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Weak Spot - Chapter 36

RotTMNT Donatello x Reader

Warnings: Aged-up Turtles, Romance, Meet Cute, Villain Donatello, Cussing, Crushes, Xenophobia, Fear, Intimidation, Implied/Referenced Suicide, Hurt/Comfort, Love, AFAB Reader, Vaginal Sex, Sex Rough, Sex, Penis In Vagina Sex, Creampie, Teasing, Scent Kink, Sexual Tension, Breeding Kink, Multiple Orgasms, Cunnilingus, Fellatio, Marathon Sex, Somnophilia, Intercrural Sex, Bondage, Feral Behavior, Feral Donatello (TMNT), Mating Cycles/In Heat, Public Sex

Synopsis: A love story of villainous proportions! Though it hadn’t come easily, as these things rarely do, you found yourself in a whirlwind romance with a handsome and mysterious mutant. His idiosyncrasies had been easy to ignore as attraction grew into something more. However, will love endure when the unknowns about him end up being far darker than you ever considered?

Another chapter as requested by tumblr! May I present: the drunk chapter!

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“There!”

“You’re ridiculous!”

“’Bite my neck and suck my butt!’”

“He does not say tha’!”

“Yes, he does!”

“You’re-“ Your gossipy coworker got choked as his tongue swelled thick.

Snorting, you downed your glass and slammed it down on the bar as you had seen in many movies.

Instead of screaming for another, you pouted as no one seemed to even notice over the ambient roar.

“There’sh-!” Mouth minorly obeying, your gossipy coworker shot an index finger out from where it was wrapped around a glass. “Tha’sh a thing!”

“Sucking butt? Yuh!” You bobbed on the final syllable.

“No!” His pitched warbled next and he screwed his nose up at the sound. “I mean yes, but no!”

You hummed an agreement, your eyes traveling elsewhere.

“It was’h on Friends!”

“On basic ca-cab-le?! Tha’ was not allowed!” You feigned a gasp.

“Not butt stuff!!” He screeched and swatted at you while missing by a mile.

“Wha’ then?!” You giggled, as he failed to reel his arm back in.

“Wha’ then?!” He mimicked before freezing. His digit then extended and curled around the glass several times before both of you burst out laughing.

Holding onto his arm to keep from falling over, you were struck by a sudden wave of nausea. Bowled over, your gossipy coworker took an unaware swig which knocked you away from him. It bobbed you back upright and the sickness passed. “Woah.”

He didn’t seem to hear you as much as see you.

He stuck his tongue out and you imagined he must have tasted the crowd.

“Stop!” He whined, rolling his head and losing his balance where he was simply standing.

“What?!”

Laughing again, your throat felt dry.

The song changed, but you could only sort of tell.

The beat was different or it wasn’t.

There were so many people in the bar.

It was so loud.

Maybe it was just them?

“Who…?!” Had you always been off to the side like this?

Oh, you were in a bar.

“Tony Dan’sa!” Your gossipy coworker cheered as if that was the answer to the universe.

No, there was something else.

There was a reason.

It was elusive like a fly.

Did you need a swatter?

“Stu-pid, stu-pid!” His glass set onto the counter, it freed his hands up to scrub his face. Leaning too far back, he hit someone behind him who then pushed him toward you. He overcorrected and you had to shove back to keep from being a human domino.

“You two are trashed!” Someone complained.

Loud.

Everyone was so loud.

Oh, you knew the offended person.

They worked on your floor.

Or you had seen them there?

Or maybe that was a meeting?

When were reports due?

“And jus’ how many have you had, Sadie?!” He spit her name like a curse.

She puffed up and you had to giggle at whatever spell was cast.

He was good at that.

He’d been a witch for Halloween once.

Or had that been a dream?

“I-!” The hex faded and what was left couldn’t hold a form. “-don’t need to answer that! What matters is I can annun-anun-ci-ate and you’re stumbling!”

There had definitely been green make-up involved.

“For your-!” He looked lost for a moment before finding his drink. He then used it to point his index finger once again. “For your infor-ma-tion, I had a eur-eru… Ure.. a realiz-ation moment so I was indulgin’ in a little…!” His head tipped and marked the halt of his thoughts.

Someone behind you patted your back.

You turned to see a person standing there.

Who were they again?

“There you are!”

Well, they knew you.

That was something.

“I’m… here!” You responded.

Nailed it.

Why were you here?

Oh, yeah.

That’s what you were wondering.

“We already toasted, but check this out…!”

A toast?

They must be another coworker then.

Probably.

His clothes said he was, but who wasn’t wearing business attire?

About half the bar, but that wasn’t important.

What was important is who was.

Probably.

A woman beside him snickered like a cartoon dog.

What was his name?

He was like S.H.E.L.L.D.O.N. in a way.

You needed to watch cartoons with him.

An ice cold shot entered your hand and you looked up to find you were in a huddle of five people.

“Dynamite!” One shouted before kicking it back.

The others followed like a wave at a sporting event and you were the last one almost out of sync.

Instead of burning there was a tropical sweetness to it.

“Congrats, Amira! Heading up the floor!”

“Three to be exact!”

“G-great job!” You added before the next person clinked empty glasses with the woman across from you.

She must have done something great.

She looked great.

Moving up floors was a literal sense of upward mobility in your company.

How’d she do her hair?

Promotion.

She’d been promoted.

You’d worked alongside Amira before the restructuring and now she was moving into marketing.

That was it.

You wanted to pass your newfound knowledge along when the back of your collar got tugged.

“Tell Sadie-kins where to shove her nose!” Your gossipy coworker was suddenly by your side.

No, you had backed up.

Into the bar.

There was a bar.

Why was there a bar?

“Ugh, you know wha’?!”

“What?!”

You and your gossipy coworker cracked up while Sadie slunk away.

At least, she wasn’t there anymore when you came to.

She had freed up a space and your gossipy coworker filled it in a slide.

You shuffled towards him with your own titters leaking from your ears.

“Oh, wait, I like dis one!” Your coworker bobbed to a song.

Straining, you didn’t seem to be hearing the same thing because his movements were way off. “No, like this…!” You gave your own head bob, but that wash of nausea took it away.

“Ew, not again!” He complained a little too close with alcoholic breath that stung your nostrils.

It receded and left you feeling woozy. “What?!”

“What!?” He quacked straight up to the ceiling and someone else echoed him across the bar.

There was a sudden cheer and everyone was tipping their drinks back.

Where had yours gone?

Oh yeah, the bar.

You turned towards it.

There was no drink there.

Where had your drink gone?

“You should go home!” Your gossipy coworker shot an index finger out from where it was wrapped around a glass. “’Fore you puke.”

“I’m not gonna!” You sulked, looking forlornly for your drink.

“Get beau to dote on you! Wrap you like a burrito! Snuggle you or whatever shit romantic sacks do!”

“Ball sacks!”

“What?!”

You were laughing again; this one hurt.

“I lost my glass!”

“No, you didn’!” He was pointing again.

He needed to trim his nails.

“A’least there’s something on your stomach!” He tipped to the side, but it didn’t stop him. “Oh! Water, you’re de-hydrated. Wow, I said that one in one-one go.”

“Something wha-?!” Before you could finish the thought you saw a reel of photographs in your mind’s eye.

In the third person, you saw a cake being presented to Amira and you were standing three people off to the side.

Like animatic clips, three slides showed a cheer.

A gaggle of you hit the elevators.

Someone ran out from the pack and pointed to a bar.

The first round of drinks had been shared as a cohesive group along with appetizers.

Then more drinks.

Then, another round.

Merry go round.

Each had less people.

The bar sort of looked different afterwhile.

Blinking out of the view-master, your gossipy coworker was mid-sentence. “-and that’z when I figured out Catherine spiked the punch! The boss!? Can you believe!?”

You didn’t.

You had no idea what he was talking about.

Was your boss even named Catherine?

A murmur ripped through the crowd and all your gazes were tugged like a predator encroaching on a herd.

Amira had her hand up in the air and a glass to her lips where she was trying to drain it as quickly as possible.

Beside her several people were moaning.

Or was it groaning?

Was there a difference?

Glass empty, she came away with a refreshed gasp. “Sorry, y’all! Love you, but my ride’s here!”

“Amira!”

“Congrats!”

“This was so fun! I’ll see y’all at company events! I’m not dead! Francis, I’m looking at you!” With scissors she pointed out a man who threw a paper up to his face.

He lost.

“Party on, dudes!!!” She gave an accent and stuck out her tongue.

“Gross!” Your gossipy coworker made a repulsed face.

Amira began hugging down a conga line.

By the time she reached you, you did your best to return it as you were the last one almost out of sync.

She blew kisses and cheered as she exited with another girl in tow.

“Watch.” Your gossipy coworker was right in your ear and a shiver ran down your spine at his bad English accent. “As now, that the life of the party has left, the pack will slowly break apart without its alpha.”

You were about to tell him off when two people feigned yawning.

Looking particularly fake, another stretched and a new ripple of groans appeared.

It had to be ‘groan.’

A pair of men with arms slung around each other exited with goodbyes chasing them.

Someone else was on the phone.

Yawns were growing in size and engulfing people whole.

“The pack is no more.” With a bow and flourish that nearly hit your shoulder, he removed himself.

You turned to scowl. “Ya nasty!”

“Thank you!” With a point, he drained his glass and waved at the bartender.

“Another?!”

“I’m closing my tab!” He shot you a look at the corner of his eye before said man approached and he said the same sentence again. “You should do the same!”

“Tab… Wasn’t that a soda?!”

“You’re not tha’ drunk!” He screamed.

You didn’t realize you were squinting until his squished image had become too much for your facial muscles to bare. Relaxing was a relief. “Only a question!”

“Fine, it was. Everyone is on a mission tonigh-” The bartender reappeared and passed something off.

It distracted your coworker long enough so that the bartender could address you. “And you?”

“Same?!” Your voice echoed in your eardrums.

The beat was off.

The man left.

“Call beau!” Your gossipy coworker stabbed his receipt.

“Tha’s not his name!” You grouched and turned to lean against the counter.

“Wait, don’t tell me!” He tried to snap, but only succeeded in making a delicious sign with his thumb and second finger.

“I’m not gunna!” You rustled up your phone and flicked over to the contacts list.

He was leaning into your space, but only your head moved away.

In a flick, you went down to ‘D.’

There, at the top of the list was an outlier.

‘Da Vinky.’

You strung out a confused syllable, knowing full well your coworker was staring at your phone as well. “You’re right, I’m not drunk! What does this say?!”

Leaning straight over your shoulder and squinting as if he’d forgotten his readers, he was slow to register the entry. When he did, he recoiled away before roaring with a puff of his chest “Alright, that’s enough! I won’t have this!!”

You turned to him in alarm.

“You!” His finger was in your face and you subdued the urge to bite it off. “I’ve had juz about enough of all of you! You and everyone else keep trying to make me feel ancient! Do you know how old that meme is!?”

You did not.

“It’s not even the right artist!!”

“It’s not the righ-?”

You were struck in a very literal sense.

Da Vinky.

Who painted the Mona Lisa?

“No! That would be-” He huffed, bitter.

“Leonardo.”

It must have cut through the bar banter because the deadly quality to your voice shut your gossipy coworker right up. “Uh… yeah….”

Holding up your other hand to say you needed a minute, you began to step away.

How was that possible?

Your thumb appeared and clicked the contact.

There was no history.

No calls.

No texts.

The number was an outlier.

Your stomach bottomed out.

It was somewhere in your heel when you hit the phone icon.

Against the hum of the bar, you heard the percussive sound of the ring as slow motion brought the phone to your ear.

It rang exactly three times before there was an audible clicked answer.

“Y’ello?” He sang.

It was him. “How.”

“Oh! Ho ho!”

That laugh.

You needed to hear it again.

Confirm.

You had to be sure.

Everything was too loud.

Had it always been that way?

You shouldered past a group heading toward the back of the bar.

“What a surprise!”

Pushing, you breached a hallway.

There you had to kick open the bathroom door.

“Hot Friday night, I hear.”

With another full body motion, you were enclosed.

The silence was deafening.

“How is this possible?!” You hissed.

As if burned, you coiled against the sound of your own voice.

How long had you been shouting?

Ages by the burn of your throat.

Alcohol would soothe that.

“Hm? Excuse me? One, you called me, and two, I don’t know your life.” Leo snided.

You gave a stomp and resisted throwing out a finger much like a certain someone. “Stop playing stupid, Vorso twin!”

Ears adjusting, you heard the exact way Leo gave a single chuckle.

Sharp.

Sardonic.

Done with you.

When he began again, it curdled milk. “I mean, honestly I figured you’d text first what with it being the 21st century and all, but I already knew you were a forward one.”

“Cut the shit!”

“I slipped it into your phone at that little soiree.”

In a blink, you were on the dance floor.

“If your phone wasn’t bugged then I thought you might need a lifeline.” There was a rustle as if he was adjusting something. “Took you long enough. I’d forgotten all about it.”

Lids lifting, you were in a dirty bathroom.

Vertigo caught you from the rapid lash whips and you stumbled.

Catching a dirty sink, you refused the mirror. “Lifeline.”

“Mhm.”

“You left me to die saying you’d forget my name.” Your head pounded.

Would you ever get used to your own voice?

“Eyysssh.” You could hear his grimace. “In recap that sounds terrible, but can you blame me? I had to be tough to get through to you and I did. I saw it. I broke through that thick skull of yours. Since your phone wasn’t bugged can I assume good things?”

“He only-” Bugged it once.

That wasn’t quite right.

What were you saying?

What were you admitting?

“He…?” Leo drew out the phrase, leading.

“We’re still together.” Hand coming away from the counter, there was a tacky quality that clung to you.

“Gross.”

Could he see you?

You spun around.

Vertigo vetoed that option after two twirls.

Zeroing in on a paper towel dispenser, you activated its sensor.

Empty, it whirled uselessly and produced nothing.

It felt like watching your brain.

“What is your problem!?” Your eardrums vibrated the room.

“It’s patently gross!” You heard another scuffle, but this one you could see him standing up. “Also, no, shut up, I’m getting mad. Are you kidding me right now?!”

You could not take him yelling as well.

“Obviously!” You hiccuped. “I called you because I wanted to! Because there wasn’t a stupid contact in my phone by someone who touched it without permission while, double standard, is bitching about someone else who hasn’t.” Needing to move, you hobbled with a heavy leftward tilt.

“Hasn’t!?” He scoffed so loud the receiver bit it.

You had to pop your ears.

“Now I know that isn’t sarcasm because that’s the biggest load you’ve tried to serve yet.”

“Be shit, eat shit.” You snarked.

Leo groaned loudly before sighing. “No. Yes. Okay. As I’ve promised…”

You folded your free arm across your torso.

You had to keep yourself together.

This was a serious conversation.

About shit.

Important shit.

You were focused.

Steady.

Not about to run into a wall so you did a 180 just in case.

Only as a precaution.

“You… did not hang up.” His voice warped in what was clearly him checking his screen. “Why?”

“I don’t believe your excuse.”

“That I care?!”

“Yes!” It was like he was siphoning his share of your inebriation.

“You-!” He growled and then blew out an audible air to the side. He held it there for several beats before a sharp breath said he’d start fresh. “Are a perfect match because you are infinitely annoying. No!” There were several rhythmic thumps that you identified as stomps. “I was going to be cool! I was going to be better… No, shit! Can I ask a question? I have to ask a question before I can move on with this.”

Nearing the sink, you steered away from it and nearly ran into a stall. “What’s stopping you?”

Why not hang up?

Curiosity?

Really?

That couldn’t be it.

That got a cat.

Or did it bring it back?

Like a milkshake.

No, that was boys.

“Your phone is totally bugged. He’s listening right now. In fact, I bet he’s in the room with you! Say hi for me!” Skewed with mania, Leo’s sarcasm took a haunting edge.

“That’s not even a question! He’s not-!” Here.

You almost just admitted that.

To Leo of all people.

What was wrong with you?

You had to be serious.

You could do this.

How did it go?

Heel.

Toe.

Heel.

Toe.

You just had to walk a narrow line.

No one said it had to be straight.

You tried again. “It’s not bugged.”

“You…” Leo made an abrupt sound as he seemed to remember something. “Wait, are you in trouble? Are you okay?! Say something about ordering an angel shot. It’s code for help and won’t raise suspicions. You’re at a bar right? I could tell by the buzz.”

He was intuitive.

Hadn’t Donnie mentioned he was the leader?

Was that your buzz or something else?

“Leo.”

“Don’t say my name, stupid!”

“Ugh, would you quit?! It’s not bugged. I know for a fact!”

“He’s not there.” This time he said it with conviction.

He knew now.

Figured it out from your stupid delirium.

You were stupid.

You pulled your phone away to smack your forehead.

You needed to hang up.

“He let his pet out-Are you serious!? That-that makes no sense! None… none of this makes any sense! The phone is obviously bugged. You’re obviously lying. You’re being followed or he’s in the other room or this is all an elaborate set-up, with the guys in a dark room with their shady computers and their listening in and the longer you keep me on the phone, they track my location! Shit!”

Staring dumbfounded from where your phone had gone back to sleep, you could only bring the receiver back up to your face. “Are you okay?”

“No!” There was a loud bang followed by an equally pitched curse as Leo had clearly run into something. “Fuck!”

“Not okay…” You almost felt bad for him.

Almost.

“It doesn’t make sense.” His voice sounded far away.

That was true.

What was happening?

“He’s really not there.” He repeated, this time with clearer revelation.

You listened to the thin sound of electricity on the line.

It felt like it was singeing.

Burning up the alcohol in your system the longer it sizzled.

“You can answer.” His voice quieted and took on what felt like an honest tone. “I’m not going to do anything.”

You looked around the bathroom.

Had anyone come in?

You’d been so absorbed in the call that you had no idea.

You were alone if not.

He had a power.

What did you have?

Swimming.

Not him, you.

Not swimming, your mind.

Trying to shake the haze away, you took a deep breath of tinged air. It made you nearly gag and it must have relayed on the line.

“Y/N?”

You could do this.

Orange chains was Mikey.

That was burned into your mind first hand.

What was left?

Leo was blue and so were the portals.

That means he could make those.

What was Raph again?

Red what?

Roses?

He was pretty spikey.

He needed a trim.

“He’s…” You blew the gross away as best you could. “No, he’s not here. I’m out with some coworkers.”

“That doesn’t mak-“ He caught himself from repeating what was rapidly becoming his catch phrase. “He…?”

“He doesn’t let me do anything. I do what I want.” You huffed.

Dead air hummed.

You felt the need to explain, but squashed it.

“There’s no bug?” Leo’s voice was quiet.

“No! There’s no-!” Your other hand clipped your view.

Your tech gauntlet.

There wasn’t a bug.

There was a bot.

You paled.

Had you said his name?

You had.

“Shit.”

“Y/N.” Leo pressed.

“No, not shit-! I mean…” You just had to say that out loud.

“Uh…”

“I called you, did I not, Leo?” Your voice was too loud.

Who were you kidding?

You were a joke.

A comedic version of a human being.

A cartoon character.

And Leo twirled his mustache.

“That… sounds exactly what someone who is trying to beat a bug would say.” Leo sounded suspiciously.

Or put on a dunce cap.

“There’s no bug! How many times do I have to say it?! You’re so annoying!” You were about ready to flush your phone and start fresh with a new one.

Donnie would buy you one.

He could also make one.

Probably.

It still wouldn’t have a bug.

“Alright, alright! Calm down!” You could see Leo shaking his palms to usher you.

“Me?!”

“Yes, you! You’re stressing me out!”

“I’m stressing you out!?” You scrubbed a hand over your head. “Stop! Stop, stop, stop! Stop turning this around on me!”

“You started it.”

“I’m hanging up!”

“Why haven’t you already!?”

“Because-!” It’s weird.

All of this was so strange.

You felt like you were floating.

Swimming.

That made sense.

Finally, something did.

“There’s no bug.” Your anger evaporated into metaphorical waters. “There’s no trouble. There’s no trick. I was about to call Don and I saw your stupid contact. I hit call… I don’t know why. I guess… because I didn’t want to believe it was you.”

Silence was cut by someone opening the bathroom door. You mumbled an apology and stepped away even though there was nowhere to go.

They disappeared into a stall.

“Don, huh?” This time his distance was in his tone and not proximity.

That wasn’t what you expected. You wrapped your arm around yourself from where it had come away.

The pieces were coming together bit by bit.

“Yeah.” You could just envision Don’s face.

“You shared, I’ll share. Good will and all that. I… talked to the guys and they told me I was being an ass. Technically, they said a bunch of worse stuff that I won’t repeat, but basically, I promised them I’d be better. I… should be better. Should have been better. I’m not. I’m still not. I got caught right back up in the same shit, but it's been… How… long have you two been… together?” Leo sounded defeated.

Was that okay to share? “Just over a year.”

“That… that long, huh?”

Again, there was that dumbstruck note.

Was it that unbelievable?

You would say it never felt like it, but it always did.

You just had a very different reason to think so than him.

If only Leo knew.

Is that why you were still on the line?

“You have a year, I have a lifetime. I’m not saying I know him better. I don’t know the jackass at all. I’m just saying it’s a little harder for me to see any other perspective than my own.”

“Is that why Mikey came by?” What were you asking?

Was that the question?

Leo sucked in some air.

You wondered what his was like.

Surely it wasn’t shit filled like yours.

“For the record, I didn’t sanction that. No one did. Guy went out on his own. Fessed up after when I was asking him if he picked up those little wax wrapped cheeses I like, you know? Well, you wouldn’t know I like them. Well, now you do, I guess. They’re just so cute and I love how you peel the strip, it’s so satisfying and-” He cut himself off and you heard a poof that sounded familiar, but you couldn’t place it. “Point is, Mikey went by because he’s worried about you… I guess… we all are in our own ways.”

How did you respond to that?

Was there a point?

Did any of this matter?

Was it even happening?

Maybe you’d blacked out at the bar.

Maybe you were already home with Donnie.

Maybe this was all a dream.

“There are other forms of surveillance.” Leo noted. “No bugs, yes cameras. At the apartment at least.”

That had a new tone.

This revelation was sharp.

His probing had returned.

Or it had never left.

Careful.

You were supposed to be careful.

No.

He knew that.

He’d been raving about a bug.

Was he trying to psych you out?

You didn’t have the facilities to deal with all these scenarios.

At least you could see them happening now.

“You already knew that.” You tutted.

Leo chuckled. “After he confessed, I laid into Mikey about it. Yeah.”

“I get why Mikey would worry.” You held that resentment tightly.

“Right!? Thank you!” You could see Leo throwing his arms up. “I was the jerk? When he almost threw you into a building? Multiple times?! As if!”

You couldn’t help but give your own puff of laughter.

The person emerged from the stall and strolled right back out without washing their hands.

“Ew.”

“What? What happened? Hit me!” He sounded more gossipy than your coworker.

“What?” Déjà vu came on, but blew it away with a raspberry. “Oh, people not washing their hands after going to the bathroom.”

“Repulsive. Disgusting. The worst. Now let’s say, and I’m not talking about me, that someone were to do that on a regular basis, but it was just around their own home, lair let’s say, and it’s not like a wipe movement, if you know what I mean?”

You choked on a laugh. “What’s wrong with you?”

“Me? Nothing! We are talking about a hypothetical person and not a giant turtle man. I feel attacked right now, if I’m being honest.”

“So threatened.” You rolled your eyes.

Leo hummed and a bout of silence chased you.

You turned and glanced in the mirror.

You looked about the same as when you’d last glimpsed yourself at work.

Certainly not as wrecked as you felt.

“Any crime?” He tested, coy.

“You’re not even trying anymore.” Your expression went humorless.

“I’ve never tried anything.”

“Let’s talk about you.”

“Perfect. My favorite subject. My social security number is-”

“Leo!”

“I wasn’t actually going to give it to you! What do you take me for?!”

“I was trying to drag you, but I guess I’ll save it.”

“No, go back! I miss our witty banter.”

“Because we totally had that.” You shook your head.

“What do you want to know?”

“Why you’re taking my call on a Friday night.”

Even through the line, you could hear his mouth snap shut.

“I told you it was going to be a dig.”

“You did.” He chuffed. “You caught me.” He groaned as if stretching. “All alone. No hot date. Just me and a big ole’ bag of spicy chips that are totally going to give me heartburn. Were you having fun?”

“I was, my coworker got promoted.”

“Good for them!”

You had a bare smile on your lips. “Yeah, she’s great.”

Leo quieted and you could tell he was processing.

The need to defend Donnie rose again and you instead acknowledged it. That forethought gave you the ability to let it wash at your feet. It rose no higher than the ankle and you could stand with the soak. It gave you an odd clarity and the need to chance something. “Murders way down, like way down.”

Leo audibly choked.

You bit down on your lips to keep from cracking up.

“But not zero!? I’m not hearing a zero!?”

You hummed as if thinking it over and hoped the line would help cut off the giggles in your voice. “Zero is tough… Depends on the date…”

“Holy-!” There was a sharp stuffed noise that you identified as Leo flinging himself out of a chair of some kind. “Yeah, I’ll say! I need a fucking date!”

“Gosh, I knew you were alone on a Friday, but I didn’t know you were desperate...”

From where he’d clearly been moving, Leo sounds like he came to a dead halt. “Wait.”

A few squeaky giggles warped in your throat.

“You’ve got to tell me if that was a get. It was good if it was, but you’re legally obligated to tell me!”

“I am not.” You tried to put on authority to keep the juvenile statement from sounding that way.

“Miserable! You’ll give me an ulcer!”

“It won’t be me.”

“Stop! You’ve done enough!” You heard the crinkling that was distinctly a chip bag.

“Oh, I hear your date. I don’t want to keep you!”

Leo groaned so loud the phone cut out for a moment.

You finally gave into laughing.

“You’re really okay.” There was a sobering quality to his voice.

It was infectious. “Yeah, I am.”

“I gotta ask.”

You hummed an annoyed note for him to go on. He’d said that more than once.

“How?”

You tapped your foot. “We’re dating.” You looked toward the door. “We’re happy.”

Silence.

“Look this was… something, but I have to go.”

“Yeah…” He sounded almost sad.

“You… good?” Did you care?

“Just…” He seemed bewildered. “Dating. Dating? Dating…?! I was still pulling for the tech company kid thing.”

You sort of remembered that. “Guess you lost the pool.”

“Guess I did.”

“Night, Leo.”

“Y/N.” He called out.

“What?”

“Keep my number. Since he hasn’t erased it, he really… must not have seen it. Just… I…”

You waited.

Something was mounting.

“I get it. I mean, I don’t. I really fucking don’t, but I get that from your perspective, you wouldn’t like me or Mikey or Raph, but you don’t know us and I guess you know him and that is… something, but I’m still asking. Just keep it where it is, just in case and I get by asking, I’m raising the chances of you deleting it the second you get off the phone or whatever, but maybe… I don’t know… Maybe you won’t and for that I have to ask.”

You held out the line for as long as you were able. You then put on what you hoped was a clear voice. “What you think is going to happen, isn’t, Leo.”

He said nothing.

“It’s the same way you get it.”

Still.

You sighed. “Good night.”

“Night, Y/N. Be seeing you.”

Alarm bells sounded in your mind, but the phone went dead with an innate tone.

Why had he said that?

Standing in the empty bathroom, you turned.

You needed to get home.

Pulling your phone away from your head, it blinked alive for you. You slammed a finger down against it and navigated to the texting app. There you slammed the call button and wondered why on earth your more drunk self hadn’t done the same. It was why you had never seen the contact until now.

Who the fuck goes to their contact lists anymore?

Donnie picked up on the first ring. “Donatello, at your service.”

“I need you to pick me up.”

“What’s wrong?” There was a sudden urgency in his voice.

Was it urgent?

You weren’t sure.

Your voice must have sounded like it.

You rushed back out into the bar where it was still full of patrons.

People.

You needed to be around people.

Their thrum thinned the little mental processes you had been able to stir back up.

“Y/N.”

“How do Leo’s powers work?”

“Where are you?” He growled low.

“He’s not here! I don’t think at least…! Donnie!?”

“He would need to know where you are and how to get there.”

“Then he shouldn’t…” You flew to your old spot at the bar, but your gossipy coworker was gone.

“Permission to track your location.”

“The bar!” Not finding the man, you pulled your phone away to see if he’d left you a message. There, Donnie marked the last text chain and it revealed something else. “The bar… that I didn’t tell you about…!” You groaned and looked around. Not only could you not remember the name of this place, you were sort of aware that this was a second location. “I’m dropping a pin, one sec.”

Why had you drank so much?

Weren’t you allowed to cut loose?

“Received. En route.”

“Okay, yeah… I don’t-” The bartender made eye contact and translated he had something. You lowered your phone. “Yes?”

He nodded to his last customer before coming over to you. “Your friend had to go.”

“Oh…” Your shoulders dropped.

Were any of your coworkers still here?

Were you alone?

No, there was a packed bar.

“He paid your tab and left you a message.”

“He… What?!”

The bartender ignored your exclamation and rustled under the counter. He came up with a little ripped page from a notepad. “Nice guy, he was worried, but something came up I guess.”

“That… does not sound like him…” You picked up the note and shuffled it with your phone.

You could feel the bartender watching you.

There was a simple scrawled sentence that said your explanation would be payment enough.

“This sounds like him.” You sighed and folded up the page for later. “Thank you.”

The bartender nodded, waiting.

“Oh, yeah, uh…” Again juggling, you found your wallet and passed over a hefty tip. “Thank you.” You clarified.

The man nodded before giving some hesitation. “Are you alright?”

“No.” The sound popped out of you and you gave a horrified look before trying to translate that wasn’t what you meant. “I’m really stressed out. My boyfriend is coming to get me.”

The bartender searched you before giving a faint nod. “I’ll keep an eye out. Just stick around there.”

“I will.” You nodded, grateful you slapped down the extra tender.

Someone hailed him and he moved on. You watched him go for a moment before bringing your phone back up. “Sorry, Don… It’s been a whole night.”

“What happened?” There was a static that meant he was airborne.

“I…” Where you clutched the note, you saw your tech gauntlet. “Leo called me.”

A lie.

You could not believe you lied.

You lied to Donnie.

You lied to S.H.E.L.L.D.O.N.

The latter of which would very well know as much.

How could you explain it?

Shouldering your phone, you put a hand over the piece of tech as if he could feel it.

He couldn’t.

Still, you gave a squeeze and could faintly hear Leo’s voice.

Keep my number.

Why?

If you told Donnie, he’d surely delete it.

Why keep it?

Was it because Leo didn't know?

None of them knew.

It was the same reason you’d stayed on the line.

Donnie’s silence grew furious.

“He got it from the… villain gala, whatever it was called.” At least that was a half-truth.

Again, you listened to rushing air.

“He doesn’t know where I am.”

There was a sudden cut and you brought your phone down to see it was still ticking. It then hung up and you turned in time as the door opened.

Donnie looked surprisingly poised for having made it across the city in only a couple minutes. Honing in on you, he approached in two long strides and his arms extended. Holding yours out to meet him, he surpassed your hands to grab your forearms. There you felt the shake of anxiety and his head came down onto the shoulder with what you were now considering your mating mark. He rubbed there, as if to ground himself with it before coming up to search your face. “Full explanation.”

“I was a little drunk-”

Donnie nodded, clearly taking in your scent from the many others.

“I was about to call you to pick me up because people were calling it a night and… he called instead.”

There was a violent squeeze where Donnie had a grip on you, but he got hold of it before it became too much.

You pecked his cheek. He was doing surprisingly well, considering. “We mostly talked about how he thought there was a bug.”

Donnie’s face twisted up with revulsion. “Why bother?”

“Right?!” You gave a nervous exclamation and then dropped your gaze. “I barely told him anything. We… barely talked about anything. I made fun of him for being alone on a Friday… and it was all… so weird.”

Donnie nodded slowly.

“You’re not… mad?” You tilted your head.

He lit up as he registered your words and then softened. “I can name a hundred emotions I am, but mad is not one of them. Not at you.”

“But I answered… I talked to him… I-”

“You’re allowed.”

You stared at him, vestiges not allowing you to understand.

He finally let go to brush your cheek. “Trust, but if you’re concerned, what did you tell him?”

“That…” Flooded by his warmth, you turned slightly as the guilt of the lie nibbled at your conscience. “... there wasn’t a bug. That…” You chuffed and shook your head. “... I’m not some captive, we’re dating, and we’re… happy.” You turned to look at him, your heart feeling very much exposed.

Donnie took the information in with a calculated stare before he gave a tight nod. “If that is all, then there is little concern.”

“He didn’t… know…? Or believe me, I guess… That we’re…”

“I can’t imagine anyone who’s known me that long would.”

There it was again.

“It’s hard to imagine.” Your gaze dropped again and this time you stepped into your boyfriend.

He released your other arm as you pressed into his plastron.

“You’re… you…” You turned your head to lay an ear against his plastron and ruminated on how that didn’t explain much.

“I haven’t always been this version of me.” He spoke above you.

You nodded.

These variables weren’t something you were up for.

“Can we go home?”

“Of course.” One of his arms slung around you and the other did something to the bar counter.

“I already tipped him.”

“I doubt he’ll disagree to more.”

You snorted as you turned to leave with Donnie hovering close. Exiting the bar, the sticky near summer air clung to nightfall.

“The car is nearby or we can fly.”

“Let’s fly.” You mumbled, looking up and down the street.

“Did you leave something out?”

“Not… on purpose.” You forced your gaze back to Donnie as he led you over to an alley. “The rush, the nerves, asking about his powers… I’m antsy because of the weird way the call ended.”

“Which was?” His battle shell shifted to flight form.

Coming closer, he took you into his arms. “’Be seeing you.’”

A car drove by just outside the alley and, as it passed, its light threw an animalistic sheen to the outright rage in Donnie’s eyes.

Oh and check it: Leo did indeed get his tiny cheese!

By @thepinkpanther83 who is THE BEST FOR BEING BOTH A BETA BOSS AND DRAWING THE BEST PIC OF WEAK SPOT LEO!!!

HUGE SHOUT OUTS to my betas @tmntxthings and @thepinkpanther83 (MORE MORE) because they really went through it with re-writes! Love y'all!

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Nothing Else Matters

reference picture by @amisthiosintraining

anonymous said: Abby + Female reader, but it's Abby the one being f—cked with the strap on (I'm curious on that one)

Well, here you go. Abby and the reader have been hooking up for a while and the reader has managed to get their hands on some toys to make things more interesting. (5k words of SMUT)

content warning for bondage, light degradation and swearing, risk of exposure, ask to tag

Nothing Else Matters

The air in the room was damp and the smell of the sweaty bodies twitching and jumping reached your nostrils as you sat down to watch. You took off your sweater and placed it beside you, scanning the group of people for a familiar face.

There she was, her blonde braid flying as she whirled around, her face red and sweaty, full of concentrated rage. With an angry cry, she backhanded her partner across the face and sent him straight to the ground. She was glorious, muscles glistening in the neon light as she straddled the man on the ground and caught him in a headlock, grunting as she tightened her grip while he thrashed about trying to free himself. You could see her bicep flexing against his throat and his eyes widening at the sensation.

Finally, he tapped her underarm two times and she let go immediately, rolling off of him and laying on the ground next to him, arms and legs spread wide. The man with hazel hair and a short beard was half-coughing, half-laughing and clutching his throat while the other soldiers ignored the pair and kept training.

“Jesus Christ Abby, do you want to kill me?”

She huffed and sat up, giving him a pat on the thigh.

“You deserved it, always skipping combat training to fool around with Mel.”

“Oh, so that’s the reason you’re so angry! You’re jealous,” he laughed and immediately put his arms up in defense before she could slap him, but she only leaned back on her arms and shrugged. When she looked up, she caught your gaze and you almost believed she had known you were there all along. The look only lasted a moment, then she smiled back at Owen.

“I’m not, you know that. Why would I waste my time thinking about you when there’s someone a million times hotter than you?”

Owen gasped in feigned shock and sat up as well.

“Better than this beautiful face and these” - he flexed his biceps - “perfectly sculpted muscles?”

Now Abby actually slapped him. He stood up and reached out a hand to help her up.

“Come on, tell me who it is. A soldier?”

The blonde slapped his hand away and got up on her own.

“I’ll tell you if you win this next round. Let’s go!”

She clapped her hands and let him attack, dodging his first few punches with ease before knocking him back into another pair of fighting wolves.

You smiled to yourself and leaned forward to rest your elbows on your knees. As your thoughts drifted elsewhere, the heavy breathing and grunting became white noise and Abby’s arms were the only thing you saw.

Working as a cook, you had often seen her and her friends in the cafeteria, always joking around and making a mess, clearly the popular kids at the base. Abby had been the one to clean up after the boys and apologize for their behavior when they were gone, always making sure to thank your colleagues for their effort and be nice to everyone.

She had noticed you a few weeks ago when you were on your break, sitting alone at a table reading and enjoying the silence in the big hall between mealtimes. The wolf had come over and asked if there were some leftovers for her as she had missed lunchtime for an extra round of training. You had made her some food and kept her company, both of you quickly finding out you got along extremely well and had many shared interests, especially the books you liked to read.

It had gone very fast from there. Secret meetings in empty hallways, sneaking out from work to steal a kiss between the clothing racks, slipping into her room when Manny was away for missions, you always found your way into each other’s arms. While you hadn’t admitted to yourself that it was anything more than just sex, you also spent quite a lot of time just reading or watching movies together, cooking or playing cards and Abby had even shown you some self-defense and wrestling moves that always ended with the two of you naked.

While the wolf was usually very dominant and protective, it was entirely different when you were alone. After you had hooked up the first few times, she had asked you to be rougher with her, leaving you surprised but not at all disinclined.

You had found out that she actually liked to let go of all control and submit in the safe environment you had created for yourselves. While you had never really been super dominant before, you had quickly learned to enjoy this new role, always coming up with new ideas to make your lover squirm, suffer and cry beneath you.

Today you had something special in mind. Manny was out taking younger soldiers to an outpost for the first time and wouldn’t be back until tomorrow night, so you’d have the room to yourself.

Your friend Jessie was running a little secret business on the base and you had already purchased a few goods for yourself but never shared them with Abby. Jessie, a trained soldier that wasn’t on active duty because of an injury but still did regular patrol runs to secure the area, had made it her purpose to find all the sex shops in the city and bring back merchandise that was still good to use. Together with her girlfriend who worked in the clothing department, she had started to sell toys, lingerie, and anything of that kind you couldn’t get at the commissary.

You often had coffee with the two of them, referring them to new customers around the stadium and talking about your new sexual adventures. Of course they didn’t know your partner was Isaac’s top soldier, but they gave you a lot of good ideas. Today you had decided it was time to try something more daring. Jessie had shown you how to use the things you had bought and now they were lying in a bag between your feet, drawing your eyes and thoughts toward them and whispering to you about all the things you could do with them.

You were torn from your thoughts by the trainer in the corner clapping loudly.

“Alright guys, dinner’s in half an hour. Good work, I’ll see you on Wednesday. You too, Owen.”

She gave the grinning man a stern look, but he just winked at her and turned around to Abby.

“So, you gonna tell me who you’ve got your eye on?”

“Hell no, you lost three times. Try again next time.” Abby shoved him playfully and walked past him to collect her bag. She emptied half her water bottle in one go and looked up at you before splashing some water on her face. What a tease.

“You coming?” Owen was already at the door.

“I need a minute to talk to someone. I’ll see you at dinner.”

“Alright.” He shrugged and disappeared into the hallway.

The sweaty blonde casually came over to your bench and sat next to you, keeping a few inches between you.

“Did you enjoy the show?” You didn’t look at her but you could tell by her voice she was trying to stifle a grin.

“Oh, I most definitely did. It stopped far too soon though.” You turned your head and let your eyes wander over her freckled shoulders, her neck glistening with sweat and her chest still moving rapidly underneath the tight sports bra. “I was thinking maybe I could get a private encore back at your room.”

Abby suddenly sat up straight and her face seemed to go even more red than it already was. She was still staring at the floor in front of you, tightening her grip around the water bottle and biting her lip. You decided to take a risk and ran your fingertips over her lower back, otherwise completely relaxed and watching the remaining few people in case anyone noticed.

“You fought so well today, baby. What would they say if they knew how you surrender to me with a single word from me? How you’ll beg me to fuck you just for the chance of having my fingers inside of you?”

Abby let out a shaky breath and squirmed on her seat, a mere tilt of her head in your direction telling you she enjoyed this as much as she hated it.

“What would they say if they knew I have a rope inside my bag, waiting for me to tie you up and leave you completely defenseless at my mercy?”

Her knuckles were white from the tension in her hands and she pressed her thighs together.

“Baby…” she gave you a pleading look, “please stop torturing me.”

The last few people were clearing out and the trainer nodded at Abby who just raised a hand in greeting, trying to act normal. As soon as the room was empty you turned to her, grabbed her braid and pulled it down and towards you, her face only an inch from yours as a moan escaped her.

“Are you so needy already, you little slut?” You lightly pinched her breast and she whined, leaning into you and pressing her head against your collarbone.

“Please, please, baby, let’s go back to my room. I’ll do everything you want. I need you.”

You let go of her braid, stood up abruptly and turned to her. Abby immediately grabbed your thighs and pulled you in, pressing her forehead to the seam of your jeans. You put your hands on your hips and sighed.

“I don’t know, maybe we should have dinner first. Also, you need to shower, you’re filthy.”

In reality, Abby being all sweaty and hot made you want to pin her against a wall and lick her clean, but you kept that to yourself for now.

“Please, Y/N. I’ll be good. I can’t wait that long.”

You freed yourself and pulled her up, giving her a peck on the lips.

“You go shower. I’ll wait for you in your room.”

She smiled and quickly grabbed her stuff, stealing another kiss before rushing toward the community showers. Also not a bad place for some secret public action, you thought. Maybe in the early morning when no one was there. You could order the soldier to be quiet as you fucked her senseless and force her to relive the moment every time she took a shower afterward.

You slung the bag over your shoulder and grabbed your sweater, debating if you should make Abby have dinner with you in the cafeteria, teasing her the entire time and forcing her to keep calm in front of everyone while she was dripping wet for you. But you had to admit that you needed her, too. You could always get some leftovers for you later or wait until the morning when you had to work the breakfast shift anyway.

When you arrived at Abby’s room, you quickly looked left and right before entering and then headed straight for her bed. You took the smooth, black rope from your bag and laid it on the bed. Your second surprise could wait until later.

You let your fingers run over the spines of the books on the top bunk, smiling to yourself over the selection of old classics that definitely worked as a form of escapism from this place. Don Quijote, A Thousand and One Nights, The Adventures of Huckleberry Finn. Abby didn’t seem like it at first glance, but she was a dreamer, always mentally wandering off and spending her time in other realities, ones where adventures were something you chose to go on. No infected, no sad remnants of what the world had once been, but beautiful landscapes, interesting strangers, and the joy of being alone but never lonely, wandering but at home anywhere in the world.

Her life had never been easy and she had suffered unspeakable pain, but she always found something worth smiling for, worth living for and she loved letting go of all the sadness and harshness and enjoying herself in those short, sweet moments when everything was okay.

Your time together had definitely made her happier than she had been in a long time and you were so, so good at letting her escape this reality and carrying her somewhere else.

The door opened and you snapped out of your reverie, turning around to see a freshly showered Abby come down the stairs to the lower part of the room. She was wearing shorts and a tank top, unintentionally showing off her round shoulders, her breasts, and her thick, hard thighs stretching out the fabric of her shorts as she walked towards you. Her hair was still wet and she had already brushed it, the dark strands falling over her shoulders and framing her beautiful, still slightly flushed face.

“Hey baby,” she murmured and moved in for a kiss. Her lips were incredibly soft, gently brushing against yours and opening slightly for her tongue to touch your upper lip. You grabbed the back of her neck and pulled her in, immediately deepening the kiss, dipping your tongue into her mouth and biting the blonde’s bottom lip. She sighed and fell into you, pushing you towards the bed but you grabbed a fistful of her hair and pulled without too much force, just enough to make her stand straight and look at you with pleading eyes. She knew it wasn’t going to be that easy.

You took a step back and looked her up and down.

“Clothes off.”

Abby’s eyes quickly went to the privacy shield next to her bed that she normally used to get dressed without half the stadium being able to see her naked, but you shook your head and she dropped her gaze, blushing again. You watched her as she pulled up the shirt over her head, revealing her freckled chest, perfectly sculpted abs and hard, dark pink nipples in the center of soft, ivory flesh.

When she ran her thumbs along the waistband of her shorts, she stared at you defiantly but you just held her gaze and smiled. You knew she was probably already dripping wet, secretly liking the risk and humiliation. If anyone were to walk by below you or stare up from afar knowing who’s room they were looking at, they would see the two of you facing each other, one clothed and one completely naked, the tension between you almost flickering in the air.

You stepped aside and pointed towards the bed.

“On the bed, Abigail.”

The wolf shuddered at your use of her full name and you could see goosebumps forming on her arms. She lay down on the bed and you took the rope, very content about her eyes widening at the sight. Before you could say anything she held out her hands, breath catching in her throat.

You wrapped the black rope around her wrists, gently pulling it tight, and tied her hands to the metal rods at the top of the bed. Still having a few meters left, you tied the next knot around Abby’s left ankle, fastening it to the bed frame pressed to the wall and doing the same to the other foot, spreading her legs and pinning them in place.

You crouched down next to her head, brushing a strand of hair out of her face and cupping her cheek with your hand.

“I know this is new for you and I promise you, I’ll never do anything you don’t want. Just say the safeword and I’ll stop.”

The blonde nodded, squirming in her restraints.

“Abby, I need to hear you say it.”

“I’m okay. I’ll let you know if something is wrong. Now can you please fucking touch me already?” She bucked her hips up and tried to pull down her hands to touch you, grunting in frustration when the rope didn’t let her move an inch.

You reached out and ran your fingertips over her collarbone, her chest and down over her stomach, stopping right above the curls between her legs. She tried to press her legs together to get some form of friction but and whined when she couldn’t, but you just let your fingers wander further down her leg and up the other, caressing the inside of her thigh. When your fingers came closer to her sex, her breathing got faster and she stopped moving, hoping you would grant her a touch now that she was good.

Watching her face, you ran a finger along her hot folds, immediately coating your fingertip in her juices. She gasped when you stopped to draw small circles around her clit.

“So wet already? God, you just love being completely in my power.”

You dipped your finger in the pooling wetness, holding back for just a moment longer. Abby was already a mess beneath you, her legs twitching and her back arching in response to your teasing. You suddenly pulled your hand away and her eyes flew open to stare at you with a mixture of frustration and pleading.

“What if I just let you lie there while I get myself off over here? Make you watch without being able to do anything about it while you lie in your own juices? Take you to dinner after while you’re all needy and soaked?”

Abby’s mouth twisted into a pout and she looked like she was about to cry.

“Please, Y/N, please touch me. I can’t take it any longer. Please?” The last word was a whine and you decided to stop being cruel.

With one swift motion, you pushed two fingers all the way inside her. The blonde cried out and immediately pushed back against your hand, craving more. You slowly pulled your fingers back out and made sure to catch her gaze as you put them in your mouth and licked them clean.

“Such a sweet girl.”

Her eyes were full of longing when she accepted your fingers into her mouth, sucking on them as she looked up at you. You moved your hand downwards again, pushing your fingers inside her much slower this time and pulling them out again, beginning to stroke her in a slow rhythm.

With your other hand, you squeezed her breast and trailed your fingers over her nipples before running your fingers along the delicate skin of her jaw and throat.

You picked up the pace, fucking Abby harder while her whining got louder. Curving your fingers upwards and letting them flutter against that tender spot inside her, you heard her breath stop for a second before she let out a high pitched moan. You didn’t give her time to catch her breath, now hitting her in all the right spots, your fingers thrusting deep inside her and your thumb on that sweet, pulsing nub that had patiently waited for its turn.

It was wonderful, watching the small muscles on her stomach contract and her broad thighs pull on the restraints as she got closer and closer. Her whole body was tensing up and her moans got faster and higher until she cried out “I’m gonna cum, can I please cum!” and you immediately pulled your hand away.

She almost screamed in frustration.

“Baby, please, I’m so close!”

You slowly drew your digit along her bottom lip.

“Only if you ask me nicely. No cumming without my permission.”

She licked the tip of your finger and looked up at you.

“I promise I’ll be good, please.”

You lightly scratched her stomach on the way down and she trembled at the sensation. This time you lightly placed two fingers on her clit and started rubbing it in slow circles, never losing your pace as your lover’s moans got louder again. As soon as she asked if she could cum, you stopped moving but left your hand in place, keeping her dangerously close to the edge and to the possibility of a ruined orgasm.

The wolf was now actively fighting her restraints, pulling her hands downwards and trying to get loose but you had known what you were doing and the knots didn’t budge. Some strands of hair had fallen into her face, a thin coat of sweat was glistening on her forehead and between her breasts. She was a mess.

“Baby, please, please, I’m begging you. Please let me cum.”

You slid a finger inside her again, brushing against her g-spot as you gently put your other hand on her lower stomach and pressed down. She arched beneath you, pushing her hips into your touch and letting out a much deeper, almost animalistic groan. You took your time driving her closer and closer to that sweet high and waited for her to ask again, knowing she was scared to lose your fingers again but also not wanting to be punished for not asking permission.

Finally, she couldn’t wait any longer. “Can I please cum, please, please, oh god -”

The words fell from her lips just as you pressed the pad of your thumb to her clit.

“Cum for me, baby.”

You were out of breath, pressing your thighs together to soothe the ache that had been growing between your legs. Suddenly the wolf beneath you cried out, her entire body twitching and convulsing around your fingers as you carried her through her orgasm. When she finally stopped moving, the room was filled with the sound of both of you panting and the smell of sex, sweat and heat had spread in every corner.

Slowly, you pulled your fingers from the blonde’s body and got up. She was still disoriented and gave you a confused look as you bent down to pick up your bag.

“You gonna cut me loose here?”

You didn’t reply, instead choosing to pull your shirt over your head and take off your pants and ignoring your lover’s squirming.

“I got something else for you. I know I already make you scream with the touch of a single finger, but I think it’s time I gave you something bigger.”

Her eyes widened as you pulled a harness and a small package out of the bag. Sitting down next to her, you opened the carton and pulled out a black silicone dildo. Abby visibly shifted next to you and pressed her lips together, unwilling to give away her thoughts. As if she had any chance of hiding from you how much she wanted you to fuck her senseless, to make her see stars and completely destroy her.

You turned to her. “I need you to tell me what you want. We can do this another time or not at all. I’m all ears.”

You knew exactly what you were doing. While being an absolute service top, it was also extremely fun to watch Abby blush and stammer trying to pluck up the courage to tell you what she wanted. She was always so shy and embarrassed about wanting to be dominated, so you had made it your little game to force her to admit it.

“You can do whatever you want with me, baby.”

“Oh Abs, you know you don’t get it that easily. What do you want me to do with it?”

She tried to avoid your gaze.

“You could fuck me with it?” she mumbled.

“I didn’t hear you. Speak up.” Oh, this was so much fun.

“Fuck you! You heard me right, you’re just teasing me.”

You slapped her breast and she sucked in a sharp breath.

“You don’t speak that way to me, you little whore. Don’t think I haven’t noticed how you’ve been eyeing that dick. You want me to fucking ruin you and you’re too cowardly to say it. How disappointing.”

With a theatrical sigh, you got up and took a few steps towards your clothes on the stairs.

“Wait, baby, please. I’m sorry. Please.”

You turned on your heel and stared at her, lifting a brow.

“Come here, please. I want you to fuck me. Fuck me until I can’t do anything but scream your name. Please, baby.”

Satisfied, you stepped into the loops of the harness and put the dildo through the metal ring, pulling everything tight as you felt Abby’s eyes roaming over you. Then you were next to her and started untying her feet. On second thought, you loosened the rope around her wrists as well.

“I’m not making this easy for you by tying you up. Your hands stay at the head of the bed. If you touch me, I’ll stop. If you behave, I’ll think about letting you cum a second time.”

The fear in Abby’s eyes was exhilarating. She nodded.

“Am I allowed to make noise?”

You thought about it for a second, then you agreed. This was the first time with a strap on, it would surely be hard enough to keep her hands still.

Checking to see if you’d need more lubrication, you inserted a finger into her - she was dripping wet.

“Pathetic.”

Before she could respond, you spat into your hand and coated the dildo in it. The wolf audibly swallowed at the sight. You knelt between her legs, rubbing your hand over her abs and breasts and mixing your saliva with her sweat. Goosebumps grew on her freckled skin.

Slowly, you lined yourself up with her throbbing cunt and started pushing into her. When you were all the way in, you stopped for a moment so Abby could adjust to the size. You slowly ran a hand up her body again and wrapped your fingers around her throat.

“I want to hear you.”

She gasped as you pulled out just a tiny bit and thrust back into her.

“Fuck me, please. I can take it. Fuck me hard.”

Without taking your hand off her, you pulled all the way out and watched her face as you pushed back into her with deep, hard strokes. She melted in your fingers. Her expression was a mixture of surprise, lust, satisfaction, a little bit of pain and an ever-growing hunger.

“Faster, baby,” she whined, her hands twitching towards your face for a moment before she stopped herself and pushed her hips up against you instead.

Deciding the wolf had begged enough, you straightened up and started picking up a faster pace. She started moaning, arching her back and pressing her hands against the metal bed frame. Going faster and faster, you savored every second of seeing her writhe beneath you, hearing the slaps of your skin against hers and the delightfully obscene wet noises her cunt made as it swallowed every thrust.

The strap on and the leather front of the harness worked just right in putting pressure on your clit, your breathing getting harder from effort and arousal at the same time. With one swift motion, you grabbed Abby’s ankles and pulled them up on your shoulders to get a deeper angle.

She let out a deep, coarse moan coming from deep within her and her eyelids flew open. Giving her a devilish smile, you folded your arms around her legs and began slamming your hips into her, your groans falling into the rhythm of Abby’s cries. Her biceps flexed deliciously as she pulled on the bed frame and threw her head back in ecstasy, a steady flow of curses streaming from her mouth.

Losing strength in your arms, you let go of her legs and they fell to your sides as you dropped forward onto your lover’s chest, keeping a steady pace. The friction to your own core was much stronger now and you felt yourself getting close to the peak.

“Touch me, now!” you commanded and her arms flew down and closed around your back, holding you close while digging her nails into your skin. She dragged them down as you fucked her harder, leaving burning streaks on your shoulder blades. Her legs also closed around your hips, amplifying your thrusts into her as you grabbed a fistful of her hair and made her scream out in pain and pleasure. You wanted her to cum with you, to ride this high together.

“Baby, I’m so close.” Finally.

“Come for me, Abby.” You sank your teeth into her throat and tightened your grip in her hair, grinding into her with all your strength until you both started crying out each other’s names, scratching and grabbing at each other’s bodies as waves of pleasure rushed over you and made you twitch and shake.

Still inside her, you lay on Abby’s chest, both of you coated in sweat, spit and each other’s juices. She ran a hand through your hair and drew the pad of her thumb over the red marks on your back.

“Oh Y/N, what are you doing to me?”

You reached back a hand to loosen the straps of the harness and lifted your head to look at the flustered blonde. Slowly, you pulled out of her and enjoyed the almost unnoticeable twitches of her face, small echoes of the sensations she had felt minutes before. The strap on fell to the floor with a heavy thud and you both had to laugh at the sound.

Abby sighed and pulled you closer.

“I think every single person on the base either saw or heard us. Or both.”

You buried your face between her breasts and soaked in her wonderful musk before licking a line all the way up to her earlobe.

“Do you care?”

She laughed again, her chest vibrating against yours.

“Not really, no. When I have you, nothing else matters.”

You both paused for a second, letting that sentence sink in. Carefully, you placed a soft kiss to her lips and she deepened it, caressing your tongue with hers and gently biting your bottom lip.

You would have to have this conversation sometime soon. But right now, it was enough to feel the deep, intense connection between you as you nestled your face in the crook of your lover’s neck and she pulled a sheet over both of you, enjoying this moment together without thinking of anything else, especially not the future.

When you were together, nothing else mattered.

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nvvermore · 3 years

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Came In Close

Amaryllis spends an evening with Vissenta, and later has a moment with Julian

[Takes place before Just Ask by @vissenta-senadz]

words: 1456

NSFW: light bondage, mutual masturbation, implied face sitting, feelings

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The tension between Amaryllis and Vissenta and Julian never went away. Not after the first night they all had together, and only got more intense after the second. Amaryllis had told themself after that there would be no more nights.

But they couldn’t possibly hold themself to it, not when Vissenta looked at them like that and the flush Julian responded to all their taunting with. Amaryllis was incapable of resisting them, incapable of denying their offers to come up with them at the end of the night. Even if each time they obliged the couple, they only fell deeper and deeper.

Now, Amaryllis was visiting with Vissenta at the home she shared with Julian, who was still busy at his clinic. The two magicians were sitting side by side, Amaryllis peering down at Vissenta’s hands as she sorted out her deck. They had only caught a glimpse of the spread she was using, but she had quickly swiped the reading away before they could recognize it.

Amaryllis didn’t ask, just silently took their place next to Vissenta. As their feelings for her— and Julian— became stronger and more complicated, they found they had less to say. They weren’t pulling away, but interacting with the couple in the same manner they always had with everyone else superficially felt wrong.

After a few moments of comfortable silence, Amaryllis reaches for Vissenta’s mussed braid. Gently, they begin to undo it, their pale fingers running through her dark strands. Vissenta draws in a sharp breath when they drag their nails lightly across her scalp. Her hands still, no longer shuffling the cards.

Amaryllis decides now is the time to break the silence.

“So, have things become any clearer for you recently?”

Vissenta doesn’t answer, not right away, instead just letting her eyes flutter shut and relaxing against their hands. They were content to wait for as long as she needed, continuing in their attentions to her hair.

“They have,” she finally says, “maybe even too clear.”

Before Amaryllis can inquire further, Vissenta’s lips are on theirs. It’s startling, but if it's what Vissenta needs from them, they’re happy to oblige.

Their grip in her hair tightens, pulling her into them, opening her up with their tongue. The desperation from Vissenta was a different kind than normal, her need for comfort standing out to Amaryllis.

“Vissenta, chérie,” they pull away, “let me take your mind off of it then.”

“That might be difficult, considering it’s always on you.”

Amaryllis tries to mask their surprise. “I- then, let me take care of you.”

“Upstairs.”

Once in the bedroom, with Vissenta on her back and Amaryllis over top of her, as they try not to think too hard about being up here with her.

This time, Amaryllis goes slower than they normally do with her.

They kiss Vissenta’s lips until she’s gone boneless beneath them, working open her bodice little by little. By the time they’re finally slipping her dress down, ruby lips brushing over all her newly revealed skin, she’s panting.

“Already so wound up just from a little kissing?” they taunt once she's entirely bare before them.

“Don’t tease me,” she pouts.

“Oh, I haven’t even begun to tease you yet.” Their fingers trail down her torso, stopping just short of where the dark curls between her thighs start.

“Amaryllis…”

“Why don’t you be a good girl, and tell me exactly what you want?”

“I want to feel you.”

“My hands are on you, my lips were just all over you, you’ll have to be more specific.”

“Against me. You’re wearing too much clothing.”

“Am I? I think I’m wearing just enough, I look wonderful.”

“You look beautiful,” Vissenta says, just a little too earnestly, and their stomach does a flip. “Now take it off.”

“Since you’ve asked so nicely…”

Amaryllis steps back, dark gaze never leaving Vissenta as they slowly unbutton their collar. On the bed, she props herself onto her elbows to get a better view of her private show. Their fingers dance at the hem of their dress, lifting it a little at a time. When they’ve lifted it to their hips, the lack of anything else underneath it is obvious, and Vissenta lets out a quiet moan.

“You like that, chérie?”

She spreads her legs. “See for yourself.”

“Oh, I will.”

Amaryllis continues their strip tease, taking their time peeling off their dress and rolling their stockings down. They settle down in between Vissenta’s still spread legs, laying over top of her, pressing against her as much as they can to oblige her request. Red lips capture hers again, and when she tries to touch them, Amaryllis pins them above her. Fingers ghost down to slip into her folds and Vissenta gasps.

Amaryllis pulls back from her, retreating to the other side of the bed. Vissenta pouts and moves to follow, but is pulled back down against the bed by an invisible force.

“I told you I hadn’t even begun to tease you.” Amaryllis leans back against a pile of pillows and spreads their legs for her to see. Lazily, they run their fingers down their body, one hand going to pinch at a nipple and the other trailing down between their legs. “Maybe I’ll just leave you like this. Make you watch me get off to just looking at you.”

It doesn’t take very long for Vissenta’s begging to win Amaryllis over today.

“Touch yourself,” with a flick of their wrist, Vissenta’s hands are freed, but she’s still anchored down.

“You said you’d take care of me. I can do this without you,” she groans.

“But do you want to do it without me?”

Vissenta watches Amaryllis watch her, hand drifting down to rub at her clit. They’re sure she can see how wet they are for her, how effortlessly they slip their fingers inside. Across the bed, they can see the way Vissenta’s toes curl and eyelashes flutter in pleasure.

“Tell me what you’re thinking about,” Amaryllis commands.

“You tying me up for real, to the bed, to a chair, rigging me up somehow, anything. Making me taste you while I can’t move an inch, can’t do anything but lay there and take it.”

Amaryllis hums. “You want to taste me?”

Vissenta nods. “Please,” she moans. Amaryllis pulls their fingers out from inside of them and crawls over to Vissenta. They slip them into her mouth, eagerly licking up every drop of them that she can get.

“Good girl. Now come for me, and I'll let you taste as much as you’d like.”

- - -

Hours later Amaryllis wakes. Vissenta is still cuddled against their front, cheek on their chest and arm slung over their hip. But now, there's an addition of another presence against their back, and their first instinct is to seize up.

“Darling, it’s just me,” Julian whispers, punctuating it with a kiss on the top of their head. He slides his hand around their waist, pulling himself tighter against them. “I was trying not to wake you two, but I’m home now.”

Something about hearing the word ‘home’ while in Julian’s arms, with Vissenta in theirs makes Amaryllis all misty-eyed. They should probably leave, surely Julian has had a long day and just wants to snuggle up with his wife, and here they are, literally in the way. But he’s not kicking them out, but bringing them closer, his lips ghosting across their neck. They must have been sleeping so soundly to not have heard him come in, and they can’t remember the last time that’s even happened.

Amaryllis blinks their eyes open and turns their head back to look at him. “Ilya,” they smile sleepily. They would be overjoyed to stay like this forever, if the two of them would allow it. It’s often they entertain the concept in daydreams, and as of late they’ve come to the conclusion that Vissenta and Julian would let them. “We missed you.”

Julian’s adoring whisper grounds them. “I missed the both of you too.” Amaryllis is surprised, just as they had been by Vissenta earlier in the evening.

And again, when he leans forward to kiss them, soft and sweet. For a moment after, Amaryllis just watches him. His exhausted eyes, full of what they can only describe as adoring, the same way he looks at Vissenta, looking at them.

“I love you,” Amaryllis whispers to him, the confession out of their mouth before they can stop it. They try to ignore the way the rhythm of Vissenta’s breathing falters, and that hopefully the sharp inhale is from whatever she’s dreaming about.

Despite his exhaustion, Julian’s face lights up, and to them it’s far more radiant than the moonlight streaming through the curtains.

“And I love you.”

#takes ten yrs to write anything #just a lil braindead is all #amaryllis leroux #vissenta senadz #julian devorak #visamilya #as a treat #amie fic #my fic

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Sex Toy Advent Calendar: Day 4: Scarlet Silk Scarf

Fandom: HTTYD

Rating: E

Pairing: Hiccup/Astrid

Words: 2515

Summary: Day 4 of the Sex Toy Advent Calendar. Hiccup and Astrid aren't sure of what to make of today's gift. But a little creativity is more than enough to make up for that.

AN: These shorts get a lot longer than intended. Which means they take longer to write, too. Ah, well... That way, I'll have fun with them well into the next year.

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. o O o .

Frowning in slight confusion, Hiccup held the box of the day in his hands as Astrid inspected the content. In opposition to the previous boxes, this one was golden, with the word ‘four’ written in black letters along one side. It was bigger than the previous ones, but not by much. The content, though…

“Okay, and what exactly is that supposed to be?”

Astrid shrugged, holding a strip of scarlet red cloth in both her hands. “I’m not entirely sure, to be honest,” she murmured. “Some sort of scarf, I think? We could use it as a blindfold.”

She wrapped the scarf loosely around her eyes, and Hiccup had to admit that it was an intriguing sight. The fabric shimmered red, golden, or black, depending on how the light fell on it. And after the experiment with the bondage tape, he'd gained a bit of a taste for blindfolding her.

Out loud, he said, “That's a possibility. But how about we discuss this tonight? We should get going now. Do you want me to drop you off at work?”

On Fridays, their work schedules usually matched. So unless she didn't have additional appointments in the afternoon, driving together made more sense.

“Yeah, that would be great.” She stretched to place a quick peck on his lips. “And hopefully, we can come up with a few ideas for what to do with this thing until tonight.”

There was a hungry glint in her eyes, and Hiccup knew that wherever this night would lead them, it would be intense.

. o O o .

When Hiccup picked her up from work again, she greeted him with another kind of hunger, though.

“I’ve decided we're getting pizza for tonight.”

Raising an eyebrow at her, he started his car and drove off the carpark. “Really? I didn’t expect you to want to get a too full stomach these days.” Honestly, sex while being stuffed was no fun.

Astrid groaned, then pondered for a moment. “Oh, the conflict… But I need pizza today. We could… only eat one slice and safe the rest for later. Pizza still tastes great, even when it cooled down a bit.”

Chuckling, Hiccup shook his head. “So, your day at the office was that bad?”

“Worse!” she grumbled. “I swear, if that woman ruins only one more conversation by switching the topic to her exceptional cooking skills, I'm going to split her head with an axe.”

His lips twitched, but Hiccup was wise enough not to comment on this directly. “Pizza it is then,” he agreed.

. o O o .

An hour later, Astrid's mood had considerably improved. Hiccup had made a detour to drive by her favourite pizzeria instead of just getting the usual from the one near their home, and after two slices of cheesy perfection with ham and tuna, she'd forgotten all about her annoying co-worker.

Eyeing the rest of her Pizza, she sighed. “I’m so torn. This pizza is so good, but if I eat more now, I won't do anything else anymore tonight.”

Chuckling, Hiccup pushed his pizza box away from him. He’d only eaten one slice so far, but then he didn’t need to drown work-related frustration, either. “Why are you holding back? Do you have any other plans for tonight?” he asked artlessly.

Astrid threw him a deadpan look, and he couldn’t help but laugh.

“Okay, okay, I haven’t forgotten about today's box. But seriously, what are we supposed to do with that thing?”

“Oh, I’ve thought of a few things.” She jumped up to get the scarf from their bedroom while Hiccup went to put away the pizza for later.

“First, I could use it to make sure you don’t run away from me,” Astrid said as she retired to the living room and found it empty, a mixture of humour and exasperation in her voice.

She followed him into the kitchen, and when he turned to put away their glasses, he found himself trapped with the scarf around the back of his neck as she pulled him into a deep kiss. Humming against her lips, Hiccup gave in to his demanding girlfriend. Not that that was much of a chore. He’d been looking forward to this all day as well, but it was just so much fun to tease her.

Astrid didn't loosen her hold on him until he gave in completely, his hands wrapped around her waist and their tongues entangled in an intricate dance. However, when she pulled away and let the scarf glide along his neck, the satin did interesting things to him. Like a lightning sparking through his entire body and making blood pool down below. He didn’t get the chance to focus on that sensation, though, Astrid drawing his attention again right away.

“Or you could use it to bind my hands again,” she suggested, and wrapped the scarf around both her wrists in one fluid motion. “I had the impression you enjoyed that a lot.”

An appreciative groan rumbled from somewhere deep within his chest as his eyes caught on her bound wrists. “It’s not as if you didn’t enjoy it too,” he murmured in a deep voice, rougher than usual. She was right though, he'd enjoyed tying her up more than he’d ever expected and hoped that he could do something like that again, soon.

“Mmm, true,” she said dreamily. Then her eyes lit up with an idea. She freed her left hand, then held the other one out to him, with a inviting gleam in her eyes and the scarf still wrapped around it.

“You want me to…?”

She nodded, a smirk tugging at her pretty pink lips.

Swallowing, Hiccup reached for the scarf and tied it around her wrist. He made sure that it wasn’t too tight, even as the satin made his fingers tingle, distrsacting him. What was it with this fabric?

Once he was done, Astrid moved quicker than he could react. She looped the other end of the scarf around his left wrist and fastened it with a knot. Then she paused, her eyes searching his. “Is this okay?”

Hiccup gazed at their hands, at the scarf hanging loosely between them. There was enough slack for them to move, a little less than half a metre, but not enough to put any considerable distance between them. “Aye, I think it is,” he murmured, his tongue darting out to wet his dry lips. “And what now?”

“Now, we can play around a little.”

She put her arm behind her back and pulled him along until he held her in a loose embrace, then leaned in until they aligned their bodies from head to toe.

“We can do something like this,” she breathed, her lips ghosting over his. “Or something like this.”

Hiccup wasn’t sure how she’d done it, but only a heartbeat later, he found himself turned around, with his bound hand on his back and his front pressed against a wall. It made his heart beat faster, pumping blood down into his groin, and he suddenly felt very hot. She was so strong, and he loved it.

He yelped when her hand found its way to his ass, followed by a low groan as she squeezed suggestively. “Mmm, honestly, your ass is to die for,” she purred, stretching to reach his neck with her mouth.

Hiccup’s mind was spinning, barely able to catch up. How easily Astrid had manhandled him, her teeth against his skin, her hand on his ass, and the sensation of that satin… It was an intoxicating mix, enough for him to not even notice how Astrid opened his belt and zipper, moaning wantonly when she found him half hard already.

Before she could do more, however, he finally regained some control. Distracted as she apparently was, he had no problem with turning the situation around on her, and only moments later, she found herself with her back against his chest, his arm and the scarf wrapped around her to hold her in place.

“Two can play this game, Milady,” he whispered against her neck, voice husky with arousal. His hand wandered to the buttons of her blouse, popping them open one by one and revealing a black bra with cute green details beneath. One of his favourites.

Astrid chuckled, a little breathlessly, and used her position to grind her cute little ass against his growing erection. “And here I thought you’d already given up.”

The game went on like this for a good while longer. One would use the scarf and how it connected them to pull the other into a new position, using the moment to steal a kiss or to grope and to keep undressing them. It was slow progress, like a dance, except that no dance had ever left him this needy and wanting. Or had made him adore his partner with the same intensity he felt for Astrid right now. She truly was perfect in every aspect, beautiful, strong, sexy, witty, funny, and sometimes a little crazy.

“I love you,” he rasped into her hair as he held her much like she’d held him before, he front against the kitchen wall. Their playful dance… striptease… whatever had led them nearly through the entire flat, neither of them caring so long as it got them a minor advantage.

Astrid gasped, his words accompanied by a teasing pinch on one of her hardened nipple. “L-love you too. But, fuck, Hiccup, I need you now.” She turned around in his grip, so easily as if his efforts meant nothing, and slung one of her long legs around his hips.

Caught off guard by this development, Hiccup didn’t even think twice. He reached for her other leg to hold her up, his cock gliding into her as if it belonged there, and guided by her urgent movements, he thrust in deep right from the start.

“Fuck, yes! Just like that!”

Astrid’s breathy moan did nothing to help him regain coherence. His bound hand found hers and pressed it against the wall behind her, their fingers entwined. It was more difficult to hold her with only one arm like this, his amputated leg nearly buckling beneath him, but with her legs helping by holding on to him it was manageable. And he felt as if he needed the intimacy of their hands entwined, didn’t want to let go of her.

“Come on, baby,” she moaned, the fingers of her free hand digging into his shoulder. “Fuck me hard!”

After their endless foreplay, Hiccup didn’t need to be told twice and complied with eager abandon. His hips surged forward, her heat welcoming him, so sweet that he forgot everything else. Nothing mattered anymore, nothing but Astrid.

And she seemed to enjoy it. She moved with him, gasping and with her hips meeting his at every thrust. She was mesmerising to watch, sweat beading on her skin and a beautiful flush wandering up her chest. Every second, every thrust, every moan or outcry brought them higher, closer to the edge.

It wouldn’t need much more now. Her legs were clinging to him, pulling him in deeper. The fingers of her right hand clutched at his with all the urgency of her impending climax, while the nails of her other hand dug deeply into his shoulder.

Hiccup groaned, the pain spurring him on even more. He moved faster, thrust harder, revelling in her desperate keening, the way she grew tighter with every passing second. Close, so close.

When she came, it was with a lewd moan, her back arched, pressing her breasts up against his chest. She looked amazing, so beautiful, her body all but glowing and her eyes screwed shut. And the way she clenched around him…

“F-fuck, so good!”

Unable to hold out any longer, Hiccup gave in and followed her into bliss. With a few last jerky thrusts, he carried them both through to the end, his curse going over into a drawn-out groan.

Once it was over, he carefully guided her legs back down to the ground. He leaned his forehead against hers, both trying to catch their breath as reward hormones and bliss surged through them.

“That was… yep… totally worth forgoing more pizza.”

Unable to help himself, Hiccup burst out laughing. He leaned more heaving against her and buried his face in her hair, his hand coming up to caress along her neck. “Your absolutely amazing, do you know that?”

Humming, Astrid leaned into his touches. “Yeah, I know.” Then her hand mimicked his gesture and cupped his cheek, guiding him up again until she could look at him. Her eyes had grown soft, so full of love and warmth that they nearly made him choke. “And so are you. I still can’t believe how lucky I am to have you.”

She stretched to press her lips to his, her tongue peeking out and pushing into his mouth. Hiccup kissed her back, slow but intense, and they only parted when the need to breathe became too urgent to ignore.

Astrid hummed again, and when he looked into her eyes, so deep and beautiful that he could easily drown in them, there was a humorous glint in them now. “But now that we burned enough calories, I need more pizza.”

Chucking, Hiccup let her lead them back to their dinner table where they both fumbled with the scarf to get it off their wrists. Astrid's appetite was not something to mess with, no matter whether it was about food or sex.

She all but inhaled three more slices of her pizza, with him only managing one and a half, before she talked again. “So, what was that about you and this scarf?”

Hiccup frowned, but couldn't reply with his mouth full of cheese and vegetables. He chewed, swallowed, and asked, “What do you mean?”

With a slight twitch of her lips, Astrid reached for the scarf lying next to them on the table and let the rougher satin side glide up the inside of his arm.

Unable to help it, Hiccup’s eyes fell close and a low moan dropped off his lips as the fabric made his skin tingle. A sensation like lightning zipped through his body, not strong enough to arouse him again just yet, but not leaving him unaffected either.

The sensation of satin on skin wandered up to his shoulder and down his back, leaving him trembling.

“Mmm, that's interesting.” Astrid’s voice suddenly came from behind him, the touch of her hand joining that of the scarf. “I didn't know this is how you react to satin.”

Hiccup blinked and shook his head to clear it. “Me neither,” he muttered in a raspy voice.

Astrid moved closer, wrapped her arms around his neck from behind and leaned her head on his shoulder. “And… do you like it?”

That was a loaded question, coming from her. Hiccup gulped, thinking about it. Then he gave a small nod. “Yeah. I… I think I do.”

“Excellent!” She nibbled at his ear, giggling. “I’ll make sure to remember that for another time.”

. o O o .

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Chapter 16

Lauren folded over me, her hair falling forward to tickle my chest, her lungs heaving. “God. I can’t go days without this. Even the hours at work are too long.”

I ran my fingers through the sweat-damp roots of her hair. “I missed you, too.”

she nuzzled my breasts. “When you’re not with me, I feel—Don’t run anymore, Camila. I can’t take it.”

she pulled me up to stand in front of her, keeping her cock in me until the soles of my heels touched the hardwood floor. “Come home with me now.”

“I can’t leave Cary.”

“Then we’ll drag him out of here with us. Shh…Before you complain, whatever he hopes to get out of this party, I can make happen. Being here accomplishes nothing.”

“Maybe he’s having fun.”

“I don’t want you here.” she suddenly seemed distant, her tone far too controlled.

“Do you know how badly it hurts me when you say that?” I cried softly, my chest tight with the pain of it. “What’s wrong with me that you don’t want me around your family?”

“Angel, no.” she hugged me, her hands roaming my back in soothing caresses. “There’s nothing wrong with you. It’s this place. I don’t—I can’t be here. You want to know what’s in my dreams? It’s this house.”

“Oh.” My stomach knotted with worry and confusion. “I’m sorry. I didn’t know.”

Something in my voice lured her to press a kiss between my eyebrows. “I’ve been rough with you today. I’m sorry. I’m edgy and agitated being here, but that’s no excuse.”

I cupped her face and stared into her eyes, seeing the tumultuous emotions she was so used to hiding. “Don’t ever apologize for being yourself with me. It’s what I want. I want to be your safe place, Lauren.”

“You are. You don’t know how much, but I’ll find a way to tell you.” she rested her forehead against mine. “Let’s go home. I bought some things for you.”

“Oh? I love gifts.” Especially when they came from my self-professed unromantic girlfriend.

Cautiously, she began to pull out of me. I was shocked to feel how wet I was, how copiously she’d come. The final few inches of her cock slid out in a rush and semen slicked my inner thighs. A moment later, two audacious droplets fell to the hardwood floor between my spread legs.

“Oh, shit.” she groaned. “That’s so damn hot. I’m getting hard again.”

I stared at the brazen display of her virility and felt warm. “You can’t go again after that.”

“Hell if I can’t.” Cupping my sex in her hand, she rubbed the slickness all over me, coating the outer lips and massaging it into the folds. Euphoria spread through me like the warmth of fine liquor, a sense of contentment that came solely from the knowledge that Lauren found gratification in me and my body.

“I’m an animal with you,” she murmured. “I want to mark you. I want to possess you so completely there’s no separation between us.”

My hips began to move in tiny circles as her words and touch reignited the desire she’d goaded with the thrusts of her cock. I wanted to come again, knew I’d be miserable if I had to wait until we reached her bed. I was a sexual creature with her, too, so physically attuned to her and so positive that she would never physically hurt me, that I was…free.

I encircled her wrist with my fingers and gently directed her hand around my hip to reach for me from behind. Nipping her jaw with my teeth, I gathered the courage she inspired in me and whispered, “Touch me here with your fingers. Mark me there.”

she froze, her chest lifting and falling rapidly. “I don’t”—her voice strengthened—“I don’t do anal play, Camila.”

Looking into her eyes, I saw something dark and volatile. Something very painful.

Of all the things for us to have in common…

The raw passion of our lust gentled into the warm familiarity of love. With my heart breaking, I confessed, “I don’t either. At least not voluntarily.”

“Then…why?” The confusion in her voice moved me deeply.

I hugged her, pressing my cheek to her shoulder and listening to the slightly panicked beat of her heart. “Because I believe your touch can erase Nathan’s.”

“Oh, Camila.” Her cheek pressed to the crown of my head.

I snuggled closer. “You make me feel safe.”

We held each other for long moments. I listened to her heartbeat slow and her breathing smooth out. I inhaled deeply, relishing the mix of her personal scent mixed with the scent of hard lust and harder sex.

When the tip of her middle finger slid gossamer-soft over the pucker of my anus, I stilled and pulled back to look at her. “Lauren?”

“Why me?” she asked softly, her beautiful eyes dark and stormy. “You know I’m fucked up, Camile. You saw what I…that night you woke me…You saw, damn it. How can you trust me with your body this way?”

“I trust my heart and what it tells me.” I smoothed the frown line between her brows. “You can give my body back to me, Lauren. I believe you’re the only one who can.”

Her eyes closed and her damp forehead touched mine. “Do you have a safeword, Eva?”

Startled, I pulled back again to study her face. A few members of my therapy group had talked about Dom/sub relationships. Some required total control to feel safe during sex. Others fell on the opposite side of the line, finding that bondage and humiliation satisfied their deep-seated need to feel pain to experience pleasure. For those who practiced that lifestyle, a safeword was an unambiguous way to say “stop.” But I couldn’t see how that had any relevance to me and Lauren. “Do you?”

“I don’t need one.” Between my legs, the gentle stroke of her finger became less tentative. she repeated his question, “Do you have a safeword?”

“No. I’ve never needed one. Missionary, doggy style, B.O.B…. that’s about the extent of my mad skills in the sack.”

That brought a touch of amusement to her otherwise severe face. “Thank God. I wouldn’t survive you otherwise.”

And still that fingertip massaged me, spurring a dark yearning. Lauren could do that to me, make me forget everything that happened before. I had no negative sexual triggers with her, no hesitation or fears. she’d given that to me. In return, I wanted to give her the body he’d freed from my past.

The long case clock near the door began to chime the hour.

“Laurenn, we’ve been gone a long time. Someone will come looking for us.”

she put the slightest pressure against my sensitive rosette, barely pressing. “Do you really care if they do?”

My hips arched into the touch. Anticipation was making me hot all over again. “I don’t care about anything but you when you’re touching me.”

Her free hand lifted to my hair and held it at the roots, keeping my head still. “Did you ever enjoy anal play? Accidentally or by deliberation?”

“No.”

“And yet you trust me enough to ask me for this.” she kissed my forehead as she drew the slickness of his semen back to my rear.

I gripped his waistband. “You don’t have to—”

“Yes, I do.” Her voice had that wickedly assertive bite to it. “If you crave something, I’ll be the one to give it to you. All of your needs, Camila, are mine to fulfill. Whatever it costs me.”

“Thank you, Lauren.” My hips shifted restlessly as she continued to lubricate me gently. “I want to be what you need, too.”

“I’ve told you what I need, Camila—control.” she brushed her parted lips back and forth over mine. “You’re asking me to lead you back into painful places and I will, if that’s what you need. But we have to be extremely careful.”

“I know.”

“Trust is hard for both of us. If we break it, we could lose everything. Think of a word you associate with power. Your safeword, angel. Choose it.”

The pressure of that single fingertip became more insistent. I moaned, “Crossfire.”

“Umm…I like it. Very fitting.” Her tongue dipped into my mouth, barely touching mine before retreating. Her finger rimmed my anus over and over, pushing her semen into the puckered hole, a soft growl escaping her as it flexed in a silent plea for more.

The next time she pressed against the ring, I pushed out and she slipped her fingertip inside me. The feeling of penetration was shockingly intense.

Just as before, surrender weighted my body, leaving me languid.

“Are you okay?” Lauren asked harshly as I sagged against her. “Should I stop?”

“No…Don’t stop.”

she pushed fractionally deeper and I clenched around her, a helpless reaction to the feel of something gliding across tender tissues. “You’re snug and scorching hot,” she murmured. “And so soft. Does it hurt?”

“No. Please. More.”

Lauren withdrew to her fingertip; then slid in to the knuckle, slow and easy. I quivered in delight, astonished by how good it felt, that teasing bit of fullness in my rear.

“How’s that?” she asked hoarsely.

“Good. Everything you do to me feels good.”

she withdrew again, glided deep again. Leaning forward, I thrust my hips back to give her easier access and pressed my breasts against her chest. Her fist in my hair tightened, pulling my head back so she could take my mouth in a lush, wet kiss. Our open mouths slid across each other, growing more frantic as my arousal built. The feel of Lauren’s finger in that darkly sexual place, thrusting in that gentle rhythm, had me rocking backward to meet her inward drives.

“You’re so beautiful,” she murmured, her voice infinitely gentle. “I love making you feel good. Love watching an orgasm move through your body.”

“Lauren.” I was lost, drowning in the powerful joy of being held by her, loved by her. Four days alone had taught me how miserable I’d be if we couldn’t work things out, how dull and colorless my world would be without her in it. “I need you.”

“I know.” she licked across my lips, making my head spin. “I’m here. Your cunt’s trembling and tightening. You’re going to come for me again.”

With shaking hands, I reached between us for her cock, finding it hard. I lifted the layers of my underskirts so I could insert her into my drenched sex. she slid in a few inches, our standing positions preventing deeper penetration, but the connection alone was enough. I wrapped my arms around her shoulders, burying my face in her neck as my knees weakened. Her hand left my hair, her arm clasping my back and holding me close.

“Camila.” The tempo of her finger thrusts quickened. “Do you know what you do to me?”

Her hips nudged against mine, the wide crest of her penis massaging a sweetly tender spot. “You’re milking the head of my dick with those hungry little squeezes. You’re going to make me come for you. When you go off, I’m going with you.”

I was distantly aware of the helpless noises spilling from my throat. My senses were overloaded by Lauren’s scent and the heat of her hard body, the feel of her cock rubbing inside me and her finger pumping into my rear. I was surrounded by her, filled with her, blissfully possessed in every way. A climax was building in force, pounding through me, pooling in my core. Not just from the physical pleasure but from the knowledge that she’d been willing to take a risk. Once again. For me.

Her finger stilled and I made a sound of protest.

hush,” she whispered. “Someone’s coming.”

“Oh God! Magdalene came in earlier and saw us. What if she told—”

“Don’t move.” Lauren didn’t let me go. she stood just as she was, filling me front and back, her hand caressing the length of my spine and smoothing my dress down. “Your skirts hide everything.”

With my back to the room’s entrance, I pressed my flaming face into her shirt.

The door opened. There was a pause then, “Is everything all right?”

Christopher. I felt awkward being unable to turn around.

“Of course,” Lauren said smoothly, coolly in control. “What do you want?”

To my horror, she resumed the push and withdrawal of her finger. Not with the deep strokes of before, but slow shallow thrusts that didn’t disturb my skirts. Already aroused to a fever pitch and hovering on the verge of orgasm, my nails dug into her neck. The tension in my body from having Christopher in the room only ramped up the erotic sensations.

“Camila?” Christopher asked.

I swallowed hard. “Yes?”

“Are you okay?”

Lauren adjusted her stance, which moved her cock inside me and bumped her pelvis against my pulsing clit.

“Y-yes. We’re just…talking. About. Dinner.” My eyes closed as Lauren’s fingertip grazed the thin wall separating her penis from her touch. If she nudged my clit again, I’d come. I was too wound up to stop it.

Lauren’s chest vibrated against my cheek as she spoke. “We’d be done sooner if you’d go, so tell me what you need.”

“Mom’s looking for you.”

“Why?” Lauren shifted again, rocking into my clit at the same moment she gave a quick, deep thrust of her finger into my rear.

I climaxed. Afraid of the wail of pleasure that wanted out of me, I sank my teeth into Lauren’s hard chest. she grunted softly and started coming, her cock jerking as it pumped thick spurts of scorching semen into me.

The rest of the conversation was lost beneath the roar of my blood. Christopher said something, Lauren replied, and then the door shut again. I was lifted to sit on the armrest and Lauren started thrusting between my spread thighs, using my body to rub out the rest of her orgasm, growling in my mouth as we finished off the rawest, most exhibitionistic sexual encounter of my life.

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Afterward, Lauren led me by the hand to a bathroom, where she lightly soaped a washcloth and cleansed between my legs befores he paid the same attention to her cock. The way she took care of me was sweetly intimate, demonstrating yet again that as primal as her desire for me was, I was precious to her.

“I don’t want us to fight anymore,” I said quietly from my perch on the counter.

she tossed the washcloth down a concealed laundry chute and refastened her fly. Then she came to me, brushing her cool fingertips down my cheek. “We don’t fight, angel. We just have to learn not to scare the hell out of each other.”

“You make it sound so easy,” I grumbled. To call either of us virgins would be ridiculous, yet emotionally that’s just what we were. Fumbling in the dark and too eager, completely out of our depths and self-conscious, trying to impress and missing all the subtle nuances.

“Easy or hard, doesn’t matter. We’ll get through this because we have to.” she pushed her fingers through my hair, restoring order to the disheveled strands. “We’ll discuss when we get home. I think I’ve discovered the crux of our problem.”

Her conviction and determination soothed the restlessness I’d been feeling the last few days. Closing my eyes, I relaxed and enjoyed the tactile delight of having my hair played with. “Your mother seemed startled that I’m a brunette .”

“Did she?”

“My mother was, too. Not about me being a brunette,” I qualified. “That you’d be interested in one.”

“Was she?”

“Lauren!”

“Hmm?” she kissed the end of my nose and ran her hands down my arms.

“I’m not the type you usually go for, am I?”

Her brow arched. “I have one type: Camila cabello. That’s it.”

I rolled my eyes. “Okay. Whatever.”

“What does it matter? You’re the woman I’m with.”

“It doesn’t matter. I’m just curious. People don’t usually stray from their preferred type.”

Stepping between my legs, she put her arms around my hips. “Lucky for me that I fit your type.”

“Lauren, you don’t fit any type,” I drawled. “You’re in a class by yourself.”

Her eyes sparkled. “Like what you see, do you?”

“You know I do, which is why we really should get out of here before we start screwing like minks again.”

Pressing her cheek to mine, she murmured, “Only you could blow my mind in a place that’s always made my skin crawl. Thank you for being exactly what I want and need.”

“Oh, Lauren.” I wrapped my arms and legs around her, holding her as close to me as possible. “You came here for me, didn’t you? To take me away from this place you hate.”

“I’d walk into hell for you, Camila, and this is pretty damn close.” she exhaled harshly. “I was about to go to your apartment and drag you away with me when I learned you’d come here. You have to stay away from Christopher.”

“Why do you keep saying that? He seems very nice.”

Lauren pulled back, sifting my hair through her fingers. Her eyes stayed fiercely locked to mine. “He takes sibling rivalry to the extreme, and he’s unstable enough to make him dangerous. He’s reaching out to you because he knows he can hurt me through you. You have to trust me on this.”

Why was lauren so suspicious of her half-brother’s motives? she had to have a good reason. It was yet another thing she didn’t fully share with me. “I do trust you. Of course I do. I’ll keep my distance.”

“Thank you.” Catching me by the waist, she lifted me off the counter and set me on my feet. “Let’s grab Cary and get the hell out of here.”

We made our way back outside with my hand in her. I was uncomfortably aware that we’d been gone a very long time. The sun was going down. And I was panty-less. My ruined boy shorts were presently stuffed into the front pocket of Lauren’s jeans.

she glanced at me as we entered the marquee. “I should’ve told you before. You look gorgeous, Camila. That dress is amazing on you and so are those fuck-me red heels.”

“Well, clearly they work.” I bumped my shoulder into her. “Thank you.”

“For the compliment? Or the fucking?”

“Hush,” I admonished, flushing.

Her dark velvet laugh turned every female head in hearing distance and some of the men’s, too. Placing our linked hands at the small of my back, she pulled me close and smacked a kiss on my mouth.

“Lauren!” Her mother glided toward us with sparkling eyes and a wide smile on her lovely face. “I’m so happy you’re here.”

She looked like she might hug her, but her posture altered subtly, charging the air around him with an invisible field of power that encompassed me as well.

Elizabeth drew to an abrupt halt.

“Mother,” her greeted her with all the warmth of an arctic storm. “You can thank Camila for my being here. I’ve come to take her away.”

“But she’s having a good time, aren’t you, Camila? You should stay for her sake.” Elizabeth looked at me with a plea in her eyes.

My fingers flexed around Lauren’s hand. she came first, that was never in question, but I couldn’t help but wish I knew the story behind her coldness toward a mother who seemed to love her. Her adoring gaze slid over the face that had shades of her own, drinking in every feature hungrily. How long had it been since the last time she’d seen her in person?

Then I wondered if maybe she’d loved her too much…

Revulsion made my spine stiffen.

“Don’t put camila on the spot,” lauren said, rubbing her knuckles against my tense back. “You’ve gotten what you wanted—you’ve met her.”

“Perhaps you’ll both come to dinner later this week?”

Her only answer was an arched brow. Then her gaze lifted, luring my attention to follow it. I found Cary emerging from what appeared to be a hedgerow maze with a very recognizable pop princess on his arm. Lauren gestured him over.

“Oh, not Cary, too!” Elizabeth protested. “He’s the life of the party.”

“I thought you might like him.” Lauren bared her teeth in something that was too sharp to be a smile. “Just remember that he’s camila’s friend, Mother. That makes him mine as well.”

I was hugely relieved when Cary joined us, breaking the tension in his easygoing way.

“I was looking for you,” he said to me. “I was hoping you’d be ready to go. I got that call I was expecting.”

Looking into his sparkling eyes, I knew Trey had reached him. “Yes, we’re ready.”

Cary and I walked around to say our good-byes and offer our thanks. Lauren remained at my side like a possessive shadow, her demeanor calm but markedly aloof.

We were all walking toward the house when I spotted Ireland off to the side staring at Lauren. I stopped and looked up at her. “Go get your sister so we can say good-bye.”

“What?”

“She’s standing to your left.” I looked to our right to hide my prodding from the young girl whom I suspected might hero-worship her eldest sister.

SHe gestured Ireland over with a brusque wave of her hand. She took her time ambling over, her pretty face schooled into an expression of militant boredom. I looked at Cary with a shake of my head, remembering those days all too well.

“Listen.” I squeezed lauren’s wrist. “Tell her you’re sorry you two didn’t get to catch up while you were here and she should call you sometime, if she wants.”

Lauren shot me an arch look. “Catch up on what?”

Rubbing her biceps, I said, “She’ll do all the talking if given a chance.”

SHe scowled. “She’s a teenage girl. Why would I give her a chance to talk my ear off?”

I pushed onto my tiptoes and whispered in her ear, “Because I’ll owe you one.”

“You’re up to something.” SHe eyed me warily for a moment; then pressed a hard kiss to my lips with a growl. “So we’ll leave it open and say you owe me more than one. Quantity to be determined.”

I nodded. Cary rocked back on his heels and twirled one index finger around another in a sign meaning wrapped around your finger.

Only fair, I thought, since she was wrapped around my heart.

I was surprised when Lauren accepted the keys to the Bentley SUV from one of the valets. “You drove? Where’s Angus?”

“Day off.” she nuzzled against my temple. “I missed you, Camila.”

I settled into the front passenger seat, and she shut the door behind me. As I secured my seat belt, I saw her pause by the hood, making eye contact with two men dressed in black who waited beside a sleek black Mercedes sedan at the end of the drive. They nodded and got in the Benz. When Lauren pulled out of the Vidal driveway, they followed directly behind us.

“Security detail?” I asked.

“Yes. I took off fast when I was told you were here, and they lost the tail for a while.”

Cary went home with Clancy, so Lauren and I headed straight to the penthouse. I found myself getting turned on from watching Lauren drive. SHe handled the luxury vehicle the way she handled everything—confidently, aggressively, and with skillful control. SHe drove fast but not recklessly, weaving easily over the curves and straightaways of the scenic route back to the city. There was almost no traffic until we hit the gridlock of Manhattan.

When we arrived at her apartment, we both went straight into the master bathroom and undressed for a shower. As if she couldn’t stop touching me, Lauren washed me from head to toe; then she dried me with a towel and wrapped me in a new robe of embroidered teal silk with kimono sleeves. SHe finished by pulling a pair of similarly hued drawstring silk pants out of a drawer for himself.

“Don’t I get panties?” I asked, thinking about my drawer of sexy underwear.

“No. There’s a phone hanging on the wall in the kitchen. Hit speed dial one and tell the man who answers that I want him to pick up double my usual dinner order from Peter Luger.”

“All right.” I headed out to the living room and made the call; then I had to search for Lauren. I found her in her home office, a room I hadn’t been in before.

I didn’t get a good look at the space at first because the only lighting came from an angled picture light on the wall and a barrister’s lamp on her polished wood desk. Plus my eyes were more interested in focusing on her. SHe looked utterly sensual and compelling sprawled in her big black leather chair. she held a tulip glass of some liquor that she warmed between her hands and the beauty of her flexing biceps sent tingles racing through me, as did the tight lacing of muscles on her abdomen.

Her gaze was on the wall illuminated by the picture light, which snagged my attention, too. I was startled when I saw the art—a huge collage of blown-up photos of her and me: the picture of our kiss on the street outside the gym…a shot of us from the press gauntlet at the advocacy dinner…a candid of the tender aftermath of our fight in Bryant Park…

The focal point was the image in the center that had been taken while I slept in my own bed, lit only by the candle I’d left burning for her. It was an intimate voyeuristic shot, one that said more about the photographer than it did the subject.

I was deeply touched by the proof that she’d been falling along with me.

Lauren gestured at the drink she’d poured for me in advance and set on the edge of her desk. “Have a seat.”

I complied, curious. There was an edge to her that was new, a sense of purpose and calm determination paired with laser-precise focus.

What brought on her mood? And what did it mean for the rest of our evening?

Then I saw the small photo collage frame lying on the desktop next to my drink and my worry faded. The frame was very similar to the one already on my desk, but this one held three photos of Lauren and me together.

“I want you to take that to work,” she said quietly

“Thank you.” For the first time in days, I was happy. I hugged the frame to my chest with one hand, and picked up my glass with the other.

Her eyes glittered as she watched me take a seat. “You blow kisses at me all day from your picture on my desk. I think it’s only fair that you be equally reminded of me. Of us.”

I exhaled in a rush, my heartbeat not quite steady. “I never forget about you or us.”

“I wouldn’t let you if you tried.” Lauren took a deep drink, her throat working on a swallow. “I think I’ve figured out where we made our first misstep, the one that’s led to all the stumbles we’ve had since.”

“Oh?”

“Take a drink of your Armagnac, angel. I think you’ll need it.”

I took a cautious sip of the liquor, feeling the instantaneous burn, followed by recognition that I liked the flavor. I took a bigger drink.

Rolling her glass between her palms, Lauren took another drink and eyed me thoughtfully. “Tell me which was hotter, Camila: sex in the limo when you were in charge or sex in the hotel when I was?”

I shifted restlessly, unsure of where the conversation was leading. “I thought you enjoyed what happened in the limo. While it was happening, I mean. Obviously not later.”

“I loved it,” she said with quiet conviction. “The image of you in that red dress, moaning and telling me how good my cock feels inside you, will haunt me as long as I live. If you’d like to top me again in the future, I’m definitely game.”

My stomach tensed. The muscles in my shoulders began to knot. “Lauren, I’m starting to freak out a little. All this talk of safewords and topping…it feels like this conversation is leading somewhere I can’t go.”

“You’re thinking of bondage and pain. I’m talking about a consensual power exchange.” Lauren studied me intently. “Would you like more brandy? You’re very pale.”

“You think?” I set the drained glass down. “It sounds like you’re telling me you’re a Dominant.”

“Angel, you knew that already.” Her mouth curved in a soft, sexy smile. “What I’m telling you is that you’re submissive.”

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Big Shot 2

Maxwell Lord x OC

This is a part 2, so if you want to read Part 1 first, there’s the link!

Warnings: Smut 18+, D/s, sub!Maxwell, Mommy kink, praise kink, bondage, slapping, spanking, orgasm denial, overstimulation, choking, some humiliation, spitting, cum eating, aftercare

Word Count: ~5.6k (bruh)

A/N: Part two of that Maxwell Mommy kink thing inspired by a few asks that @zeldasayer got a little while ago. Sorry this part took so long, I’m a big dumb who can’t write.

Summary: After what happened in his office, Maxwell finally reaches out to Beth for a followup. Things get pretty intense.

~*~*~*~

Maxwell knocked at the front door, looking down at his watch to make sure it was exactly eight o’clock.

There was a brief pause before the door swung open, revealing a blonde woman in a dark satin robe, stockings, and heels.

He gave her a smooth grin. “Ms. Lancaster. Or is it Madame Minx?”

Beth pursed her lips, eyes trailing down and back up his frame. “Took you long enough,” she said, turning away and walking back inside, leaving the door hanging open for him.

His jaw clenched as he stepped inside, trying to ignore the immediate wave of anger at her utter dismissal of him. He eased the door shut behind him and followed her retreating figure.

“I’m on time, I can assure you of that,” he snapped.

She stopped at a door, raising an eyebrow at him. “I wasn’t talking about tonight, Maxwell.”

He instinctively tensed, nostrils flaring. “What exactly are you referring to, if not tonight?”

Her slow smile was positively feline. “I meant the amount of time you made me wait while you finally grew the balls to come seek me out after that morning in your office. I was beginning to worry about you.”

His hands balled into fists as she pulled the door open and gestured for him to enter. He held her gaze, glaring while he walked into the dim room.

He turned to take in the space as she shut the door behind them.

The room was a deep purple, the floor covered in what seemed like a dense foam material.

There was a large bed outfitted with rings all along the headboard and footboard, as well as a sturdy, barred canopy that almost reached the ceiling. Various forms of what seemed like seating furniture were spread out within the space, each with its own set of attachments. A massive X was up against one wall. There was a section of wall that was mounted with different tools, from spreader bars to floggers to canes. The most ordinary things in the room was a set of cabinets and the small clothes hamper beside them.

Maxwell’s mouth went a little dry as his eyes roamed over everything. “How do we begin this?”

Beth loosened the tie on her robe, which he now realized matched the walls perfectly. “When we enter this room, you can assume that the scene is beginning. I expect you to undress fully and fold or hang your clothes before putting them in the armoire. We agreed that the safeword is ‘zebra’.”

He turned on her. “You want me naked before we’ve even done anything?” he asked, exasperated.

“I do.” She slipped the robe off and hung it on a small hook by the armoire. She faced him in a black lace bustier, silk panties and a garter belt that held up her stockings. “Will that be an issue, Maxwell?”

He let his gaze wander all over her, his breath coming a little quicker. “I’d rather start things off where we left them last time.”

She took a moment to consider him. “Very well. But only this once, since it’s our first real scene. If you want to keep doing this, you’ll follow my rules.”

“Of course, Madame Minx,” he said, a sly grin on his face.

“That’s five,” she told him, strolling over to grab his tie. She tugged him toward the wall of tools.

“Five what?” he growled, almost losing his footing at a sudden yank.

She looked over her selection. “Five spanks,” she said simply, pulling down a set of stiff leather cuffs and leading him over to a seat.

His eyes widened. “You plan to spank me? For what?”

She pulled him around so that he was in front of her, face to face, his tie still wrapped up in her fist. “For refusing to address your Mommy properly. Now sit,” she commanded, giving him a rough shove.

He caught himself on the chair behind him, scowling at her. “Fucking bitch.”

Her brows lifted. “We’ll call that ten more.”

“You can’t just—”

“Sit,” she snapped, her tone shifting from neutral to pure authority.

His ass hit the seat so suddenly that it shocked him.

A slow smile. “Better.”

The chair had a back but no arms. He wasn’t sure if that meant his hands would be free this time around, or if those cuffs would come into play.

He got his answer when she held out a hand, gesturing for him to hold his up.

“These may ruin your sleeves,” she warned flatly.

“I don’t care.”

Beth nodded, taking his left hand and quickly tightening the cuff around his wrist before doing the same to his right. She brought each of his hands down to hang at his sides and hooked the cuffs into small loops that adorned either side of it, making him unable to lift his hands from his sides so they just hung awkwardly while he sat.

She crouched in front of him and fastened a strap around each ankle, before moving up and fastening two more around his upper calves.

Once she was done, she stood up and surveyed her work. “Lift your arms,” she said.

He pulled at the cuffs, but they held fast.

“Close your legs.”

He looked down at them as his thighs flexed, the straps digging into him. They didn’t budge.

She grinned in satisfaction. “Perfect.” Taking a step closer, she grasped his tie and pulled him forward as she bent at the waist. “You’ve been very naughty this evening, Maxwell. You know Mommy doesn’t like naughty boys. Are you going to be good now, sweetie?”

He scoffed, but his nerves were on edge. “Is this really—”

She slapped him hard across the face, enough to leave him dazed for a moment as she took hold of his chin. “Are you going to be good for Mommy, Maxwell? Or does she need to spank you five more times for backtalk?”

His cock jumped in his pants as his vision slowly refocused. He blinked up at her and nodded.

Another hard slap, this time on his other cheek and he felt his eyes sting.

“You need to use your words. Will you be good, or will Mommy need to add to your spanking?” she asked, her hold on his chin tightening.

He was painfully erect. “I’ll be good, Mommy,” he groaned.

She gently cupped one of his reddening cheeks. “That’s good. Mommy just wants to take care of her sweet boy.”

He stared at her face with hooded eyes as she carefully slipped his necktie from the collar of his shirt. She really was something to behold, an undeniable gleam of authority in her hazel eyes, the set of her plush lips making them seem always on the verge of a biting smile or a disapproving sneer. Her hair, left loose to frame her face and flow down around her neck and shoulders, was the sort of sun-warmed blonde that was near impossible to replicate, even with help from the best colorist.

He was vaguely aware of her fingers working their way down the buttons of his waistcoat.

Her perfume was something subtle but fiery, leaving him feeling like he’d just downed a glass of strong scotch that only hit when he swallowed. Cool fingertips on his bare chest made him look down.

She’d unbuttoned his waistcoat and shirt. His dress shirt was untucked and spread open wide.

Maxwell became aware of a low sound, only to realize that it was his own moan as she dragged her fingers over his bare skin.

“You like that, sweetie?” she cooed.

He leaned his head back, breath hitching slightly. “Yes, Mommy.”

Beth’s mouth curved into a smooth smile and she dropped her hands down to his belt.

He tried to shift his hips closer to her, the awkward set of his arms and the restraints around his legs working against him. “Please, Mommy,” he groaned.

The sound of leather sliding free of his trousers made heat travel to both his face and crotch.

“What do you need, baby?” she asked, slowly pulling down the zipper of his fly.

“You, Mommy.” He licked his lips, chest heaving. “Please touch me. Touch me, Mommy.”

Her soft, lilting laugh made a shiver run down his spine. “I will, sweetie. Mommy’s gonna have her hands all over you.” She hooked a finger into the waistband of his boxer briefs, dragging it down to reveal his cock, precum already forming a bead at the tip.

“Don’t leave me again, Mommy,” he whined softly. “Please stay.”

She wound her fingers into his hair, bringing her lips to his jaw and nipping lightly. “I’m not going anywhere until I’m done with you, sweetie.” One hand slid up his thigh, coming agonizingly close to his weeping cock. “Mommy is gonna take such good care of you. Gonna make you feel so good, baby.”

He moaned, squirming in his seat as she slowly rose back up in front of him, her hands leaving him. He watched her return to the wall of tools and toys, his lips parted and eyes wide with anticipation.

She pulled down another set of leather cuffs, as well as a riding crop.

“Yes, Mommy,” he said, trying to straighten up at the sight of the riding crop, “yes, please!”

Giving him a small smile, she set the crop and cuffs down on a bench. “Oh, Maxwell. You’ll have to get out of that suit before we can play with all of this. You want to feel it, don’t you?”

He nodded enthusiastically. “Please, Mommy.”

Beth strode back to him, a hand sliding up into his hair as she bent to press a slow, soft kiss to his cheek. “You’re my good boy,” she whispered. “I’m gonna take these cuffs off of you for a bit so I can help you out of these clothes. Then, we’re gonna go over to that big cross for a while.” Her lips brushed over his ear before she nipped his earlobe. “After that, Mommy’s taking you to the bed.”

Eyes sliding closed, he let out a moan. His thighs tensed and his cock throbbed hard at the thought of what she might do to him.

She freed him of his restraints quickly, getting his dress shoes and socks out of the way as well, and pulled him up to his feet. He swayed slightly, dazed eyes following her as she moved around him. She guided his suit jacket, waistcoat, and shirt off all together, the fabric landing in a rumpled pile behind him.

She grasped his trousers by their waistband and dragged them down his legs, quickly followed by his underwear.

“I would normally punish you for letting your clothes be ruined like this, Maxwell. I want you to remember that. Mommy wants you looking presentable after we play.” She delicately brushed a strand of hair from his forehead. “But this is a special occasion, hm?”

He blinked slowly at her, gaze lowering to her mouth for a moment. “Yes, Mommy,” he murmured.

Taking a step back, she smiled at him and gathered up the first set of cuffs.

He held his hands out eagerly as she returned to him, a thrill running through him as she tightened them around his wrists once again.

The second set of cuffs came next and were secured around his ankles.

She knelt down to put them on him and his breath caught when she looked up at him. Her grin was deliciously cruel as she gripped his thighs and slowly stood. The head of his cock caught the front of her bustier, just between her breasts, and he let out a gasp that turned into a high keen when it continued to drag all the way down her front until she was standing before him.

“So sensitive,” she said, a finger tracing his jaw as she gave a wicked smirk. “Go stand with your back against the cross, sweetie.”

He did as she said, feeling so much more vulnerable now that he was completely naked in front of her. Embarrassment burned up his neck and face as he stood in front of the big X, fists clenching and unclenching as he resisted the urge to touch himself.

She lifted his hands up and spread them, clasping the cuffs onto the X. Spreading his legs open as well, she secured them in place and picked up the riding crop.

When she stood there for a moment, just observing him, twirling the crop in her grip, he felt something in him twist.

She held the crop out, tracing it across his collarbones and making him tense.

“You’re a good boy, aren’t you, Maxwell?” she asked, head tilted.

He nodded, trying to shift his stance as the crop brushed down his chest. “Yes, Mommy.”

“You want to make Mommy happy?”

The crop slid down his outer thigh.

“Always, Mommy.” He pulled at the cuffs around his wrists. “Please touch me,” he whined.

The crop snapped high on his inner thigh and he let out a hiss. It didn’t hurt much, but it woke his nerves.

“Patience, baby. Mommy said she’s gonna take care of you, and this is part of it,” she assured, smoothing the leather over the spot she’d hit.

The leather struck his other thigh before she pressed it teasingly against his balls, drawing a strangled moan out of him as his body strained. She watched a drop of precum slide slowly from the head of his cock while she pulled the crop away from him.

She brought the leather up to one of his wrists and brushed it down his forearm to his elbow, not putting any pressure behind it. Dragging it from his elbow to his underarm, she placed a quick smack to the inside of his upper arm, making him jolt and bringing a smile to her face.

His muscles jumped and twitched as the leather delicately glided down his side. He bit his lip, hand curling into a fist at the overwhelming sensitivity. When the crop left again only to appear at his other wrist to begin the process on the other side of his body, he couldn’t hold in his whimper.

She worked him over slowly, snapping the crop against his skin until his whole body was buzzing with overstimulation. He was a live wire.

She pressed the leather under his chin and stepped close enough for him to feel the warmth of her body. “Are you ready to be taken to bed, Maxwell? Are you ready for Mommy to use you?”

Eager eyes stinging with the threat of tears, he nodded.

He flinched as she suddenly spat in his face, his eyes going wide.

“I need to hear you,” she said, voice hard.

Squirming slightly, the spit sliding down his cheek, he let out a quiet “Yes, Mommy.”

Humming lightly, Beth carefully unhooked the cuffs from where they attached to the X, but left the cuffs themselves on.

They moved over to the large bed, riding crop left on a bench near the X.

She stood next to the bed and met his gaze. “Lay down in the middle, face up and spread eagle.”

He crawled up onto the bed, glancing at her to make sure he was doing everything correctly, heart hammering with excitement and apprehension. He watched her walk around the bed, fastening his limbs to the frame so that he couldn’t go anywhere.

Breathing heavily, he held her gaze before he saw her thumbs hook into the waistband of her panties and he suddenly noticed that she wore them over the garter belt and stockings. She slid the underwear down her legs and let it drop to the floor, leaving her still mostly covered except for her slick cunt.

“Mommy,” he groaned as she crawled onto the bed with him.

Her soft chuckle made his chest ache. “I’m here, sweetie.” She trailed featherlight touches along his lower stomach, following the path of hair there. “You want Mommy to play with your big cock, don’t you?”

He shifted his hips to try to get her hand where he wanted it, eyes screwing shut. “Yes, please, Mommy.”

She was so close to his heavy, painfully hard length. But, her hand disappeared and he let out a loud whine at the loss.

The weight on the bed shifted and she was straddling him, her slick heat parted against the underside of his cock.

He felt lightheaded at the glorious warmth of her.

She slowly rocked herself along his length, earning high, choked sounds from the back of his throat. Leaning over him, she whispered in his ear. “You’re not allowed to come while Mommy is using you, Maxwell. If you do, you’ll get spanked twice as many times. But, if you’re a good boy who can hold it back, I promise you’ll get a very special reward before we’re all done tonight. Do you understand all that, baby?”

A hot tear escaped from the corner of his eye. “I understand, Mommy,” he said weakly. He hurt with how much he needed release, but he wanted to be her good boy.

She rose back up over him, palms running down his chest. “Sweet boy.”

Looking down between them, she grasped his throbbing cock and ran the head of it through her folds, her hips tilting so that it brushed her clit. She bit her lip lightly and glanced up at Maxwell. His eyes were shut tight, body tense with restraint.

“Watch,” she commanded.

He forced his burning eyes open, face hot. Letting his gaze drop down, he watched as she brought the tip of him to her entrance and slowly sank down onto him.

It took everything in him not to close his eyes and throw his head back at the feeling or just come undone at the sight of his cock disappearing in her warm, velvety pussy.

When she fully surrounded him, he let out a desperate groan while she huffed a satisfied sigh. One of her hands braced on the mattress, right at his side, and the other settled around him throat with barely-there pressure.

Her thumb traced his Adam’s apple as she rose up and sank back down again. She leaned down to press a kiss to his chest. “You feel so good, baby,” she murmured against his skin. The kiss became a nip as she brought her hips down a little harder on him.

He made a small, choked off noise. “Mommy,” he ground out.

Her fingers tightened around his neck as she ran her mouth over his chest and up to his shoulder. “You’ll stay still for me, won’t you, sweetie?” she asked softly.

“Yes, Mommy. Any—anything for you,” he gasped.

“So good,” she praised, adjusting the arm that she braced herself with. She shifted the hand around his throat for a better grip and slammed her hips down onto his as she bit down on the meat of his shoulder.

He let out a startled cry that turned into strangled near-sobs as she kept a fast, brutal pace.

His balls ached with need, his cock overwhelmed by the intense friction created with the slight changes in angle she made as she chased her own release. His skin felt too tight as she sank her teeth into him, squeezing her fingers around the sides of his neck until his eyes lost focus.

She let her grip loosen a bit, enough for the world to sharpen and for him to see her clearly, riding him hard. There was a warm blush along the top of her chest, breasts almost spilling free of the bustier, her hair just barely losing its loose styling, eyes hard as they caught his gaze, lips parted. There was such power in the way she held herself.

He felt his balls tighten and he forced his eyes closed, throwing his head back. “Please, Mommy! I can’t keep—I’m gonna—” he whined brokenly.

Her grip on his throat tightened again and she leaned harder into him. “No,” she growled. “You’re going to hold it.”

“I can’t, Mommy,” he sobbed, tugging at the restraints as he trembled beneath her. “Please! I can’t!”

“You will.”

His whole body tensed up as he tried desperately to keep himself from letting go. It was torture. Horrible, blissful torture.

He bit down hard on his lip as her pace faltered and she ground down against him, her pussy clenching around his throbbing cock as she tilted her hips to drag her clit along his length.

Her breathy moan of his name as she came left him feeling shattered.

When she slipped off of him, he let out a pitiful whine, brows furrowed with the strain of controlling himself.

He felt hot, so hot that he could hardly stand it.

“Good boy,” she panted, combing a hand through his messy hair. “That’s Mommy’s good boy.”

He couldn’t form a response, only able to focus on steadying his breathing.

She let him lay there a few moments to recover as she slid off the bed and made her way over to one of the cabinets.

He looked down at himself while he was laying there, craning his neck to see how his cock glistened with her arousal. He could feel it gathering at the base and sliding down his balls. Letting his head fall back, he bit back a groan.

Beth returned and he offered a tired smile.

She returned it, but he caught the dangerous glint in her eyes. “You did such a good job, Maxwell.” A hand rested lightly on his thigh. “But you were being very bad when things got started tonight. Mommy has to spank you for being bad, baby.”

A sound caught in his throat and he pulled at his cuffs, eyes starting to well back up. “Mommy, please—”

Her nails dug into his thigh. “Don’t argue. I am going to spank you fifteen times, and you are going to count them aloud for me.”

His face flushed in frustration. She had told him he’d get a reward if he was good, which he had been. But now she wanted to punish him?

She brought her face close to his. “I promised I’d make you feel good, baby, but we have to get this spanking out of the way. It’ll all be worth it,” she told him. He saw her gaze trail down to his lips before returning to his eyes. “It’ll be worth it.”

He wanted to taste her mouth. He wanted to taste any of her.

She straightened up and showed him what she’d gotten out of the cabinet. A silicon cockring. “I don’t want you making a mess of yourself while you’re counting. It would ruin my rhythm and make your reward afterward pointless.”

She slid it over the head of his cock and he watched, shaking, as she worked it down to the base.

Then, she removed his cuffs, fingertips gently tracing the red marks left behind on his wrists and ankles, and kneading the ache from his shoulders. His whole body still tingled, alive with sensation, but the only ache he still felt was in his stiff cock.

She pulled him up off the bed with her and led him over to one of the many benches, this one looking the most like an ordinary cushioned bench, with only a few little ring attachments.

“Kneel down and lean over this. Make sure you keep your chest flat across the surface. You can grip the legs to steady yourself.”

He got down and did as she said, looking up when he felt he was positioned how she wanted. He got a small nod from her as she walked closer and smoothed a hand down his spine.

“I want you to count each spank aloud, as clearly as you can. There will be fifteen total and they will get harder as we go. Do you understand, Maxwell?”

He tried to calm his breathing as he nodded. “Yes, Mommy.”

“Good.”

He listened to her walk behind him, her heels making an odd sound on the dense foam of the floor, and braced himself.

The first smack made his skin burn and forced a gasp out of him. “One.”

He grit his teeth in preparation for the next one, but still couldn’t keep from grunting at the impact. “Two.”

“Three” and “Four” were much the same, but “Five!” was the increase, the shock of a higher intensity that made his breaths come a little faster.

He was gripping the legs of the bench hard by the time they reached ten, his thighs flexing as the force of the spanks rocked him hard against the edge of the seat.

“Twelve,” he ground out, fresh sweat glistening across his back.

His skin was sticking to the leather cushion. “Thirteen.”

“Fo—Fourteen!” She’d caught him on an inhale, making him choke on the number.

He went limp after a biting “Fifteen,” his legs trembling as he huffed across the leather surface, his ass somehow feeling like it was both numb and stinging.

Careful hands smoothed over hot skin as she knelt down behind him. “You took that so well, baby. You’ve been so good for Mommy.”

He shivered at the praise, cock jumping where it hung heavy between his legs.

“Can you stand up, baby?”

Shifting his legs, he tried to get his feet under him, but the trembling just intensified and he fell back to his knees. “I can’t,” he grunted, tears of frustration burning his eyes.

Her hand moved up his back soothingly. “That’s alright. You’ve been through a lot tonight. Let’s just scoot around so you aren’t laying longways and up so high on your knees.” She wrapped an arm around him and helped with the switch in position. He ended up with his chest and head resting on the cushion, slumped over it in a more comfortable way, his knees spread a little wider to change how his weight was distributed across his legs and so he was lower to the floor.

“Better?” she asked softly, kissing up his back.

A low hum rose out of his chest. “Yes, Mommy.”

One of her hands reached down between his legs and he jolted with the contact as she slipped the cockring off. “Let Mommy take care of you, Maxwell,” she said, voice so gentle it sent a shiver through him. Her hand wrapped around his aching cock, still covered in her slick.

“Please, Mommy,” he moaned, bucking up into her hand.

A light grip on his hip stilled him as she stroked, squeezing when she neared the head. “I’ve got you, baby. Come for me,” she whispered, pressing herself against his back. “I’ve got you.”

The hand on his hip slid up and flattened on his chest.

“My sweet boy,” Beth hummed, twisting her grip on him.

He panted, burying his face in the bench’s leather cushion, brow furrowing as she brought him right back to the edge.

After being denied for so long, he came almost embarrassingly fast. “Mommy,” he moaned, dragging the name out as pleasure rolling through him, making him shudder.

She didn’t take her hand away once the shuddering eased, continuing to stroke him instead.

He winced from the sensitivity, trying to squirm away. “Mommy, I—”

“Another,” she demanded quietly. “I’ll decide when to stop.”

Reaching to let his fingers curl around the edge of the seat, he let out a whine as he started to harden in her hand.

“That’s it, sweetie. Mommy wants to make you feel good.” She shuffled closer to him, breasts against his back, the clasps of her garter belt pressing into the tender flesh of his ass and making him whimper.

The pain of sensitivity blended into pleasure and it was hard not to thrust himself in her grasp. She stroked him harder, faster, until he was moaning into the cushion, stomach tightening.

“Please,” he whined. “Please, Mommy. I’m so—I’m so fucking close, Mommy.”

Digging her nails in, she scratched down his chest, forcing a hiss out of him. “Such bad words, Maxwell. Do you want me to stop?”

“No!” he cried out, “please, Mommy. I’m sorry. Please don’t stop. It’s so good, Mommy.”

The hand on his chest dropped down and grabbed his balls.

A gasp tore out of him as she squeezed, forcing him over the edge again so suddenly that all he could manage was a high pitched cry of pleasure.

She didn’t slow down, didn’t give him time to soften at all before she was building him back up.

His knuckles turned white around the edge of the seat as pain throbbed through his cock.

“I can’t take it, Mommy!” he whined. “Please, it hurts. It’s too much!”

She tightened her grasp on his cock, massaging his balls in her hand. “One more, baby. Give Mommy one more.”

He whimpered, stomach twisting up in pain and pleasure. “P—Please, Mommy,” he begged.

Tears burned hot on his face, the last orgasm ripping through him with a loud keen that became breathless sobbing as she let him come down slowly, his body shaking from the overstimulation.

The mess of his cum was everywhere. It was on her hands, his cock, his stomach and thighs, the floor between his legs, and slowly dripping down his balls.

She sat back, drawing her hands away from him, and got to her feet. “Head up, Maxwell.”

He slowly raised his head, feeling like a bowling ball had replaced his skull as he looked up at her.

She sat lightly on the bench and showed him her hands, his cum clinging to her fingers. “Lick them clean,” she ordered.

He moved his face closer to her, resting his head on his arm as he opened his mouth.

She slid two fingers into his mouth and he groaned lowly, sucking and swirling his tongue around them. He did the same with her other fingers, his own salty bitterness clinging to his tastebuds as he stuck his tongue out to lick across her palms and the backs of her hands until there was nothing left.

She ran her knuckles over his cheek. “Good boy.”

He let his eyes slide shut at the caress.

Beth stood up and went back to the cabinet, pulling out a pack of wipes, a small towel and a bottle of lotion. Walking back to where Maxwell was slumped, she knelt beside him and started cleaning him up with the wipes. He shivered when the cool wipes touched his oversensitive cock, legs tensing slightly.

“Just relax,” she said softly.

When his cum was cleaned up, she set the wipes aside and brought the towel to his face, wiping the sweat from his forehead and ruffling through his hair, working her way down, drying his neck, chest, and back.

She dropped the towel next to the wipes and took the lotion next. “Lean forward a bit, sweetie. This will help with the sting,” she told him as she opened the cap.

She spread a generous amount of lotion over his ass, warming it in her hands before touching him.

His mind drifted as she massaged the lotion into his skin. Her hands were so certain, practiced in this sort of care, molding him back toward some semblance of his usual self.

He just felt good when she was done.

“Don’t fall asleep on me, baby,” she said, running her fingers through his hair.

Giving a small, satisfied smile, he sat up a bit and looked at her.

She kept playing with his hair as she shifted his arm so that it fell to his side and only one remained draped over the seat. Then she shuffled closer and pulled his mouth to hers.

It was so soft, her lips warm and gentle against his.

His breath hitched when her tongue brushed his lower lip and he eagerly opened for her. The grip on his hair tightened every so slightly as her tongue met his. He pressed forward more, a low groan moving up from his chest.

She pulled back just enough to let their noses brush. “Such a sweet boy, aren’t you, Maxwell?”

“Yes, Mommy,” he breathed, trying to recapture her lips.

She moved out of reach, mischief dancing in her eyes. “Maybe when we do this again,” she told him. Getting up off of the floor, she reached down to him with both hands. “Time to stand up, I’m afraid.”

He blinked up at her for a moment before taking her hands and putting his feet under him. She pulled him up and he swayed on wobbly legs.

“Just give it a second,” she said, holding him steady.

He gazed at her, a hand gripping her shoulder. “You’re nice like this,” he blurted.

Her eyebrows lifted as she carefully helped him over to his clothes. “I take this very seriously. I want to make sure you’re okay. And I tend to be fairly nurturing when I’m treated with respect.”

“But you left me last time,” he said, frowning slightly, pulling his underwear and trousers on.

She gave him a small smirk as she separated his dress shirt, waistcoat, and suit jacket. “You weren’t showing me any respect.”

“I should have,” he said softly, taking the shirt from her.

“Things are usually far more pleasant that way,” she told him. “But I can handle a touch of brattiness every so often. Plus, the spanking is fun.”

He offered a little grin. “It is.”

One brow arched up. “That’s not an excuse to start acting out all the time, Mr. Lord.”

His head tilted, that grin still there as he buttoned his shirt. “I like it better when you call me Maxwell, Ms. Lancaster.”

“And I prefer being called Beth, Maxwell,” she said, holding out his tie.

He nodded, grin widening a bit as he took it. “Alright. Beth, then.”

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My Mistress

An english translation of one my stories for all you Catwoman sinners out there. It’s about a very hot night between Selina and Elise (the OC of @shin-arei - her version of Mistress of Fear).

I hope you all enjoy it. NSFW of course and expect some veggies, because veggies are healthy. Here is also a nice song to it:

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=QNBd2xDYysE

Have fun everyone!

How in the world had she got herself into such a situation again? Elise bit her lower lip carefully, nibbled nervously on the sensitive flesh and finally looked up, totally embarrassed. Her quick breathing stopped immediately for a moment. Selina Kyle stood in front of her with a big smile on her face, both hands firmly wrapped around her beloved leather whip. The black-haired woman had liberally freed her tender fingers from the dark gloves. What flawless skin. For the young woman it was an almost unsolvable mystery why the body of the Cat was not covered with scars or at least some isolated bumps all over it. After everything the thief had experienced, one would suspect at least some traces. The zipper of the tight-fitting catsuit was pulled down almost to her belly button, revealing an impressive view of the outline of her breasts. A soft shade of red settled on the Mistress of Fear cheeks. They had to be incredibly soft. So fucking soft. At least that was her idea, one that had seared deeply into her mind since their first met. Elise wrinkled her nose a little bit and looked lustfully at the undisputed perfection of a female body. Far too often she had thought of a night together with the black-haired woman - even dreamed of it in her slumber or spent days fantasizing about it with lots of dirty small details. Again and again, however, the Mistress of Fear had quickly convinced herself that this would remain a wishful thinking. Why would Selina show interest in her? The fact that she was posing in front of her with her legs slightly open and lasciviously stroking the brittle leather with her fingertips seemed like a never-ending feverish dream. That she was completely naked herself and sat with her hands cuffed behind her back on the wooden floor didn't make it any better. The orange-haired woman closed her eyes half, pressed her trembling lips tightly together. God, she was so excited. Her whole body ached for the other woman's touch. Suddenly she sauntered slowly towards her, the hips moving seductively with every step. Next, the young woman felt the rough material of the whip on the back of her neck. It rubbed lightly on her skin and gradually tightened, forcing her to lean forward a little more. Elise swallowed, absolutely lost in forgotten or rather repressed fantasies. She lay with her face threateningly close to the dreamlike cleavage, rested shaking in the crook of her neck. A hand suddenly reached tenderly into her straw hair and pressed the back of the head more clearly towards the warm skin. The thief's hot breath snuggled gently against her ear, followed by what was probably the most erotic voice Elise had ever heard in her life: “Well, look at you now, darling. Someone here is clearly fervent and more than willing to indulge in hidden desires. What should I do with you in your unspeakable dilemma, my dearest? Do you have an inspiring idea for me?”

The addressed woman gasped muffled, couldn't barely suppress a moan anymore. Without a warning, one of the thin heels of the black high heels moved over her quivering thigh and slowly buried itself exactly over her crotch, making room to get between the cramped legs. The Mistress of Fear winced as the tip of the shoe slid gently over the throbbing lips of her exposed vulva. Selina giggled obscenely and continued to scratch in the short hair of her submissive ally on the floor, breathed sharply after a while: “So darling, you leave it to me, to decide for you today, right? Oh Elise, I'll give you a night of miracles. The only requirement is that you are a good girl and do exactly what I whisper into your ear. Do you understand that, my dear? ”The thief tightened the hold in her hair and forced the young woman to look up. The expression in the green eyes of the Cat was indescribable. The orange-haired nodded wordlessly, sank into the mysterious green of the deep opals of the elderly. Selina took a step back and smiled meaningfully, began to take off her high heels without any hurry. She dropped the shoes regardless. Finally the Cat closed the distance again and held out one of her delicate feet to the Mistress of Fear, raising an eyebrow mischievous. Elise's heart pounded painfully fast in her chest. She didn't need a verbal request to put her lips on the soft skin and explore it sensually. Selina tasted extremely unusual compared to all of her previous partners. It was a light, sweet note, accompanied by the barely audible taste of salt. Apparently the thief was hardly sweating. Her kisses became more dissolute, and soon her tongue obediently participated in the extensive caress. The orange-haired woman took one of the thin toes in her mouth and hesitantly began to suck on it. A pleasant sigh from the elderly literally electrified her, spurring her on to become braver immediately. The black-haired woman smiled contentedly and grasped the two sides of the whip with one hand, wrapping the leather over the back of her narrow hand. The fabric gradually closed around the young woman's throat, noticeably depressing her air after just a few wraps. With the other hand the Cat reached for a dark bottle on the side table.

She unscrewed the twisted cap with skillful fingers and sniffed the sherry casually, easily loosening the strangling embrace of the whip from the throat of the younger woman. Selina wickedly whispered: “Would you please open your mouth for me, my dear. You must be horrible thirsty, aren't you? ” With these words she tipped the alcohol in slow motion, holding the opening slightly below the knee. Elise blushed even more, but did as she was ordered. Her blue eyes watched excitedly how the reddish liquid flowed down over the shiny material of the catsuit and finally wet the beautiful feet. A short time later, the fruity wine played around her dry palate. The orange-haired woman tried not to spill a drop and swallowed the alcohol in embarrassment, shuddering at the sharp aftertaste. Despite her best efforts, a small trickle of the sherry ran past her mouth. The Cat tilted the head slightly and set the open bottle aside. She let her toes slip out of the younger woman's mouth, but cupped the Mistress of Fear chin instead with gentle fingers and forced her to look up to her. The thief bent down lasciviously and licked the little flow of alcohol with the tip of her tongue, traveling along the sweet wet spot of the booze. She consciously avoided kissing the other's shaky lips or even touching them in the very erotic process. Elise groaned louder than planned and pressed her fingers harder together. The bondage on her wrists almost made her insane. She wanted to touch the Cat so badly. Almost urgently. Selina, on the other hand only patted her cheek lightly and whispered softly: “Hmm, very tasteful. But I would like to give you something else to try, Elise.” With that she slowly slipped the catsuit over her shoulders and stripped elegantly out of the skin-tight material. To the amazement of the younger woman, the thief did not wear underwear under her outfit. The older woman put her head back briefly and ran her hands through her black hair, then stroked her body seductively. She sighed hotly and looked away for a moment. At that moment Selina seemed aloof. An untouchable goddess, who was careful to let unworthy mortals around her know that she was superior to them and had the power to decide what would happen next. Finally the Cat strolled up to the orange-haired woman as if on velvet paws, came a lot closer to her than before. Her delicate hands wandered back into the straw hair and pressed the face of the Mistress of Fear firmly into her crotch. Elise shuddered heavily, smelled the intense scent of the black-haired woman for the first time. Almost in awe, her tongue slid over the gap in the well-formed labia, looking for a way to touch the hidden mound of the clitoris. The younger woman took the erogenous area in her mouth and played with her tongue on the sensitive skin, alternating gentle licking with a slight sucking to form some kind of pressure. Selina finally let herself go for a soft moan. She breathed seductively: “You do incredibly well, my girl. Just don't give up now. If I should take you, you have to make me happy beforehand.” This statement practically kindled the long-forgotten fire in Elise's chest. She leaned a little further forward and worked the crotch of the Cat with an unfamiliar passion and honest devotion. The tip of her tongue caressed teasingly whatever she could reach from this position.

The older woman started massaging the back of the orange-haired woman's head, sometimes gasping in surprise when her partner found new sensitive spots on her vagina. The Mistress of Fear grumbled cautiously. Her fingers clawed deeper into her own skin, making it clear that they were actually needed somewhere else and were not thrilled with the current situation of bonding. Selina, on the other hand, seemed to be completely satisfied with this whole situation. Essentially, it was not surprising that the thief found it way more exciting to take control of her counterpart and savored her power. The younger one tried her best to pamper the black-haired woman with all of her knowledge about pleasing girls. Contrary to her still cool voice, the Cat was also extremely moist, which fortunately made it easier for her partner to penetrate her carefully with her tongue. The labia fork under the slight pressure and cleared the way, almost inviting the tip to slide in further. This serious approach let to one of the most wonderful sounds coming out of the mouth of the elderly. The low scream alone created pleasant goosebumps on the back of the Mistress of Fear. She tasted the black-haired woman extensively, deliberately trying not to miss any part. At one point Elise strongly believed she was very close to make the Cat climax, but before this magical moment happened Selina pulled her head up from her wet crotch. The thief's cheeks were slightly red, but not nearly as visible as the one of the younger woman. Selina put a finger to her precious lips and winked at her breathlessly, then stepped into the next room - probably the adjoining bedroom. A few seconds passed. Tormenting seconds. The orange-haired woman squeezed her thighs together and trembled badly, feeling how she gradually lost control of her inner lust. She was about to dissolve. The moist freely ran from her private parts, clearly revealed by a visible wet stain on the wooden floor. Light steps beside her made the younger one jump. Her cheeks turned deeply red at the unfamiliar sight. The thief wore a pitch black strap-on dildo, the bands tied tightly around her waist. The toy itself dangled over her crotch and moved slightly under the black-haired woman's breath. She stepped behind the Mistress of Fear, turned the whip slowly so she could choke her partner more easily from this new position. Selina didn't said a word, just pushed her forcefully forward until the orange-haired woman finally lay with her cheek on the floor. Her knees began to shake violently.

Elise wanted to move, but the firm enthrallment on her wrist still prevented any kind of actions. She at least tried to push her butt more up for the Cat, offering her pouring vagina willingly to the dominatrix. Something cold touched the moist crevice, moved without hectic along the sensitive skin. Suddenly the dildo pushed itself inch by inch into her tightness, filling up the space available and gradually digging deeper into her. The younger woman screamed out loud, whimpering weakly after the first penetration. The thief chuckled excitedly, grasped the two ends of the whip with one hand and moved her hips in a pleasant rhythm into the willing body on the floor. With every second she pulled the leather tighter, gradually choking the Mistress of Fear again. Elise lost control of her own body and groaned with a gasp, enjoying the almost forbidden desire between them. She was no longer able to say anything, just gave in to the burning sensation in her abdomen. The Cat's supple skin rubbed against hers. An initially small river of saliva found its way to the ground and collected in a steadily growing puddle on the wood. Was this how heaven felt? Probably. Selina got faster and harder, although this was a completely different experience than any enjoyable hour with male partners. In spite of everything, the black-haired woman was sensual, if not to say delicate. She hit points in her body that the younger girl herself had never known before. The persistent lack of air also slowly took its toll. The world began to blur and turn black. Was she about to pass out? Elise was absolutely indifferent at that moment. The main thing was that the Cat doesn't stop penetrating her evenly with the black dildo. A very unique orgasm was built up quickly, completely uncontrolled and even if the orange-haired had wanted to hold it back longer, the circumstances of this one-of-a-kind act of pure passion made it nearly impossible. To make matters worse, the lascivious voice of the thief nestled in her ears again: “Come for me, Elise. Come so hard as you've never come for anyone in your life.” That was all the younger one needed. Her body tensed up and twitched spastically, everything literally contracted inside her. Despite the whip around her throat, she screamed, if only softly. The climax overwhelmed the Mistress of Fear and tore the ground from under her feet. Her body practically collapsed under the overstimulation, forcing Selina to let the leather loose to not actually strangle her partner. The young woman was lying limply on the velvet wood, panting heavily, still trembling without any control of her muscles. In addition to the vaginal fluid, a small trace of urine had also found its way out of her organism. She closed her eyes in shame. This time it was just too much to handle and when a certain limit was exceeded, the orange-haired woman no longer had control over her bladder. A circumstance that she couldn't change. As supple as a cat, the thief leaned leisurely on the younger girl's back, still with the dildo buried deep in her abdomen. The black-haired woman caressed the ear of her partner and breathed softly into it: “We are far from finished for today, Elise. This is just the beginning of an incredible night."

#DC #Batman #Catwoman #selina kyle #Elise Shadowain #Mistress of Fear #Lesbian

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Proper Training

Chapter 1

This is my entry for @searchforanotherway‘s Onyx Night Challenge. I took a little detour with the challenge, but, it’s still a dark(ish) marvel fic, so I hope it counts! I tried to write a Dark! Bruce fic, but, sadly, I couldn’t find the inspiration, I’ve tried 3x to write something and keep failing, but I’m still gonna try, I’ve been wanting to write a Dark! Bruce forever! So, instead, we get Reader and Rumlow for now.

I know this isn’t going to be as dark as some of the other fics for this challenge, but I hope you enjoy it either way.

Pairing: Reader x Rumlow, Reader x Winter Soldier (technically, not bucky......)

Rating: 18+

Takes place pre-Captain America: The Winter Soldier

Prompt: “You are mine now. You don’t get a choice in the matter”

Word count: 3113

Warnings: Non con, kidnapping, light bondage, forced orgasm (please let me know if there are other warnings I should add!)

A/N: I proofed this a few times, but I’m sure I missed some errors, so please forgive me! I don’t want to give a summary right now, because, I don’t want to give too much away, but this is, a dark fic. There will also, probably be more editing of this chapter down the road, but for now, I’m happy with where it stands. If the story goes the way I plan, later chapters will hopefully, be a little more on the darker side.

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When Brock Rumlow woke up, he wasn't in the last place he'd remembered. Blinking his eyes a few times, finally bringing the room into focus, he immediately recognized where he was, or, he recognized the equipment, at least.

When he tried to raise his hand, to rub his face, he quickly found that he was bound to an exam chair, as were his legs. He also noticed that he was wearing nothing, but his boxer briefs.

“The fuck is going on?” He mumbled to himself, as he struggled against the restraints, testing to see how secure they were. Unfortunately, this was SHIELD, and these restraints were meant to hold a super soldier.

“Mr. Rumlow?” he heard a soft, timid voice say, from behind him.

A small smile crossed his lips, recognizing the voice. It was his favorite doctor. Doctor (f/n)(l/n). He'd been pining after her, since she started working for SHIELD. He'd shamelessly flirt with her, constantly ask her out, make excuses to visit her in her lab, pay her misogynistic compliments. He'd “accidentally” bump into her in the halls, the perfect excuse to touch and feel her up, a little. He loved how timid, shy and mousy, she was. She had the whole, good girl next door, librarian vibe going on, and it drove him crazy! She'd inspired some of his dirtiest fantasies, it was getting so bad, he'd start fantasizing about her at work, and often have to relieve himself in the mens restroom.

“Doc, am I glad to see you.” He said, as she walked around the chair and stood in front of him.

“Oh, goodness! You're practically naked!” she squeaked, her face darting up to the ceiling.

“No time to be shy now, sweetheart. You gotta let me out of this chair.” he couldn't help but smirk, enjoying how shy she was.

“Oh, um, right, sorry.” She blushed, as she started to remove the strap from one of his arms.

Brock couldn't stop himself from wondering what he would have done, if he'd found her half naked strapped to this chair. Then he realized, who was he kidding? He knew exactly what he'd do.

Once she'd freed both of his hands, she stepped back, and let him free his legs.

“What happened, Doc? How'd I end up strapped to this chair?” He asked, looking up at her, while working one of the restraints loose.

“It's Hydra, they've infiltrated the lab. I hid in the the air ducts when the alarms started going off and the lock down was announced.” She said, tears welling in her eyes, still avoiding looking at Brock.

“Hydra?” Brock asked, confused. He'd have known if Hydra was going to infiltrate her lab, Pierce would have told him.

“I saw them bring you in and strap you to the chair. I wasn't sure how long they'd be gone for, so I stayed hidden. I didn't come out, until I heard you waking up. But, when the soldiers who brought you in were leaving, they said they needed to find me. They had orders to detain me, but they needed me alive, with minimal injuries.” she said, wiping away the unshed tears before they could fall.

Brock knew what minimal meant. Basically, so long as she was alive, everything else was acceptable.

“Don't worry, Doc. I'll get you out of here, safe and sound. You just gotta stick with me and do everything I tell you. Can you do that for me?” He asked, putting both hands on her shoulders, forcing her to focus on him.

“Mr. Rumlow, I'm so scared!” She cried, throwing her arms around his shoulders and crying into the crook of his neck. Brock couldn't stop himself from breathing in the scent of her shampoo. She always smelled so good.

“I know, Doc. It's all right. I'm gonna do everything in my power to keep you safe and out of their hands.” He said, returning the hug, before leaning away, and holding her face, so she was looking at him again.

“I need you to trust me, that I'm gonna get you out of here. OK?” he asked, groaning internally, at the realization that he was starting to sound like America's golden boy, himself. But, if this worked, he figured, there was no way she could turn down his offer for dinner.

He smiled, when she nodded, using the sleeve of her lab coat to dry her eyes. Brock stared at her a moment longer, memorizing the way she looked, knowing he'd use it for masturbation fuel later.

“Good. Now, you got any extra clothes and shoes in here? Weapons?” She shook her head in the negative and looked down at her feet.

“It's all right, we'll just have to make a stop in the locker rooms. I always have extra clothes and weapons in my locker.”

“Do you want me to wait for you here?” she asked and Brock could see the fear in her eyes.

His first thought was to have her wait, he could get there and back, quicker and with less chance of being seen. But, with as scared as she was, he figured, she'd probably end up following him anyway, so best to take her along.

“No, but, sweetheart, if you're gonna come, you have to do exactly as I say. Understood?”

“Yes, sir. I understand.” She stuttered in that shy, demur way, that made his cock twitch. If she didn't go out with him after this, Brock decided he'd just roofie her at the next Stark party she attended.

“Alright, lets go.” he said, turning and headed for the door.

He'd barely taken s step towards the door, when he felt a small prick in his neck. His hand shot up to the spot, and he turned around, eyes wide, to see the doctor, holding a syringe, a triumphant smile across her face.

“Doc?” he asked, stumbling away from her.

“Yes, Mr. Rumlow?” she asked, in that sweetly, innocent tone of hers.

“What did you just do?”

“Nothing much, just a little something to make you more compliant.” she hummed, throwing the syringe in the sharps container.

“Soldier, please restrain Mr. Rumlow back into the chair.” she said, now washing her hands.

Rumlow heard a door open, and saw the Winter Soldier walk in. Brock tried to fight him, but whatever she'd given him, was working fast. He was starting to feel slightly disoriented, his body, feverish and there was the starting of a familiar ache in his nether regions.

“Sex pollen?” Brock groaned, as the Soldier finished restraining him and walked over to (y/n).

“More or less, but this is a new concoction I've been working on, for some time now. I took my research to Alexander, and he gave me the go ahead for human testing. You should be happy to know, I specifically asked for you, as my little guinea pig. Alexander was all to happy to agree.”

“Bitch, when I get out of this chair......” Brock hissed, barley struggling against the restraints. His body felt hotter by the minute and the ache between his legs was quickly becoming unbearable.

“You'll what? Hurt me? For giving you exactly what you've been wanting from me, since I started?”

“What are you talking about?” Brock asked, he was starting to pant and squirm in the chair now. The subtle friction from his boxers, only making the situation worse for him.

“I'm not as naive as I let you think I was, Mr. Runlow. Far from it, actually. You'll be pleased to know, I'm quite the sexual deviant. I'd tell you to ask my Soldier, here, but unfortunately, he doesn't remember some of our best sessions.” she pouted, as she gently caressed his cheek. The Soldier closed his eyes, and pressed into her hand, a small smile on his face.

“He really is the sweetest thing, you know. He's become so much easier to deal with, since he's become my responsibility. You get the best rewards when you've been a good soldier, don't you?” she cooed at him, his hands sliding down her arms, her sides, and resting on her hips, as he took a couple steps closer to her.

“You play with him?” Brock spat, disgusted at the thought.

“No, I reward him. Just like I'll reward you, but, you have to be a good soldier, first. Tell Mr. Rumlow my number one rule.” she said, smiling up at the Soldier.

“Only good soldiers cum.”

“Very good, my Soldier.” She purred, giving the Soldier a kiss on the cheek. “Now, why don't you go to your room, and wait for me. You can do what ever you'd like, and I'll come visit you later. Mr. Rumlow and I have a much overdue play date.” she purred, turning back to look at Brock, nothing but pure lust written across her face.

“Doctor?” The Soldier asked, hesitantly.

“Yes, my Soldier?” She asked, her eyes remaining fixed on Brock.

“He's not going to become your new favorite, is he?” the shy, timid tone of the Soldier's voice, had her turn and look at him with concern.

“Of course not.” She cooed, holding his face in one hand, while she cards the other through his hair. “No one could ever replace someone as perfect as you. You'll always be my favorite. Now, go relax in your room, like I asked, and I promise, I'll come see you when I'm done here.”

The Soldier nodded, and headed for the door, stopping next to Brock, first.

“Hurt her, and I won't hesitate to kill you.” He growled, before doing what he was told.

“He's such a good boy.” She smiled, adoringly, after him. “Now, Mr. Rumlow, judging by the amount of distress your in, I'd say my new formula is performing above expectations.”

“Why are you doing this?” he panted, her concoction making it hard for him to think straight, with his body feeling like it was on fire.

“Because you lack discipline and respect, Mr. Rumlow. You think, because your so big and strong,“ she purred, her hands running across his bare chest, causing Brock to let out a small, satisfied groan, “and I'm so shy and timid, you can talk to me however you like. Continue with your advances, even though, I've declined countless times. I honestly, don't think you can take a hint, Mr. Rumlow. So, I've decided to give you what you've been wanting, for so long.”

“You're crazy!” he moaned, as her hands drifted lower, to lightly caress his thighs.

“No, just smarter than you.”

“Pierce isn't gonna let you get away with this.” He hated to admit it, but her laugh was like music to his ears, and it only made his cock ache for her more.

“Oh, Mr. Rumlow, I already told you, he authorized it. But, I'll let you in on a little secret,” she said, placing gentle kisses across his chest, as her hand continued to lightly caress his thighs, “You'd be in this position, even without his permission. Truth be told, as much of an asshole as you are,” she gave his chest a hard slap, for emphasis, “you are quite the specimen. Those long hours in the gym, training, flexing those muscles, all those drills you run with Captain Tightass. It does things to a girl.” She said, giving his nipple a quick bite, causing Brock to moan and arch into her.

“Oh, someone likes a little pain, does he?” she asked, looking at him with a victorious grin.

“I swear, you jock types are all the same, with your submissive little, scholar fantasies. Tell me, Mr. Rumolow, how many times did you get off to imagining me like this?” She asked, looking up at him with big, doe eyes, biting her bottom lip, as she pulled his painful erection free of his boxers.

Brock tried to stifle the moan, as she pulled his dick from his boxers, her touch gentle and feather light, as she gave it a few light strokes.

“Oh my! Mr. Rumlow!” she feigned a shocked gasp, her tone sickeningly sweet and innocent. “You're so big! You'll never fit inside me, you're going to split me in two!”

“Oh, FUCK!” Rumlow hissed, as she gently caressed his cock. He tried to thrust up into her hands, but she only removed them when he did.

“NO!” he yelled, his hips trying to follow her.

“Ah, ah, ah, Mr. Rumlow.” she teased, wagging her finger at him. “I asked you a question, if you don't answer, you don't get a reward.”

“What?” he asked, her actions, confusing the hell out of him.

“I asked,” she said, licking his cock from base to tip, eliciting a hissed “fuck!” from him. “How many times have you imagined me like this?”

“All the time.” he panted.

“You're being such a good boy, Mr. Rumlow, and, as promised, you get a reward.” she smiled, before giving him another lick from base to tip, this time, going much slower, using the tip of her tongue to run up the vein, only to take the tip in her mouth, giving a hard suck as she pulled away from him again.

“Mr. Rumlow, you taste so good.” she moaned, using that sickly, sweet, innocent tone, again. “I can't wait to make you cum, Mr. Rumlow. Have you fill me up, as you fuck me, so hard.” She whined.

“Fuck, yes. Please! I need to cum.” he hated how desperate he sounded. But it was the truth, he was beyond desperate, but at this point, he didn't care.

“Oh, Mr. Rumlow.” she cooed, before wrapping her lips around the head, and gently sucking. Rumlow tried thrusting up into her mouth, wanting her to take more of him, but every time he did, she just pulled away, taking nothing more, than just the tip.

He almost came, when she quickly took his full length in her mouth. He felt himself enter her throat, but before he could enjoy the sensation, she'd pulled away and removed her mouth. She stood up and said, in a harsh, commanding tone, “You cum, when I give you permission!” as she slapped the shaft of his cock, hard.

Rumlow screamed as he came hard, all over his chest and abdomen.

“Well, well, well, Mr. Rumlow, it looks like you have a little masochist in you.” (y/n) said, her eyes sparkling with pure joy.

“Though, I guess I shouldn't be that surprised. Tough guys like you, always do.” Brock panted, while he tried to look up at her, his head hanging, chin resting against his chest.

“Oh, don't give me that look. You're lucky I'm not punishing you for cumming without permission. I already told you, you don't cum, until I say you do.” she growled, slapping him across the cheek.

In that moment, Brock didn't care. The ache between his legs, had been relieved. He could think clearly, again.

“When I get outta this chair, you're gonna pay, Doc.” he panted, as he glared at her.

“Oh, you think so?” she said, turning to him, with a wicked smile and a dark gleam in her eyes. She took a deep breath, before continuing. “Mr. Rumlow, by the time I'm done with you, you're going to be nothing more than a limp, shell of the man you used to be. Your only desires, will be to please and serve me. You see, Mr. Rumlow, you are mine. You don't get a choice in the matter.”

Brock watched her walk to her desk, furious that he'd let himself fall into this situation. How could he have been so blind? Fooled by her sweet and innocent act. He thought back to all the times he'd interacted with her, followed her home. Not once, was there any indication, or hint, of the woman standing across the lab. His thoughts were interrupted, when he heard a voice come over the speaker on her desk.

“Yes, Doctor?” He recognized that voice. It was Jasper Sitwell. What the hell was she doing calling Sitwell?

“Send in the Soldier, please. I want him in full tactical.” she ordered.

“Yes, ma'am.”

He watched her, remove her finger from the speaker, and turn to him with a smug smile, gracing her lips.

“Why so confused, Mr. Rumlow?” she asked, walking towards him, as if she were a predator, stalking it's prey.

“Is it such a surprise that Jasper would be so willing to follow my orders? You saw how well my Soldier followed them. You see, Mr. Rumlow, the fact is, I'm the true brains behind Hydra, not Jasper Sitwell, nor Alexandern Pierce, and definitely not Armin Zola. Such a creepy little man.” She shuddered, as she said the last sentence under her breath.

“You men are all so easy to manipulate and control. Always thinking with your dicks. You're so busy waging them around, trying to prove who has the biggest, none of you ever saw me coming. See, I've been at this for a very long time, Mr. Rumlow. Hydra is much older than anyone knows.”

Before she could continue, the Soldier entered the lab. In full tactical gear, as ordered.

“I was hoping I wouldn't have to use my Soldier, but, special circumstances, and all that.” she smiled, walking over to the Soldier and caressing the mask that covered his cheek, with that same adoring smile from earlier.

“Are you ready to help me show Mr. Rumlow, how a proper Soldier behaves?” she asked, brushing some of his hair out of his eyes.

The Soldier gave Brock a glare, as he eyed up him, up and down, then his eyes fell back to (y/n), his expression softening.

“Yes, ma'am. Anything for you.” he replied and she beamed up at him, causing him to stand just a little taller. Pride filling him at pleasing her.

“And that's why I called for you. Always so obedient and eager to follow orders. Always my good Soldier.” she cooed.

“Always, ma'am.”

The softness in the Soldier's eyes hardened, when she turned to look at Brock.

“Well, Mr. Rumlow, looks like we're ready to start your training.”

#aw!dark!ficchallenge #dark fic #rumlowxreader #brock rumlow #rumlow #dark!Marvel #onyx night challenge

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A Fornicating Faction (NSFW-Request)

(This is featuring the trio from MK.) *Warning: This fic contains group sex, and some s&m references.

“Oh, that’s tight Kei,” MC grunted in response to the erotic Englishman’s bondage job on her wrists and ankles.

Kei’s erection strained tightly against the constricting fabric of his pants, while he watched the vulnerable agent struggle helplessly, as she attempted to free herself from the leather bondage restraints that were keeping MC compliant to his every fantasy. Ignoring the throbbing feeling coming from below his waist, Kei straddled her naked body, and slowly crawled up towards her face. His long fingers wrapped the fleece lined blindfold over her smoky eyes, robbing MC of her most subservient assets. The blond Englishman chuckled in approval, and deliberately brushed his covered cock in her face, before leaving her abandoned on the bed.

“I never thought the day would come that we would see our MC be so submissive,” Kazuomi’s voice boomed throughout Kei’s bedroom. He confidently strutted into the private chambers, while Yuzuru quietly trailed behind him. “Sorry, Yuzu and I are running a bit behind schedule. Thanks for preparing our little lamb for tonight’s slaughter Kei.”

MC’s coils tightened in anticipation at Kazuomi’s dominating words, and her lips curled into a small smirk. A few nights ago, after having one too many drinks, MC enrolled into a wager with the trio formerly known as 3S. If she lost to the men in a game of poker, MC was to surrender her body to their wildest sensual desires. Although casual sex was not something MC normally engaged in, she had grown close to these attractive guys, and the prospect of them dominating her was something that sounded extremely arousing.

“We had a bet, and I’m a woman of my word,” she purred in response to the lone finger that was now trailing down her body.

“Hot already? I’ve barely touched you MC,” Kazuomi crooned into her ear, “Although, I guess that seems about right considering I can bring any woman down to her knees.”

MC wanted to wipe that arrogant smirk off his face, she knew that he was wearing in true Kazuomi fashion, but his simple touch was already making her melt. Tonight-and just for tonight-she would obediently allow them to execute their whims, while MC passively adhered to each and every command.

“Stop trying to take her for yourself Kazuomi,” Kei huffed, “Even back in school, you never were any good at sharing.” Kei disrobed his clothing and sighed in relief when his thick cock was finally sprung free from its confinement.

Yuzuru, who up until this point had been silently observing, removed the clothing from his lower half. Taking his long length into his cold hand, Yuzuru slowly started to stroke up and down, while he curiously watched his two friends caress the brass woman.

Kazuomi’s tongue was presently worshiping her swollen breasts, and Kei’s fingers were working their magic to gratify MC’s dripping cunt. Her nipples were erect, and Kazuomi gently kneaded them with his teeth. Kei’s withdrew himself from her and MC let out a growl of displeasure.

“Patience MC,” Kei ordered the withering spy. Kei licked his fingers, and sucked hard, ensuring that he lapped up every last drop of her bliss. “I’m going to get a toy, that I know a bad girl like you would enjoy.”

“Damn it! You guys are all talk, but let’s see how you are in action!” MC proclaimed out in aggravation. Her body was ready, and MC needed a lot less foreplay, and a whole lot more fucking in order to really savor every second of this crazy night.

“Sweetheart, you have no idea what you just initiated,” Kazuomi groaned, as he pulled away from the bed. He started to strip his clothing, while Yuzuru haltingly strode over to the bed, gazing at MC in a similar way a lion surveys its prey.

MC’s body was glistening with sweat. The satin sheets on the bed were sticking to her back, and MC’s hair was a disheveled curly mess. God, she needed to touch them. Any of them would do just fine, but MC NEEDED to feel them. Throwing her pride out the window, MC wriggled in sheer desperation, and tried to arch her pelvis up from the bed.

“Please. PLEASE, I need one of you fine gentleman inside of me,” she begged with no shame, “I can’t take this any longer. Not without someone fucking me.”

Firm hands suddenly clutched her hips, and MC could tell by the faint scent of the natural cologne, that her assailant was Yuzuru. His nails dug into her rosy colored skin, and he teased MC by pressing the head of his member against her entrance.

“You might regret saying that,” Yuzuru whispered, “Especially when I end up breaking you.”

“It’s nothing I can’t handle,” she retorted, while biting the inside of her cheek. That bastard knew what he was doing felt good, yet he continued to draw out his torture session.

Fortunately for MC, she didn’t have to wait much longer, because she felt Yuzuru’s hands grab onto her firm breasts and give them a few hard squeezes.

“Don’t forget you said that then,” Yuzuru remarked, before taking the deep plunge into her awaiting core.

“Ahh! Yes! God, yes!” MC panted in rhythm to his powerful thrusts.

“Not God. Yuzuru. It would be in your best interest if you remembered that,” he muttered in response to her incoherent babbling.

“You must be quite the special woman MC,” Kazuomi called out, “Yuzuru’s animalistic side has been fully awakened.”

He watched while her breasts bounced and smacked around, and pumped his cock a few times, before pushing his cock between her pouted lips. She readily accepted his erection and ran her tongue down the thick penis that was fully occupying her mouth.

“That’s it. Can you feel Yuzuru and I stretching out the different areas of your body?” Kazuomi cooed. MC tried to nod but gagged when Kazuomi’s erection pressed further into her mouth.

Meanwhile, Kei had finally returned from his closet and took a moment to appreciate the sight that was taking place before him.

“Beautiful,” he admired, “All three of you are absolutely beautiful.” Kei approached the threesome, and revealed to his friends the anal beads he planned to use on their unsuspecting MC.

Making his way around his two friends, Kei sucked on his finger, and tested the waters by sliding it into her tight asshole. He felt her initially clench her muscles, but soon relaxed when Kei softly massaged his thumb along her sensitive hole.

“Let yourself unwind,” Kei smoothly guided. Pushing the beads into her, MC roughly grasped the bounds containing her wrists, and started to violently thrash around.

“Oh, yes! I’m ready to cum! L-Let me cum,” MC whimpered in hopes they would show mercy on her desperate soul.

Kazuomi soon shot his load into her mouth, and MC swallowed the hot seed, while he removed his limp penis from her. He shared a private glance with both Yuzuru and Kei, and the three longtime friends all exchanged a nod.

“Only if you declare us the winners of tonight’s love fest,” Kazuomi proposed, “Acknowledge your role as the mouse in our game, and we’ll have you screaming to the heavens in no time.”

MC openly scowled, knowing very well that the men were probably all grinning at each other, relishing the fact that she was at their mercy. Normally she was never one to let a man tell her what to do in bed, yet tonight was an exception. Her orgasm was within reach with the help of these tricksters. If they were going to use her, MC was going to take a page from their rulebook and use them right back to find her release.

“Fine, but only if you release my ankles from these shackles,” she negotiated, “I want to change positions to ensure that I’m guaranteed to fully receive your “happy ending” services.”

“You drive a hard bargain, but we’ll allow it,” Kazuomi neutrally responded.

Soon her ankles were free, and MC took a moment to stretch them out. Once she was comfortable, she lifted them up into the air, and Yuzuru helped situate her onto his shoulders. This angle allowed him to penetrate MC even deeper, and Yuzuru’s penis was once against surrounded by her sweltering dampness in between her soft thighs.

Yuzuru rammed into her, and MC let out sharp cries of bliss. Kei’s fingers were toying with the anal beads, yet he made sure his tongue was focusing on her hypersensitive clit. Kazuomi also joined back in and was groping the fleshy mounds of her chest. Every caress, squeeze, fondle, and pet the guys were unleashing on MC, was enough to send vibrations pulsating throughout her boiling frame. She let herself go, and her walls came crashing down around Yuzuru. “Hmm,” Yuzuru and MC moaned in unison, and MC howled, as they rode the waves of their climax together. Yuzuru’s hips resumed their gyrating, until both had finally reached the end their euphoria.

MC yelped when she felt Kei withdraw the anal beads, and gasped when Kazuomi freed her wrists. She quickly tore off the blindfold and was now facing the three winners of the bet. Swinging her legs to the edge of the bed, MC tried to stand up, but collapsed when her wobbling knees refused to support her weight. Opening her mouth, MC went to speak, yet was unable to since her throat was scratchy and hoarse.

“There’s no need to push yourself,” Kazuomi reassured. He pressed himself against her back, and Kei went to fetch a glass of water. MC nodded her head in thanks, and gently rubbed her slightly sore wrists.

Yuzuru broke the silence by offering a suggestion that had caught everyone off guard. “Since we’re the ones that made you feel this way, I think it’s only fair if you allow us to pamper you. I’ll go run a bath.”

Without waiting for a response, Yuzuru lifted MC’s petite frame, and started to carry her towards the bath.

“Oh, I can’t wait to see her reactions when we pound her this time,” Kei cheerfully admitted to Kazuomi.

They entered the bathroom, and Yuzuru began to run some hot water. Kei poured in some foamy bath salts, and Kazuomi initiated a foot massage. She uttered a content sigh, which only urged the impatient men to commence their explorations of her body. MC knew she was in for a never-ending night of intense lovemaking, nevertheless, her core was ready to be filled with the toe-curling gratification she was sure only this trio could deliver.

Throwing her head back, MC felt hands run along the side of her neck, and all the way down to her defined curves. Kazuomi tugged her hair and bit her responsive earlobe.

“Let us be your fuck boys for the evening. After all, our guests’ satisfaction, is our number one priority here at the Raven Hills.”

Succumbing to her own lusts, MC omitted a small cry of consent, before submerging into the next round of their thrilling game. This game was rare in the fact that even losers were winners.

“O-Oh,” she murmured at the feel of licks and bites marking her skin. Just for the remainder of their evening together, MC would submit, and allowed their claiming marks on her body.

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crystalsexarch · 5 years

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Haurchefant - evening preparations - E

Being thought an eccentric had benefits. For one, the Lord of Camp Dragonhead found that poor excuses satisfied many at his command; knights were willing to write off a sudden departure or change in mood as one of Haurchefant’s oddities. Well, perhaps he’s off to the stables, or Could be he means to place another order afore the merchant’s off. Ah, and sometimes he was. But not this time.

Twenty-seven - palaver Haurchefant gets away from the palaver of running Camp Dragonhead so he can let off some steam before ambiguous female WoL gets back. Explicit if you can't take a hint. He imagines some fantasies, light bondage, and erm...some other things...

More writing and sinning available here.

Perhaps a dozen knights surrounded his desk, half-heartedly readying their reports. He had his fingers woven together in front of his mouth.Back and forth went his eyes, searching for anything interesting to hold onto. It was a routine meeting, one in which he rarely learned anything of note. Certainly naught which interested him more than his current preoccupation.

“Milord,” the captain spoke. A perceptive Elezen, a fear years his junior. “We are set to proceed at your notice. Unless aught is amiss?”

Haurchefant looked to the ceiling with his eyebrows quirked, as if he’d heard someone plodding about the roof. “Yes,” he said. “In fact I’ve just begun to feel unwell.” He stood and set his palms against the table. “I believe I shall temporarily defer my responsibilities to you, good knight. Might I trouble you for a summary of what is discussed in my absence?”

The captain nodded, then saluted, with his lips pursed. “It shall be done, my lord. And may you find comfort.”

“I am certain I shall.” He made for the door, trying to stop a smirk from winning his expression. “Have at it, then.”

Haurchefant’s quarters were as he’d left them, so he stoked a fire and closed the blinds, as though to keep the heat from leaking as it built. Of course, he felt perfectly fine. As a knight, he had never been one for shirking his duties, but he hoped to excuse himself this one night because a wealth of distractions had been roiling in his mind for hours, and twas like the unit had little to offer in way of new intelligence. And if they did, he would hear of it soon enough.

But sooner than that - the Warrior would return. And he had plans for what would follow.

Once he’d removed his armor, Haurchefant reclined on his bed and smiled at the ceiling. The man had no stamina problem when it came to lovemaking, but still he hoped to impress his lady. After some experimentation, he had determined twas best to indulge himself before she ever arrived; that way, he could last through two or three cycles of her pleasure before his own ever became an issue.

And he had plenty of fantasies to fuel his habit.

He eased his trousers off and freed himself from his smallclothes. The fire’s heat had reached him, but his own rushed through his veins as well. In his mind, the dirty memories of past couplings, and visions of the future’s…

As he started stroking, he thought of whether he’d one day convince the Warrior to outfit herself with some new equipment and take him like a man. The image made his muscles tense: she, with her hips flush on his backside, her hand wrapped around and teasing him from the front. Would it please her? Oh, he hoped it would, for it would please him endlessly, as nearly everything between them would.

Perhaps she’d tie his hands or blindfold him to heighten his senses - make each thrust quake throughout his limbs and set his teeth to grinding - but so would he be content to do the same for her.

At a quicker pace now, he considered how he’d like very much to tie her up on that selfsame bed, perhaps her wrists at first, so she could use her legs to lock him at her sex. But soon he’d like to bind her ankles, too, and spread her until her eyes watered sweet tears. Then he could work her until she was begging for release...and at the last moment slip away...leaving her open to much and more of his machinations.

He smiled, imagining the sounds she might make. It was time for some escalation, then.

He thumbed his head, where a bead of liquid had formed, and then went back to stroking. He brought his free hand to pressure the base of his shaft and then lower places. As much as he wanted to come, he wanted to exercise a few more ideas, so he kept himself from rocking his hips to intensify the experience.

What if he held her flush to the windowpane? Would her nipples harden at the chill? Or would the Warrior’s exhibitionist tendencies finally reveal themselves? If he fucked her at the window, would she imagine the way she might look from the street beneath? Would she grow wetter if she thought a passerby might commit the sight of her breasts flat against the glass to please himself later?

What if she liked the idea so much that she came upon the glass?

He had to laugh at himself. By then, his face was red with lust and his hips strained against the bliss they already bore. It wouldn’t be long before he came. How much longer would it be before she arrived?

Perhaps a final scenario would do the trick -

Breathing through his mouth, he considered how she might react if she were to walk through his door that very instant and see him begetting release. Oh, if she commanded him to finish he’d be simply delighted to obey, to let his heels bore into the bed so he could thrust into his own hand. He thought the splendid twist of her lips would be the last thing he saw before surrendering to rapture and finally letting go.

He turned his head and moaned into the covers, knowing he was close. Even as he stroked, he kept his ears trained for the sound of that doorknob turning, her footsteps down the hall. He held his breath. And came.

His seed landed on the covers - he made a note to tidy before she arrived in earnest - and on his shoulder - which pleased him, for some reason. A tiny bit of pride. With heavy breaths, and a new clarity, he pondered how he would ever make up his mind once she'd arrived. Although he loved coming inside her, so too was he curious to test his aim...

Yes, he would have to evaluate the state of his room all over again. Perhaps fetch some more wood for the fire, pick out clean garments...chance change the sheets? Or perhaps that would be wasteful, considering the nature of his plans for the rest of the evening.

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spartanguard · 5 years

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bewitched (mermay)

from @phiralovesloki:

MerMay, yay! *cough cough* smut *cough cough* maybe mermaid witch Emma or something if you don't have a universe you'd like to set it in.

Well, this took much longer than I thought it would, but here is the first prompt for Mermay! Thank you so much for sending it!

Summary: Captain Hook has nothing else to live for...until a mermaid winds up on his ship. She just might be the new lease on life he needed—and he for her—if she’s telling the truth...

rated M (i had to) | 3.8k ish

Oh, they were failures, every one of ‘em, the whole crew. What were they thinking, bringing that aboard? They should’ve set it free, cut the net and cut their losses; t’would have been a better fate than whatever they’d just welcomed to their deck.

They knew what could happen. All good sailors knew the stories. And most of ‘em had first-hand knowledge of what the blasted things could do.

Sorceresses, witches, sirens—that’s all mermaids were; pretty faces covering up the horrors underneath.

Shoulda killed her right away, they should’ve. But they didn’t. And she’d seduced the captain without a second thought.

They’d never seen him go so soft so fast; he wasn’t usually so taken with a pretty face, but one look at her and they swore—they could see the magic take hold in his eyes as she cast her spell on him.

Shapeshifting demon that she was, she stood on two legs and he led her into his cabin. And gods only knew what they were doin’ down there.

Bloody fools, they were, all of ‘em. May the gods have mercy on Hook’s soul.

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“Cap’n! We’ve got something!” had been the call.

Killian glanced up from his navigational charts at the helm, watching as the crew hauled up a fishing net. “I should hope so, unless you’d rather not eat tonight,” he called back. Sometimes, he wondered if he was a ship’s captain or a babysitter.

“I don’t think we can eat this, sir.”

He quirked an eyebrow at that; just what had they found? Hopefully something of value; gods only knew how low the coffers were getting.

He passed control of the wheel over to his first mate and hopped down the quarterdeck, making his way over to where the men were bringing the net aboard. Something much larger than any fish was writhing inside, trying to break free.

A few men backed away warily when it fell onto the deck with a plop, while one of the more bold pulled his weapon from his belt. “Want me to kill it, sir?”

Slowly, Killian stepped through the circle around their catch to see just what was causing these reactions; he could think of few creatures that could do so. And once he saw the long, glittering tail, he knew why: it was a mermaid.

Nearly every member of the crew had seen firsthand what those aquatic demons were capable of in Neverland; it was usually their policy to stay far from the sirens, and if any dared engage with them, to kill them on sight. He loathed the beings, having lost more than a few good men to their treachery.

This wasn’t Neverland, but still—his experiences with the mercreatures of this realm hadn’t been stellar either; the guilt of his interaction with Ursula still hung on him. Which likely meant this one was no friend. But after weeks at sea with little company but their own, and little to do but wait for a ship to pillage, there was no reason they couldn’t garner a bit more entertainment out of this one before deciding its fate.

“At ease, mate; that’s no way to treat a valued guest on our ship,” he instructed with a wink. “Loosen the net; let’s see what we have here.”

A few of the braver souls crept nearer and tugged at the ropes, pulling the net away from the still-wriggling beast. And when she was finally freed of her bondage, well—that’s when Killian’s life turned on its head in an instant.

She was beautiful, of no doubt—they all were. It was hard to garner the color of her hair, wet as it was, but her tail was a shimmering green and her creamy skin glowed in the moonlight. But it wasn’t her appearance that took his breath away, no—it was her eyes.

They were a stunning shade of jade that seemed to be illuminated from within, and possibly were, for all he knew, but there was more to it than that. There was something all too familiar in her eyes: the look one gets when they’ve been left alone. He saw it each time he peered in the looking glass, but for the first time ever, he’d seen it in another’s gaze.

He watched as the anger and ire etched on her expression melted into something akin to confusion and awe as she met his stare; if he had to guess, she was seeing the same thing. At least, he hoped she was.

Something deep inside stirred for the first time in countless years; maybe it was his soul, or possibly his heart. He wasn’t sure which, but he did know one thing—he didn’t want to release her just yet.

Gods, he must look a boyish fool; he was vaguely aware of the starry-eyed way he was still staring and the soft smile pulling at facial muscles that hadn’t been used in quite some time. He heard some snickering from the crew—and only just realized that her toplessness was likely the cause. If they thought that was the source of his ardor, it would certainly fit the reputation he’d forged; he was alright with them thinking so.

But the only thing that could draw his attention from her eyes was the faint glow that burst from her tail for a moment, and he watched as the fin and scales became skin and legs. Confidently, she stood, reaching a few inches shorter than him at her full height. Up close, her eyes truly were luminescent.

“Welcome aboard, milady,” he murmured softly. “How might we be at your service?”

The crew made quiet complaints in the background, but knew not to speak out. And he hardly cared; he only wanted to hear her reply.

“Perhaps we could talk in private?” she suggested, her voice as clear and refreshing as the ocean she emerged from.

He was certainly amenable to her idea. “It’d be my pleasure, love,” he answered, holding out his hand to her. She slipped her dainty fingers into his palm, a more perfect fit than he dared to think too much on, and he carefully guided her out of the throng of men and toward the ladder to his cabin below.

Oh, he heard the crew’s protests all right, as he led this beautiful creature to his quarters. He knew what they likely presumed and were probably plotting: some way to free him from the clutches of the she-demon who’d ensnared him in her magical hold. Let them scheme and conspire; as long as they didn’t interrupt, he hardly minded.

Whether it was a spell, or simply her countenance that had drawn his attention, it didn’t matter to him. Whatever was about to happen, he’d welcome it as obligingly as he’d received her. After so many years alone on an empty quest, there was nothing she could do to him that wouldn’t be a satisfying change of pace, even if that meant his own demise.

But, in a rare moment of optimism, he found himself looking forward to whatever came next.

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Ah, humans. They were so superstitious. At least, the ones Emma with which came into contact were; sometimes, she wondered if the land-dwellers were as ignorant in their beliefs as the sailors were, but if it meant she could mostly live in peace, she didn’t question it too much.

In fact, she’d been counting on their inherent (and not altogether unfounded) fear of her kind to work in her favor in this encounter. She hadn’t noticed the net as she was swimming—a hazard of being on her own, but she usually fared alright—and was being pulled up before she’d realized what was going on. And she didn’t even have to say a word before the men began to cower, and thought for sure this would be a brief encounter.

Until she laid her eyes on him. Damn, was he a sight! Tousled dark hair, bright blue eyes, a well-shaped form—he was nearly as gorgeous as any merman; it was rare to find such beauty in humans. But that wasn’t all, no: there was something familiar in his gaze that paused her in her tracks and made her think that maybe, just maybe, this human was worth not murdering.

Now in his cabin, he was flitting about nervously, opening drawers in search of...something.

“Apologies, love; just trying to find something for you to wear,” he said politely as he dug through a particularly stuffed, musty-smelling drawer.

“Why?” she asked.

He rose from his hunched-over position and cocked his head in confusion. “You mean you’ve no desire to cover yourself?”

She smirked. “What—you don’t like what you see?” She bit back a laugh as she saw crimson rise in the man’s cheeks. “Most men do.”

“It’s definitely not that, milady,” he assured her. “I was aiming for your own comfort.”

“So you do like what you see,” she flirted back, moving closer. The rumors about her kind were numerous, she knew, and most of them false. But they could perform small bits of magic, and were renowned for their skills in the art of seduction—but only on those who wish to be seduced. Even though she could tell it wasn’t working on the captain, it was her default mode; better to keep him on his toes than to let him see too much of herself (emotionally, at least).

“I can’t lie—you are indeed a marvelous specimen.” He stepped toward her advances, but stopped short of entering her personal space. “But is that really why you asked to be alone?”

His intense gaze bore into her, submerging her into the oceanic depths of his irises like the body of water they so resembled. She felt oddly exposed, though, instead of the usual comforting embrace of the sea. To be honest, she didn’t know why she’d wanted to be alone with him; she could chalk it up to simple curiosity, but something told her that he’d read through the lie.

“I can offer you what you want,” she finally replied. “Surely there must be something?” She shifted closer to him again.

“And what is it you think I desire?”

“Riches, fame, revenge,” she began to list, noticing the way he stiffened on her last suggestion. “Ahh, there it is. You want vengeance?” He was silent, looking away from her—almost angry, but slightly ashamed. She moved forward, close enough to smell him—leather and rum and the familiar salty tang of the sea. “I can get you a weapon to ensure you achieve it, if you wanted.”

“I appreciate the offer, love, but you’re a bit too late for that.” He stepped away from her again. For someone who clearly found her attractive, he was making a conscious effort to keep some space between them. “Afraid someone got to that before me.”

For the first time, she noticed the hook where his left hand was supposed to be, and it all clicked. “You were after the Dark One.” It was common knowledge that someone new had taken up that mantle recently. It was also well-known that the infamous Captain Hook had long been trying to find a way to kill the previous holder of that title, though his tale had been lost to legend over time.

Emma was the last one to scoff at fairy tales, though, given that she was a bit of one, too.

He didn’t react to her statement, just continued to stare forlornly at the floor. And that was when it hit her: he was just as lonely as she was. Even if he had his whole crew up there, he was definitely isolated, closed-off—just like she was.

Her heart broke for him a bit, because she knew that feeling—of being adrift, wondering where you belonged in the world, or with who. She didn’t know how many years it had been since she’d know family or friends. Merfolk weren’t meant for solitude any more than humans were, and yet, here she was, with him. It was insane, but there was one thing she could offer him, and it might just help her out, too.

“Well, then,” she started, sauntering toward him once more. “Perhaps I could offer you...release?”

His head whipped around and his eyes grew wide. “Beg your pardon?”

She giggled; she should have known he’d read the double entendre. “If you’d like, I can set you free from all this. I can take you with me.”

Understanding settled in as his face relaxed. “Do you mean…?”

She nodded. “Yeah, under the surface.”

He swallowed and his brow furrowed as he mulled it over. “Is that why you wanted to see me down here?”

She shrugged. “Maybe. Is that why you went with me?”

“Maybe.” He licked his lips, but she could tell he was still apprehensive. “What would you need to make it happen?”

She was tired of standing on principle and moved close to him, close enough to feel the heat rolling off his body. “You only need to give yourself to me.”

He quirked an eyebrow at that. “Body or soul? Because I’m not sure the latter is worth all that much.”

That sent a pang through her heart, but she covered up the emotion with a roll of her eyes. “Don’t be so dramatic. Just...lay with me; make a vow to me. And I can set you free.”

Static tension was building in the space between them as he thought it over. But she knew when he’d made his decision by the way his eyes flitted to her lips, and then his met hers in a surge of passion and electricity.

He wasn’t the first man she’d been with, not by a long shot, but it was the first time she’d been kissed like that: at once firm and soft, insistent and gentle. She molded against his body to deepen it, the heat of him radiating even through his thick garments.

“Why do you humans wear so many coverings?” she asked on a breath; she could feel the firmness of his erection through his trousers but could do little for it but grind her pelvis against the bulge.

“Because we’re not all as beautiful as you, love.”

“Well, you are.”

He chuckled—a deep thing that vibrated from his chest to hers and curled her toes with want. “I know.” His hand had settled on her waist while they kissed, but now was sliding up her side to cup her breast. “Perhaps you’d like to assist me in removing the offending garments, then?” He swiped his broad thumb over her nipple, making her back arch and press her further into his arousal.

She didn’t answer; she just got to work, pushing the heavy leather coat off his shoulders and over his strong arms until it fell to the floor, then undoing the clasps of his vest while he tugged at the laces of his pants and placed scruffy kisses in her neck. Not many mermen had beards, and few of the humans she’d been with; she found a thrill in the way it softly scratched her skin.

The vest soon fell off, as did his leathers; he stepped out of both them and his boots as he pushed her in the direction of his bunk. Her hands found hold in the cut of muscles above his groin and she held tight to him, keenly aware of the press of his manhood against her abdomen.

The back of her legs hit the edge of the bunk and they paused, jolted by the abrupt interruption of their continued kissing. Her hands settled on the planes of his chest, the ample hair there tickling her palms and breasts.

With his hook, he nudged her chin up to look him in the eye. “My men think you’ve bewitched me,” he whispered.

“I haven’t; I promise,” she told him, wanting to make sure he knew there was no trickery on her end.

“Oh, but you have, love,” was the reverent answer.

He gently guided her to lay on the plush mattress, then climbed on himself, hovering above her. The air between them was thick with heat and want. She could tell he was trying to take his time—some men did—but she was growing impatient.

But that thought was lost with the graze of a calloused finger over her sex. Human anatomy was slightly different from mermaid, so it always took some adjustment to the feel of lovemaking with things rearranged. That didn’t mean it was any less pleasurable, though.

She sighed when he brushed up inside her, and was keenly aware of the uptick in her heart rate. Her next shaky breath was caught by his supple lips, and the combined sensations brought her closer to peaking faster than she’d ever experienced. But she needed more, and couldn’t help the way she started to press her pelvis up, seeking more friction.

So she put her hands on his chest and pushed him away, just enough to speak. “I—I need—” she stammered; she’d never done that before—but she’d never been in the presence of anyone quite like him, had she?

“I’ve got you,” he answered, settling back on his haunches and stroking his cock a few times. He leaned forward again, about to press inside her, but paused. “If I’m to give myself to you, might I at least have your name?”

Wow; she hadn’t even realized they weren’t properly introduced. It had somehow felt unnecessary—like she already knew him even without his name. “Emma.”

“Killian.” It suited him, she thought, but then just about any other thought went away as he slid into her entrance until he was fully sheathed.

He felt...she hated to say perfect, but that was all she could come up with. Then he murmured in her ear, started to move, and she knew—this wasn’t going to be a one-time thing. And, for the first time in ages, that thrilled her.

She felt the magic start working and gave herself over to what came next.

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“I give myself to you, Emma.”

She may have only needed his body and word, but Killian was fairly sure he was handing over his heart as well, or whatever was left of it, when he made his vow. He tried not to linger on how incredible it felt as they came together, but he knew that his hopeless romantic self couldn’t ignore it. Every press into her felt like coming home, even if they’d only met not half an hour ago. It didn’t seem to matter.

He desperately wanted to take his time with this, but the press of her heel in his back and his own approaching release spurred him on, increasing his pace with every thrust. She was gripping his shoulders so hard he was sure there were bruises and he didn’t care in the slightest.

He sucked in a sharp breath when he felt Emma still around him as she came, shouting his name; gods, but it sounded perfect in her voice. He was right behind her, needing only a few more quick presses until his own climax took hold.

Something felt different this time, though—not bad, not at all, but the brief tingle that typically accompanied orgasm lingered and spread through his body. It must be whatever magic Emma was using, he had to assume, and wasn’t going to complain.

He eventually collapsed alongside her on the narrow bunk, holding her close, enjoying what would likely be his last heated afterglow; the ocean was mighty cold, after all. When their breathing returned to normal, Emma opened her eyes and looked at him. “What do you say—wanna get out of here?”

He nodded. “With you, love—anywhere.”

“Good.”

She wasn’t in a rush, but she moved deliberately, sitting up and leading him from the bed and up his stairs. How appropriate, he thought, that he was following her out when it had started in the reverse; also that he was about to make an abrupt departure from the land of men in the same way he’d entered it: bare naked.

But the chill evening air didn’t seem to affect him as Emma took him to the ship’s side railing. He could hear some of his crew shouting at him, but what they said, he’d no idea nor care. They’d be fine without him.

She turned to face him, still holding his hand. “Are you ready?”

There was still a niggling thought in the back of his mind that she could be leading him to his death, but if this was how he went, he’d already made his peace; however, he knew all would be well. “Aye,” he confirmed, then placed a kiss on her lips that made her smile, and him in turn.

Gracefully, she climbed up on the railing, and he followed suit.

“Together, on the count of three,” she said. “One…”

He swallowed.

“...Two…”

Instinctively, he held his breath.

“...Three!”

They jumped.

And he welcomed the bliss that he knew was waiting for him under the sea.

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They should’ve tried harder. Why didn’t they? Why did they assume the captain might come out of this alive?

She was undoubtedly a sorceress; they’d never heard the sounds comin’ from the captain’s cabin that they just had. Seducing him with her body and convincing him to follow him to a watery grave—that must have been it.

Why else would he show up on deck, naked as the day he was born, following her right to the edge and ignorin’ the crew’s shouts? But the two were locked in their own conversation, exchanging a kiss like lovers.

All stared in horror as the pair climbed up on the rail; a few started prayin’. And not a sound was heard when the captain and the witch dove into the sea.

The ones who weren’t frozen in shock raced to the edge, ready to throw out a line and haul the captain back up. But he was nowhere to be seen—the water was even calm enough that you couldn’t tell it’d just been disturbed.

“There! Look!” came the shout—and there, not far from the ship, the siren’s tail broke the surface, as if to taunt them.

But then it was quickly followed by another, blue as the sea—blue as the captain’s eyes.

The smarter of the crew took it for the farewell it was; the more dubious insisted he’d been eaten alive by her wicked magic. Regardless, there was no denying: Captain Hook was dead, his heart given to a mermaid.

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thank you again for the prompt, my dear! tagging some more mermates: @kat2609 @mryddinwilt @cocohook38 @xpumpkindumplingx@optomisticgirl @shipsxahoy @clockadile @kmomof4 @initiala@snowbellewells@branlovestowrite @word-bug @idristardis@sherlockianwhovian @wordsmith-storyweaver @wingedlioness @theonceoverthinker @annytecture @sherlockianwhovian and I’m not sure who else was/is into this so holla if you want a tag!

#cs ff #mermay 2019 #mermaid!emma #cs smut #my ff

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far-cry-all-the-time · 5 years

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The ennemy’s bed

Okay guys. I had so much fun being a part of @edensgay’s amazing concept !! The Far Cry 5 birthday bash was an amazing idea and here’s what i wrote for the lovely @joyfewl and her Deputy Elkie ! 💖

Pairing : Elkie Hannah Gardner x Jacob Seed.

Word count : 2′505.

A/n : I had so much fun writing this. It was my first time writing somebody else’s OC so I really hope I did Elkie justice... And I hope you’ll like soft Jake ahahah. (Also, English isn’t my first language but I hope this will live up to your expectations anyway. 💖)

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The sunlight bathing her face slowly woke Elkie up. She opened her eyes and looked around the small wooden cabin. Everything was peaceful and she felt warm. When she turned around, Jacob Seed’s blue eyes met hers. A grin stretched his lips.

“Morning, pup,” he groaned. His voice was husky and deeper than usual ; he had just woken up.

Elkie realized that his arms were wrapped around her body, holding her close to his bare chest. She smiled and traced little circles on his torso. A long satisfied sigh escapes his lips.

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Oh. What was she doing in her enemy’s bed ? Well, it all started a few weeks prior...

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Washing some of her arrows in a little stream, Elkie was humming “Oh John”. Dammit, this song was catchy !! She didn’t even pay attention to the light footsteps sounds behind her. She was thinking about Staci and how she could free him. To be honest, her coworkers were often on her mind now that she had to save them. She was young and this duty was a lot... Sometimes even too much. She was about to call Hurk Jr. or maybe Wheaty to ask them if they wanted to hang out, relax for a while, when she finally realized she wasn’t alone.

When she turned around, her jaw dropped. She felt her heart pound in her chest as she quickly tried to take an arrow out of her quiver.

“Hey, no need for that. Hands up.” ordered Jacob Seed, who was pointing his red rifle at her. Elkie obeyed, knowing he would be quicker than her and she could be dead in a second. She took a step back when she saw him move forward. “Deputy. I knew we’d meet sooner or later.” With a smirk, Jacob stopped pointing her with his gun and crouched down to collect the arrows she’d left on the ground.

After a moment of tension filled silence Elkie was too surprised to stop herself from talking. “So you’re just gonna steal my arrows ?” she yelped. Jacob didn’t answer and she watched him collect them all, inspecting them carefully.

Her ennemy stayed silent, stoic. Finally, he looked her right in the eyes and smirked. For some reason, it made her burn with rage. Elkie clenched her fists, but her cheeks turned red. She took her gaze off of Jacob Seed, her blood boiling in her veins. When she had the courage to look back at him, he was right in front of her. How had he moved so fast and quietly ? She was breathless and at a loss for words. Emotions were fighting in her busy mind and, even if she tried to, she simply couldn’t erase that little voice in the back of her head that whispered unholy thoughts about her ennemy. Elkie had always found Jacob to be quite good looking, but that didn’t stop her hatred towards him. On the other hand, now that he was right in front of her, the whisper was getting louder and it corrupted her others thoughts... Her breath got caught in her throat when she tried to say something.

Slowly, carefully, Jacob put the arrows back in the quiver attached to Elkie’s back. His hand accidentally brushed her cheek in the process, making her blush even more. She was so confused... “Thank you...?” she whispered, not sure if his action was truly a nice one.

Without any answer, Jacob took a step back, discreetly nodding his head. He cleared his throat, another smirk on his lips, and left. His eyes never left Elkie until he couldn’t see her. And she stayed right there, paralyzed. She should’ve ran after him, taken out her bow and hurt him, kill him. How many chances were she going to have to get directly at Jacob Seed without killing a hundred peggies in the process ? She should’ve called someone and arrested him right on the spot. She was a Deputy, after all, and it was her freaking job ! But she simply couldn’t, too shaken up by the impromptu meeting to even move.

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During the next few weeks, Elkie simply couldn’t think about anything else than Jacob Seed. Their meeting, his rifle in front of her, her arrows back in her quiver and his stupid smirks. She was angry at herself and, somehow, angry at him. Why did he let her go ? Did he think she was so weak he didn’t even bother to disarm her ? Oh but she was strong... She was strong and she’d show him.

And then, one day, she got captured. The bliss arrow had pierced her legs and she quickly fainted. When she woke up, she was in a small room, on a cot. She tried to stand up but the pain and the handcuffs attached to the wall prevented her to do so. Her head was spinning when she finally noticed the silhouette in a corner of the room.

“Finally up. Took you long enough,” Jacob smirked as he got closer to her. She curled up in the corner of the room, her wrist twisting against the handcuffs.

“I have to say, Deputy.. You almost impressed me. Before our first meeting, you were full of rage, destroying my wolf beacons and taking my outposts one by one. Surprising, for someone like you.” Jacob was walking towards Elkie like a predator sizing up its prey. She felt her blood boiling in her veins.

“But then... Nothing. Three weeks without any news of my little pup, huh ? So what happened ?” He was now squatting in front of her, his hands pressed together in a prayer motion in front of his mouth. His blue eyes were piercing right through her.

“I... I don’t know.”

“You’re not going soft on me, are you ?”

And she was. After her first meeting with him, the only thing she’d been able to think about was him. And not only in a “I wanna kill him” way... Quite the opposite, actually. And, now that he was so close to her again, her heart was threatening to get out of her chest just to be closer to his.

Without even realizing it, Elkie leaned forward and tried to kiss him. Her handcuffs prevented her from actually getting close enough, and Jacob took a step backward, another stupid smirk on his lips. Elkie suddenly realized what she had tried to do, and shame came burning on her face. Oh my god, how stupid was she. A little 22 years old pinning for a man twice her age who, on top of that, was her ennemy ! Jacob’s eyes were wide and scanning her face, the smirk momentarily leaving his lips. He opened his mouth and Elkie prepared for whatever taunt or insult he had in mind... But he stayed silent. It looked like he was actually speechless. But it seemed impossible ! Jacob Seed ? Speechless ? No way. Jacob Seed always had something to say. But, against all odds, not this time.

Too lost in her thoughts to pay attention, Elkie hadn’t notice Jacob’s face getting closer to hers. When one of his hand reached around her back to grab her by the neck, she snapped back to reality. She barely had time to gasp before Jacob’s lips were on hers. He was surprisingly gentle, his kiss sweet, almost tender. But, as soon as she reciprocated, Jacob’s attitude changed completely. He prevented her to move with his grip on her neck -like the handcuffs weren’t enough- and his tongue slipped in her mouth, brushing against her own. She couldn’t help but moan when she felt Jacob’s other hand slowly moving up her thigh. It made him smile under her lips.

This was unbelievable. Totally unbelievable... But so fucking good.

Jacob tried to pull her closer to him, but she winced, the sharp edges of the handcuffs digging into her skin. She broke the kiss for just a second and Jacob’s lips almost drew back in a snarl. “I can’t fucking move,” Elkie spat, looking at her wrists and back at Jacob.

“Not into bondage, huh ?” he smirked. Elkie would’ve hit him if she could, get that fucking stupid smirk off of his face. But then, just like if he had read her mind, the smile left his lips. He looked her deep in the eyes, probably trying to decide what he was going to do next. Elkie couldn’t think straight ; her heart was beating so fast in her chest she couldn’t hear anything else.

“Come on, get those off,” she almost begged, her lips already pressed against Jacob’s. Of course he didn’t trust her, she knew that. But she was defenseless and he would definitely have the upper hand if she tried anything... And, even if she felt a bit guilty about it, Elkie wouldn’t have tried anything anyway. In this moment, the only thing she wanted was to run her hands all over Jacob’s body.

“Fuck it,” he finally said under his breath, reaching for the key in his pocket.

Once Elkie’s hands were freed, everything moved even faster. In less than a second, the paperwork on Jacob’s desk was flying in the dimly lit room and Elkie was laying on the cold surface of the metal table. Jacob’s calloused hands were tugging at her shirt, slipping under it to touch her warm and soft skin. She gasped when they reached her breast. She looked at Jacob and the way awe transformed his face moved her. The guilt she had previously felt disappeared and she cradled his cheeks, pulling him closer to kiss him again.

After this... unexpected turn of events, Jacob had let Elkie go. Just like that. Almost no words had been exchanged between the two of them. But the young woman noticed the change of behavior in Jacob : the soft and discreet smile plastered on his lips while she had gotten dressed and the gentler way his hands moved around her. She left with a unknown feeling in the pit of her stomach.

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Over the next few weeks, they met more than once. Sometimes at the Vet Center, sometimes in the forest... And, each time, the same thing happened : they both acted all though until their bodies melted together. Elkie promised herself it was just physical. She was just looking for some good time and Jacob happened to be looking for that too, right ? But, slowly, she just couldn’t help but think that the butterflies in her belly whenever she was with Jacob meant something else.

One day, while she was getting dressed next to him, she absentmindedly asked, “Jake, what are we ?” She stiffened when she realized how serious her question actually was. For all she knew, Jacob was just going to laugh in her face before throwing her back in a cage. He had been gentler with her, almost romantic... But she still felt deeply insecure about the nature of their relationship.

He stayed silent for a long time before scratching his beard and sighing, “Dunno, pup. Why you asking ?” His voice was surprisingly sweet and soft.

“I just... I don’t know ; I guess I kinda like you.” She tried to stay as nonchalant as possible... But her heart was once again pounding in her chest.

“Yeah, me too.”

She froze. Was it really that simple ? And, if so, what did that mean ? Was Jacob her... boyfriend ? She couldn’t help but chuckle.

“What you laughin’ at ?” Jacob smiled, grabbing the back of her shirt and pulling her back to bed. His kiss was soft, softer than it had ever been. There was no sexual intentions hidden behind it and it made Elkie’s stomach turn. She looked him in the eyes, amazed at how warmly he was looking back at her.

After that day, nothing had been the same. They started seeing each other just to spend time together, hunting, going on walks... Elkie couldn’t believe that Jacob freaking Seed was being this caring... Of course, they kept their relationship secret. She was still a Deputy and he was still one of Joseph’s heralds. But, when they were together, they were just two people...

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And that’s how she ended up in her ennemy’s bed.

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Laying next to him, she thought back to all their time together. She rested her hand on his cheek, brushing his smile with her thumb.

“I gotta go to work,” he sighed, gently stroking her back. She nodded, inhaling his smell one more time before he had to get out of bed.

“I hate it when you have to leave,” she admitted, hiding her face so he couldn’t see how sincere she really was.

“So do I.” His voice was warm, but she could feel the tension behind it. He was just as torn as her, incapable of being entirely together, but wanting to do so anyway... He leaned down and pressed his lips on hers, hard. His kiss translated all the things he couldn’t force himself to say out loud. “Maybe we’ll just have to run away together. How does that sound ?”

She grinned. “It sounds good as long as you stop hogging the covers every night...”

He reciprocated her smirk and kissed her again, playfully, his nose softly brushing against hers. “Then you’ll have to sleep on top of me, huh ? You’ll be my blanket.”

“Jacob. You’re 6’3”... I doubt I’d be a great blanket.” She chuckled and the soft smile he gave her made her heart beat faster.

“Maybe. But you’re the only blanket I need.”

His smile turned upside down when she laughed out loud, “Oh my god, that was soooo cheesy Jake.” Jacob shook his head, pretending not to pay attention to her mockery while he put his pants on. She snickered and continued, “I mean, I know you’re sentimental and dramatic and all... but this ? You’re so cute.”

In less than a second, Jacob was on top of her. His hand was maintaining her wrists on top of her head while his legs were straddling her waist, preventing her to move completely. The coldness of Jacob’s dog tag against her bare chest made her shiver.

“I’m cute ?” he asked in a deep voice, his lips barely brushing her ear. Elkie has to bite her lip to stop herself from moaning.

“The cutest,” she insisted, a malicious grin stretching her lips. Jacob kissed her, almost violently, punishing her for her smart mouth.

“You’re lucky I gotta go to work,” he murmured when he finally let her wrists go. “But don’t you worry pup, I’ll take good care of ya when I get back.” And he kissed her again, biting her lower lip when he had to break the kiss, showing her how much he wanted to stay.

What they had wasn’t perfect. It was messy and confusing and sometimes even infuriating... But, god. Elkie wouldn’t have exchanged it against anything else in the world.

She watched Jacob leave the cabin. He gave her a wink just before passing the door and she couldn’t but smile for the rest of the day.

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I really hope you’ll like it !!! 😭💖

#FC5BIRTHDAYBASH #fc5bb #far cry 5 #anniversary #jacob seed #deputy #elkie gardner #jacob seed x deputy #fanfiction #oc #fanfic #fluff #funny #romance

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mandimormon-blog · 7 years

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“There Was a Problem in Africa.”

*Ninjago Birthday How-to (below)

I lied. I lied and I have to admit it. The last time I wrote a blog, I lied.

Sure, I didn’t realize I was lying. I guess it’s like addiction to something and being in super denial. Remember? I went off on a crazy tangent of being busy and having a bunch of lists. In conclusion of that, I mentioned a bunch of crap about living life presently, throwing out the lists and stressing less.

The lie is - I can’t live without lists. Lists complete me. Lists make me feel like (regardless of reality) I’m in control and I have a plan in action. There. I admitted it.

It’s been an Adventurous April full of busyness and fun. The rest of the summer is looking quite productive, too. How about kicking off with a Top 10 List (in order of occurrence) to initiate a blog, all of the things we’ve experienced this month (maybe more, but I didn’t write so I’ve forgotten) and how about one word to best describe each experience?

1. General Conference – Inspirational

2. Pennies for the Park – Motivational

3. Time Out for Women – Edifying

4. Lip Sync Battle – Spirited

5. Piano Recital – Proud

6. Passover Dinner – Insightful

7. Easter – Love

8. Jude’s Birthday – Happiness

9. Subbing & Field Tripping – Educational

10. Jude’s Ninjago Party – Energetic

Don’t worry. I got photos. I’m thrilled to share.

5. Piano Recital – I describe as proud because I am so proud of my girls. It takes a lot of courage to get up there and perform in front of an audience. This was Remi’s first piano recital. She’s also Mr. Thompson’s youngest student because he likes to wait until 2nd grade to start kiddos, when they have a better concept of reading, and possibly because they’re more committed to practicing. Remi loves piano and she was super inspired by an older student singing and playing the piano, at conclusion of the recital. She is aspires to do the same. This recital was Reis’s third one. She’s started second semester, her first year. She enjoys it, also, she wants to stick with it to avoid playing a musical instrument in the band. I don’t know if we have a deal, but I’m thinking about making a compromise with her. If she continues piano and runs cross country, we’ll call it even. ;-D

2 6, 9 Medley - This was my FB update on Holy Week >> This week, our family has (ok.. maybe I have) selected activities to focus on the Holy Week and our Savior. For Family Home Evening tonight, we choose to do a Passover Dinner. The symbolism and meaning behind each element of the dinner was enlightening and fascinating (World Religions are intriguing to me).

The obedience and sacrifice of those faithfully practicing is admirable. Christ, we know, partook of a Passover Dinner as the Last Supper. It was interesting to try those foods and pray in a particular manner, as well, wash, sing, and drink juice. Each item on our Seder (say-der) Plate (meaning 'order') had symbolism from Exodus, when the Israelites were freed of bondage from Pharaoh.

Several sites had mixed beliefs about what the egg represented. Some say it's a sign of Spring. Others say it represented the people becoming stronger under the extreme conditions.Our Matzah was broken and passed at the table, it's a flat cracker-like "bread". It was said it didn't have time to rise as the people fled. It was also a sign of a poor man's bread. A piece was broken, wrapped in cloth, and hidden for the children to later find. The seeker then was often rewarded with a toy or candy. Perhaps the beginning of Easter Egg Hunting? Only a speculation. I wasn't aware of just how diligent some treat the Passover.

Did you know some clean or should I say sanitize their homes even with q-tips or toothpicks to remove all leavened bread? Some even dispose of dishes or utensils to make these Chavetz (bread, cereal, cake, grains). They will not feed it to their cattle nor pets during this 7-8 day Passover period. (I'm sure those practicing this religion can probably sympathize with a gluten-free life.)So we've brushed up on our Jewish Culinary Skills as well as our terminology. I think It's safe to say we have a new family tradition.

Pennies for the Park was a two-week campaign

Time Out for Women was incredible. I learned so much or maybe realized so much. With the message of enduring and having faith, speakers spoke of their own struggles, stories, and examples. One I loved was about internalizing what we learn and grace. He mentioned how it would be so simple if it in the moment we wanted something, it magically appeared, like *Poof* like Harry Potter. I want to by skinny. *poof* or I want to fluently speak Spanish *poof* Change without challenge isn’t change. Internalizing is a learning process. It’s through the learning process we learn. I’m not sure anyone remembers the exact day they learned the alphabet or the pledge of allegiance because it took a lot of days or weeks or practices to finally get it. Repetition. Remember my story about the prepositions? Just like that. It took a long time, therefore it was stored in my memory forever.

What about music? My kids were floored, I think I mentioned, when I could sing along with the Trolls movie while we were watching it in the theater. It’s because I knew those songs (they were remakes). I have a library of music in my brain, just hanging out. Yet, it was challenging to learn the veins and arteries in the human body and identify them in a cadaver during Anatomy and Physiology II in college. (I always say that was because the human body isn’t color coded like a health textbook.) Guess how many arteries and veins I remember? Maybe four. Short-term memory is different than long-term, or things we internalize.

Wilcox said our Heavenly Father can instantly prepare a mansion for us, but we won’t be prepared instantly for one. We can’t cram for final judgement or the test of life. It takes time. The learning process is just as important as the end results.

I just love that

Apparently, it was longer than I guessed on last blog date.

After lots of hard work, learning the Thriller (Michael Jackson) choreography as a youth group, we performed at the Lip Sync Battle and took home the trophy. These boys and girls worked hard practice after practice and it showed!

I am personally thankful for YouTube, the Salvation Army, and all of our Brothers and Sisters that helped us through this process. YouTube has an amazing tutorial by Funk Mode that can teach you, step-by-step, that energetic Zombie routine. The Danville Salvation Army had a 25 cent sale on the first Saturday of April. I hustled over so I could get back before Conference started. Remi and I picked out anything we saw that would work, black pants, white tops, to create our Zombie costumes. So, I spent $10.75 for 43 articles of clothing. Those pieces were didn’t butcher were donated back. With the chosen pieces, and help from YouTube, we took a steak knife to shred and fray and dye (in spray bottles) to add our bloody, sweat, and grime. Cocoa powder (from the kitchen cabinet) for dirt and voila! TJ was our Michael Jackson with the authentic costume from the music video. I saved our costumes for Halloween, too. I couldn’t trash them.Make-up and hair by our own personal design team. Sister Julian, our sister missionaries, and Sister Heath (who did the authentic wounds). They are oh SO talented. This was probably the best event ever. Who doesn’t love Thriller?

Our son turned six. My baby. The blog title, as you may have wondered was another classic Jude quote. I didn’t laugh even though inside I was dying. On Friday, around 6:45 a.m. I saw the school’s number show up on my cell phone. I wasn’t out of bed yet, but I tried clearing my throat to sound awake. It didn’t work. I sounded like an 80 year-old binge smoker. Still, I accepted the invitation to sub and surprisingly when I showed up, I realized within the half hour I’d be attending a field trip. It was about safety and I didn’t realize how much these nine year-olds needed this until one little boy came up to me and explained how he’d answered a question about ATV safety with a particular answer because his dad taught him how to drive an ATV without safety gear. He explained you go slow and take corners slowly. Oh dear.

I was expecting my youngest son to go on a field trip that day, too. But when he and his buddy came into my classroom after school he said they didn’t go. I was confused and asked why not? His response, “There was a problem in Africa.”You may be confused as to why a problem in Africa would eliminate a field trip in Indiana. Or maybe you’re questioning where he was going. He meant “Attica”. They were going to see a movie in Attica, but apparently a citizen there had been building bombs. I’m so thankful our school corporation is on top of the happenings in this area and puts students #1 when it comes to safety.

Another hilarious (to me) conversation we had was during our drive to a birthday party, we were late for, this weekend. I was chatting with him about another buddy of his and telling him his father was a cop. Jude was fascinated with this. He told me that’s why his other buddy loved cops and wanted to be one. I then said I think he may also work at the prison. Maybe I should’ve said correctional facility, but Jude latched right on with continued fascination. His response was, “Wow… that’s cool. Can we take a field trip to the prison?”

Inside, I died. I could only imagine a kindergarten field trip to the prison, “Here children, this is what happens when you don’t listen to your teachers.” or “Here’s another option of a life choice.” (Sidebar – I’m kidding, that’s very light-hearted and not meant to be judgmental)Instead I answered Jude by saying, “Maybe you should ask your teacher about doing that.” That should be an interesting conversation with my son, whose favorite color is orange.

You should probably take this moment to feel sympathy for my husband regarding the invention of Pinterest. Have I mentioned I have a Doctorate in Pinterest Research?

Here’s my Asian dining table, my husband constructed for. Surrounded by this I found an amazing steal on silky pillow cases at Dollar Tree (Yes, $1 each). However, I only had about 7 pillows, I borrowed 5 from my mother. Since I needed approximately 9 more, I began stuffing blankets and stuffed animals in the remaining pillow cases to finish my seating.

I don’t know about you, but I’ve always wanted to eat dinner at a low-floor table. I mean all my life, I thought it would be the coolest thing ever. So, I made my dream come true, vicariously.

Speaking of vicariously, or not-so-vicariously, did you notice my husband? Sensei Allen. As a child he wanted a Ninja Party. In Jude’s case, when you’re young, daddy has mad-tool-skills, you want a NInjago party, and your mom has her Doctorate in Pinterest Research, you get a fun, entertaining ninja training course party to become Masters of Spinjitzu.

If you’re local, the cake and cookies were inspired by Pinterest and made by Cookie Grandma (Attica) or should I say Africa? She’s on Facebook and her prices cannot be beat!

Ninjas had to breakdown a block wall (since this is a Lego thing), to pass off one of their areas of training. These are simply boxes, I hadn’t recycled, wrapped in Dollar Tree kraft paper.

I created this on our way home from Conner Prairie during the first week of Spring Break. But I’m not giving myself all of the credit, it’s a spin-off of multiple ideas on Pinterest.

My husband crafted these swords. The Elders tried to convince him to place a thin strip of PVC through the center, but he insisted moms would be mad if the swords could cause real injury. This sweet Elder remembered from his youth how to make Ninja Stars. He probably regrets remembering because I sent him home with 30 pieces of card stock the day before the party to make 30 of them. The little boys and girls LOVED knocking down crepe-paper wrapped toilet paper and paper towel rolls using their Ninja Stars. It also was part of their training.

Sensei says (a knock-off of Simon Says) with Sensei Allen.

The opening of gifts. This was complete chaos so I only know from Jude’s recollection what came from where, but he was elated by all he received and was super happy. Notice the shirts. You may have been thinking wow, that’s over the top and expensive. Actually, it was cheap and a great alternative to a goody bag. These t-shirts came from Dollar Tree, that’s right, $1 Youth t-shirts. I used printable, iron-on sheets from Hobby Lobby to print and iron on the Ninjago eyes. Sure, the quality isn’t amazing and after a few washes they make begin to fade or peel but that’s a fabulous play shirt and for the party, it was perfect. Those party favors cost less than $2.00 each! That’s a win in my book.

Same with the personalized Ninja headbands. This idea was cute but it was genius when the kids arrived and things got crazy. Every kid had a name tag. We didn’t have to be like “Hey You!” or “Little Boy!” we called each child by their name because it was plastered across their forehead. I highly recommend this, parents.

Again, something fun and affordable. I purchased 3 yards of white fabric from Hobby Lobby (with the 40% coupon) and ironed on the names printed, using the free font called “Karate”.

Jude, is breaking the wood (Balsa Wood which is more foam than wood) - this was the last test to become Masters of Spinjitzu. Then they earned their ninja swords for a battle with Sensei. Which was comical when he took every kid on at the same time.

After each child went through the course, it was basically a free-for-all.

Happy Birthday! We had cake, cookies, ice cream, and some authentic chinese food like rice, wontons, and spring rolls. All of the kiddos had chop sticks but they preferred using those like drum sticks. We also had a spread of fruits and veggies, and cheese. I printed the Ninja eyes from Pinterest, free. I got most of our paper products at Dollar Tree, including the disposable table covering. Lucky Bamboo came from Meijer for only $1.75 each. I told my husband they were going to be so lucky it would be a dry, beautiful Saturday. (Since cold rain was in the forecast). Guess what? We got lucky! It was beautiful!

Before the Sensei, Master Teacher Battle.

That’s how you throw an Ultimate Ninjago-themed Birthday Party! I give you these pointers, because if you haven’t watched Lego Batman, you may not have seen the preview for Lego Ninjago the Movie that’s coming out this fall. It’s going to be BIG, my friends. Prepare yourselves. Your sons will request this.

Running with Reis, my dream has come true! Seriously, this girl wants to train for her mile run in a couple of weeks. This makes me SUPER happy!!

FHE on the Lawn. Using our Asian-inpsired table. BYOP (Bring Your Own Pillow) or in this case, we used our tire tubes from the party.

Dr. Remi, the Vet. She loved typing at this computer and giving orders to her peers at the Terre Haute Children’s Museum. This place was amazing!

Competition is this weekend. Full dress, makeup rehearsal this past week. Remi loves ballet and Miss Faye.

I always try to catch her leap. I should hold it down but I keep forgetting. This was on the way down. She amazes me.

Gram is renovating, and this is one of her helpers!

I think that’s it, in a nutshell that only took a couple of hours to put together.

May the lists be ever in your favor. As I hope making them will simplify recollection for my blog posts. Have a great week (I hope it’s only a week) or month!

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