#you can see my slight hesitation with pressing the button to move forward and resume the game

[symmetrycrypt]

when i replayed the finale a couple weeks ago and took this

[gdcee]

Road to Nowhere

Pairing: Loki/Sigyn - mild, might have to squint to see it.

Summary: Loki and Sigyn talk while she escorts him to Kid Loki's Kingdom.

Warnings: Panic attack.

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"You know I'm only going to keep pestering you until I have the answer."

"I wish you luck in your endeavour," Sigyn returned coolly, stepping lightly as she began to climb the massive pile of garbage blocking their path. "Nevertheless, my lips remain sealed."

Loki huffed, a slight quirk at the corner of his lips which was not quite a smirk. He set off after her, determined to be the first to the summit of Rubbish Peak.

He had to admit he was quite intrigued by that tantalising crumb of information this Sigyn (so very like and yet not quite like his own) had dangled before him. Of course he was curious about the identity of the lucky bastard who had won her fidelity.

All he had was a preferred pronoun. That at least eliminated half of his (admittedly rather short to begin with) list of possible lucky bastards.

After he had gone through the list (which did not take long because as stated earlier, it was really quite short), he started throwing out random names to see if any of them got a reaction.

No such luck.

His attempts to tease and fluster the information out of her had been just as ineffective.

Her reaction to his puppy dog eyes routine had been...perplexing. He'd gotten one soft, achingly tender smile before a heavy melancholy had descended upon her. Like the dark shadow of a mourning veil stealing the brightness from her eyes and the colour from her cheeks.

She had not reprimanded him, but he made a note not to pull that trick again anyway. Besides the practical reasons for keeping her goodwill (survival, information, mental stimulation), the simple fact was that she was Sigyn.

He didn't want to be the cause of her unhappiness. Not anymore.

Being a harmless annoyance and pest was still perfectly acceptable though.

He stood atop the great mound of refuse, his hands and face smeared with oil and other liquids of questionable origin, grinning triumphantly down at Sigyn. He vanished the grime he'd accumulated before gallantly holding out his hand to her.

Sigyn huffed a soft little laugh, the barest hint of a smile at the corner of her mouth. Without any hesitation, she reached out and allowed him to pull her up.

Loki glanced down to where they had started and noted that it was a long drop. Not nearly enough to kill an Asgardian or a Frost Giant, but enough to hurt.

Trust.

It made him feel as giddy as the first time he'd tasted the enchanted, heady liquid gold that was the mead brewed from honey harvested from the hives of the talking bees that resided near Iðunn's famous apple orchards.

"Ahem."

Loki realised with no small degree of embarrassment that he was still holding Sigyn's hand. He hurriedly worked a spell to remove the dirt under her fingernails and let go. Then to cover up his embarrassment, he resumed pestering.

"I don't understand why the identity of your beau necessitates such secrecy," he sighed with the lightest touch of a pleading whine, "Do you think I would object to your taste? He can't possibly be worse than Theoric."

"I think my life choices are none of your business."

"Exactly! You should forget about my opinion. Shout his name to the world and damn the naysayers and killjoys."

"I would but sadly, Alioth has a sense of hearing."

With that, she picked up a flat sheet of metal lying loose and proceeded to slide down Rubbish Peak on the improvised board. Despite being only at most a quarter Ljósálfar on her mother's side, she moved with their characteristic effortless grace.

Loki peered down, did a couple of quick mental calculations and snapped his fingers. He disappeared from the summit with a flare of green light and reappeared at the bottom no more than a second later in similar fashion.

"Good to see your teleport still works," Sigyn tossed her wind-mussed hair out of her face, "Why didn't you use it earlier to get to the top?"

"Too much debris and no decent eyeline. I didn't want to risk getting stuck under a foot of garbage." He frowned, pondering. "Still works?"

"Not a reference to you personally," she moved forward without looking behind to see if he followed, "Just something I noticed about some of the other Lokis around here."

"Power loss? Nothing to do with you and that coven of other Sigyns whose domain I and the other Lokis are forbidden from entering, I presume?"

"No, I've seen it even in Lokis on their first trepass - if something is limiting their power it's not us. In any case, we would never do anything to permanently disable a Loki's magic. There's just some things you don't do to a fellow mage, you know?"

"You just rough them up a little and kick them off the property?"

"More or less. Except for the kid and alligator."

"Do I want to know how one instance of me ended up as a semi-aquatic Midgardian reptile?"

"You can ask him yourself when we get to the Kid's Kingdom," she paused for a moment, as if she'd just remembered something, "Or maybe not, I think only the old man you knows how to talk to him."

Loki blinked.

"There's an old me?" He asked, disbelieving, "As in a wizened, wrinkled, looks like your grandmother me?"

"Eh, not quite as old as Grandma Hretha. Maybe about 4,000? 5,000?" She shrugged, "Either way, your vanity may rest easy; you look perfectly fine as an old man."

"Thank you for that milquetoast endorsement of my future self's good looks," Loki said dryly, "I was more perturbed about...something else."

Curiouser and curiouser.

How had the aged variant escaped their destined end? How had he managed to grow old before the TVA arrived to arrest him for cheating his final death?

He thought about the tape featuring all the TVA approved highlights of his life.

He thought about that other Loki, the Loki who had played out the role assigned to him and how very young (the same face as his own) and terrified (the same fear as his own) he had looked with the Mad Titan's monstrous hand around his throat.

Loki swallowed thickly and pulled at the collar of his TVA issued office shirt which suddenly seemed far too tight. The tie impeded his work and as he struggled to loosen it he could feel his terror rising up to choke him.

there will be no realm, no barren moon, no crevice where he cannot find you

inevitable

you think you know pain?

Inevitable

HE WILL MAKE YOU LONG FOR SOMETHING AS SWEET AS PAIN

He felt his legs buckle and his knees hit the ground as if it were happening to someone else.

"Loki!" Sigyn's voice was close but he heard it as if a great distance separated them, "Loki, breathe."

"What do you think I'm doing?" He wheezed.

"I am going to remove the tie and unfasten your collar," Sigyn continued as if she had not even noticed his rudeness, "I will need to touch you to do this. Alright?"

Needing help for such a pitifully simple task was galling. But he didn't want Sigyn to leave him. Loki managed a shaky nod. He let her ease his trembling, sweaty hands from his shirt collar. With quick, brisk movements she pulled the tie loose and tossed it somewhere to join the rest of the garbage.

"Follow my breathing now." Her voice was clearer to him now, more present. She was kneeling next to him, so close and warm and oh, her hair did still smell like apple blossoms. He watched the regular rise and fall of her chest and tried to match it. "That's it. Very good. Nice and slow."

Her fingers were at his throat for a mercifully short time. Just long enough to pop the top button loose and push the starched fabric away from his neck.

"Stay with me. You're doing very well. Breathe with me. In. And out. In. And out."

Without really thinking he grabbed her hand and pressed her palm against the centre of his chest. Perhaps he was possessed by some irrational notion that the pressure against his breastbone could keep his thundering heart from beating right out of his chest.

She didn't try to pull away. Her hand was warm, even through the shirt fabric. She moved a little, and one of her dainty fingers slipped into the open gap of his unbuttoned collar and brushed against the dip between his clavicles. His breath caught in his throat for a moment before Sigyn's gentle prompting had him matching her rhythm once more.

"Feel better?" She asked after what seemed an eternity.

"Yes," he breathed, "Yes, much." His chest still felt a little tight but the worst of that dreadful episode was over.

"Good." She lifted her hand from his chest and patted his shoulder firmly - a gesture that he had seen Týr bestow upon struggling Einherjar recruits after they'd passed the final leg of their training. "You did very well."

He didn't feel like he'd done anything worth praising. He'd collapsed like a pack of cards. This wasn't the first time he'd experienced terror but every time before now he had been able to push past it - stamp it down through sheer force of will and that primitive, animal part of his brain that knew that danger was never far away.

Why had he folded now? Now - when he was probably the most at ease he'd been in ages (months? Years? How long had it been since New York?) and the threat of Thanos was no longer an issue-

...a terrible thought suddenly occurred to him.

"Just out of curiosity," Loki tried to sound nonchalant, "Have you ever come across a fellow by the name of Thanos here?"

"Thanos?" Sigyn's brows drew together in a frankly rather adorable expression of pure befuddlement.

Ah. Well, at least he could place whatever nexus event had led to her pruning as occurring before Ragnarok and Thanos's massacre of half the Asgardian survivors.

"Big purple fellow," he explained, "Quite ugly, enormous chin, has rather disturbing ideas about resource management."

"Uh, no, I can't say that I've ever met anyone like that here."

"You're not just saying that to make me feel better?"

She quirked an eyebrow. "I can swear on my magic if that would reassure you."

Sigyn had always been very leery about oaths, especially ones bound with magic. Most mages worth their salt were.

And yet...he couldn't really explain why, but he'd always felt like her issues with them were less about best practices and more about some personal grievance.

That she would offer him such a thing...

Loki felt completely undeserving.

"No," he said hurriedly, "No, no, it's fine. I...I trust you."

Sigyn smiled. It was the first real smile he'd seen so far and it was like watching the sun come out from behind a cloud. He didn't know if it would last - if that melancholy from before would snatch away the sweetness of this moment.

So Loki ruined the moment before it could be stolen from him.

"...even though you refuse to tell me about your paramour."

Sigyn scoffed, all exasperation but it was better than seeing her sad.

"You are insufferable."

"Thank you, I do try."

She snorted and shook her head. "Alright, come on, you goose," she helped him up, and even though his legs were slightly shaky, he stood and did not fall. "Our first rest stop is about 20 feet...thereaboutish-" she waved vaguely in the direction of a mostly empty grassy knoll upon which a gaggle of the oddest creatures scurried. They resembled iridescent headless chickens with little purple spheres hovering over their severed necks.

"I still think we should have taken the car."

"Ugh," Sigyn wrinkled her nose, "Cahrs. Nasty, noisy, smelly things. I swear, Midgard really went downhill after those monstrosities were invented. "

[kylo-reid]

My Beautiful Girls (NSFW)

characters: kylo ren x rey x female reader

word count: 2,236

summary: you’re helping the supreme leader & his empress rey plan their wedding, but that’s not the only thing they want you to do for them

warnings: 18+ SMUT BELOW THE DIVIDER, threesome, reylo (if that’s a warning to some people lol), oral (m + f receiving), making out, swearing, come swapping, dirty talk, praise kink, degradation kink, use of the force (both appropriately & inappropriately), masturbation, multiple orgasms, cock sharing, slight daddy kink (if i missed anything let me know)

after kylo ren and rey had worked together to wipe out supreme leader snoke and his men, kylo asked rey to join him. at first, rey hesitated, but couldn’t deny the man in front of her. his beauty and power charmed her, and she fell in love.

the two have been ruling the first order for a while now, and the galaxy, and you have always been intrigued by the pair. kylo ren still had not replaced his mask that he destroyed in a fit of rage, so everytime you were graced with his presence, you got to take in all of his beautiful features. his dark eyes, wavy shoulder length black hair, his puffy pink lips, his long nose, all of his beauty marks…

rey was just as breathtaking. her brown eyes shimmered in the light and her lips were a beautiful shade of pink. her clothing always showed her figure, her dark robes which hugged to her breasts and hips. her brown hair was still always in her signature three buns; she could never abandon her trademark look.

you were so excited and anxious when the supreme leader and rey approached you one day. they knew you were an excellent artist and tailor. they wanted you to help them plan their extravagant wedding, and of course you agreed instantly. that’s when your desire became even stronger.

you worked countless nights for hours, drawing up invitation drafts and wedding gown ideas, but you still hadn’t hit their wants. you were starting to feel down on yourself, when your data pad lit up. the two requested your presence.

you grabbed any draft you worked on and made your way to the throne room. when you walked in, you were greeted with just kylo and rey, who was spread across kylo’s lap. no guards. no knights. just them.

your heart was in your throat and you swallowed, walking towards them and bowing to them.

“(y/n) do you know why you are here?” rey speaks

you look up and shake your head. she turns to kylo and smirks, whispering in his ear. you watch his eyes light up and a darkness cover his features. rey climbs off kylo’s lap and walks toward you.

“i always hear your thoughts… they’re very dirty you know…” she’s so close to you, you can feel her breath on your cheek.

you bite your lip, eyes widening at her words. “you fantasize about both of us… us fucking while you touch yourself and watch, or kylo fucking you while i ride your face… or—“

“i-i’m sorry!” you yell, backing up.

kylo stands up now. he reaches out his hand and pulls you toward him. you’re inches from his face as he drops you in front of him. you fall to your knees and groan from the impact. rey comes up behind you and knots a hand in your hair, yanking your head back.

she doesn’t break eye contact with you as you feel a pain your temples. your brain feels like it’s being pulled apart. your fantasies rush forward and you see yourself moaning their names. you want to run but can’t.

“what a desperate slut we have here…” kylo mutters, moving his hand away from your skull.

you gasp for air and watch him carefully as he slowly takes off his tight leather pants. you hadn’t even noticed his half erect member until it was pulled out of its restraint and right in your face. rey released her grip on your hair and bent down, whispering in your ear.

“do you want to take the supreme leader’s cock?”

you nod quickly and part your lips. rey lets out a laugh and looks at kylo. “let her have it.”

kylo shakes his head. “you both will have it. come here my love. show our pet how i like to be pleased.”

kylo turns to rey, who quickly parts her lips as kylo shoves his massive cock between them. rey bobs her head quickly, staring up at kylo through her eyelashes. the gags and moans filling the empty space made you even more wet than you already were. you slipped your hand in between your panties and began to rub circles on your clit.

rey pulled off of kylo’s cock with a long line of spit attached to it, which dripped down her chin after it broke. “your turn.” she whispers

you quickly remove your hand from your stiff bud to take your supreme leader in your mouth. you first take the tip, running your tongue along the slit, catching the salty precum there. then you engulf more, rey’s spit definitely made things easier for you to take. you didn’t mean to be going to slow, you were just nervous you would do something wrong.

“you’re fine. c’mon slut…” kylo growls, wrapping a hand in your hair and forcing you down to the patch of black hair at the base of his length. “take it all like you’ve fantasized about.”

immediately you gag, but since ren has you held to his base, there’s not much you can do but wrap your tongue around the underside of his cock and allow him to bob your head over it all. his tip is destroying the back on your throat. snot, tears, and spit are falling down your face as you moan around kylo’s cock. you look up at him and see him, jaw slack and eyes closed, biting his lip.

a loud moan interrupts you as you’re pulled off kylo’s cock with a pop. rey is naked now, cunt gleaming with slick and exposed to you both. she has two fingers inside herself and she’s rubbing her clit fast and hard with her thumb.

“oh sweetheart… i’m so sorry” kylo whispers.

she moans in response and kylo raises his eyebrows nodding his head to rey. “help her. now.”

you nod quickly and rey removes her fingers from her womanhood. kylo comes over and grabs her hand, licking her fingers and sucking on them. you’re nervous as you’ve never eaten another girl out before, but you wedge your head between rey’s legs and gently lick her clit. she tilts her head back and moans.

kylo has his hand wrapped around his cock, pumping it quickly as he stands above you two. you take rey’s clit carefully and suck on it gently. she yells out and grips your head. you place a finger inside of her as you still give attention to her bundle of nerves, rotating between sucking and licking.

“girls.” kylo says abruptly.

you both pick up your heads. “on my cock. now.”

moving over to him, rey licks one side of his cock while you lick the other. he growls and grabs your head, moving you down to his balls. you take one into your mouth and suck on it. rey licks his tip and he gasps, leaning against the throne. after giving attention to both of his balls, you come up by rey and touch your tongue to hers. she stops and grabs your face, kissing you passionately. kylo moans and resumes pumping his length. without warning, he cums all over both of your faces.

he pants and stares at the two of you making out in front of him. he then collapses onto the throne, patting his lap. rey pulls away quickly, eyes widened with excitement. you lick kylo’s cum off her face though, and her eyes close, keeping the tangy mess on your tongue, you transfer it to her mouth, where she swallows gratefully. she does the same to you.

“my beautiful girls…” he whispers. “you two need to cum now don’t you?”

you can tell he’s enjoying this, a smirk has not left his face and his eyes are overclouded with darkness. you both nod quickly. “strip, pet. rey, up on daddy’s cock. face her.”

rey obeys making her way on the throne. she turns her back to kylo and positions himself over his member, hard once again. she slowly slides down on it, moaning loudly and leaning against him. kylo grips her hips and moans, kissing her neck. “my good girl…”

you strip out of your uniform slowly, unbuttoning the top. you honestly hadn’t noticed you weren’t naked. you were too involved in all the other bliss to worry about yourself. your top drops at your legs and you reach back and unhook your bra, breasts swinging free. rey is bouncing up and down on the supreme leader’s cock, moaning loudly, eyes hooded and head on his check. his lips are still pressed against her neck, but his eyes have not left you. a smirk crosses your lips as you realize kylo is only watching you. gripping your tits, you take them and squeeze them, nipples already hard from the cold air in the throne room.

kylo moves from rey’s neck and just watches you, still holding her hips tight, but taking control and making her move faster. she gasps and moans loudly, “i-i’m close k-kylo…” she whispers

“no. you hold on until (y/n) gets done.” he stops and holds rey on his cock.

she groans in frustration and leans forward to look at you. you see her eyes widen as she stares at your breasts. she licks her lips and watches you as your hands move from your breasts to your trousers. you open the button and pull them down, hooking your excuse for underwear down with them.

“up.” kylo says to you.

you nod and walk to him, the pressure in your legs so severe you can hardly walk. your clit aches from neglect. you sit up on the arm of the throne, juices dripping down your thighs.

“you must be so desperate… you’ve been taking care of me and my rey that you haven’t gotten any attention…” the supreme leader’s voice drips like honey in the air.

you nod. “y-yes daddy…”

he growls and moves rey on his cock again. she gasps and moans. you stand up and see a small space you can place your feet in between kylo’s large thighs and rey’s small ones, which are wrapped around kylo’s. you look to him for permission and he nods.

“rey… lick her cunt.” he growls, not stopping his rhythm.

you move into the space and rey nods, leaning her tongue into your heat, licking your clit gently before moving in between your folds. she buries her tongue inside with ease and begins to lick stripes up your pussy. you gasp and almost fall backwards, but you’re held there by invisible hands. you see kylo with his brows furrowed, you can’t tell if it’s from using the force on your or the pressure of his second orgasm.

“s-supreme l-leader i-!” rey yells

she leans back against him and orgasms hard. her eyes roll into the back of her head and she gasps for air. like the non-existent hands holding you in your position, you feel a ghost energy around your clit. you gasp and moan. rey lifts herself off kylo and kisses his passionately. he kisses back and she sits on a arm of the throne again. the pressure on your clit has you shaking. it leaves though, and you groan.

“your turn. come, pet…” kylo whispers. “face me.”

you look his large cock and bite your lip. you position your legs on either side of his and lower your cunt onto his cock. you gasp as his girth fills you up. you rarely have sex, so your cunt is so tight and needs to adjust to his monster length.

when you finally sink down all the way, you put your face on his sweaty chest. kylo picks your head up and grips your face, kissing you. you hesitate but kiss back, as he starts thrusting up into you. the buzz at your sensitive nub is back, but not from kylo this time.

you pull away from kylo’s kiss and look to rey. she smirks and winks at you. kylo’s pace is picking up, but not enough.

“f-faster…” you whisper.

he lets out a deep chuckle. “so desperate for my cock huh? is it good?”

you moan loudly and nod. “y-yes supreme leader!”

rey smirks and kylo leans to her, kissing her while he thrusts up into you, tip of his cock penetrating your cervix. the pace of your clit picks up and you yell out nonsense, so pleased by everything happening around you.

“i-i’m g-gonna!” you yell and close your eyes as your orgasm crashes over you.

the force leaves your clit as you come down from your high and put your face on your supreme leader’s chest. he had stopped kissing rey at some point, as he is still thrusting up into you. he moans and yells out, cumming inside of you. the feeling of him painting the inside of your walls makes you want to cum all over again. kylo pulls you off of him and positions you to rey, who leans down and licks the collection of juices from your cunt.

when she’s finished, she licks her lips and wipes them with the back of her hand. you finally catch your breath and look to the two of them, who look like they’re having a conversation with no words at all.

“i think we’ll be keeping you around for more than just our wedding celebration.” rey says with a smile.

[after-avenging-hours]

Virtue & Valor [4]: Steve x Reader

Series Masterlist

You and your husband have the perfect life. Jobs that you love, a happy marriage, an amazing sex life… You couldn’t ask for anything more. But when something unexpected shows up on your front doorstep that completely turns your world upside down, can your relationship survive the fallout? Or will you have to let your feelings go in favor of the greater good? Letting go of the past can be difficult, especially when the future looks so bleak, but maybe you can figure out how to move forward together. You may just make it out to see the other side.

Word Count: 5814

Warnings: Canon typical violence, strong language, Hydra!Cap is kind of an asshole, this part contains smut (18+), rough sex (still consensual), foreplay of the violent variety, knife play, gun play(kind of?), blood, biting, sass dialed up to 11

“What is the status of our patients?” the disembodied voice fills the space of the lab.

“The memory data transfer has been completed in both patients. Subject Alpha-18 was quicker to respond to the package, but Alpha-19 soon followed suit,” one of the scientists speaks while looking over their computer monitor.

“Excellent. Any change to the subcortical activity?” the voice asks.

“None, yet,” a different scientist responds. “But Doctor, are you sure allowing the Avengers access to the mainframe to give the patients their memories back was a good idea? What if they try to turn on us?”

“Both patients had retreated into the safety of their subconscious. The best way to draw them out is to give them the false hope that there is an escape. The Avengers are mere insects in this world; insignificant at best and a minor annoyance at worst. We still hold all of the control. Run them both through simulation 764-1. Let’s see if there are any changes.”

“Yes, Dr. Zola,” the scientists respond.

-

It’s fucking cold here. God, do you hate it. Nothing but a barren, frozen wasteland. The stone walls of the facility do nothing to keep out the chill. Your lungs feel like you’re breathing in shards of ice and the cold settles deep into your bones. It’s miserable. But it’s all that you know.

Agonizing screams of pain echo throughout the compound, making many of the soldiers and agents shift uneasily on their feet as you walk past. You don’t pay them any attention and continue to make your way toward the sound. They are just finishing up with the asset as you enter the main space. He’s still strapped into the machine, but it’s beginning to power down.

“Welcome back, Captain.” An older man stands before the asset, looking down at the compliant soldier.

“Ready to serve, Secretary Pierce,” the Captain responds without emotion through panting breaths.

“We have a mission for you. Intel extraction. Agent Valor will accompany you.”

The asset’s gaze briefly flickers to you, “I work better alone, sir.”

Your eyes narrow as you glare back, and your jaw clenches to bite back a retort.

Pierce chuckles without humor. “I’m sure you can make an exception here, Captain. Please, remind me again… when you fell from the train in 1945, who saved your life?”

The asset swallows thickly before responding. “Hydra.”

“That’s correct.” The director begins to pace in front of him. “You were left in the snow to die a long, cold, lonely death. We rescued you. We took you in. We gave you everything. You owe us for that, don’t you?” He pauses his footing and looks expectantly at the asset.

“Yes, sir,” his response is automatic.

The director resumes his pacing. “You owe us your life, don’t you?”

“Yes, sir.”

“We gave you a purpose. We gave your life meaning. Didn’t we?”

“Yes, sir.”

Pierce comes to a stop once more, directly in front of the asset, looking down at him with authority. “Your work has been a gift to mankind. You’ve shaped the future. We need you to do it again. Will working with Agent Valor be a problem?”

“No, sir.”

“Good.” He steps back and addresses the rest of the room. “Prep him. They leave in 20 minutes.”

You’re already waiting at the back ramp of the jet as the asset walks up, decked out in his black and red uniform. He wears a helmet that covers the top half of his face but keeps that sharp jaw and those plump lips in full view. “Soldat,” you greet, pushing off the wall you’re leaning against to stand straight.

He comes to a stop in front of you and looks into your eyes with cool indifference. “It’s Captain,” he corrects. “I am in command of this mission. You will do exactly as I say, no questions asked. Am I making perfectly clear, Agent?”

You raise a single brow in defiance. “Yes, Captain.”

“Good,” he turns away and moves further into the jet, settling in place at the pilot’s seat.

You slam your fist against the red button on the wall to close up the ramp before moving toward the co-pilot’s chair. You frown at the slight hesitation you feel as you approach the chair. You’ve never been scared of flight travel, so you’re unsure where this apprehension is coming from. You try to push it aside as you take your seat and buckle in.

“This is Captain Hydra, initiating take off,” the asset’s rough voice cuts through the communication system of the jet.

You glance at him from your periphery, feeling a strange tug in the back of your mind because that name sounds so strange coming out of him.

“All clear,” the transmission comes back.

The jet begins its vertical ascent before taking off. The asset remains silent during the entire flight to your destination, leaving you to stew in your thoughts. You can’t seem to understand why the words Captain and Hydra just sound so wrong together.

“We should divide and conquer,” he finally speaks when you’re just a few minutes out. “I’ll drop you on the roof and work my own way in from the ground up.”

You blink in confusion, pulling yourself out of your thoughts. “You want to split up? Why?”

He gives you a flat look, “That sounded an awful lot like a question, Agent.”

You grit your teeth and look away, recalling his earlier order. You will do exactly as I say, no questions asked. “Apologies, Captain.”

You unclip the seat straps and stand as he pulls the jet into position over the building. He keeps the jet in stealth mode, although the cover of night also helps to keep you hidden as you press the button to lower the back ramp. You hook a descent line into your utility belt before jumping out the back of the jet and allow the line to safely lower you onto the roof of the building. Once your boots have hit the cement, you unclip the line and watch it zip up into the open back of the jet. Once the ramp is closed back up, the jet is impossible to see. All you can do now is trust that he hasn’t just straight up abandoned you.

You head for the rooftop access door. It’s locked, but that certainly isn’t enough to keep you out. Just a few seconds with a lockpick kit and you’re in. Your steps are completely silent as you walk down the stairs and onto the top floor. You press your back against the wall and peek around the corner to make sure the coast is clear.

It sure as hell is not.

You hold in a gasp and pull your head back. You close your eyes tight and lift a hand to activate the commlink in your ear. “Captain,” you whisper quietly, so as not to be detected by the agents on the other side of the wall. “Captain, do you copy?”

“What?” his annoyed response cuts through the feed.

You’re pretty sure you’ve just felt a vein pop in your forehead as annoyance surges within you. “Rooftop access is a bust, requesting immediate evac.”

“No.”

You clench your fists, wishing you could release a groan of frustration. “Sir, I don’t think you understand. The top floor is crawling with agents. I won’t be able to get through undetected.”

“It’s not a stealth mission. Make it work.”

“Sir, there’s at least thirty of them!”

He’s quiet for a short moment and you think he might be reconsidering for you. “Sounds like the odds are in your favor,” he responds before the line goes dead.

Your jaw drops, “Captain… Cap-” Your release the smallest possible groan you can, the sound vibrating through your body. You’re gonna fucking kill him.

Rolling back your shoulders and releasing a long breath, you mentally psych yourself up for the fight that’s about to breakout.

Darting out from your hiding space, you make quick work of three agents before the rest catch on to what’s happening. Your main goal is to incapacitate, not kill, but they certainly don’t make it easy on you. You dodge flying fists and return them with swift kicks and jabs of your own. You use their numbers against them, by shoving one body back into another two or three.

You manage to get through at least half of them before the remaining agents can get you pinned down. You thrash under their hold like a wild animal, but they don’t give. “Take her to interrogation,” one of the agents commands the rest.

You fight and resist the whole way, but it’s no use. You’ve been captured and now you’re trapped. You’re beginning to wonder if this was the Captain’s plan all along. Just to get you out of his hair so you’re no longer his problem. You’re relieved of your weapons before getting forced into a chair with your hands cuffed behind your back. Once the agents have made sure that you’re secure, they leave the room and lock the door behind them.

You sit there brooding in silence as you attempt to plan your escape. It’s only a few minutes that pass before the lights above you blackout. The red back up power lights begin to flash a second later. The power outage is soon followed by the door opening and a dark figure stepping into the room.

“You smug bastard. You knew there’d be a swarm of them on the top floor!” you seethe as the asset approaches you.

He rips the handcuffs apart with his bare hands, releasing you from the chair. “I needed a distraction,” he tells you casually like that’s all the answer that you require.

You stand and pin him with a glare, stepping close until your chests touch. “If Pierce finds out I was captured, he’ll kill me. You know the fucking rules!”

“Relax,” he scoffs. “They had you for all of 5 minutes and you were alone the whole time.”

Your hand darts forward, fingers curling around the grip of the gun strapped to his thigh before you yank it out of the holster. He remains completely unmoved as you raise the gun and fire. The bullet hits its intended mark; lodged into the shoulder of the agent that was about to enter the room.

“You’re welcome,” you comment, twirling the gun in your hand and slide it back into his holster.

The corner of his mouth twitches; the only hint of emotion on his otherwise blank face. “I heard them coming.”

“Sure you did.” You step around him to head for the door, finishing off the agent with a quick slam of their head into the doorframe, knocking them out. You grab your weapons from the table outside the door and stash them back in their respective places. “Did you get the intel?” you ask the asset.

He gives you a cold stare back.

“Just checking,” you snark with a shrug.

“Let’s go.”

You attempt to reign in your emotions knowing that they certainly won’t be of any use to get you out of here. The Captain takes the lead, traveling down the various halls of the facility as the lights above slowly shift between red and black. You’re both about to turn a corner when the asset stops suddenly and you crash into him. It’s literally like slamming into a wall.

Before you get a chance to go off on him, he’s turning and shoving you backward. One of his hands cup over your mouth to keep you silent. The leather from his fingerless gloves is hot against your lips. He tucks you both into a dark alcove, your back firmly pressed to the wall while he boxes you in with his muscular frame. You feel his thick thigh slipping between yours, his hips pinning you to the wall.

The flashing red lights don’t reach this small corner of space, so you can barely make out the intensity of his eyes as he looks down at you. It’s more of a feeling rather than anything visual, but it sends an unexpected and unexplainable thrill through you. You’re pretty sure he can feel the change in your breathing where his fingers are pressed just below your nose. His response is the barest shift in his stance, but it’s unmistakable when his thigh flexes, pushing forward into your spread legs and against your core.

You curse the clench you feel from your traitorous body giving in to her arousal. It takes everything in you not to fall into temptation and grind against him. You’re pretty sure that it’s not a pistol you feel pressed so intimately against you. Luckily, a distraction comes in the sound of pounding boots headed your way.

You begin to understand what the asset is doing as a group of agents runs passed without even noticing your presence. The two of you hold still until well after the sounds of the agents have faded away. Once the coast is clear, the Captain steps back, his hand slipping from your mouth. You can’t help the small dart of your tongue against your lower lip, the remnant of leather still clinging to the flesh.

“One minute before power and cameras are restored,” the asset’s voice is gruff, but not in the same manner it usually is.

You nod silently, unsure how your own voice will sound after that little episode.

The both of you manage to make it out of the facility without further incident and the asset leads you to where he’d stashed the jet. It uncloaks upon your approach and the back ramp soon lowers. You take your respective seats and the adrenaline high from the mission begins to fade once you’re airborne. You lean your head back against the chair and release a long breath. Now that the danger has passed, you feel some of that anger and frustration seeping back in. You still can’t believe that his plan had been to wave you around as bait.

“There’s a safe house not too far from this location. It’s late. We can bunk there and return to base in the morning,” he tells you, plugging in the coordinates.

You make a non-committal sound from the back of your throat.

You’re out of your seat as soon as the jet has landed, uncaring as the Captain still needs to run through the landing procedure to power down the jet. You’re out the back of the jet as soon as the ramp is down and head straight for the safe house. It’s a quaint little rural cottage out in the middle of nowhere. There’s a hidden panel in the wall which reveals a lockbox with a digital keypad on it. You type in the code to open the box which disables the alarm system and reveals the key for the front door. The asset is beginning to make his way toward the house as you open the door and step inside.

“I don’t know why you’re pouting,” he speaks upon following you inside. “The mission was a success.”

“I’m not pouting,” you glare at him over your shoulder. “And you’re a fucking asshole.”

His eyes narrow dangerously, “I know the real reason Pierce made me bring you. I don’t need a fucking baby sitter.”

You roll your eyes and huff, “You don’t know a Goddamn thing, Captain! I’m not your baby sitter. I was supposed to be your partner and instead, you thought it best to throw me to the wolves! World’s greatest soldier, my ass.”

You turn on your heel with the intention of walking away but barley make it a single step before a grip on your arm forces you to turn back around. The sharp whistle of a knife slicing through the air can be heard before your blade settles at the base of his throat. He doesn’t even flinch, keeping his grip on your other arm, his eyes blank.

“Choose your next words wisely, Captain,” you warn through gritted teeth.

His features don’t change, but the intensity behind his eyes increases as he looks deeply into yours. It feels like he can read your very soul within them. “You’re just as trapped as I am,” he finally speaks with vague realization.

“Yeah, no shit,” you respond sarcastically. “Every single person in that facility is one mistake away from a body bag.”

“Then why stay?” he questions.

“You’re kidding me, right?” you shoot him an incredulous look. “There is nowhere you can run that Hydra won’t find you. And with my damn luck, you’d be the one that they send after me. No offense, but your pretty-boy face isn’t exactly the last thing I want to see before I die.”

His eyes flash with an indescribable emotion before he leans forward into your knife. The blade is sharp enough that it begins to pierce the sensitive flesh of his neck. You pull it back immediately, looking up at him curiously. His large, calloused fingers glide over yours to pull the blade from your hands. He tosses it carelessly to the side, not even watching as it imbeds itself into the wall.

Your eyes dart down to the flash of red that’s beginning to bead up just below his Adam’s apple. One drop is able to build enough mass that it begins to glide down the column of his throat. You’re not entirely sure what possesses you to do it, but before the drop can reach the collar of his suit, you dart forward and catch it on your tongue.

His blood sends a burst of flavor across your taste buds. It’s not the normal metallic tang of sanguine blood. His is almost sweet. It’s electric. You follow the droplet’s trail back to its source and lap over the shallow cut. Your tongue is hot and wet against his skin. You only get one more taste before his accelerated healing closes the minor wound.

When you pull back, you’re not expecting the heated look in his eyes. With just a few quick steps, he has you pinned against the wall for the second time tonight. This time, though, you don’t quite mind it as much. “I don’t think you understand what exactly you’re about to unleash here,” his words come with an edge of danger that excites you.

Your lips curl at the corners and you’re sure that your pupils are blown wide. “Care to enlighten me, Captain?”

His jaw ticks as his eyes flicker between yours. “I don’t do long and slow.”

The tilt of your mouth turns into a full-on smirk. “Well, I don’t submit easily.” You duck under his arm and slide out from where he has you pinned to the wall.

He turns quickly to give chase, only to come face to face with the barrel of a gun. His muscles tense as he pauses. He looks down, noting the empty holster on his thigh before meeting your gaze once again. “You’ve sure got a thing for pulling guns out of holsters that don’t belong to you.”

Your smirk turns into a teasing grin. You slide your thumb across the latch to release the magazine from the pistol. You toss the loaded mag in one direction and check the chamber of the gun before tossing it in another. “That’s not the only weapon I plan on unholstering. But you’ve got to earn it first. Think you can handle that, Captain?”

He shifts on his feet and squares his shoulders. His hands come up slowly to unclip the chin strap of his helmet. Once it’s loose, he hooks his thumbs under the front edge just above his cheekbones before he lifts the helmet up and off his face. He tosses it carelessly to the side, still holding your gaze. His short blonde locks stick up in every direction and the corner of his mouth tilts deviously. “On va voir.”

He makes the first move, jolting forward to try to grab you. You dance just out of his reach with a twinkling laugh. The game of cat and mouse has begun. You kick your leg up when he tries to move in again. He catches your foot and pins your ankle against his side. He continues to keep your leg trapped with one hand while the other slips into the top of your boot to pull out the small knife you keep there. It clatters to the floor and slides across the polished wood until it hits the far wall. He then unties the laces of your boot next. When you feel the tension give against the front of your calf, a swift yank back on your leg is enough to free you from his grasp, leaving only an empty boot in his hands. He tosses that to the floor as well.

Taking a few steps back, you pull off your second boot, so the weight difference won’t throw you off. Both of your socks go next to prevent slipping on the hardwood flooring. The two of you surge forth at the same time, meeting in the center of the room in a flurry of movement. It’s a spontaneous and sporadic sparring session that’s been fuel-injected with carnal sensuality. Every single jab, punch, or kick is swiftly followed by a weapon dropping to the floor. Guns, knives, and grenades are efficiently stripped and carelessly tossed aside. Your utility belts and his shoulder harness are also removed with striking precision.

You hit him across the cheek with your elbow, stunning him temporarily to then hoist yourself across the length of his torso and up onto his shoulders. His eyes flash like a bolt of lightning as he looks up at you, his cheeks framed on either side by your thighs. “Comfortable?” you ask with a teasing grin.

 “I’m sure this is something I could get used to.” His hands settle on your lower back. “Though I think we would both be enjoying ourselves better if you had taken your pants off first.”

Your grin turns into a smirk. You lock your ankles around the back of his neck before letting your torso fall back and swing to the side. The momentum of your movement causes the Captain to tip forward and twist until he’s crashing to the floor on his back. In the middle of the move, you uncross your ankles and disconnect from him to land on your feet like a cat.

He makes a nearly imperceptible sound upon impact with the floor and then releases a short grunt when you drop onto his chest. His jaw ticks as he looks up at you once again. “I let you do that,” he responds gruffly.

You hum in amusement, “I’m sure you did.” You sit back on your bent knees and run your hands down the front of his uniform. The thick material and armored plating prevent you from getting a good feel at what lies beneath, but you know it’s certainly a body worth protecting. You shake your head slowly and release a soft tsk as your fingers brush against the red stitching at the center of his chest. “God, this logo is fucking hideous. You would think they’d eventually grow the balls to change it after all these years.”

He chuckles darkly. “You could try sending an email to marketing.”

You keep your gaze locked with his as you reach for one of his hands. You lift it up and unlatch the strap at his wrist to loosen his fingerless glove. Your fingers brush against the tips of his before you’re peeling the leather away. You toss it over your shoulder, tearing your gaze from his to watch your fingers glide over the lines on his palm. Your head tilts slightly as you lean down. Your tongue makes another appearance, licking up the length of his index finger. You nip teasingly at the pad before the tip disappears entirely inside your mouth. Your tongue strokes against the sensitive skin. The asset swears he can feel that same sensation where his cock is still confined inside his tactical pants.

His breathing changes as you slip a second finger into the hot cavern of your mouth. You suck on his digits like a fucking pro. He can even feel the vibration of your moans through your tongue. You’d think he had dipped his fingers into a pot of honey with the way your tongue glides over every single inch of them. Your grip on his wrist tightens as you pull his fingers from your mouth with a wet pop.

It only takes him half a second to roll you both to the side until you’re the one flat on your back. The arousal burning through him lights a fire in his eyes as he looks down at you with a feral look. Lifting his other hand to his face, he uses his teeth to unlatch and pull off the leather material. Bare hands grip the top of your thighs, keeping them spread wide as he ruts his hips into yours.

Your back arches and your eyes fall shut at the barest hint of friction against your clit. The Captain sits up and makes quick work of the top half of his uniform. Your teeth sink into your bottom lip as your eyes feast upon the newly bared plains of finely corded muscle. He’s certainly a sight to look at. With a body that appears to have been hand-carved out of marble and eyes as intense as a hurricane, it’s enough to make just about anyone want to drop their panties.

You reach for the zipper on the front of your uniform and drag it down your torso. His eyes zero in on the movement, pupils widening with every inch of your revealed skin. Your thighs clench around his hips and your abs tighten as you sit up until your chest is nearly brushing his. You shrug out of your suit, allowing it to fall off your shoulders and down to your hips. You wear a simple black sports bra underneath.

The Captain watches you with a hooded gaze. “Are you finally ready to submit?”

You push your chest forward, molding your body against his. Your hands settle upon his broad shoulders, gliding over the thick muscles toward his neck. One hand stops right at the dip where his neck meets his shoulder, but the other continues its course up the side of his neck and sinks into the hair at his nape. Your nails scratch at his scalp, causing an unmistakable shiver to run through him. His eyes are drawn to your mouth as you lean in closer. Your nose has just barely brushed against his when your hand tightens into a fist in his hair and you yank his head to the side. “Not quite,” you finally respond to his question.

His breath hisses through his teeth at the sharp jolt of pain against his sensitive scalp, but that soon turns into a loud curse when your teeth sink into the exposed flesh of his neck. “Fuck!” The sting of your bite shoots straight to his cock. It twitches and strains against the confining material of his pants, begging to plunge into the sanctuary of your wet heat. “Did that taste of my blood turn you into a fucking vampire?” he asks with a grimace as you retract your teeth from his skin.

Your tongue laps at the fresh mark. You didn’t even break the skin. “Don’t worry. I won’t leave anything behind that can’t be healed by the time we make it back to base.” You meet his darkened gaze with a sultry smirk.

The air between you two is positively electric. It crackles and sparks like a livewire. It’s hot and intense, and at the same time seems to charge you up until every single molecule that makes up your entire being is vibrating with energy.

With the next heartbeat, you’re flat on your back once more. His mouth is everywhere, nipping at your neck, your shoulders, and your chest. You hear the distinct sound of tearing fabric before the binding feel of your sports bra disappears entirely. You are far too aroused to care. Large hands come up to mold and squeeze your breasts while his lips and teeth mark up your skin.

You’re absolutely shameless in the way your hips rock and grind against his erection. You can feel your arousal soaking into your underwear where the thick ridge of his cock presses against you. Your body is thrumming with pent up sexual need. You are quickly becoming desperate for any sort of friction on your aching core.

Your nails rake down his back, leaving behind angry red streaks across pale skin. Again, the pain surges through his neurons and sends another jolt to his cock. Drops of precum have begun to collect on the front of his boxer briefs. He pushes himself back up, ignoring your whine of protest when his hands leave your breasts. He drags them down your chest and passed the curve of your waist. They then sink beneath the top edge of where your uniform clings to your hips. In one fell swoop, your uniform and panties are stripped from your legs and tossed to the side.

“Hands and knees. Ass up,” the Captain orders in a gruff tone.

You are quick to comply, willing and ready to submit to him. You roll onto your stomach before bringing in your knees and lifting your ass into the air. The hardwood beneath you isn’t exactly comfortable and you know your knees will be bruised by the end of this, but it’s a sacrifice you’re willing to make. Your pussy is in complete control now and she’s willing to do just about anything to get her fill on some thick Super Soldier cock.

You resist the urge to look back at him to see what he’s doing. It doesn’t take long before you hear the sound of shuffling clothing as the Captain shoves his tactical pants and boxers halfway down his thighs. If he were trying to go for a little more intimacy, he might’ve taken the time to completely remove the last few pieces of his uniform, but the slick scent of your arousal has hit him like a slap to the face and it is entirely too easy to give in to carnal instinct and take you now.

He spits into his palm and gives himself a few lengthy strokes. The sound is absolutely filthy and conjures all sorts of images in your mind. You arch your back and spread your knees a little wider as you feel him move in close. You don’t care if it makes you seem needy and desperate, because honestly, that’s exactly what you are.

Your breath hitches in your throat when you feel his head lined up with your entrance. That’s the only warning you get before a quick snap of his hips pushes his entire length into you. The impact of his thrust feels like the recoil of a firearm. It's harsh and fast but also sends a thrill up your spine.

He fucks you without mercy like he’s lost complete control over himself. The thwack of his balls fills your ears as they slap against your clit. His hands grip your waist, keeping you in place as your body is left unable to do anything but accept his punishing pace. You’re pretty sure this should hurt, the way he takes you like an animal in heat, but it doesn’t.

Your cunt is so fucking wet with arousal, that you begin to hear a squelch with every thrust. If you weren’t in the middle of having your brains fucked out of you, you might have been a little embarrassed. The asset takes this as a sign to up the pace even more.

One of his hands slides away from your hip and down over your stomach. He hooks his arm around your torso and hoists your body up until your back is pressed to his chest. His unrelenting thrusts never cease. In fact, it appears that he’s able to hit you even deeper from this new position.

“Look at you,” his breath fans across the side of your neck when he speaks directly into your ear. “Such a good, submissive little Agent, taking your Captain’s cock so well.”

The pitiful whimper that escapes your throat would piss you off if you were in your right mind. He angles his hips just right to hit you in that one spot that makes your mind go blank.

“Are you gonna cum for me, Agent?” he asks with a nip of his teeth against your ear.

“Yes, Captain,” you respond through panting breaths.

“Good girl,” he praises in a deep tone that makes your body shiver. “Touch your clit,” he orders next, feeling his impending release starting to build up.

His arms tighten around you, keeping your body pinned to his as your hand slips between your thighs. You gather some of the excess slick right where your bodies are joined onto your fingertips before dragging them over your aching bundle. You flick and swirl over the small bud, vocalizing your pleasure with stunted gasps and tiny mewls.

The Captain releases soft grunts and heavy breaths directly into your ear. They’re the type of sounds that would make you weak in the knees if you were standing. They’re deep and guttural, pouring out of him like secrets slipping out from the cracks of a broken soul.

Your hand reaches up and back, fingers finding their way back into his messy hair. Your touch is gentle this time as you guide his face closer. Your lips brush against his in a slow caress. His pace falters briefly. In the next second, one of his hands has come up to cradle the back of your neck and he resumes his savage pace, kissing you just as fiercely.

He steals your breath and swallows your moans, taking you with a ferocity you’ve never known before. He claims your body as his own and brings you to heights you didn’t know you could reach. Your moans grow higher in pitch and come with greater frequency as the pleasure builds in your body.

Just a few more quick thrusts and one last flick of your finger, then suddenly your vision whites out. You barely feel the strength of his arms tightening around you before you lose all physical sensation.

In the next moment, you’re bolting up in bed, drenched in sweat with the sheets clinging to your damp body. You’re panting for breath like you’ve just run a marathon, and lift a shaking hand to your forehead. “What the fuck was that…?” you ask to the empty room.

[stayextrafrosty]

I’m Not Usually Spiteful but Here We Are

Summary: Alex and Michael are good at sex. They were always on the same page about that. How to deal with Mr. Jones on the other hand? Not so much. But maybe sex can fix that too. Not Forrest Long Friendly. Not Maria DeLuca friendly.

A/N: A gift for @prouvaireafterdark because I always see her mentioning that not enough authors write cock warming in this fandom. And I’m inclined to agree. So I gave my best shot at it. 😊

Warnings: Shameless smut, Dom/sub elements, top Alex, bottom Michael, implied switching for both, cock-warming, orgasm delay/denial, angsty in the beginning but it’s resolved pretty quickly

Title is both me talking and how I with Alex would think sometimes.

Read on AO3 // Masterlist

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“I swear to fucking god, Guerin! Why do you treat me like some kind of broken toy,” Alex screamed at him.  Michael ran his fingers though his hair, letting out an exasperated sigh.

“I just don’t think you should be involved with an insane alien on the loose who could be stronger than all of us!” The table separating them was the only thing keeping Alex from strangling Michael. It was always like this recently. Whenever they needed to any sort of mission, he would shut him down.

Ever since Michael had walked out in the middle of his song, he’d been keeping a distance. Forrest has been great. The most caring guy he’d ever dated. But something was just off. Forrest was too gentle with him.

While he appreciated the consideration he had, sometimes he just wished for some action. They rarely went out to do things than involved running anymore. They had yet to return to the paintball range. Forrest was careful with his prosthetic which was fine. But he seemed to think he couldn’t do things because of it.

And now Michael was here. Telling him that he didn’t want Alex to help because it’s not ‘safe.’

“That’s bullshit and you know it!” His fingers gripped the edge of the table. Too bad it was attached to the floor or he might have flung it across the room.

“Why? Is it so hard to believe that I’m trying to protect you?”

“Quite frankly, yes! You abandoned me for my best friend!”

A pin could have dropped and it would have deafened them. Michaels eyes closed as he took a deep breath. Alex regretted saying anything. Even if it was true.

“You have no idea how much I’m going to regret that,” he said calmly.

“Regret? Really? You intentionally said things to hurt me, Michael.” Alex watched as he pushed away from the table, straightened his back and walked to the other side standing behind Alex.

He wasn’t going to turn around. There had to be a barrier. Michaels breathing tickled the back of his neck, triggering goosebumps up and down his arms. He cursed himself. After all these years and all the pain, he still couldn’t stop his body’s reaction to him.

“Alex. There is nothing I regret more than saying those things to you. I was scared. And I know it sounds like an excuse. But if you truly resent me for that, please tell me.” Alex turned to face him slowly.

“I’m with Forrest.” The pain that crossed Michael’s face was brief. If Alex didn’t know him as well as he did, he might have missed it.

“And I want to you be safe for him. So you aren’t coming on this mission.”

Alex snapped.

He grabbed fistfuls of Michael’s flannel, shoving him back and flipping them so he was the one against the table. Michael blinked in surprise

“I am not as week as you two seem to think I am. I will not break,” he threatened. Michael’s eyes flicked over his face eyebrows drawing together.

“You’re not weak Alex. Far from it. But you don’t have to be strong all the time. That’s all I want for you. To have a place where you don’t have to be strong.” Alex’s grip loosened on his shirt, trying to ignore the buttons that had come undone. His hands shook.

“Then why do you keep leaving,” he mumbled, averting his eyes. He focused instead on a spot on his neck. A spot he wanted to press his mouth against since the last time he had him. “You’re the only one I have ever been able to feel that way with.”

Michael didn’t say anything for moment. His hands came up to cover Alex’s, rubbing his thumb over his hand and wrist slowly. He inched forward a bit more, their legs pressed together.

“Do you want someone else to be in control?” He shook his head, meeting Michael’s intense stare. He wouldn’t look away. Damn him.

Alex hardly registered what he was doing as he pressed his mouth to Michael’s. It didn’t last long before he jumped back, realizing what he had done. He muttered out an apology, releasing his shirt, planning to run away.

Michael grabbed him, yanking him back against his chest. He didn’t know whether to be disappointed or relieved when his arms wrapped around him, one hand tangling in his hair. Alex wrapped his arms around him in return. Just a hug. His pulse spiked as Michael pressed his mouth against his neck.

“Not enough,” he felt him mumble. He dragged his mouth up to his jaw, letting the tip of his tongue touch only slightly. Alex couldn’t stop the roll of his hips or the way his head fell backward, giving him full access to whatever he wanted.

Michael nipped at his jaw gently before pulling back and meeting his eyes again. ‘Not enough’ was a hell of an understatement. Alex kissed him again, loving the low groan that escaped Michael’s lips. He released his grip on the back of his shirt to finish undoing the buttons on the front, shoving it off his shoulders.

It was thrown somewhere behind him but he couldn’t care less as Michaels hands moved from their place to tug at his own shirt. His brain screamed at him that this was a bad idea. Maybe the worst he’s ever had. But stopping was out of the question.

It felt too fucking good.

Their lips detached for only a second as his shirt was pushed over his head and tossed to the side. Michael’s hands were all over him, leaving his skin burning wherever he touched. His hips rolled again, pulling another moan from Michael. He felt him grin before he pulled back.

“You’re so easily excited… are you pent up?” Alex refused to answer, opting for kissing him again. He laughed but didn’t deny him, digging his finger into his hips, massaging them.

Truth is, he was pent up. He and Forrest hadn’t been having sex recently. Alex hadn’t been into it. He was never… rough enough.

He was jerked out of his thoughts by Michael cupping him through his jeans that were quickly becoming too tight. He let out a whimper, and Michael took the chance to lick into his mouth. Alex dragged his fingers over his torso to the belt buckle.

They broke away from each other, panting, as he tugged the belt loose, immediately working on the button of his jeans.

“Fuck Manes, just tell me,” he stilled Alex’s hands, “Tell me you need me as much as I need you.” He looked into Michael’s eyes, both of them breathing each other in. The smell of rain wrapped around him like a bed he never wanted to leave.

“I need you, Michael. I think I’ve needed you since the day I met you.” Michael kissed him again, gentle and slow. Making his heart race so loud he was sure Michael could hear it.

His hands ran up his arms, letting him resume his task of undoing the button on his jeans. His nails scratched over his arms and shoulders, making Alex shiver. He pushed his jeans down along with his underwear and wrapped a hand around him. Michaels hips jerked forward and a low moan slipped out of his mouth.

Alex jerked him off slowly, much to the dismay of Michael, he noticed. His head fell to his shoulder, little moans escaping with every slight squeeze of his hand. This didn’t stop him from undressing Alex further. The button on his own jeans popped open and he was tugging him down his legs.

Michael stopped his hand again before falling to his knees in front of him. His cock jumped at the anticipation. There was no hesitation as he wrapped his mouth around him. He groaned loudly, leaning froward to grip the edges of the table.

The heat and wetness of his mouth had him closer to the edge than he wanted to be. Michael moaned around him and the vibrations made his hips thrust froward, forcing him to the back of his throat. He didn’t even gag as he held him there, before pushing his hips back slightly then sinking down again.

“Michael… If you keep… I’m gunna…” He pleaded. His hips moved almost of their own accord, fucking into his mouth. He released the table with one hand to tangle it in the beautiful curls, pulling gently. Michael moaned around him again.

His orgasm crashed into him. His hips stuttered in their movements and he held Michael in place. His name tumbled from his mouth over and over again. Alex’s legs felt weak, his grip on Michael’s hair released.

Michael stood slowly, careful to no throw him off balance. His arms wrapped around his waist and he pressed his mouth to Alex’s. He whimpered at the taste of himself on his tongue. Michael’s still dripping cock poked at his abs, rubbing ever so slightly. He grabbed in and started stroking slowly.

“Futon,” Alex mumbled. They had moved it in here when Alex and Kyle had started spending nights working late. It was nice if they were too tired to drive home. But now it was needed for a completely different reason.

Michael nodded, pulling back. He took the hand that was wrapped around him, instead placing it on his shoulders. He raised an eyebrow as he wrapped his arms around his neck.

“Hold on to me,” Michael said. He hardly had time to register before he was being lifted into his arms. Alex swore he could feel the tingling of the telekinesis but he was too embarrassed to say anything. The heat in his face made him positive his cheeks were red.

Michael set him down gently, leaning over him before attaching his mouth to his neck, sucking a bruise into the junction near his collarbone. Alex moaned at the attention. He wanted to return these feelings to Michael but he was preoccupied with driving him absolutely crazy. He cold feel himself getting hard again.

Once he was satisfied with the mark, he kissed down his chest and stomach making his back arch. Alex froze when his hands found the edge of the prosthetic. He noticed and stopped immediately, looking up at him, waiting for further instruction.

Alex took a breath and sat up, pulling Michael with him, pressing light kisses to his lips. This was Michael. He wasn’t worried about the possibility of this turning him off. He knew that he loved—Wait.

Michael resumed his movements but slowly, tugging his jeans over the plastic and metal, careful to not pull too hard. His shoes came off along with the jeans and his heard pounded as he was completely bare before Michael. His fingers ran over the edge of the prosthetic again.

“Can I take this off,” he asked hesitantly. Alex couldn’t bring himself to speak. He trusted him. He just nodded. A small smile snuck out as he first kissed his thigh and left a trail to his knee. Warmth and affection rolled through Alex.

Love. This is love. He loves Michael Guerin. Present tense. He knew it as he sang that song to him but he never said the word.

Michael’s fingers were precise and careful. The pressure released as he pulled it off gently, setting it to the side, then rolling the sock off as well. He kissed the areas as they became exposed and his heart pounded.

“Michael,” he choked out. He looked up at him, eyes soft and needy. Alex grabbed his face, hauling him back up to crush his mouth to his again. A soft groan caught in his throat, making Alex grin. It was his turn to service.

He couldn’t move as quickly without his leg but it was enough. Using a move he learned in basic, he flipped them over, sitting on Michael’s hips. The rough texture of his jeans against his half-hard cock made him roll his hips, earning another groan from the man below him.

“You’re wearing far too many clothes for this to be fair.” Alex took his time undressing him, nipping along every area of exposed skin as he rolled his jeans down. He kicked his boots off, helping Alex as much as he could.

With both of them naked, it was like nothing had changed. Their hands running over the other as though they had never stopped. Muscles tensed and relaxed, remembering this dance well.

Michael’s fingers found their way to Alex’s ass, squeezing and teasing at the entrance. He shuddered at the feeling, pressing back against those damn fingers.

“You want these inside you baby? Or maybe something else,” Michael mumbled against his neck and shoulder. His cock was fully hard again. He did want Michael inside him. But he wanted to drive Michael crazy just like he did for him. Alex grabbed his hands pinning them above his head.

“Later. I believe it my turn to play with you,” he said, low and threatening. He felt his cock jump at the suggestion. He kissed his neck, loving the way his body responded to him. He released his hands as he moved down, only pinning them again when Michael tried to touch him.

He shook his head and smirked as Michael groaned at being denied. Alex moved over him in what he knew was a torturously slow pace, especially for Michael. His hips were rolling, searching for friction before he even got down to his hips.

His scent was so much stronger here, understandably so. Here and his neck, as though he wore cologne. But it was all Michael and he could get high on him alone. He looked up at him through his eyelashes as he kissed the head of his cock.

“Alex, are you trying to kill me,” he half joked.

“Just drive you crazy a little. Let’s call it payback for all the times you would show up with a half open shirt, a cocky grin, or jeans that were noticeably too tight. Or at least they were after you looked me up and down.” His head fell back as he moaned. Alex took the head into his mouth but didn’t linger long.

“How could I not get horny when you look so damn good all the time?”

He smiled then proceeded to drag his tongue over his length and towards his hole. Michael’s legs fell open further, granting him more access. His hips rolled as he prodded at his entrance, forcing Alex to hold his hips down, earning another tortured groan.

“Behave,” he scolded. Michael’s breath came out in ragged gasps as he massaged the area with his tongue, occasionally nipping. His hands grabbed at the fabric of the futon.

“Fuck, Alex. I’m gunna come if you keep that up,” he warned. Alex stopped immediately, grabbing the base of his cock.

“Don’t you dare.” His back arched, but he held his hips steady.

He resumed his efforts without waiting for a response. When he was confident he wouldn’t come, he moved his hand to his mouth. He sucked on his fingers briefly before pushing one into his ass slowly

Michael cursed, obviously wanting to move but doing his best to stay still for him. Alex smiled, hooking his finger, looking for the spot he knew would earn him another moan.

He didn’t disappoint when he pressed against his prostate. Michael’s hips betrayed him, though he decided to let it go in favor of pressing the spot again. His cock jumped as he searched for friction he wouldn’t find.

He pulled his finger out only to go back in with a second, working him open. Alex smiled as he gave up any attempts at being quiet, moaning and groaning every time he pushed his fingers in.

“Fuck, please Alex. I need to come,” he pleaded. He thought for a moment, pulling his fingers out. He crawled up so he was face to face with Michael. He leaned in as though to kiss him but stopped short.

“No,” he whispered.

Grabbing the base of his cock again, he shoved three fingers inside massaging the muscles. His own need was becoming distracting. He wanted to be in him. Needed to be in him. He pulled away and Michael whined.

“You ready babe? Remember, no coming until I say so,” He said, pressing the head of his cock against his hole. He spit in his hand, coating his cock. He pressed forward slowly, groaning at how tightly he was being squeezed.

“Fuck, loosen up babe, or I’ll never get it in,” he teased. Michael glared at him but with no real malice.

“Who’s fault is that for bringing me so close to the edge,” he accused. Alex smirked and pushed again, gripping his hips for leverage. Michael’s eyes glazed over as he tried to relax. His body shook from overstimulation.

He thrusted in and out slowly, moving deeper each time. Eventually he was fully settled. He rolled his hips slightly but otherwise didn’t move. Michael panted, clenching and unclenching his fists in the fabric.

“Alex, move,” he pleaded.

“Oh, but I’m quite comfortable like this. Feeling every time your body clenches around me. Being so ready,” he taunted, leaning forward to press kisses to his chest. He met his eyes turning serious. “But if you want me to stop. I will.” Michael shook his head immediately.

“God no don’t stop. I just need so much more.” Alex smiled, rolling his hips only once. He cursed, eyes pleading. He watched as Michael tried not to squirm. He ran his hands over his chest, dragging his nails through the hair, earning a shiver and a squeeze from the muscles surrounding him. Alex groaned but kept his hips still.

“You want to come right? Go ahead.” His eyes widened at the permission. He tried moving but Alex held him steady. His cock twitched. He watched Alex as he moved his hand to grab it, checking if it was allowed. His fingers had just wrapped around himself when a loud buzzing made them both jump. It rang twice before an idea popped into Alex’s head.

“Get that for me please.” Michael blinked.

“But—”

“Now. Before it stops.” Soon the phone was floating over to them. Alex plucked it out of the air. Noting that this was Michael’s phone.

Maria’s name flashed on the screen. He had never considered himself petty before but maybe it was time to change that. He pressed the answer button, never moving from his place inside Michael.

“So you finally answered me?” he could hear the sadness in her voice. He almost felt bad.

“Not exactly, Maria.” Michaels eyes widened and he began to move away but a look from Alex made him freeze. He mouthed the word stay.

“Alex? Where’s Michael?” She sounded truly surprised though he didn’t know why. He looked down at the man below him, cock leaking over his abs.

“He’s preoccupied. Thinks he’s onto something. Really full of himself.” He didn’t think Maria caught the emphasis on the word but he definitely did.

“Alex,” Michael whimpered quietly. Alex lifted a finger to his lips, shushing him.

“Right well. Can you tell him to call me back or pass a message?”

He started squirming. One hand was not enough to keep him still. He moved his free hand to cover Michael’s mouth before smirking at him.

He finally pulled his hips back and thrust them forward roughly. He did it again and again, his moans getting louder behind his hand.

“Look. Just tell him that I’m sorry and I miss seeing him around. And I know that—”

“Maria. I love him. And asking me to pass along ‘I miss you’ messages is arguably cruel. I doubt he wants to hear it anyway.” He ended the call before she could respond, tossing the phone to the side.

Michael let out a long moan when he removed his hand from his face. Alex let his hips snap forward, fucking him like he knew he wanted. His name fell from his lips and Alex grabbed his cock jerking him off.

“Fuck! Gunna… come…” His back arched from the futon, ribbons of white painting his chest.

He didn’t let up even after he watched his cock empty itself. Instead he pulled him up and on top of him, refusing to come again until Michael did too. His legs shook from the over stimulation.

“Alex, take it out. I can’t take it,” he begged.

“I bet you have one more in you. I still need to finish,” he said, biting his shoulder. He held him down on his cock, though if he really wanted off he could easily remove himself.

Michael grabbed his face, kissing him passionately. Then he started moving his hips again. Up and down and his mouth dropped open, Michael taking the opportunity to lick into his mouth again.

“You’re so good baby. So fucking good. Your ass squeezes me just right.” A shudder ran through his lover’s body. He could feel his cock hardening again. He angled his hips slightly, so every time he came down it would run against his prostate.

“Alex, I love you,” Michael panted out. He looked up at him immediately, unable to stop the smiled that broke out on his face. Their lips met again, Alex’s hands on his hips, guiding him.

“I love you so much, Michael.” Their hips lost the rhythm as they both sped towards the edge. Michael bounced on him hard and fast, taking him all the way every time. Alex moaned and his upward thrusts were faltering.

He crashed over the edge like the first time with what felt like no warning. He gripped Michael’s hips, holding him down as he thrusted once, twice, and a third time right into his prostate. A string of curses left his mouth as he reached his own climax. It ran down his shaft and between the two of them.

Michael continued moving, but slowly, milking him for all he had. He twitched inside him, his mind beginning to clear. Their lips met softly, exchanging wet but sweet kisses. He ran his hands through the beautiful curls, laughing when he got caught in some tangles.

“Believe me when I say I’m going to get you back for that,” Michael warned as he nuzzled into his neck, breathing him in.

“Did you not like it,” he questioned nervously?

“Oh I liked it. Far too much,” he answered nipping at him gently. “I just remember you saying ‘later’ to my offer earlier. And I plan to collect.” Alex laughed as he kissed his neck and up his jaw.

“We need to talk about this,” he said, pushing him back slightly. He was afraid he would ruin the comfortable bubble they had built around themselves. But when he met Michael’s eyes, there was no indication of that at all. In fact, he was just smiling. More pure than Alex had seen in so long.

“We will. Because I just want to be clear. I love you Alex. And no one is going to take you away from me again.” He thought he felt a tear slip from his eye but Michael brushed it away. All he could do was nod.

They cuddled on the crappy futon, both eventually drifting off into a light nap. Alex was the one who woke to the sound of the door to the bunker opening. He jerked out of Michael’s arms, because as much as he wanted to just lay there, someone (probably Kyle) was going to get an eye full.

[daemongal]

ohhhuhh do you think you can do something nsfw with credo? like he has you on his lap while he’s at work and doing paperwork while you grind against his leg maybe? thank u ily

Hello friend! 

Sorry this has taken me a while to get to but thank you for the ask because it was quite fun writing Credo for the first time and I know there isn’t masses of content out there for him. It’s only short but I hope it satiates your thirst, just a little at least!

Expected warnings for smut and a little hair pulling but that’s all. Enjoy!

******

You stood outside his closed office door twiddling your thumbs. He had explicitly told you not to pester him while he was working, and under normal circumstances, you were happy to abide by the simple rule. Credo’s work was his priority; his role in the order was pivotal and his work was of great importance.

 However, he hadn’t been home in three days and, quite frankly, you were worried about him. Was he eating enough? Had he been sleeping? Was he… missing you at all? He’d never spent longer than a night away from home and the lack of his presence was starting to take its toll on you.

 You had planned to come here and persuade him to return home, using any and all underhanded tactics at your disposal. But as much as the thought made your heart race in anticipation, you just couldn’t bring yourself to reach for the handle. What importance did you really hold in comparison to the work given to the supreme general by his Holiness? Another night alone in your bed really should be compensation enough for everything the order does. 

 You clicked your tongue, annoyed with yourself that you had even considered disturbing him, turning on your heels to walk away.

 “Do you plan on opening the door or just staring at it for the rest of the night?” Your heart skipped in your chest at his muffled voice; of course, he could sense you by the door. You slowly allowed your shoulders to drop and let out a deep breath, turning back towards the door.

 You placed both hands against it, pushing with most of your strength as it slowly creaked open. You couldn’t help the smile from forming on your lips as your eyes met his form, seated at his desk surrounded by piles of papers.

 He looked pristine; uniform gleaming, hair brushed back neatly and posture straight and proud. Not the look of a man who had been working 3 days straight, that much was for sure. You let the door fall shut, waiting for his acknowledgement as his eyes never lifted from his papers.

 “I should be able to return home by tomorrow eve at the rate I’m working now.” You knew his words were meant to offer comfort, that he would be returning soon, but you missed him now. You longed to be held by him, to feel his warmth against you both affectionately, and intimately. 

 Your feet were glued to the spot, hands pressed together as if waiting for permission. You knew it was an important rule, but he also wasn’t unreasonable, and you knew deep down that he missed you too. Your heart skipped a beat when his eyes raised and met with yours.

 “If I am to deal with any undue      distractions,    I may be delayed in my return. I only ask that you… take this into consideration.” An invitation. Credo had always preferred to be indirect with his insinuations, rather than straight forward. You swallowed, clearing the lump in your throat, as you took your first tentative step forwards.

 His eyes returned to his papers causing a smirk to tug at the corner of your lips in anticipation, your steps becoming more confident as you approached his desk.

 “I suppose that’s a fair price to pay considering how much I’ve missed you. It isn’t the same without you at home.” You ran your fingers along the edge of his desk as you made your way to his side. His posture didn’t shift and his attention didn’t waver; he was playing hard to get.

 You approached him from behind, wrapping your arms around his neck and holding him tightly, taking care not to obstruct his movement. You pressed your lips to his jawline, tracing soft kisses down his neck, smiling against his skin as you feel his muscles twitch ever so slightly.

 You run your hands slowly down his sides and over his thighs, gripping against his flesh before teasing along the insides, stopping just short of his crotch. You notice the movement of his pen slow as you brave a further step.

 You move yourself around to his side to see that he has moved back from his desk, giving you room to squeeze in. Your lips twist into a slight smirk as you step over his leg and position yourself to straddle his thigh. His eyes never move as you wrap your arms over his broad shoulders and rest your face in the crook of his neck.

 After a moment of hesitation, you begin to grind yourself shamelessly against his leg, breathing heavily against his skin. You felt his leg tense beneath you as you pressed yourself against it harder, rocking your hips at a steady rhythm, lifting your chin up to moan into his ear as the pressure against your clothed clit caused heat to start pooling between your legs.

 “Credo,” you breathed his name heavily, as you pressed your knee up against his quickly hardening length, “why don’t you take a break?” You moaned as you felt his clothed cock twitch against your leg. You ran your tongue up the shell of his ear as you heard his pen drop to the table, his arms moving as if to quickly rearrange his papers.

 A hand came up to run through your hair at the back of your head before tugging, pulling your head back to meet his gaze. His other hand gripped your hips, stilling your movement causing a devilish smile to spread up your open lips. His pupils were dilated and his gaze was heavy as he held you there for a moment, before pulling you against his lips.

 The kiss was rushed and full of lust, teeth and tongues colliding in a frenzy before he pulled you back, a string of saliva still connecting your mouths. 

 “You’re lucky I let you get away with this, my pet.” He lifted himself from the chair, taking you with him as he spun your body until you were face down and bent over his desk. You heard the sound of belt buckles being unclasped and material being shifted. You felt your skirt be lifted and a finger brush against you as your panties were pulled aside. You felt his breath against your ear again as he brushed the head of his cock against your folds.

 “It’s a good thing you know just how to push my buttons.” To punctuate his last word, he pushed his hips forwards, your hands gripping for purchase against the desk as he seated himself in you in one thrust, stretching you around his twitching cock. You let out a sinful moan as he began to move, pushing you into the desk with each harsh thrust, rolling his hips into you harshly.

 Your body was aching for it, unable to hold back the noises building in your chest as he pounded into you again and again. You gasped as something was pressed against your lips, opening your mouth instinctively as something soft was pushed past your lips. You caught a glance of Credo’s gloveless fingers and realised what was he'd done.

 “I’d rather the entire office didn’t hear our activities.” He stopped momentarily to reposition himself, leaning against the desk and wrapping his arms around your waist to pull you closer.

 “Although,” Credo started, resuming the movement of his hips, pulling you backwards in time with each thrust as you bit around the glove muffling your voice, “I have only myself to blame, and I expect no different from you, my little harlot.” Your walls clenched around him at his words, gripping tightly to the edge of the desk as he repeatedly drives into you, your body shaking with each thrust as his hips slap against you.

 He angled his hips ever so slightly higher and you started to mutter muffled curses as he pressed into your sweet spot and pushed your lower half into the desk, applying pressure to your clit. His pace increased as he chased you both desperately to your peaks, breaths hitching against each powerful thrust as he pulls you against his chest.

 With a few precisely angled thrusts, your whole body tensed as you came hard around his cock, shoving your head against the desk and tensing your jaw so tight it ached as your body spasmed at your much needed release.

 Credo’s hips jerked out of rhythm as he buried his face against your back, muffling his own groan as his come shoots against your walls, finishing with a few final deep thrusts. You slumped against the desk as he pulled himself back, opening a drawer to grab some tissues before withdrawing from you, leaving you feeling empty but satisfied. 

 He pulls your panties back over to cover you and lets your skirt fall back down your legs, cleaning himself up before tucking himself back in his trousers and taking his seat again. You slowly stand up, steadying yourself on your still shaky legs, shuddering at the feeling of his cum slowly trickling out onto your panties.

 You placed the damp glove carefully on the desk before turning to leave gingerly. After one step, he grabbed you by the wrist, taking you by surprise and tugging you down towards him, catching your lips in a heated kiss. You blinked in surprise as he broke the kiss, his expression somewhat softer than you imagined it would be.

 “I’ll make every effort to be home by morning to greet you when you wake.” You smiled softly in return, running your hand over his cheek.

 "Take all the time you need. Sorry for interrupting you but… I hope the distraction was worth it." He reached to pick his pen up and place the papers back in front of him.

 "Your distraction, admittedly, was a pleasant one but now, I must return to my work. I hope you will rest well even in my absence.” You place a gentle kiss on the top of his head before turning to leave.

 “I will now.”

[joon-bugs]

Crush

~I’m late (as usual) but this is in commemoration of Jungkook’s birthday! No matter what age he will always be our baby Kookie. Let me know if there are any ideas you guys have for future stories, and enjoy!~  

 ‘He looked so small kneeling at your feet. His grown out hair was pulled back into a low bun, a detail you had overseen previously. A few shorter strands hadn’t made the cut and were haphazardly strewn over his forehead, covering his wide doe eyes. The image would have been so innocent if not for your nakedness.’ 

word count: 3,268 

pairing: Jungkook/Reader 

genre: smut 

warnings: swearing, first time oral (male giving, female receiving), Taehyung being an ass, (more) couch staining, slight violence, baby boi Jungkook, slightly submissive Jungkook, unprotected sex 

If there was anything nice to say about Kim Taehyung, it was that he gave good head. Okay scratch that. He gave phenomenal head. He delivered toe curling pleasure like it was his damn job and knew it.  The only flaw with him was the fact he was a major ass. Taehyung or 'Taehoney' as he was dubbed, was a cocky bastard with a pretty face. He reveled in getting off men and women, collecting in the reward of bragging about it while receiving reverence and sometimes money from his classmates. Getting on his knees was a hobby that benefited him in more ways than one, and he was perfectly content to break down the recipient of his efforts. Today, it just so happened to be you. 

Honestly, you didn't know why Taehyung had given you the time of day. You weren't his type by any standard, preferring the silence and seclusion of the library to the rowdy atmosphere of your apartment. Having three roommates only sounded like a good idea from a money perspective. It didn't help they all liked to smoke and drink, which usually led to them inviting friends over. And being really really loud. So the library had thus become your hideaway, away from the world. 

Maybe one of your  roommates had told him about you, put you on his radar, painting a target on your back. That could have been the only explanation as to why he weaved through the rows of paperbacks, only to plop down at the furthest table, which you happened to be seated. All he had to do was smile and extend his hand. 

"I'm Taehyung. Nice to meet you." 

You were done for, caught in his net the moment he opened his mouth. 

Somehow in the span of an hour Taehyung convinced you to study at his place, ensuring you that his roommate would be out. Like a lamb to slaughter you agreed, your backpack seeming heavier as you followed him home. 

Taehyung was sly, quick to offer you a seat on the small loveseat, making no move to squeeze next to you. He instead crossed his legs, sinking to the floor by your feet. You were grateful for the space, the air already suffocating in the emptiness of the apartment. 

You'd just started to take out your things when a touch startled you, and you looked down only to see the red haired boy grinning, his fingers inching up your shorts. Maybe the whole situation would have been avoided if it was colder, if the weather called for sweatpants or a parka. Or maybe it was ineffable, fated by some twisted deity. Either way Taehyung had gotten between your legs, and it was taking all of your willpower not to scream. 

"Tae-Taehyung...I don't-understand." You panted through clenched teeth, tossing your head to the ceiling, your fists balled. He came up for air to bite a chunk of your thigh, and you released a sound between a shriek and a gasp. 

"There’s nothing to understand Y/N. Enjoy the ride baby." He laughed, enjoying himself. You canted your hips when he resumed his actions and latched onto his hair unconsciously. You glanced down to watch him work and marveled at the contrast between your skin and his fiery locks. The scarlet letter came to mind and you scoffed, thinking of the symbolism. Guess that made Taehyung a harlot. 

“What’s so funny hmm?” His eyes met yours and you turned red, noticing his dripping chin. Was all that really from you? 

“N-nothing. Just thinking.” You gave a half hearted reply, hoping it was enough. His lips poked out in a pout. 

“I would hope you were thinking about me..and I don’t think what I’m doing is very funny. I’d rather have you begging than laughing.” He sounded upset. 

“Tae-“ 

“Time to work more of my magic then.” 

Taehyung grabbed your butt and yanked you closer, your thighs cradling his skull. He wrapped his lips around your clit suddenly and sucked hard. You yelped, back bowing off the couch, mouth open, eyes wide. He chuckled, the air stimulating you further. 

“That’s more like it sweetheart. Show me how you fall apart.” He lowered his voice, sending chills up your spine. The noises that followed were absolutely sinful, loud and obscene. Your legs were beginning to shake, the coil in your belly tightening. Taehyung’s nails dug into your thighs and you just knew there would be marks. You took in a big breath, the pressure rising. 

“I think I’m-“ 

“What the hell?! 

You shot up, pulling Taehyung’s hair to get him off. He resisted at first, content to continue despite the audience, until he realized you weren’t letting up. He sighed loudly and looked over his shoulder, still holding you spread eagle. 

“Oh you’re back early. Game finish early Kook?” Taehyung had a bored tone, a complete 180 from his earlier persona. You furrowed your brow at the nickname. Why did it sound so familiar..? You slowly scanned your eyes up the newcomer’s legs, taking in the toned definition of their thighs, all the way up to a pronounced chest and wide neck. You noticed the scar on his cheek and the small mole on his chin. Oh god. It was Jeon Jungkook. The best athlete on campus who so happened to be your biggest crush. Your crush who had just witnessed you getting tongue fucked by his roommate. You should’ve ran. If not for the mortification burning through your blood, you would have. 

Jungkook grit his teeth, glaring daggers at Taehyung who gave him a cheeky grin. 

“Sorry you caught me in the middle of something. Let me finish up then we can get lunch.” He talked as if he were discussing the weather. Jungkook dropped the duffel bag he'd been holding and charged forward to wrench Taehyung back by his shoulders. He fell on his back with a thud, the impact hard enough for a side table to shake. 

“What the f-” 

“You’re a real piece of shit ya know that?!” Jungkook yelled, standing over Taehyung with his hands in tight fists. You’d never seen the younger look so angry before. Taehyung scowled before standing to brush off his pants. 

“What’s the problem man? You act like this is the first time you’ve walked in on me working.” Working? It's not like I’m paying him. 

“That’s what this is? Bullshit. You’re telling me she came to you? That’s low even for you.” Jungkook got in his roommate’s face, breathing heavily. You wondered why he was so upset. 

“What? Hard to believe miss goody two shoes would ask for my services? I mean-” Taehyung scoffed, looking proud, “Could you blame her?” The situation was getting way out of hand and you chatised yourself for ever coming to the apartment. You crossed your ankles and shivered, debating on snatching up your shorts, but too afraid to move. 

“Im gonna beat your ass.” Jungkook’s threat was quiet and firm.  Despite only being able to see the back of Taehyung’s head you imagined the giant eye roll he gave Jungkook. 

“Oooo what a tough guy. Grow up Jeon. Tell me the real reason you're mad. It's because I can do what you can't. Make a girl come on my tong-” Taehyung’s head quickly connected with the drywall as his body was slammed up against it. You felt the weight of the attack as if it was aimed at you. Fistfuls of Taehyung’s shirt was bunched and twisted in Jungkook’s grasp, the two roommate's faces nose to nose.                    

“You knew damn well I would be home early, I should-” 

“What? Hit me? C’mon show us what a real man you are.” Taehyung licked his lips, enjoying his taunting. You saw Jungkook’s jaw twitch and knew you had to step in. 

“Wait! Don’t..don’t.” You pleaded lamely, becoming red as the two men turned to stare. Jungkook seemed to soften and hesitated a moment before shoving himself away from Taehyung. 

“Cute Jeon. Real cute.” Taehyung chuckled, adjusting his clothes. He fixed up the mussed section of his hair and tossed you a wink, before turning towards the door. 

“Sorry I couldn’t finish you off Y/N. But maybe Kook could help you out..” He threw the words over his shoulder, slamming the door behind him, leaving the apartment silent once more. Jungkook’s gaze was glued to Taehyung’s disappearing form for a moment and you took this time to bend down to grab your pants, trying to be as subtle as possible. You began to undo the row of buttons on the front but paused after hearing Jungkook mutter. 

“Are you..okay?” You were hesitant to ask and flinched when the boy’s head whipped around and his eyes bore into yours. Your earlier task forgotten, all you could do was stare back, watching as Jungkook mumbled something else under his breath, seeming distracted. 

“S-sorry for being here, I’ll just go.” His attention was making you nervous and it didn’t help that your lower half was exposed. It was not how you wanted your first encounter with him to go. His look turned hard then and he clenched his jaw, approaching you swiftly. You jumped back, pressing your body further into the couch, head dizzy at the unexpected move. Oh god he must be really mad. You anticipated that he would yell and throw you out, never to speak to you again. Clenching your eyes you waited, breath held. 

“I’ll show him.” The words were soft, quiet. You slowly opened your eyes, confused for a second, not seeing Jungkook in front of you. It was only when you felt a waft of warm air graze your legs, did you realize where he had gone. 

He looked so small kneeling at your feet. His grown out hair was pulled back into a low bun, a detail you had overseen previously. A few shorter strands hadn’t made the cut and were haphazardly strewn over his forehead, covering his wide doe eyes. The image would have been so innocent if not for your nakedness. And his staring. Right at your crotch. 

“Um..Jungkook?”  

“He did this to get back at me.” He said, leaning forward, letting his fingertips travel up your legs. You clenched them, keeping them closed for modesty’s sake. Omg Jeon Jungkook is touching me omg omg. You were internally losing your cool. Jungkook continued. 

“He can never just take an apology, always gotta act like a dick-” 

“Taehyung?” You were baffled at the lack of context to his rambling. He paused in his exploration, but his eyes never moved. 

“He knew I liked you Y/N. That’s why he wanted to get you here alone.” Shame flooded your face and you gasped audibly, realizing just how big of a dumbass you were. 

“You..like me?” Probably not anymore you whore. 

He looked up at you then and gave you a shy smile, looking much younger than you knew he was. 

“Y-Yeah. I was..too shy to tell you.” He looked away, reverting his attention back to your closed privates. Who would have thought someone as outgoing and sporty as Jungkook would actually be bashful? 

“I like you too Jungkook.” The confession escaped your mouth faster than you could think and you waited with baited breath, wondering how he might react. What you weren’t expecting was for him to heave a huge sigh and plant a kiss to the top of your leg. 

“Good.” He breathed, warming your skin, while his free hands circled your knees. You bit your bottom lip, trying not to release any noises. The warmth moved high, dangerously close to your core. You wrapped your arms around yourself, both embarrassed and turned on. 

“Can I make you feel good Y/N? Can I touch you?” Jungkook seemed nervous himself now, his voice wavering. Yes. God yes. Is what you wanted to say. You ended up with something a little less eloquent. 

“Um..sure. Make me feel good Kookie.” His eyes flashed at the nickname and he parted your legs open in a single move. Cold air assaulted your nether regions and you shivered, feeling your wetness already cooling. Jungkook hesitantly ran a finger up your folds, swiping some of the arousal pooling there. You flinched at his touch, watching as he brought the coated limb to his lips, poking his tongue out to taste. 

“Wow. That’s how you taste.” With his voice neutral you were unsure whether he was complimenting you or if he was disgusted. You soon got an idea of what his answer would be when Jungkook lowered his head, picking up where Taehyung left off. 

His inexperience was obvious by the hesitant flicks of his tongue and by the lack of rhythm in his ‘technique.’ Nevertheless tingles started to surface within you and you squirmed at the feeling. 

“Am I hurting you?” Jungkook looked up at you with a concerned expression, eyelashes nearly brushing the bottom of his eyebrow. You swallowed and shook your head, unbelieving of what was happening. How he could manage to look so cute while he was going down on you was a mystery. 

“I’ve never..done this before.” He admitted after a pause, his cheeks dusting with color. 

“I could help you, if-if that’s cool. You can stop-” 

“No. I want too Y/N. Just tell me what to do.” God you shouldn’t have felt such a rush at his compliance but you did. You guided him back down, finding enough confidence to place your hand on his head. A sudden thought popped into your mind. 

“Hey Jungkook? Could you maybe undo your bun? I want to touch your hair.” He’s gonna think you’re a freaking weirdo now great. 

Wordlessly he removed the elastic without pause, flinging the tie across the room without coming up for air. You let out a trembling breath, weaving your fingers through his hair, marveling at its softness. Jungkook hummed, sending a shock of vibrations and you bucked into his face, nails digging into his scalp. 

“Oh!” Gasping for breath you tried to control the rocking of your hips, eyes swiveling in every direction to find something to lock onto too, until they settled on the man on the ground. His own body was reacting similar to yours, lower part pressing up against the couch. He was humping the furniture like a dog in heat and you felt your arousal grow at his neediness. When his lips discovered the small bundle of nerves and started sucking you hissed through your teeth, clenching your jaw so tight it hurt. At this rate you were going to come hard and fast. 

Jung-ah! Kook!” The heaving of your chest distorted your exclamation but he seemed to hear you. 

“Are you okay? Did I hurt you?” His pupils were blown, dark enough to match his hair. The ceiling light caught the reflection of your juices on his chin and you could only conjure up images of everywhere else you wanted his mouth to be. 

“N-no. Please Jungkook. I need you up here.” Now who’s the needy one? 

“I don’t know if that’s a good idea I’m..” Hard. 

“I know. I know.” You grasped his face and coaxed him to join you, bringing your lips together messily, not minding the taste of yourself on him. He was still before coming alive, grasping the back of your neck to intensify the kiss. It was sloppy and loud but you were burning from the inside out, Jungkook a craving you had dreamed of indulging in. You pulled him down on top of you, your head meeting the armrest. In this position you could feel his straining length on your bare thigh and you were grateful you were already prepped. Otherwise there was no way he was fitting inside you without it being painful. You reached down to palm him through the joggers, feeling him twitch and lean into your touch. 

“I know this is so sudden and I literally just confessed but can I-ah-fuck you?” He was huffing, breath raspy and hot on the shell of your ear. His politeness only made him more endearing, and you laughed. 

“Yes. Please.” 

With your spoken consent Jungkook hastily shimmied his pants off, revealing he wasn’t wearing any underwear. You stared at the mass before you, watching as it curved to rest on his hoodie. The tip was leaking, the rest of him red and ready. Jungkook saw your expression and froze. 

“If you aren’t sure Y/N-” 

You wrapped a hand around him to silence him and he choked, only coming back into himself when you positioned him at your entrance. 

“Fuck me or I’ll call Taehyung to do it for you.”  

Jungkook slammed home, spurned on by your taunting and your mouth fell open in a silent scream. He was big. Bigger than you initially thought, and tears sprang in the corner of your eyes at the harsh intrusion. Jungkook began to thrust sharply, couch groaning under the fast movements. He had his eyes closed, lip captured between his teeth, completely lost in the moment. You hit his arm until he refocused on you, blinking away the wetness in your eyes. 

“Ah-let me-ah-on top. You’re too big.” Jungkook looked apologetic and pulled out, rolling over quickly. His whole body twitched, as if he was still inside you, sweat caked on his skin.

You brought your knees onto the side of his and took him in your hands once more, easing yourself down inch by excruciating inch until he was bottomed out, and you were full. Jungkook jerked then, hitting a spot that had you cry out and you begged for him to do it again. He grabbed your hips hesitantly, only gripping you tighter when you rocked against him, desperate for the friction. Soon the two of you were panting and grinding, tugging on the tops that remained but eventually giving up because neither of you could stand to be any more patient. Jungkook watched through lidded eyes as you bounced on him, letting on high whines that mimicked your own. You were getting tired, nowhere near as athletic as he was and started to slow, panting but trying to reach your end. Jungkook seemed to know of your dilemma because he planted his feet and increased his pace, ramming into you harder and faster than before. You held on to the front of his hoodie, unable to meet his thrusts anymore, only holding on as he brought you both to climax. 

You came first, your inner walls fluttering around him as you threw your head back, letting the intense orgasm wash over you. You collapsed on Jungkook’s chest, body spasming as he let out a yell, thrusting two, three more times, before finishing deep inside you. You felt the warmth of his seed and thanked god for the birth control you had started taking on a whim. Not that having a child with Jeon Jungkook was an unappealing idea. 

Your mouth was lead, thick and dry in your mouth, your limbs jelly. Holy shit I just slept with my crush and it was amazing. You cuddled his hoodie, despite how hot you felt , sighing in content when his arm came to pull you closer. 

“Hey Y/N.” 

“Hm?” 

“Want to grab lunch after this?” 

“Is this you asking me on a date?” You smiled, suppressing a chuckle. There was a pause. 

“Yeah. I am.” He did laugh, and you silently thanked Taehyung for bringing you two together, even if it hadn’t been under the best circumstances. 

Written by Rose 

[theveryinsignificantpotato]

The Monster called anxiety

Any doctor x reader (though I imagined 10 when writing it)

Okay, here is the thing, I started writing the request and I am stuck, complete writer's block on my end, but I am working really hard to get everything just perfect for you, you beautiful human, but for now I edited this thing I found in my older oneshot book on Wattpad that never got posted. It's not horrible, but it is not what I wanted for you, so I'm using it to buy me a lil more time while I make yours perfect!

Your request is on the way, I am very sorry for the wait!

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He said he needed something human, some dna. I had been racking my brain to come up with something, assuming he would need a tangible material, like blood or skin. I had apparently been thinking aloud by mistake, rambling about how we could get a knife or something and I could give him just that, going on and on until he finally shut me up with a kiss. And time seemed to stop around me as I processed the feeling of his lips against mine, my body stiffening in shock.

He pulled away relatively quickly with his signature 'I just had a genius idea' smile beaming at me "That'll do, come on now!" He says with the slight hop he does just before he runs in the opposite direction

I took a dazed step in the direction he ran with a hand to my lips. It was only a moment in my daze before I heard him yell "come on!" From the corridor and I shook my head mumbling a small "right, panic later" and running after him.

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Overwhelmed, that is what I felt in that moment. Finally back aboard the TARDIS after what was by far the most risky adventure he had ever taken me on. I had almost died at one point, and towards the end there I thought he himself had died. Thoughts flew through my mind as I collapsed on the floor upon entering, what if I had died? Worse yet, what if he did? What if I am unable to do it next time? I can't let the defender of the universe die! What will become of everything?

The doctor enters just after me, furrowing his eyebrows at the sight of my hunched figure "are you alright?"

I glance at him, returning my eyes to the floor "oh yeah, I'm fine." I say rolling onto my back and allowing my anxiety to consume my entire being "I'm just tired is all." I flash the doctor a smile and he nods, not looking fully convinced.

None the less he turns some knobs and presses some buttons around the console, careful not to step on me as I lay in the middle of the floor.

The longer the silence, the more my thoughts deem me unfit to be a companion to the doctor, dreading the future and hating myself with every new situation my brain comes up with. My hands find their way to my face as the TARDIS takes off, pulling my hair on their way.

I try as the doctor told me before; during the event of an anxiety attack, to go back and show myself all the good I've done. I think of today's adventure, trying to see all the times I did good or that the doctor congratulated me with a "nice one, y/n!", Or "That's my girl!" In his excited voice with a proud smile.  I went through all the events of the day until I got to the kiss, where I stopped. Aand, I'm anxious again. What if it's weird now? That was my first, what if it was bad? Oh my God, my crush took my first kiss without knowing I love him, what if it was so bad he would never consider loving me? What if he doesn't want me to be his companion anymore? Oh God, oh fuck, what if things get too awkward and h-

"Y/n" my thoughts are cut off by his voice

I don't move, taking a deep breath to calm myself before I face him. I just wish I could stop bloody thinking! Christ, I'm shaking like I'm cold!

I can sense the doctor crouching over me, and the worry radiating from him. "Y/n, you are shivering and crying, what's wrong?" He asks

I hesitate for a moment before dragging my hands down my face to find my cheeks wet with tears "o-oh, I didn't even realize." I stutter, looking from my now damp hands to the doctor's features, etched with concern "Just anxious, is all. I made a mistake today and if you hadn't been there at that moment I would have screwed everything up. Makes me wonder what I will do in future adventures with you. What if I get you killed?"

He shakes his head "you won't." He says softly "You were brilliant today, too, without you it'd have been a disaster" he adds, offering me a hand.

I let out a sigh, accepting his hand and allowing him to pull me to my feet. He guides me to a sit by him on the floor by the console, our feet dangling over the lower level from the slight ledge. He sit for a moment in the quiet, each of us in our own heads before I finally speak up "I wish I could just stop thinking." I admit suddenly, causing the doctor to look at me

"Why is that? You're brilliant, it'd be a shame for that to end." He says

"It's not that, it's my thought processes, it's the anxiety. One thought, one screw up and then I'm on to the next in my mind before I see any good. I'm a little slow today, who's to say tomorrow I won't get someone killed? Every day my anxiety plagues my life like this and I can't get rid of it." I ramble, raking my fingers through my hair "sometimes I wonder if I'm even fit to be your companion, I really truly adore traveling with you, but every day I am just waiting for my next failure, waiting for the moment you finally drop me on Earth for the rest of my pitiful life. Surely it'd be better for you."

The doctor takes a breath "Listen to me, you and I, we fight monsters day in and day out, you and your brilliant mind sometimes even come up with plans to defeat then before I can, and I know what a huge monster anxiety is. The issue with this monster is I can't fix it, all I can do is try to help you. You are so very strong, so very smart, and you know that you are important, don't let it convince you otherwise."  He says, taking my hand and squeezing it lightly

The tears return, and I wipe them with my free hand. I'm so pitiful.

"This, this is why I'm a burden, I'm sitting here crying and making you stay with me when you could be helping someone"

He shakes his head "This is a time machine, y/n, you aren't being a burden. The only burden with your anxiety is that it is hurting the person I care about." He says, wrapping an arm around my shaking frame "come here"

I lean into his embrace, resting my head on his chest and wrapping my arms around his waist. He gently rubs his hand up and down on my shoulder, resting his chin on my head and I take a breath, listening to the beat of his hearts to calm me. "Thank you, Doctor." I say softly after a moment

"Ah, don't mention it." He replies, holding me tighter. I can hear the smile in his voice "Anything you need, love."

I sigh contently, finally feeling the weight of my anxiety leave me here in the doctor's arms. I sniffle a little, removing one of my arms from his waist to wipe the tears away from my cheeks before returning it to hug him tighter.

He gives a short laugh, removing his grip to allow me room to sit up and resume my sitting next to him. I do so, releasing him so I can rub my eyes of the remaining tears before giving him a tired grin. He smiles back "are you alright now?" He asks

I nod "sorry about that, It's been a long day." I say sheepishly

"Ah, we've all been there. No worries!" He says with a small smile "let's go somewhere nice, a lovely place for our next adventure. I know of this planet where in the evenings the sky glows a gorgeous cobalt blue, reflected in the many lakes, shallow like reflection pools, it has more stars surrounding it than any other planet and you can see them in the sky and on the water simultaneously, as if the whole sky is surrounding you, I think you would simply adore it. What do you say?" He rambles for a moment, looking at me with his awe filled eyes as he talks.

I can't help but smile "that sounds lovely." I reply, imagining the scene he described

"Great! I'll set our coordinates to go there now!" He exclaims, beginning to stand when I grab his hand to stop him

"U-uh Doctor, before we do that, I-" I stutter, and he gives me an odd look

"What is it, y/n?"

I avoid his eyes, standing up in front of him "Before we go I need to ask you something, it's about the last adventure, and I know why you did it, I don't need you to explain yourself, but if I don't get this off my chest and ask you I think I'll go mad." I ramble, rubbing my arm and continuing to avoid his confused gaze "B-but it's about that kiss today."

"That was to get a dna sample, it was critical that I had human dna in order to-"

"No, no, I understand that" I interrupt "but ah- it's stupid." I shake my head "T-that was my first kiss, and I get that it was meaningless to you, just part of the mission, but to me it wasn't. And I know it's dumb but I have to say-" I hesitate, taking a breath and attempting to ignore the look on the doctor's face "I think I'm in love with you, doctor" Oh my God that sounds so cheesy out loud I can't help but laugh a little "s-sorry, you probably hear that a lot"

I can't begin to describe the look on his face when I finally looked at him, it was weird like a mix of confused and trying not to laugh. I feel so embarrassed in this moment that I want to die. He didn't say anything at first, just took a step forward and put a hand on my shoulder, looking into my eyes as if searching for something. I couldn't help my slight shaking as I anticipated his next movement, not even remotely expecting him to do as he did.

As I watched his eyes his unreadable expression softened, and his free hand placed itself on my chin to tilt my head up towards him. A small smile played on his lips as he leant down to my level, placing a sweet kiss on my lips. My first instinct was to tense up, but I quickly relaxed, closing my eyes and kissing him back.

This one lasted longer than the first, and it was sweeter. When he finally pulled away I opened my eyes to be greeted with his perfect smile, "alright then! Off we go!" He cheers, running to the console with the same hop in his step.

I was dazed once again, my breath hitching as I watched him "wha- Doctor!" I whine, unable to help the smile creeping at my lips

He looks up at me, his hand on a switch and a brilliant smile on his face "allons-y!" He cheers, flicking the switch to initiate the TARDIS' take off

[i-love-charles]

*Waddles over and whispers* Can I request; Charles is holding in his jealousy for reader when Javier is flirting and having a laugh around reader but after a party night, Javier kisses reader. Charles drags reader away and shows who reader belongs to ;3 If that is fine with you? *kisses* Lovely blog by the way! *waddles away*

Mine

Notes: Long Request, Smut, Charles + Female Reader, Javier Escuella, Jealously, Slightly Rough, Facial, Aftercare, Fingering, Oral, Handjob, Choking, Hair Pulling, Slight Dom.   

Wordcount: 2,562

Charles gaze wandered across the distracted campground of Clemens Point. Most of the gang’s women worked hard at their embroidery near their tents, and most of the men were in the tedious town of Rhodes nearby; busy collecting information on possible homestead or stagecoach robberies. Uncle lay drunkenly at the campfire with you and Javier – his hollow guitar placed at his lap and his fingers gently strumming a song to you. Your eyes watched his talented fingers work at the strings with a cup of hot coffee between her palms, the sweet Spanish lyrics hummed into the air, meeting the smoke from the fire and creating a devilishly flirtatious atmosphere.

Charles had loved you for weeks now, only being with Dutch’s gang for a short 6 months, his attention was automatically cast to you and you alone. Showing him unlimited kindness in his arrival, making him feel truly welcomed to the strange family you had all kindled – his growing feelings were inevitable. He had thought about letting his emotions known for you many times before, but there was never a right time. Blackwater was a disaster for you, as well as loosing one of your closest friends Jenny in the Coulter mountains – he knew that he had to bide his time, tell you of his love on his own accord, only it seemed that time never came. You had always been a favourite amongst the men of camp, your angelic features and pristine presentation as well as your infectious personality and witty humour had driven them all crazy from day one. An envious pit mixed of jealously and distrust at Javier began to form in his stomach as he rests himself against an oak tree a few metres away from the scene, his sawed-off shotgun perched inside its leather holster at his hip, his arms crossed tightly as he bore witness to the flirtation. 

“Which cord do I pluck again?” You asked gently to Javier, his finger coming to guide yours to the correct note at the guitars neck. Catching Charles’ gaze during the interaction, you could see the hurt in his pupils, and with that he bent at his heel and returned to his guard duty on the skirting woods of the camp. “Excuse me, Javier.” You remarked whilst lifting yourself to your feet, placing the cup on a stool at your side. Making your way past the tented bedrolls and provision wagon whilst calling after Charles worryingly. Your arm was wrist tightly and pulled back – your face meeting a stern Grimshaw. 

“Leave the men alone and do your work, girl.” She muttered harshly to you whilst handing you an empty bucket to fill for camp.

The following day ended with a bustling evening in celebration of a successful coach robbery stacked with antiques and cash carried out by Javier and Charles. The wagon pulled up on the outskirts of the crowding party. Dutch’s music echoed from his tent, wading its way around the camp as orchestrate symphonies lulled through everyone’s drunken minds. 

Javier lifted himself from the seat, bringing his legs down to the step on the side and heading to the back to unload the cash from the chest in the wagon. Charles joined him, cracking it open with a swift jam of his gun at the rusted metal lock.“If you don’t ask her to dance, Charles, I will.” He callously remarked to the towering man beside him before walking off with money stacks for the camp ledger. Charles huffed in response, lifting a freshly lit cigarette to his mouth and searching his eyes around the party for you.

When his wandering eyes met yours, he found you sat with your arms placed gently in your lap on a wooden chair beside Dutch’s tent, he watched you slowly as your eyes drifted to the movements of Molly and Dutch. Their arms were wrapped at each others’ waists and palms, their heavy eyes locked together as they swayed their way to the bounding of violin choirs and piano chords. Your bright eyes that he had grown to love so much were full of a distinct emotion, was it jealousy? 

His thoughts were quickly interrupting my Javier’s extended arm to you in his eye line. A poncho wrapped around his shoulders and a slight grin radiating towards you. You obliged by meeting his palm and lifting yourself to your feet, bringing your other arm to perch lightly upon his shoulder. Your movements soon became rhythmic and you met his body in a gentle slow dance beside Dutch and Molly. Javier’s gaze darted to meet Charles’ - his immature grin still plastered at the corners of his mouth. Was this some type of sick, twisted punishment from Javier? If he knew Charles’ feelings for her, then why did he mirror them? To tease him, challenge him?   

“Bastard.” He mumbled, flicking the cigarette at his feet and outing it with the heel of his heavy leather boots. Before he could even think, his legs were bounding towards you both in slow strides, his face plastered with a stern and tensing expression and his big hands bunched into two tight fists.  

“Javier!” He rumbled towards you both, a fist connecting violently to the left side of his jaw. Javier stumbled backwards into the chair behind him, bringing his palm to the reddening area. Now that Javier was out of the way Charles took this opportunity presented to him and met his palm to yours, dragging you to the wooded trees that cornered the campgrounds. 

Your eyes searched back to the scene; Javier was still clutching his jaw as his eyes followed yours. The only others that had caught the event were Molly and Dutch, but they soon resumed to their dance, almost pretending that they hadn’t bore witness. Everyone else’s attention was either gifted to their whisky flasks or the hollering of Uncle’s drunken tunes at the campfire.

When Charles finally let your hand go, you were pressed against a thick tree trump in a quiet clearing outside, the singing, laughter and music still audible from camp. Charles hair fell around his face as a thick frame and his eyes became dark with both oppressed anger and lust. 

“Charles, are you going to tell me why the hell you just punched Javier!” You loudly cried at the man towering before you, before adding in a calmer manner “He could be hurt.” 

“Oh, please! He’s just trying to steal you away!” His calloused reply brought a lump to your throat. Why was only just making his feelings known? You had waited so long for this! Your mind wandered back to Javier, hoping he would recover fast, but the guiltier part of you was just happy Charles had finally made a move. Whether it was the slight amount of alcohol you had consumed or a brief moment of gusto to your head, you forcefully grabbed the area behind his neck and pulled him down to meet your soft, pillowed lips. His touch at first was hesitant and slow, trying to collect himself, but before long he took over and it was obvious his confidence had finally peaked as he pressed his thick and muscular body against yours, thus pinning you harder against the rough tree bark.

One of Charles large, strong hands came to press against your rounded hips, clutching at the thick fabric of your dress that separated you. His other came to grasp at your neck, slightly pressing down on your airways, leaving you breathless before him and practically gasping for more. Your hands grappled at the buttons on his torso, releasing his perfectly toned chest out of its confinements. He gasped into your touch as the unrelenting breeze washed against his skin, his legs moved to cage around yours and he began rubbing the obvious bulge in his pants against the front of your dress. 

He broke the passionate interaction by pulling away from you and ordering a simple “Turn around and bend” from his throat. You obeyed and pressed the front of your waning body against the tree, your pretty face peeking back at the man behind you as he ripped at the confines of his underwear and trousers, kicking them off to the crushed leaves and returning to you in his naked glory with his thick leather boots still on and his inky long hair blowing behind him in the biting night breeze. Your eyes wandered down to the painfully hard erection that sprang between his legs, much more impressive than you could have ever imagined, and the largest you’d ever seen on any man. Your mouth formed into a perfect ‘o’ at the sight and your legs began to come uneasy at the yearning building between them, thin streams of your arousal pooled at your centre and threatened to slip down to your thick thighs. Seriously? You’d seen a man naked before, why was this any different? Why was he driving you so insane? 

Charles’ thick cock met merely inches away from your rounded ass and his hands reached at your dress him to bunch it up around your waist, next he brought your thin flimsy bloomers to a pile around your ankles – finally exposing himself to the area you needed his attention the most. His eyes bore against your exposes aching core and ass cheeks, the tension only adding to your overbearing yearning for him. Your body bent forward slightly more, silently pleading for him to make the next move. A low chuckle echoed in his chest at the motion and he bent forward to reach your ear, cupping your chin to reach further towards his direction. 

“Gonna prove to you how a real man shows love for his woman.” He moaned against your skin before dropping to his knees behind you. The soft words clouded around in your head, your pussy clenched at the thought. Wait, love? He lov-

“Charles!” You screamed into your fist as his face pressed itself against the sensitive skin of your pussy. Your throbbing clit trapped between his rough lips and the pressure of his expert tongue. His movements quickly spiralling you into an abyss of pleasure. The only thing you could bring yourself to say was this man’s name, over and over as his torture on you continued. 

“Such a sweet little girl” he moaned into your pussy, this time bringing his hands up and rubbing against the pooling arousal, only to push them into you in fast and unrelenting pumps. He stood up; his fingers still wrapped inside your tight tiny hole. His other hand snaked up to your hair, wrapping it around his wrist and fisting it up to meet his face. Your lips crashed together again, and your screams stifled against his coated lips, you could taste yourself on his tongue and the realisation only made you madder for this handsome gunslinger.

“Tell. Me. Who’s. Doing. This. To. You!” Each word was met with an equally aggressive thrust of his fingers into you, your heart bounding at the overstimulating pleasure he was giving you. 

“You, Charles. You. Just… just you! Only you!” At your obedient response his eyes grew darker and his fingers were pulled out, the wetness from them coated against his impressive cock. You could see the rubbing movements of his hand behind you, and the head of him pressed roughly against you finally. Without any warning he pushes himself fully into you with a deep and unforgiving thrust. Despite how unbelievably wet you already were, his size still stretched you to your absolute limits His thick and patterned veins rubbed deliciously against areas inside of you that no man had ever reached, the sensation was incredible and your intense scream of satisfaction was quickly stifled by his strong hand across your mouth. The next deep thrust into your pussy sent your eyes rolling backwards and your legs struggling to stay upright, his other hand assisted this by reaching around your hips and holding you in place while it brushed agonisingly against your exposed clit.

“If anyone hears you, princess, it better be Javier.” He teasingly moans against the sensitive flesh of your neck, as much as you hated to admit it – the thought of Javier hearing Charles taking you this way only brought you closer to your impending climax which was vastly approaching at your core, crashing against your innermost delicate areas and dragging you towards your orgasm.

“Charles. I-I’m…” A harsh particularly harsh press against your clit sent you spirally down a rabbit hole in Charles’ arms, your ears pounded at he fucked you through it, not missing a single beat. The blood rushed to your head and between your legs, causing you to twitch around him and only dragging his orgasm to the brink. In the comedowns of your release, the only words you could muster were pathetic pleas and whimpers for him to cum inside of you, they were met with deep growls from his panting chest. 

“We have a lifetime for me to fill you, darling.” He responded gruffly against your damp skin. When Charles could see you had reached your peak, he pulled out and tugged you down by a rough bunch of your hair to your knees before him. What sent him over the edge was the quiet and hoarse whisper of “Please, cum over me, Charles. I’ll do anything!” As you stared up at the man before you swimming in his own ecstasy. 

Your hands came up to reach around his thick cock and your movements copied his previous unrelenting pumps into you. His eyes met yours in ecstasy looking up at him with an angelic smile spread across your face, hair in a cloud of tangles and breath hitching in your throat, he could barely hold back. The first thick release of cum landed on your lips and in your opened agape mouth, the creamy fluid dancing on your tongue. The next shot across one of your cheeks and proceeded to drip down your jaw to the swell of your cleavage, disappearing down your bodice. The last remaining drops landing on your dress in short wads. After a few short moments he made his way to the small leather satchel resting on the ground along with his other clothes, pulling out a clean handkerchief and kneeling before you. He wiped smoothly away at the dashes of cum painting your face, kissing the skin afterwards. You just sat their in a daze, watching as the man before took care of you after what could most definitely have been the best sex of your life.

The last drop of cum on your face rested at your lips, before Charles could reach it with the small cloth you had already licked it up with your tongue. The movement made his eyes glimmer with admiration and he leaned forward to meet your swollen lips in a passionate and romantic kiss.  

Later that night you had joined Charles at the party and even danced with him next to Molly and Dutch. Javier gave you and Charles knowing glances all night, but he made it obvious that he understood to keep his distance, especially when you sat on Charles’ thick thighs at the campfire and kissed at his neck, mirroring Charles’ affection with soft giggles and “I love you’s.” This was only the start.

I hope you enjoyed reading this guys! I loved writing it. 

[nautiscarader]

Max/Roxanne 13

() (Ao3) (next>>)

The door to Roxanne’s house was opened with a loud thud, as she and her boyfriend came crashing through it, their bodies already entwined in a long, passionate kiss that started somewhere between the  bus stop and the porch. The two twirled in an uncoordinated dance, until Roxanne suddenly broke the kiss and shushed her impatient boyfriend, placing a finger over his mouth.

- Mom? Dad?

She asked loudly, and only after solid five seconds of silence, the two resumed their giggling, as their feet moved them towards the stairs. They haven’t even took the first step up, before their hormones took over, and Max pressed her against the wall, giving her the first true taste of what was going to happen. Their legs locked, and their hands began roaming their backs, undoing some of their pieces of clothing, while their lips and tongue worked hard to keep them as excited as possible, though the fact that they had the whole house to themselves was enticing enough. Even though Max’s place was usually empty too, there was something even more daring to do it at Roxanne’s, as there usually was at least one adult ready to interrupt their slightly more innocent caresses.

- How-How much time do we have…? - Max asked, catching breath after another fiery kiss. - At least until eight - she smiled - But if you are going to keep at this pace, we’ll be done in five minutes…

With that, the two began moving up, one step at a time, still kissing and fondling their bodies through their remaining clothes. The landing, half-way through their journey up, was when Max caught a glimpse of her naked body for the first time today, and ever since she told him her parents would be out for the day, he thought about nothing else throughout his classes. Just when she thought they would reach her room soon, Roxanne shrieked when she felt Max kissing her belly, and venturing down, while he loosened her shorts.

- Ma-Ma-Max! Not-not here, you horny puppy! - Why not? - he asked, looking up into her gleaming eyes - We can pretend it’s our house, can’t we?

Max’s words put Roxanne’s mind at ease, simultaneously making her raging hormones even more active. He was right; for the next six hours the house was theirs, and the thought that they could dow whatever they want suddenly thrilled Roxanne to bits. But her mind was soon overcome with pleasure, when Max pulled down her shorts and pants, exposing her glistening, soaking pussy, and he eagerly dived between her legs, putting one over his shoulder, while Roxanne grabbed the rails for stability.

She threw her head back, and put hand over her mouth, when Max lapped his tongue alongside her slit, gathering first droplets of her juices that kept making her wet ever since her parents told her about their trip today. More muffled moans reached Max’s ears, as he loved Roxanne’s pussy, and at some point, the horny teenager gently grabbed her arm and moved it away from her mouth.

- I want to hear you, Roxanne.

He spoke with a smoky, hot voice and kissed her, giving her the taste of her sex. And when he returned between her legs, he was beyond satisfied when he heard her loud and clear, openly praising him and crying his name. Roxanne was trashing against Max’s face, the combination of her being naked outside her room, the cold, metal rail pressing against her bum, as well as the warmth of Max’s tongue and his tight grip on her thighs and legs created a powerful concoction of emotions that soon took over her, and the red-head was shouting his name, filling the empty house with her moaning, breaking voice.

- Ma-Maxie!

She pressed her hand against his head, while her legs began flailing, and only thanks to Max’s support she didn’t fall to the floor. Her walls spasmed against his face, coating her boyfriend’s nose and lips with copious amounts of her translucent cum, shining like a glaze when he looked at her.

- Are you alright, up there? - he asked, cockily, swiping some of the fluids with the arm of his hoodie. - Yeah… Yeah I am - she wheezed.

And before she could react, she shrieked, as her world spun around again, this time when Max locked his arms underneath her back and legs, and soon began carrying her up the stairs, bridal-style. Leaving trail of their clothes behind them.

- Max… - I know.

He smiled and leaned in for another kiss, just as they reached the upper floor and stood in front of her room.

- Shall I? - Oh yes, please!

She giggled, and a moment later saw how Max kicks the door to her room, filling their eyes with the pleasant, pinkish interior, though their sight naturally gravitated towards her single bed. Bed which Roxanne felt behind her back just a second later, as she suddenly found herself diving into her comfy mattress, being pressed against it by her boyfriend’s near-naked body.

- I couldn’t wait, Roxanne - he spoke once again with the salacious, smoky voice that turned quite normal when he leaned back from another kiss - Plus, er, I don’t think I’m strong enough to carry you that long. - That’s okay, Maxie.

It was time for Roxanne to show her impatience, as she pulled her boyfriend towards herself, and her fingers quickly began working on his trousers, last piece of their clothing still present. Though it felt clumsy, the two went on, and soon, his buckle made the satisfying, metallic noise when it landed on the floor, and Roxanne was able to see her boyfriend in all of his naked glory. Her hand automatically moved towards his cock she felt ever since he pressed her against the wall, but only now she could see and feel how ready he was for her.

Her eyes widened and she couldn’t help but let out a squeal as she watched Max get comfortable between her legs again, but this time pressing them against her body, while her back fell into the small mountain of pillows at one end of her bed.

His swollen head was just against her entrance, when he suddenly backed, breaking the slow kiss he himself initiated.

- Wait, I got'em in my backpack downstairs. Be right back.

But hasn’t moved an inch, as Roxanne’s arms, and what surprised him, legs, closed behind him back at once, making him wide-eyed again.

- Ro-Roxanne? - Maxie, I… - she hesitated for a moment, as crimson filled fer cheeks - I want to-to try it raw today.

She said, toying with her hair, and watched as Max’s face is torn with a mix of unbridled happiness and sudden concern, as he comprehended her words.

- But wait, are you- - It’s safe, I’m sure. - she quickly pecked him. - Cos you know, I’m all in for playing the house, but I don’t want to fill it too soon…

Roxanne giggled and cupped his face, bringing his lips to hers again.

- Don’t worry, not gonna happen, at least today.

And when she closed her eyes, she felt him everywhere around her. His mouth on hers, his body against her breasts, his hands on her thighs, her legs on his shoulders, and finally, him inside her. She let out a moan that escaped her room through the still opened door, an unprecedented sight for them.

Max’s voice quivered as her inviting warmth and wetness he only experienced with his fingers, mouth and tongue now overwhelmed him, and he pushed forward, making Roxanne sink slightly into her comfy rest, while she let out impatient moans and whines.

- Roxie, it’s so-so good… - I know. - she kissed him again, locking her arms behind his neck.   - It’s-it’s just I don’t know how long- - Doesn’t matter. - she cut off him quickly - As long it’s you, I don’t mind.

With the newly gained confidence, Max flexed his feet against the bedding, and pushed himself forward, receiving the first, truly carnal scream from his girlfriend. Roxanne was as giddy as Max, and without the alien texture of latex, she felt as if they were making love for the first time again, her mind suddenly going back to the unforgettable last Summer. Even though she knew it was impossible, she felt as if lack of condom made him bigger, though that might be just due to her very intimate position they were locked in.

His began thrusting, at first in slow and precise motion, though as more and more of his nerves were set on fire as each square inch of his cock was now experiencing her raw pussy, Max’s moves became impatient and uncoordinated, which only helped, as it fuelled them both. Roxanne’s voice shook with each push, and the sight of her legs flailing above his head in rhythm of his lunges was an exhilarating, erotic sight. Every now and then their lips would meet in short kisses that only sparked more of the passion and made them, or rather him, move faster. Locked between his body and her pillows, Roxanne couldn’t do much, except encourage him with her sweet voice suddenly dripping with lust.

- Keep… keep going, Maxie! C-cum inside!

Feeling her orgasm incoming, she moved her hand between their bodies, and she was surprised to find his there as well. Their eyes met, and at once she understood their shared goal. Max knew there was no way he was going to last longer than her, not with the heavenly feel of her wet pussy around him. But he wasn’t going to leave her hanging, and with a bit of help from his thumb massaging her clit, he was going to make her cry his name again. Roxanne’s body jerked when he touched her, and even though the position couldn’t have been comfortable for it, he continued circling her delicate button with intensity matching his thrusts.

And just like he thought, they lasted only a few more minutes, as Roxanne’s room suddenly was filled with their mixed and shared cries, combined with the slight creaking of her bed.

Max let out a wail when he came, but it was Roxanne who outdone him, locking her arms as well her legs behind him, as she pulled him towards her, allowing his cock to fill her completely. And even though she was more than happy for his gallant behaviour, Max was worried for nothing. The sheer feeling of Max’s warm, thick cum shooting into her pussy and filling it with long, steady ropes was enough to push her over the edge and make her cry his name again and again.

As he kept spilling his seed inside her, she kept seeping words into his ear, though by now, they sounded like babbling, mangled parts of his name and various praises, though with her orgasm sapping energy out of her, it became softer and and softer, until it turned into gentle moans and purrs, coinciding with his slightly heaver breathing.

The two tired lovers looked at each other, seeing the familiar, frisky gleam in each other’s eyes and kissed, wordlessly thanking each other, as neither of them could verbalise their feelings. Their kiss was broken again, but this time by Roxanne, when she felt Max move back.

- Wait, wait, I want to show you this…

Roxanne kept her hand around her quivering leg, in the almost-vertical position, waited until his cock was fully pulled out, and then used her fingers to spread her lips. For a split of a second, she thought it wouldn’t work, but then, their eyes widened when first thick, milky glob of his seed poured from her used pussy, her still twitching walls helping move his cum back. She looked up, seeing Max’s enamoured face, as he watched almost two weeks of celibacy pouring out of her pussy in a deliciously slow, erotic show.

- See? That’s all yours… - she cooed - Or rather…

She brought her hand his cum was slowly spilling onto to her lips, tasting his salty and aggressive seed. Her tongue flickered across her fingers, trying to clean up all the sticky strands between them, though at some point, roxanne lost all pretense and sucked on them, making sure to get all oh him. If Max was flabbergasted at the sight of her creampie, his eyes popped out of his skull when he saw her lick off his cum, one bit at a time, never looking away, repaying him for the eye contact he maintained with her when he ate her out before.  

- That-that was-was… - I know.

Roxanne stuck out her tongue and gave him a quick kiss, much to his surprise, as he was able to taste his musk himself for the first time.  

- Where-how did you…? - Stacey. - she quickly replied, her face becoming crimson again - She-She mentioned how Bobby likes to do it with her, and I thought I’d try…

She looked away, as her innocent face was quickly filled with a sly grin.

- Well… I have to thank her for that. - Max wheezed - You think she’ll fit in here? - Don’t think about it, you horny puppy. - Roxanne barked back playfully. - What? You’re keeping that Powerline poster up, we all know you’d like his power rod…

Max pointed to the wall behind him, and Roxanne opened her mouth in a would-be agitated expression. A moment later, she was on him again, playfully fighting, though her single bed prevented them from rolling back and forth as she’d like to.

- You know what I want to do now? - she suddenly asked stopping their pretend bickering. - N-No? - I’ve always wanted to try the shower. - she said eagerly, smiling wide - And, think about it, you can be as messy, as you want… Plus, I do need to freshen up after your gift.

She leaned in and kissed his astonished face, before she leapt from her bed and began walking to her door, one her slightly wobbly legs, completely unabashed about her nudity.

- And then I-I want to try the kitchen. Dunno why, it-it just feels right… - Roxanne, I think you put a bit too much confidence in my-my, uh, abilities… - Max spoke, watching as she stepped in place. - No, I don’t. - she reached and grabbed his cock and gave it a gentle squeeze that made him harder in a split of a second, as he was able to feel some of his own stickiness still on her palm. - And besides, we’ll have lunch in between, I have some tacos. Come on, I can’t wait!

And with that, she disappeared into the corridor again, her wriggling bum being the last thing Max saw. For a few seconds, Max looked at the empty door frame, amazed how the superficially modest girl like Roxanne could hide so many layers of carnal desires deep inside her, and how lucky he is to be the only one to discover it.

With a enamoured sigh, he looked at the clock on her night table. They still had five and a half hours ahead of them.

He’s gonna need those tacos.

[nipgloss-writing-blog]

Time Off

Soldier: 76 x Male reader | since everyone is back on the citrus scale after content ban Lemon / Explicit | 2196 words

Bright fluorescent light flooded your eyes as you pushed open the door to the quaint gas station. Despite its rather limited space, it was crammed with shelves that held rows of colorful snacks and conveniences. Jack stood outside filling the tank of the car, leaning back against the passenger side and gazing into the night. You turned and gave him a small smile before you began to browse the candy shelf. As you read the titles of the sugar filled bars, your mind wondered, thinking of how you managed to find yourself in this position. Of course his duty always came first with Jack. Always did, and even after Overwatch's disbandment, it always will. At least that was the official story. You knew that deep down, the soft spot he held for you could trump any immediate issues and while you didn’t like to exploit this fact often, alone time together was long overdue. If anything, he needed it more than you; stress of his life wasn’t making him any younger. So, after waiting a long time for things to calm down in his “business” life, you mustered up the courage to ask him for time away, just the two of you. Whether he hesitated or not at first was in the past, you two were here now and that’s all that mattered. You sighed, lost in dreamy thoughts of the trip ahead until they were interrupted.

“Sir, can I help you find something?” came the voice of the gas station attendant from behind the counter. It hadn’t dawned on you that you completely zoned out staring at the chocolates and you replied with a simple “No thank you!”. You glanced back at Jack again and while his face was obscured, his chest rose and fell in a telltale manner, indicating that he found your embarrassment amusing. The way the flashing gas station lights shone on his silver hair and how his jacket was unzipped just far enough to grant a peak at his muscular chest made your heart flutter. You swallowed hard, trying to ignore your slight arousal long enough to get you out of the gas station. You hurried through the little store, grabbing your favorite drinks and snacks for the road ahead, payed, and then headed out. Arms lined with bags, you turned and pushed the door open with your rear. Now you had caught his attention.

“Whew, cold night tonight!” you started as you made your way back to the car. “It is. Get anything good?” the tall man questioned, more eager to find a distraction from his heated thoughts than to receive an actual answer. After all, there was a long road ahead of you two still and driving through deadlock gorge required one’s utmost attention. “Look for yourself” you retorted in an innocent tone as you bent over to dump the snacks onto the back seat. As cheesy as it felt, you made sure to stick your ass out as you took time putting them down. The sound of two heavy boots stepping behind you let you know that your cheap move worked and you stood back up. Jack took off his mask, tossed it onto the seat in front of you and moved in close to your ear, lowering his voice “Oh I see something I want alright”. A soft moan escaped your lips and as he pulled your hips closer to himself and you felt the bulge in his pants against your ass. He slipped his hands under your shirt and ran them up your stomach, stopping when he met your nipples. You grinded into his lap until you were met with hesitation on his part. He pulled his arms away, exposing you to the chill of the night once again and causing you to turn in confusion. You realized the problem before you had to ask. Jack was peering at the cashier who was reading a magazine, none the wiser the scene unfolding outside. “That magazine can only keep his attention for so long” you said in a disappointed tone. Jack met the scowl that began to cover your face. “Hmm that’s true” he said while pondering the situation but quickly continued with “follow me” after glancing around. You followed him eagerly around the side of the gas station, and bumped into him when he abruptly stopped in front of a telephone booth. It must have been in disuse for years as seeing such a commodity never happened in the current age. You glanced at Jack cynically, not sure if he was joking or not and said “It’s great, if both of us can even fit in it that is”. “It’s the best I can do, private and it should have some sound proofing” he insisted in an impatient tone while palming the growing bulge in his pants. His eagerness caused a small pang of guilt to hit you due to the fuss you put up since you were the one who aroused him in the first place.

“Alright” you sighed as you pushed the folding door to the side with considerable effort. Once inside, you swiveled on the balls of your feet, minding the cramped walls. Jack let out a soft laugh as you stood there expectantly and he shook his head. “You know, once I’m in there you won’t have any space to turn back around, you should probably do that now” he informed and you blushed, feeling your own cock harden slightly at what his statement implied. You did as you were instructed, turning around again towards the back of the booth and placing your palms on the chilled glass. Jack stepped in behind you and reached behind his back to close the folded doors. You two were now back in the position you found yourself in before and much to your relief, heat quickly filled the small space, warming you up. His hands resumed their position under your shirt, softly running his thumbs over your nipples. Your back arched in response and your shoulders pressed against his chest. Removing one hand from the glass, you snaked your arm around behind you to trace it down the larger man’s lower abdomen. After struggling with the button of his pants for a few moments, you freed his erection and wrapped your strained hand around it, giving it a few gentle strokes and eliciting a hearty groan from him. He returned the favor, one hand reaching into the waistband of your pants and cupping your half-hard dick, the other meeting an asscheek to give it a rough squeeze. You tightened your grip on his shaft and attempted to quicken your strokes but the two of you were pushed too close together.

“It’s too tight in here for this” you said between eager pants. He savored the sensation of your body for a moment before responding, “You’re right, just relax” and he removed his hands from you, allowing you to bring your own cramped arm back in front of you.

From your position it was hard to turn your neck to see what he was doing as he shifted behind you but by this point you were fully hard and dying to take him. He pulled down your pants and boxers to your knees and placed a hand on your back, pushing to bend you forward slightly. The silence had finally gotten to you as crickets chirped in the distance and only the sound of shuffling clothes and your breathing filled the booth. “Just gonna get right to it huh?” you said in an amused tone, expecting a snarky remark in return. Instead, you were met with a muffled “mhm” as Jack saturated two of his fingers with saliva. After properly coating them, he lowered his hands and spread one of your cheeks with his dry hand, rubbing the slick over your hole. The sudden sensation caused you to tense up and he returned his hands to your hips. “You need to relax” he reminded you in a more assertive tone this time. Taking a deep breath, you released the tension and he returned to gently tracing his fingers between your asscheeks. After making sure that you were calm enough, he placed a finger against your lips and you opened them obediently, taking the digit into your mouth and sucking it. You swirled your tongue around the tip and moaned, excited by the contact but (to your dismay) he retracted his fingers from your mouth after a short while. You lifted yourself onto your tippy toes, yearning for what would come next. He steadied you with one hand on your left thigh, the other pushing the wet finger into your tight ring of muscles slowly. You winced in pain at the sudden intrusion but remained steadfast through the process of him inserting a second finger and scissoring your tight hole to loosen it. The pain slowly melted into pleasure as he pushed deeper into you, fingering your sweet spot. You bit back loud moans as he quickened his pace and you pushed back onto his hands, longing for more.

Sick of the teasing and preparation you pleaded “God Jack, please!” as you took his fingers fully into your ass. “Please what?” he replied, but you knew he knew what you wanted. “Please just fuck me already!” Your voice grew louder, giving little care to if anyone could hear.  With that he spat into his palm and spread it evenly across his thick cock. “Get ready babe” was the last thing exchanged before he lined up his tip with you asshole and gave it a firm push in. The intense feeling of Jack spreading you with one fell motion caused you to clench your hands and you struggled to keep your balance. He pushed you further up against the wall of the booth and bottomed out inside of you, allowing you a moment to acclimate to his girth. As you attempted to catch your bearings he leaned back slightly and took in the site that unfolded in front of him. He let out a pleased moan and then uttered “you look so good with my cock deep in you like this”. The heat of the booth began to choke you and all you managed to vocalize was a faint “uhuh” as your head lolled forward. You swallowed hard as Jack began to pump in and out of you again, gradually picking up the pace. Usually, he’d allow a much longer time for you to get used to his size before continuing, but everything leading up to this moment had been too drawn out for him to wait another minute. He gripped the back of your shirt for leverage as he pushed into you over and over again and the leather jacket that covered his torso slammed into your cheeks repeatedly.

Your pleasure continued to build as he chased his own climax within you, leading you to reach down and quickly tug at your hard shaft. You were completely lost in the pleasure and all the discomfort of the tight space around you melted away. “God Jack don’t stop!” you moaned out and Jack’s pace became more erratic and unsteady, pushing himself over the edge. Hot liquid spilled into your ass causing you to gasp and pump yourself harder. Once Jack came down from his orgasm, he pushed your hand off of your dick and began working you towards your climax, which didn’t take long. You body filled with rapture as you came, white cum painting the glass in front of you. You huffed, trying to catch your breath in the stuffy air as Jack slowly pulled out of you and pushed the door behind open again. Cold air immediately met your sore ass and jolted you up. You shivered as you reached down for your clothes and pulled them back up over you, adjusting yourself before fixing your hair and turning towards Jack (who was also tidying himself up). He wiped a bead of sweat from his forehead before he flashed you a smirk. “Not such a bad idea, was it?” he questioned, clearly satisfied. He was right, but you cheekily replied “Huh? Oh, the booth. Yeah, not so bad besides the cramps and definite bruising”. He chuckled slightly and followed your gaze to the spot on the glass you came on. “Nah, don’t worry about it” he reassured you “Nobodies used this in years and I doubt somebody's gonna care” and with that he motioned at the store clerk, fast asleep at the counter, head rested on his magazine.

Jack lead you back to the car and opened your door for you, motioning for you to get in. You lingered for a moment placing your hand on his and then ducked into your seat. As you adjusted yourself to a position in which you wouldn’t be reminded of your new found soreness, Jack took his place behind the wheel and you looked over at his relaxed posture. “Are you happy that we did this now?” you prodded as you clicked your seatbelt in place. “Couldn’t be happier”. And with that, you two drove off into the night.

[shoarokay]

Arthur Morgan x F!Reader

Rating: Explicit

Warnings: None

Word Count: 2166

Summary: Arthur works harder than everyone and never takes time for himself...until you make him take time for himself.

On Ao3

Arthur had been gone a long time. You had tried to busy yourself with work around camp, idly scrubbing Bill's sweat soaked undershirt as your thoughts wandered. You had other things you could be doing in town, truth be told, but you didn't want to chance missing his arrival back at camp.

You were never one to be distracted by or fixated on a man. In fact, aside from physical pleasure, Arthur was the first man you'd spent any time thinking about. Never had you met a man with such a big heart. He liked to hide it with a rough exterior and endless self deprecation but that didn't blind you to what was really underneath. A kind man that cared about his family and was loyal to the end. The two of you had not really confessed your feelings but there had been weeks, months of feelings slowly building. Gentle touches, long glances, playful banter. Though the words were unspoken, you both knew what you had in each other.

Which brought your thoughts back to the matter at hand. Arthur had been gone a long time. He said he'd only be gone a day or two but it had been a week. Too long. Arthur could handle himself of that much you were sure. You wouldn't trust anyone else to take care of things so effectively and efficiently, but even that thought couldn't dull the sour feeling in your stomach at his prolonged absence.

The sun rose again and Arthur was still nowhere to be seen. Few of the gang were up this early, though Pearson had put some coffee on. You helped yourself as you packed some extra ammunition and throwing knives into your horse's saddlebags. Luckily, since there weren't too many people milling about you were able to leave camp without too many questions.

You mounted your Arabian and gave her a little pat, reaching in your saddle bag to grab her a carrot. She was a gift from Arthur after your horse was shot by O'Driscolls during a fight. You cried for days after until Arthur came riding up leading the Arabian behind him. Though she didn't replace your old horse in your heart, it was just so sweet of Arthur that you wanted to cry for another reason. You couldn't help jumping into his arms and squeezing him so tight that everyone in camp had their eyes on you.

"Sorry, I lost myself a bit there." You had said when he let you back down.

"'S alright." He coughed and turned away but you did notice a slight rosy blush on his cheeks.

You rode for Saint Denis. John told you that Arthur was following up on a lead there so that's where you would start. By the time you arrived the town was just starting to wake up. People you passed in the streets greeted you good morning, some commenting on how nice your horse was. City life wasn't so bad.

You dismounted outside the small courtyard that housed the trapper and the fence, hitching your horse to the post outside. The courtyard was already packed with people, some you supposed never really left.

Stepping foot inside the fence, it was dusty and dark. But then you heard it.

"How much could ya give me for this one?" Arthur's voice sounded rough. You scarcely believed your ears. It felt like an eternity since you'd heard his voice.

Rounding the corner slowly, you peeked your head around it and there he was. Arthur Morgan. Normally you'd know better than to surprise him but you couldn't help it. You ran up to him and threw your arms around his waist, hugging him tight from behind.

"Wha-" He started, turning his neck to see the top of your head, your face pressed against his coat. "What in the hell are you doing, woman?!"

"Well, I missed you too, Arthur Morgan." You released him with an annoyed look on your face. "You said one or two days!"

Arthur was finishing with the fence when he turned and grabbed your hand, leading you out of the store into the daylight. "Sorry. Things ain't gone as planned."

Now that you saw him in the light, he looked terrible. His skin was sallow and lifeless, he had big bags under his eyes, his lips were chapped.

"What in the world happened to you, Arthur?" You chided. "Have you slept at all? Drank anything other 'an whisky?"

Arthur rolled his eyes. "Ahh don't worry about me. I'm fine."

"You don't look fine. You're coming with me." You took him by the hand and led him to your horse. "Now come on."

The ride was quick to Bastille Saloon. Tossing the bartender a couple of dollars, you led Arthur to the baths. "You get in there and get cleaned up. I'll go get the room ready. Meet me up there when you're done."

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Arthur knocked on the door before opening it and peeking his head inside. You motioned for him to come in from where you were seated on the couch. He looked a lot better already without the dirt and grime caked to his face and hair, but he threw his dirty clothes back on and you weren't having that.

"Get out of those clothes, they need a good washing."

Instinctively he reached for this belt buckle to remove it but then dropped his hands. "Can't just..."

"Can't just what? You're nice and clean and those clothes are not." He looked at you with an embarrassed expression on his face. You smiled kindly at him. "You feelin' shy? Alright, cowboy, I'll turn my back so you can undress and get under the covers."

He did as you asked and you took the clothes down to the front to find someone to launder them.

You returned to find Arthur on his stomach under the covers. You sat down on the edge of the bed, taking in his peaceful face. His eyes were closed, his breathing coming out in soft puffs. You leaned forward to gently rub his back.

He surprised you by letting out a contented groan. "...Feels nice."

"Just what have you been up to, Mr. Morgan? The muscles in your back are very tense." You pressed a little harder in between his shoulder blades and you were treated to another soft groan.

You kneeled on the bed, throwing your other leg over him to straddle him. Pulling down the sheets from his upper body, you leaned down to speak quietly in his ear, "Let me take care of you a little bit."

Squeezing his shoulders with your delicate hands, your thoughts drifted to the man below you. He was constantly running himself ragged for the gang. The ledger showed proof of that, his name and donations outnumbered the others combined by at least 5 times. And yet he was so hard on himself. Didn't take credit for anything and never took a moment for himself. So you set out to change that. This was his time and you were going to let him enjoy it.

"Arthur," You murmured softly.

"Hm?" Was all you heard in response.

"You deserve this. You deserve to be treated with kindness and made to feel good."

"What're you talking about?" He scoffed but you could feel the heat rising in his body. You slid your hands lower on his back, thumbs working just above his ass.

"I'm sayin' I wanna make you feel good." You heard him let out an uneven breath. "You're sweet and kind and caring. You take care of everyone, including me."

You leaned down, tracing your hands up his back and out onto his shoulders, down his arms to his fingers, where you laced yours with his, squeezing them. You lifted back up working your hands over all of the same areas again, taking time on each muscle, rolling it between your palms.

You stood up for a moment, removing the sheet entirely. He didn't argue as you took your place atop him again, now completely bare.

Settling your hands back to his ass, you began to massage the toned muscles. "I really appreciate that y'know. I know the others do, too, but they should say it more often."

You slid further down onto his legs, dragging your hands from his butt to his thighs, softly caressing the insides of them before working the muscles. He let out a soft moan as your thumbs went higher. You could tell he was affected by the movement of your hands and you'd be lying if you said you weren't too. Just feeling Arthur's taut muscles, all that strength, beneath your fingers had you tingling and wetness starting to pool in your pants.

You continued to work at the muscles of his thighs, caressing and squeezing, pushing into them and earning grunts and groans from the man below you. You thoroughly massaged every inch of his legs to his toes.

"Roll over." You ordered as you lifted off of him enough to allow him to. He rolled onto his back without hesitation. You couldn't stop your eyes from roaming over the newly exposed skin, his toned chest and stomach all leading down to his thick, very hard cock, fluid beaded at the slit from your ministrations. You looked up at him and made eye contact, smiling, you bit at your lip.

You resumed your position, leaning down to rub at the hard muscles of his chest, his cock trapped between your bodies. You could feel it twitch from the pressure of your stomach.

You looked up realizing you were face to face finally. "Hello there." You smiled fondly.

"'ello." He replied before kissing you hard on the mouth, pulling your body flush against his as he slipped his tongue into your mouth, kissing and sucking at your lips. He moved to kiss down your neck, licking and dragging his teeth across your skin, as his fingers worked at the buttons on your shirt.

"Why in the hell are you wearing so many clothes." He let out a frustrated growl, his fingers clumsily still trying to undo the buttons of your shirt.

"Let me help." You laughed as you sat back on your heels removing your shirt for him. You watched his face as your breasts were revealed to him, a look of lust and hunger in his eyes. You stood to remove your pants, shimmying out of them before jumping back onto the bed.

Arthur immediately threw you down, pressing you into the bed as he dipped down to lick and suck on one of your nipples. You moaned unabashed but pushed him back. "I'm s'posed to be makin' you feel good."

"This makes me feel plenty good, trust me." Arthur replied with a smirk, his thumb ghosted over the now hardened peak. You moaned again.

He slipped his fingers between your thighs, running them along your wet slit. He looked up at you, realizing just how affected you were by him. You felt your face flush with heat as you gave him a shy smile.

Arthur pinned your wrists down, claiming your mouth again as he positioned himself against you. He rubbed his cock against your entrance, coating himself in your wetness before slowly pushing into you. The stretch was so good, he felt perfect in you. He moaned as he thrust gently into your cunt.

"God, Arthur." Is all you can get out between gasps and moans. His pace picked up a little as you continued to moan beneath him. Suddenly he rolled onto his back, pulling you up with him so quickly he stayed inside you.

You leaned down against him, fucking yourself on him as he held your thighs and thrust up into you. You buried your face in the crook of his neck, feeling the tension coil tighter inside you. "A-Arthur, I'm so close.." You whispered against his skin.

"Fuck." He groaned. "I am too, sweetheart." Hearing him call you sweetheart was all you needed, a few more good thrusts, and your walls contracted around him as you moaned his name.

Arthur rolled you back over as you recovered from your orgasm. Fucking into you with everything he had, his thrusts became shaky quickly. He let out a long groan as he came, twitching as he spilled himself deep inside you. He collapsed on you, careful not to put his full weight. As his breathing slowly returned to normal and his cock began to soften, he pulled out and laid down next to you.

"Jesus." He mumbled, turning his head to look at you.

"Now..." You grabbed his hand in yours, softly caressing his palm. "Why don't you get some rest and feel better."

"I can rest but I don't imagine I'll be feelin' much better than I do right now, sweetheart." There was that word again, you couldn't help the smile that spread onto your face. Arthur Morgan, sweet as can be and all yours.

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Stay

Ch 18

Another week past before Sinead saw Severus again. He owled one afternoon to say he was free for dinner. Sinead offered to cook and he arrived close to 5. Bill had just finished moving out of the flat the day before. During dinner Sinead explained that she was in contact with a wizard real estate agent and was tracking down places for her to look at. She was also meeting with the owner of the Apothecary in Hogsmeade to see about carrying her products. Sinead's father had suggested that it would be better for her to open up her own shop and look for a place that she could work out of. Severus agreed with that idea but Sinead didn't want to be tied to a shop even if she would soon have someone working with her.

The next Order meeting happened the day after Trent and Sophia arrived in London, it had been 5 days since Severus had been at the flat for dinner. Sinead had been asked by Dumbledore to bring the couple to the meeting if they weren't too tired from traveling. Sophia seemed a bit tried but Trent wanted to jump right in. Sinead arrived at the meeting early with the couple hoping to introduce them around. Tonks was already there looking a bit glum.

"We need to have a girls night." Sophia said as the small group waited for more members to arrive.

"Yes, Tonks you should come too. We can have a girls night at my flat since Bill's all moved out."

"Perfect." Sophia said with a grin. "It'll be lots of fun. Sinead used to set girls nights up all the time back in Salem, she even used to set up weekend trips away." Sophia said as Tonks perked up.

"I need to chat with you about-" Sinead was cut off by Bill greeting Trent as Sophia smirked.

"I can't wait to meet the guy." She whispered as Tonks eyes widened. Sinead motioned for the two women to follow her back out to the hallway and up to the first landing where Sinead cast a spell that would keep their conversation private.

"Sophia, shh you can't go blabbing not everyone knows."

"Your seeing someone?" Tonks asked with a slight frown.

"Well, yes. I am seeing someone. I wanted to tell you who it was before I went to Boston but I didn't have time." Sophia was pacing a 

bit.

"Hurry up, I want to see him." She said.

"It's Severus." Tonks nearly fell down the stairs from shock.

"No way, I can't believe it!" She yelled causing the painting of Sirius's mom to yell.

"Look what you did." Sinead said pulling the curtains back over the picture and the yelling became muffled.

"That is a surprise. Wow." Tonks said as Sophia frowned.

"Come on, I want to see him."

"Oh Sophia, stop. Both of you can't mention it to anyone. Bill knows and Albus knows but that's it."

"So what are girls nights?" Tonks asked as the women started back down the stairs.

"Usually we go out but I think a movie and some junk food might be a good first one."

"Yes, and we can chat about-" Sinead elbowed Sophia as two men hurried down the hall.

"That was him, the dark haired one." Tonks whispered loudly. Sinead gave both of them death stares as they walked into the kitchen. Bill smirked at Sinead who was being pushed in the direction of Severus who was leaning against the wall in the corner.

"Albus, this is Sophia." Sinead said as the older wizard smiled.

"Glad to have you here with us. I assume that blonde haired man is your 

husband."

"Yes, that's Trent."

"Excellent." 

Albus motioned for quiet as he started to meeting. He quickly introduced the two new members and went over the new developments. Severus gave a quick update on what was going on with the Death Eaters then Kingsley talked about what was going on in the Auror office. The meeting was quick and before long everyone was leaving.

"I can walk Trent and Sophia back to their hotel." Bill said giving Sinead a wink.

"Fine, I'll see you two tomorrow."

"Sure, see you." Sophia said giving her a wave.

"Tonks, I'll send you an owl with the information." The purple haired witch nodded with a grin as Sinead started outside. Severus was standing there obviously waiting for her.

"Your friends look happy to be here." He said as they walked towards her flat. "Things at Hogwarts are getting very tense. Dolores Umbridge has sacked Sybil Trelawney."

"She taught Divination right?" Severus gave a small nod.

"Albus is allowing her to live in in the castle. He hired a centaur named Firenze to teach her classes which only enraged the woman even more. I doubt I'll be able to leave the castle for more then an hour or two without her noticing, she has already noticed I have been missing when I was called to meeting with him." Sinead frowned a bit.

"So I won't be seeing you besides Order meetings?"

"Most likely." He mumbled.

"Can you come up for a bit?"

"I think I can do that."

When they arrived at Sinead's building she pressed the button for the elevator and a few moments later they were in her apartment. Sinead tossed her coat on a chair and kicked off her shoes and motioned for Severus to follow her. He paused and she stepped back taking one of his hands and leading him back to the bedroom. Sinead sat cross legged on her bed and patted a spot next to her. Severus looked around quickly at the room. There were a few pictures on the walls and everything was neat and tidy. Tired of waiting for him Sinead stood up and unbuttoned his traveling cloak.

"We can go back to the living room but I just thought my bed was more comfy to sit on." She said as he shook his head slowly.

Sinead took his hand again and led him over to the bed. Sinead scooted back so her back was against the wall and Severus followed her lead kicking off his boots. The pair fell silent and Sinead bit her lip contemplating seriously what both of her best friends said about the man sitting next to her, Danny had told Maggie that he thought Severus was a virgin and Maggie had mentioned it when the girls had their nightly chat the night before. Sinead wasn't as experienced with men as Maggie but she had two sexual partners in the past and was contemplating what to do without pushing Severus away.

"I-maybe I should go." He said after a few minutes of silence breaking Sinead's train of thoughts. She grasped his hand and he stopped.

"Don't, please stay just for a little while." She said softly. 

Severus knew that Dolores Umbridge would no doubt realize his absence but he couldn't leave, not after the pleading look Sinead was giving him.

Sinead decided to just go for it and leaned forward pressing her lips against Severus's catching him off guard. It took him a few seconds to respond with the pair ending up in an awkward laying position. Sinead was half on top of Severus and she knew it must be uncomfortable so she kneeled up and moved so she was laying on the bed and Severus moved into a similar position. Sinead was surprised when Severus resumed the kiss and she moaned softly into his mouth. They continued kissing and Sinead took Severus's hands and placed them on her hips breaking the kiss.

"Touch me." She whispered as her hands rested on his chest. When Severus hesitated Sinead sat up a bit and pulled off her sweater leaving a black bra. Severus's eyes were glued to her chest and Sinead took both of his hands and placed them there.

"Your beautiful." He said softly as Sinead bit her lip. 

Severus moved his hands around a bit before putting his hands inside the cups. Sinead unhooked the bra and quickly removed it and pulled Severus down for a passionate kiss. She knew that time was ending and pushed Severus back a bit.

"Can I?" She said resting her hands on his belt. Severus managed a nod. Sinead unhooked his belt and slid down the fly Severus let out a groan as she grasped his manhood. As much as she wanted to do otherwise Sinead kept her hand in his pants. She leaned down and kissed him as her hand pumped him. Severus let out a load groan as Sinead's hand moved faster and a few seconds later he came all over her hand. He turned a light shade of red.

"I'm sorry. I-"

"Don't apologize. This is completely natural and hopefully next time we can..." She trailed off and gave him a quick kiss than removed her hand. Sinead used a quick spell to clean her hand as Severus laid back regaining his composure. She had just started to stand and get a shirt when he pulled her back and kissed her.

"I look forward to next time." He said with a smile as Sinead nodded with a grin.

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Ring Around a Rosy: Part Five

~ Requested (Arranged marriage/best friends AU - Kim Seokjin) 1 2 3 4 5

Your jacket flaps blew apart as you ambled down the shop-lined street. The air was definitely warmer than it had been for the last few weeks, indicating that summer was on the way. You gazed up at the sky, mind faraway. Another five weeks had vanished since your phone call with Jin, and you were finding it hard to be patient with his silence. You had been thinking; if he didn’t come home, you might go and stay with your mum for the summer. You had been actively avoiding her for years. But with this situation, with this inner peace that came with all forgiveness, you felt ready to face and love her again. Even if Jin never decided to return to you, even if you never resumed being friends - you thought that you were better off for having made peace with yourself and your past. But that didn’t mean it didn’t hurt. A vibration from inside your pocket interrupted your thoughts and caused you to reach inside and pull your phone out. Coffee? I’m in town to do some bits and pieces and just drove past you. Kerry    11:11am Instinctively you glanced around yourself. Not seeing anyone, you resumed attention back on your phone to type out a response. Sounds great :). Where shall I meet you? You     11:12am Continuing to walk, you half-heartedly gazed inside shops. There were sales everywhere as the seasons were shifting, and you may have been tempted to spend if it weren’t from your complete lack of desire to have to make space at home for new additions. Your phone vibrated in your phone again. Mother Rose Cafe, in a half hour? I’m in the bank waiting for an appointment. Kerry     11:16am No problem. See you soon. You     11:16am It felt strange having friends again. Well, it wasn’t that you had stopped, but ever since marriage, it had depleted a little. You supposed that was from pure fear of the whole marriage thing being brought up. How stupid, you scoffed at yourself. Just about to turn into one of the commercial bookstores, your attention was caught instead by a store filled with whites and florals. A bridal shop. You had never had an interest in these kind of stores since the time you were a child, but now, for the first time you felt as if you actually wanted to enter. Taking a shaky breath, you stepped inside. You gazed around its interior slowly and deliberately. There were beautiful flowing white gowns displayed everywhere, and a shelf of tiaras and jewellery. Another display held flower decorations and glass cake platters. A notice beside the flowery counter suggested several different bands and photographers for on the day. Your attention returned to the dresses; fingers lightly touching the silky fabric of one as you realised all that you had missed out on. “Hello, can I help you?” One of the shop assistants peered around behind the dress with a small smile. You flushed. “Actually I’m just... “ your voice drifted off, and you stared unseeingly at the confused lady in front of you. Your heart was slowing in throbs of disappointment. “I’m married.” You laughed awkwardly as you held up your ring finger. She seemed more curious by your presence now. “I just - never got a real wedding, and wondered what it would have been like.” “Oh.” She stood still for a moment as she pondered over what she could do with that. “Well, what would you have done?” Realising eventually that she meant for you to pick things you would have used, a small smile of surprise and embarrassment lit your face. “No, it’s okay. I don’t want to trouble you.” “Go ahead,” her arms waved around the room. “We don’t have any expected customers today and no one else is here.” You were hesitant. It felt silly to play on what could have been, but then it did feel extremely tempting. After all, you would never get another chance to do this. Your fingers reached for the fabric of the dress again, but you started to see things as a bride might, and you realised the tackiness of the design. Moving to the next, you found its cut nice but didn’t think it would suit you or your body shape. “Do you want to try any on?” “Try them on? Oh no! No, it’s really fine,” you shook your head. Ignoring your comment, the assistant went towards a different dress and took it off of its manakin, holding it up. “I think this one would look really good on you.” More embarrassed than ever, you nodded in thanks but continued to look around. “Go try it on!” Your eyes darted across to hers. “Everyone deserves to feel like a princess sometimes.” Blushing and then smiling at her, you held your hand out for the dress and went to the back where the changing rooms were. Your breath caught as you did the buttons up the side and then looked at yourself in the mirror. The reflection was shocking. You did look like a princess; one who didn’t feel like one inside. How fun it would have been to walk down the aisle in something like this. “What does it look like?” Bracing yourself, you stepped out from behind the curtain for the assistant to catch a glimpse. She clapped her hands in glee. “Yes!! That is pretty!! Here, this one would look lovely too. And this!” She threw several more at you and you hopped back behind the curtain, soon taking up the role of a real bride. “No, I couldn’t wear this. I’d trip over all the frills during the dance!!” “I feel like a pumpkin with this much poof.” “My boobs aren’t big enough to hold this up.” You were about seven dresses in when she handed you another. It was a slight off-white, with three quarter length lace sleeves that sat just on the curve of the shoulder. Its ivory bodice dipped ever so slightly, and tightened down into a slim waist and a light skirt which kept close to your legs while still allowing you freedom of movement. You stared at yourself in the mirror, imagining your hair in an elegant updo. Yes, this would have been exactly what Seokjin would have wanted you to wear. Yourself, you weren’t sure it was your favourite, and that was probably something that you would have playfully argued over. Your heart pricked with pain, and you watched the tears begin to roll down on your reflection’s face. The perfect image of an abandoned bride. It was then that you realised you could have happily married Jin. It had simply been your fear that had held you back from being his wife, and your refusal to overcome that. You had robbed Jin of the love which he deserved for this long. Your heartache pressed in more firmly and you crumpled to the floor in full on sobs. “Are you okay?” The lady’s voice asked outside the door, about the same time your phone beeped most likely with Kerry’s question of where you were. “I’m -” you couldn’t finish. The enormity of your mistake plagued you as you rocked back and forth in sharp wails. “Jin. Oh, Jin!!!!” You didn’t know how long you sat on the floor of the dressing room weeping, but it was nothing compared with the years you had spent lying to yourself and most of all - your husband. ------------------------------- You are invited to the wedding of Y/N and Kim Seokjin on the 4th of June, 2017 at 11am, at the rose gardens. Lunch to follow!!

Seokjin stared at the invitation in shock. He had gone through a multiple of different emotions while opening the envelope addressed by you, but he had never once expected to find his own wedding invitation inside. It didn’t make sense. Was it real? Were you mocking him? Sinking into his father’s old armchair, he rubbed a hand over his tired face and then placed it on the side of his head as he stared at the words. What to do next? The sound of the kitchen clock seemed to amplify as he ticked over all of the possibilities in his mind. It had almost been three months since he had left. Three months. He missed you terribly; even more so for what you and him could have been. Watching his parents interact, he felt cheated of the life he wished to lead. And yet you as his best friend… Seokjin leant forward and rested his elbows on his knees. You were the best thing to ever happen to him. Period. Maybe he was simply supposed to be grateful for that. Hell, he should be grateful for that. He was grateful for that. But it was so damn hard to resist being proud of the fact that you were his wife when he was hopelessly in love with you; had been from the beginning. Sitting in the silence for a countless number of ticks on the clock, Seokjin eventually stood up, invitation in hand, and ascended the staircase to his room. He would pack his things, write his absent parents a note, and then go and find out the fate of your relationship once and for all. ---------------------------------- It was crazy what you could achieve when you actually put your mind to something. Used to having Seokjin doing most of the unwanted tasks, it had been tiring fitting them all on top of your daily work life. But somehow you had found a way to make them pleasant. That was, imagining the look on Jin’s face when he saw it already done. Yes. You worked with a vengeance in the strong faith that he would come. Admiringly, you took your cookies out of the oven and rested them on top to allow them to cool. It was a heavenly smell, unlike the fifty other attempts. Filling your nostrils with the glorious success, you set to immediately cleaning the kitchen before it became twice as difficult to clean. You were almost so absorbed in the task that you didn’t hear the knock. Nevertheless, you dried your hands and turned off the music blaring from your phone - making some attempt at tidying your ‘housewife’ appearance. “Jin,” you announced startled as you stumbled back from the door. Even in all your expectancy, it was still difficult to comprehend that he was actually here. His dark almond eyes stared at you for a few seconds. Then he lifted the invitation up into your view. “What is this?” You lowered your gaze, embarrassed to be confronted with it. The truth was, you didn’t know how to explain. The invitation was simply a result of your high desire that it were real. “I don’t know,” you murmured. He regarded you silently a few moments longer. “Did you write it?” You nodded, cursing the unkempt strands of hair that fell into your eyes as a consequence. His throat made a sound as he swallowed. “Why?” The crack in his voice heightened your urge to pull him in for a hug. To cry in his grasp, apologise, and solemnly promise to be the wife he always wanted. Instead, you looked back into his breaking face. “Because. I imagine that it’s true. I imagine that - we were back in high school, and instead of going with that loser Matthew to the dance, I went with you. And that it was you who gave me my first kiss back as a sophomore struggling under stress. And that we graduated, knowing that we were going to be with each other forever. The person we love the most. And that this here,” you gestured at the card, “was only the beginning to a life of pure devotion.” A tear slipped down your cheek, almost in time with his. You sucked in your lips as more fell. “I’m so sorry, Jin. I’m so -” a sob broke out from your inner core. He shook his head at you, both of you scared to move for the fear that all of your emotion would spill. “No,” he whispered, and you knew you were forgiven. Shuddering in silent cries, you felt so unworthy of his love. “I should have been what you deserved, no matter how scared it made me feel. I should have… You gave me everything, and I only gave you what made me feel safe.” He reached out, gripping your forearms in a firm grasp. Your eyes met. “Did you say you love me?” You froze in place, scared of the outcomes of whatever you answered. Your lips parted with a response. Instead, you nodded. His lips felt strange against your own; as unnatural as the wedding ring had for all of those months. But that now felt like a part of you, and so you knew Jin's kisses would gradually light up your soul as much as you had seen at your parents' wedding all of those years ago. The stresses and anxiety broke off your back and tumbled onto the worn carpet. Jin separated, eyes beholding a hint of disappointment and uncomfortable tension. Your own shoulders remained tense.  "It wasn't horrific," you commented. "Not bad for a first time, anyway." He visibly relaxed; his teeth showing in an impish smile as he looked at you and fully registered you as his wife. You knew what was going through his mind, and felt a bit embarrassed by the soppy, emotional moment. Get used to it, you informed yourself, and giggled despite yourself. Then you burst out into full laughter. Turned out the six year old romantic inside of you still existed. Feeling both disgusted and excited by this thought, you grabbed Seokjin's arm and dragged him into the lounge to sit together on the sofa. The TV switched on and you grinned at each other with knowing glances. For once as the romantic movie began, you started to wonder at how many of the clichés you had dissed actually came true. A flurry of butterflies started in your stomach as you began to envision your married life. --------------------------- Here it is guys, a belated conclusion to the story. I hope it fulfilled all of your hopes, and squee needs!! Now that I have finally, finally finished all of my old requests, I shall continue with the story Blink, and any new requests that may come my way!! Once again, apologies to the person who requested it!! I never intended to stretch it out this long... Have the most incredible week!! - Dolceice

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Have a first time scenario for Tanaka and a female s/o (who is tough and a little bad at expressing emotions and also not a native Japanese speaker and totally not actually my OC) because honestly Tanaka is so underappreciated and I utterly adore him. 

-Admin Alyx

You really had meant to just watch a movie. Honestly.

You’d both had hard practices the day before, so instead of the date you had planned you decided to go back to your apartment and put a movie on. Now, though, you were sitting astride Tanaka’s lap, movie playing completely forgotten on the TV behind you.

“Can I?” you asked, fingers curling under the hem of his shirt. Tanaka tried to speak but his voice stuck in his throat, so he just nodded helplessly and raised his arms as you stripped him. He stared at you, taking in the way your mouth fell open slightly, the feeling of your fingers against his skin.

“God, Ryuu, you’re so gorgeous,” you said, and an undignified whine escaped his throat as you pressed your hands against his chest, your body shifting against his. His mouth fell open, fingers gripping tightly at your hips, just above the waist of your jeans. It was--oh gods, it was too much.

Your fingers slid down his chest and then went to the hem of your own shirt. Tanaka swallowed thickly as you pulled it off in one fluid movement, tossing it onto the floor to join his. His mouth fell open as he took in what had to be the most perfect pair of tits ever to exist, offset by a simple but sexy as hell bra--black and strappy and ever so slightly sheer in strategic places.

He was snapped out of his blatant staring by a soft touch on his arm. Your fingers traced a feather-light path along his skin as you leaned in to kiss him. Your hand grabbed his and pulled it up, leading his fingers towards the clasp of your bra. Tanaka took a moment to be thankful for Noya and that bra he’d somehow managed to procure so they could practice this, because he was able to pinch the clasp free in seconds.

He was almost sad to see the bra go--almost. It was sexy, but nothing compared to the sight that he was presented with once it was tossed aside. He was pretty sure his brain short-circuited for a minute once it registered the tiny metal barbells through each nipple.

“Holy fuck,” he said, and you laughed softly. “Can--can I?”

“Please.”

He felt dazed as he lifted his hand, curving it around your breast and letting his thumb flick over the barbell. You shuddered at the touch, a tiny, breathy gasp escaping you.

“That’s good?” he asked, making sure he was reading your reactions right.

“So good. Do it--”

He beat you to it, passing his thumb over it again and then working your nipple between his finger and thumb. You moaned low, slowly grinding your hips against his. A broken groan worked its way up his throat at the friction. His free hand pulled you closer, sliding from the small of your back down to your ass.

“Other side,” you gasped as he continued toying with the one piercing. “Your mouth.”

As soon as he pieced together your meaning, he all but lunged forward, pulling the nub into his mouth and flicking at the barbell with his tongue. He could feel your gasp more than he heard it, and he swirled his tongue over it again. You gasped, grinding yourself down against him. He pulled you close, chasing the friction as he groaned against your skin. The vibrations really worked for you; you let out a breathy yes and rocked your hips again. Ryuu let his forehead fall against your chest, struggling to keep his cool.

“Fuck,” he said, his heart racing in his chest. You gently pushed up against his chin, and as soon as he lifted his head you were on him, immediately licking into his mouth, your tongue sliding hot against his as you resumed the slow rhythm of your hips. “Shit,” he gasped, willing himself not to come in his pants. It was already painfully obvious how much more experienced you were; he would settle for not making a complete fool of himself.

You were making that very difficult, though. He was already so hard he couldn’t think straight. Fuck, he was close already--but then you pulled away. He let out a tiny noise that was most definitely not a whine. Then he actually looked, though, and realized that you had risen to your feet and were popping free the button of your jeans. You slid the zipper down and then peeled the jeans off, leaving you in nothing but the tiny bit of black fabric that was your underwear.

Shit. This was really… you were actually going to… What if he did make a complete fool of himself? What was he doing with a girl like you anyway? He had no idea what he was doing, and holy hell you were gorgeous. He was pretty sure you could crush his skull between your thighs and he would die a happy death. How was he supposed to keep his cool when you looked like that?

“Hey,” you said softly, gently touching his face. “If you don’t… We don’t have to do anything you don’t want to do, you know that, right?”

“No. No, I--me not wanting this is very definitely not the problem,” he said with a weak laugh.

You smiled. “Maybe… a little slower, then?”

He nodded, and you settled back in his lap, letting your weight fall onto his legs instead of directly over the almost painful tent in his pants. He seized your face in both of his hands and pulled you into a hungry kiss, burying his fingers in your hair. You were still holding yourself at a bit of a distance, though, so he slid his hands down your back and tugged you forward until you were flush against him.

“I changed my mind. We can go slow next time. I’m about to fucking lose it.”

“God, please,” you said as his fingers slid tentatively beneath the waistband of your underwear. Your hands went for his pants, unbuttoning and unzipping them much more quickly than he would have managed. “You’re sure?” you asked, meeting his eyes as your fingers hooked under his pants and boxers both.

“Yes,” he said, his head falling back against the cushions as you stripped him, freeing him finally from the borderline painful confines of his pants. You stood long enough to take your own underwear off the rest of the way before climbing back into his lap.

He was pretty sure he needed someone to pinch him, because you were naked. You were naked and you were the most beautiful thing he’d ever seen and you were in his lap. You grabbed your jacket off the back of the sofa, rifling through the pockets and then pulling out a small foil packet.

“Shit, I should’ve--”

“Shh,” you said, “it’s okay. I always like to be prepared.”

You opened the packet and then scooted back, resting one hand on his hip as you rolled the condom on. Tanaka shuddered violently at the touch, eyes involuntarily falling shut as he bit his lip. Fuck, he was nearly falling apart just from you touching him long enough to put the damn condom on, there was no way he was going to last long.

You repositioned yourself in his lap, shifting forward on your knees until your body was flush with his. You hovered just slightly above him, but he could feel the heat of you. He swallowed thickly, staring at you as you brushed your fingers over his face, pressing an incongruously soft kiss to his cheek. Your hand slipped between you, gently guiding him towards your entrance. You tilted his head up, catching his eyes as you hesitated, the tip of his cock close enough to feel the heat emanating from you.

“Please, ______,” he whispered. “I need you.”

A breathy whine escaped you as you sank down onto him, but it was quickly swallowed by the groan that ripped its way out of his throat. Fuck, it was… you were just… fuck. You rested your forehead against his, one hand wrapped around his neck, thumb rubbing gentle circles behind his ear. Ryuu was pretty sure he was about to literally combust. You were so hot, so tight--

“I’m gonna move now. You good?”

“Oh gods, please,” he all but sobbed. You lifted your hips and then ground back down, and Ryuu saw stars. His entire vocabulary dissolved in his brain, nothing left but broken whispers of your name and please as you set a slow but relentless rhythm. Your nails dug into the back of his neck as your grip tightened, and the slight sting of pain grounded him. He opened his eyes--he hadn’t even realized he had closed them--and found himself staring straight into yours.

“Fuck,” he said, his fingers tightening around your hips as if he could pull you even closer. “I love you. Gods, ______. I love you, I love you, I love you.”

“Ryuunosuke,” you gasped, and he completely lost it, choking on a broken moan as he came so hard his vision blurred white for a second. When he came to, you had slipped off of him, but were still sitting in his lap, gently running your fingers over his buzzed hair. He reached down to slide the condom off, and bless you, you already had the trash can at hand to dispose of it, so he didn’t have to move.

“Holy fuck,” he said, as he slowly regained his breath, his eyes finally agreeing to focus on your face. There was a hint of a smile there, your eyes warm as you looked at him. Your cheeks were still flushed, your hair mussed, but… “Wait. Did you…?”

You hesitated for a moment before you shook your head, and there was a horrible sinking feeling in his stomach. Why did you look so happy? He hadn’t even managed to--

“Hey,” you said sternly, laying a hand over his cheek. “Quit that. No, I didn’t come. This time. Doesn’t mean I didn’t love every second. God, Ryuu, you’re…” you trailed off, a gentle shudder running down your spine. “Besides, that’s why we have next time… and the time after that, and the time after that, and the time after that…” You gave him a suggestive smirk, and even this soon after his last orgasm he could feel the faint stirrings of arousal.

He swallowed thickly, trying to find his voice. When he did manage actual words they were lower, more gravelly than his usual register. “But I…” he stammered, looking down to dodge your gaze. This just put him face to face with your chest, though--which in this case only served to strengthen his resolve. “I want to see…” he said, tracing his hand down from your chest, across your stomach--you twitched strangely at that touch, and he bit his lip to keep from smiling as he logged that information away for later--and down even further, until his fingers met the thick hair between your legs. “Can I?”

You trembled, your cool facade gone now as you nodded mutely. You ducked forward to kiss him. “Please,” you murmured against his lips. You slid a hand between your legs, your fingers guiding his as they slipped between your folds. “Right there,” you said, pushing his thumb across your clit as he slid two fingers inside you. He pumped his fingers in and out a few times, studying your reactions carefully. “Like this,” you added, gesturing with your fingers. Copying your motion, he curled his fingers, pressing his thumb over your clit at the same time. You gasped, your eyes fluttering closed.

“Like that?” he asked, his voice thick as he repeated the motion.

“Yes--fuck,” you said, slipping into english. “Fuck, Ryuu. Yes, right there.” Your hips canted forward, grinding into his hand. He took you falling into your native language as a good sign. Your forehead fell against his as you all but rode his hand. He kept up the rhythm with his fingers, teasing your clit relentlessly with his thumb. Your breathing grew heavy, your thighs clenching around his. He wrapped his free hand around the back of your neck, pulling you into a messy open-mouthed kiss.

“You’re so fucking gorgeous,” he murmured against your lips. “How the fuck did I get so lucky?”

“Stole my… my… words,” you said with a breathy gasp, frowning in a way that told Ryuu that wasn’t quite what you wanted to say but you couldn’t come up with the words in Japanese.

“Your line?” he offered.

“Yes! That one--ahh, Ryuu... Ryuunosuke,” you gasped, drawing out his name.

“Fuck. Say it again,” he said, drawing your earlobe between his teeth before trailing his mouth down your neck.

“Ryuunosuke,” you said as you rolled your hips more fervently, fucking yourself on his fingers. “Right there, ah, fuck. Nngh, yes.” Your breath was coming in quick gasps, and then the sharp pain of your nails digging into the back of his neck was his only warning before you were clenching around his fingers, coming with another broken gasp of his name. You slumped against him, letting your forehead fall against his shoulder as he drew his fingers out.

“Fucking hell,” you said eventually. “Have I mentioned you have great hands? Because… yeah.”

“I dunno, I think you might be biased right now.”

“Have you seen you spike a volleyball? It’s… very good.”

He chuckled, running the fingers of his clean hand through your hair.

“Let’s… bed. More comfortable,” you said, but made no effort to get up.

“Do I need to carry you?” he asked.

“It’s possible.”

He ended up only half-carrying you, and you both collapsed onto your bed, not bothering with clothes as you pulled the blankets over you. You curled yourself around him immediately, resting your head in the crook of his shoulder. His fingers found your hair again, absentmindedly running through the soft strands, nails scratching gently over your scalp.

“Wait,” Ryuu blurted out suddenly, his eyes going wide and his hand freezing in your hair. “I--I said I love you. While we were--”

“Yeah?” you said, no inflection in your voice to give anything away.

“Shit, I didn’t--”

“It’s okay,” you said. “Heat of the moment, and all. We all say things we don’t necessarily--”

“No!” Ryuu said, a little too loudly. “I do mean it! I mean, I know we haven’t been together all that long and that’s so not how I meant to say it but I--”

“It’s okay, Ryuu. Really, you don’t have to--”

“I do, though! Because… I do. Love you, I mean. I don’t want you to think I just blurted it out in the middle of sex. I’ve been… thinking it for a while. I know I might be coming on too strong but you’re kind of amazing and I just… yeah. I love you, _______.”

You were silent long enough for him to start panicking, thinking he’d fucked up and scared your off--honestly, part of him had just been waiting for it, what was someone like you doing with him in the first place--but then a tiny noise somewhere in between a squeak and a sob escaped you and you launched yourself forward, burying your face in his neck and holding him so tightly he almost had trouble breathing. That was… that was probably a good thing, right?

“You perfect idiot,” you mumbled against his neck. “What the fuck did I do to deserve you?”

“Beats me,” he said, weaving his fingers into your hair. “I’ve been asking myself the same question.”

“What a pair we make, then,” you said as you finally lifted your head, looking at him with eyes that shone faintly with unshed tears. “I…” you turned away, your cheeks flaming red as you squeezed your eyes shut. “I’m no good at this shit, but I… I love you too, Ryuu.” You said it quickly, like you were ripping off a bandaid.

He raised his hand slowly to your brightly flushed cheek, turning your head to get you to look at him. You slowly opened your eyes, giving him a shy smile that seemed out of place on his tough girlfriend’s face. Girlfriend. It still felt unreal.

“You’re so cute,” he blurted out without really meaning to.

“Oh fuck off,” you said, shoving his face into the pillow, but he could feel you shaking slightly with laughter, and he couldn’t keep the smile off his own face. You sat up and he took his chance, deftly flipping you so you were pressed against the pillows and he could lower his body over yours.

“Y’know, I seem to remember you saying something about next time,” he said, mouthing at your neck just at the base of your jaw.

“I did, didn’t I?” you said, your voice just a bit breathy.

“Mhmm. No way I’m gonna be so selfish this time, though. I’m making sure you go first.”

You laughed. “It’s not a challenge, Ryuu.”

“Isn’t it?” he said, smirking at you.

“Well, if you insist,” you said. He grinned, ducking down to kiss you thoroughly. Shit, but he didn’t think he’d ever get enough of kissing you. You bit his lower lip, tugging it with your teeth and he shuddered, pulling free and staring at your lust-blown eyes as he struggled to regain his breath.

“I’ve never…” he started uncertainly, a frown tugging his eyebrows together as he let his embarrassment over his inexperience rear up again.

You grabbed him by his chin, tilting it up to look into his eyes. “Ryuu, it’s okay. Anything you want to try, I’ll help you through it, yeah? Anyways, practice makes perfect, right? And I am more than willing to be practiced upon,” you said with a waggle of your eyebrows. He laughed, embarrassment forgotten as he let his head fall against your chest.

“Well, if you look at it that way,” he said, lifting his head to look up at you.

You grinned. “So, what’ll our lesson be today, hm?”

Ryuu smirked, lifting himself up on his arms so he could crawl backwards down the bed.

“Oh. Oh,” you said, that gorgeous flush rising to your cheeks again as he settled himself between your legs.

“Shall we begin, sensei?”

[snippychicke]

Of Monsters & Men--Six

I didn’t die. We’re going to a new charting program and since I’m on the most computer-proficient person on the ‘off’ hours (aka, when management is gone) I’m deemed the superuser for the PM/Noc shift of a 200 bed, four-unit facility. THE ONLY PERSON. I have my House RN asking me for help along with other nurses and aides. It’s insane. 

@idesinfection, @crowleys-poppet-queen-of-asgard @aislinsekhem

Title: Of Monsters and Men

Rating:  Not quite innocent (T)

Chapter: Six

You felt incredibly self-conscious as you pulled your longcoat a little tighter around your body when Graves opened the door and gave you long look. It was bad enough walking around New York all dressed up, especially with the hem of your dress actually shorter than your coat. But facing Percival  with that expression on his face...well, your face was feeling extremely warm while your heart fluttered nervously. “Ehehe, hi.”

“Date night?” he asked rather politely after a moment, and you were fairly sure you imagined the flash of...something on his face, and if there had been something, it was gone before you could even guess what it could be.

“What? Oh, no. No no no.” You hesitated before undoing the buttons of the coat, revealing the slinky knee-length dress that almost glittered in the light. “I, uh, I got the part time gig at the 90th ave. club. Back up singer with some waitressing,” you admitted, “Nahuel caught me on the way there.”

The cat, which had been watching you two with a glint in his eye, sniffed slightly before he brushed past Graves, completely unnoticed. His master shifted slightly, leaning against the doorpost as he relaxed with a slight smile on his face, which did absolutely nothing good for your blush, or your heart for that matter. It should be completely illegal for someone to look that good, you thought. Slicked back hair, pressed white shirt that was slightly unbuttoned and sleeves pushed up past the elbows, and black slacks that showcased his long legs.

“Well, you look beautiful.” He said after a brief moment, making your eyes jump back up to his, noticing that wicked little smirk on his lips at catching you. You had to glance away, embarrassed at being caught.

But, to be fair, he had ogled you first.

Oh gosh.

“I, ah, th-thank you.” You stuttered after a second. “You too....! I-I mean, uh, um, well shit.”

There was a warm, rich laughter that filled the hallway and made your stomach flutter. You had heard him chuckle before, but not a full laugh like that. Your mind blanked for a moment as you stared again, transfixed by how much his face changed with a wide smile on it. “Would you like an escort, my lady?” he asked after a moment, warm smile still on his lips.

“I, uh, I can handle it,” you stuttered out, “You don’t need to keep inconveniencing yourself  on my behalf, Mr. Graves. Not-not that I mind! I really do enjoy your company, I really do. I just really  hate to be a nuisance when you’ve been nothing but kind to me…” you trailed off weakly as he pushed off the doorpost and stalked towards you, reminding you rather of an oversized cat. Dangerous but beautiful. And for the second time you were backed up against the wall, with Percival Graves far too close for comfort.

Not that you minded this time. Not at all. Especially with that light in his dark eye. A new, far more pleasant knot formed in the pit of your stomach as you bumped into the wall, thankful it would at least keep on your feet as your knees decided to become jelly.

“M-Mr. Graves….”

“Percival.”

“Percival,” you corrected yourself a little ashamed over how breathless you sounded. How breathless you felt.

“Now, miss,” he continued, your name rolling languidly off his tongue, “I asked if you wanted company. I wouldn’t have offered if I didn’t want to.”

“W-well, if you--if you want....”

“Do you want me too?” he interrupted huskily. By now, he was closer than when he interrogated  you over Credence. His arm braced on either side of you, his nose  nearly brushing yours.

Close enough to kiss.

Was he going to?

Did you want him too?

Ok, that was an obviously a stupid question. You unconsciously licked your lips, all to aware of his gaze follow your tongue as he mimicked it. You had completely forgotten his question; and had your mind worked, you would’ve guessed he had forgotten as well. His nose brushed against yours again, one hand coming up to brush your cheek tenderly. Your eyes fluttered close as his breath ghosted over your lips.

And a shrill alarm broke through the tense silence, followed by a curse from Percival. You were both stunned and lost as he withdrew, blinking rapidly as your mind tried to process what was going on. Or rather, what wasn’t.

“I’m sorry, my lady, but duty calls.” He pressed a quick kiss to your knuckles before  he disappeared back into his apartment.

What….

What just happened?

***

The next morning you woke to a warm body curled alongside yours.

A warm, furry, and purring one.

You pulled back your blanket, not that surprised to see a tawny ball of fur pressed against your stomach. A golden eye lazily opened, blinking slightly before he shifted slightly and went back to sleep.

“How in the world…” you trailed off, staring dumbfoundedly at the cat. “You need me to open doors for you, yet I’m pretty sure no one let you in here.”The only answer you got was a slight flick of his ear, making you sigh and give into the urge of scratching the fur between his ears. “You are one strange cat.”

You glanced over at the clock on your nightstand; nine in the morning, and thankfully your day off. Even better, the other girls apparently had respected your request not to be woken. Your gig at the club had lasted until one, and you had finally crawled into bed sometime after three in the morning.

It was hard to miss the off-white envelope leaning against the golden alarm clock, your name written in perfect penmanship. Nahuel barely budged as you reached for the letter and carefully opened it, pulling out a simple white card.

There’s a development that requires my attention. I’m afraid I’ll be gone for a few days. Don’t worry about Nahuel, he can take care of himself.

I look forward to seeing you again ~P.G.

You felt flush as you read and then re-read the simple note, especially as your mind recalled the husky quality to his voice as you read the last sentence. This could turn out to be much more than you anticipated. More than you could have even dared to wish for.

Your bedmate complained as you suddenly sat up, giving you a dark look as you swung your legs over the edge of the bed. It was suddenly far too warm beneath the blankets, especially the warm furnace that was Nahuel. This was unreal. When you had announced your plans to move from your small town to New York, your family and friends accused you of having a silly dream like this. Striking it rich and meeting some ritzy man and falling head-over-heels in love.

You hadn’t; you just wanted a more interesting life than a small town could offer. You figured you could meet an average Joe that was more tolerable than the uneducated boys back home, and between the two of you make a decent life. Just along as you didn’t become a boring housewife like your sisters and friends.

But here you were, in a quasi-friendship with a quickly developing romantic twinge with one hell of a handsome, if intensely mysterious, man. Who also had one very odd cat.

Speaking of which, you noticed the edge of the note had a small, semi-circular indent rather reminiscent of a cat bite. You looked back to the light bronze cat, who had claimed your pillow as the proper place to give himself a bath. “I suppose you delivered this,” you joked, though only partially. Logic dictated that it was probably one of the girls that snuck into your room and left it. Except, you were a rather light sleeper, and you would have woken to the groan and creak of the old door opening.

Nahuel paused, shooting you a look that almost looked defensive before he resumed grooming. You chuckled as you gave into the temptation of running your hand through the thick fur, which he leaned up into, and followed your hand back to your lap, demanding more. “You are a very odd cat indeed. And as much as I care for you, Mrs. Shapiro will kill both of us if she sees you.”

Nahuel gave a small chirp in return as he stretched out on you, very nonchalant. “Fine, but if you get caught, don’t say I didn’t tell you.” Maybe you should be worried you were so used to talking to the cat as if heh could understand you...but honestly, you almost believed he could.

Nauhel virtually ignored you as you got dressed; having previously promised McNally to come in around noon or ‘whenever you get your lazy bones out of bed.’

Except as you did finally leave the boarding house, sure that the cat had still been lounging on your pillow, you found him waiting at the street corner. It surprised you for a moment, giving him a look as he more-or-less led you to work. Really, you hoped McNally was more accepting of the feline than Shapiro.

But still, it was rather odd of him...or maybe he was use to spending the day with Graves and felt rather lonely. It was still odd he knew exactly where the corner store was, and showed no hesitation in finding a spot in the shelves behind the counter to lounge and watch as people came and went during the afternoon.

“Ma’am? Is that your cat?”

You finished ringing-up a customer, glancing at Credence whose focus was on said cat behind you. Which, of course. What other cat was there? Still, you looked up at nahuel, whose eyes were just barely open as you answered. “Not exactly. He belongs to a friend. But I’m looking after him. Or maybe he’s looking after me.”

Nahuel chirped lightly, apparently finding the last one more accurate. He jumped down from his shelf and onto the counter, spooking Credence slightly-more out of the sudden movement than anything. You were rather surprised as Credence barely hesitated before reaching out to scratch Nahuel behind the ears, apparently familiar with him. And Nahuel, who hissed or ignored people, was just eating up the attention, his purr loud enough you could easily hear it.

“You know him?”

Credence looked slightly abashed, glancing only briefly at you as he focused on the cat. “He finds me sometimes. When I’m alone. He’s...a rather strange cat.”

Apparently, and more than you had realized. “Yes, he is, isn’t he?”

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