#Agent A Quil

[wildcardaces]

@agent-a-cpfancomic "the metal iceberg gifted it to me" edition!

Where LilShade got a suprise present!

Anna: who gave you that bud?

LilShade: uhh... A giant metal iceberg I think...?

Anna: ???

Anna is a little confused, it'll soon click for her that he means a human boat XD

The unfortunate child on that ship is down one teddy bear *wheeze*

Violet: all this trouble just to sneak back into your own house?

LilShade: yeah but it'll be easy. My dad is a deep sleeper--

*Shade and quil, about to sneak out.*

Violet: huh.

LilShade had snuck out at night to show violet the tallest mountain, que them sneaking back into the house only to witness Shawn and Quil at the door!

Quil: Soo... Do we gotta have a talk or-

LilShade: PA NO!

Quil: lol

Lilshade: wait why are you BOTH sneaking out!?

Shawn: I thought you were ASLEEP! We just wanted to see the Aurora borealis!

Nothing like late night questioning that'll end up with the four of them choosing to see the latest natural wonder happening on the island!

And the finale!

Shawn: the two humans have taken residency in the ski lodge for now.

Mai: ah! That's a relief! There will be a helicopter from the research ship coming in a week. But it will be touching down ontop of the toughest mountain. I tried to tell them not but you know how people are.

Shawn: ah...

Mai: hopefully, the two will be ok getting up the mountain!

Mai: as for you, I know what you're thinking. Don't do anything foolish.

Shawn: hmm... alright Mai.

Shawn giving Mai a little update on the two stranded himans and she tells him that they'll be out of the island in a week. Also tells Shawn to not do anything reckless after hearing that information.

But we all know Shawn, reckless is his middle name.

#agent a anna #agent a quil #lilshade #violet #shawn #club penguin ocs #club penguin oc #club penguin

[agent-a-cpfancomic]

I can imagine Quil just losing it at the sheer hilarity of violet and lil shade trying to sneak in after their adventure to the tallest mountain while him and Shawn are trying to sneak out to enjoy sky watching AKFBAKFHSF-

ASJDHKJASHDJKA OKAY BUT EXACTLY-

That’s one incredibly awkward (but funny) situation that Quil will absolutely and shamelessly fail horribly to be serious about.

#professorlaytondestroyedmyfeels #wildcardaces #Ask #Doodles #Not Comic #OC Crossover #Cool Peoples OCs #Agent A #Agent A Crossover #Agent A Quil #Shawn #Lil Shade #Violet

[meladebt]

I think we all look over the amount of angst between the two movies... Your telling me stone did not at any point believe he was dead, completely wrong!

#robotnik #agent stone #pre quil comic #my manifesto #my art #sonic movie #sonic movie 2 #angst #my artwork

[bookwyrminspiration]

Do you think that Sophie should confront Mr. Forkle about he treats her?

Oo this one is intriguing because I think you could argue that Sophie does confront Mr. Forkle. She doesn't hesitate to talk back and disagree and push him, pointing out things he's doing she doesn't like--for example, telling him off in Neverseen when he was reading her mind without her permission. There's also the scene in Lodestar where they both acknowledge that Mr. Forkle saying they should visit Gethen was something Sophie had been pushing for for a while already.

So then the important part of this question is how is he treating her now? Based on the conversation in Unlocked, I'd say that the way he sees her is blossoming leader who is well on the right track but still thinks she knows more than she does and needs help and guidance so she doesn't make decisions she'd come to regret. He doesn't seem to want to control her, but he doesn't have complete confidence in her ability to lead on her own yet--which I would say is fair based on the storehouse fire. There was enough error in her reasoning beforehand (like what he pointed out about warning people, thinking about fire spreading, etc.) that she tried to justify instead of immediately acknowledge that make it reasonable (In my opinion) for him to still be cautious and mentoring of her.

The thing is that Sophie doesn't think she needs that to the extent he does. She's much more firm and swift, which means she can jump to conclusions and actions. Which can be a benefit when you need to make a decision, but dangerous when you're trying to reason something out and ignoring other possibilities. Even if she ends up being right about them, it's still a gamble she took; her being lucky it paid off doesn't make it good.

So I think my answer to this question is that I don't think she should, but I think she'll confront and push back against him anyways. Currently within the story, he seems to be treating her appropriately based on her actions, but she's tired of it and doesn't see herself the same. So even if it's reasonable, she'll get frustrated and snap back.

I hope that's a sufficient answer! I've grown more fond of Mr. Forkle in the recent books, so that might affect my judgment as well.

#kotlc #keeper of the lost cities #quil's queries #thepinkdove #i've been very vocally upset with mr. forkle in the past #but I think that's a little hypocritical of me to do so and then treat alden completely different #because they're /both/ agents for the story to happen through #so I'm trying to reel back on the forkle bashing and treat him fairly #in order for sophie to exist as she does someone had to make her #it's not forkle's fault. it was built into his character but like...it's not /him/ you know? #so that's where I'm coming from! #not as upset with him anymore and trying to be unbiased

[jess-moloney]

A Breakdown Of Jess's Management Company

The company that Jess brags about owning (when it comes to talent management) is based out of the UK. There is no business listed under Jess Moloney's name if you look it up in California. Nothing is called Jess Moloney Management or any business run by someone with that name.

In the state of California to be a talent manager or agent you do need to be registered with the state and you need to get a license.

->Source<-

This already raises a lot of questions. How is her business which is only based in the UK valid for her to work with American clients? I'm not saying it's impossible but I am saying that for her to be legally operating as a talent manager as she claims she'd also need a license in the state she practices and I'm sure she doesn't just automatically get one because she owns a business in the UK.

Since Jess does not currently own Jess Moloney Management in the United States it's questionable how she's also operating a business managing talent in the United States and doing it legally.

If you try to look her or her company up in California to see if she has a license you will get no results there either:

->Look Yourself<-

From this we can conclude one of several things:

She's operating illegally

She's using a different name to operate

She's lying about having clients

Knowing this information alone, it seems impossible that Jess has clients that she's actively managing and if she is she's not doing it legally. I suppose it's possible that somehow she found a loophole and signed these people under whatever license she has in the UK. This would be a way to get around having a license to operate in California but I'm also going to guess it's not legal to do that since the laws of an entirely different country wouldn't apply there, and as I said, this is a state by state thing so that makes it even less likely.

How can she be managing any United States based talent under the guidelines of a UK business? Unless she's only handling clients from the UK (which she definitely isn't if she is managing people like Renell and Quil) then she's not doing it on the up and up. It makes me question how she ever did it in the first place. Another place she operates out of is New York but if you look it up, you will find you also need a license to operate as a talent manager there.

->Source<-

If you look her company up in New York it doesn't come up either. Which means she didn't get a license to work there either.

I'm not a lawyer nor do I know all of the details of this but I can say one would think that she can't just operate as a talent manager free and easy because she owns a talent agency in another country. As I said, these types of businesses are rife with legal contracts where money is exchanged.

All of this seemingly makes it impossible for Jess to legitimately be running the business she claims to be running in a way that is on the books. It's possible that it's all under the table and she has connections somehow so through networking she gets her "clients" some sort of work and they pay her under the table for the service or she bills it as something else like "freelance".

Seeing as how she definitely doesn't have the license she would need to operate in either state as a talent manager (unless she's using a different name or company that she's not disclosed which is possible but unlikely, seeing as how she says it's been the same business for 9 years she can't mean another one).

What does everyone else think because this isn't looking very good for the people who defend her and say this must be her job when all the signs point to it not being possible for her to have this job, at least not legally.

#jess moloney #jamie campbell bower #jamie bower #thoughts

[robfinancialtip]

Inspired by Nelly Furtado’s “Trynna Finda Way,” Cynthia Quiles moved from South Beach to San Francisco to Los Angeles to chase her acting dreams. You might recognize her from her role in 8 episodes of "Why Women Kill." Cynthia's sheer determination and relentless hustle helped her realize her acting dreams.

Cynthia's family journeyed from Puerto Rico to Jersey, chasing that American dream. She graduated two years early as her high school's Valedictorian in North Carolina. At just 16, she started her education at the International Fine Arts College in Miami, studying Fashion Merchandising and Liberal Arts. Later, she ventured to San Francisco for higher education at Golden State University, thanks to a Business Administration Scholarship. She's also dabbled in martial arts, boxing, and Krav Maga, even training alongside the LAPD.

At one point, Cynthia jet-setted to Hong Kong, where her son landed a role as Nicole Kidman's on-screen child during the pandemic. Her son, Bodhi del Rosario, hit the big time with 4 episodes as the "Elephant of Surprise" in "Interrupting Chickens" on Apple TV. He also voiced Gabe in the Netflix series "Ada Twist Show," produced by none other than Barak and Michelle Obama.

This video is a must-watch if you’re an aspiring actor or actress! Get ready for some invaluable tips and tricks to help you break into the acting scene and steer clear of shady agents and managers. Your Hollywood dreams could be closer than you think, so aim high, spread those wings, and take flight – you never know what you're capable of until you try!

ACTING CAREER:

In 2006, Quiles took her first step into acting with her debut appearance in the short film "The She-Devils." Her cinematic debut as Roxy followed in 2008's "Divine Unrest." With each passing year, Quiles continued to grace the screens in various indie and short films, including notable works such as "We Were Once a Fairytale" (2009), "Anomie" (2009), "Death 'N Taxes" (2010), "The Wedding Night" (2015), "The Secret of Joy" (2015), "Somebody's Watching" (2015), "State of Ward" (2017), "Heavy Stuff" (2019), "Passed the Brush" (2020), and "Psyops Free" (2020). Notably, Quiles took on the role of executive producer for the 2013 short film "Just Can't Stop," where she also contributed to the storyline. Her multi-talented presence extended to the 2015 short film "Somebody's Watching," where she both starred in and played a key role behind the scenes.

Quiles also made her mark on television in the 2009 film "Mrs. Washington Goes to Smith." She graced episodic TV series with her presence, often in uncredited roles, in shows such as "Entourage," "iCarly," "90210," "My Haunted House," "Jane the Virgin," "Station 19," "Mr. Mayor," "American Horror Stories," and "Pam & Tommy." In 2017, Quiles made notable appearances in two episodes of "Confess" and continued her episodic journey with "All Rise" in 2019 and 2020.

The year 2021 brought Quiles a recurring role as Brenda in eight captivating episodes of the second season of "Why Women Kill." Her journey in 2022 led her to portray the role of Charlie Jiménez in four episodes of the fifth and final season of The CW's beloved series, "Dynasty."

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[ruby-static]

I absolutely love the replies to my Benrey Quil drawing, so I had to draw these-

Also bonus:

#Club Penguin #Club Penguin Art #Club Penguin Fanart #Club Penguin OC #CP #CP Art #CP Fanart #CP OC #Club Penguin Gary #Club Penguin Gary the Gadget Guy #Gary the Gadget Guy #Club Penguin Agent A #Agent A Anna #Agent A Quil #HLVRAI #I LOVE THE IDEA OF GARY AS COOMER TOO MUCH #Also Anna's face in the second one fhsdjfh-

[wildcardaces]

@agent-a-cpfancomic "enrichment" edition!

Where Shawn is being Shawn and Anna is having to deal with that XD

Anna: Quil can you or Clay come collect your freak of a man please? He's doing things.

Quil: no. I set him loose on purpose. He needs enrichment.

Shawn bet he could walk around on all fours for an hour and it's only been 10 minutes. Anna is already at her wits end with him XD

Suddenly timeskip!

Anna: god its surprisingly warm today, huh old man?

Anna: ...dude, did you hear me or...?

Dan: sorry, I just kinda zoned out for a moment there

Anna: ah

Anna is so used to Dan being talkative that when the day comes that Dan isn't as talkative as he used to be, it's probably a system shock for Anna.

Guys getting older and isn't as spry as he used to be 20 years ago *cries*

And the finale!

"Mai! We're ready to leave"

Mai: ok! Give me a minute!

Mai: DA--oh shit right, Heart!? Oh my god it's been a while!

Mai: hah, you missed me too huh?

"oh it's that penguin!"

Mai: god you look rough bud...! Why are you here?

Dan still takes any opportunity to see human mom Mai and she's always happy to see him. Though it's also a shock to her system too to realize that He's definitely slowed down a bit *sobs*

#agent a anna #agent a quil #shawn #wildcard dan #mai #club penguin ocs #club penguin oc #club penguin

[agent-a-cpfancomic]

I can absolutely imagine Quil and Clay just watching Shawn being an utter gremlin and Quil going "so who's going to stop him?" *WhEEZE*

JIASCLJDSHCJKDSC EXACTLY THOUGH-

Every day with these dudes is just like:

…I can only imagine what they’re gonna have to pull him away from next.

#professorlaytondestroyedmyfeels #wildcardaces #Ask #Doodles #Not Comic #OC Crossover #Cool Peoples OCs #Agent A #Agent A Crossover #Agent A Quil #Shawn #Clay

[clubpengmess]

The Triple Threats! Aka original characters from the blog @agent-a-cpfancomic by @ruby-static !!

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I am absolutely in LOVE with this comic and I just had to draw these three :,). I love their personalities so much (especially Anna’s and Bonnie’s. I resonate with both of them honestly lol) I cannot wait to see where the story goes!

#agent a #agent a comic #agent a comic fanart #agent a fan art #agent a fanart #agent a anna #agent a bonnie #agent a quil #club penguin #club penguin fan art #club penguin fanart

[bookwyrminspiration]

quil!!!

i heard about your warrior cats adventure !

i think yellowfang was dark gray w/ yellow eyes if i recall correctly...?

also, if you have time/get there, i think youd really like the dawn of the clans series!! (they come after the omen of the stars series publication wise, but all you really need is to have read firestars quest after the first series ends)

Indigo! It feels more like a communal adventure at this point. It's not just me reading warrior cats, it's me reading warrior cats with a dozen eyes over my shoulder watching my every move. But in an endearing silly way.

Also looked it up and you are correct! That explains where the yellow part of her name comes from--I was reasoning it in my head as something to do with infection and diseases, but yellow eyes aligns more with the naming conventions I've seen.

I don't know how quickly I'll work through these books, if I'll really double down and try and make progress or if it'll be a casual thing, but I do currently intend to get that far! Even if Firestar's Quest is enough I will probably go in publication order as that's just how I like to do things, but I am now curious to see what you think I'd like about the series!

#warrior cats #quil's queries #indigothemuse #so many people have warrior cats experience and insight #what's my variation of that #well. keeper. but like aside from that #what innocuous random series could someone mention and activate me like a sleeper agent #perhaps the pegasus series? loved those books #i would say twilight but everyone's already well aware of that one #anyway! i appreciate the yeIlowfang description and insight into future series!

[softiejacob]

wolf pack stans do you ever log on and remember that billy and his bitches are the supporting cast..... i just remembered that the cullens are the main characters

#i’m so glad i’m not smeyer’s publicity agent #my posts #twilight #new moon #eclipse #breaking dawn #midnight sun #the twilight renaissance #the twilight saga #the twilight series #bella swan #jacob black #jacob twilight #bella twilight #leah clearwater #paul lahote #quil ateara #embry call #sam uley #jared cameron #seth clearwater #billy black

[jess-moloney]

"She clearly can’t focus on anything other than her obsession with Jamie, she has no job, no prospects, no life and she’s always with him."-It has to be obsession. There is no way Jess is maintaining any business while only being around Jamie nonstop. You can't be a successful PR agent or manager following your partner to his conventions, events or movie sets. Jess would actually have to work with clients and be seen with them. She has no respect for Jamie or his boundaries.

She’s never seen with Renell or Quil or even this hair stylist she manages. It’s like she somehow gets credit when she clearly can’t be doing the work behind it. Not well, that is. At most maybe she knows someone who is looking for someone and they call her and then she’s paid a finders fee by these people. Except they seem to do fine on their own and I fail to see how she’s the number one source of their income or employment. She can’t be doing anything professional with how much she’s up Jamie’s arse and has been for years now. Which calls into question a lot more things like her income and how she’s able to afford all of this stuff doing nothing. Fucking Jamie isn’t an occupation.

#jess moloney #jamie campbell bower #jamie bower #mail

[generallybrontidefeelings]

Stressed

Rating: NC-17

A/N: Brought to you by this post. I'm tired and sleepy and don't want to make any decisions. The degree is an actual MS you can get from American University in DC. U of Tennessee’s anthropology dept. hosts what’s called a body farm. It's a lab for forensic pathology students. Do NOT I repeat DO NOT look up pictures.

Pairing: Marcus Pike x reader, Marcus Pike x you

Summary: Marcus Pike is an associate faculty member at your forensics college. You ask him to be your second reader for your thesis, even though you have a huge crush on him. Nothing is better than something, right? By the time you pass your exam, you're so pent up you could scream.

Warnings: cadaver talk, pining, age difference, some power dynamics?, annoying college talk, sex, dirty talk, a God awful metaphor curtesy of Blanche Devereaux, 39

“Take a deep breath.”

You huff in a small shallow breath. Then let it out, and take in a longer, fuller one.

“Now let it out.” You let your cheeks puff up as cool air streams past your lips. “You’ve made huge improvements, and you’ve studied hard. The paper exam will be easy, and the oral will be a cinch.”

You gulp. “I know. It’s just...pre-show jitters, you know?”

He gives you a full smile, and flips the document shut. You hand him the binder clip, accidentally brushing his fingers when you do.

"Anything else I can do for you?"

You swallow, fiddling with your paper edge. God you feel like a twelve year old. You're fucking twenty-seven and about to apply for the FBI, why are you such a sap? He’s not available. Not even remotely. He will be gone in a year, back to the Bureau. There is no reason to nurse a crush. And you curse yourself for asking a man you’re attracted to - you, idiot, idiot! - to spend more time with you. Even if it is reading your dull chapter.

"No, I have everything I need, thanks."

"Then scoot. I have to read like...thirty pages of Tanner's chapter before he gets here."

You pull your bag to your shoulder. "you're not going to get that far," you scoff. The tensing in your shoulders relaxes a little when you stand to leave.

"We'll see," he says. He opens the door of his office for you. You glance back once more, and he's still in the doorway watching you go. "See you tomorrow."

"See you." Your mind swirls back and forth between thoughts of Mr. Pike, your thesis, Pike, your oral defence, your paper exam in two days, Marcus crossing his ankles in his reading chair. And you walk. Straight ahead, not looking back. But when you get to the door handle you turn around. And he's still there. Watching.

You've never been so stressed in your life.

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You met Marcus Pike on a muggy afternoon in August deep in the heart of Tennessee. The air warped off the pavement as you drove together to the School of Anthropology to visit your cadaver lying relaxed and prostrate in the middle of a fenced field. The air is already warm, then lightning flashes in the clouds to your right, and plopping rain drops scatter across the lawn, and dampens A-0017’s second hand suit. His raisinette hands lie against the grass almost like he’s communing with the earth. You watched the water hit his face, and permanently closed eyelids, and shaved head.

You had no business being so fidgety while kneeling next to a cadaver. Agent Marcus Pike and the facility director chat a couple feet away, leaving you to your business with A-0017. Pike had never been to the school’s mysterious forensics lab, even though he had plenty of time to when he was earning his own masters. That’s what he said in his email to you three weeks earlier. He’d heard a first-year student was running a fibrous material experiment and asked to tag along. And you said yes. Why not? He was faculty. It wasn’t unheard of. His email was so polite too, letting you know if you weren’t comfortable he understood. Pike. The name rattled a memory somewhere. So you emailed him back, and the next morning he sent you his itinerary: he would meet you in Tennessee. He’d even pay for the rental car.

You sent your advisor a quick text to ask if he was ‘crazy.’ She’d sent back the laughing emoji. No, she said, Marcus Pike isn’t a crazy. You’ll like him.

You did like him. He was waiting for you at the Hertz desk, and heat licked up your skin when you realized - he was striking. He was the type of man you’d make eyes at in a bar without any hope of even getting a number. His brown hair was neatly trimmed, and he had a softness brought on by a light scruff that didn’t hide his dimples. You barely registered that he was apologizing for not getting to introduce himself before flying out, but promised he was who he said he was. Even pulled out his credentials.

“Bureau?” you said to his badge. “I thought you were an associate professor?” You want to smack yourself.

Oh, “I am,” he replied. He dug in his wallet and pulled out a campus ID that matched yours. “I’m taking an interim year. I thought teaching would be a nice way to ease into DC life.”

Now he was here, sweating under the storm clouds while watching you unbutton A-0017’s shirt, and half listening to the director tell him all about how they kept the lawn looking green despite, ahem, fluids. You sternly told A-0017 to be on their best behavior while you pulled their shirt back to examine some fiber swatches stapled to his rubbery chest.

On the flight back Pike asked you all about your thesis plans. You stuttered as you began. He waited, patient. You were writing on how the FBI could contribute to cultural repatriation efforts internationally by returning art pieces. Do you know what it could do to boost scholarly opportunities? The doors it could open! Why put it in cold storage when it could revitalize movements? Art breathes, after all. You were exhausted by the time the plane landed. Both from answering questions, and from keeping a steadily building tension under wraps. You hoped he didn’t notice how you crossed your legs.

“I’d love to read it.” He handed your backpack down from the overhead bin.

“Maybe you should be my second reader.” You got serious when his face perked up. “I still need one.”

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That was nine months ago.

Your exams are in a week, and instead of thinking about preparing, all you can think of is that once everything is turned in, you probably won’t see Marcus again. He’s been your anchor these last months, and you’ve gotten used to his solid presence and encouraging platitudes. You cup your hot cheeks because it’s a dirty thought.

He lets you work in his office for a couple hours a week every week. The crammed little space is tight quarters, but he makes room for your laptop anyway. Sometimes you worked together heads bent for full time. Sometimes he read pages from your thesis, and you help him grade some papers from his first-year art history course. And sometimes you drink three pm coffee together and don’t work at all. It’s your favorite time of the week. The glow his praise gives you is embarrassing. And he’s an easy companion - nope, colleague. Your heart beats and your mouth waters every time you’re fifteen feet from his office door. The cold door knob jolts you took. You harbor a secret. Keep it warm in your belly. It swirls hungrily deep in you.

But now it’s a problem. You’re so distracted. Every time you leave his office, you’re tense from want. Your body is already over-caffeinated and achy from sitting in hard library chairs so long. But you keep going. Every time an anxious heat lights up the alarms in your head your instinct is to ask him what to do. You have to rest your hands in your head and remind yourself: he isn’t your babysitter, he’s a grown man who doesn’t have boundless time to tell you what to do. You have to figure it out yourself. Even if you really just want him to tell you what this or that section needs, is the title here misleading, is it lunch time, do you think the tone here is condescending?

What do you think? What do you want it to look like?

You think you want to grab his dumb button down collars and bite his lip. You want it to look flushed and tousled and desperate. You want to ride him in his reading chair with the door locked. It just isn’t fair.

The night before your first exam you take z-quil, drink lavender tea, and read a chapter of your favorite book to relax. Your phone buzzes at nine. It’s Marcus: good luck! You’re going to do great! Well. Better take some more Z-quill now that your heart is palpitating.

You pass both tests in excellent standing - MS in International Relations: complete. Pike attends the oral exam. Your skin goes hot when he smiles at you when the committee declares you exceed expectations. He invites you for a celebratory drink in the next couple days, which means you have two days to sternly wrangle your crush back into the dirty corner she came from.

You fail miserably.

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“Look,” he says, setting his beer down on the glass bar counter. “I know it’s not my business, but you still look stressed out. Are your grades bothering you?”

The rim of your gin and tonic is wet with condensation from where your finger circles it. “No, they’re great.”

He bumps your shoulder with his. “Then what’s the damage? You’re jumpier than a…” he trails off thinking a good metaphor. He squints at you a little.

“A virgin at a prison rodeo?” you supply. He inhales sharply, eyes wide. “You can laugh.”

“I didn’t know you watched ‘The Golden Girls,” he says. His tone is admiring. “I was going to say jumpier than a graduate student giving their defense.” You purse your lips when he raises his eyebrows at you. “Can I help at all?”

You watch his Adam’s apple bob when he takes another sip of his beer. The soft orange lights in the bar spill around his jaw and throat, they flicker in his irises. His face in three quarter profile is august. You’re utterly exhausted from the polite ‘student mentor’ dance you’ve had to do for months while keeping your desire at bay. And more than that, you didn’t want to answer. You wanted to show him and let him decide. The sultry washboard and piano music give you that last boost.

You make sure he’s watching you, then you slowly reach out and wrap your fingers around his wrist.

Then you wait.

Marcus pauses from lifting his beer bottle, eyes glued to your hand on his wrist. It’s petite against him. He stares at your baby blue fingernails pairing beautifully with his Stirling watch - and he feels himself harden.

All the skin on your body stands at attention when he meets your eyes. Everything in them tells you he wants you just as bad. There’s a hesitant curve above his eyebrow though. You get it. You were his student - he’s such a sweet man he wouldn’t even dream of using a power dynamic like that to get laid. Your breath comes in short heaves.

“The semester ended thirty-six minutes ago,” you say over the music. He takes a deep breath. You aren’t his student anymore. Not according to the school, anyway.

You want him to decide. If he doesn’t, you’ll go home and fall apart under your fingertips thinking about how hot it would have been to lift your dress and sit on his cock while wearing your thigh highs.

“Do you want to leave?” You nod, resisting the urge to bite your lip.

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Marcus’s apartment is homey. Streetlights flood the floor of the living room through the street facing windows. You turn this way and that to inspect the dark areas that look like bookshelves while he hangs up your coat. You squeeze your hands at your sides, because this is happening. You’re in his house. The hardwood floor is cold under your stocking feet.

You jump when he puts his hands on your shoulders from behind you, holding you a mere inch from his body. You bite your lip when his nose bumps into the back of your head.

“Are you sure about this?”

“You already asked me that,” you reply, letting your head fall back on his shoulder. You want so badly to tell him to tell you what to do. That you don’t want to make any decisions. Brain is worn out. That you want to please him, and not think. Oh, to be a freshmen simply sponging up information.

“I know,” he slides his hands to your biceps and turns you around. “I can check in again, can’t I? He cups your face when you nod. “Can I kiss you?”

“Yes, please,” you have to stop yourself from saying something incriminating, like mister Pike, or sir, or professor.

You clutch the front of his button down to anchor yourself when his lips brush yours. His mouth is soft. It coaxes you to open so he can dive into you, his tongue swipes your bottom lip, and you respond by pressing into him. You stay pliant under him, letting him lead. Your legs feel on the verge of collapse when you break away. You can’t stand it anymore.

“I want to suck your cock.”

Both of you freeze. For a second you wonder if you’ve given him a heart attack. But you watched his thighs on the car ride back and couldn’t stop thinking about kneeling between them. Your mouth waters. Marcus can’t breathe. He’s straining against his zipper. After your declaration he wants it too.

“Okay, honey,” he breathes. He brushes your ear with his thumb. “If that’s what you want, we’ll do that.”

He tries to draw you backward toward his room where he can turn on a lamp and properly pay tribute to your body, but you pull him back. You tug him to his mid-century armchair - he has the twin to it in his office. His mouth goes dry. You have to know. He looks into your face, and from the way you’ve averted your eyes, you know.

“Please?” you say. It sounds like a sob.

From this close you can smell the vanilla and bergamot of his soap. He sits, waiting for you. When you don’t move he holds his hand out for you to take.

“Come here, honey,” he draws you close. The top of your dress swings a little and he groans when he sees the break of your dress to what he thought were tights. Marcus studies your face in the second hand street light - your mouth parted, your eyes blown wide. Your hand in his is hot. “Hey, if this is overwhelming, or not what you want-”

“It is,” you correct him.

“Tell me what’s wrong then,” he requests. You feel pained. If you don’t say it now you never will.

“Tell me what to do.” Your head aches from the stress of carrying it for so long. “I’ve had to make my own decisions for months, and I don’t want to anymore. Just - for five minutes-” you bring your hands to your cheeks and press them against your hot skin. You watch as he realizes what you want. He nods in slow motion.

“Okay,” he says. “Kneel for me.” He gets even harder when you sink to your knees. Your hands rest in your lap. Waiting. He can’t believe this is happening. Thank goodness he’s going back to the Bureau in three months. He couldn’t face the other faculty - fuck, your advisor - after this. Leaning forward he cups your chin and kisses you. You squeeze your thighs together. He kisses your ear and says lowly, “take my cock out, honey. I want you to suck me off.”

When you take him in your mouth as far as you can, you look into his face. His mouth has fallen open. His ears have turned red from flushing. It’s indescribable. It makes your mouth water further around his hard length. It’s heavy on your tongue. You move up and down his shaft leisurely, trying to savor it. Letting saliva run down onto his skin as your tongue works the spongy head. You reach up to work the base with your hand when he tells you ‘no’.

“Just your mouth.” Fuck. You moan around him as a ripple pulls from deep in your core. The vibrations of you moaning make him jolt and heave. For a few moments he apologies while you breathe deeply, then resume. You take a mouthful of him. It’s feasting. It’s mindless.

His fingers brush the side of your face, and tenderly cups the back of your head. You want to make him understand this is what you want. So you slide down as far as you can comfortably, and wait. Swallowing thickly around his length

“Fuck, honey,” he groans. He gets it, taking both hands and moving your head the pace he wants. You can tell he hasn’t been asked for this often. Maybe ever. You close your eyes and just feel. His cock filling your mouth. Aches forming around your jaw. Tears leaking out of your eyes from your concentration. Your pussy wetting through your underwear. Marcus pulling your hair. You swallow hard, then he stops. And pushes you off.

You whine in protest.

“I hear you, honey,” he says softly. His voice is hoarse. “Another time. I want you to unwind right now.” Your pussy clenches.

He takes you back to his bedroom and helps you undress. He lifts your dress over your head, and kneels to help you out of your thigh highs. One day, if you’ll let him, he’ll fuck you with them on, but he likes to see all of a woman the first time he does anything to her. He kisses the bit of skin above the waistband of your panties before standing to kiss your lips. Your help him push them down your hips until they fall to your ankles. The soft gasp he lets out at the sight of your underwear and bare body is nothing short of gluttonous.

“Lay down.”

He strips while you watch. He does it without taking his eyes off of you. There’s hunger in them. This man has an appetite, you know it. The fabric rustles pleasantly between the sound of both of you breathing. Far away, ambulance sirens blare in another neighborhood, but here in his apartment the wet sound of cars passing in the rainy street are the closest accompaniment.

“I want to touch you here,” he tells you, palming your sex and making you squeak. It’s so forward.

“Do it,” you breathe, and part your legs further for him. He leans in and kisses your temple, murmuring ‘good girl’ and you swear you could black out.

You’re already so wet when his fingers part your folds to greet the new territory. “Did sucking my cock get you wet?” He sounds amazed. He tastes one fingertip before putting it back to tease your folds. “I wonder how wet you would be just holding it in your mouth while you read.”

“Oh-” a ripple works down your spine. He smirks. The tip of his finger brushes just inside your lips to tease your entrance.

“I’m going to put my fingers in you. You,�� he pauses to kiss your cheek, “relax. You earned it.” He rubs his nose up and down yours, and you nudge him back just as he slips one long finger into you. You’re glad he’s being sweet like this. It’s the perfect blend of firmness and care. You want him to dominate you one someday, maybe, but right here and now, the combination of his low voice and steady fingers is ideal. Marcus kisses your cheek and mouth as he works his finger in and out of you. It’s thick and reaches further than you ever could. You spread your legs even further to tell him, more.

Without removing his hand he moves down your body to lick your clit. He sucks and flicks it as he coaxes more wetness out of your leaking cunt. Carefully he pulls the finger out and presses his wet hand to the inside of your thigh to keep you open. He laps into you, covering the muscles with lubricant because you’re going to need it. You see his face just as he decides you’re ready; it’s contemplative, like he’s concentrating. Then he slides two fingers deep into you.

“Oh, fuck, that’s so fucking good,” your voice crescendos. You reach for his shoulder as he comes up to lie beside you. His skin is warm under your palm. You buck your hips looking for something else, seeking, wanting-

“Stay still.” You still immediately. “Just feel it, baby. I want you to be ready for me.” You know what he means. His cock is thick and smearing against your hip. He was big in your mouth, he’s going to be big while pushing into you. His fingers keep moving while he kisses the tips of your nipples. When he takes one between his teeth and tugs you break. Your mouth opens, and your legs clamp reflexively around his wrist. Your pussy gushes around his fingers - you can feel it. You can feel how his movements change from a drag as a slide. He keeps pumping. He doesn’t give up until he’s sure you’ve felt every aftershock. He’d love to take his time and work a third in one day - if he can - but tonight, he wants to move on. After you swallowed his cock in his sitting room chair he’s been thinking of rewarding you.

You feel him slip his fingers out, and roll away to the nightstand. He looks back at you, and his eyes soften a little before he asks, “do you want me to use a condom?”

“No,” you say and reach for his bicep to pull him back toward you. He comes willingly. “I have an IUD. And I’m clean.” He smiles, flinging the packet over his shoulder. It makes you giggle, but it sounds hysterical to your ears. You watch him reach down and pump his cock with the hand that was just inside you. You close your eyes and take a deep breath.

“Look at me,” he orders. Your eyes snap open. Marcus crashes his lips on yours. The hand not dripping from your cunt cups the back of your head. “I want to see your eyes while I fuck you.”

His blunt head breaks into you, you lose all thought. He sinks further in, until you’re squirming on his length because he’s stretching you. You suck air in and will your body will stay still like he suggested for his fingers. You look into Marcus’s eyes the whole time, trying to tell him how good he feels. You can’t make the words leave your throat. He pulls your head to him, kisses your mouth until you compose yourself and lie still. Then he gets to work. The breadth of him stills you anew. For the first time in months you fully relax, hardly making a sound as he thrusts steadily. You stare into Marcus’s eyes while your mouth falls open as he slides into you, and listen to the wet sounds of your pussy and the bed frame creaking.

Then he starts talking.

“Do you know how good you look in those blue trousers? I want to grab your ass every time you wear them,” he rumbles. His pace picks up a hair, and he feels harder in you somehow. He drops to his forearm. “I love watching it when you walk out of my office.” You knew it. “And that damn cardigan you never wear a shirt under? Those buttons slip right open, don’t they?” He punctuates it with a deep thrust that makes you squeak. “Answer me.”

“Yes.”

“Wear it over for dinner. I’ll bite your tits through it.”

He fucks into you harder, sending shivers up your spine with every thrust. It moves you up the bed until you have to reach a hand up and press back against the headboard. You clutch him with the other, looping around his shoulder to feel the muscles in his arms pull and tug as he moves in you, working you up to another release Soon enough, the coil in your belly tightens and he reaches to worry your clit with deft fingers. His eyes never leave you. You think this man could make the hardest fuck feel like making love.

“I need more,” you tell him. You’re too embarrassed to ask for what you want. A tear leaks out of your eye because his thickness is so good, but you want something else too. You always underestimate him. He grins because he knows - he’s a detective. He figured it out. He leans down to rest his forehead on your temple.

“You’re doing so well,” he says. You arch up into him, your breasts brush his chest. “Your wet pussy is so sweet. It’s taking me so well. Are you gonna be respectful? Gonna listen?” You have to hold your breath as your hips tense. “Be good and come on my cock.” Oh fuck. “Say it.”

Your voice is wet with joy. “Yes, sir.”

“Such a good girl.”

Sparks lick up your back and through your cunt, forcing Marcus deeper into when you lift your lips. He slows to let you enjoy all your release. He kisses your neck, your jaw, your lips. Then when he hears your content sigh, he buries his face in your neck and chases his own release. He comes with an accompanying rumble from deep in his chest. You moan in return and lift your lips to catch him as he slumps, barely holding his weight off of you.

Water runs in the washroom as you tug the sheets back. The light clicks off, and Marcus appears with a washcloth. His dimple appears when you lean back and let him clean your tender flesh. He sits on the edge of the bed next to your hips, running his knuckles on the soft side of your breast.

“Stay the night,” says. “I’ll cook you breakfast.”

“Hm,” you say, mock contemplative. You run your fingers down his chest. He preens under the affection. “I will. I feel really good.” Your cheeks tingle at the admission. He smiles wide and bright.

He comes back from putting the cloth in the hamper. You roll so he can run his hands the length of your side

“Thank you,” you murmur. He lifts his face from where he’s been peppering your waist with kisses. His brow is furrowed in amused confusion. “For being good to me. For caring about what happened to me.” You’ll tell him the horror stories your friends have from their college another time.

He sighs and cups your cheek. “I like doing it. You’re bright. Supporting you is a privilege. Especially when I know that brain is going to put us all to shame one day.” You could cry.

“I’ve liked you since the body farm,” you admit. He wrinkles his nose. “I know. Not very romantic.”

“I liked you since you thought my campus ID was more official than my FBI badge.”

“I didn’t think that!”

“Get some sleep,” he says. A wicked glint comes to his eye. “I am going to wear you out before lunch.” You wiggle to get comfortable in the sheets and he curls over your back to hold you to his chest.

Orange light peeks through the gap in his blackout drapes. You eye him over your shoulder then settle into the pillow. All the tension in your shoulders is gone.

part 2

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