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[angelofsmalldeaath]

i'm starving, darling, let me put my lips to something — a.h.b.

cw: this is just...smut — semi-public sex, choking... minors dni i am so serious

“here?” i gasp, burning, panting. the rock solid wall digs into my back, exhilaration courses through my veins. 

“here,” he smiles, wicked and delightful in the faint light of the streetlamp. 

it’s a shitty alley for christ’s sake—in fact, i’m sure i saw a rat scurrying past us just a few seconds ago—but right now, in this moment when i feel his fingers trailing up my thigh, everything else simply fades away.

“do you want this?” he breathes, lips attached to my neck, shivering when i touch him. 

i nod instantly. “you? always.”

“no,” he laughs. it’s a low, deep sound that echoes around in my skull, “us, here. anyone can walk in, you know?”

“that’s half the thrill,” i tease, begging him to kiss me again. 

“yeah?” he challenges, teeth grazing my neck, just a smidge of pressure on my pulse point until it’s wild and thunderous and echoing throughout my entire body. 

i slap his chest lightly, “tease!”

and he laughs when i have to stand on the very tips of my toes and hold onto him just so i won’t lose my balance. it doesn’t take him much longer though, just when i’m about to stumble, he grabs my face, keeping me still so he can kiss me properly—the kind that knocks the breath out of my chest when he grazes my bottom lip with his teeth, the kind that has me leaning against him entirely for balance when my knees almost buck under me. 

the kind that makes me moan in his mouth, until he’s pulling my leg up, my thigh pressed against his waist and his hands under my ass. 

“when did you get so dirty, darling?” he teases, digs his fingers into my skin, and i squirm, wishing he’d get rid of all the layers between us. wishing he’d fuck me till all i remember is his name. 

till i suddenly find god in the alley behind the bar.

i grind my hips into his, gasping when i feel him against me, “saw how you looked at me in there. couldn’t stop the thoughts after that…”

“is that right?” he whispers, hands reaching into my hair until his fingers are tangled in the tresses. i hiss when the sting comes, when he tugs on my hair to tilt my face up, and i have no choice but to look right at him, at his almost-black, hungry eyes that look ready to devour me.

he looks ready to devour me, like a man starving. 

“touch me,” i whimper, grab his hand and move it up my thigh until his finger is hooked in the waistband of my underwear. he stills, and looks at me with a grin. 

“beg for it.”

“wha—”

“got a filthy mouth on you, haven’t you?” he whispers right into my ear, nips my earlobe while he’s at it and i moan just from that. “tell me your thoughts. tell me everything you thought about me in there.”

i whimper, thumb the zipper of his jeans until it’s half open. “everything?”

“everything. i won’t do it until you ask for it. until you beg for it.”

“thought about your hands,” i breathe, pull down his zipper the rest of the way and hook my fingers in his belt buckle. “saw your hand around the glass and wondered how it would look around my neck…”

“like this?” he asks, voice almost a growl, and wraps a hand around my neck. it’s warm, i feel every bit of callused skin on me, feel his fingers pressing down on the sides of my neck until the air thins. 

i choke out a yes, trying and failing to focus on his belt-buckle, utterly dizzy from everything—the lack of air, his body against mine. him.

“what else?” he prompts. 

heat coils in my belly when i think of the rest. “t-thought about your fingers too, on me, in me, everywhere.”

if he speaks, the words don’t register. they don’t even fall on my ears. all i feel is his fingers, snaking their way inside my underwear—moving, touching, teasing, anywhere but where i want to feel him. “like this?” he tsks, laughs when i whine in protest. 

“you know it’s not.”

“ooh, feisty.” 

this time when i kiss him, i make sure to bite. he hisses in my mouth, enjoying the sting a little too much, and i take advantage of his distraction. “like that,” i moan in his mouth and grab his hand, pushing a finger inside me and slipping my own finger in right after. i hold his hand in place and look him right in the eyes. 

they look pitch black, blown out wide and so dark, it sends a thrill down my spine. 

he presses on my neck again, more and more and more until i’m close to a blackout and grinding on his hand. my finger slips out of me, he instantly pushes in another to replace it, to stretch me out more. 

“please d-don’t stop,” i beg, moving my hips faster and faster, matching the thrust of his fingers, “i’ll die if you stop.”

my voice is raspy and rough, like i’ve been screaming his name for hours. and maybe i have been; he certain looks like i have been—fucked out and utterly undone. 

“won’t” he promises, and moves his hand faster, thumb circling my clit, “you’ve been so good, darling, so fucking perfect!”

“ohgodohgodohgod,” i chant like a blind devotee, drunk on him, pathetic and desperate. 

“that’s it,” he groans when i clench around his fingers, “that’s it baby, give me all you got. look at me,” he says. no…it’s almost an order, “look at me when you cum.”

instinctually, i open my eyes, look right at him. he loosens his hold around my throat, and just like that the air is flooding into my lungs all at once—too much, too much, overwhelming until i cry out his name and cum all over his hand. 

our pants echo in my ear, barely even audible over the rushing blood. 

“fuck—” he chokes, utterly speechless. i feel no different. 

instead, when he pulls his hand out, i take a hold of it, place it in my mouth. he makes a sound at the back of his throat—a choked moan like he can’t take it anymore. the moan frees itself when i swirl my tongue around his fingers, licking every inch of them, sucking them clean. 

“you’ll be the death of me,” he groans, “fuck darling.”

only when i let go of his fingers do i smile at him—the same wicked smile he’d shown me before, the same devilish grin. 

“your turn now,” i kiss him, make sure he tastes me on my tongue. “tell me what you want. beg for it.”

and in the alley behind the bar, i get on my knees. 

a/n: idk why i feel the need to explain myself but i do — this was so much harder to write dear god, lets all collectively agree to ignore this if this is bad. anyway back to sappy fluff from now on (for a while at least)(unless inspiration strikes idfk)

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[universitypenguin]

Summary: Lloyd delays telling Princess about her stalker’s identity. Vivian has a medical appointment, which leads to an episode of babysitting where Lloyd bonds with a three-year-old. Meanwhile, an unexpected event kicks the serial killer investigation into high gear.

Masterlist

Word Count: 6,866

Warnings: Smut, erotica level explicitness, impact play (Lloyd spanks Princess), and semi-rough sex. Criminal activity including stalking, kidnapping, and murder. Mention of child abandonment and dysfunctional family dynamics.

Chapter 22

From your perch on a barstool, you watched Lloyd stir a pot on the stove. He wore a snug pair of boxer briefs and nothing else. You decided this was your favorite look on him. Lloyd glanced over his shoulder and caught you staring. He smirked.

“See something you like, Princess?”

“Mmmhh. You’re like a real life Calvin Klein model, and you’re cooking me dinner.”

Lloyd snorted. “Their current poster boy is what, twenty-one?”

“I don’t know. Calvin Klein models were more of a middle school fantasy for me.”

“Which models, specifically?” he asked.

“The ones featured during the South African World Cup. The internet was plastered with their photos. You don’t remember?”

“Twelve years ago I was in Afghanistan. They don’t allow underwear commercials.”

“Well, I can’t remember his name, but he was a Danish soccer player, who was like three times my age.”

“You were drooling over thirty-six-year-old men when you were twelve?”

“What? He had really great abs.”

Lloyd shook his head, returning his attention to the pot of soup simmering on the stove.

“They were inescapable, and I had a lot of hormones, okay? All those delicious muscles slathered in baby oil was my sexual awakening.”

“Once you hit thirty, you’ll feel more comfortable thinking about sexual awakenings happening around the age of sixteen, or even better, seventeen.”

You laughed. “That’s not reality.”

He flicked off the burner and winked. “Once you eat something, let’s talk about these soccer player fantasies. I want details.”

“Don’t get your hopes up - I wasn’t old enough to fill in the details. Now, my highschool fantasies? Those are worth talking about.”

Lloyd caught you around the waist and pulled you into his lap when you moved to sit down at the dining room table. You giggled when his hands snuck under the hem of the button down dress shirt you wore, exploring the bare skin he found there.

“No panties?”

“Your dress shirt was all I could find. Someone must have stolen my clothes.”

“What a tragedy,” Lloyd murmured, nuzzling your cheek.

You giggled when his mustache tickled your neck. He kissed along your throat and across your jaw and chin, before finding your lips.

“First we eat, then you tell me everything,” he said.

Eating in Lloyd’s lap was surprisingly comfortable. He didn’t insist on feeding you and didn’t mind when you stole the spoon for yourself. After consuming half of the bowl, you handed it back to him and curled against him while he finished the dish. You sighed, content.

“See, this is even better than my fantasies. You can actually cook-”

“This hardly counts, it’s just soup.”

You ignored him, continuing, “-and you have chest hair. I didn’t know there was such a thing as a chest hair kink, but I definitely have one.”

Lloyd groaned as you traced the whorl pattern of hair on his right pectoral.

“Plus, you’re warm.”

“You’ll be all over me this winter, won’t you?” he said.

“Arm candy, bed warmer, and he’s smart? You really are the whole package, aren’t you?”

You stroked a zigzag pattern through the dark brown hairs of his happy trail just above the waistband of his boxers.

“Princess… you’re playing with fire.”

You smirked at his gravelly voice. “No, I’m not. You already turned off the stove.”

He grunted when you straddled him. The position put your breasts at the same height as his mouth. Lloyd nuzzled their upper swells as you sank your finger into his hair, petting the short strands at the back of his neck.

Lloyd unbuttoned your dress shirt and examined your breasts.

“Still sore?”

“They’re definitely tender.”

He rubbed one and you hissed.

“Yeah, that’s going to sting for a while,” he said.

“It’s not a bad sore, just kind of… raw?”

“Well, I did promise you raw nipples, didn’t I?”

“And a sore ass.”

Lloyd glanced up through his lashes. “I’m glad you brought that up, Princess. It reminds me… I only delivered on half of my promise.”

“Huh?”

“I gave you instructions, and you disobeyed me. That warrants punishment, don’t you think?”

“Lloyd, I’ve never let anyone paddle my ass, and if you think-”

He moved too fast for you to protest, manhandling you so you lay chest down, spread over his thighs. Your breasts pressed against his leg and you moaned at the pressure on your aching nipples. Tension coiled in your belly as excitement heightened your sensitivity, making the raw flesh sting.

“Lloyd!”

“Scoot up. I suggest you cooperate because if I don’t spank you, I’m going to have to come up with another punishment. I have a few ideas…”

The butt plug and lube in his nightstand drawer flashed through your head. You scooted forward.

“Good girl, so obedient. I think you want to be punished, don’t you?”

You whimpered at his velvety voice. “Y-yes…”

Lloyd ran a calloused hand over the back of your thighs. “I’ve been thinking of smacking this pretty ass for a long time, Princess.”

That piqued your interest. “How long?”

“Too long,” he said, caressing your bottom.

“The first day you met me?”

“The second day. That pencil skirt, the one that goes past your knees? It’s blue and tight.”

You suddenly regretted donating that skirt last year during a closet declutter, even if it was a size too small.

“On the day you gave me your first research file, that’s what you wore. I still can’t forget how good your ass looked as you walked away. Last chance to back out, Princess.”

You squirmed, but didn’t object.

Lloyd grunted. “Princess, use your words.”

“I don’t think you have the guts to-”

His palm cracked on your left ass cheek. You gasped, stunned by the blow. He slapped the other side with the same force and you cried out. He pinched the fleshy part of your inner thighs between his thumb and forefinger, hard, eliciting a yelp.

“Don’t hold your breath. If you do, you’ll pass out,” Lloyd said.

Then his palm cracked against your skin. The sides alternated: left cheek, right, left, left, right…

“Lloyd!”

You surged up, only to have his forearm shoved into the small of your back, pinning you down.

“Arch your back, Princess. Keep your ass in the air, practice makes perfect.”

“Ow, Lloyd! That hurts!”

“It’s supposed to. You can’t follow instructions, then you pay the price, my naughty… little… fucktoy,” he hissed, punctuating the last three words with a smack.

Your back arched.

“Please! Fucking hell, Lloyd! Damn it, oh!”

You struggled to get enough leverage to escape, but he was too strong.

“Next time you’ll arch your back just like this, won’t you? You’ll be a good girl and keep your chest down and your ass up, huh?”

“Gaaahhh!” you screamed when he peppered a series of blows on a spot that was already aching.

“Fuck, fuck, fuck…! Lloyd, please!”

He wasn’t holding back and despite the pain, his spanking was having the strangest effect on your body. It was turning you on. Your protests were born from shock and confusion, because you hadn’t expected this to hurt so much. The pain was the shocking part; the confusing part was that you hadn’t dreamed it would feel so good.

Yet, your toes were curling and your legs stiffened with each stinging swat. Every strike aroused you further. The harsher the sting of his hand, the sweeter the pleasure in your pussy. It was like the sting traveled through you, racing through nerves and transferring the heat of burning slaps on your skin to the inferno deep in your core. Your pussy was throbbing with a fire that was more intense than pain. Then his next blow triggered a cry that had nothing to do with discomfort.

Your thighs flexed and your toes curled as your shriek tapered off into a needy, hungry sound.

“Oh, fuck… Lloyd…”

You whimpered and rocked against his thigh, groaning at the overwhelming rush of pleasure, mingled with pain.

Lloyd cooed. “That’s my girl. Your pussy’s dripping down my leg.”

Your nipples tingled, still raw from their earlier treatment. You were panting and shivering, sweat trickling down your neck. He switched hands, and you squealed at the next barrage of unrelenting slaps. The line between what was pleasure and what was pain ceased to exist. You were acutely aware of the pulsating heat in your nipples and the hardness of Lloyd’s cock pressing against your belly.

The feelings his spanking elicited now were sharp and hot, causing your moans to drop into a lower register as you rocked back to meet each blow. Slowly, he eased into a gentler pace, delivering milder smacks.

Your chest was heaving as darkness danced on the edge of your vision.

“Breathe, Princess.”

You gasped.

“That’s it, good girl.”

His fingers brushed your sex, and you wailed, shuddering at the intensity of the sensation. Your back arched when he stroked your abused skin. The gentle caress made you keen.

Lloyd hauled you upright, turning you so your back pressed against his chest. Without his support you’d have slid to the floor. Your body buzzed with an urgent need and you mewled as he gently palmed your breasts.

You moaned, caught in the grip of a sensation somewhere between pain and immense pleasure.

“There, there, Princess. You’re okay. Next time, what are you going to do? Hmm?”

“Keep… my ass… up,” you sniffed, fighting back tears.

He rubbed the backs of his knuckles against the side of your breasts. “You’ll keep your ass up, and?”

“Chest down,” you whispered.

“That’s a good girl. We’ll try again when your nipples aren’t sore and you can show me what an obedient little fucktoy you are.”

You whined, thighs clenching. Tears were falling and your ass stung but you were so turned on that the pleasure was acutely uncomfortable. Lloyd’s hands drifted from your breasts to roam your body, tracing your waist, belly, and hips. He skimmed your thighs, tugging them apart until you spread them wide, giving him unrestricted access. His fingers dipped into your sex.

“Aw, fucking hell. That pussy’s drenched for me. I knew you’d like your spanking, naughty girls always do.”

He pinched your tender nipple, and you keened, tipping into a state of delirium. Your head fell back against his shoulder as your body went lax. Lloyd murmured something approving, but the words were lost in the buzz of euphoria that echoed in your ears. You couldn’t stop trembling.

Lloyd’s fingers breached your cunt, probing your g-spot.

“Yeah, gush all over my fingers. That’s my Princess, so fucking responsive. You’re spent, but this creamy little pussy just can’t get enough, can it? She’s throbbing. I bet it aches worse than your ass.”

He used his free hand to tease your clit, and you bucked, sobbing from the intense pleasure. You grasped his wrist to ease the friction and Lloyd snarled.

“Cut that out, or I’ll put you over my knee again.”

He spread your pussy open and stroked your entrance, collecting juices and swirling them over your clit.

“Come on my fingers, Princess.”

After issuing the command, he worked your clit hard. Within seconds you jackknifed from a lightning flash of pleasure that almost made you surge out of his arms. Lloyd nipped at your neck and the unexpected sensation made you shudder. His teeth sank into your skin as your body rolled with waves of ecstasy.

When you came down from the high, you felt the hardness under your thigh and squirmed. Lloyd allowed you to slide off his lap but caught your hips to steady you when your knees wobbled. After taking a second to get your bearings, you turned to face Lloyd, then sank to your knees between his legs.

Surprise flickered in his eyes but he lifted his hips, cooperating as you pulled down his boxers. The thick, ruddy cock sprang free, and you grasped it by the base, then licked at its weeping head. Lloyd groaned, shoving himself past your lips in a silent demand. You accepted him eagerly, wiggling your tongue against the underside of his cock.

“Yeah, just like that…”

He guided your head, showing you the tempo he preferred, then let go once you’d adopted the pace.

“Harder,” he murmured, voice rough with arousal.

You hollowed your cheeks and gripped him tighter. He hadn’t tried to push into your throat, which only made you more excited to perform the act. Relaxing your jaw, you inhaled through your nose and took him as deep as you could.

Lloyd gasped. His cock twitched in your throat, and you swallowed reflexively, moaning. When you couldn’t hold the position anymore, you pulled back, gagging. After another deep breath, you braced your hands on his thighs and repeated the maneuver. He was restrained, and that emboldened you to swallow harder, pushing yourself out of your comfort zone. You kept your hands on his thighs out of caution, aware that his good behavior might end at any moment.

The self-protection didn’t prove necessary. Going down on Lloyd was fun. He wasn’t pushy, and he was vocal about his pleasure. The slurred praise he offered when you took him deep made you quiver with excitement. When your jaw needed a break, you ran your tongue over his balls, laving the swollen sac and basking in the rough, male noises that rewarded your efforts.

You chipped in surprise when Lloyd hauled you to your feet. He jerked you onto his lap, cupping your ass while he aligned your bodies. His thick erection grazed your clit. The sensation was so intense that you jerked away. Lloyd growled, hauling you back down.

“Come on, relax for me, Princess. I know you’re desperate to be filled.”

He was right. Sucking him off had triggered a fresh wave of arousal that had fire licking at your core. Lloyd captured one of your battered nipples in his mouth and sucked, purring when you trembled in response. He released it and caressed your hips, then stroked his palms over the tender skin of your buttocks.

“Ready, sweetheart?”

You pressed your forehead against his and whimpered as his cock probed the entrance to your pussy. “Yes… Please, fuck me.”

He thrust up hard, impaling you with a single stroke. You screamed and dug your nails into his shoulders.

“Ah, fuck! Lloyd!”

“Shh… relax. Let me in. I know, I know. This is a new angle for you, isn’t it?”

He felt huge like this. The girth was too intense and you scrambled to adjust, hooking your ankles over his knees and raising your hips. Lloyd kneaded your ass, causing a rush of pleasure and pain that flooded your pussy with juices and allowed you to sink down a little further.

You groaned, thighs quivering as you struggled to hold yourself up. You were afraid your legs would give out, and you’d be impaled again. Lloyd claimed your mouth and kissed you. HIs mouth was slow and sensual and coaxed you into relaxing. You rolled your hips and whimpered when he slid deep, brushing a spot that made you quiver. He grasped your hips and pushed them back, then drew them forward.

You gasped at the sensation.

Lloyd paused. “Too deep?”

“N-n-no… Oh, fuck…”

You squirmed and tried to mimic the maneuver. Lloyd moaned.

“Atta girl, baby. Get yourself off on my cock.”

Your hips snapped harder at his encouragement. When he sucked delicately on one of your nipples, you keened. You lost your rhythm, but it didn’t matter because Lloyd took control. He used your body’s weight to guide your hips in quick tempo, rooting himself as deep as possible with every stroke. Your legs shook violently and when the orgasm hit, you screamed, unraveling into sobs of overwhelmed pleasure.

Lloyd took advantage of the deep angle. The ripples of your channel seemed to aim his cock right at the sweet spot that made you quiver and turned your muscles to Jell-O. His thrusts became rougher and harder, and your pussy creamed. You cried, disoriented, helpless against the unrestrained response of your body. All you could do was hang on and shudder as your eyes rolled back in your head and Lloyd’s hands guided your hips through the last of the orgasm.

He hissed your name and his seed flooded your womb, triggering another orgasm that wracked your exhausted muscles. After the final burst of ecstasy, your head fell into the crook of Lloyd’s neck and he wrapped his arms around your waist, holding you tight.

- - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - -

Lloyd broke from his usual routine and silenced his alarm at 4 a.m.

He nestled against you, grateful that you were sleeping deeply, and therefore accepting of his intrusion into your side of the bed. When you were half-awake and still trying to cling to sleep you were very territorial about your personal space. He relished the victory of getting to hold you like this and pressed his forehead against the back of your neck. You slept soundly in these early hours, which sometimes allowed him to indulge in the affection he craved without disturbing you. Although he’d only intended to cuddle, he succumbed to sleep within minutes.

The buzzing of his phone woke him. Scowling at the time - it was just after six - he answered the unknown number.

“What do you want?”

“Hello, Lloyd.”

Lloyd’s nostrils flared. “Why are you calling me?”

“Is that how you greet an old friend?”

“We aren’t friends.”

“Fair point. Wait, don’t hang up. I have a new lead,” Court Gentry said.

Lloyd hesitated, his finger over the end call button.

“Go on.”

“The spy is trying to access files from B&H’s patent department. If they do, it’ll pose a threat to national security - a significant threat.”

“Then call Clayton Bishop, or the FBI - anyone but me,” Lloyd replied.

“Trust me, if I could, I would. You’re the only person I’m sure isn’t involved. The latest efforts to access the files prove this guy has hacking skills. He’s trying to exploit weaknesses in your cyber security and someone’s helping him. I know something is going down this week. I need your help.”

“No. I’m not a spy. Don’t call me again.”

Lloyd tossed the phone on the nightstand and sighed. The Chinese spy wasn’t his problem. It wasn’t even Court’s problem, but Gentry wasn’t the type to keep his nose out of other people’s business.

You murmured and rustled in the blankets, stealing the covers he’d loosened his grip on. Lloyd watched as you coiled yourself into a cocoon of blankets and wondered how you didn’t smother yourself by sleeping like that. His phone buzzed again. The sound made your lashes flutter and Lloyd rubbed your back. He was inordinately pleased when you settled immediately, your breathing evening out again.

Lloyd silenced the phone and checked his text messages.

There were three new messages, all from Jake. One had just arrived. The other two had come in around 5 a.m.

Hey. I need to upgrade the security on your guys laptops - work and personal. The stalker’s been trying to hack them. It’s mainly Princess’ work computer, but I want to cover all the bases just in case.

What time can I come over?

Lloyd? R u awake?

He responded, letting Jake know he could come over after eight, then went downstairs to make coffee.

Between the call from Court and Jake’s texts, the morning had gone sour. His anxiety was flaring back up and he was halfway through his first cup of coffee when it occurred to him that caffeine probably wasn’t the greatest idea right now. He poured the rest of his coffee down the sink and rubbed his jaw, wondering what problem to tackle first. There was the matter of telling you about Nguyen, reviewing your notes from the interview with Aliyah, catching up with Jake about the attacks on your laptops, and… Lloyd frowned.

The conversation with Court was still echoing in his head. Could the cyber attacks on your work computer have something to do with Nguyen? Did that fit the stalker’s profile? Aiden might be behind the latest attack. That would make sense… kind of.

Lloyd leaned against the counter, scowling, and wishing he hadn’t thrown the last of his coffee down the drain. Maybe Nguyen was the serial killer. Bishop still believed he was, and while Lloyd wasn’t keen on his boss’ blind faith in that theory, he suddenly wanted to take another look at Nguyen. His gut said that he’d missed something - something critical.

“Do I smell coffee?”

He turned to see you standing at the foot of the stairs, wearing his robe.

“Yeah, creamer’s in the fridge.”

Lloyd waited while you doctored your coffee and took a few sips. He’d figured out what he needed to say, but instead, he grabbed the files Landon had given him yesterday.

“Princess. We need to talk about your stalker.”

- - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - -

You sat at the dining table, reading the files. Each one was labeled with a name: Georgina Rochester, Aiden LeDoux, Shun Nguyen, and finally, Juan Medina.

Picking up Juan’s file, you frowned.

“What’s this?”

Lloyd cleared his throat. “We investigated all potential suspects we could think of.”

“Really? Investigating Juan would’ve involved talking to me. That never happened.”

“Given the circumstances, I can’t expect you to be impartial.”

Your gaze sharpened. “I’ve known Juan for a decade.”

“Princess, you’re too close to him to see him as a threat, and you know it.”

“And maybe you’re too far removed to see that he’s harmless. Everything in here is technically true - Juan got into bar fights and took anger management classes - but there’s more to the story.”

“Then explain it.”

“Juan’s little brother just turned twenty-one. He’s always had a bad temper and alcohol exacerbates it. Juan’s tried to keep him out of trouble but-”

“There’s no arrest record for the brother,” Lloyd interrupted.

“Not yet, but it’s only a matter of time. Juan is the complete opposite of his brother and he’d never do anything to harm his family.”

“He’s been charged with multiple misdemeanors.”

“Two nights in jail hardly makes him a hardened criminal.”

“Princess, you’re one of the most loyal people I know. You’d defend someone you love even if they were guilty.”

“Maybe I would, but the idea that Juan would hurt me is ridiculous. He’s not angry or dangerous.”

“We can’t afford to dismiss any leads,” Lloyd said.

“But this lead isn’t significant. You should’ve discussed this with me.”

“I didn’t want to put you in a position where you had to defend him.”

“The impression you get of Juan from this file is totally wrong and knowing the backstory changes everything. Letting me explain would’ve saved time and resources.”

“No, it wouldn’t have. We’re running down every lead in this case - especially after what happened two weeks ago. I’m not risking your safety on a blind spot.”

“You’re not listening to me. I know Juan and I trust him. I’m absolutely sure he isn’t the stalker.”

“I don’t even trust myself to be objective right now, Princess. Neither of us should try to unravel the stalker’s identity. If Juan made the suspect list, he’s on it until Landon decides he isn’t.”

“Then I need to talk to Landon because investigating Juan is a waste of time.”

“I’m sorry this makes you uncomfortable, but we should turn over every stone.”

“You’re being unreasonable on purpose, aren’t you?”

Lloyd’s expression softened. “I’m sorry I waited to tell you about this, but please, leave the investigating to Landon. He’ll figure it out. If Juan is as squeaky clean as you think, it won’t take long.”

You sighed, rubbing your neck. “You’re right. I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to fly off the handle. I’m just…”

Suddenly, you were on the verge of tears. Your voice cracked when you tried to speak and you buried your face in your hands.

“Hey, it’s okay.”

Lloyd stood up and moved around the table. His arms wrapped around you as he let you bury your head in his chest.

“I’m here, Princess. Everything’s going to be okay. We’ll get through this and things will go back to normal. You’re safe.”

“How can I be safe if Nguyen is in the country?”

Lloyd squeezed you. “I won’t let you out of my sight. Also, Jake’s coming over to update the security systems on the house and our computers. We’re taking every precaution and then some, okay?”

You pulled back and looked up at him, lips compressing in a grimace.

“I’ve been meaning to ask you about something… Vivian has an appointment with her obstetrician. She asked me if I could watch the kids this afternoon.”

“That’s not a good idea,” Lloyd said.

“I agree, but she needs my help. If you came with me, you could search for evidence on Juan. Think of how much time that would save Landon. Can we take evasive measures and sneak over, or is it totally out of the question?”

He hesitated. “It might not be safe.”

“The last thing I want to do is put Vivian’s family at risk, but if there’s a way to make it happen…”

“Have you discussed this with Vivian?” Lloyd asked.

“I can talk to her.”

“Explain the situation and if she’s okay with it, I’ll figure something out. Just don’t say anything about Juan, please.”

You kissed his cheek. “Thank you.”

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Lloyd sat at Juan Medina’s desk in the upstairs master bedroom, preoccupied with Juan’s laptop. He kept an ear out for sounds that would warn him of an approaching toddler or the jangle of tags from the family dog, Chewy. The tan and white Cavalier King Charles spaniel had taken an instant dislike to Lloyd at first sniff, which he considered to be very insightful on the canine’s part.

The house was fairly quiet. The only sounds from downstairs were of you cleaning. He could hear the rumble of the washing machine, along with the frequent buzz of the dryer and the dishwasher. Your efficiency was unrivaled. He’d listened to the sound of you tackling a mountain of household chores while keeping the smaller toddler - the boy, Sam - occupied. Meanwhile, the three-year-old, Alyssa, had escaped to the backyard. From the window over the desk, he could see her playing in the yard.

His thorough search of Juan Medina’s laptop had yielded nothing of value. The man’s internet search history was full of hockey, nerdy online card games, and researching which fantasy novels he wanted to buy next. Judging by the bookcase, your brother-in-law’s primary hobby was reading. His offline commitments included a weekly Dungeons & Dragons meetup at the library, helping his mother with yard work, and taking the kids on monthly field trips with a local father’s group. Juan was probably pretty normal by regular standards, but to Lloyd he was the most boring person on earth. He was also envious of the man and that drove him nuts because he couldn’t pin down a reason why he felt that way.

Lloyd brushed off the feeling and closed Juan’s laptop.

Downstairs, the transformation in the family room startled him. The clutter of kid’s toys, piles of books, jackets, blankets, and empty drinking glasses had vanished. He barely recognized the room. In the kitchen, the countertops gleamed. You’d swept and mopped the floor and conquered the overflowing pile of dishes. The family room, the kitchen, the living room, it was all spotless. Even the sliding glass doors that had been covered in Chewy’s nose prints was now clean.

He noticed the basket of folded laundry by the couch and shook his head. How had you managed all this in just a few hours?

Lloyd walked out onto the deck where Sam was playing with a toy tractor. The little boy was so absorbed in his own world that he didn’t spare the man a glance when he walked by. Lloyd headed down the steps to the yard and headed to where you were crouched in the middle of the yard, looking frustrated.

“What are you doing?” Lloyd asked.

“I’m trying to fix this sprinkler head. Juan left Vivian a note to have Dad take a look, so I read a how-to article, which made it seem easy enough. I think I was lied to.”

Lloyd squatted down. “What step are you on?”

“Taking off the sprinkler head. I’m afraid if I use any more force it’ll break.”

“Do you have a screwdriver with a longer handle? You need more torque.”

You gestured to the tool box beside you. “Take your pick.”

He found the right tool and loosened the troublesome screw. Once it was free, you took over.

“It’s okay, I’ve got it.”

After knowing you for three years, he recognized the look on your face and easily handed over the sprinkler head. It was better to just get out of the way when you were on a mission. Besides, he wasn’t about to get grass stains on his freshly dry cleaned Tom Ford chinos if it wasn’t necessary. He scanned the yard, taking in Sam playing on the deck and then turning to the rock pile where Alyssa seemed to be digging a hole to China.

“What’s your niece doing?” Lloyd asked.

“Digging up rocks. Don’t ask me why, because there’s a perfectly good sandbox on top of the hill. She’s always in that rock pile.”

He left you to the sprinkler repairs and headed toward the rock pile. When he saw who was approaching, Chewy, the cocker spaniel, positioned himself between Alyssa and Lloyd. He gave the suspicious dog plenty of space and crouched down on the other side of the rock pile, leaving a large space between them to appease the dog.

“Hey, Alyssa.”

The three-year-old glanced at him, then stabbed her yellow plastic shovel into the dirt. There was a pile of stones next to her right foot. Lloyd watched as she sorted them, examining each before keeping it or tossing it back into the pit. He spotted one he recognized in front of him and picked it up.

“Do you know what this is?” he asked Alyssa.

She stopped digging and examined the rock he held out for a moment before shaking her head.

“See how smooth it is?” Lloyd scraped his thumb over the surface. “When you can scratch a rock with just your fingernail, that means it’s soft. The color and shape are also big clues.”

The little girl looked at him expectantly.

“It’s slate,” Lloyd said.

She held her hand out, and Lloyd dropped it into her palm. He watched as she searched her red bucket and then handed him two more rocks. Lloyd examined them.

“Yeah, these are slate, too.”

Alyssa dug into the bucket again. She paused, as if something had just occurred to her, and extended her hand and wiggled her fingers at him. He passed back the two pieces of slate she’d given him, and the one he’d picked up. She placed them carefully into the red bucket before offering him another rock.

Lloyd studied the specimen, hiding his grin. When he realized what she’d handed him he raised an eyebrow.

“This is agate. Sometimes people make jewelry out of these.”

Alyssa continued to pass him different rocks, though she only allowed him to handle one at a time. She was like a strict librarian who only allowed single book check outs and enforced the return policy with the zeal of a Mutaween. He identified limestone, quartzite, agates, and several pieces of granite for her.

“Which ones are your favorite?” Lloyd asked.

She reached under a dense fern and pulled out an old Folgers coffee container. It surprised him when she took off the lid and handed it over. Lloyd inspected the contents. There was a chip of Mica, easily identifiable by its flakey structure and pearlescent shine. Several of the greenish rocks looked like Sandstone, though one of them had the striations characteristic of Gneiss. Looking at the collection, he realized that Alyssa’s criteria for special rocks focused on color and shininess. At the bottom there was a gray rock with a dusting that looked like blue powder.

He rubbed it with his thumb and inspected it in the light. Chrysocolla or Amazonite?

“This is an impressive collection,” he said.

Alyssa reached under the fern and dug around, searching for something and brushed it off before passing it to him. At first he thought it was just a piece of limestone, but when he flipped it over, there was a clear impression on the other side.

“Wow. This is a cool fossil.”

It looked like a prehistoric crustacean, with lots of ridges and segments in the stone that showed the shape and structure of the animal’s body.

“Is this why you’re digging over here?” Lloyd asked.

The plastic yellow shovel she was using made sense, considering the fossil. He handed it back and watched as she packed the rocks into the Folgers container.

“Why don’t you pick a few rocks to take inside? You could display them on your windowsill or something,” Lloyd said.

Her lips pursed as she considered him, then glanced over her shoulder at you. Lloyd followed her gaze to where you were filling in the hole around the sprinkler head.

“Hey, Princess. Have you seen the fossil Alyssa found?”

At his announcement, Alyssa hissed, shoving the red plastic container underneath the fern. She glared furiously at Lloyd and grabbed the spaniel’s collar. He watched as she stalked across the yard to the deck, dragging Chewy along with her. Lloyd realized he’d committed a betrayal of great magnitude but wasn’t sure how.

When you’d finished with the sprinkler system, he asked.

“Why is Alyssa so protective of her rocks?”

“What rocks?”

“She collects rocks. She’s got a good eye for it too, but I guess she doesn’t like sharing them.”

“Oh, you mean the rocks she smuggles into her bedroom? We try to keep them in the yard because she stashes them in her bookcase and it gets all muddy. Vivian tosses them back in the rock pile when she finds them.”

“That must be frustrating,” Lloyd said.

“Yeah, Vivian can hardly keep up with it.”

“No, I mean that she’s finding interesting stuff. You should have them tumbled. One of her rocks is probably Amazonite or Chrysocolla and she has a really cool fossil, too.”

You stared at him like he’d grown a second head. “Seriously?”

“Yeah. She knows what she’s looking for. I think it’s the colors in the rocks that attracts her attention. Blues and reds seem to be her favorite. Does she have any books on rocks?”

“No, she can’t read yet.”

“They have picture books,” Lloyd said.

“Huh. That’d be a great Christmas gift. Do you think I should re-seed the lawn?”

“What?”

“It might be too early, and I don’t know if Juan is planning on aerating,” you mused.

“You already did the dishes, the laundry, cleaned the house, and fixed the sprinklers.”

“Oh, crap! I forgot about the dryer. Sam! Come inside, it’s getting late!”

Sam launched a valiant protest when you tried to herd him inside. You tended to the toddler’s outburst while Lloyd went to find Alyssa. She was upstairs in her room. Chewy was curled into a ball on her bed and when he saw Lloyd, the fluffy spaniel growled. Lloyd stopped short, respecting the warning, and leaned against the doorjamb.

“If you pick out some rocks from your bookcase, I’ll help you polish them,” Lloyd offered.

Thirty minutes later you walked into the kitchen to find Alyssa standing on a stool next to Lloyd at the sink. A paper towel full of wet rocks sat next to a pile of used sandpaper.

“What are you two up to?” you asked.

“We’re polishing Alyssa’s rocks. Look at this one, it’s a carnelian.”

You examined the bright red stone and smiled at your niece.

“That’s beautiful.”

She looked down, shrugging, but smiled. Lloyd picked up another one.

“This is a blue lace agate.”

After he showed it to you, he handed it back to Alyssa, who snuck it into her pocket instead of laying it on the paper towel.

“Did you find these in the backyard?” you asked her.

She didn’t respond, so Lloyd answered for her.

“I think she might have, but I’m not sure. There’s enough variety here that I think she collected some of them from other places.”

“You should put them on display in your room. Your Mom will be home soon and she’d like to see them - especially now that they’re clean.”

Alyssa beamed. “Mine.”

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The quiet hum of the Mercedes’ engine filled the car as you drove west towards the cabin. Lloyd glanced over and you sensed his scrutiny.

“You’ve been awfully quiet,” you said, breaking the silence. “Is something on your mind?”

He turned his attention back to the road, flexing his fingers on the steering wheel.

“Tonight, at your sister’s place…”

“You really hit it off with Alyssa. I was impressed.”

“She’s a sweet kid, but I was actually wondering about all the housework. You did everything from the laundry to fixing the sprinklers. If your sister had hired a whole cleaning crew, they wouldn’t have done as much as you did.”

You sighed. “Vivian is juggling a lot right now. I was just lending a hand.”

“It’s not just tonight, though. You’ve always helped her out, even before, when you were in college. I’ve never seen her do the same for you, especially not to this extent.”

“She’s my sister, and she needed help. Besides, you never complain when I do things for you.”

“I pay you to help me,” Lloyd pointed out. “She didn’t even say thank you.”

You chuckled. “That’s just what having a sister is like.”

“Well, from my perspective, it seems like she’s taking advantage of you.”

“Lloyd, I can’t explain this to you.”

“What’s to explain?” he growled.

“I’m the oldest, it’s different. You wouldn’t understand, you’re an only child.”

Silence fell and again, the gentle hum of the engine filled the car.

“Actually, I’m not.”

“What?” you stared at him.

“I have two younger sisters.”

“You never mentioned… Lloyd, I didn’t realize… the articles about you never said...”

“I haven’t seen them in thirty years.”

“Why?”

His grip on the steering wheel tightened. You watched his shoulders rise and fall on a deep breath.

“My mother left when I was eleven. She took my sisters, but left me.”

“She abandoned you…? And left you with your father?”

“Yeah.”

“Lloyd, I’m sorry. I didn’t know.”

He shrugged. “It was a long time ago.”

“Did you ever reach out to them?”

“No.”

You frowned. “Why not?”

“I wasn’t even sure they were alive until recently. I doubt they’d want to hear from me. They’ve built lives of their own. What would contacting them do except stir up bad memories? If they can forget… that would be better.”

Better for who? You held back the question, unsure if he was ready to answer it.

Lloyd sighed. “I don’t know if they’d want to see me and talking about them isn’t easy. That’s why I’ve never mentioned them before.”

His face was stony but there was a quiet ache in his voice that hinted at the hurt hidden behind the composed mask.

“I’m sorry.”

“For what?”

“For assuming. For not asking you about your family.”

He shrugged. “Who could blame you? Sharing isn’t exactly in my nature.”

You turned away, gazing out the window. You tried to imagine having your siblings ripped away but couldn’t manage it. What was wrong with Lloyd’s mother? How could she have done such a terrible thing? There were reasons, of course - desperation, fear, psychosis. None of those answers softened the anger you felt toward the faceless woman who’d snatched Lloyd’s siblings. Why would she leave him behind, sentencing him to live with the man she’d chosen to flee?

“You’re wondering why she took them and left me, aren’t you?” Lloyd asked.

“I can’t imagine what kind of a mother would do something like that. It’s awful.”

“She was crazy. That’s a solid reason, but if you ask me, it’s because I looked like him.”

You were confused. “Him?”

“My father.”

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The cabin’s porch light glowed in a cozy welcome as Lloyd turned into the driveway. You pretended to look out the window to hide the tears in your eyes.

Lloyd’s childhood couldn’t have been easy. You’d known that already, but what he’d revealed tonight was crueler than your imaginings. He parked and shut off the engine, silencing the quiet hum.

The shrill scream of his phone pierced the quiet, making you jump. He frowned at the caller I.D.

“It’s Roth.”

You watched as he answered and lines of concern creased his face. The words on the other end of the line were muffled but the furrow between Lloyd’s brows suggested the news wasn’t good. He listened for a long time before he spoke.

“Alright. We’ll be there as soon as possible.”

“What’s going on?”

“There’s been a disappearance. Another woman was abducted in Harmony.”

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Sugar Mommies Season 2, Pt:5

Welcome cuties to the fifth instalment of Sugar Mommies. I hope it was worth the wait! <3 I - just like Carol - am frantically trying to find a way to bring Natasha and Wanda home. Please bare with and if the certain nonnie who is pestering me about it, could kindly stop, that would be ace.

Enjoy lovies!

Xoxo

Livvy

Polite Reminder That All My Work - Especially For Sugar Mommies - Is 18+! Minors Do Not Interact

You can’t stop yourself from checking your cell after roughly one minute and twenty five seconds.

Taking it back from your pocket between two fingers as if it was covered in something disgusting. 

You swipe away the unwanted messages as you excitedly look at the current unread message from your Wanda.

Your safe space. 

One of your safe people. 

Your woman in shining armour. 

Wands (17:43): Natty and Carol are talking about work, boring or what? :(

The smile forming on your face looks goofy but you do not care. 

At all.

Y/N (17:43): I knowww! 

You glance over at Carol, where she’s still talking on the phone to Natasha; power radiating off her. 

Y/N (17:43): They took over before I could get a chance to talk to you, Wands :( 

You watch the three dots dance as Wanda types her reply. 

Wands (17:44): I know, how mean of them! I’d call you now but I need to be on standby in case I’m needed for boring work related duties. I miss you kitten <3 

Y/N (17:44): That sucks. At least we’re talking now, kinda. I miss you more :(

Wands (17:45): You better not be sad, my love! I can’t cheer you up from here!

Wands (17:45): Oh wait, yes I can! Watch this!💕

It takes Wanda a full minute - and yes, you timed her - to send a cute gif of two cats cuddling. 

Wands (17:46): Tada! How cute is that?? 🥺

Y/N (17:46): Did you just learn how to do that…? I’m shocked you even know what a gif is!😂

Wands (17:46): No…what? I’m not that old, kitten!

You bite your bottom lip in an attempt to stifle your laugh.

Y/N (17:47): Sure you’re not…grandma.

Wands (17:47): Excuse me? Grandma? Have you forgotten your place since we’ve been away, kitten? 

Y/N (17:48): Nope. I just felt like trying a new nickname, not a fan?

Wands (17:49): Would a grandma be able to do this?

Two minutes later and Wanda eventually sends her chosen gif over to you and you can’t help but bark out in laughter; hastily covering your mouth.

It’s a gif of hand wrapping around someone’s neck. 

Wands (17:50): Something I am itching to do to you. 

Wands (17:50): Or this.

Another gif comes through and this time it’s of an ass being smacked. 

When the next one shows up on your phone, you purse your lips and stare straight ahead; refusing to let yourself blush too much. 

It’s a gif of a woman being collared. 

Wands (17:52): I can keep them coming, Y/N. Trust me.

You cast a sidelong glance at an old lady next to you; just in case she happens to be peering over your shoulder.

But she isn’t even bothered by you. 

No, she’s far too engrossed in her novel.

“50 Shades -” You snort and cover your face with your hands.

You could not make this stuff up. 

Another gif comes through and you end up calling Wanda without fully thinking. 

She picks up on the second ring. 

“What a pleasant surprise.” She says. “Even if I did tell you I can’t call, baby girl. Are we struggling to understand basic information?” 

“I - I, I don’t know why I called…” You stammer. 

“Don’t go shy on me now, kitten. Tell mommy why you called her. Go on.” Wanda replies, “quickly now.”

“Erm,” You clear your throat. “I called you to ask you to stop sending the gifs…”

“And why is that, baby?” Wanda asks, highly amused. “Are you getting all flustered?” 

“So what if I am?”

“You’re getting defensive too.” Wanda replies. “Aw sweet little baby; is mommy making you all flustered?”

“I - no. Shut up.”

“Did you just tell me to shut up?”

Wanda’s tone changes and you immediately know your mistake. 

It’s like you can pinpoint exactly when all the blood drains from your face.

“I -” 

“ - because I know for a fact, good girls don’t tell their doms to shut up.”

“But - ”

“And you’re my good girl, aren’t you, kitten?” 

You’re silent for a good ten seconds. 

Words and your brain are just utterly failing you.

Wanda loves it. 

She waits patiently for you to catch up. 

“I - w…well. Yeah.” You manage to squeak out. 

“I’ve not had the chance to play Dom since leaving you, kitten.” Wanda sighs. “Now I’ve got you one on one, I can. I’ve missed it. Almost as much as I’ve missed you, little one.” 

You nervously glance at Carol, who just happens to glance at you at the same time. She offers you a wink. 

You mentally curse your cheeks for blushing crimson. 

Carol will for sure know something is up. 

“Where did you go, my gorgeous girl? Come back to mommy.”

“I’m here.” You mutter, “I’m here.” 

“Are you okay?” Wanda asks. 

“Yes…”

“Hi, baby.” Carol smiles, appearing out of thin air. 

She places your drinks on the table.

“Oooh,” You hear Wanda say on the phone. “That’s why you’re distracted. Captain is with you again, isn’t she?” 

“Maybe.” You reply, thanking Carol when she slides your drink over to you.

“Is that Wanda?” She asks. 

You nod, blowing on your coffee.

Carol takes your phone from you and holds it to her ear.

“Shouldn’t you be working, kitten?” 

“...hi Carol…” 

“Hi, bunny.” Carol replies, “shouldn’t you be working?” 

“I am working…” 

“No, little liar. You’re talking to our baby girl.” 

Wanda sighs. 

“Go and do some work, cheeky thing.” Carol says. “We will talk to you later, okay?” 

“But I miss Y/N.”

“Don’t you miss me?” 

“Not as much as I miss my detka.” 

“Go and do some work, brat. We will speak to you later”

Carol ends the call and wordlessly hands you back your phone, rolling her eyes for good measure. 

“Brats.” She smirks. “Constant pests in my life.” 

You smile back, nudging her with your foot. 

“Yes, Y/N? Something to add?” Carol asks. Her eyes are bright, playful.

“...just that I’m glad I’m not one.” 

“Oh?” Carol sniggers, cocking her head to the side. “Is that so, kitten?”

“Mhmm,” You reply, biting into your chosen treat. Its filling oozes out of the pastry and spills onto your fingers. 

The crumbly exterior tumbles onto the chipped white plate.

You expect Carol’s attention to switch to that. 

To watch the chocolatey goo dribble down your fingers. 

But she doesn’t.

No. 

Her eyes are trained fully on you. 

Completely invested in what you have to say.

You chew and swallow. “I’m an angel. What can I say?”

Carol laughs.

A solid, belly laugh. 

“Oh honey,” she says, moving from her chair to sit next to you. “You might not be in the same league as Wanda when it comes to being a little brat; but you can’t deny that its there. I see the sparkle in your eye, small one.”

You watch her, mouth agape; and God, you want nothing more than to reply back with a witty remark. 

“And baby girl, it’s there. I see it right now.”

One hand goes to rest on your knee, while her other arm drapes around your shoulders. 

“Do it,” Carol baits, “go on. Be a brat. I dare you.”

Yup. That was a mistake.

The word dare triggers something in your brain. 

And who are you to ever step down from a dare?

Your chocolate covered hand moves to Carol’s face, quicker than you thought you could move it, but she catches your wrist without so much as a blink. 

The tip of your finger is mere inches from her cheek.

You could still do it. 

Wiggle your hand out of her stupidly strong grasp…

“Only, if you do decide to be a brat, Y/N, just know, you won’t be cumming for an entire week. Do I make myself clear?”

It’s like she burnt you. 

Your hand jerks free from her grasp and you hastily move it away.

“That's what I thought.” 

“That’s…” 

“That’s what, honey?” Carol asks you, handing you a moist hand wipe from her purse. 

You take it gladly and wipe your sticky hands clean. 

“Nothing…” You reply, scrubbing at a stubborn patch on your index finger. “Forget I said anything.” 

“Clever girl.” Carol says, grabbing her drink and taking a much needed sip. 

She glances at you as you pick up your own drink. “Otherwise I’d have had to teach you a lesson right here in this cafe.” 

Carol can’t help but chuckle at your response; the small jerk as you register her words. Your startled “Oh!” as some of the liquid sloshes over one side of your cup and onto your lap. 

“Careful there, baby.” 

Carol takes a spare napkin from the table and presses it down onto the wet patch on your thigh. 

“T-thanks…” 

“Spill anymore and it’ll look like you’ve wet yourself…or let me have my way with you.” 

Your eyes snap up to hers in time to catch the wink.

“Don’t worry, baby.” Carol says, removing her hand from your thigh. 

It mercifully lets your brain restart and you let out a slightly shaky breath. 

“Tease.” 

“Oh? And here’s me thinking you liked my teasing…” Her lips press onto your cheek. “But I’ll stop. I think the barista can see your blushing cheeks from all the way at the till.” 

You nudge Carol with your shoulder, glaring up at her. 

“Have you finished?” 

“For now.” She says. “Come on, eat your snack baby. And drink up before it gets cold.” 

You both sit in silence for a few minutes after that. 

You, nibbling away while Carol sits with one arm behind you; fingers twirling your hair. 

She looks content. Happy. Relaxed.

But on the inside, her brain is working through a hundred different problems.

Trying to remember dates and employees names; and whether she emailed specific people back. 

But for you, she’s keeping her composure. 

Determined to keep it together, just for you. 

“When we get home, love, I might have to disappear for a little bit. Do some work to try to help ease Natasha and Wanda’s load. Is that okay?” 

“Of course.” You reply. “Is there anything I can do to help? I’m a fast typer. Or I can make phone calls for you?” 

At that, Carol smiles, pulling you somehow closer to her side. 

“My lovely, sweet girl. Thank you. But I’ll be okay. I need to concentrate. If you’re there trying to help, I’d just get distracted…” 

You try to fight back a smile. 

“I could make us dinner then?” 

“Much better, my little chef. I might have the perfect outfit for you to wear too, whilst you cook.” 

“Is that so?” You shift in your seat so you’re facing Carol. 

“Mhm,” she replies. “I wouldn’t want you to get your clothes dirty whilst you create a mess in the kitchen.”

“I can’t wait to see this outfit then…” 

You’re leaning forward, hands cupping both of Carol’s cheeks, when you hear MJ’s voice. 

“Y/N!” 

The two of you groan and pull apart, just in time to watch as MJ shimmies through a small gap between two chairs. 

“Y/N! Why don’t you answer your phone anymore?” 

“Sorta got into the habit of ignoring you when I’m occupied…” You mumble. “Why is it always you?”

“Don’t you have other friends to pester, MJ?” Carol mutters, earning an elbow jab to her ribs.

“Y/N, please, you’ve gotta come; it’s an emergency!” 

You sit up straighter in your seat. 

“What?” 

Every disastrous scenario you can think of flickers through your head. 

“What’s happened? 

“Just come on, Y/N. Please!” 

“But I don’t -”

“Now! I don’t have time to explain.” MJ inspects your barely touched drink. “I’ll buy you another one later. And two cookies if you just get up and move. I’m ageing here, babe; come on.”

“Probably because you’re being elusive as fuck right now, MJ.” Carol mutters, checking her nails. 

“I don’t have time for your snark, Danvers; come on Y/N! Please!”

“Right, right, okay, let me grab my stuff.”

MJ yanks you up. 

Nearly tearing your arm out of your socket as she does so.

How she doesn’t knock the table over as you’re dragged to your feet is beyond you.

“It’s an emergency, quick, come on!”

“It’ll be more of a fucking emergency if you dislocate my shoulder, MJ!” 

Carol sighs and stands up; only to be glared at by MJ. 

“Not you! Best friends only.”

You can only cast a I’m sorry glance back at Carol before you’re towed away. 

“Call me when you’re done, hon!” Carol shouts after you, smiling as you try your hardest to not fall over your own two feet. 

Once outside, MJ doesn’t stop towing you.

She doesn’t even check if you’re behind her. She just marches on, switching to a run, assuming the hand she has a grip on is still attached to your body. 

When you eventually do go down, MJ finally decides her rapid pace is a little excessive and allows you to walk by her side; even if it is still a rather quick walk. 

“Gonna tell me - ah cramp, cramp!” You fall into MJ’s side, clutching your side. “Fuck, I’m so unfit, ow!” 

“How are you like this when you have three women who fuck you, Y/N?”

“I -” You slap her arm, “MJ!” 

“What? It’s true!” 

“Slow down, please, I’m gonna pass out.” 

“You have got to work on your stamina, love.” 

“Where are we going, MJ?”

“Round the corner, Peter should still be there.” 

“What the fuck are you talking a…bout…” 

You stand there, dumbfounded, at the sight of Peter holding a small golden retriever in his arms. 

“Hi, Y/N!” 

“That’s a dog…”

“It’s actually a puppy…” Peter replies, taking a small step towards MJ when you glare at him.

“Thank you, Captain Obvious. I can see that. Why are you holding a puppy? What’s going on?” 

“We found him on our way to get a coffee. I’m in love, Y/N. I’m keeping him. Meet Spider-pup!” 

#natasha romanoff #wanda maximoff #carol danvers #reader insert #sugar mommies #natasha x wanda x carol x reader #spiderbites #sugar mommies season 2 #no minors #18+ only

[popcornforone]

Wholehearted Attention

A Dave York Fan Fic

Stabby it’s been to long. I’ve missed writing Dave & I have lots of ideas for him in draft. But then someone sent me this photo & the idea formed itself & here we are… yep a Dave York Saturday is needed by all for some relief.

Synopsis:- You have had a stressful day at work & are having some me time in the bath, when Dave gets home & he is happy to encourage you.

Word Count:-3700

Warnings:- ALL OF THEM!!! seriously DONOT READ IF YOU ARE UNDER 18! Oral both, mentions of piv, establish relationships, smut, swearing, cum tasting, squirting, drinking, shower sex, mentions of erotic literature, self pleasure, toys. Yea we are full on talking Dave at his Davest. Daddy is used.

God I’m so happy I wrote this & that Dave gets all of this.

Thanks for the read peoples, all feed back is welcome. I hope you enjoy.

“Thank fuck” you sigh as you walk through the door. The most hellish day of work is over. Presentations just kept coming at meetings. Phone calls & emails never stopped. You are glad to be kicking those heels off. You need a calm night a really calming night. You don’t know if your partners going to be home at all tonight, his work means his returns can be a little bit all over the place.

You know what you need. Your parents would scoff but you don’t care. You pour a large glass of wine & light a couple of candles as the bubble bath starts to fill up. Jasmine & cherry blossom. The same fragrance as your perfume which this year they made into bath products too. You also click the radio on to listen to some smooth rnb music as you undress & step into the tub. Nice & hot & ready for you to have a long soak. You when you have these moments of calm, always bring a small table with you, to put the wine, a small towel, your phone & a book on. The book is one of the items your parents would disapprove of. It’s called The Captains Desire. It’s pure smut. Men can watch porn all they want but women, as well as that, get to read & imagine it. You know you are up to the part where it’s about to get very hot. So this time you’ve also brought your bullet vibrator with you just to stimulate yourself enough. But before you enjoy your wine & read you make sure to wash yourself while the water is still warm. Steam comes off you as well as the tub.

15mins into your bath & You are lick your lips as you read, getting lost in the pages. It’s hot. It’s at the point where you want to enjoy it & so you slowly put your glass of wine down & grab the vibrator. No lube needed your in a hot steamy bath & you click onto button 1. You gasp as the vibrations start against your clit & you turn the page ready to see how the captain will respond to the tease in the book. But then the worst thing happens. As you select the second pulse setting your vibrator dies.

“What no!” You put your book down quickly & grab the towel to dry it off. You click again to start it up & it goes for 10 seconds before stopping again. You even try swapping the betteries round (down worry your hands are dry your aren’t stupid) but to no avail. “Fuck”

You say as you slam the toy down on the towel. It hadn’t even got you started. You sink completely under the bubbles & water & close your eyes for a minute. Trying to calm down. You know you need to come up for air soon, but your left hand has started to pleasure yourself underneath the suds. Your clit is so needy. You slowly push yourself up out of the water, eyes still closed & reach for the towel on the side.

It’s not there.

You start to panic.

You’ve got soap in your eyes & you don’t want it to sting. But before you can thrash around in the tub you feel the small towel Grace across your face. Your grip it & give yourself a proper dry before opening your eyes.

Your partner is home. He’s in a light blue shirt & black trousers, with a silver buckled belt. He’s home & he’s looking at you in awe.

“I’m home sweetheart”

“Dave” you lift your head a bit more & he leans his head down to softly kiss you. Your wet hand cups his face as he starts to breathe heavily. However you can already tell he’s not up for getting in the bath with you, well not yet anyhow. He’s not wearing a tie, he likes to be pulled by it from time to time with you just to give you some control.

“Having a relaxing evening”

“Very until my bullet stopped”

“Naughty, touching yourself without me” he mocks. Dave likes complete control, even over your self pleasure.

“Well you read that book & tell me if it’s not sexy” you roll your eyes at him, put the towel down now, your face is soap & bubble free & sip on your wine. Dave raises an eyebrow.

“Is this like 50 shades?”

“Ha” you scoff. “They wish they had written anything like this. This isn’t a romance this is desire & let’s just say that one of the book reviews for it online someone said they actually couldn’t recharge their dildo enough” Dave scoff at you.

“The captains desire” he reads before reading the blurb. “Captain Flores is on a survival mission that goes wrong & he is left with just his lookout Emilia Rutton, a woman who swore men off 6 years ago. But survival will mean much more than just getting out of this war zone alive. Hmmm doesn’t sound that smutty to me”

You sigh & look at Dave.

“Then read some to me”

“What?

“Read the next couple of pages to me & let’s see how it makes you feel” you’re still sipping on your wine.

“I’m not reading that” Dave put the book down.

“Why not? Are you afraid the Captain Flores is better at seducing than you?” Dave gives you a face like thunder. No one’s ever challenged his powers of seduction. You know he’s sometimes on mission where he needs to flirt kiss or sleep for information or for the kill. You’ve learnt to accept that over the last couple of years. You also know he’s cut back on doing that a lot since he was able to fill your cunt on tap.

“Didn’t you fall into my arms at that club?” He starts to clear the small table items off it putting them on the bathroom counter.

“True but if you’d not said you have a sour cocktail because you probably are just so sweet I’d have never sucked you cock in the disabled toilet that night”

“Ahhh memories, we should go out & do that again”

“Dave were banned” you both laugh.

“True but it was worth it”

Dave then sits on the cleared table at the end of the bath & takes the glass of wine from your hand. You rest your arms on the end on the bath lying on your front. As you turned Dave saw your arse come out of the water for a few seconds. He also loves that your head is directly in line with his crutch, so Dave man spreads as he sits on the little table & strokes your face.

“I’m going to read a page at random, okay? let’s see how it goes” he says. Your eyes light up. You know that even if there is no sex in a chapter it’s full of sexual tension from chapter 4 onwards of imaginary scenarios.

“Ahem” Dave clears his voice & randomly opens a page. You lick your lips hoping for him to read something dirty.

“Flores… she moaned begging for more. Feeling the way he licked her pussy dry… wooo” have slams the book shut but keeps a finger in that page.

“Problem Dave?” You ask like butter wouldn’t melt in your mouth, all innocently.

“Thought you said this was smut, I’ve just read the next line. This is worse than some hardcore porn”

“Dave”

“I’m serious” he shakes his head. “& yet you can just casually sit in a bus with this in your hand & imagine all of that” you nod. “Damn women are built different.”

“Keep reading Dave im sure when you get to the captain you’ll sound so suave” Dave pulls a face at you.

“Okay” he slowly opens the book back up & you can see him try to see what’s coming next.

“Don’t spoil it for yourself Dave” you chuckle & smack his knee.

“Just wanted to see that’s all.” & he spreads his legs a bit more continuing to read. “Emilia knew it wouldn’t be long before she squirted covering the captains mustache. His left hand was fisting her arse as they lay on the hut bed. The broken mirror on the floor meant Emilia could see the captains angle. How he adored her. How his face was glistening each lick of her clit, each motion of her arse pucking had her moaning his name like this was the last time she’d ever be fucked. Her naked body still damp from being caught in the rain…” you are feeling aroused & you suddenly realise Dave is too. He can’t spread his legs anymore than that but there is a much larger bulge in his trousers than usual. Hes palming it as he reads. “… rain that they may have to shower in afterwards. Both of them are thinking this. There are few facilities in this shack. Both Flores & Emilia have wondered how good their naked body’s would work if they grabbed the soap, to clean each other only to just get dirty again…” his hand undoes his belt & the top button of his trousers just to stop his growing erection splitting the trousers. “Emilias body rolled feeling every sensation, not worried anymore if she’d suffocate the captain, although she was concerned as she now knew she could squirt that she might down him… oooh fuck” Dave’s hands tremble almost making him drop the book. You’ve slowly leaned forward unzipped his fly & started stroking his penis. “Oooh baby”

“Don’t think that was in that chapter Dave” you say long firm strokes get him fully erect in a few seconds.

“Who gives a fuck about a book, when I can have the real thing” he stands up & drops his trousers & boxers to the floor & strokes his own penis.”you now have my whole hearted attention” he slides the table forward, puts the book on the floor & strokes his angry head against you lips. “Do you want to make your daddy happy?” You nod & start to lick around the angry purple head of his penis now he’s sat back down. The pre cum is salty & tangy.

“Ooh sweetheart” his hips already bolting. “No wonder you take long baths if you read that kind of stuff” he caresses your face as you start to slurp taking him into your mouth further. The grip on your chin is firm but you know it will get harder. He fills your mouth. Saliva coating his length. Your eyes wide each time he hits the back of your throat. He’s on the edge of the table now because he wants to be ever further down your throat. The noises you are making are forcing Dave to concertrate, he doesn’t want to cum in the first few minutes, but the feel of your plump lips engulfing him make his eyes roll back. His grip on your chin gradually getting tighter.

“You like making daddy happy, fuck baby, your mouth was made for my cock, fuck.” He’s growling. He briefly lets go of your chin to remove his blue shirt so he is also naked before both his hands return to your head one on the chin & one runs it’s way through your hair before he encourages more movement, more bobbing, because he wants to see you as a spluttering mess when he ejaculates.

“You gonna swallow it all when the time comes, sweetheart? Is my good little girl gonna make me happy? Bet your soaked even without being in the bath” he whines as he holds your chin in place. You nod & he pushes down harder. One hand of yours helping his penis as you choke around it. The other has your fingers digging into your thigh. He’s panting hard, his moans echo around the bathroom. The feel of his length inside your mouth & the way your suck & twirl your talented tongue, has him struggling to hold on.

“Fuck baby, ooh shit oooohhhh mmmmmm shit fuck more more I can’t I… I… oooh jesus!” Dave screams your name. His ball almost burst. Your mouth spills his seed as it flows into your mouth & it doesn’t stop. Often Dave will trickle & then will give you some more when he fucks you in which ever position he likes that night. But no, your gagging & you swallow some as you remove his penis from your mouth. His cum escapes as he sits back & let’s go if your head.

“Fuck oooh fuck” he pants as he try’s to calm down, he’s still hard so you grip him again & slowly start licking off his cum & your spit from his length, you chin getting even more covered in the residue. “Well sweetheart you do have the magic touch.” He smirks as you let his cock go from your mouth as is starts to soften with a pop. “You did miss a spot” Dave says. You know you have, you can feel it on your face. His salty seed & your saliva. You take your thumb & push it back into your mouth.

“Tastes like heaven Dave” you moan & lean your head over the edge of the bath once you are done. Dave thinks your going into for a kiss but you aren’t. He’s a little perturbed when you move your head back, but then his eyes widen. You blow a spit Bubble & then gulp it down to create another one.

“Oooh my little slut you have all my attention” you both know his cum is mixed in with your spit as you keep regurgitating the bubble. The 5th time, it’s large & sloppy & you let it pop so your lips are covered by the moisture. You’ve never seen Dave move in for a kiss so quickly in your life. His tongue & yours working together, tasting the tangy mess your collective bodily fluids have made. No romance novel would ever cover this moment. He’s hungry for you despite you satisfying him.

“Want more Dave?” You mumble eventually as your lips break.

“Just a taste sweetheart, just a taste” both his arm go underneath you & with his magnificent strength he hoists your naked dripping body out of the bath so you glisten in front of him. He licks his lips & he cups your left breast. “We don’t want you wrinkling sweetheart do we, not while daddy is ravenous” he raises an eye brow before smacking your bum. Your little squawk has him all excited, as he then takes a few steps back & lays on the floor.

You know what he wants, & he expects you to know. His crutch & penis are so inviting to ride on but Dave wants you to take pride of place on your favourite seat. You’re still standing & walking up the side of him. You’ve not towelled off. You’re still dripping but that’s what he likes. If Dave had his way, he’d have you as a stay at home partner walking around in just the matching underwear he buys you so then he can shred it from your body when he needs a release & he can fuck your body until you physically can’t cum anymore. Dave is that man & damn you’ll play the needy bratty slut for him on command. You secretly enjoy it more than you let off but it does also stop Dave’s eyes wandering else where.

“How much of a taste would you like daddy?” You say as you stand across him. He’s looking up. He could try & make eye contact but he’s really looking straight up your legs, & past your thighs to see what your index finger is doing to your clit already. He’s not sure if it’s your arousal or bath water that’s dripping onto his face. He doesn’t give a fuck. You want this too.

“I want it all, I want you to forget your name & give me a facial” his hands are running up your lower legs, stopping just below your knees. He knows your ticklish behind them but he stops as you lower yourself slowly ready to sit on Dave’s face.

“Say please daddy”

“Oooh no sweetheart, you should be the one asking for it” those two firm hands pull you straight over his head & he sniffs at your sex. “Oooh fuck baby,” & he licks his first stripe over your clit.

“Mmm yeaa” you moan back. He’s going in circles around it. His tongue is even more magnificent than yours.

“Ddd…Dave” your whingeing already. Dripping onto his lips feeling every motion.

“On all fours” you hear as Dave grips your arse.

“Hmmm” Dave spanks your bum.

“All fours sweetheart, I know what you like.”

“What do you…. Ahhh” Dave swats your bum again meaning you jolt forward. He moves his head to the side so you can see him speak to reveal something you thought he didn’t know.

“I’ve seen you, using that wand on all fours, a pillow between your legs to hump so you can feel the friction. I know it gets you off. I’ve heard you scream my name as you do it” you blush the deepest shade of red. How does Dave know this? & yet the idea of him spying on you arouses you even more. “I want you to face fuck me”

“Dave.. I…” a firm smack connects with your arse. You moan, arousal drips onto his neck.

“It’s not a requested, Daddy said he wanted to give you his whole hearted attention.” His fingers dig into your bum & start to move you in place.

You get on all fours & the tip of his nose rubs against your clit as he squeezes you down onto his face. Both his hands gripping just bellow your arse cheeks as you moan.

“Fuck Dave… oooh god” his oral onslaught starts. “Mmmm oooh yess yess” your hesitant at first., you don’t want to suffocate him underneath you, your looking up at the bathroom sink, your feet starting to twitch in pleasure. It’s only a few more seconds before you start to move. Your hips rolling. The anti-clockwise motion pushing onto his face. He laps away at your cunt. Suddenly your no longer worried & you start to move like you do when your on top for missionary or when you have your own time & his pillow between your legs.

“Ooooohhh yes yes yes.” You moan as your body jiggles & Dave sticks his thumb inside your arsehole. “Yea baby yea, I like that fuck ooooh yes yes yes” you can’t control your moans. Your body twitches as your cunt gets devoured by the best oral lover(or any sexual lover for that matter) that you’ve ever had in your life. He looks after you & the way his hand is now caressing your cheeks, while the other now has another finger in your arse has you screaming loudly.

“Fuck daddy yes fuck fuck you gonna make me cum you gonna make me squirt, oooh baby more more more more oooh fuck yes.” You convulse & feel everything explode inside you. With an earthy groan you climax & cover his face, drenching him. You hear him splutter a little as your body slows down, but then as you go to give him air he keeps you in place, lepping every single drop that you just squirted all over him. “Oh fuck yes that’s it” his head is fully locked between your twitching thighs as you calm down.

“Good girl” you hear from between your legs. A softer pat of your arse happens & he helps you crawl off him onto the bathroom floor. You rest your head next to his as you both lie there exhaling for air for different reasons. You turn your head & see his glistening face & he laughs.

“I made a mess”

“That you did” it’s a delicious kiss he gives you as you lean in. You can taste your own saltyness on his lips & skin. You slowly start to caress his body, working your way down to his happy trail & eventually start stroking his once again hard penis. Pre cum dripping from the tip as he cups your breasts. This is no longer a soft kiss, your making out on the bathroom floor. Dave’s moaning more than you are as you both sit up & he pulls your body in close, he can feel your heart race. Each thud making him want you more. He slips a finger inside your cunt just to keep you moist for the next part of the evening.

“I think we need to clean this up sweetheart.” He says eventually his lips leaving yours but his index finger shhing you before you can say a word. “Didn’t your book talk about those two having a shower & exploring each others bodies after an adventure?”

“Yes Dave it did”

“Well let’s get dirty while getting clean, because you face fucking me is the greatest adventure of my day” Dave slowly stands up & helps you up off the floor slapping your arse once more. “I mean I once was an army captain, maybe in should make you call me that instead of daddy?”

“Don’t tempt me captain,” you reply as you both step into the shower. “I might need to be punished for breaking your rules” steam fills the walk in shower as the hot water flows & Dave pushes you against the glass as the spray hits you both.

“Well if good girls are gonna read smut, they are going to get all they deserve” Dave growls eyes filled with desire. As his lips find yours for a hungry kiss you gasp, he’s filled you to the brim, your special spot quivering I’m just the one motion. “But my girl, she likes to make me happy” he says before his rhythm picks up not just in the shower, but in bed afterwards for the next 2 days.

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[universitypenguin]

Chapter 24

Summary: Haunted by the mistakes of his latest abduction, the killer faces unexpected challenges when his victim fights back. In the dark forest a confrontation unfolds as the killer learns: you never know what lurks in the shadows.

Word Count: 1,811

Masterlist

Warnings: Depiction of kidnapping and violence. Allusion to murder and other criminal behavior. Minor use of foul language. Only appropriate for 18+ readers. No minors.

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Abducting Laine Cruz had been a mistake.

In the two days since that regrettable decision the killer's awareness of his error had grown with each passing hour. He’d begun mentally listing his miscalculations, to learn from this misadventure and avoid repeating the same errors. Yet, logging entries proved endless, offering no clarity, only serving to expand his tally. To address this, he narrowed the list to three crucial failures.

First, he had abducted someone he knew. Second, he’d left behind evidence. Worst of all, he hadn’t just known Laine Cruz - he had been romantically linked to her in public.

There was no mitigating factor to soften the severity of his first error. For the second, the 'evidence' left behind wasn’t damning. A digital trail connecting them - his name, contact information, and records of texts and emails - would be found on her phone. If the police cast a broad net and investigated all of Laine’s male associates, he'd be at least questioned. Finally, there was his brief, very public entanglement with the lovely brunette pharmacist this spring. It had been little more than a blip on the town’s gossip radar, fading into obscurity after a snake bit Eileen Eastlake’s dog, and then buried under news of Mrs. Montgomery’s affair with the Lutheran pastor.

Despite their failed relationship Laine had sought his help after her car trouble on Friday night. Having forgotten her cell phone she’d walked to his office. She’d been alone. No one else knew where she was. He couldn’t have asked for a more perfect opportunity. The temptation was so strong that he acted without considering the added risk of their personal association.

He’d offered his assistance and insisted on lending her a spare jacket before driving her back to her car. Using the distraction of helping her put it on he’d injected her with a sedative. By the time she was in his passenger seat, she was on the verge of unconsciousness. He drove her to her car as promised, but only to discard her purse in the passenger seat.

Now, parked near the woods in a chain installation area, the killer’s eyes darted around, searching for signs of movement in the shadows. Anxiety clawed at him and paranoia whispered in his ear. Apprehension gripped him as he reached for the backpack on the passenger seat and slung it over his shoulder. He stepped out of the vehicle, locked the car, then double-checked it was secure, and headed into the woods. Hopefully the hike to his cabin would settle his nerves.

After a brisk mile, it was clear that the fresh air and familiar terrain hadn’t helped. He couldn't shake the stubborn unease and kept glancing over his shoulder and listening for signs he was being followed.

This wasn’t how taking victims was supposed to feel. It was supposed to evoke a sense of power and control, yet this time it had unleashed a flood of distress. The abductions weren’t what mattered most, he realized. It was the deliberation, planning, and preparation. Absent that delayed gratification, without the build up of anticipation, this peculiar hobby of his lost its appeal. Each phase of the game, each carefully considered detail falling into place was what made it worthwhile.

In the absence of these rituals, the attraction of killing diminished.

The killer confidently navigated the unmarked path. Overhead, the heavy canopy of leaves was still thick enough to block out most of the light from the waning crescent moon. After a few miles of wilderness hiking, he reached a barbed wire fence. Pulling apart the wires, he ducked through the opening and turned left, crossing the open field. The exposure made his skin crawl. A sense of heightened vulnerability, as if he were being watched, made him quicken his steps to reach the security of the next grove of trees and the dense forest beyond. Again, there was no trail but that didn’t concern him. He’d grown up in these woods and knew them like the back of his hand.

Under the canopy of trees again, out of sight, he felt better. It wasn’t typical for him to worry about being seen in this remote corner of Fairfax County. However, because of the timing, a degree of caution was warranted tonight - it was hunting season in Northern Virginia.

The killer wasn’t sure what animal was in season but seeing a trio of orange vested hunters this afternoon had reminded him of the ongoing event. It must be a waterfowl, maybe ducks or geese. When did dove season start these days? He didn’t keep up with the hunting calendar anymore, having transitioned from big game to more sophisticated prey decades ago.

A quiet thud, followed by the snap of a branch, jolted the killer from his pondering. He froze, listening intently, then turned around to scan the shadows. His eyes searched for the source of the noise but in the dense woods with only a sliver of moon in the sky, it was useless. Patiently, he waited. A minute passed. Nothing moved. Three minutes, then five. Still no movement from the shadows. It must have been a tree shedding its branches or a rambunctious animal. The killer tugged down his knit cap against a gust of wind. He thought of the pharmacist caged in his cellar and turned back to the path.

The notion of taking a new victim had been circulating in the killer’s mind for weeks. With Leo McKenzie in jail and Shun Nguyen on the other side of the world, all it would take to reclaim his reputation was one new victim, and the entire town would know. They’d know they were wrong about Nguyen, wrong about that useless drunk McKenzie, and wrong to believe they’d been safe these past two decades. They’d realize the killer had never been caught and hopefully, they’d deduce that he’d been among them this entire time blending in like a wolf in sheep’s clothing. When that revelation came the thick-skulled Neanderthals at the Sheriff's department would dine on a fresh plate of crow. The blathering gossips at the hair salon would spend weeks chewing on a far juicer piece of drama than affairs and teenagers knocking over mailboxes.

Ahead, the trail narrowed, rising into a series of switchbacks that led to the top of a hill. The mismatched shingles of the old woodshed came into view and a smile played on his lips. Its exterior was composed of sunbleached scrap lumber and the foundation was crumbling, but this place felt like home. Thirty years ago it was his refuge from an increasingly unstable family situation. Twenty years ago it had been a base of operations during the most exciting three summers of his life.

The sight of the cabin lifted his spirits. He shook off the anxiety caused by his mistakes, by the unprecedented risks he’d taken over the past two days, and focused on the silver lining in this misadventure.

He was going to reclaim his identity.

The killer unlocked the cabin, stepped inside and removed his backpack. Stripping off his windbreaker, he exchanged the knit cap for a ski mask. Laine Cruz had no idea who had kidnapped her. Since he hadn’t enjoyed her abduction very much, he’d planned a dramatic reveal to make up for the disappointment. He was looking forward to her reaction when he took off the mask. Shifting the heavy trunk that barred the cellar door, he unlocked the bolts that secured the plywood board, pushing it aside to reveal the trap door underneath.

Friday’s spontaneous kidnapping had already been over by the time the killer remembered he was scheduled to work all weekend. Unable to trade shifts, he’d left Laine chained up in his guest bathroom on Saturday and Sunday before moving her to the cabin early this morning. Just when he’d been ready to leave, his colleague had called in sick and with no one else available, he was forced to cover the day shift.

Laine was exactly where he had left her. Upon opening the cellar door he noticed her hands were still bound with zip ties. Unfortunately, he failed to realize she’d freed her legs and was therefore unprepared for the impact when she shot straight up from the cellar like a high jumper, slamming into him. The killer went sprawling. When he tried to recover a powerful blow from Laine’s heel struck his temple. Clutching his head and swearing, the killer scrambled to stop her, but she darted past him, bolting for the door.

No one had ever escaped him. The absurdity of it was such a shock that the killer stood in the doorway of the cabin, staring after the pharmacist, and laughed. Amazing. This almost made up for the stress of her kidnapping. He shook his throbbing head, caught between disbelief and amusement. It seemed he’d have a second chance at a proper abduction. There was no way she’d find her way out of the forest. Even if she made it the four miles over uncharted territory to the road, it was so remote that traffic would be light. If she followed the river and went in the opposite direction… well, then she’d just be making his job easier.

For the sake of entertainment, the killer decided to give her a thirty-second head start.

After the thirty seconds were up he grabbed his backpack and headed toward the tree line. He was focused on looking for tracks that would indicate which direction she’d taken. That was why he didn’t hear the footsteps as someone snuck up behind him. He was so absorbed in the hunt that he didn’t even feel the tell-tale rush of air just before a thick tree branch slammed into the side of his head. The killer dropped to his knees. He threw his arms up to ward off his attacker, who dropped the tree branch and continued to assault him with bare hands.

Discombobulated by the blitz attack and unable to see past the blood in his eyes, it took the killer a moment to process that his opponent was much stronger than Laine Cruz. When he grabbed the attacker’s arm and felt the slick synthetic material of a windbreaker he realized his paranoia hadn’t been unfounded. Someone had followed him. Right on the heels of that revelation, a fist plowed into the killer’s face.

Before they could land their next blow, he caught his opponent’s hand and moved in, wrapping his arms around their waist. The killer knew his strengths. He’d wrestled three years during high school and had the best ground defense in the state. For a moment, they grappled. The attacker resisted the killer’s attempts to knock him off his feet. Finally, the killer caught their ankle and suddenly they both went tumbling, falling head over heels down a leaf-covered embankment.

They rolled to a stop at the bottom of the hill in a patch of mud. The killer broke free of the attacker’s grip and staggered to his feet, wiping the blood from his eyes. He turned to face his assailant and the recognition was instantaneous.

For a moment he gaped at the familiar face. Then he smiled, baring his bloody teeth.

“Dr. Nguyen. Long time, no see.”

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[onmysluttyknees]

Stockholm's Syndrome

Chapter 4

Pairing: Dave York x female reader.

Rating: E 18+ (minors dni). This is for mature audience only! By continuing reading you agree that you are over 18.

⚠️⚠️⚠️Warning! This is a fic about Dave York. Dave York comes with his own warning so do not say I didn't warn you. ⚠️⚠️⚠️

Words: about 2K

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Dave had texted you the night of your birthday party, as he said he would. And over the last few days, you had texted each other every now and then. Mostly him asking what you were doing, though you were sure he somehow knew exactly what you were up to, almost at all hours of the day. Or you asked how his day was going and or if he wanted to stop by later that night. Most nights, he would stop by, either for a quick fuck but sometimes he would fuck you slowly and for hours. Learning what made you moan and what made you scream out his name louder than you had before. And he loved to make you scream; it seemed to only spur him on and fuck you harder and faster, or slower and deeper. Not that you were complaining. He always left you satiated and tired. But he did always leave. He never stayed the night. And you were too chicken shit to ask him to. Because hearing him say no would probably hurt more than him leaving after he had fucked you senseless.

Yet again, it had been a few days since you had seen Dave; he had said he would be going away for a few days, but that didn't stop you from missing him. You missed him more than you should have. You had tried not to fall for him; you really had. But it had been futile to resist. He consumed your every waking hour. You found yourself daydreaming about him on numerous occasions.

Even as you were walking down the aisles of the grocery store, you thought about what it would be like to be walking next to him, picking out items to put in the basket for you to go home together and cook a meal before devouring each other afterwards. Against your better judgment, you pulled out your phone and sent him a quick text. It couldn’t hurt now, could it?

When will you be back?

A low buzzing sound sounded out from an aisle or two behind you. And for a split second, you hoped he was there at the store, but you shook your head as if to clear that silly thought out of your mind. He wasn't here; why would he be here? Your phone pinged, and you scrambled to open the text message, hoping it was from Dave.

Sooner than you think. Be patient.

A big smile spread across your lips as you read the text over and over. Your only thought was, how soon was soon? But you refrained from sending another text asking just that question and put the phone back in your purse as you walked into the next aisle.

Stopping in front of the shampoo section, you couldn't reach the higher shelf where your favorite shampoo was. It never failed to surprise you why they insisted on putting it so goddamn high up! It wasn’t like you were abnormally short. You were 5 feet, 3 inches. That wasn’t short. But they insisted on stocking some of your most parched items on the highest shelves. And it never ceased to annoy the living hell out of you. You were just about to give up or maybe even climb the shelf when you felt a presence behind you, but you didn’t need to turn around to know who it was. You already knew exactly who was standing behind you. He moved closer until he was flushed up against your back, his cologne wrapped around you like a comforting blanket, and you leaned back onto him as his hands snaked their way around your waist. His hard cock pressed against your ass. And a smile spread across your lips just at the thought of him getting hard at the sight of your back. Sure, the short sundress you had on probably helped—probably not a dress to be going shopping in at this time of the day—but it had been another excruciatingly hot day, and even wearing only this, sweat still coated your skin. The only slight reprieve from the heat was being in the AC-controlled store.

“Did you miss me?” He asked, his voice low, and his breath fanned over my neck and left side of my face as he leaned in and planted a soft kiss just below my ear. He groaned in your ear and pushed himself harder into you. Letting you feel his hard cock pressing into you. A soft moan slipped from your lips.

“Yes,” you said, already breathless and your breathing becoming labored. Just having him close to you again, you sighed a breath of relief. ”What are you doing here?” You asked and turned your head slightly to look at him over your shoulder.

“I had to see you. I just got back into town. Now be a good girl and don’t move.” One of his hands slid from your waist down to your thigh. The store wasn’t that crowded, but there were still some people walking up and down the aisles. You wondered if you should tell him to stop. But the idea of getting caught—the idea of him taking you right then and there—was too thrilling to refuse. Not that you were sure you even had it in you to refuse him. If this was what he wanted, then this was what he would get.

 You spread your legs slightly as his hand moved up your thigh, closer to your aching core. Where you needed his touch the most. His finger grazed over your clothed pussy, and he pressed down on your clit, causing a moan to escape your lips.

“We don’t want to attract any attention and get kicked out before I’ve made you cum, now do we?” He asked, his lips closed to your ear, and his teeth grazed gently along your ear. Goosebumps erupted all over your skin at the sound of his voice and the way his fingers kept sliding up and down your pussy. You could feel the wetness growing on your panties as your slick began to trickle out of you. He had you turned on and wet beyond normal within mere seconds.

“No. I’ll be good. I promise.” You vowed. Sliding your panties to the side, he let one finger slide in between your wet lips.

“Already so wet. Fuck, this turns you on, doesn’t it? You want me to fuck you here in this store right now, don’t you? His voice was low and almost threatening, but it was like music to your ears. That was exactly what you wanted. What you needed. You needed to feel him inside of you now. You didn't want to wait until you got back to your apartment, or fuck even out to his car if he had it parked out back. You needed him to take you here now, with the risk of getting caught only spurring you on.

“Yes, please, Dave, fuck me here, now,” you pleaded with him. Begged him to give you what you so desperately needed.

“You’re so goddamn filthy and depraved, and I fucking love it. Bend over and show me that sweet ass of yours, and I'll bury my cock in your deliciously tight pussy.” Without any protest, you did as he asked, bending over slightly and pushing your ass out and into his now rock-hard cock that was pressing against his lacks.

As one hand kept sliding up and down your slit and every now and then pressed against your throbbing clit, his other hand left your waist and you heard the telltale sound of a zipper being unzipped before he lined himself up with your hole and pushed all the way inside in one slow thrust.

You gripped the shelf in front of you for support as he began to move in and out while his fingers still pressed and circled your clit. The tightness within began to build fast. And you knew he would have you cum within mere moments.

“Say my name,” he demanded, his voice strained from thrusting into you hard and slow and from him holding back. “Tell me who makes you feel this good.”

“You, oh fuck. You Dave, only you,” and that was the truth. Ever since your first encounter, you hadn’t even looked at another man and found them attractive. All you ever thought about was Dave. How he knew just how to make you melt into putty in his hands. How he managed to make you do things you had secretly always wanted to do but had always been too afraid to ask for with any previous partner. He just knew what you wanted and needed without you having to ask.

“Fuck, your sweet pussy is squeezing me so damn tight. I’m going to need you to cum. I won’t last long.” His hot breath on your neck as he kept thrusting into you in slow and hard thrusts was like throwing gasoline on an already smoldering fire. “Cum for me, baby.”

That last sentence—him calling you baby and him pressing down while circling your clit is what finally sent you. The rush of sensation hit you hard and fast as you came. You bit down on your lower lip to keep from screaming out his name. Though you were sure he would have loved that. You, however, would have never been able to show your face at this store again, and it was the one closest to your apartment.

“Fuuuck!” He gasped and pushed as deep into you as he could, and then he came too. Pouring himself into you. His cock twitched a few times before he stilled, and he leaned his head against your shoulder as he breathed slowly. “You will be the death of me.”

He pulled out and tucked himself back into his pants after he had repositioned your panties back into place. You turned around to finally look at him.

“Me? You are the one who snuck up on me while I was just minding my business, shopping,” you said, smiling sweetly at him. “How is it that you knew exactly where I was, by the way?"

“I may have put in a tracker on your phone,” he confessed. He looked you up and down before meeting your eyes. You didn’t care that he had done that; to be honest, the moment you realized he was behind you, that had been your first thought—that he may have actually been spying on you and keeping track of you. And you found it cute in a sick and twisted way. But then again, nothing about whatever this was that you had with Dave was normal by any measure.

“Hmm… I thought you might have.”

“You’re not pissed?” He asked and looked at you, almost shocked. Like he had expected you to lose your marbles when you found out.

“Nope, and just so you know, I found the cameras in my apartment too, and no, I’m not mad about them either. I find it kind of endearing that you went through all that trouble just so that you could keep an eye on me.” You wanted him to know beyond a shadow of a doubt that you did not care or were mad at him about it all. No matter how messed up it all was or how you two had stumbled upon each other, you were glad you had.

“Wow, you’re almost as fucked up as me, aren’t you?"

“Almost,” you agreed.

He grabbed your hand and started to pull out towards the exit.

“But my groceries!” You called out.

“Fuck the groceries. You can come back tomorrow and finish your shopping. I’m taking you out to dinner, then we’re going back to your place, where I tend to have my desert in  private."He smirked at you as he looked behind him to see your reaction. A big smile grew on your lips as he continued to pull you by your hand out of the store and over to where his car was parked.

When he reached his car, he walked with you over to the passenger side and opened the door for you.

“Such a gentle man,” you mocked, but not in a mean way. In a playful way. Because the first time he put you in his car, you had been unconscious. And you were almost sure he had put you in the trunk that night.

"Oh, I most definitely am not, most of the time. But for you, I am willing to make an exception,” he replied with that half smirk upon his lips that sent a shiver down your spine and had your body humming again. Desperate and wanting for more and anything this man would give you. And now he wanted to take you out for dinner. But after that, you were sure he was going to give you the best night of your life.

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[widowbitessting]

A Trio of Brats

How would each of our ladies react/handle R, if while on the elevator up to the penthouse, during a heated discussion, R spanked their ass and said “you’re being a brat”? 😈

18+ ONLY. Minors Do Not Interact. 

Pairing: NatashaxReader|WandaxReader|CarolxReader|NatashaxCarolxWandaxReader

Words: 8137

Warnings: Smut, so much smut, strap on, edging, fingering, mommy kink, daddy kink, captain kink, hair pulling, no touching allowed, punishments, Dom/Sub relationships [there’s more but I’ll tag later]

This is my own work. You are not allowed to copy, steal or claim as your own.

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- Natasha’s POV -

“You’re not bringing a puppy into the penthouse, Baby.” 

You frown over at the back of Natasha’s head.  

She is still standing facing away from you, gazing out of the windows. 

While you stay near the doors.

She’s been standing like that ever since the two of you had walked into the elevator.

After you had been badgering her the entire car journey to be allowed to bring MJ’s puppy with you. 

It’s safe to say you know you’re grating on Natasha; possibly reaching her limit - but does that stop you? 

No.

Because there is a cute little puppy on the line. 

You can’t back down now. 

No. It’s too vital. 

And you want to bring the puppy up to show Wanda and Carol.

No matter what Natasha, ever the bossy boots, says.

“I don’t get why though.” 

“Because, dumb girl; I don’t want a flea covered, yapping thing let loose in my home. It was bad enough when you brought Hedwig here.”

Your mouth falls open.

“Hey that was mean! I’m not dumb!” You say. “And she doesn’t have fleas. MJ’s keeps amazingly good care of Spider-pup. And Hedwig was a wonderful guest.” 

“For someone who frequently locks herself out of her house.” After hearing the name of the dog, Natasha finally looks around: “Spider…pup?”

“Yeah.” You reply, as if it’s the most obvious thing in the world. “She’s dating Peter Parker…the biggest Spider-Man fanboy around. Plus, she couldn’t bring herself to yell Princess in the park.” 

“And Spider-pup was the way to go, clearly.” 

“Yeah.” You reply, edging forwards a little. “Plus I know Spider-pup has a thing for redheads too.” 

Natasha’s eyebrows raise and you quickly back peddle. 

“Not in a sexual way! She just loves red headed people. Like, adores them. She’d be on your lap all night, Natty.” 

You’ve reached her now and you’re about to twirl some of Natasha’s red hair between your fingers, and offer her your best puppy dog eyes; when her hand grips your wrist tightly, stopping you. 

“The mongrel still isn’t stepping a paw into my home, baby girl.” She growls. “Nice try.”

You try to snatch your hand away but the older woman holds you firm. 

“Now stop pestering me over an animal, Y/N.” 

You gasp.

“Did you just full name me?”

“Yes I did. Because you’re being a brat.” 

“I’m hardly being a brat…” You reply, before adding on: “Natasha.” 

You’re being slammed into the handlebar before you can even protest. 

You’re now looking at the view outside, with the hand Natasha still has in a bruising grip, pinned behind your back.

You let out a whimper, moving as the bar digs uncomfortably into you. 

“What did you just call me, Y/N?”

“I don’t remember?”

“Don’t. Lie.” Her free hand smacks your ass hard. “Don’t make me ask again.”

You resist the urge to roll your eyes.

“I called you Natasha.”

“Why?”

“Because…”

“Because…?” Another hard slap and you wince. 

“Because I felt cocky.”

“Such a dumb little baby.” Natasha drags your other arm behind you; pinning both hands in one of hers. “What’s my name, little one?” 

“N-” 

She slaps your ass so hard this time that you let out a cry, trying to get your wrists free.

“Colour, kitten?” 

“Yellow.”

Instantly Natasha spins you around and kisses you deeply; humming when you physically melt into her.

“Good girl, thank you for communicating with me.” She smiles down at you. “What’s my name?” 

“Daddy.”

“Good girl. I’m so proud of you.” 

“Thank you, daddy.” 

“I’m still not letting that dog in my apartment.” 

She lets you go, seemingly knowing that you’re nearing their apartment and as she walks, you catch her muttering something under her breath. 

“You’re being a brat now.” 

You slap Natasha’s ass before you can really stop yourself. 

And end up swallowing thickly.

“Holy shit.”

Yep, you’re gonna die.

You’re dead.

D

E

A

D

MJ, you’d better say something good at my funeral.

Natasha turns around, completely ignoring the doors that are now opening.

“What was that?”

She’s glaring at you.

Daring you to say it again.

What the hell, right?

“You’re being the brat…” It’s nothing more than a whisper but you say it. 

Natasha lets out a chuckle. 

A low chuckle that has you quaking right where you stand.

You glance behind her at the doors which are now closing.

Natasha catches the door without taking her eyes from you.

“Well if I’m the brat then that makes you the Dom, baby.” Natasha steps out of the elevator. “So I think I’ll go ahead and put myself in a time out; you’ll be able to entertain yourself without me, won’t you?”

The colour drains from your face.

“What?” 

Turning without another word, Natasha leaves you standing there, completely dumbfounded. 

You’re quick to move when the doors shut you off from her, and you manage to weasel through, hot on Natasha’s heels. 

“Wait, wait, wait!”

But you don’t get a response from her the entire walk up through the apartment and down to her office. 

When she gets there, she offers you a glance and a small, smug smile, before vanishing quickly inside; shutting the door behind her. 

For the entire hour she is in there, no matter how many times you knock on the door, attempt to pick the lock  - something Natasha herself had taught you - and begged; literally begged, the red head just wouldn’t open the door. 

For the entire hour. 

The entire long and extremely boring hour. 

You end up leaning your back against the door as you text MJ; doing nothing short of complaining of how mind numbingly bored you are, when the door suddenly shoots open and you’re sent flying backwards.

Landing in a thump between Natasha’s heeled feet. 

“Hey detka, still here?” 

“That was mean, Daddy.” 

The red head shrugs. 

“Have you finished being a brat?”

“Should I be asking you that question?” You ask. 

“Another hour it is.” 

You jump to your feet quickly. 

“No, no! I’m sorry! Please.”

Natasha is smug as she keeps the door open for you and you scramble inside. 

“Well seeing as you apologised…I think it’s time for the good girl to get her reward then…isn’t it…”

You all but jump into her open arms and wrap yourself around her like a koala. 

Natasha attacks your neck with vigour, licking and biting at the skin you have to offer her, all the while walking you into the room towards her desk. 

You squirm and let out a small whine. 

“You’re packing.”

“Would you expect anything less from me, kitten?” she asks coyly. 

Natasha drops you unceremoniously on her floor. 

“No. Never.” 

“Knees. Now.” 

You get into position instantly, hands resting on your lap. 

“Think you can suck my strap for me? Get it nice and wet for that pretty pussy, baby?”  

Your mouth opens automatically, watching with eager eyes as she unzips her pants and takes out her strap. 

“Look, baby girl. I made sure to choose your favourite too.” 

“Thank you, daddy.” 

Natasha cups your face and rubs her thumb over your bottom lip. 

“Such a good girl.” She says, “Now stick out that tongue.”

When you do, she spits directly onto it and makes you swallow. 

“How did I get lucky to get such a good girl, hmm?” Natasha asks. “Can you suck daddy’s cock for me? Make me feel good?” 

You surge forwards without needing anymore instruction.

Sucking most of it into your mouth, you move your hands to Natasha’s legs as you fight the urge to gag almost immediately.

You hear Natasha coo at you as you struggle. 

Knowing this wasn’t your forte. 

She grips the back of your head and gently guides you down her faux cock.

Enjoying the way your eyes are already brimming with tears.

You wretch loudly and Natasha coos you again. 

“Poor baby, doing so well on my cock - such a good girl.”

Spit dribbles down your chin. 

When your nose presses into the fabric of Natasha’s pants, you force yourself to breathe through your nostrils. 

Trying so hard to stop gagging.

“You okay, detka?” 

You give her a thumbs up and it urges her to continue. 

Her grip on your hair tightens as she grabs the strands and pulls you back, before dragging you back down. 

Over and over. 

Until your throat has gotten used to her member.

Until you’re sucking her into your mouth with much more ease. 

“There we go, little one. Get it nice and wet for your pussy.”

She fucks your face a few more times, softly pounding her hips into your mouth; forcing her cock down your throat. 

When she pulls out, strings of spit still connect you to her strap. 

It’s one of the hottest things Natasha has ever seen.

Your chin and neck are covered in drool. 

Natasha leans down and kisses you sloppily, humming when you try to suck her tongue into your mouth, 

Before hoisting you up off the floor and down onto her desk.

She automatically pulls at your shorts so fast that you’re sure they’re torn. 

Natasha flips you on your stomach, fingers dipping into your wetness.

“So wet already, detka.” She murmurs, “did you miss daddy?” 

She slaps your ass.

“I did; so much.” You pant, “I’m so sorry for being a brat. So, so, so sorry.” 

“Thank you for all the apologies, baby.” 

When she finally thrusts into you, your eyes all but roll back and your head screams: “Finally!” 

You moan loudly. 

So loudly.

“That’s it baby, taking my strap so well.”

Natasha keeps on slowly pushing inside of you, knowing that it's driving you mad.

Once she’s fully inside of you, she pauses for a second, allowing you to get used to her length, to the stretch that parts your walls, before she pulls out slightly and thrusts back in.

“Oh good girl.” Natasha sighs, pulling out again. 

When she slams in, you let out a startled moan, near head butting her desk.

Her new pace is just brutal, holding your hips as she pounds over and over into you.

Natasha is chasing her high, just as you are yours. 

The end of her strap rubs deliciously against her clit.

Mix that with your moans and the sounds coming from between your legs, Natasha is already close.

“You’re such a good girl when you want to be, kitten.” She lets out a shaky breath.

You preen under her words, shuffling on the desk as you start bouncing back on Natasha’s strap. 

“That’s it slut, take my cock.”

You angle your hips down, jolting when it hits the spongy spot inside of you.

Oh, that feels so good.

Christ, how were you so close already?

But then again, you've lost all sense of time.

“Is my little baby gonna cum?” Natasha asks, voice slightly breathless.

“Uh-huh. Please, please can I cum, daddy?” 

Not bothering to give you a verbal reply, Natasha pounds into so fast you’re sure the back of your thighs are going to bruise.

She watches with glee as your hands wrap around the edges of the desk to try and stop your body jolting with each thrust.

Your moans bounce off the walls. 

The coil in your stomach tightens as Natasha constantly hits your g-spot.

“Cum. Cum now or don’t bother at all.”

Your orgasm is torn out of you, just as is the exhausted scream that follows; your legs tremble and you would have slid off the table right there and then if it wasn’t for Natasha holding your hips in death grips.

A few more thrusts and Natasha reaches her high too; slamming into you one final time before she lets out a whine and stills, body shuddering. 

“Fuck, fuck, fuck.”

Your legs have become jelly. Your pussy too sensitive to take anymore.

Natasha pulls out, quickly leaning down to lick a long strip through your folds before standing up straight and turning you round. 

When she kisses you, all you can taste is your own arousal.

You pull back and lick the tip of her nose. 

“Am I forgiven, daddy?”

“Yes, detka.” Natasha smiles. “How does a shower sound?”

“A shower sounds amazing.” You reply, grinning. 

“Good.”

You reach down to pick up your shorts but the redhead snatches them from you. 

“You won’t be needing them, silly girl.”

You can’t help but grin.

“Yes, daddy.”

You walk to the office door, turning when Natasha calls your name.

“I’m still not letting MJ’s dog in my home, Y/N. Don’t think I’ve forgotten.”  

- Carol’s POV -

“No. Means. No.”

“Oh come on, Carol!” 

You follow the blonde into the elevator, a box containing the most delicious pie you have ever tasted, in your hands. 

“No, kitten. You heard me. We are not eating pie before dinner.”

You stand next to her as she beeps her card and presses the button for the penthouse. 

“Car, come on. What’s the worst that could happen, hmm? We don’t eat all of our dinner? Wow, call the cops now.” 

“The worst that could happen is you getting put in your place, little girl. Don’t make me throw that pie out of the window, because I will.”

You hold it closer to your chest.

“You wouldn’t dare.”

Using her full height against you, Carol towers down at you and narrows her eyes. 

“Try me.”

You shuffle back, taking your precious pie with you. 

Carol follows. 

“I see this thing as my child; you throw this out and you’re throwing my…like heart out too…”

“God you’re so fucking dramatic.” Carol rolls her eyes. “Plus you want to eat that pie. How sick is that?”

You open and close your mouth a couple of times, unable to think of a snarky reply.

“That’s what I thought.” Carol replies, “want me to shut that mouth for you, kitten?”

Glowering up at her, you do it yourself.

“Are we finished going on about this stupid pie now?” She asks. 

“S-stupid pie?” You look down at the box. “Carol, I’m hurt. Hurt! This pie is not stupid; it’s a beautiful creation and I think I’m in love with it.” 

Carol laughs, exasperated. 

“You’re lucky you’re cute, baby.” 

“Y’know what else is cute, Carol?” You ask before holding the box out. “This pie. And it’s cruel for us to wait to eat it until after dinner.”

“Y/N…” Carol warns. “I’m getting sick of hearing about it. I mean it. We’re eating it after dinner. Or not at all.”

You glance down at the box in your hands. 

“Fine.” 

Smiling, Carol leans down to kiss your forehead. 

“I knew you could listen to instructions; good girl, kitten.” 

“It’s amazing what happens when you threaten my pie, isn’t it?” 

Carol smirks. 

“It sure is.”

The two of you settle down, Carol taking her phone out of her pocket to check a couple of emails while you find it really hard to not roll your eyes. 

God, the whole thing is stupid. 

What was the big deal anyway? 

Food is food, right?

You open the lid and inhale the sweet smell of the treat in your hands; mouth instantly filling with drool. 

Your stomach rumbles. 

“Fuck, I’m so hungry.” You scrape a little of the crust off with your finger and pop it into your mouth. “Can’t we just, like I dunno; nibble the crust, Carol? Consider it an amuse-bouche.” 

You’re too busy giggling at your very pitiful joke to notice Carol. 

Maybe if you had you could have gotten away from the situation.

Doubtful. 

But maybe.

The pie is snatched from your hands before you can fully process what’s happening and thrown on the ground. 

"Hey!"

You’re then pinned by the blonde, back bouncing on the elevator wall; where, not even waiting for you to reply, Carol’s hand trails up your chest, tickles at your neck before settling in your hair.

She grabs a handful, relishing in the way you flinch, readying for her to yank.

“Kneel.”

“Excuse me?” You say. 

“You heard me, kitten. Kneel. Remember your place.” 

You shake your head. 

The final nail in your coffin. 

Carol’s hand slams down on your shoulder and she pushes you down onto your knees. 

You quickly find it difficult to maintain eye contact with the incredibly smug woman standing over you. 

The second you look away, she cocks her head to the side.

“Where you looking at, kitten?” Carol asks. “My eyes are up here. You know I like looking at your pretty eyes.” 

You make yourself look at her. 

And as you part your lips to talk, Carol roughly pushes two fingers into your mouth.

“Brats don’t get to talk.” She growls. 

You choke as Carol’s fingers hit the back of your throat; and when you try to pull back, the other woman doesn’t let you, the grip on your hair tightening to keep you in your place. 

“Where are you going, baby?” 

Carol fucks your mouth a few more times before keeping them lodged between your lips; loving the way your eyes widen and you gag around her. 

Carol doesn’t miss the small intake of breath through your nose when her boot grazes your core.

She pulls her fingers from your mouth, deliberately pressing down on your tongue to just earn one last gag before her digits leave fully.

Spit dangles from her glistening fingers and she wipes them clean on your cheek. 

“Stay.” 

You look at her in confusion; watching as she crosses the elevator to hit the STOP button; causing you to nearly fall out of your kneeling position from the floor. 

When Carol returns to you, you try to speak again, voice your innocence, but she raises an eyebrow and your voice dies in your throat. 

Her feet shift and one slips between your spread legs.

“There’s a good girl, that’s what I thought.” 

You stay where you are, legs spread on the elevator floor with one of Carol’s feet between them. 

“Look at you,” she mockingly pouts, “on your knees for me. Right where you belong.”

Carol lifts her foot and smiles when you jerk. 

“You think bad girls have the right to try and get off on my feet?” 

She moves her foot and you all but whimper when the contact leaves you. 

“But considering you look so fucking cute right now…I’d say you deserve…something…” Carol’s face is incredibly smug. “Go ahead and hump my shoe, slut. I'll allow it.” 

Your eyes go wide. 

“W-what?” 

“You heard me, baby.” Carol says. “Or is that dumb submissive brain of yours too fuzzy to understand simple instructions?” 

Her boot goes back between your legs and presses right against your clit. 

“Hump my fucking shoe or I’ll turn your ass red. The choice is yours.” 

You move automatically, despite the humiliation slapping you right in the face, and grind yourself down onto Carol’s shoe. 

The friction feels amazing and it causes your eyes to flutter. 

“Oh.” 

“Go on. Get yourself off on my shoe. It’s a nice sight, I won’t lie.” 

You roll your hips and groan.

When you try to sit up, to rearrange yourself on her shoe; Carol’s hands slam firmly on your shoulders again and shoves you back down; grinding you against her boot. 

“Fuck, c-captain.” 

“What was that, baby girl?” she asks.

“Nothing, captain; I’m sorry.” 

“Maybe you need something in that mouth of yours…to keep you quiet. What do you think?” 

You go to reply when two of Carol’s fingers re enter your mouth. 

“Suck them.” 

You’re quick to do as you’re told, sucking on her digits as if your life depends on it. 

“There’s a good girl. Knew I’d find better use of that mouth instead of talking utter shit.” 

You gag loudly when her long fingers poke at the back of your throat. 

“You know,” Carol continues, shifting her boot to make you groan, “you’re such a good girl when you’re not complaining about your stupid pie.” 

Something clicks in her brain and she smiles deviously down at you. 

“I think I might take you up on your offer from earlier, sugar.” She continues, gripping your jaw tighter when you try to speak. 

And then just like that, everything stops. 

You can only watch helplessly as she moves away from you and picks up the box. 

You miss how good her shoe made you feel.

You clench your thighs, pussy throbbing.

When she opens the box lid, you can’t help the pathetic whine when you see your delicious pie in front of you. 

You swallow thickly.

“It smells delicious, kitten.” Carol says; eyes snapping to you when you open your mouth again.

You watch, mouth agape as she breaks off a part of the crust and pops in into her mouth; moaning loudly when the buttery flavour explodes on her taste buds. 

“And this is just the crust, I can’t wait to eat the whole thing.”

“You wouldn’t dare.”

“Oh? And what’re you gonna do about it, brat?”

You’re on your feet in seconds, legs shaking from being knelt down for a long period of time.

“You’re the one being the brat now, not me.”

How you manage to slap Carol’s ass before she pins you to the wall is beyond you. 

Yet somehow you manage it.

The blonde is seething. 

“Say that again.”

You meet her eyes and all the courage you have vacates your body.

“I-I’d rather not, thank you.”

“It isn't a request, Y/N. It's an order.” 

“I -” 

“3.”

“Don’t count!”

“2.”

“I said you was the brat!”

“And why did you call me a brat?” Carol asks.

“Because.”

“Because?”

“I’m sorry.”

“Oh? An apology already?” Carol grins. “Where did that bratty energy go?”

“It left. Really quickly.” You pout slightly. “I’m sorry.”

“You’re sorry, baby?” She leans to kiss your jaw. “Really sorry?”

“Mhmm.” You whine when her teeth nip at your skin. 

“I guess that’s okay then isn’t it, if you’re really sorry.”

You’re sceptical at first - because why would she let you get away with being a brat so quickly? - but when her hand slips into your pants, the scepticism dissolves. 

Her long fingers circle your clit and you let out a small whimper. 

“Does that feel good, kitten?”

She grabs your jaw with her other hand.

“Use those words, baby.” 

She says this as her fingers dip inside of you, pulling back before she fully does.

“Yes, captain.” You whisper. “Please.” 

“Oh such a good girl, using her manners for her captain.”

She lifts you with no effort, yanking your pants and knickers down to your knees before shoving two fingers easily inside of you. 

“You’re so fucking wet, baby girl. I love it.” 

Carol moves you again, carrying you across the elevator with her fingers still inside of you and somehow - you’re not sure how - presses the button to make the elevator move. 

Your back ends up pressed against the elevator doors and you gasp when the cool steel presses against your ass.

“What if someone comes in?” You gasp out. 

Carol adds a third finger, enjoying the way you react to her stretching you out. 

You whimper, teeth clamping down on your bottom lip.

“Then you better cum fast, baby girl.” 

You nod. 

You can do that. 

You wrap your legs around her waist, moaning when Carol growls. 

Her teeth find home at your neck and she bites and sucks at what you have to offer her.

“Gonna mark you up,” she says, licking the large red mark she had just made. 

You grind against her hand.

Her fingers squelch inside of you. “Everyone will know who you belong to.”

“You, captain. I belong to you!” 

Her thumb rubs at your clit and you have to bite down hard on your bottom lip to stop yourself from screaming out. 

“Good. Fucking. Girl.”

“Oh god, yes, right there - please!”

You’re stuffed with Carol’s fingers, clenching around them as she moves and curls inside of your pussy. 

Lewd, wet noises fill the elevator. 

It should be embarrassing but it isn’t. 

Not when you’re feeling this good. 

“Mmm, close, so close.” 

It’s almost obscene how quickly they can make you cum. 

“I’m gonna c...!”

Your body tenses -

- and Carol abruptly removes her fingers from you, throwing your legs down as she goes. 

“What? What are you doing?” 

You hastily pull your pants back up, breathing heavily. 

“Brats don’t get to cum, silly girl.”

Your eyes all but bulge from your head. 

Sucking her fingers, she grabs onto you when the doors to the elevator open, stopping you from tumbling out. 

You don’t even notice, far too enraged by your denied orgasm. 

“What?! That’s not fair!”

“Shall we make it a week of edging then instead of just tonight, kitten? ‘Cos that wouldn’t be fair.” 

You hastily shake your head.

“I - let’s not be too hasty now.” 

“That’s what I thought.” Carol towers over you. “Now, fetch your pie and come along little kitten. You’ve got a long night ahead.”

- Wanda’s POV -

“I can’t believe you dropped your coke, Y/N.”

“I didn’t do it intentionally!” You’re all but pouting as you stomp into the elevator to the penthouse. “I was looking forward to drinking it too; stupid curb. I could have broken my neck.”

“Bit dramatic there, detka.” Wanda smiles, slurping her drink, just loud enjoy to make you glare.

She moves the reusable carrier bag to rest in the crook of her arm. “I’d have caught you.”

“You were doubled over laughing, Maximoff. When would you have caught me?” 

“After I finished laughing, duh.” Wanda hands you her drink. 

You accept it happily and inhale a large mouthful, momentarily struggling to swallow all the carbonated bubbles. 

“Also, Maximoff, huh? Channelling your inner Natasha and Carol there are you?” 

You shrug as you continue to drink her soda. 

“So what if I am?” 

You watch as Wanda commands the elevator to take you to their floor before coming to stand in your personal space.

She taps your nose.

“I prefer you calling me Wands.” She whispers, leaning down to take the straw into her mouth. “Or mommy. I know how much you enjoy calling me mommy.”

She says it with such nonchalance that it takes your brain a second to understand what she just said to you. 

“I don’t…you…” Your voice trails off and you suddenly find you can’t keep Wanda’s eye contact.

She giggles and your brain mercifully starts to work again. 

“I love how flustered that makes you, baby. You’re so cute.” 

“Oh whatever.” You scoff, shoving Wanda away with a smile. 

She lets out a giggle but doesn’t budge too far from you. 

“It’s so easy to do. Even when I’m not fully in dom mode, I can still make you blush. Talk about giving me an ego boost, sweetheart.”

“I can easily burst your bubble, Wands.” 

“Oh yeah?” She raises an eyebrow. “Go on then. Burst my bubble. I dare you.”

“You dare me?”

“Mhmm. I’m waiting.” She checks her watch. “Although, if you make me wait any longer I might end up ageing a few years…”

“I -” You start but when Wanda’s lips suddenly find your neck, you falter. “That’s….that’s mean.”

“Use your words, baby.” She sucks on your skin. “Go on.”

“I…just…” You’re begging your brain to function. It becomes increasingly difficult, especially when Wanda drags her teeth over your collarbone. “Y-you…” 

“Yes, baby girl?” Wanda moves up to suck your earlobe into her mouth. “My not-at-all-flustered-baby-girl.” 

You shut your eyes and try your best to focus.

“I’m not - I’m…” You swallow thickly. “I’m not flustered. I don’t get easily flustered.” 

“Just admit defeat, baby.” She kisses along your jaw until settling on your lips, kissing you once, twice, three times. “My flustered girl, I love that I can do this to you.” 

“You do?” 

“Yes, detka.” Wanda mercifully pulls back slightly, giving you enough space to regain some control of your thoughts. “It’s so hot.” 

Your cheeks blush.

“Even if you do try to lie to me.” 

“I didn’t lie.”

“Oh? Is that so?” 

“Mhmm.” 

“Tell that to your crimson cheeks, baby girl.” She winks before stepping fully out of your personal space. “You cutie pie. Trying to lie to your mommy. You know I don’t like liars, sweetheart.” 

“What’re you gonna do about it, mommy?” 

She leans down and recaptures your lips with her own; holding the side of your face with her free hand in a gentle caress. 

It’s a tender moment. 

And you fall fully into it. 

“For that, I’m gonna play our new video game when you’re in school this week.” 

You pull away from her.

“You what?” 

“You heard me, baby.” 

You let out a whine, frowning. 

“But that’s not fair!” 

“It isn’t?” She asks, grinning, showing her pristine white teeth. “How so, baby?”

“B-because you’re gonna learn all the tricks and I’ll be at a disadvantage when we play!” 

“Aww,” Wanda mock pouts down at you. “Such a silly little thing. You won’t be at a disadvantage.”

“So…wait, you’re not gonna cheat?” You ask, tilting your head slightly.

“I didn’t say that.” Wanda replies. “I’m gonna learn everything whilst you’re stuck in class. You’re not gonna be at a disadvantage, detka; you’re gonna be at a loss when we play.”

You gape up at her. 

“And then when you get home to me, I’ll make you a bet that I just know you won’t be able to refuse…”

“I’d be able to refuse it.” You mumble in a hushed tone.

“Shh baby, mommy’s speaking.” Wanda bumps her nose to yours. “When you lose my bet, your ass is gonna be mine.” 

“I - I won’t fall for your bet.” 

“You won’t?” Wanda asks. “My stubborn, proud, little girl, won’t accept a bet I lay out for her…won’t take the chance to try and prove me wrong?”

Oh you can feel the moment your eye starts to twitch.

“No…I won’t fall for it, Wanda.”  

Wanda smirks. 

“I think you already have, buttercup.”

The elevator dings, catching Wanda’s attention. 

“Come on, kitten. Mommy wants a cup of coffee.”

She turns and you find yourself staring at her ass. 

You glare at her. 

“You’re being such a brat.”

Those five words alone are going to get you into trouble.

But you don’t stop there. 

No. 

Of course you don’t. It’s you. 

The temptation to spank her overrules any logical thoughts you have and, without fully thinking the idea through, you smack Wanda’s ass. 

With a lot more power than you had anticipated. 

The older woman jerks, a surprised noise passing her lips. 

She turns to you slowly, both eyebrows raised in shock.

You stare at her. 

Just as shocked. 

“I - you…”

“Did you just spank my ass, little one?”

“No.”

“Again with the lies.” 

“I’m not -”

Her hand is in your hair so fast; palm scraping against your scalp before her fingers latch down, hard. 

You let out a tiny squeak as she holds you where she wants, eyes glaring down at your stunned face; your eyes lidded in pleasure. 

“Did you smack my ass, baby girl?” Wanda asks. 

You’re finding it really difficult to maintain eye contact with her. 

“So what if I did?” You ask, the adrenaline from Wanda pulling your hair fuelling your brat energy. 

“Oh, so that’s the mood you’re going with is it?” Wanda’s smile grows. “For a second I really thought you were gonna chicken out on me, sweetie.”

You avert your eyes from her gaze and Wanda quickly rectifies it; hand dropping from your hair to grip your chin. 

She lifts your face up, tilting her own head to the side when you try your best to keep from looking at her. 

“Aww, is the little baby too afraid to look me in the eyes now?” 

“No.”

“Then look at me.” Wanda orders simply. 

When you still refuse, she sighs. 

“Come now, baby girl; look at me or I’ll let Natasha and Carol deal with you.”

You tentatively peak up at her.  

Wanda’s grip on your chin tightens. 

“Ignore me again and I’ll spank you so hard you won’t be able to walk for days; is that understood?” 

“Yes.” 

“Yes what?” 

“Yes, mommy.” 

“Good girl.” Wanda kisses your nose. “Coffee?”

“Coffee sounds perfect.” 

Two minutes later and the two of you leave the elevator, hand in hand; softly discussing your upcoming game night plans, when you hear it.

Gentle moans coming from the front room.

While you pause mid step, Wanda continues on, dragging you with her without stopping to check if you’re okay. 

“Wanda!” You whisper, “I think they’re busy!”

“Who? Our girlfriends, you mean?” 

You’re blushing. 

“I know that.” You reply, gripping her hand as you climb the stairs. “But they’re having alone time.”

Wanda can’t help but grin. 

“You’re so fucking adorable, baby. Come on, it’s okay. They won’t mind. If anything, seeing us watch will spur them on…” 

What you’re met with, is Carol kneeling between Natasha’s bare legs as she laps away happily at her pussy.

Natasha, with her hair shoved messily on her head, has her eyes screwed shut. 

Her hips jerk and she gasps, then letting out a little sigh when Carol inserts two fingers into her. 

“There you go, my love.” Carol mutters, moving away to kiss Natasha’s inner thigh. 

“If you make me squirt on our couch, I won’t be impressed, Danvers.” 

“Challenge accepted, Romanoff.” 

Carol throws Natasha’s left leg over her shoulder and pulls her closer. 

Casting a devious wink up at the red head, Carol licks her lips and dives back in, feasting on the other woman like it was her last meal. 

You can only watch, pulling your bottom lip between your teeth as your eyes gaze over Carol’s toned arms pinning Natasha in place. 

“What’s the matter, baby?” Wanda asks, glancing at you. “See something you like?” 

“I’m just -” 

You’re too enamoured by Natasha and Carol to even notice Wanda moving around you; placing her things down before going to stand back at your side. 

She moves your hair from your neck and peppers kisses at the skin you offer to her, grasping your body to stop you from pulling away in surprise. 

“Hush now,” She whispers, earning fresh goosebumps to rise where her breath tickles you. “You wanna watch them with me, baby?”

You let out a breathless moan as Wanda licks up to your earlobe. 

She takes it between her teeth and nibbles.

“But…we…” 

“Use your big girl words.” 

You try to drag your eyes away but Wanda is one step ahead of you; she grabs a fist full of your hair again and keeps your head from moving.

“Watch, baby girl.” 

Wanda’s right arm moves slides around your stomach to dip between your waistband. 

“What do we have here?” She murmurs, dragging one slender finger over your clit. She moves lower, to the slight damp patch giving you away. “Did mommy do this? Or is it because you’re watching our captain eat daddy’s pussy?” 

You drag your eyes from Carol’s tongue, watching in a daze as it disappears inside of Natasha, to glance back at Wanda. 

She’s watching you both with a similar gaze; pupils blown wide with lust. 

When you look back to the pair on the sofa, you’re met with dazzling green eyes staring at you. 

“Looks like we’ve got some onlookers, moya lyubov’.” Natasha’s breath hitches. 

When Carol turns to you and Wanda, her mouth shimmers. 

“Are you two gonna join us?” 

“I was thinking of something different.” Wanda replies, removing her hand from between your legs. 

You let out a whine, wincing when Wanda’s grip on your hair tightens. 

“Don’t think I forgot about your little stunt, brat.” She shoves you forward. 

“Oh? Has our baby girl been naughty?” Natasha asks, letting out a loud moan when Carol curls her fingers. 

“Our baby girl thought it was appropriate to slap my arse and call me a brat.” 

You snap your head to look at Wanda; eyes wide in shock.

“You said you wouldn’t tell!” 

Wanda shrugs. “I never said such a thing. But maybe now you’ll rethink your actions, detka.”

“Oh, she has been a bad girl.” Carol is grinning against Natasha’s folds.

“And I think I know the perfect punishment…” Wanda replies, squishing your cheeks between her fingers. “Kneel.” 

“No I don’t -” 

“I. Said. Kneel.” 

Wanda’s hands move to your shoulders and she shoves you down to the floor. 

You end up on your knees with Wanda’s hands clamped on your shoulders, painfully close to Natasha and Carol.

“Now, be a good girl and stay put. Mommy needs to get something just for you.” 

You all but sigh in relief when Wanda removes her hands from you and she quickly leaves the room. 

You move on instinct, your knees already sore from the wooden floor. 

But Natasha, even with her eyes shut in pleasure, just knows you’re trying to move and she catches your arm in a vice grip.

“Mommy told you to stay, little one.”

Another harsh tug and you’re pulled forward, landing on your hands, nose bumping into Natasha’s raised leg. 

“I - um -” 

“Why don’t you watch daddy cum, baby girl?” Natasha gyrates her hips on Carol’s face. “Fuck, baby, I’m so close.” 

Natasha’s grip tightens on arm and you wince, automatically pulling away.

“Kiss me.”

You glance at Carol, who is leaning up from Natasha. She’s looking at you with wet lips; her fingers still working in and out of the red head.

“What?”

“You heard me.” Carol says, “kiss me. Come here.” 

You do as you’re told, leaning across to capture Carol’s lips with your own.

You immediately taste Natasha’s arousal. It attacks your senses. 

It coats your lips, fills your mouth and invades your nose. 

You quickly get lost in it, sucking on Carol’s tongue. 

The blonde pulls back, a trail of saliva connecting the two of you. 

“Fuck.” You whimper.

“Now what’s this about you spanking mommy, hmm?” She asks, trailing her thumb across your lip. 

“I didn’t mean it, captain.” You give her your best doe eyed look, sticking out your bottom lip for good measure. 

It only earns a snicker. 

“Nice try, baby.”

And just like that, Carol shoves you away from her. 

With such force that you topple onto your ass. 

Just as Wanda re-enters the room holding a collar and a leash. 

Looming over you, Wanda motions you to sit by her feet. 

You do as you’re told, quickly; earning a soft “Good girl.” to be whispered in your ear. 

You’re far too infatuated with Wanda that you miss Natasha’s eyes rolling to the back of her head as her orgasm rips through her. 

You want nothing more than to watch her fall apart, but the stern look that Wanda gives you is enough to keep you in place. 

“You want to be my good little pet?” she asks, locking the collar around your neck. She checks the tightness and then asks if it feels okay on you. 

You nod and Wanda connects the leash to the heart shaped part of the collar. 

“Then good little pets obey and listen to their owners, do I make myself clear?” 

“Yes, mommy.” 

“I like where this is going.” Carol mutters to Natasha. 

“Come.” 

Crawling behind Wanda’s feet, and earning a few slaps on your ass from the other two women, she moves until she has you kneeling in front of the coffee table. 

You silently watch her as she ties the end of the leash to the table leg. 

“Good little pets also deserve to be punished for spanking their mommies, don’t they?” 

You pout and nod. 

“…yes mommy.” 

Wanda walks back to Natasha and Carol, kissing them both deeply before whispering something into their ears. 

Just quiet enough that you can’t fully make out what she’s saying. 

You’re interested. 

Curious as to what is being said. 

“My devious, devious little switchy.” Natasha grins, pulling Wanda in for another kiss. 

“Maybe this will teach our little brat to think before she acts.” Carol says, glancing at you. 

“Tell her, moya lyubov’.” Natasha tells Wanda. “ So the poor girl doesn’t get into more trouble.” 

“You’re to sit there baby, as Natasha and Carol fuck me. You’re not allowed to be involved. No touching. No whining. No moving. Do I make myself clear?” 

Your face falls. 

Your good girl act crumbles.

The brat inside of you rises up, screaming like a banshee. 

How could they do this to you? Over something so small?! 

Your eye twitches and you open your mouth to fight back. 

“Behave, kitten.” Natasha orders. “Or should I take matters into my own hands and make use of our new paddle?” 

The words die on your tongue. 

Your inner brat dropping to hide once more. 

And now you know exactly why Wanda placed you directly in front of them. 

You’re in the front row seat of torture. 

“That’s what I thought. Dumb baby.” 

“I’ll ask again: do I make myself clear, Y/N?” 

“Yes!” 

A single eyebrow raise.

“Yes, you make yourself clear, mommy.” 

“Such a good little pet.” 

Wanda’s top gets torn off first by Carol, quickly followed by her leggings. 

“You’re gonna make the cutest sounds for us, bunny.” Natasha says, nipping at Wanda’s neck. “All for us.” 

“Yes, daddy.” Wanda replies, letting out a shuddering breath when teeth scrape her collarbone. 

You lick your dry lips, hands curling into fists on your lap.

This is so unfair, so unfair! 

You shuffle forward, yearning to get nearer; eyes watching the two women as they begin to devour Wanda. 

Jealousy pangs through you. 

You swallow what moisture you have in your mouth and try to move forward again. 

Only, this time, the leash prevents you from moving.

It strains, keeping you in your place. 

The collar presses into your neck but you don’t stop. 

You continue to lean forward, determined to be part of the fun happening in front of you.

The table drags loudly against the floor and you instantly freeze, eyes going wide.

Three pairs of eyes turn to look at you. 

“She’s really being determined to be a fucking brat today, isn’t she?” Carol says. “I say we add to her punishment. See if she finally listens then.”

You cower back as Carol approaches, Wanda’s long sleeved shirt in her hands.

Behind her, Natasha pins Wanda down on the sofa and kisses her deeply.

“Now, now,” she says, stroking your cheek. “Less of that. You’re safe, remember. Check in with me.”

“Green…a little yellow, but it’s because I’m nervous.”

Carol smiles, leaning down to kiss you. 

“I’m only going to blindfold you, my love. Is that okay?”

“Yes, it’s okay.” You pout up at her, “just please let me touch you. Please.”

“Poor thing,” Carol quickly kisses you again. “But it’s not me you should have begged to.” 

“Wait -” 

But Carol doesn’t let you finish your sentence; doesn’t let you finish your plea for pleasure. 

She wraps Wanda’s sleeves around your face, tying them behind your head, cutting off your vision of Natasha kissing down Wanda’s stomach. 

“No…” 

You know you look ridiculous but it’s the least of your worries.

Instinct takes over and you go to grab at the offending material over your eyes but Carol’s catches your wrists before you can. 

“Keep them on your thighs and do not move them. There. Some more rules for that pretty head to follow.” Carol says. “Think you can do that?” 

“Um, I think so.”

“I want you to tell me what you’re not allowed to do. Now. Just so I know we’re on the same page, kitten.” 

You open your mouth and Carol leans down to attack your neck. 

You’re not expecting it, caught fully unaware and you let out a startled scream, body jerking back so suddenly that you tumble off your knees and onto your ass.

Again. 

Carol lets you fall and you just know she’s smiling. 

“Mean.”

“Mean?” Carol asks. “No, my sweet, sweet girl; this is mean.”

You’re stripped down to your underwear in record speed, despite how much of a fuss you put up. 

“On your knees.” 

Wanda is whimpering. 

You want nothing more to see what Natasha is doing to her. 

“How? I can’t see.” 

Carol chuckles as Wanda lets out a soft, “Fuck.”

“Ever the fucking brat.” 

One spanked - and slightly redder - ass cheek later, you’re back in your original position with your hands clenched into fists on top of your thighs. 

“Now, what is it you’re not allowed to do, kitten?” she asks. 

“Well I’m not allowed to see for one thing…” 

A hand slithers around your throat and gives you a warning squeeze. 

“With less attitude, darling girl.” 

Hearing Natasha’s voice so close causes you to gasp. 

When did they switch?!

“I’m…not allowed to touch myself…to whine or to move…”

“Annnnd…” Natasha encourages, finger circling your nipple into a hardened point. 

“Please, Captain, please!” Wanda groans from the sofa. 

You shuffle uncomfortably on the floor. 

“I’m not allowed to watch.” You say. “Or move my hands.” 

“Good girl, following my orders so well.” A kiss is pressed to your cheek. “Stay put now, yes? Daddy and Captain want to enjoy their bunny without the disruptions.” 

Without waiting for a reply, Natasha leaves you. 

It doesn’t take long for Wanda to become more vocal. 

Every whimper, every moan is heightened and your body reacts when you hear them.

“Bend your legs for me, bunny.” Carol says as you let out a shaky breath. “Let captain see that gorgeous pussy of yours.” 

God, you’re going to ruin your knickers. 

“Fuck, she’s so wet. It’s dribbling down her thighs.” Carol continues. “Can captain eat your cunt? Make you feel good until you’re cumming on my tongue?” 

Your nails are digging into your palms.

Wanda lets out a loud moan and you almost do too.

“Yes, captain, please!” 

“I just wanna see, please, let me watch.” You beg. 

It goes ignored.

You’re so jealous. 

Natasha and Carol continue their feast.

Blissfully. 

They don’t stop until Wanda is a sobbing mess. 

Until she’s moaning and writhing just for them.

It should be for you. 

You should be making her feel this good.

While Natasha and Carol watch.

It’s not fair. 

By Wanda’s first orgasm, you’ve lost track of how long you’ve been on your knees.

When Wanda cums again, the pins and needles in your legs have set in. 

After her third orgasm, you’re a panting mess; and this is when you’re finally given reprieve. 

The makeshift blindfold is carefully removed from you and it takes a couple of seconds for your eyes to adjust to the lights in the room.

It’s Wanda who crouches in front of you, helping you switch positions so your legs can stretch. 

She smiles lovingly at you, sweat glistening on her forehead.

The smell of sex fills your nose. 

Your mouth waters.

“Have you learnt your lesson, love?” she asks and you all but jump to reply.

“Yes! Yes, mommy I have! I’m so sorry for calling you a brat and spanking your ass!”

Carol and Natasha appear at your sides.

They’re in varied stages of undress: Wanda completely bare, Natasha has nothing but her bra on while Carol has the pair of boxers she wears when wearing your current favourite strap. 

“Will you do it again?” 

Maybe.

“No. I won’t.” 

Wanda cups your face with her hands and kisses you. 

She pulls back and your lips are left still puckered. 

“I know you’re fibbing but I’ll let it slide.” Wanda says. “Staying knelt like that. Are you all needy, baby? Is your pussy soaking wet for us?”

“Mhmm, it is mommy.” You’re pouting again. 

“You look good enough to eat, detka.” 

“Then eat me…”

The three women laugh and it makes you smile. 

“I’m not sure…should we drag your punishment out, baby girl?” Wanda asks. “Make sure you really learnt your lesson?” 

“No!” You look at each one of them frantically. “Please, don’t!”

“Then get your cute ass up those stairs, sweetheart.” Natasha orders. 

“Race you.” Wanda winks. 

The woman jumps to her feet and lets out a startled gasp when Carol drags her back to the floor. 

“Go, baby, go!” The blonde shouts, wrestling to keep Wanda down. 

Natasha helps you up and gives you a shove.

“Go on! Carol won’t be able to hold her forever!”

Grinning, you dart past the two forms wriggling on the floor and charge up the stairs, letting out a frantic laugh when you hear footsteps start to follow you. 

You’re the first to the bedroom and when Carol finally makes it there too, four bodies collide and fall onto the bed in a heap. 

You don’t resurface until the following day.

Your new game, for now, is completely forgotten.

Hope you enjoyed!! Go and take a cold shower, that’s an order😏

Also thank you to Maxy for helping with the gifs! *mwah*

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[futvnvri]

angel (kof) by sunk118

[geminijade]

I Just Ordered the First Three Seasons of Westworld for This Fine Ass Man: Benjamin Barnes/Logan Delos 🥵🔥

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[popcornforone]

Rise

A Frankie “Catfish” Morales Fan Fiction

Well Frankie… sometimes a need just needs a scratch & you were it… so happy Frankie Friday everyone. This is just me getting something out of my system.

Synopsis:- You wake up early & hear a noise… he couldn’t be home could he?

Word count: 2500

Warnings:- DO NOT READ IF YOU ARE UNDER 18! Pure smut hardly any plot. PIV sex, oral, swearing, cream pie, spitting, chocking, talk of masturbation, rough passionate longing sex, home intruder theme to start, description that might go too far. Yes I was feral I needed an outlet okay?!

Thank as always for the read peoples. All feedback is welcome. I hope you enjoy.

As your 6am alarm goes off you whine, your phone buzzing away & you turn over & try & hit the snooze button.

“10 more minutes” you mumble before burying your head back into your pillow. So soft & warm. You pull the bed sheet up a little because it had slipped while you had slept. Your bare back feeling a little chilled as you’d obviously turned in the night. The temptation in your half sleep to slip your hands between your thighs & have a touch. Usually your morning shower gives you the time you need to self pleasure but every now & then an early wake up might require even more moments.

But then your ears prick up. There’s a buzzing coming from the bathroom. Did you leave the extractor fan on over night? That’s what the noise is. You must have done so you burry your head back into the pillow to get a few more minutes sleep. As your legs stretch you do realise the air is slightly damn. No way you think. You didn’t leave a tap on over night. You’re now concerned & you pay a little more attention to the room in a half haze. Eyes adjusting, not wanting to put a light in incase it’s a burglar or something even worse. There’s always a small baseball bat under your side of your bed, for protection. You slowly lean down & grab the handle, as you glimpse at the door. there is a light on & a small moving shadow. Someone or something is in your bathroom. You make sure your breasts are covered & you bring the baseball bat up to the side of the bed, ready to confront who has broken into your apartment & is in the bathroom.

The door flys open & the room bursts into the bright light of the bathroom & fills with the steam from the room flooding your senses. You squint & make sure a hand is on the bat. But then your hand lowers the bat & you sit there open mouthed, eyes popping out of your skull at the sight in front of you.

Today was the 8th.

You’d completely forgotten, it had been so long.

He’d obviously came home from his mission extremely late & had leapt in the shower so not to wake you in bed at 5am. All the sweat & muck from travelling back washed away & gone. He’s not even wearing his hat. That luscious thick mop of hair has been rubbed maybe twice by a towel which is probably more than his body. Yes he has come out of a steam filled hot small bathroom, but there is a lot of hot water on him. His hairy chest glistening. Those broad shoulders calling out for you. Lips that need a kiss. A beard that needs to graze your skin. Powerful thighs ready to keep you in place. The only issue is how he is holding his towel. He’s not wrapped it around him. He is litrally holding it in place to cover his penis. It’s white & crisp the towel. You can see in the reflection of the mirror his Glorious arse & you can see his tip too as he standing legs slightly apart. Yea your man is that big.

“Frankie!?”

“Morning beautiful” he says. A grin on his face, as he sees you look him up & down, knowing you’re admiring everything. He knows he looks good.

“You… you…you’re back!” You stumble through your words, trying to hold back at the fact that you want him to rail you right now.

“Yep, didn’t get back to base til 3am, sorry if I woke you baby, but I needed to see your face before you leave for work, 42 days has seemed like a life time”

“I’d do the hours minutes & seconds but my brain isn’t computing as I’m still half asleep”you giggle & stretch. The baseball bat is in your hands as you do this, so you can show frankie how prepared you were to take someone on, but he’s not paying attention to that. The bed sheet has just dropped down your body. Your erect nipples are on show & he licks his lips expectantly. His own hand loses grip on his towel & it falls to the floor. You eyes now widen at his penis. Long, meaty, veiny, starting to get excited. A small amount of saliver drips down your chin. You grip the bat as if it was his shaft. “I’m awake now”

“Fuck yeah baby” his hand ruffles through his hair, water still falling from it. He takes a few steps & drags the bed sheet off. His eyes dark at the sight that lays before him. “Rise & shine sexy, time for a morning wake up”

He is big & powerful. He has to be for work but he has you quivering beneath him in seconds. Those tree trunk thigh, still damp from the shower touch your own. You toss the baseball bat on the floor as you pull him down on top of you, hands straight into that thick hair, which he tussels abit again. The water dripping onto your hot body, almost sizzling as it lands.

“I missed you frankie”

“Not as much as I missed you” he licks his big flat thumb, a long slow lick. He smirks as he then takes it, trails it down his body inbetween you both, over your tummy & pelvis. It makes contact with your clit at the exact same second his lips find yours.

You don’t know what it would feel like to kiss a rose, but his lips feel soft & look redder than usual, he’s nipping around the edge of your mouth too. It’s more lots of little kisses, which are the same amount of movements as his thumb pleasuring you. He’s addicted to your moans. He asked you before this mission to leave him some voice notes. He’s got off you to going oooh baby every night for the last 42 days. Now he gets to hear it in person. You missed his touch, his skin, his kisses, his teasing & now you’re about to get all of him.

“Oooh baby”his eyes light up as you say that your hand gripping the bedding already.

“So pent up” he says as he slowly parts your legs. “Did you touch yourslef baby? While I was away?” You nod & go hmm & the gasp as his erect penis slides across your clit. Your hand thats not holding onto the bed squeezes his arse & he moans. “My little Princess couldn’t help herself, but it wasn’t me was it”

“No…”

“No what” he says as he withdraws the feeling of his penis on your clit.

“No my sexy catfish”

“Oooh baby, this will make up for those pathetic…. Oooooh nights”

“Jesus ooooh fuck”

“Oooh god”

You’re talking over each other. Frankies been away longer before, but this morning at 6:15am the stretch of him filling your cunt up has you both concerned your gonna cum instantly. He stalls on his second thrust as you both talk & moan over each other. When it’s one of you this feral it’s easy to control but when it’s both of you there’s not much hope.

“Frankie oooh Frankie” he then kisses you & pushes all the way in. Loud moans come from the kiss from you both, even though your mouths are tied together. Oooh that talented tongue, you know that will make you scream in another way later. His eyes flicker open & make eye contact & he slowly pulls back from the kiss but leaves his penis buried inside you, & by inside he’s balls deep, any further & he’d be in your ribs. Youre filled.

“Sorry baby, I don’t want to cum in 11 seconds” he says & slowly starts to rock in & out taking his time.Hes got an arm wrapped underneath you while the others hand is stroking your body, which is very damp from his residue of shower water.

“Make it last Frankie” he stretches & he somehow goes even deeper. You grab fist fulls of his hair & he starts to move more. A slow pace soon becomes delicious.

“Oooh baby girl, you know I will” he’s got the devil in his eyes, a naughty glint as he finds his rhythm knowing he’s not going to coat your walls straight away. “Fuck… missed you, missed this cunt” your head is rolling back. “Come let your hand join in the fun baby.” You don’t need to be asked twice. But as your hand goes to start it’s stroking, he snatches & grabs your hand & sucks all of your dainty fingers. You moan at the sensation of that & the way you’re being satisfied as he fucks into you.

“Frankie”

“Gonna taste all of you sexy” & he then lets some saliva drip onto your fingers before letting your hand go. You are glad it’s your hand now, it’s sopping from Frankies exploits but you know just how to rub your nub to make sure you keep going. Frankies own large hands grip into your hip. His face is already straining.

“Fuck oh god”

“You like that sexy”

“Yes Frankie”

“Gonna cum? Gonna be a little slut & show me how much you missed me?” He’s brought up the word slut. The way he always says that word is so deep & always arouses you. Your friction increases your legs opening more. Moans escape you both.

“Oooh I missed the moans”

“Frankie oooh fuck yes yes yesssss” your first orgasm hits. Your body trembling. Your soul feels like it’s left your body. As your mind explodes frankie quickly withdraws & spins you so your on your front, lying flat on the bed, your own cum dripping onto the sheets.He holds your head in place as he lies almost flat on top of you. You didn’t have time to register that he’d withdrawn or complain. He’s back inside your core, his favourite warm soft spot, furvently thrusting again. Your arms stretch out ahead of you onto the pillow. One of his handslock with yours. Your two & his one gripping onto each other & the bed. You whine & moan into the pillow. You then screech as your arse is slapped.

“Frankie fuck Frankie” you can imagine the site of your pussy so sensitive being almost split open each time with his girth length. He’s so large & his pace is blistering. His weight on top of you as you lay face down makes the experience even more pleasurable but your just happy frankie is not only live, but home. Morning sex is a bonus.

“Oooooh yessss fuck” he cries. It almost feels like he’s in your stomach. He’s so deep & he is wrecking your core. Even for Frankies usual lustful approach to sex, this is more than he has done in a long time.

“Oooooh yes yes yes yes ooooh yes oooooohhhhh” you mumble into the pillow. But your not face down for long. A large hand take you by the neck to lift your head up & you grip the bed even more.

“Didnt hear you sexy” Frankie whines. “Be more vocal wake the town up”

“Frankie” the grip tightens.

“More”

“I want more Frankie” slap against your arse

“Slut”

“Fucker”

“Oooh fuck” he grips your neck even more. Your body is still flat beneath him but if he keeps pushing at this rate you’ll be a pretzel against the headboard. Your body jolts with each thrust. You know the face he’s pulling. Because you know how much your face is probably contorting. Your eyes rolling into the back of your head as he pounds at your body.

“More Frankie fuck ooooh yes”

“God you’re so tight today” another smack. “Missed you & ooooh fuck fuck yea missed this cunt, missed you moan” he grips tighter & uses his fingers to twist your head by then chin so you can see his own face. There’s is his red sweaty exasperated face, teeth grinding just centemiters away. You pant & look up at him your mouth opening, gasping for any air at all.

“You want some?” Its strained his voice & you nod & Frankie spits in your mouth. The sweet taste of his saliva on your lips. You know he does this if he wants you for more than just what he’s getting. You both have needs but sometimes Frankie’s are heightened. “Good girl” his eyes light up. A frenzied kiss is sealed on your lips before he lets go of your neck & pushes your head into the pillow.

Frankie was already going at a pace but this was having you quiver beyond belief. Screaming his name into the pillow. Your orgasm makes your whole body shake as you lie exhausted into the matress. He’s still pulsing away.

“God oh fuck fuck oooooohhh yessssss baby” he screeches, cumming hard, spraying his seed inside you. Your already drenched core filled to the brim, you know there’s gonna be a little bit of a mess when he withdraws. Your head is free from his hand & you raise it from the pillow, both your body’s shuddering as you get the air back into your lungs. You moan as he removes his penis, but then you quiver. Feeling his nose just below your arse as he licks up the essence dripping from your early morning pleasure. Frankie the king of oral. Oooooos escape your mouth but then stop as he rolls to the left of you.

“Fuck baby” he says looking up at the ceiling, his erection still firm. He takes his hand & starts to stroke. It makes his large hands look small. You slowly roll over & start to cress & kiss his chest before resting your head on it.

“Call in sick?” He does his big brown puppy dog eyes at you. It’s not an ask it’s a request.

“I have a presentation today Frankie I can’t just…” his lips find yours.

“Keep work words out of your mouth baby.” He says once you break”I’m home & I want to make up for lost time”

“My presentation isn’t until 2pm, I can work from home” your use air quotes & smirk at him.

“That’s my girl.” He says kissing your forehead. “Save your voice”

“& you think me being with you will save my voice” you roll your eyes. Knowing how vocal you’ve both just been.

“Good point” he laughs.

“I can keep my mouth occupied” you start kissing his chest more.

“Oooh kisses, I have missed them”

“Oooh I was thinking more than kisses Frankie” you’ve reached his happy trail. Your own much smaller hand joining his to encourage his erection.

“Oooh baby”

“Oooh Frankie” it’s not long before your hands are replace by your mouth to make sure you have a taste of this beautiful morning.

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[shaykesqueer]

GUYS.

For the love of GOD. If you are a MINOR I do not WANT you INTERACTING with ANY of my posts.

If you are a minor: Do not like, do not reblog, DO NOT ADD PHOTOS OF YOURSELF ON MY POSTS JESUS CHRIST

My blog is 18+ for a reason.

I’m going to start adding MDNI tags on ALL my posts. Learn. To. READ. Or you will get fucking blocked.

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[universitypenguin]

The Princess and the Lawyer - Part I

Summary: Lloyd catches you crying at work.

Word Count: 3,045

Warnings: Suggestive content, inappropriate for minors but no outright explicit writing. (18+ readers only. No minors.) Foul language, references to criminal activity, internal angst from the reader. Mentions of virginity. Implied cheating by the reader’s ex-boyfriend.

My Masterlist

Part I

“Why are you crying?”

You wiped away the tears and turned so the man darkening your door couldn’t see your wet cheeks.

“I’m not.”

Your ragged breath and trembling voice said otherwise.

Lloyd Hansen strode into your office and came around the desk. He propped himself on the edge, crossed his ankles and reclined back, studying you from his towering height. He shoved his hands in his pockets and regarded your poorly concealed distress.

“Bullshit.”

You sniffed to push back the tears that had drained into your sinuses and searched a drawer for more tissues. From the corner of your eye, you saw Lloyd glance into the wastebasket. It was overflowing, since you’d spent the last fifteen minutes filling it with half a box of Kleenex. Lloyd reached into his breast pocket and held out a fresh tissue.

“Here.”

You took it with a mumbled thanks.

“What’s wrong, princess?”

You shook your head.

“It’s not any one thing. It’s just a bunch of stuff all bottled up, and it happened to all come pouring out… right now.”

You wiped your nose and tried to smile.

It didn’t persuade Lloyd. He crossed his arms over a well-built chest.

“Is Weston giving you trouble again?”

“No, no.”

At the mention of your supervisor’s name, you couldn’t help but scrunch your nose.

“I overheard him giving you grief about the Collins report an hour ago. You’ve got to speak up, Princess. The bastard has been walking all over you.”

“I finished the Collins report early.”

Lloyd’s eyebrows went up.

“Because Weston has been riding you for it?”

“No. The security company sent me their report this morning, so I finished it. When Weston hassled me, I told him he was out of line and I’d send him a copy of the report as soon as you approved it.”

A deep chuckle sounded from Lloyd’s chest. He let his head fall back and snickered, likely imagining the expression on Weston Tafferty’s turtle-like face.

“Atta girl, princess. You did good. I guess I owe you a drink now, don’t I?”

You perked up at the reminder of the drink Lloyd had promised you, as a reward once you put Weston in his place.

“I could use one tonight.”

“Come on, let’s grab that cocktail over dinner. I’m starving.”

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Weston Tafferty was a gaslighting jerk. His style of communication differed from anyone you’d ever worked with before. He suggested, implied, and always left you guessing what he really meant. You were used to people who were direct. It was why you’d clicked with Lloyd, though at first you had despised him.

Lloyd despised Weston with a passion. He’d run the man off on his second day in the office and hadn’t dealt with him since. You weren’t as lucky. Though you worked with Lloyd almost exclusively as a research assistant for Bishop & Howard, you were under the authority of the paralegal team. Weston had joined the firm as lead paralegal six weeks ago and begun his insidious campaign to drive you insane within days.

It was as if he resented your assignment as Lloyd’s personal researcher and needed to bring you to heel. Lloyd had dismissed Weston immediately. He figured the matter was closed until this month, when he’d walked in on Weston upbraiding you for skipping a paralegal team meeting. It had been humiliating and then disastrous when Lloyd had gotten in Weston’s face and took the matter to Mr. Bishop himself.

Bluntness, thy name is Lloyd Hansen.

You’d ended up in the corner office with the firm’s senior partner for half an hour, explaining the problem. The problem, as Bishop had summed it up, was: Weston is squirrelly and interfering. Because of his micromanagement, you can’t do your job, which pisses off Lloyd. Nobody liked it when Lloyd was in a bad mood.

He was the head of the investigative wing of Bishop & Howard. Underneath him was a team of three lawyers and, by technicality, you. Lloyd had joined the firm just before you had begun your internship there almost four years ago. Completing an internship was a degree requirement for your criminal justice program. You’d clashed with Lloyd, then learned he wasn’t as awful as he seemed in your first impressions of him. He respected your work and rewarded it by stealing you away from your internship and training you to be his personal research assistant. You loved the variety of investigations. Everything from insurance fraud in an art theft to preparations for murder trials and divorce cases had come across your desk.

You’d become the office’s ‘Lloyd whisperer’ for your ability to tame the sharp tongued beast. When Bishop had offered you a job after graduation, it surprised no one.

He came to the firm with a shadow hanging over his head. The Princeton pedigree, followed by a stint at King’s College, was blacked out by his involvement in a major European scandal. He’d practiced corporate law on the continent after leaving ‘government work.’ You had never found out what kind of government work he’d done, but rumor had it he’d been in the CIA. The news article on his trial in France for unlawful imprisonment, kidnapping, and witness intimidation had corroborated those claims.

During your internship, Lloyd’s reputation had been horrid. His snarl was already a legend in the office by the time you’d gone toe to toe with him. But somehow he’d become your best friend. You realized he felt genuine remorse for his actions in Europe and could see the effort he was putting into the second chance Mr. Bishop had given him.

Did he have rough edges? Yes. Were his people skills lacking? Also, yes. But his issue wasn’t a lack of emotion. He had feelings. It was in expressing them he was handicapped. The second thing you realized was that he was alone. No friends, no family, not even a pet. His ugly reputation followed him everywhere, and it disturbed you to see how unkind people could be. They judged him before they met him.

Those remarks were illuminating because of how they affected Lloyd. His eyes would drop. He’d struggle with eye contact, but make it anyway, holding his ground. The set of his broad shoulders might have gone stiff, and his jaw would clench, but he showed shame more than anything. He never spoke about the incident with you.

It wasn’t something he needed to discuss. You accepted the hard man for who he was and then came to love him for it. Three years had gone by from internship to employment, and then turned into an uncomplicated friendship. You loved being the one who could snap Lloyd out of his dark moods. He barked at other members of the staff, glared, seethed with bitter sarcasm, but he’d unwind for you.

A crazy side of you - one that you would often beat back - longed to bridge the gap. You wanted to help him grow back the damaged parts of his heart. The man was an iceberg. Even three years of knowing him hadn’t revealed everything you wanted to uncover. But of course, you were sane. You knew your limits.

Fixing Lloyd Hansen’s level of brokenness was above your ability.

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“The way you react to him is just weird. If I spoke to you like he did, you’d hang me out the fourth-floor window by my toenails.”

You sloshed the wine in your glass, watching it swirl.

“I don’t want to talk about Weston anymore.”

“We’re not talking about Weston,” Lloyd said. “We’re talking about you. You’ve been acting weird.”

“He’s a whole other category of asshole, okay? I’ve never come across a specimen quite like him before. And I hope I never do again. The world couldn’t handle two Weston Tafferties.”

“Don’t even bring it up while I have a full stomach, Princess.”

You laughed. “Fair.”

Lloyd sipped his whiskey and eyed you over the rim of his glass. He sat opposite you, in a horse-shoe shaped booth against the east wall of the Chinese restaurant. It was a place you frequented together to celebrate finished cases and blow off steam before the weekend. Song-Li, the restaurant’s host, noticed Hansen and approached your table with a wide smile. The men exchanged greetings in Mandarin and spoke rapid fire as you settled back to listen.

Lloyd was doing better at making friends. He’d mentioned reconnecting with some of his old government friends in the area, which had worried you at first. The concern he might leave Bishop & Howard made you anxious. Instead, he went out to brunch and played golf. It was ridiculous how happy you were that Lloyd was playing golf with a bunch of ex-military men. His friends occasionally stopped by the office, sporting regulation haircuts and uneven tans on their hands. This also made you feel giddy. Lloyd had friends and a hobby. You were expecting a pet in the future, maybe even this year.

“Are you tired?”

The question took you by surprise. “No, I’m alright.”

Lloyd’s eyes narrowed. Song-Li was back at his podium, handing menus to a couple. You wondered how long you’d been off in your own world.

“Why were you crying? What’s going on with you, Princess?”

His question made you recoil, sinking into the vinyl upholstery. The inquiry turned your mind from the safe, happy thoughts of Lloyd adopting a dog to your issues. He scooted closer to your side of the horseshoe booth.

“Look, I’m sorry about-” you waved your hand in reference to the crying incident, but didn’t know what to call it. “It was unprofessional.”

“Did I say that?”

“No. But crying women aren’t exactly your forte.”

“Are they any man’s?”

You choked out a laugh. “Touché.”

“Answer the question. What the fuck happened, Princess? Don’t say ‘nothing.’ I know you. You don’t cry over nothing.”

“I… uh…”

Your breathing accelerated as emotions bubbled up again. You buried your head in your hands.

“Is it your family? Your parents? Are you sick?”

“No, nothing like that… it's personal. Not family. But, uh-,”

“Don’t tell me you were crying because the fuck boy. What, he broke it off? That’s why you were crying?! Princess…”

Lloyd’s eyes shot blue sparks, but it was the disappointment in his voice that stung. How he’d phrased the comment added insult to injury. You snapped at him.

“He wasn’t a fuck boy! He was nice, and we were dating.”

“That guy wanted one thing and one thing only. Trust me.”

Humiliation made your cheeks burn.

“Lloyd, shut up. He’s moving to Saudi Arabia. Neither of us wanted to do the long distance thing, so we called it.”

There was no answer. You peeked up through your lashes to check his reaction and found his expression was murderous. But he wasn’t looking at you. His gaze was fixed over the top of your head on the door. Following his line of sight, you gasped.

Speak of the devil and he shall appear. Aiden LeDoux stood in the foyer, a pack of his friends crowded around him. You could recognize a couple of them, but most of the faces were unfamiliar. A petite blonde tugged on Aiden’s shoulder. He bent down so she could speak into his ear. Reasonable, since the chattering of the restaurant patrons was a dull roar. But something in the casual way she touched him triggered a female instinct that had your heart dropping to the pit of your stomach. The savory after taste of orange chicken turned sour in your mouth.

Aiden had been playing you.

A warm hand grasped your arm. The seat cushions sank, tilting you to the side, as Lloyd moved around the center of the curved booth. He settled beside you, so close his body brushed against yours. His hand stroked the length of your upper arm, starting from your elbow up to your shoulder. You turned away from the disturbing sight to stare at the back wall.

“Well, fuck me.”

The epithet was befitting and ironic at the same time.

You giggled, and it triggered an avalanche. Your shoulders shook. Giggles dissolved into peels of laughter as tension crumbled into flippancy.

Aiden had fucked you over.

Except he hadn’t fucked you, which was the problem.

At twenty-three years old, you were a certified virgin. It sucked. Aiden had been your carefully selected partner to help you remedy that status. If he’d taken care of your problem last week, tonight wouldn’t feel like such a crushing blow. You would be initiated into the world of sex and the uncomfortable challenge of losing your V-card forever in the rearview. Now, you were stuck. There were no new candidates on the horizon to help you with this stubborn little issue.

You were going to die a virgin.

“Settle down,” Lloyd said. “He didn’t see us.”

Your hands clenched into fists. “This is perfect. He was probably doing her the whole time.”

Maybe that was why he’d skipped out early on your date last week. The blonde girl was waiting on him.

“Come here.”

Lloyd curled his arm around your shoulders and drew you against his side. You leaned into the embrace and sighed.

His display of affection wasn’t entirely unexpected. He was getting better at the physical aspect of emotional expression, if not the verbal component. You sank further into his chest and out of Aiden’s sight.

“What do you think?”

“He’s a douche. Don’t spare him the time of day.”

“Not him, the blonde. Did you see them? They looked way too comfortable.”

“Maybe she’s his ex or something.”

“That’s pretty familiar for an ex.”

“Look at us right now. Would you buy that we’re just friends?”

You shifted your weight, tucking yourself closer to Lloyd’s muscular chest. He was warm and you were chilled. The air conditioning was cranked up to the maximum in the small room. It didn’t help that you were also processing the shock of Aiden’s betrayal. Lloyd rubbed your arm, his body molding itself against yours.

“Princess, don’t look now, but he just sat down at a table. Your eight o’ clock position.”

You stiffened.

“Shhh… It’s okay. Don’t worry about him.”

“Worry? I’d like to slap him.”

“For not inviting you to his going away party?”

You glanced over and saw Aiden accepting a red gift bag with sparkly tissue paper from the blonde.

“So, he breaks up with me, then parties with his friends and his ex. My taste in men is fantastic.”

Your wine glass was empty. The tumbler of amber liquid Lloyd had ordered sat by his elbow. You reached across the table and swiped it.

“Hey!”

“I need this.”

You tossed back the drink, gritting your teeth at the burn, and coughed.

“Whoa. Slow down.”

Lloyd patted your back to soothe your coughing fit.

“Trust me, that stuff isn’t your speed.”

“It’s exactly my speed tonight. Excuse me?”

You flagged down a passing waiter and asked for a refill. Lloyd sighed.

“Is he worth all this?”

“What do you mean? I’m upset. He’s taking off to the end of the earth and I didn’t even get to…”

You broke off and clamped your lips together, holding back the rest. Lloyd was your closest friend, but he was also a man. He wasn’t who you chatted about sex with.

“You deserve better than a selfish prick. I knew he was trash when he showed up late to your first date.”

The waiter brought your drink. You picked up the glass and stared into it as if it were a crystal ball. Maybe if you focused your energy on it hard enough, it would show you your future. Would you die a virgin? Or perhaps there was a man out there, somewhere, who you could trust to complete the deed.

“Fuck boy just spotted us. The look on his face is priceless.”

Your head turned, but Lloyd placed his hand on your chin. His fingers curled around your jaw and controlled the movement before you could look.

“Ignore him. Focus on me.”

The buzz from your first drink was starting to hit. You picked up the fresh glass and took a small sip, cautious of the burn. When you were done, Lloyd took it from you and tossed back most of the liquid.

“That was rude. Loosen up - I’m over age.”

“Duly noted. When you wake up tomorrow without a massive hangover, you can thank me.”

Liquor was really starting to hit now. You sank into Lloyd’s side and examined the half full glass with a frown.

“This stuff tastes nasty. They should give bigger portions though.”

“No, they definitely shouldn’t.”

You didn’t want your pleasant buzz to fade so you forced down the rest. Lloyd turned, and pretending to adjust his hold on you, glanced left, to where Aiden sat. A gentle pressure from his hand on your back urged you closer. In your buzzed state, you eagerly took the invitation and tangled your arms around his neck.

“What cologne do you use? It smells amazing.”

He chuckled. “Does it? C’mere, take a whiff.”

You nuzzled his throat and breathed deeply. His hand stroked down to your hips. Lloyd tugged you a few inches closer. Your knee bumped the table stand and you winced.

“Sorry, Princess.”

He reached down, scooped up both your legs in one arm, and hauled them into his lap. You slid forward on the vinyl. The movement brought the backs of your thighs flush with the top of his. Your knees dangled in the space between his splayed legs. He curled his right arm around your shoulders and kissed your forehead.

“Comfy?”

You tilted your head back and grinned up at him. The effect of the alcohol surged in your blood, even more potent when combined with the drugging pleasure of his affection.

“Mmmhmm. You’re a really good cuddler.”

Lloyd smirked as your head lolled against his shoulder in a drunken state of relaxation.

“Y/N… uh, hey, I thought I saw you over here.”

Your eyes lifted to meet Aiden LeDoux’s unhappy stare. His lips compressed into a flat line and he regarded the man you were snuggling with suspicion.

“Who’s this?”

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Next - Part Two

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