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detectivestucks · 5 months

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The Anbu Captain II

18+ content, Minors do NOT interact

Pairing: Kakashi x F!Reader

Summary: The mysterious Kakashi pays you a visit after finally returning from his mission to use and abuse you in the best way.

Warnings: NSFW, Nipple, Sensory, & Anal Play, Spanking, Oral, you get it...

Word Count: 1.9k

Art Credit: @akirasukuna

Part I

It had been several weeks since the mysterious visit by Kakashi. Every day you had your head on a swivel, looking over your shoulder to see if he had returned. You never saw him but you did often see a small dog with a bandana wrapped around his chin. Clearly he belonged to somebody but you assumed maybe he was kept as an outside dog. Nevertheless, you decided to start leaving food out by your door. Not having any kibble on hand, you would leave your table scraps on a plate for the little guy to eat.

Every evening when you came home you were on your guard, half expecting the icy Anbu solider to be there waiting for you. Tonight, just like every other night for the past three weeks, you were home alone apart from the friendly dog that you occasionally allowed to sleep inside. Preparing for bed, you pulled on a lacy pair of panties and a crop top, throwing your hair up into a ponytail secured with a satin scrunchy. You crawled into bed and quickly fell asleep enveloped by your silky sheets.

You woke up with a start as you realized a man was standing next to your bed. You tried screaming but a familiar gloved hand covered your mouth.

“You!” you heaved once he uncovered your lips.

“Quiet”

“What do you mean ‘quiet’? You gave me a heart attack!”

“I read your file. You’re a ninja. You are too easily caught off guard for a shinobi.” he criticized

“Only cause you insist on breaking into my house!”

“I said quiet, now…”

You silence your protests remembering who you are dealing with. He may have read your file but you did some digging on him too. They called him “Friend Killer Kakashi.” He was a man with a trail of tragedy ranging back to his childhood. He had been an Anbu captain for years, far exceeding a normal shinobi’s tenure as a Black Op. It would be extremely unwise to go against his wishes.

He takes off his gloves before he pulls back your covers exposing your half naked form. He cups your breasts as he glides his hands down to the short hem of your crop top nodding in approval. His hands glide further down to your undergarment as he sticks his pointer fingers beneath the lace, lifting it off your skin to pull them down.

“Do you always sleep like this?”

You silently nod, staring at his covered face as it analyzes your frame.

“Good, I expect you to look like this every time I visit.”

Your mouth opens as you’re about to protest but you think better of it and close it again.

“I will visit between missions. You will not have any men over here. You will refer to me as captain. And when I come, you will change into this”

While you feel indignant about his rules you couldn’t stop yourself from saturating the sheets beneath where you lay. The way he was eyeing you like a man whose mouth was watering for the food he was about to devour, it made you excited to allow him to feast upon your flesh.

Remembering how good he made you feel last time, you ached for him to touch you again but furthermore this time you wanted to touch him.

He slid your panties down to your knees climbing in bed next to you.

You turned onto your side, reaching out to remove his mask when he catches your wrist, squeezing it hard. You let out a tiny whimper of pain as you realize your mistake.

“No touching unless I tell you”

Again you nod.

He releases your hand as he sits on your pelvis, straddling you. You feel butterflies rise in your chest. He was gorgeous. You didn’t have to see him naked, you didn’t even have to see his face, he was somehow still the most beautiful man you had ever seen. His arms alone were a work of art. The sculpted muscles with veins threading in and out of their fibers, the red tattoo near his shoulder, it was perfection that sent you into a spiral of lust. Dying to touch him you bit your lip trying to restrain yourself.

“Aww, are you excited for me to use your lovely body?” he purred

“Mmhmm” you whined back at him

“Don’t worry good girl, I’ll be sure to use you well.”

He took back out the headband he had used last time, tying it over your eyes. This again.

The familiarity stiffening your nipples. He saw them poking through your shirt and immediately dove in once your eyes had been rendered useless. Lifting up the hem of your shirt and greedily sucking them sore.

“Ahh” you moan, lifting your chest pushing into him.

“Mmmmm” he deeply hums. Hungry for more of you.

“You look perfect like this” his fingers tracing you once again like he did on that first night.

You started to grab your sheets in your fists trying to anticipate what would happen next.

He lowered himself down to your waist kissing your abdomen and licking your belly button. You shuttered at his tongue's warm touch. Lips curling he lowered down to your heat. Giving small kitten licks to your little bundle of nerves making you lift your hips hoping he’ll press his face into you. Your body wiggling, begging for more, gave him deep satisfaction.

The primal feelings that you brought out of him were new. He had never felt these cravings before the day he caught you in his arms.

He gave you what you wanted and bit into you. You gave a small squeal of pain followed by a sign of pleasure as his tongue played with your poor clit trapped between his teeth.

You knew he liked you quiet so you tried to muffle your groans. Kakashi loved how hard you tried to stay silent and loved to push you to your limits to see if you’d break. The harder you tried, the meaner he’d treat your engorged bundle of nerves. Sucking and teething on it while you squirmed and convulsed. It was a most cruel game indeed.

Your knuckles turning white while gripping your silky sheets, Kakashi hooked his arms around your thighs holding you still and his tongue sank into your entrance only to sweep back up to your bud. Tears seeped out from under the headband. He knew he was getting to you. He clamped down on your bud, sucking it hard while sinking his fingers inside of you. Pressing into your g spot, his eyes beamed up at your face. He watched as you gritted your teeth trying so hard to hold back a scream. Your entire core was tight and getting more and more tense. He could feel your walls cutting off the circulation to his fingers before you released your sweet cream into his mouth.

“That’s a good girl” he cooed as your body fell limp on the bed. All this and he still hadn’t even been inside of you yet. You weren’t sure how much more you could take.

You felt the mattress sink as he crawls back up to your face,

“Lick it off of me” he purrs

You reach out your tongue and taste yourself on his chin and cheeks. Once you’ve consumed your cum off his face he kisses you. His saliva mixing with your slick. He enjoyed tormenting you. Demeaning you in ways no other man ever would. You hated how much you loved it. You craved more.

He grabbed you at your hips, flipping you over before pulling you up to your knees. You tried to lift your head but he pushed it back down into the mattress.

“Be good and keep your back arched.”

You quietly agreed.

He struck your cheek with force causing you to yelp and tuck your tail under.

“I said keep your back arched…”

He struck you again as you tried to unround your back. The pain creating an internal struggle. He smacked your cheeks several times leaving them red and sore. Embarrassingly the pain only made you more wet and anxious to be filled by him. He knew exactly what this was doing to you. He knew the pain would make your orgasm more intense.

He teases your hole with his tip. You pushed back into him trying to get him to slide into your entrance. He pushed you away by inserting his thumb into your rear. A sharp gasp came from your beautiful mouth.

“Don’t get greedy. I have all night to play with you.”

You shut tight around his thumb but he wiggled it, brushing in just the right spot causing you to relax and sink his thumb in deeper. How did this feel so good?

As you sank, he inserted himself into your needy cunt.

His breath hitched. You were warmer and wetter than he could have ever imagined. Your walls sucked him in, never wanting to let him escape. He rubbed his thumb while stroking in and out of you. The stimulus in your rear forcing you to immediately orgasm only after a few strokes. Encouraged by your quick climax he picked up the pace causing you to shake from over sensitivity spinning you into yet another orgasm. Seeing his cock covered in your cream he pulled out of your rear and grabbed you by the neck lifting your chest up, arching your back, making you sing as he slammed into you over and over again. Your hands were no longer able to touch the bed as he pulled your neck closer and closer to him. His balls slapping relentlessly into your poor, poor, bud. You were turning into a heap of flesh, completely undone by your many orgasms. Allowing Kakashi to use you as he saw fit, he tore into you with extreme endurance. You didn’t think he would ever stop.

“I’m…close…” he finally grunted. If it was possible, he thrusted even faster just before pulling out. You felt his warm ropes shooting onto your bare back. He wipes as much as he can onto his fingers and fish hooks your mouth so you turn around and accept his sticky digits, sucking his seed off of them. He pulls you in, hugging you from behind but only to play with your extremely sensitive clit. You shriek and twitch before he pushes you face down on the bed.

You hear him pull his pants back up before he removes his headband from around your eyes. You turn up to face him. Your eyes glazed over with tears stained on your cheeks. Satisfied with your used and battered state, he lifts your covers up over you, giving you a masked kiss on the forehead.

You reach up and grab his hand, “Wait…” you pant

“I can’t, I have a report to finish and another mission to prepare for.” Seeing the disappointment in your face he reassures you, “I’ll be back when I’m done...remember, look exactly like this” he says brushing his fingers over your cheek.

Unable to keep your eyes open any longer, you pass out on your bed. Your body, completely exhausted from Kakashi’s abuse.

You wake up the next morning sore and aching. You noticed the neighborhood dog was asleep at the foot of your bed. “When did you get in here?” you wonder aloud. You assume he must have sneaked in as Kakashi left you last night.

Once again you find yourself confused and alone, waiting for the ever cold Kakashi to come back and light a fire between your legs. But the same question that had plagued you for the past three weeks returned; When would he be back?

Part 3 Masterlist

#kakashi hatake #kakashi x reader #kakashi senpai #kakashi smut #kakashi is daddy #daddy kakashi #kakashi anbu #anbu kakashi #hatake kakashi #kakashi simp #kakashi fanfiction

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vintageshanny · 29 days

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Waiting for Love - Part Eight

Healing Hands

Content: February-March 1971 (this picks up right where it left off 😉), smut, fluff, tiny bit of angst, references to some possible health issues, 18+

Catch up here: Waiting for Love series

Mid-Februay 1971

“Oh, Elvis, oh, Elvis, oh God…”

Elvis looked down at Vivien’s face, her lips softly moaning his name over and over as he inched his way inside of her. He could feel her involuntarily clenching around him as her hands gripped the bedsheets. “Ya okay, baby?” he asked tenderly, pausing his movements. Vivien nodded, searching his face for some reassurance. “Honey, I want ya to wrap your arms around me, okay?” Elvis felt Vivien release her grip on the sheets and move her clammy palms to his back. “That’s right, baby, jus’ hold on ta me. Try ta relax and I’ma go in a little deeper, okay?”

“Okay, I’m relaxed, I’m relaxed,” Vivien whispered, trying to sooth herself, her fingernails running softly down Elvis’ back toward the curve of his butt. “Elvis, I want you so bad, I want you all the way inside of me.”

Elvis stifled a groan at her words, it was all he could do not to explode right then and there. He resumed his slow advance, feeling the friction of his foreskin against her tight opening as he pushed deeper inside until he was completely consumed, her wetness coating every inch of him. “Goddamn, Vivien, it feels so good in there,” he moaned out, rolling his hips, thrusting as gently as he could.

Vivien felt almost delirious with pleasure as she allowed herself to rock back and forth in rhythm with Elvis. The words flew past her lips almost faster than her brain could form them. “Oh God, Elvis, oh my, I can’t, oh God, it feels so good, I’ve never felt so good, oh God you’re so amazing…”

Elvis smiled down at the look of pure ecstasy on Vivien’s face, taking some pride in his ability to make her feel so good. “Honey, did ya, I-I mean, are ya havin’ an orgasm already?” He continued his thrusting, the intense passion of his movements growing, little beads of sweat now trickling down from his hairline.

“I, I don’t know, I’m not sure, it just feels so good,” Vivien panted, trying to get a handle on all the sensations happening in her body. Elvis reached down to where their bodies were connected and rubbed her clit with his thumb, applying a little pressure to it. Vivien’s back immediately arched, her legs shaking on either side of him. “Oh, Elvis,” she cried out, her head tilted back into the pillows. Elvis tried to stay in control as her pleasure gushed over him, but the feeling of her fluttering around him as she moaned his name was just too much to bear. With one final thrust, he could feel himself pulsing inside her, filling her up with everything he had to give.

Ah shit, I should’ve pulled out, he thought to himself as he rested his body on top of Vivien’s, Little Elvis starting to soften inside of her. The thought of any consequences for his actions was clouded by the depth of love he felt in this moment. As he slowly eased himself out of the warm hold Vivien had on him, he noticed the tears that were sliding down her cheeks.

“Honey, what’s wrong? I-I-I didn’t hurt ya, did I?” Elvis asked nervously.

“No, no, it’s not that, I’m sorry, I don’t know why I’m crying. I mean, wow, that was incredible, it’s just everything feels so intense.”

Elvis smiled as he leaned down and pressed his soft lips against hers. “I thought it was incredible too, honey. That was such a sacred gift ya gave me. I-I-I’m honored that ya gave yourself ta me like that. It’s okay if ya need ta cry, baby. I understand how special that was. It was special for me, too. I love ya so much, Vivien.” Suddenly overcome, Elvis blinked and glanced away before his own tears could spill over.

“I love you too, Elvis.” Vivien pulled him close, holding his body tightly against hers until her tears subsided.

“Lemme get ya cleaned up, baby,” Elvis said as he finally lifted himself off the bed. “Although I hate ta leave those nice pillows ya got,” he said with a wink. Vivien giggled through her tear-stained face as she shyly tried to cover her breasts. Elvis disappeared into the bathroom and came back wearing a pair of briefs and carrying a warm wet washcloth and a silky pink nightgown. He gently wiped between Vivien’s legs with the cloth and then helped her slip into the nightie. “Now c’mere and hold me, sweetheart,” he said, patting the bed next to him.

“Actually, first I have to, um, I mean I think I need to…pee,” Vivien whispered, her face turning red.

Elvis let out a loud guffaw. “Honey, we jus’ made love to each other, I think you can say the word ‘pee’ in front of me.” Vivien laughed at herself too as she headed for the bathroom.

She came out to see Elvis reaching for a bottle of pills on the nightstand. “Is everything okay?” she asked worriedly.

“Yeah, baby, I’m healthy as a horse,” Elvis said reassuringly. “I jus’ get so keyed up from performing that I need a lil’ help fallin’ asleep.”

“Well, I could help you fall asleep,” Vivien grinned.

Elvis paused, the pill bottle in his hand, before setting it back down with a slight nod. “Okay, we can give it a try. What magic tricks ya got up your sleeve?”

Vivien cleared her throat nervously, hoping she wouldn’t sound like an idiot. “I’ve, uh, been reading about the power of touch. Physical touch, especially from someone you love, can have calming, healing properties on your body. So I could give you a massage and see if it helps you fall asleep.”

Elvis looked excited and intrigued. “I’ve read a lot about that too! I actually tried a technique on Jerry when he hurt his back. Okay, let’s see if it works on me.”

“You should really take those back off, though,” Vivien said, nodding toward his underwear.

“Oh, I don’t know about that, baby. I-I-I mean, he gets a little shy after a performance,” Elvis laughed self-consciously.

“I think the touching would be more effective with no barriers between your skin and my hands, but I wouldn’t want you to feel uncomfortable or anything. And I’ll be trying to relax you, not turn you on,” she added, her cheeks turning pink.

“Honey, you ain’t gotta try too hard, that’s the problem,” Elvis teased. “Okay, I must really like you, cuz I don’t let jus’ anyone look at me like this.” Elvis pulled his underwear off and lay back on the bed completely nude.

Vivien climbed up next to him. “Well I must really like you too, because I don’t give just anyone a full body massage.” Elvis chuckled at that and squeezed her hand. “Now close your eyes,” she instructed. “And try to just clear your mind and breathe evenly.” She started rubbing his arms, his hands, and then worked her way down toward his legs, massaging the muscles in his sturdy thighs. He lay there peacefully, trying to breathe steadily as she’d instructed. Vivien felt almost guilty looking at him in this vulnerable state, but she couldn’t help but admire his thick soft cocoon nestled in his patch of pubic hair and the wiry little hairs that decorated his inner thighs.

“Honey?” Elvis mumbled, sounding half-asleep already. “I can feel ya starin’.”

Vivien blushed profusely and wondered how he could see her with his eyes closed. “I’m sorry, I thought you were asleep. I wanted to give him a goodnight kiss, but I didn’t want to ruin your relaxation.”

Elvis snorted a little bit and opened one eye to look at her. “Ya wanted ta give him a goodnight kiss?”

VIvien’s face flushed hotter with each passing second. “I’m so sorry, that sounds stupid,” she whispered, hoping he would think this had all been a dream.

“Naw, honey,” he mumbled, closing his eyes again. “I think it’s sweet that ya love him so much. Not ever’one’s like that. It’s a little weird, but sweet.” A teasing grin spread across his sleepy face. “You can give him a little kiss, but don’t wake him up or this will all be for nothin’ cuz he’ll wanna get back in where it’s nice and soft and warm.”

Vivien blushed and leaned down, pressing her lips very gently to his velvety soft skin. The smile still spread across Elvis’ face told her that he enjoyed the attention, no matter how much he might tease her about it. She continued to massage his legs until a very light snoring sound let her know he was asleep this time. She pulled the blanket over the two of them and rested her head on his chest, letting the steady beat lull her to sleep.

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“Honey, I did really appreciate the massage last night, it was really nice, but I need ta take these.” Elvis could see the way Vivien eyed the pill bottle suspiciously as they got ready to lay down for the night. Elvis had needed to mingle with some special guests after the show, so they hadn’t had much time alone together, but she could see he looked exhausted.

“But we could just try it again-”

“Dammit, Vivien, is this gonna be a problem? Me takin’ the medication I need?” Elvis snapped.

Vivien flinched at the anger in his voice. “No, I’m sorry, I was just trying to help. I care about you.”

A look of guilt flashed across Elvis’ face. “Honey, I’m sorry, I didn’t mean ta snap at ya. It’s jus’ that I know what my body needs ta get through these performances, okay? I don’t want ya ta stop carin’ about me, though.”

“I could never stop, Elvis,” Vivien whispered, trying to stop the tears that were welling up.

“Aww, baby, don’ cry now, you’re gonna make me feel bad. It’s okay, honey.” Elvis pulled her into a hug.

“I’m sorry, there’s just a lot of things I’m worried about,” Vivien sniffled. “I’m not sure what to do about my job.”

“Why? What happened?” Elvis asked with concern.

“Um, I didn’t want to tell you and upset you, but I overheard my boss calling me Elvis Presley’s whore,” Vivien whispered, hanging her head in shame. When Elvis didn’t respond, she looked up nervously to see his reaction. The intensity of anger in his eyes was something she’d never really seen before. “I didn’t tell them anything, I swear. But my nosy neighbor might have seen you leaving my apartment…” she trailed off.

“I ain’t mad at ya, honey, I’m mad at that boss of yours. He might jus’ need a good talkin’ to.” Elvis’ voice had a cold, steely edge to it.

“Oh, no, Elvis, I would get fired if you say anything to him,” Vivien pleaded.

“Honey, you ain’t goin’ back there anyhow. No one’s gonna talk about my baby like that.”

“But I need a job, I won’t be able to afford my apartment.” Vivien was starting to regret having said anything at all.

“Baby, I can pay for your apartment, it ain’t a big deal,” Elvis said nonchalantly. “Besides, you’ll be livin’ with me at Graceland soon enough.” Despite all her stress and confusion, Vivien’s heart fluttered at those words. “Now you jus’ leave things ta me baby, I’ll take care of ya. Let’s jus’ get some sleep.” Elvis took his pills and pulled her in close to him, his warm hands holding her tight and secure. As he drifted off, he mumbled something almost incoherent.

“What’s that?” Vivien asked, turning her head toward him.

“Not since mama,” he mumbled. “I think not since mama has anyone loved me for who I am the way you do. I don’t take it for granted, baby. I really love you…” his voice trailed off into a soft snore.

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March 16, 1971 - Baptist Hospital in Nashville

Vivien’s stomach was in knots as a nurse led her to Elvis’ room in a private wing of the hospital. Joe trailed behind her, silent and unfriendly as usual. She normally wished that Elvis would have someone else, almost anyone else, make arrangements and pick her up from the airport. But right now she just wanted to make sure he was okay. He said it was nothing to worry about, just an eye problem, but still, a hospital is a hospital.

As soon as she saw him lying in the hospital bed, Vivien rushed to his side and grabbed his hand in hers. “Elvis! Are you okay?” her voice quivered with emotion.

“I’m okay, honey. ‘Specially now that my baby’s here ta take care of me. None of these guys know what I need,” he said, squeezing her hand and nodding toward his crew. Vivien looked around and blushed, as if it had just dawned on her that they were not alone.

“And Priscilla’s taking care of something in Los Angeles,” Joe announced with a smirk.

Elvis’ eyes shot daggers in Joe’s direction. “And I didn’t ask her ta come back early, did I? Why don’t ya make yourself useful for once and go get us some hamburgers?” Joe nodded and turned, looking relieved to leave the line of fire that he’d put himself in. “Ignore that asshole, baby,” Elvis said, turning back to Vivien. “First thing I did when I got in here was call ya ta come be with me. Now get over here.” He patted the spot next to him on the somewhat narrow hospital bed. Vivien looked around shyly at the other people in the room and then back at Elvis. “Don’t worry, honey, they were jus’ leavin’,” he said, waving everyone off.

Vivien climbed into the bed and curled up next to him, snuggled into his body, enjoying the feel of his silky pajamas against her. Before she could protest that someone might walk back in, his lips were smashed against hers, his strong hand gently squeezing her hip. “God, I missed ya,” he said, pulling back with that grin that still made her heart skip a beat. “I’ma need ta bring ya along to the next recording session. Now tell me what ya been up to while I’ve been wastin’ away here without ya.”

Vivien bit down on her lip as she considered her next statement. “Well, um, I’m having a little trouble finding a new job. So Roxanne said I could move in with her if I need to…” VIvien’s voice trailed off as she saw the look of fury on Elvis’ face.

“Why are ya lookin’ for a job and tryin’ ta move? I said I’d pay for your apartment until I can move ya into Graceland with me. Didn’t I tell ya I’d take care of ya?” His tone grew more biting with each word.

Vivien cleared her throat nervously. “Well, yes, you did say that, but Elvis, I don’t know if I could take that money from you-”

“When is ever’one gonna stop tellin’ me how ta spend my own goddamn money?” he snapped. “First Daddy, then Cilla, now this? It’s my money, dammit.”

Vivien had never heard Elvis sound so angry, not even about the sleeping pills in Las Vegas. “I’m sorry, I just didn’t want to take advantage of your kindness,” she whispered, trying in vain to fight back the waterworks that she knew were coming. She shifted on the bed as the tears started to fall. “I’m so sorry, I didn’t mean to upset you, I should just go.”

Elvis could see by the pained look on Vivien’s face that he had crossed the line with his temper. He grabbed her wrist, careful not to be too rough. “Wait, honey, wait. Don’t go. I-I-It’s jus’ that ever’one’s been on my case lately. I-I-I shouldn’ta taken it out on ya. I guess I ain’t used ta havin’ someone be worried ‘bout takin’ advantage of me. Usually jus’ got people tellin’ me what ta do.” He laughed hollowly at that as he pulled her back in close to him.

“Well I guess I’m not used to having someone want to take care of me,” Vivien whispered as she laid her head on his chest. “So maybe this is something new for both of us.” She felt suddenly very warm inside, as the hairs that were escaping his pajama top tickled her cheek.

Elvis looked down at her affectionately and kissed the top of her head. “Honey, ya jus’ better get used to it, cuz all I wanna do is take care of ya. I’ve done a pretty good job so far, huh?” he teased as he let his hand slide down her hip to her thigh and then back up under the hem of her short skirt. His fingertips danced along her bare flesh. “Is that why I can feel your heart poundin’ right outta your chest, hmm? Ya thinkin’ ‘bout me takin’ care of ya?” Vivien nodded and blushed, wondering how he always seemed to know what she was thinking. “Y’know what I’m thinkin’, honey? It sure would be nice ta feel those healin’ hands of yours again. And this time ya ain’t gotta worry ‘bout wakin’ no one, cuz he’s all ready ta come out and play.”

“I can tell,” Vivien laughed as she looked down at the protruding part of his pajama pants. Elvis leaned down and caught her open mouth with his, letting his tongue taste hers before biting softly on her lower lip, eliciting a sweet moan. “No one could take better care of me than you,” she whispered, diving back in for more of his sweet kisses. As his fingers found the elastic leg band of her panties and continued to tease her, she let her hands wander under his pajama shirt. His soft warm skin felt so comforting. Right as she reached one hand into the waistband of his pants, Joe came barging in with the hamburgers.

“Jesus Christ, son, ya forget how ta knock?” Elvis exploded, looking to make sure Vivien was all covered up. She was frozen in place, her hand still tucked inside his pants. “Leave that on the table and get the hell out, man.”

“Sorry boss,” Joe muttered, actually looking a little embarrassed instead of like his usual smug self.

“Now where were we?” Elvis murmured, turning back to Vivien. “Oh, that’s right, about ta work up a good appetite.” Vivien giggled and wrapped her hand around his hard length as Elvis slipped his tongue in her mouth again, each kiss growing more passionate. She was so deep in love, she couldn’t possibly concern herself with what anyone else might think about it.

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odxrilove · 1 year

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☆ WOOZI BOYFRIEND HABITS

pairing: woozi x reader

genre: headcannons, fluff, established relationship, idol!au mentioned

a/n: 8th part of the seventeen boyfriend habits series (requested) !! sent an ask to suggest the next member! ask to be on the taglist or fill out the form!

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☆ refers or talks about you in his songs

woozi isn’t the best with words. he has a hard time expressing himself and his emotions and it frustrates him a lot. it frustrates him that he can’t express how much he loves you or the members, stuttering over his words and repressing his feelings even further when he tries and fails. but one thing he knows he’s good at is writing, songwriting to be more specific. he doesn’t know how or why but whenever he enters the studio, suddenly he’s able to write pages full, hundreds of words spilling out of his pen. you’ve always been a big fan of his and his group’s music, always listening to their latest releases and sometimes even purchasing the album when you could afford it. he knows you’re proud of him and his success and he constantly wishes he could show you how grateful he is. so one day while being cramped up in his studio, his love for you takes over and he starts writing. it comes naturally and hours later when he’s done, he can’t believe all the words of endearment he managed to write down. his mind is full of inspiration thanks to you and he hopes that whenever you hear one of their love songs, you will be able to tell it was written for you and about you only.

☆ tugs softly on your clothing to get your attention

like we all know, woozi has always had a hard time expressing his feelings. and when he needs your attention, he can’t just randomly burst into singing. so for a while, woozi never knew what to do when he was in such a situation. it was heartbreaking when you would realize after that he wanted your attention and you weren’t there to give it to him, facing a sulky woozi. what he did find out, however, was how sensitive to touch you were. you would turn around at the slightest brush against your clothes, looking around for whoever was the (accidental) culprit. so, even if he did feel a bit bad whenever you would frantically look around for whoever tugged at your clothing, he would sigh in relief when your eyes landed on him. it slowly and surely became a habit, woozi tugging at your shirt or sleeve to catch your attention and you immediately concentrating on him, worried eyes and a reassuring smile on your lips.

☆ tucks you in bed when you fall asleep before him

being an idol is very difficult, it’s common knowledge; being an idol in a relationship can be even more difficult. the distance separating you from your partner, the long work days, the exhaustion, etc. but even if life isn’t the easiest with his job, you two still manage to work everything out. woozi also knows your job is difficult too– you, fresh out of university, having to prove your worth against trained people in the field. he also knows that you can’t always stay up and wait for him to come home as he often returns past midnight and you have to get up early. he doesn’t mind one bit coming home to you sleeping peacefully in your shared bed but some days he finds you asleep on the couch, a blanket covering your body. he falls in love with you at the sight every time, touched by the efforts you do to wait for him. so whenever you fall asleep waiting for him, woozi carries you to the bedroom, taking care to not wake you up as he tucks you in, an ‘i love you’ falling from his lips when you nuzzle deeper into the sheets.

☆ always sends you a photo of his empty bowl of food

when you two were still only friends and in university, you were aware of his unhealthy habits when he was working on a song. woozi would often lock himself into his small studio until he was done working, only ever going out to go to the bathroom or eat– which was only sometimes. when you found out about his self-destructive behavior second year in university, you did everything possible to convince him to take a breather outside and leave his stuffy room whenever he was going through one of his phases. you were the one ordering take-out or cooking meals for him, slipping it onto his desk. woozi wasn’t very fond of you invading his personal space so often and one time he snapped, demanding to know why you cared so much. you snapped back, unpleased with the tone of his voice and woozi knew he couldn’t stop you, you were way too stubborn. years later, your unsteady relationship healed and your caring gestures were enough for woozi to want to take better care of himself– for you. and warmth would spread through your body whenever he took the time to send you a photo of his empty bowl of food, showing he had eaten and that you had nothing to worry about.

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forbidden-sunlight · 2 years

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I’m not seducing the female lead’s obsessive father!

[yandere!regis floyen x agent!reader headcanons]

PART THREE: MERCILESS

PART TWO

warning: spoilers from the manhwa, obsessive behavior, implied violence. Please take caution.

Hey guys, hope you’ve been doing well and ready to dive into this next chapter! Special thanks to @d10nsaint, @rouecentric and a few more friends for helping get out of some tough corners that came with writing the draft!

I do apologize for the delayed release, I had it on my laptop ready to post when Hurricane Ian came barreling through my area, knocking out the electricity. It just came back on after three days without that and running water. Thankfully, my family was safe while I had been stationed at my medical workplace and the damage to our home was minimal.

My thoughts and prayers go out to the families who are still lost in the dark.

So with that being said, sit back, relax and be prepared to see what happens next~.

It wasn’t too hard to approach Marquess Griddlebone after the Emperor had dismissed the council for the day. Regis was straightforward with his intention of getting acquainted with her as a fellow member. Especially since she will be replacing her father once he has stepped down from his position as the family head.

She was certainly surprised. Then again, he had been known for not approaching the other nobles, maintaining a ‘stiff’ persona unless someone had insulted his little Jubel. The rumors were not wrong. Look what happened to Marquis Hessen when he and his family insulted the Floyen duchy.

However, the shocked expression was replaced with a smile, replying that she is looking forward to being acquainted with a fellow countryman who wishes eternal prosperity for the Ashet Empire. A fellow countryman who was very good at honeying her words and falsifying a jovial mask when Darius had eyes and ears everywhere. Regis simply nodded and took his leave, not wanting to be here any longer. He wished to have dinner with Jubel for a change instead of by himself.

Due to his workload, Regis had to wait two days before he sent Selli to deliver a secret message to the Griddlebone estate. It was a simple greeting, nothing more. It was best to be cautious.

The following morning, the pigeon returned with a response. Inside was a greeting, inquiring about the health of his daughter and staff, and other mundane questions. But behind this letter were two more pieces, both were inscribed in a strange alphabet of the likes he had never seen before. Not even his intelligence network had used this code. A smaller parchment piece fell out of the envelope, written in elegant handwriting were the following words.

Want to play a game?

The rules are quite simple...

Marquess Griddlebone had sent him a cipher. By using the reference sheet, it should be easy for him to decode the message. Don’t ask anyone for help nor show it to anyone. Decode it, and send it back and he might get a response if he is correct. If, however, he was not interested in this game, she was more than welcome to use another means to communicate with him as he sees fit.

He paced around his room, eyeing the reference sheet and cipher carefully before deciding to decode on a blank parchment paper. When he saw the hidden message…well, it certainly made him raise his brow.

For all his talk on being a great leader of the country, one would wonder how the Emperor could allow to make so many enemies by attempting to conquer neighboring nations when he could have easily profited through an alliance via trade or a political marriage. By allowing the crown prince to be placed in charge of the royal army, he is allowing himself to create another contender for the people’s approval.

Shaking his head, he enclosed it with a note asking how she came about this cipher that he, the nation’s hero, had never seen before, and sent Selli on her way. His response was that it is a secret cipher passed through the Griddlebone family for generations. But who said it is the only cipher that she knows? Is he curious?

This pattern of correspondence continued for three weeks. Each cipher was more challenging than the last one, but to his surprise, it did not annoy him. It was an interesting puzzle, and with each one solved, he learned a little more about Lady Griddlebone.

If someone had told Regis that he’d be freely interacting with a member of the Emperor’s council, he would have ignored them and said they were delusional or drunk. And yet, here he is, interacting with Marquis Griddlebone’s only daughter as she secretly obtained any information he needed regarding the whereabouts of wizards.

At first, he regretted asking her. Wondering if he had made the right choice in trusting with such a task. But she did not question him, instead going to work immediately and promising to inform him of any news. In turn, if he heard anything about LaRue, please inform her. A working relationship with benefits, so to speak.

Within a week, she regretfully informed him that she was not able to find any such information except for a baseless rumor about the sighting of a wizard in the southern continent. However, there was something about a ring that can control a person, binding them to enslavement. It was forbidden magic, a contract between two people. If she wants to expand the investigation, she will.

But Regis immediately declined. It was enough for that person to know about Circe’s Ring. He did not want Lady Griddlebone to be in further danger than she is already guilty of: rebelling against the empire, and aiding the enemy. Him.

Instead, he stirred their conversation by sharing things about each other. In three weeks he learned more about Lady Griddlebone than he wanted to. Her schedule, the people she associated with at banquets, even her favorite colors and least favorite food. On the surface, she appeared as an unapproachable young woman with a silver tongue.

Regis was now aware that she is kind and protective towards others who are younger than her. It is a virtue he is most grateful for, as he did not have to worry about Jubelian being in Lady Griddlebone’s presence. She would not try to take advantage of his daughter, as others have tried. Like Lady LaRue.

On occasion, if his schedule would allow it, he’d extend an invitation to the Floyen duchy under the pretense of a meeting between colleagues, even going so far as to call it a tea party. Unfortunately, she would politely reject the offer every time it was brought up.

Too risky. She confessed. Too many eyes would be on us. It might put Her Grace in danger if the Emperor hears about it.

But…but he wanted to meet with her. He wanted to see the woman, more than he would have liked to admit. He needed to see her.

It was to the point that if his aide heard that the lady from the Griddlebone family would be attending a social event, he would go to it. He was being foolish, to allow his heart to waver for a woman such as her…yet he could not stop himself.

In retrospect, Amelia would have wanted him to move on and be happy at this point, would she not?

Louise did not understand what was happening. She had been putting a lot of effort into being a fine lady of a rich family. Learning about the newest trends, building a network of connections with other aristocrats, making sure not to bring shame to the LaRues, etc. And where has this effort rewarded her?

Nothing. Nothing but continuous anguish and aggravation. Why? Why is this happening?!

She gritted her teeth, trying very hard to tighten the grip on the champagne glass as she stared at the group of ladies surrounding the bashful female lead. She still hadn’t made any progress in a potential friendship with Jubelian.

Jubelian coldly continued to rebuff her invitations for tea and pointedly ignored her at social events such as this one, a birthday for a count’s daughter. The only reason she had even to be here is because of her father. Hell, the male lead had the gall to threaten her when she just wanted to say ‘hi’ to Jubelian!

Seriously, why are they acting like this?! She had even stopped approaching the Duke because she thought he’d actually take interest when she pulled away, damn it! But there he was, across the glass greenhouse, surrounded by screeching, vibrant birds who wanted only his title.

She just wanted a chance to show she was in love with him. Was that too much to ask?! She had to do something. She had to rethink her strategy or else she’ll lose her one chance at happiness!!

“Announcing the arrival of Marquis Griddlebone and his daughter, Marquess Griddlebone.” A servant called out, the guests silencing for a moment as the father-daughter pair entered the greenhouse silently. Louise’s blood turned icy, watching them intensely while the hosts greeted them before scattering across the greenhouse.

What? Why is she here?! It doesn’t make sense! They were part of the loyalists, and they were willingly to come to a house that is affiliated with the neutral faction?!

Outrage and anger boiled simultaneously in her veins as she watched the man who did not want a special woman like Louise LaRue, approached the damned loyalist with a foolish, lovestruck expression and a brief kiss on her gloved palm. Etiquette rules dictate that it is polite for a gentleman to kiss a lady’s hand, but such a romantic gesture is reserved for the female lead only!

And that woman isn’t even reacting like a blushing maiden in love! Just an expressionless face hiding behind a fan! What did a loyalist have that she, a lucky transmigrator, lacked?!

Louise needed Regis. He’s the female lead’s father, an exceedingly handsome man with a prestigious title and a duchy to boot! He was the only one worthy of her affection! There is no way she would settle for less, especially the men that her father wanted to introduce her as potential marriage candidates! There was even someone who is twenty years her senior, for God’s sake!

Is it so much to ask to live a luxurious life with a handsome and rich husband?!

Regis quickly approached Lady Griddlebone and her father, nodding his head respectfully to them. He did not care much for the marquis yet he had to be courteous, even though the sole reason he had come here was to talk to his daughter privately. Jubelian was with Lady Veronica and Lady Rose, so she would be fine until he came to fetch her.

They talked for a few moments before the marquis excused himself to speak to someone across the room. His daughter nodded, watching the portly man scamper away before she turned his attention to him, at last.

“Would you like to speak in private, my lady?” He asked. She blinked at him, tilting her head slightly before she spoke in a low, monotonous voice. “Of course. I shall follow your lead, Your Grace.”

Distant and polite with so many eyes surrounding them. Forcing all of his willpower to become as composed as the object of his adoration, he led them through the crowd and towards the outside of the greenhouse.

Quite frankly, you had prepared to talk about ciphers and the sort with the female lead’s father. However, a loving scolding is something you were not expecting to reach your ears. You watched in stunned disbelief as he fussed over the dark circles beginning to appear under your eyes, if you have been taking care of yourself and so forth with his arms crossed.

Clearing your voice, you snapped your fan closed and lightly tapped on it against your open palm.

“Your Grace, please remember that we are in the public eye at a birthday banquet.” She watched as the man’s face flushed ever so slightly before he coughed.

“My apologies.”

“ ‘Tis all right, Your Grace. Now, how may I assist you?” You asked, getting straight to the point. It would be prudent to not be away too long or else rumors would pop up. “Is everything all right with your daughter, the duchy? Or do you require me to do something else for you?”

He was about to speak when the door to the greenhouse slammed opened, revealing a flushed and angry Louise LaRue. You raised an eyebrow at her darkening expression. Oh? Was she jealous? How quaint. You watched with feigned disinterest as she approached the duke, curtseying before she asked to speak to him in private for a moment. A few minutes of his time is all she desired. Regis seemed infuriated, but you could not blame him. You had to give him kudos for his patience with idiots: in contrast to the female lead’s father, you would have snapped her neck a long time ago.

So why in the world was he looking at you for approval? He was a grown man for crying out loud!

You nonchalantly shrugged your shoulders. “Do not mind me, Your Grace. I am curious to see what other flowers are grown here on Count Orleans’ estate aside from their famous irises.” You said, turning on your heel in the direction where they were supposedly blooming when Duke Floyen said, “If Lady LaRue has something to say, then she is more than welcome to say it here.”

Huh? Why is he getting you involved in this matter? Ugh, HR had better prepare a nice compensation for all the trouble you are going through for the completion of this mission.

Looking over your shoulder, you blinked owlishly before giving the pair your undivided attention, waving your open fan in front of your face. “Then, by all means. I shall be a witness to this…conversation.”

Acting as if he had gotten permission from a university professor to continue a presentation, the female lead’s father glared at LaRue. She too was surprised at this turn of events, no doubt she could have anticipated it.

“Lady LaRue, do you even realize the gravity of the situation you have placed yourself in right now?” Regis asked coldly.

“With all due respect, Your Grace, it is within your best interest to discontinue your association with that woman.” Lady LaRue said, surprisingly calm and collected as the duke. “She is someone whose heart or loyalty cannot be wavered. She is dedicated to the empire and the Emperor. Nothing more.”

“And where is your proof of these allegations?”

“These ‘allegations’ are from reliable sources, rest assured, Your Grace. Please understand that I say this out of concern for you and your daughter -”

“That is not for you to decide.” He said tersely. “If I dare to say so, you have conducted yourself in a manner that is unbecoming of a young woman of high society. You continue to approach my daughter with false intentions, even when she has gently rebuked your company time and time again. If you do so again…I am sure you are aware of what became of Marquis Hessen and his family, do you not?”

“...I understand.” You smiled behind your fan as the sound of the outsider gritting her teeth in frustration reached your ears. Ah, what such sweet music~! “But please…allow me to ask. Why? What does Lady Griddlebone have that I do not? She and I are of the same social status, almost the same age! What is the difference between us that - that you wish to spend your time with her?!”

Wow. Talk about desperate. She is really trying to reel him in before you apprehend her for interfering with this world, huh? Well, too bad.

Even if she had married the Duke, you’d just erase his memories and drag her arse back to the Chapter’s headquarters. You were going to get back to your vacation, damn it.

And it was time to end this farce here.

Snapping your fan shut, you spoke. “Lady LaRue, do you recall the last time we spoke about etiquette? Not only had you been rude to myself, but to Her Grace as well. It is fine to approach another noble lady with the intention of establishing a fellowship amongst peers…but there is a limit to how much…enthusiasm one can place in such a pursuit. I believe they call it ‘stalking’ these days, do they not, Your Grace?” You asked, emphasizing on the word associated with unrelenting harassment with a smirk.

She sputtered over her words, leaving herself wide open for the vicious mockery that left your mouth as you recalled everything she had done to gain the Duke’s attention. The outsider stood there, red-faced and trembling with her delicate hands fisting into the skirts of her dress.

She did not deny or claim that these allegations were true. Just seeing her in such a wretched state and having it witnessed by a few spectators was more than enough for now. They would be sure to spread what happened here throughout the social circles by the end of the day.

Your job is done here now. And it is the last time you would be nice to LaRue. You had no intention of staying in this world any longer than necessary. Turning to the duke, you curtised and excused yourself.

But for all of the knowledge and experience you have gained as an agent, you did not see the look of longing on Duke Floyen’s face with your back turned towards him.

When she had been reborn for a second time, Jubelian swore that she would not seek out her father’s approval and affection. It was obvious that he did not care about her, just as Mikhail did not reciprocate her love for him.

All she wanted to do was live a quiet, luxurious life and not get married to the tyrannical crown prince. To do so, she had to repair her tarnished reputation as a wicked villainess and make connections. That was why she had accepted the invitation to this afternoon’s event. But when she saw the forlorn expression on her father’s face upon returning from the gardens, she became a little…concerned.

Later that evening, she asked Merilynn about what the other servants had been saying, as the brunette knew quite a few people beyond the duchy’s gates. According to her maid-in-waiting, Lady LaRue had approached her father yet again, only to be thoroughly humiliated by Marquess Griddlebone. There was a rumor that he is fond of the woman, but it disappeared as quickly as it had been whispered.

Jubelian knew that the Griddlebone family had been loyal to the imperial family since its founding…why would her father associate himself with a woman like that? She was concerned.

If he did become involved with Griddlebone, her father might force her to break up with Max and force her to marry the crown prince or worse, someone from the political faction that supported the emperor and fell short of the requirements she desired in a man: someone who is more powerful than her father, money, status, and looks! No, she wanted to have a peaceful life with a man she loved!

Determined to not let her plans go awry, she asked Merilynn to bring her some parchment and a quill.

She needed to determine if Marquess Griddlebone was a genuine threat to her happiness and to the Floyen duchy. It was already bad enough that Lady LaRue would not stop following her or her father. And there was no better way to ferret someone’s true intentions than an invitation for afternoon tea out of the blue.

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lokisgoodgirl · 2 years

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The Evaluation: Clandestine F*cks [Avenger!Loki x Fem.Reader] 18+

Part of the Clandestine F*cks Collection [LINK] A link to my regular Masterlist is HERE Summary: (14) Loki's six-month evaluation has arrived. But a shocking revelation from an unexpected source makes things...uncomfortable. (w/c 1.9k) Warnings: 18+ Minors DNI. Smut references. Megan. Heavy petting. Dirty talk. Jealousy. Unwanted advances. Language. Mild angst.

Loki rocked on his heels, hands in his pockets. His eyes ran over the commemorative photos on the wall with half-interest. Stark was running ten minutes late. Hungover, most likely.

His mind wandered to the sight of you straddled above him, riding him like a stallion as you grunted and whimpered his name through your endless pleasure. Gods, it felt good to let go in the empty tower last night.

Your combined moans of ecstasy had filled the air as he was finally able to release his full devotion. The words I love you thundering from his throat as he spent himself in your clenching heat. How many times was it. Seven? Eight?

“Good Morning, Laufeyson…” a sultry voice floated from behind him.

Loki’s head turned, greeted by Megan from operations standing oddly positioned in the doorway. "Sorry I'm late...I had a little too much fun last night, if you know what I mean."

A clipboard was balanced on her hip, her other hand resting on her waist. As he watched, she flicked her hair over her shoulder. “Oops” she quipped innocently, before sending a pen spinning to the floor.

“Let me just get that…”

Loki rolled his eyes as she turned to the side, leaning down to the ground in a blatant invitation for him to ogle her ass in that little skirt. He chuckled inwardly at her ploy. He couldn’t deny that Megan was attractive, but unfortunately for her, she had one non-negotiable flaw. She wasn’t you. Not even close.

Loki stood politely with his hands clasped behind him as the woman returned to her sultry standing position. “Shall we?” she purred, gesturing to the corner office overlooking the city below. “Stark and Rogers will be a little delayed. Late night at the Expo and all.”

“It’s almost as though scheduling our meeting for this morning was an ill-devised plan." Loki mumbled, reclining on Stark’s minimalist sofa. "But then, look who we’re talking about...” He frowned as Megan’s shrill laugh filled the air.

“You’re so funny…” she drawled, sliding on the sofa beside him. Loki raised his eyebrows, looking at her questioningly before she cleared her throat.

“So I have something to run past you, just a general point to be aware of before they arrive” Megan said nervously, flicking through the sheets on her clipboard before setting it on the table. She crossed her legs, turning towards him; her thigh flashing as that tiny skirt rose up the skin. Loki nodded neutrally, noting the increase in heat radiating from the mortal. He realised with alarm that he had been so distracted by you in the days following he and Megan’s manufactured ‘date’, that the question of his intentions with her had never actually been dealt with.

“Captain Rogers will mention a new clause, just passed last week. All active members of the Avengers covered under Team A, that includes you...obviously” she giggled, tapping his arm, "wait, let me just get this right." She ran a finger along a highlighted line on the sheet attached to her clipboard. "...they are...'not authorised to form intimate relationships with other Team A members for 12 months from the individual’s initiation'. Something to do with health and safety... mission security, I think..." she said, leaning back.

Loki frowned, absorbing the words as she babbled on. “I thought you should know, in case you hear it because obviously I’m not in the Avengers team so if anything were to continue with us then….you know- that’s fine and, it won’t affect your extradition or anything…”

“Stop” Loki said firmly, raising his palm. Megan's fingers toyed teasingly with the edge of her skirt before sliding down to her knee.

“Do you mean to tell me that if I form an 'intimate relationship' with any of my colleagues within the next six months that I will fail my probation and be returned unceremoniously to my Asgardian cell for all eternity?”

“Your immediate colleagues, yes.” Megan purred, completely missing the point.

“But the specifics aren’t really my department" she continued, as Loki's eyes widened, "...you’d need to speak to Tony. I just thought you should know in case it worries you when he brings it up” she winked.

Loki’s mind floundered, your words from last night while you lay wrapped in his arms in post-coital bliss ringing in his ears.

Maybe it’s time to tell some people, just close people to start. Maybe Wanda and Thor...and then we can go from there?

Loki remembered the swell of pride that filled his heart as he tightened his grip on your bare skin against his chest. You were letting your walls down, finally. You weren’t ashamed of him. You really were afraid of the changes that may come on revealing your relationship. But now, you knew he loved you. You knew it. And it had made you brave.

His eyes flickered across the wall, trying to find somewhere to focus as his chest tightened. He didn’t feel the crawl of Megan’s hand on his leg until she squeezed around his inner thigh, her fingers digging into the firm muscles. He tilted his chin towards her in confusion, brow furrowed as she scooted closer.

“You have no idea the dirty things we’ve done in my head since our date, Loki…” she whispered darkly against his neck, her hand sliding across his crotch. “Do you want me to tell you what they are?”

“Madam, I-” he protested, swiping her hand from its search for his cock. She caught it, linking her fingers with his.

"It was such a shame you had to leave so quickly the other night" she whined, her hot breath fanning his ear, "I had some desert in mind I know you'd have liked." The innuendo in her voice proved unnecessary as she brazenly raised his forefinger, clearly intending to suck it between her lips. Loki's breath hitched, pulling briskly away just before her tongue wrapped around his skin.

“Lokes, come on...I know you want me. I know you want to pin me underneath that hard body of yours...want to fuck me with that legendary cock everyone talks about...” she whined, running her hand up his chest and around his neck, pulling his face towards hers.

"Is it true what they say?" she muttered, as Loki's breaths quickened. Megan's crossed leg rubbed against his knee; her hand sliding across his squirming torso. "They say you're a big boy. People talk, you know. I bet you are. How could you not be..."

"Madam, I don't think this is-"

“...although I do like a gentleman. So restrained. So refined..." she continued, undeterred "in public, at least..."

Before he could muster a response that wouldn’t severely injure the woman, her lips were upon his. He felt her tongue caress against his closed mouth, his hand pressing against her chest in an attempt to push her away.

“Ohh, Mr Laufeyson…” she moaned obliviously against his skin, keening into his aversive touch, “we could be discovered at any moment, exciting isn’t it?”

Loki jumped up abruptly, Megan's hand reluctantly letting go of his shirt as he released himself from her grasp.

“Madam” he huffed regally, “I am not-”

“-Wow-wow, not so loud people, please...” Tony sighed, entering the room with a coffee cup in hand and sunglasses covering his eyes.

Rogers followed, looking annoyed as usual. “My apologies, folks” Steve said, gesturing for Megan and Loki to take a seat at the table as he closed the door. “It took a little longer to rouse someone than anticipated...”

Loki’s narrowed gaze swept from the men to Megan as she slid seductively into a chair. She patted the seat beside her, shooting him a wink. He took a deep breath, closing his eyes momentarily as he tried to steady his heart rate before sitting down.

“I won’t beat about the bush, Laufeyson” Rogers said ominously from the other side of the table, as Stark groaned appreciatively beside him beneath the shades. “With a few exceptions, such as your unauthorised stunt with Y/N’s dress last night at the Expo...we’re very happy with your overall assimilation.” "Although the dress thing was great for ratings, so we're letting it slide..." Tony muttered, slipping down his chair.

Loki nodded, trying to focus. It was to be expected. He was a delight.

“There have been a few recent changes you should know about, some of which will affect you and some that won’t.” Rogers stern eyebrow arched warily, running his gaze over the god. He looked a little paler than usual, Steve noted.

“Firstly, your abilities to cast limited enchantments will be re-instated. After some analysis with Strange, we’ve identified the loopholes that were causing issues with security. We should be able to identify threats without the need to exclude your powers, so long as you use them responsibly.”

Tony slid his sunglasses down his nose, his bloodshot eyes revealed. “That means no funny business” he mumbled hoarsely, the effort of his own joke making him wince.

“Secondly,” Rogers continued, “we’ve introduced a new clause applicable to Team A to make sure there are no conflicts of interest for sensitive parties on missions, and that could compromise overall objectives in the early stages of Avengers membership.”

Loki’s eyebrows raised as Steve paused dramatically, silently willing him to continue.

“Any intimate relationships with other Team A members are forbidden” Steve squirmed, adjusting his hips awkwardly. “Sexual relationships, to be clear...until one year of service. This is to protect the integrity of the team, as I’m sure you can understand.”

The god’s neutral facial expression did not betray the scream that brewed beneath his glacial features. If they found out, he would be sent back to Asgard. Odin would never release him again. He would never see you again. This was ridiculous, and yet...infuriatingly predictable.

“As I said, it doesn’t affect you– but important that you are aware, considering your special conditions of being here.” Steve murmured, his eyes flickering to Megan diligently taking notes.

He was referring to Loki’s rehabilitation terms in accordance with the security council. Torture by Thanos or not, the pedantic rules around his mandated penance must be observed for 'inter-planetary relations'.

Loki grimaced.

Stark’s shades slid dramatically down his nose again, one eyebrow raised. “Again...no funny business. It’s all work and no play around these parts, right Cap?”

Steve huffed, shuffling papers.

The next ten minutes passed without incident, Loki’s mind whirring as Megan and Rogers discussed operational points from recent missions. Megan sang his praises as Steve nodded, writing quickly. Loki was fairly certain Tony had fallen asleep in his chair.

He felt Megan’s hand slide covertly up his thigh as she continued to speak. Strangely in-depth knowledge of his skills in action poured from her lips as Rogers scribbled on the evaluation forms furiously. Nine hels, Loki thought, grimacing again as he fought to free himself from her touch. This woman is obsessed.

He re-adjusted in his seat, juddering his leg in an effort to shake himself from her wandering grip. His eyes flickered to her dangerously, jaw clenching as he willed her to remove herself. She smiled coyly at him, his attempts at malice clearly not having the desired effect.

“Are we done, here?” he snapped, his eyes fixed on Megan. “I have somewhere to be.”

Steve’s gaze remained on the papers in front of him, tiredness making him resilient to the god’s impetuous tone.

“Yep...almost, just...sign here.” He pushed a sheet of paper across the table as Loki conjured a fountain pen. He noticed Megan’s legs widen beneath the table, her bare calves flexing as the pleats of her skirt fell between her open thighs. She placed her chin on her hand, biting a finger seductively as she swivelled the chair subtly towards him. He would bet his best armour that she wasn't wearing any panties.

He scribbled his signature, pushing the paper back across the table and standing abruptly. “If that will be all” he murmured, avoiding Megan’s lustful stare.

“I’m awake-” Tony snorted, springing to life as Steve rolled his eyes.

“Yes, that’ll be all Laufeyson.” the blonde muttered, leaning back in his chair. “Remember there are massage therapists in-house this morning for the team, a little treat after all your hard work at the Expo last night.”

“Mmmm” Loki hummed thoughtfully, straightening his suit jacket, “I’m not sure it’s for me.”

Tony smirked, sipping his cold coffee. “That’s what Wanda said too, but I saw her heading in with Y/N on our way here. The things those massage guys can’t do with their thumbs, lemme tell you. Augustine is a marvel. Cap you need to get in on it, loosen up that tight ass...” he chuckled, as Steve rolled his eyes again.

Loki’s stomach flipped. The thought of another man running his hands over your naked body filled his mind, digging his talented fingers into the crevices of your willing flesh...making you moan with relief. His eyes narrowed, before his belly twisted again. Wanda. You were with Wanda.

Maybe it’s time to tell some people, just close people to start. Maybe Wanda and Thor...and then we can go from there?

Wanda. She couldn’t know.

A/N: Dw the ouverte smut will return momentarily. 😆 This instalment commences the second 'era' of this collection. High stakes f*cking, baby. And magic is back in the tower.👀

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Chapter 19

The Princess & the Lawyer

Summary: Princess tries to make things right with Lloyd. An arrest is made in the case and fur flies when Detective Roth meets Lloyd for the first time.

Word Count: 4,643

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Warnings: References to stalking, murder, serial killings, criminal investigations into violent crimes

Author’s Note: The winds from the outer bands of Hurricane Hillary are just starting to blow up to my area and it knocked out my electricity for a few hours (thanks, Spectrum Internet! 😤) Fortunately, it’s back on now and I can finally post this chapter!

Chapter XIX

Sunlight gleamed off the slow-moving Shenandoah River and reflected across the valley. Lloyd’s cabin was perched overlooking the basin where the river wound around a bend and slowed to a crawl. From your current position on the front porch, the river looked more like a sheet of glass than a body of water. Lloyd had brought you here after you’d been released from the hospital. Landon arrived the next day with a suitcase of your clothes and took up quarters in the basement. His presence had been a welcome relief from the thick fog of tension hanging over the cabin.

“Are you going to talk to him soon?” Landon asked.

You tucked your knees under your chin, wrapped your arms around them, and stared at the ex-SEAL without really seeing him. The idea of apologizing had been circulating on a loop in your head for the past seventy-two hours.

“I don’t know what to say. It’s like there’s a wall of ice between us.”

“Yeah. I didn’t realize a person could get frostbite in the middle of August until I spent a few hours with you two. Is this how you normally fight?”

“No. Lloyd usually blows up. The only person I’ve seen act like this is Zach. And we know how that usually goes.”

Landon winced. There was no softening the burnt of Zach’s temper. Reason and appeasement had no effect on it - once he turned into Jack Frost all you could do was wait until he de-thawed. Landon leaned back in his chair, drumming his fingers on the armrest.

“Finding out the way he did was hard on him.”

You shut your eyes as if doing so would block out the truth of his statement.

“I know. Not telling him was wrong, but the risk of him losing control and doing something reckless was too much. I was trying to protect him.”

Landon’s eyes softened. “Everyone knows how much you try to shield Lloyd, but you can’t always stand between him and the rest of the world.”

“I’ve seen him spiral before. I don’t want to do anything that would send him down that path again… but here we are. He’s barely looked at me for more than three seconds in the last few days and he’s treating me like a barely tolerable houseguest.”

“You have to talk to him. It’s been three days and quite frankly, I’m sick of walking on eggshells around you two. He’s not angry. He’s hurt. That’s why you’re not seeing an explosion of temper.”

“He’s never been like this before and I don’t know what to say. I’ve been trying to figure it out for days.”

Landon shot you a sardonic look. “Princess, get it through your thick skull: Lloyd isn’t angry, he’s hurt. You’ve never seen him like this before because you’re the only one who could make him feel like this.”

“Trust me, underneath that hurt, he’s angry. Lloyd is always angry.”

“Fear lies at the center of anger. He’s afraid your relationship is broken and that’s why he can’t look at you. Come on, take one for the team - and by team I mean myself. Go talk to him.”

“How do I face him after what I did?”

“He won’t bite,” Landon said.

“No, but his razor blade tongue should be registered as a weapon.”

Landon’s phone buzzed on the unfinished porch railing. He checked the message.

“If you’re going to apologize anytime soon, do it now. Zach is on his way up with Bishop. They just stopped in town for gas and they’ll be here in thirty minutes or so.”

You glanced through the window into the living room where Lloyd sat on the couch, laptop in front of him, scowling. Your stomach pitched at the prospect of the conversation you needed to have.

Landon stood up, his chair scraping against the unfinished planks of the porch floor. “I’ll take a walk down to the river and give you guys some privacy.”

“You’re leaving me alone with him?!”

“You made this mess, you clean it up.”

“If you hear screaming, come rescue me,” you muttered.

Landon crossed the yard to the trail leading down to the river basin and disappeared into the thick wilderness.

You were suddenly alone. Your hands clenched until your fingernails dug into your palms. There wouldn’t be a good time to do this. You’d never feel ready for it, and Landon was right - walking on eggshells was exhausting. You pushed to your feet, pulse thrumming in double time and turned the knob on the cabin door with trembling fingers, steeling yourself for the ugly confrontation.

Lloyd didn’t look up when you shut the door. He was too engrossed in his laptop. You paused and took in his furrowed brow as he tapped the down arrow to scroll through a page. Finally, when it became clear he wasn’t going to acknowledge your presence until you demanded it, you stepped forward.

“Lloyd? I need to talk to you.”

His finger paused on the keyboard and even though he didn’t look up, you pressed forward.

“I didn’t tell you about the stalker because I thought Aiden was behind the messages and I didn’t want you to react impulsively. I figured he was upset about losing his job and had decided to take his frustration out on me. That’s why I got in touch with his father. It seemed like the most efficient way to handle things.”

Before you could continue, Lloyd’s scowl deepened, and he resumed tapping the keyboard.

“Where’s the transcript of my interviews with Dr. Nguyen? I thought I saved them to my files.”

“The interviews? Um… there should be a copy in your email.”

He grunted and began typing. A few clicks later, his chin tilted up.

“Found it.”

You pressed a hand to your hot cheek, took a deep breath, and marshaled your courage.

“Lloyd, I’m trying to talk to you. I want to explain-”

He wasn’t listening. His fingers were dancing over the keyboard and he was blatantly ignoring you. Peaking over his shoulder you saw the website of the local news station pulled up on the laptop.

“I need to catch this broadcast,” Lloyd said tersely.

Your shoulders slumped. Repressing a sigh, you sat down and decided to wait him out.

The anchor’s voice filled the small living room, announcing their lead story - a thunderstorm warning and flood watch. You settled in as they turned to their human interest story about Harmony High School students giving back to the community with a fundraiser for the local food bank. Then the ‘Breaking News’ banner appeared on screen and you sat up straighter as you read it.

“Now, to the latest developments in a breaking news story. The arrest of a suspected serial killer has stunned the community of Harmony, Virginia. Leo McKenzie, an evidence clerk with the State Police, has been taken into custody and charged with twelve counts of murder.”

You gasped.

“Hush, I’m trying to listen,” Lloyd said.

“The case drags up ghosts of the past. In 2003, Dr. Shun Nguyen attracted international attention to the town of Harmony when he was arrested and charged with the murder of his girlfriend. Nguyen was widely considered to be responsible for the rash of disappearances of several local women between 1999 and 2001, culminating in the murder of his girlfriend in 2002. However, his conviction for that crime was overturned in 2013…”

The reporter droned on as you watched, growing confused as the cameras showed the Fairfax County Sheriff arresting a man in his mid-sixties with graying blond hair. He was stocky and dressed in a rumpled green button down and khaki slacks. His expression was slack with shock as he was escorted to a Sheriff’s cruiser.

“McKenzie’s arrest has cast a fresh spotlight on these unsolved cases, igniting painful memories for the families affected. We’ll keep you updated on this developing story throughout the night. Stay tuned for more right here on-”

Lloyd muted the video. You turned to him and for the first time in days he met your gaze.

“Leo McKenzie? The guy who leaked information for the Rolling Stone article?”

“He’s not a bad suspect,” Lloyd said. “Zach found evidence that he’s tampered with evidence before. Plus, he went out of his way to de-stabilize our relationship with the Roth when he contacted Peter Shaw and framed us for leaking confidential information.”

“You think he’s the killer?”

“No. There’s a few holes in the logic, but I’m waiting to see if those can be resolved. The fact that he leaked information to journalists and tried to manipulate the narrative around the case is significant.”

You tried not to be surprised at how quickly Lloyd had gotten up to speed in a few days.

“This was a calculated move,” Lloyd said, his gaze returning to the muted news cast. “There’s enough agencies gunning for the credit on this case that it wouldn’t have taken much more than a well-timed tip-off to persuade the Fairfax Sheriff to make an arrest.”

You nodded. “Right.”

“It’s impressive, really,” Lloyd mused. “Zach is quite the strategist. I hadn’t planned on making a maneuver this bold, but if it gets McKenzie off the street…”

Your mouth fell open. “Zach is behind the arrest?”

“He didn’t run it by me, but I suspect this is what he’s coming up here to discuss. Leo McKenzie crossed him with that journalist and even though it probably wasn’t intended as a personal slight, Zach’s not the forgiving kind.”

“And I thought I was pissed off by Roth’s decision,” you murmured.

“Zach didn’t blame Roth. He went for the root cause of the problem: McKenzie.”

Put like that, the connection between Zach’s interference and Leo’s arrest was undoubtable. You glanced at the clock and saw that he’d be arriving soon. The deadline refocused you on your goal.

“Lloyd, as I was saying, I want to explain why I didn’t tell you what was going on. When I thought Aiden was responsible, I didn’t want to put you in a situation where you’d react before we’d gathered all the facts. I thought what I was doing was appropriate, but in retrospect…”

He stood up and paced to the window and stood there, staring at the driveway. You heard the crunch of wheels over gravel and understood what he was watching for. Zach had arrived. Your eyes closed on a wave of regret.

Great. Lloyd wasn’t listening to a word you had just said.

“Zach brought company.”

*****

Bishop and Detective Roth arrived with Zach.

They shuffled into the living room with the rugged-faced detective trailing behind. He was dressed exactly the same as he’d been the last two times you’d seen him. A white collared shirt, striped red tie, and his holstered weapon prominently displayed on his right hip. His nod of greeting to you was barely perceptible. In response, you crossed your arms over your chest.

Childish, perhaps, but you were still irritated with him and he was interrupting your conversation with Lloyd. Bishop made introductions and Lloyd and Roth immediately began sizing each other up like boxers dancing around a ring.

“I looked into your previous work, Mr. Hansen. You’re quite the character. It seems your investigative techniques involve more theatrics than actual evidence gathering.”

“And your speciality seems to be old cases and old gossip. Slow and methodical hasn’t paid off in the Nguyen case, now, has it?”

“Slow and methodical is standard procedure and I’m a standard procedure kind of guy. It helps me maintain my credibility, which reminds me, your kidnapping conviction got you disbarred, didn’t it?”

Lloyd smirked. “So, you’ve been through my international portfolio as well.”

Roth studied him with an inscrutable expression, then the corner of his lip twitched. “What did you have to do with Leo McKenzie’s arrest? The Sheriff wasn’t supposed to take him into custody until next week.”

“I’d love to take credit but it wasn’t me. However, McKenzie is at the top of my suspect list.”

“What position?” Roth asked.

“Second place.”

Bishop lips pursed. “I can’t believe Sheriff Cerano swept in and arrested him so quickly, considering the history of this case.”

“He’s got enough evidence to hold him, thanks to my team,” Detective Roth said.

“What are the charges?” Zach asked.

“Tampering with evidence, improper release of classified information, and other charges related to his conduct as an evidence clerk. I’d like to apologize for jumping to conclusions and accusing the two of you.”

You uncrossed your arms.

“Are we good?” Roth asked you.

You tilted your head. “Consider yourself on probationary forgiveness. I’ll let you know in a few days if it becomes permanent.”

Roth looked at Lloyd. “Is she always so hardheaded?”

“Sometimes. Usually it’s directed at me, so this is a nice change of pace. Let’s sit down and compare notes.”

Despite the earlier verbal sparring, or perhaps because of it, Lloyd and Roth put aside their differences and shifted into professional mode as everyone assembled in the living room.

“I consider Leo McKenzie our prime suspect,” Detective Roth said.

Bishop scowled. “Why?”

“There’s long term storage of the surveillance camera footage in the evidence lockers. We were able to confirm that McKenzie wasn’t at work on the night of April 18th.”

“Was he scheduled to work?” Zach asked.

“Yes, swing shift, but he swapped with a co-worker. The co-worker reports McKenzie told them he was going to a concert,’” Roth said.

Lloyd crossed his legs. “A concert in the middle of the week? That’s ridiculous. Is there any other evidence against him?”

“He owns a .22 caliber rifle and matches the description of the person Mr. Corbin saw at Shun’s house on that same night, April 18th. He’s been known to smoke occasionally and frequented the same coffee shop where Julia’s book club met.”

“What about access to the chemicals to dissolve her corpse?” Lloyd asked.

“His work as an evidence clerk might explain that,” Bishop said.

“Technically speaking, all the ingredients he needed are available over the counter,” Roth said.

Lloyd grunted. “What about knowledge of the area where the bodies were dumped?”

“He kayaks up there every summer and his uncle used to work in the concrete industry,” Roth said. “At the moment he’s our top suspect. The Sheriff was preparing to arrest him on charges of improperly handling evidence and obstruction of justice. That’s sufficient to hold him for a long while. Virginia law enforcement jointly decided that everyone would be safer if he was off the streets.”

“So, if you have your man, why are you here?” Lloyd said.

“Because knowing he had the opportunity, means, and access to commit a crime isn’t the same thing as being able to prove he did it. That’s why I need your help. We have a window of opportunity to prove a solid case against him, but it won’t be easy. Bishop and I have discussed it with my superiors and we’re inviting you down to Harmony on a full-time basis to assist with the investigation. You’ll even get your own shared office.”

“It’s the conference room, isn’t it?” Zach asked.

“A windowless conference room,” Roth said, his lips twitching into a smirk.

The Detective’s gaze shifted to you and he tilted his head. “If it’s not too much trouble, I’m very interested in seeing the database you were working on for the case.”

*****

The guests stayed for dinner but left quickly afterwards to get back before the storm made landfall. Lloyd took a walk down to the river and you retreated to the living room where Landon was relaxing with his feet up.

“I take it apologizing didn’t go well?”

You sighed. “It didn’t go at all.”

“How come?”

“He wouldn’t hear me out. I managed three half apologies but he wouldn’t let me finish.”

“Are you going to try again, or call it a night?” Landon asked.

Your shoulders straightened. Where was your spine? Sure, all things considered, you weren’t at the top of your game this week, but the ability to make Lloyd listen was a skill you’d mastered a long time ago. If you couldn’t get through to him, then you had lost more of your self-confidence than you’d realized.

“I’m going down to the river.”

“Have fun…”

Lloyd was easy to find. He was on a bench by the water with a legal pad on his knee, reading a handful of loose leaf pages. As he read, he paused every now and then to consult his legal pad and twirl a pen around his fingers. You paused at the bottom of the concrete stairs that led down to the river basin and watched him from a distance.

His alabaster complexion was darker than usual from a summer of golfing and the week spent on the ranch. His thick hair ruffled a little in the wind because he hadn’t worn as much hair gel at the cabin, choosing to smooth his hair back instead of plastering it into place like usual.

You liked the more relaxed look on him. You wished the image matched his mood but the rigidity in his shoulders proved he was just as tense as he’d been since Tuesday.

When you approached he tucked the pages into his legal pad and clipped the pen to the pad. You sat down on the far end of the bench, leaving an arm’s length between you. The wind carried the scent of pine trees and the smell of rain hung in the air as storm clouds amassed in the southeast. The atmosphere between you held a quiet tension, an undercurrent of repressed anger. The gusting winds that rustled the leaves seemed to echo the mood. You shivered as a gust of wind cut through your blouse.

Lloyd leaned back. “You didn’t need to come all the way down here. It’s getting cold.”

“I’m fine,” you said, wrapping your arms around your torso. “I wanted to apologize. I guess my timing this afternoon wasn’t great. I was only halfway through when Zach arrived.”

“I was still too pissed at you to listen.”

“I gathered as much. I’m sorry for not telling you about the stalking. It was wrong of me to cover it up, especially for as long as I did.”

He sighed, eyes drifting to fixate on the water. “What was it? You thought I’d over react?”

Your hands twisted in your lap. “Yes. Your temper is a force of nature and you don’t have a great sense of self-preservation under the best conditions. You dive headfirst into danger without considering the consequences or your odds of survival.”

“Princess, I’ve faced much worse threats than a vertically challenged lunatic with sharp elbows. I can handle myself. Don’t worry about me.”

“But I do worry about you! I know you can take care of yourself, but as your friend it’s my job to protect you, too - including from yourself! When I decided not to tell you what was going on, that’s what I thought I was doing. After what happened on Tuesday, I know how wrong that was. I’m sorry for hurting you by holding back something I should’ve shared with you as soon as I was aware of it.”

“What was the other half of your apology? I think we got to about this point before I cut you off.”

“I’m sorry for not trusting you to respond with restraint and assuming you’d fly off the handle. Overall, you’ve taken this a lot more calmly than I thought you would.”

His left eyebrow arched. “Calmly? If you hadn’t willingly gotten in the car on Tuesday afternoon, I’d have thrown you in the trunk.”

“And compared to what I thought you might do, that was a very restrained reaction.”

Lloyd snorted. “Don’t be so sure. If Aiden had been your stalker I’d gladly have taken him apart with my bare hands. That’s part of what pissed me off. Your reasons for not telling me were valid. As much as I wanted to tear into you for it, I can’t deny that point. I guess I feel more disappointed than anything. I’ve always struggled with honesty, but with you, it was easy. I didn’t realize that trust was a one-way street.”

You groaned. “If this is you ‘not tearing into me’ I’d hate to have seen what you had in mind earlier.”

He shifted closer and a thick arm curled around your shoulders. You snuggled into his chest as another gust of wind kicked up.

“I really am sorry,” you said. “I’ll say it as many times as you want.”

“Since I’ve been giving you the cold shoulder for the past three days, I think we can call it even.”

You squeezed his waist and burrowed into his arms. “I promise to be more honest with you, even when I’m worried about your reaction.”

His lips brushed your temple. “I’ll try not to sulk so long next time you decide to bottle things up.”

“Is that a whiff of skepticism I’m sensing? You don’t think I’ll be honest?”

“You protect others, Princess. It’s in your nature. But your takeaway from this experience needs to be that lies of omission aren’t how you protect me, or yourself. I need you and I…”

Love you.

Your heart leapt as you filled in the next words, holding your breath to hear him say them for the first time.

“Was that a drop of rain?” Lloyd said.

*****

You and Lloyd made it back to the front porch of the cabin just as the clouds opened up and poured rain down in buckets. Both of you had escaped the worst of the onslaught, but droplets went flying when Lloyd shook out his hair. You squealed when the water hit your face.

“Sorry, honey,” he said, and held open the door for you.

There was no sight of Landon in the living room, so you assumed he’d retreated to the basement.

Lloyd led you upstairs to the loft which housed the master bedroom. He tossed his legal pad on the bed and went to retrieve towels from the bathroom. You stripped off your wet clothes in the closet and found a clean t-shirt of Lloyd's to slip on. When he came out of the bathroom with the towels, you were sitting on the bed leafing through his legal pad.

“Who’s Tate Corbin?”

“You remember Nguyen’s across the street neighbor? Mr. Corbin?”

“Yes. These notes are about him?”

Lloyd rubbed the towel across his damp hair.

“Yeah. Corbin doesn’t have a file, officially at least, so I’ve spent the past couple days putting one together.”

“Why?”

“Because after l reviewed everything Zach has collected on McKenzie, there was one glaring problem. Leo McKenzie isn’t good at chemistry. He failed the class in high school and took the easiest science credit he could in college: Biology 101 for general studies. He passed with a C minus.”

“Not everyone can be a scientific genius.”

“I doubt our killer is a scientific genius, but they know the basics of chemicals, either by trade or education. The brittle bones that were observed in Julia’s remains and the lack of bodies from the remains from the other nine victims points to a chemical dissolution process of some kind. Leo McKenzie doesn’t have the knowledge to perform that kind of a reaction.”

You made a face of disgust at the imagery his words brought to mind and scanned through the file.

“It says he wasn’t named as a person of interest in 2002. Why wasn’t he a suspect?”

“Actually, the first responding officer did raise suspicions about Mr. Corbin. When he answered the door the next evening - this wasn’t long after Shun was taken in for his first round of questioning - he appeared sweaty and pale. Mr. Corbin attributed it to being on a new blood pressure medication.”

“Did he work with chemicals?” you asked.

“He was a merchant marine in the 50s and 60s, working for companies like Odfjell and Stolt-Nielsen.”

“What does that have to do with the case?”

Lloyd’s grin widened. “Odfjell and Stolt-Nielsen were chemical tanker companies. left the industry in the late 60s and settled down in Fredericksburg. He got married, had two kids, and in 1975 the family moved to Harmony where Corbin started a contracting business. His specialty was laying foundations. Between the physical nature of his work and a penchant for jogging and hiking, Corbin stayed in excellent shape. He even hiked the Appalachian Trail from start to finish in 2003.”

“This is interesting, but what about the evidence Roth and Zach collected against Leo?”

Lloyd shrugged. “He’s worth investigating. I’m open to the possibility that he’s the killer, if evidence comes to light that he knew enough chemistry to dissolve a body. But the way Shun reacted when you questioned him about who the killer might be has stuck in my head. He was clearly afraid of someone, so I’ve been trying to figure out who.”

“Right, I noticed that too. He was visibly shaken when I told him about the second body.”

“Shun’s social circle wasn’t extensive, which narrows the potential suspects to his coworkers and a handful of other associates. When I couldn’t establish a connection between Shun and Leo, I kept searching, which led me to Tate Corbin. The guy is a towering ex-sailor with a linebacker’s shoulders. If he posed a threat to Shun, it could explain why Shun didn’t fight the charges harder or point the finger at another suspect.”

You flipped to Corbin’s demographics page and checked the data. “But Tate is eighty-three years old now. Why wouldn’t Shun just take his story to the media?”

“Remember his reaction to hearing about the second body? Someone - probably the killer - put the fear of God in him. Besides, to Corbin, age is just a number. He’s still running half marathons and 10ks.”

“Holy smoke. Do you have his times? Like, is he any good?”

“He’s placing ahead of runners who are a third of his age. The cincher for me is that there’s only one person whose presence at the house on the evening of April 18th can be verified. By his own admission, Tate was at the crime scene and reported seeing a ‘very large man’ lurking around. Conveniently, Tate Corbin is a very large man.”

“You think he lied to the police?”

Lloyd chuckled. “I don’t think he anticipated the interrogation. When he was caught off guard, his brain couldn’t compose an entirely fictional story, so instead of lying outright, he just bent the truth.”

“Should we bring Roth into the loop?”

“Let’s continue piecing things together over the weekend. We’ll let the news about Leo circulate and make sure Tate has a chance to see it. And since we’re relocating to Roth’s conference room on Monday, we can present our findings to him then. I want to have a clearer picture of the case against Tate to make sure he merits our attention before we discuss it with Roth.”

You looked down, pretending to read, and hid a smile at Lloyd’s final comment. Evidently, Roth’s barb about theatrics had stuck its target.

“That sounds like a plan. I think working together will be good for you two.��

Lloyd rolled his eyes. “Oh, please. He’s such an asshole.”

“Mmmhhh. A real piece of work.”

Irrespective of the investigation, Monday promised to be an exciting day. The anticipation of the clash between Lloyd and Roth brought a real smile to your face for the first time in days. And as fiery as their reaction to each other might be, you had a suspicion that they might turn out to be an excellent team - if they didn’t kill each other first.

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still into you

pairing: vernon x reader

content: friends to lovers, that’s all, very short very vanilla, one sentence that references a suggestive moment but nothing detailed or serious

word count: 608, really short, will literally take u less than 5 minutes to read

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it started back in freshman year of college, when vernon used to slip corny little notes under your dorm room door, a small sheet of paper awaiting you almost daily on the floor when you got back from class. all it took was a post-it note in his rushed, awful handwriting to erase your mind of petty professors and clueless classmates. to this day (and without vernon’s knowledge) you keep a little envelope, convincingly and vaguely labelled ‘bills n stuff’ that houses every single note you received from him. you still giggle at his aversion to the sentimental, his letters often containing a list of songs or an endearing hand-drawn meme rather than something silly like a little poem about your love.

of course, that isn’t when your love for him started—you have been positively in love with him since high school, which sadly neither of you recognized at the time. rather, university was when your sense of your relationship’s longevity began to bloom. somehow, in between fighting for your life in the coed dorms and downing bottom-shelf liquor at frat parties, you managed to keep one thing constant in that whirlwind of firsts and never-agains. friends you met in college were routinely amazed at your long-lasting friendship. friends you’d had since high school waited for a dating announcement with bated breath, anticipating the moment you two would recognize just how perfectly you meshed.

the pining didn’t start until sophomore year, when the letters stopped. the two of you no longer lived in the same building; everyone’s classes got harder and more time consuming. somehow you and vernon got even closer, though. hugs lingered longer than normal, eye contact made your heart thump a bit more than usual. soon enough, the flirting emerged, and friend dates turned into normal dates. late night study sessions morphed into sleepovers. sleepovers morphed into sleepless nights, finding every surface in vernon’s room except for his creaky bed to release your energy.

the quiet vibe worked for the two of you. whether it was to avoid inevitable teasing from the friend group or merely your natural inclinations to privacy, the dating news took quite a while to reach the people closest to you. sure, vernon was suspiciously posting you a lot more, but half of his pictures have had you in them since high school. and yeah, maybe you were coming home with a lot more cds (that suspiciously looked that all the bands vernon liked), but your roommates figured you were finally making enough money to feed your music addiction. so, to say the least, the knowledge of your romance was a shock to the entire friend group—hoshi says he got goosebumps when he saw the two of you “soft-launching” your relationship by walking around campus holding hands. hoshi and his shaky camera skills caused quite the chaos in all the group chats that day.

even now, you think vernon’s quietness is his greatest strength, how he’s able to make your heart flutter in so few words. his weekly text saying “on the way” followed by some food emoji because he knows tuesday is your busiest day. his stack of records and cds that he keeps by his front door, bedecked with a bright green sticky note reminding him to lend them to you. his notes app with a list of movies he refuses to watch for the first time without you. the white slip of paper written by his eighteen-year-old self, an off-handed joke sitting in your desk drawer years later: ‘you’re the only one i never get tired of.’

a/n: hello, all! this is my first drabble back. something really short but i like it. its about all the writing i can muster rn. but i enjoyed writing it for sure. i weirdly feel like im in a cool romantic mood these days. and i might even have a crush for the first time in like 3 years! hope you guys enjoy tho. i know my last post didn’t seem to get much traction, but i hope i can get some feedback on this one. pls send in some asks just to chat! i like talking to u guys xx

feel free to reblog and send in asks!

#seventeen drabble #caratwritersclub #vernon x reader #vernon fluff #vernon drabble #vernon imagine #seventeen imagine #seventeen imagines #seventeen fluff #vernon chwe x reader #chwe vernon x reader

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alexcors · 4 months

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Well, I got some time on vacation, so I translated another chapter. I hope you enjoy it)))

Damian ran up the stairs into the house, no longer trying to convince himself that he was in a hurry to start sketching. And who did he really want to deceive, even if the Titans were whispering behind their backs, but carefully averted their eyes, pretending to believe in the "friendship" between Robin and Raven?

The bedroom greeted him with the smell of wood polish and crisp-fresh sheets, finally weathering the putrid smell of the cave. The coming dusk crept across the room like shadows, one of which fluttered weightlessly towards him, hugging his torso and breathing raggedly into his neck.

— Worried about me? — Damian smiled into the girl's hair.

— Not at all, — Raven replied calmly, her heart pounding frantically against his chest through layers of clothing and armor. — After tasting Kori's cooking, I'm pretty sure you're immortal.

— Why did you remind me? — The assassin groaned, releasing the demoness from his embrace.

—You smell... something similar," she lowered her eyes in embarrassment and took a half step back. — This is… Is it okay?

— That's fine with me, — Damian replied, knowing full well that Raven wasn't referring to the smell. — And you?

— I'm still getting used to it. It's unusual to give free rein to your own feelings. I'm not even sure I know how to express them properly. I've never had to be someone's... girlfriend before.

— So you haven't been with anyone in these two years...? — came out of his mouth before the assassin had time to think.

Damn, he wasn't going to ask about it, and if there was something, he didn't want to know!

— With my father's incessant voice in my head and unabated feelings for you? Raven raised an eyebrow skeptically, but Damian's scowl said he was waiting for a direct answer. And a short "No" swept through his body in a wave of relief.

— I didn't even think about it, — the girl added. — And you?

— I didn't go on dates with anyone, — the young man hastened to assure. — Looks like we're both new to this.

— Is there really something that Damian Wayne doesn't understand at the creator's level? — The demoness chuckled.

— Don't mock me, habibti, or I'll start practicing right now and we'll both smell like Kori's cooking, — an armoured glove tightened around her waist. — Maybe there are some rules?

— The rules of an ideal relationship? Raven snuggled closer. — I don't think there are such people.

— So we'll come up with our own, — he quickly kissed the girl on the forehead. — And we will bring it to perfection.

— Mh, are we going to have kisses on schedule?

—With tea breaks, — Damian nodded.

The mischievous lilac gaze caught the laughing green one, after which the bedroom was filled with laughter. The young man touched his lips to her hair once more, mentally thanking those unknown forces that brought Raven back to him, because, gods see, how he missed her!

#damirae #demonbirds #damian wayne #damian al ghul #raven #damian x raven #raven dc

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tennybird · 4 months

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I have opinions about TotK. This is your spoiler warning if you haven't played/finished it yet. Also all of this is, once again, just my opinion on it and not a decisive fact! I will probably misremember things!

Anyway.

Okay so basically as someone who got it on release and beat it within a week, I'm a little underwhelmed by the game now that I'm looking back over half a year later.

It's not a terrible game! I'll say that first and foremost. But after waiting so long for it, and trying so hard to not hype myself up for it (failing horribly at that), it feels just a bit... same-y. The story is nice, and it's different. The boss fights and abilities you gain during your travels are nice. Everything else, though...

I like the map having stayed similar, with enough changes that I have to relearn some areas. The Depths are really fucking cool, and figuring out on my own that they're a negative of the overworld was incredible! But the sky islands were a little disappointing, I think. When we were told we'd be in the sky a lot, I thought there'd be more large islands like the tutorial one that you could walk around on. More references to Skyward Sword, too. It feels to me that they put more love into the Depths than the sky, in a way.

I like the main story. Figuring out Zelda was the Light Dragon (but not really believing it until the final Tears), and that she'd essentially spent thousands and thousands of years trapped inside herself, was AWESOME. Every cutscene involving her as the Light Dragon hit me hard, and I felt genuine sorrow everytime I saw her floating around the sky.

...That being said, I DO wish we could have a game where you get to actually travel with her. I WANT her to tell me about the minor lore of the world! I want to know about the various flora and fauna, and I want her to talk about Hyrule's history! Zelda is part of the royal family, and I'd imagine that part of her studies pre-BotW she'd have to learn about the history of her family (especially because of the importance of the Goddess' blood...). With how pre-BotW went between her and her powers, and her and her father, I'd imagine she'd make it a point to learn more about their history that ISN'T just the prophecy.

I, personally, did not like most of the temple boss fights. I can't really explain much of why- except for Queen Gibdo. I HATED Queen Gibdo because of all the smaller Gibdo chasing you, trying to chase down Riju for her power... It was a lot of things stacked on each other, and simply not my thing. Colgera was an absolute favorite however! The boss theme is AWESOME, the mechanics of being in the air and having to watch for projectiles, as well as crashing through the ice sheets to take it down? VERY, VERY FUN. Climbing through the sky just to get to the temple itself was one of my favorite experiences. Going up and up and up, and finally reaching the top where you break out above the storm clouds and see clear skies...

A thing that bothers me about the temples is that the cutscene at the end, where the ancient Sages gifts their powers to the new ones... I feel like they could've spent a little more time making them different, even if that meant more time in development. I would be okay with that! I think games should be in development longer in order to produce a good, finished product! Anyway.

The fight with Ganondorf was fun for me. I get SUPER immersed in it, so it was a fearful moment when I thought I'd beaten him, only to see his health bar fill again... and then go offscreen. And the DEMON DRAGON FIGHT? Holy SHIT.

I just wish there was more... substance to the game, I guess? It feels weird saying that. There are more things to do, but it's missing something I can't name. Something BotW had, but is now gone. I like TotK, like I said. It's clearly had love put into it, and I'm glad the developers spent more time on getting it as close to the perfect image they wanted as they could. Maybe it's just cause I've spent more time with BotW (over 300 hours), but I think I'm a little biased towards it. Maybe I'm just getting older and grumpier about vidya games, too. Who knows!

If you read all this, cool! I will reiterate that this is simply my view on it! If your view is different, good!! I'm happy to know there are people out there who enjoy it more than I did. Or if you hate it more than I do, maybe you have other things you want to point out about it that I missed.

#james speaks #long post #loz #totk #the legend of zelda #tears of the kingdom #i love reading people's opinions so please tell them to me if you want somewhere to ramble!!#zelda #totk spoilers #tears of the kingdom spoilers

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world-of-aus · 2 years

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Shake It Like A Polaroid Picture

Pairing; Pornstar!Bucky x Pornstar!Reader

Word Count; 1.8k

Warnings: 18+ MINORS DNI. (Use of spit, pet names, p in v.)

Authors Note; So this piece is in reference to THIS work. The start of the Polaroids! There will definitely be more of this ‘moment snapshots’ as I will call them, and hopefully a new installment for the soldier coming along soon but i have some new au’s I want to dip into, so it may be awhile (also want to build Stevie’s portfolio so there’s that)! Any grammatical errors/reading errors are my own, I hope you enjoy this one, happy readings Bun’s!

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He’s got you on your knees, hands guiding you down onto all fours till your face is pressed into the comforter, ass pert and at attention for him. A smack resonates through the room, the action jolting you forward as he squeezes the flesh of your ass.

“You’re insatiable,” you murmur through closed eyes and a curled smile.

“s’your fault,” he argues, as he pulls your cheeks apart massaging the flesh, “pushing your bare ass back into me like that, needy little whines spilling from your lips, who were you dreaming of that got you so needy?”

Your rebuttal gets caught on a moan when he grinds forward, his hardened cock barely slipping through your soddened folds as it flits up against the rim of your ass. His thumbs hold his cock there as he gives a few tentative thrusts, lubing himself up with your slick. “Don’t tease,” your murmur pushing back into the motion, “I think you’ve had me wait long enough.”

He chuckles low, “did dream me neglect you baby, didn’t give you what you crave.”

You're humming your acknowledgement, “poor thing,” he coos, “don’t you worry though baby, gonna take real good care of you.” A groan follows as you feel it hit your puckered hole, “gotta make sure all of you is wet,” he chuckles as he lubes you up further with the warmth of the spit from his mouth.

“Buck – baby please,” you preen pushing your backside into his hips to meet his slow, languid thrusts. You don’t have to twist your head to know there’s an endearing smirk kissing the brunette's lips, the teasing carrying outside of work.

The thrust into your tight, wet heat has both your lips parting in a silent ‘o’, a soft groan and whimper filling the silence of your quiet room in the early morning. He bottoms out, pressing in deep as he bends over you, lips finding your shoulder as he presses soft wet kisses there.

His thrusts are slow but jarring, the little whimpers he pulls from your lips spurring him on as he licks and nips hungrily at your skin. He enjoys the quiver that rolls through your spine, the quiver that has you pushing back onto his cock, a higher, needier pitched whine being pulled from your parted lips.

Bucky shushes you, hips pressing forward, cock pressing in deeper, ‘I got you baby, I know exactly what you need, but you’ll take what I give you,” he murmurs pushing up, his hand falling to the back of your neck as he presses your head further into your comforter covered sheets.

You want to scream, as he continues with those slow tentative thrusts that leave you reeling for more. “Buck,” you whine, though it’s a feeble attempt on your end as he presses your head further into the sheets an action, a warning. You’ll take what he gives you.

His hand disappears from your neck after a moment, the angle changing as the front of his thighs cradle your ass, his thrusts becoming sloppy for a brief second, “don’t whine baby, m’right here, just grabbing something,” he murmurs with a roll of his hips to meet yours. “What’re you doing,” you continue to whine, “give me what I want Buuuck fuck!”

He grins as he picks up the same slow, tantalizing pace, this pace swifter as he lets you push back onto his cock to meet his thrusts. He’d let you have these few seconds of pleasure as he adjusted the camera he had reached for that laid on your nightstand. He flicks the power button, thankful your too lost on fucking yourself on him that you don’t hear its soft whir of life.

Bucky brings the camera up to eye level looking through the lens as he focuses in on the way his cock disappears inside of you, the slick covering it glistening in the night. He should snap the photo, capture the moment your pressed together but he wants to capture something for both of you, something he can hide away in his wallet one that he knows you’ll find and grow wet from the sight of it. A sight that will have you craving, wanting.

So he brings the hand that earlier rested on your neck down to your hip stilling your movements till only the tip of his cock is nestled in your heat. A cry escapes your lips, “why’d you stop,” you huff trying to push yourself back on him. Your poor attempt has him chuckling as he tightens his hold on your hip keeping you from moving the way you want, “be still baby, gonna give it to you real good right now just be still.”

Bucky’s laughing again, as he feels you settle, no longer fighting down against his hand as he snaps the first one, the film strip popping through a second later, “really buck,” you question looking over your shoulder, “it’s our day off.” He’s grinning as he pulls the film out, throwing it by your head, “shake it for me baby.”

“What do I get if I do,” you question reaching for the strip watching as he takes another picture. He hums under his breath, as he repeats the action with the previous polaroid, lips curling as he meets your questioning gaze. Bucky doesn’t offer you an answer as he throws the camera off to the side, the device falling with a soft thump by your hip. His large hands gripping the flesh of your hips squeezing, massaging the skin as he presses in, the burn of it has your toes curling, lips parting as your head thumps into the sheet's polaroid's forgotten. He falls over you, rolling his hips into yours as he drags his cock in and out of you, at a slow toe-curling pace.

“Buck,” you whine shaking your head, “please no more - I need you to fuck me, please.”

“You want to be fucked,” he hums pressing a kiss to your shoulder, “sure that’s what you want?”

Through strained lips your huffing, the need for release consuming you as you fight to lift your body up from the sheets, if you had to take what you wanted you would. Bucky lets you fight against him, going willingly as you push him up till your able to really move your hips and angle yourself back down onto his cock. The moans that fall from your lips are instantaneous “fuck finally,” you breathe as you continue to move back against him, and he lets you, hands loosely resting against your hips as he follows your movements, allows you to take from him.

“What is it sweetheart,” he questions running his hands along your body, “not enough,” he adds when he hears the soft little puffs of annoyed air leaving your lips. “Would you do something,” you huff, shoving your ass back harder, “what would you like me to do,” he retorts, he’s teasing though, he knows exactly what you want, he just wants to hear it.

“Fuck me for fucks sake, you’ve been teasing me since yesterday evening!”

“Don’t even get a please,” he questions hips rolling to meet your thrusts.

“Please,” you cry, “baby please fuck me!” Bucky isn’t one to leave his girl wanting, besides he knows you’ve both waited long enough. He quickens his thrusts, the harsh, wet slap of skin-on-skin meeting both your ears as he does the one thing, he knows he does best; bring his sweet girl to release. Your broken cry catches in your throat, “fuck,” you groan into the sheets, “please don’t stop, please don’t stop,” you gasp.

He grunts his thrust jarring you, “s’this what you wanted, wanted me to fuck you, wanted it hard and fast,” he hums, “g-god yes, Bucky, baby please – need.”

“I know what you need,” he grunts continuing to fuck into you the way that you liked, “know the way you like it baby, don’t you worry I got you.” His thrusts are jarring, the movements sending you up the bed, your legs threatening to give way as the pleasure begins to bloom. “Bucky please,” you breathe fingers curling into the sheets, and he knows you well enough now to know what you’re asking without having to ask.

He wraps his hands around your waist, pulling till your body goes with his hands, going, going till your back is pressed to his front, one hand holding your breasts while the other claims its spot around your neck. “Look so good like this,” he breathes into the shell of your ear, “so needy, so fucked out, you wanna cum on my cock baby?”

“God yes,” you preen hand curling around the one that rests on your neck, “let me cum, wanna cum on your cock baby please!” Hot puffs of air, fan against your neck as Bucky holds the two of you up, pace quickening as his own releases begins to build. “Grab the camera baby, point it to the mirror right there, wanna see how pretty you look when you come on my cock.”

You're whining like you have been all night, you didn’t want to move, “c’mon baby for me,” he grunts, “wanna have something of you in my wallet to look at when I'm feeling lonely.” You give in then, reaching out a hand to grab the camera that rested in the dip of the bed where your knees met. “That’s my girl,” he praises with a kiss to the side of your head, “power it up baby, want you to capture the exact moment you cum apart on my cock.”

The hand on your neck holds you steady, as you bring the camera up to eye level pointing it towards the mirror that was positioned facing your bed. Despite your eyes threatening to roll closed you hold your own gaze, watching the wreaked breaths leave your body as Bucky fucks up into you, the other hand that held your breast now sliding down south.

His thumb presses into your heat finding your clit, thumb ravishing the bundle of nerves that has your toes curling, a moan catching in your throat. “Get ready baby,” he moans, “can feel you squeezing me already,” and if to mirror what he feels he squeezes your throat. The pleasure building within blindsides you, your body going tense, toes curling, thighs shaking, pussy clenching around his lengths as your orgasm washes over you in warm waves.

The polaroid whizzes releasing the white film strip before its falling to the bed, your hands searching for leverage on the hand that rests on your neck. “Did so good for me,” Bucky groans, “gonna fill you up so good baby, gonna be spilling out of you,” he moans hips faltering as his own end washes over him in the same pleasant waves. A pleased hum leaves your lips when you feel his warm seed spill into you; walls clenching around his length milking his cock for every drop.

He’s chuckling breathlessly, hand turning your head to capture your lips in a sweet kiss, “better than your dreams?”

Your grinning into the kiss, “definitely better than my dreams, you better put those away,” you add in reference to the three polaroids resting on the bed.

“They’re going right in my wallet sweetheart, no one’s ever going to see those.”

#pornstar!bucky #pornstar!au #bucky x reader #bucky barnes x reader #bucky x you #bucky barnes x you #bucky barnes smut #bucky barnes fanfic #bucky barnes fanfiction

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angelltheninth · 2 years

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Penance and Pleasure

Pairing: Kurt Wager x Fem!Reader

Tags: nsfw, smut, established relationship, first time, masturbation, handjobs, blowjobs, oral sex, tail sex, gentle sex

Word count: 2.6k

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A/N: Pent up Kurt fucking you with his tail. That's the only reason I'm writing this.

You push your way in through the door of the small apartment you share with Kurt, arms full of grocery bags. Tonight you was the night you wanted to surprise Kurt with a special dinner. He'd been acing odd for the past week or so.

"Kurt? Are you home?" You deposited the bags on the kitchen counter and walked to the living room. No sign of Kurt. You thought he might still be at the School. No big deal, you can surprise him when he gets home then.

You started to unpack the bags when you heard a sound. A groan coming from the bedroom. It sounded like Kurt.

"Maybe he didn't hear me?" You make your way to the bedroom door, the sounds getting louder and louder. Your cheeks flush because you're already thinking about what he could be doing behind those doors.

And upon opening them you were correct.

Kurt was naked on the bed, his knees digging into the mattress, tail whipping back and forth behind him, eyes closed and a pleasure filled expression on his face as his left hand pumped his erect cock up and down rapidly, staining the sheets with more cum.

A ball of heat coils in your lower belly, making you squeeze and rub your thighs together.

Kurt didn't seem to hear you step in as he continued to jerk off, stoking himself a few more times before he came, shooting ropes of cum across the sheets again.

Upon opening his eyes his expression of bliss quickly turns into one of horror and shame. "I... oh my God..." Kurt quickly backs up on the bed and pulls the sheet over his lap, his cock still very much hard judging by the outline.

"Kurt... sorry! I... I should have said something! I just didn't actually expect to see you..." Your eyes travel between Kurt's face, over his toned body and to the bulge underneath the sheet. "God this is embarrassing." You feel like slapping yourself because clearly Kurt is also pretty horrified about this. "You can... finish. I'm gonna go make us something to eat."

"Wait!" Kurt yells after you right as you're closing the door. You pause and look at him, his eyes avoiding yours, "I'm afraid I haven't been entirely honest with you my love."

"What to you mean?" You frown, thinking about what Kurt could possibly be referring to, he's always been honest and truthful since the day you met.

Kurt took a deep breath and patted the spot on the bed with his tail. As soon as you sat down his tail brushed over the side of your thigh.

"Sorry! I've been... struggling lately." Kurt gulped, steadied himself and finally looked you in the eye. You nodded, telling him it's ok to go on, "I've having lustful thoughts and dreams about you. What you just saw was me releasing it."

You blinked. "Kurt... ok, uhm... I'm not gonna lie and tell you that walking in on you wasn't a little embarrassing for the both of us. But Kurt I don't mind you having those kinds of desires for me. I..." Your cheeks heat up quickly, "I have them about you too."

"I know. You're always telling me how sexy you think I am." Kurt smiles for just a split second before his gaze returns to the floor, his fists balling into the sheets, "But I... I should not have... I should have had more control over these desires. And I know I should have talked to you about them but I didn't want you to think less of me."

"Oh Kurt..." You cup his cheeks and angle his head toward you, "You should know me better than that. I'm not gonna hate you just because you had a pipe dream about me. We're a couple, it's normal. And to be honest..." You bite your lip as your eyes travel down his body, stopping at the outline of his cock, "I'm glad that you're having those kinds of thoughts. And before you say it, I don't think you'd get condemned to Hell just for wanting to make love to your girlfriend. You love me right?"

Kurt nods firmly, "More than anything my love."

You draw closer, your face inching closer and closer, "Then there's no need to feel sorry." Your words ghost over his lips before you close the distance between you two.

Kurt pushes into the kiss, lips molding over yours, fitting together like a puzzle. His left hand cups your cheeks and tilts your head for a better angle for his tongue to lick into your mouth. Just as you think he's gonna push for more he pulls away.

"Sorry, I'm still a bit..." You chuckle as your hands pull at the sheet on his lap.

He lets out a hiss the moment his cock uncovered again, "Hard." You supply. "You don't have to be embarrassed about it. Do you want to go again? If you do I can... I can leave the room."

"No, no. I mean yes. I..." Kurt sighs and gathers his courage, "I want you here."

You don't miss the whimper in his tone, "And what else do you want?" Your hand trails further up on his bare thigh, his cock giving a twitch at as your hand draws closer.

"Are you sure it's ok with you?" You squeeze your thighs together again and let out not at all subtle moan.

"More than. Please." Kurt's eyes travel down your body, settling between your thighs. His yellow eyes take on a darker shade, a bead of cum trickling down his cock in anticipation.

The moment you take him in his hand his hips shoot up, a groan escaping his lips, "Your hand, its so soft. Feels very different than my own." He closes his eyes as he enjoys the slow up and down movement across his cock, "I like it faster. Squeeze a little."

"I like it when you tell me what you want." You adjust your grip and your pace to accommodate his needs better. Kurt moans your name as more cum smears across his cock and your hand. You feel his pulse quicken when your lips brush over the sensitive spot on his neck, "What else Kurt? What did we do in your dreams?"

"Oh God..." Kurt catches your wrist, stilling your hand. For a moment you think you went too far, "Can I... see you naked too? I know it's silly, we've been naked in front of each other before, and you don't have to, but I would really love to see you."

You swipe your thumb over the head of his cock before popping it into you mouth, swirling your tongue around the cum and swallowing. You see Kurt's nostrils flare at the sight. You don't want to tease him too much so you don't waste much time taking off your clothes, except for your panties. You slide them down your legs slowly, making sure Kurt sees just how wet you are for him.

As you're about to kneel down in before him he stops you, "Can you lie down instead? There's one thing I haven't been able to get out of my head."

"And that is?" You smooth your hands through his short hair.

"I want to your mouth around my cock." The moment you heard those words you were already pushing past him to lie on your back. Kurt chuckles at your enthusiasm.

"What a coincidence. I've had that thought too." You press your lips against his cheek as he straddles your thighs, his stiff cock rubbing against your stomach.

His hands travel up your body, cupping your breasts briefly before he moves further up. "I thought about those too. My cock between them, sucking on your nipples, oh God, so many dirty fantasies about you my love. I might come just from confessing them all." His hips rut against your body, leaving a trail of cum on your stomach.

"Not before I get a taste straight from the source I hope." You wink up at him as your hands travel up his trembling thighs.

"If you keep talking like that, teasing me..." He shakes his head "I'm about to burst. I need your mouth on me."

You never imagined Kurt to be so needy.

"Then take it." Kurt lets out a strained whine as his knees bracket your head. He lifts himself up to get a better angle to push his cock past your lips. The moment your lips close around his cock he moans. Loud. "Fuck. Go slow. I've never... Mmnn..." His eyes close when you take his whole cock in your mouth and start to slowly bob your head back and forth. "Darling..."

His hands find yours, interlocking fingers, it took a little getting used to holding hands like this but the fact that he's using this as an anchor to steady himself against while you suck his cock makes your head spin.

You think that you're gonna need to wait for your turn while you suck him off but then you fell his tail slide between your folds. You moan around Kurt's cock. "Sorry." He was about to get off but you squeeze his hands harder. He gulps and flicks the tip of his tail, the motion making it glide through your folds again, which gets the same reaction. You watch as his lips curl in a smug smirk. It seems like he figured out another of your fantasies.

"You thought about my tail between your legs. That is very naughty of you." The tip starts a slow, feather-like path up the inside of your thigh. The moment it passes through your folds, gathering your slick over the broad, flat part you can't help but buck your hips against it.

He taps it against your clit and your eyes roll back as you double the pace, your tongue brushing against the tip every time you pull your head back. Kurt hisses through his teeth, flashing his fangs as his tail matches the pace on your clit, alternating the pressure.

"Fuck." The curse vibrates around his cock, the feeling finally sending Kurt over the edge. To your dismay he pulls out before he's done but you're still left with a good load of his cum to swallow. His eyes are locked on your mouth and your tongue that darts out to clean your lips. "Oh yeah. So much better."

Your hips buck up again, seeking more pressure from Kurt's tail. To your surprise he flicks his tail away. "I would like to feel more of you."

You know exactly what he's asking. You nod but not before bringing his hand to your lips to kiss it. "Don't worry about condoms. I'm on the pill. Besides, I'd like to feel you properly for out first time."

Kurt nods quickly, vanishes and teleports between your legs. "I want to feel all of you too my love. And forgive me but, I don't think that I will last once I'm inside you. This will be my first time experiencing such pleasure. Is that alright?"

"More than. Just... I need to feel you inside me, Kurt. Please, I wanted this for so long, you have no idea." You spread your legs, your thighs falling open to show him how wet and ready you are for him, for his cock, ready to become one with him.

"I'll go slow. I don't want to hurt you darling." Kurt positions his cock at your entrance, his tip slowly poking in. Even that makes him shudder. He takes a deep breath and exhales as your run your hands over his sides and his back. His lips press against yours as he starts to push in slowly. You sigh against each other's mouth as he bottoms out. "Fuck. Heaven... you feel like Heaven around me." His hands grab your tits and start fondling them as he pulls back and then inside again at the same slow pace. "Fuck I can't... I'm sorry... I can't..."

"It's ok. Come for me Kurt, give me your cum, I want every last drop of it in my... ah!" Your voice becomes a string of moans as Kurt buries his head between your breasts, his arms wrapping around your body to hold you close as he pulls in and put, slow but bottoming out every time, letting you feel every inch of his pulsing cock. "That's it. Fuck. My... my clit. Please Kurt, I want to come with you, please." He kisses the valley between your breasts as his tail wiggles between your bodies, the tip flicking and pressing over your clit hard every time he bottoms out.

Kurt quickly begins to rut faster into you, his body shaking, his cock dripping cum, smearing it across your walls every time he pulls out. You squeeze tight around him, taking him by surprise. He growls his release as his hips still against yours, emptying jets of cum inside you.

You run your fingers through his hair.

"I'm sorry. You didn't... I'll fix this..." He slowly starts to push himself up, and almost topples over the moment his half-hard cock falls out. He looks in awe as his cum drips from you. "Let me..."

"You don't need to Kurt. I'm more than happy with just this." You squeeze your cunt, trying to keep some of his cum inside. But Kurt doesn't seem content with that. Instead he drags his tail to your opening, gathering his cum on the tip before dragging it back up to your clit, smearing his cum all over your wet cunt. Then just as you think he's gonna get you off like that he takes his cock in his hand, removes the tip of his tail, instead wrapping his tail around your thigh and brings the tip of his cock against your clit.

Kurt smirks as you throw your head back in pleasure. His grip in your thigh is gentle but firm, the tip ghosting across your leg slowly as his cockhead keeps rubbing against your clit, your hips jumping off the bed each time. "I want to see you come. Please my love, give me that pleasure, let me see that beautiful sight."

Your hands fist into the pillow, "Fuck... Kurt..." Your back arches, the tight coil in your body snapping as you finally go over the edge. Of course you'd much rather have your walls squeezing around his cock rather than around nothing, but there will be more than enough time for that. Kurt's hand smooth over your hips, helping you ground yourself from your high, his cock no longer bumping against your clit as he doesn't want to overwhelm you. It's cute how considerate he is. "Fuck... come here Kurt."

You open your arms to embrace him and he absolutely melts into you as he lays besides you, once again careful not to do anything that would overstimulate your.

"Did you enjoy yourself?" His tail coils around your hips as you tuck your head into his neck.

You chuckle, "Couldn't you tell? If not then we might need to go again until you do." You feel his cock jump against your stomach, "You still seem ready to go."

"Seems so. I do not think so though. Not tonight. This was surprisingly draining. I am however, looking forward do building up more stamina for it." Kurt yawns as he pulls the cover over the two of you.

"Oh I don't think you'll have much of an issue there. And I can't wait to hear all about your other fantasies." His cock twitches again, "Already thinking about them again huh?"

"You will turn me into a sinner my love." Kurt smiles as he kisses your forehead. "But for you... maybe I wouldn't mind it. Maybe." He mumbles sleepily against your skin before closing his eyes.

You sigh against him as you begin to drift off to sleep, tucked into the safety of Kurt's embrace, the warmth of his body, the rise and fall of his chest, the sound of his breathing eventually lulling you to sleep as well.

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It’s the smut section of my Rhea Ripley x lady!reader fic! Y’all know how it goes (definitely longer than the others.)

Special thanks to @this-is-my-bisexuality for letting me use their URL name for the title of this section!

Warnings for this section: mention of being high, kink (spanking, praise, dominant/submissive dynamics, 69ing), tickling

Absolute Smokeshow (Part 8/?): This Is My Bisexuality

“Mmm, wait… ah, wait wait wait!” you gently tug at Rhea’s hair. She pulls back from you, a worried look on her face. Sitting on the edge of the bed with your shirt off, you wanted nothing more than Rhea’s hands and mouth on you again, but there was something bothering you.

“You know you don’t owe me anything, right?” you scan her face for a reaction as you keep talking, “I don’t want you to do this just because you’re high or you feel like you have to.”

The worry on Rhea’s face changes to relief and she smiles, moving to hold your hands in hers.

“I don’t know if you’ve noticed,” she looks you in the eyes, “but I don’t do anything I don’t want to. I want this” - she takes in the sight of your bare midriff, cleavage, and finally looks you in the eyes again - “I want you.”

Those last three words send chills up your spine. Pulling your hands away from hers, you undo your bra and toss it aside.

“Then take me,” you reply.

Looking at you hungrily, Rhea shifts to straddle your lap, pushing you all the way down onto the bed. She pulls her shirt off and runs her lips into yours, her hands groping you quickly before her fingers find your nipples. As you moan into her mouth, you feel Rhea smile into the kiss before pulling both her lips and hands away. The momentary lack of contact makes you whine before gasping and moaning as Rhea’s tongue and teeth take turns playing with your nipples, her hands undoing your pants.

“Such loud noises,” she teases, pulling down your pants, “Don’t your neighbors complain?”

Gripping the sheets, you sit up and wriggle the rest of the way out of your pants as Rhea removes hers - eyes never leaving your body.

“Underwear too,” she orders. You do as you’re told, standing before her completely naked. One swift lunge in your direction and Rhea has you lying on the mattress again, pinning you down on your back and holding your legs up with one arm. Her other hand starts grabbing and smacking your ass before pulling down her underwear and grinding against you. Rhea wasn’t kidding when she said she wanted you; she’s very wet and the slick friction feels heavenly.

“Ohmygod, Rhea,” you moan, only to have her pull away and smack your ass hard enough to leave a stinging sensation. You yelp before hearing her growl, “In bed, you call me Mami. Got it?”

“Yes, Mami,” you reply quickly.

“Good girl,” she smirks, releasing your legs and pulling away to completely remove the last of her clothes. Her grin widens as she watches the way you stare at her, your mouth agape. Even if she somehow didn’t have the tattoos, she was a work of art; your eyes didn’t seem to know what to focus on. Noticing her shift her weight from one hip to another, you finally look back up at her face.

“How do you want me?” you’re referring to your position on the bed.

“Desperate, submissive and making more of those lovely noises,” she quips, “and it looks like you have two out of three down.” She laughs when you respond by sticking out your tongue.

“69?” she asks, crawling on top of you after you nod enthusiastically.

Swinging one leg over your head, Rhea gets into position. You open your mouth, sticking out your tongue to greet the soft, pink folds glistening above you as Rhea slowly lowers herself. The second your tongue makes contact, she lets out a low hum of pleasure, then a “good girl” once you start moving your lips and tongue against her at a faster pace.

Getting a good grip on your ass, Rhea brings her mouth down. The feeling of her warm, wet mouth against you makes you moan as your tongue dips inside her. But your rhythm, coordination, and self-control are gone as soon as you feel the groove of her tongue piercing. Squirming and clutching the sheets and bucking your hips, you feel wave after wave of pleasure run through you, building a bit more each time. The abrupt removal of Rhea’s tongue is punctuated by another slap of your ass.

“Keep going with that sweet little mouth of yours if you want to come,” she orders.

As soon as you start actively moving your tongue and lips again, Rhea puts her mouth back on you, making sure you can feel her tongue as well. Keeping your rhythm in the way you were moving your mouth became difficult once you felt the piercing again. However, when Rhea starts to slowly finger you at the same time, it takes all of your energy and concentration not to let your back arch your mouth away and release what would no doubt be extremely loud moans into the open air.

Wanting nothing more than to give in to the pleasure, but needing to stay focused, you’re kept uncomfortably close to coming for what seems like far too long. Suddenly, Rhea’s fingers start moving faster, her tongue shifting more rapidly, until you finally come hard.

“Good girl,” the words drift toward you as Rhea shifts above you, moving to give you a deep kiss and grinning when she tastes herself on your lips, “Time to put that wet little mouth to work again, hm?”

She waits for you to reply, “Yes, Mami,” before changing positions to sit on your face. Her fingers run through your hair as you start expertly moving your tongue and lips against her. The low moan she lets out makes you want to give her more, your rhythm picking up the pace, making her grip your hair and grind against your mouth. The moans escaping Rhea’s lips became louder and longer, music to your ears, as she started grinding faster and more erratically until she let out a “fuck!” coming with a shudder. You flick your tongue a bit more once she starts moving less, taking advantage of her sensitivity and making her twitch with pleasure. She starts grinding against your mouth again as you pick up the pace, making her come much harder this time, an unrestrained moan ringing out from deep within her chest.

Pulling away from you - a strand of your spit and her cum connecting the two of you briefly - Rhea flops down on the bed next to you, guiding your face closer to hers for a deep kiss.

“So I’m guessing you enjoyed yourself?” you smile, taking in the sight of the flushed, satisfied expression on Rhea’s face.

“What do you think?” she replied, her blissful demeanor not preparing you for her fingers tickling your sides, making you giggle and squirm at the sensation.

“I’m going to get us some water,” you say, sitting up, “I don’t know about you but I definitely need it after that.”

Rhea gives your butt a squeeze as you stand up, winking once you turn back to look at her and giving you one last, lust-filled, “Good girl.”

[end part eight of ?]

Part 9: https://www.tumblr.com/specialinterestshows/724059595674402816/absolute-smokeshow-part-9-gone-with-the

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@cherryberryshine , @littlemiss-fanficlover , @elisewithak

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