Weekend recommendations
I have a darker side that enjoys wandering into the darkness, taking pleasure in suffering and evil. The fics that satisfy this side I have in my collection The dark path.
This weekend I'd like to recommend a fic that is dark and twisted but also surprisingly sweet. Decaying Orbits by JulieBehrens (juliebehrens) is wicked good.
Obi-Wan is trapped with Sith Qui-Gon and Anakin sacrificing himself for others (again), but is it possible to maybe bring Sith "halfway" back to the light?
I would recommend this fic if you like that it's not easy and if you believe that even the worst can be redeemed.
Please read the tags before reading.
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at work from the smut asks: i'm thinking of dany or peyton visiting the other at work during their fling 😏😉
Of course, Vic! Gosh, I love them during their fling. Their dynamic is just. Good.
[Just A Fling Masterlist]
(Peyton is Vic's character; this is just all build up for later whump)
Content: pure spicy flirting and (fade to black) consensual sex.
Montgomery Capital resides on the top floors of a skyscraper downtown, all sleek glass and steel.
It wouldn't be a challenge for Dany to get an invitation; one text would do - but it's more thrilling to get in without one. And these days, Dany is all in for the thrill.
A few well-placed soft smiles, nervous swirls of her locks and randomly dropped names is all it takes to get her a visitor's badge for the conference floor, where some real estate workshop is being held. Then, it's time for another demeanor - arrogant, confident and obviously annoyed at things not going her way, and the stressed out guy in the elevator doesn't only swipe his badge for her but even holds open the security door to the executive wing. She walks in, as if the building belongs to her, gaze skimming the names on the doors, until she finds the one she came for. The desk in front of it is empty; lunch break for the CFO's assistant she assumes, and just because she can, she sits down on their chair and checks the computer. It isn't even locked. Some strokes on the keyboard, and Peyton Montgomery's calendar opens.
Dany rolls her eyes. Horrible OpSec.
She puts in a do not disturb blocker for the next two hours, spins on the chair once, before she gets up and strolls into his office.
Peyton is sitting behind a huge desk, focused on reading something on his screen, and he doesn't even look up when she walks in. "Thanks, sweetheart," he says, "Leave in on the sideboard."
She presses the button next to his door that obscure the glass walls.
"Not your sweetheart," she says, and at least he gives her the satisfaction to flinch for a second, before his lips twitch into an appreciative grin. "Your OpSec is sub par. I could get all the way up here with just a visitor's badge and a pinch of acting."
"Oh yeah?" He murmurs, his gaze running her up and down. "I guess our security system isn't calibrated against femmes fatales."
"Seems so." She reaches behind her head with one hand and loosens her updo. "Now, what if I came with sinister intentions?"
He lifts his hands and rolls back in his chair. "True. You've got me, unarmed and alone."
Dany smirks. "And with a two hour blocker in your calendar, saying 'getting fucked over my own desk'."
Peyton's hand twitches to his mouse with a rare nervosity that makes her grin grow wider.
His shoulders loosen up a tiny bit when he sees the actual entry - xoxo, D - but the way his eyes narrow, when he turns back at her, both appreciative and hungry, lets her shiver in anticipation.
Dany stalks toward him, until she's right in front of his chair and leans in, hands on his armrests.
He breathes in the smell of her hair, before he meets her gaze with a grin. "Over my own desk, huh?"
She raises an eyebrow. "Don't tell me it'd be a first."
"First time with a trespasser." Peyton's hands rest on her thighs, thumbs playing with the hem of her neat business dress, slowly pushing upward. She's obsessed with his hands, somehow, with the way his hold of her is firm, resolute, confident, but never relentless. His touch alone makes her dizzy.
"For a seasoned criminal, your legs are sure shaking a lot," he remarks. She can't hold back a small gasp, when his fingers shove up her dress, cupping her hips and guiding her backwards until she's pinned between himself and his desk. "Seems like we better start off with you on that desk, huh?"
He lifts her up onto the edge, reaches over her for something, and she gasps when cold metal meets the skin between her thighs and her panties are swiftly cut off.
A letter opener, she realises dimly, when he tosses it back onto the desk, a silver letter opener with his family crest as the handle.
Like she's his.
Then his face dips between her legs, his tongue teasing just the right spot, and suddenly, just for now, she doesn't mind being his at all.
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