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[bi-bard]

Tell Me All the Secrets You’ve Been Hiding - Cal Roberts Imagine (The Path)

Title: Tell Me All the Secrets You’ve Been Hiding

Pairing: Cal Roberts X Reader

Based On: Sex Not Violence

Word Count: 1,190 words

Warning(s): using affection to get someone to talk about their trauma (don't do that; you can comfort, don't force it), description of bad parents

Summary: Cal wants to know more about a new resident to the compound. (Y/n) wants to focus on literally anything else.

Author's Note: Oh, look, another Hugh Dancy character. That's a fucking shock.

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Staying at the compound for the Meyerist Movement was not part of my plan. I don't know if it ever would have been.

But here I was, walking along the grounds like I had been there forever. I had gotten comfortable there. Very comfortable.

It was late. Most people were either already asleep or getting ready to be. I couldn't sleep. I wanted to be able to look around the compound without anyone interrupting me.

I must've gotten lost in thought.

I couldn't remember walking into the chapel. I just kind of found myself there.

It looked weirder in the dark without anyone there.

"(Y/n)?"

I looked to the door, immediately recognizing whose voice it was.

"Cal," I grinned at him.

He had been the one to find me. He led me to the compound when I needed a safe place. I had kind of latched onto him. He was the first person that I had started to trust. The only person that I felt like I could rely on.

"Am I... Am I not supposed to be in here," I asked, pointing around.

"No, no, you're fine."

I nodded.

"Did you need something," he offered. "Time alone or... anything, really?"

I shook my head. "I've gotten so used to following everyone around constantly. I wanted to see the compound without the crowd. Not that I don't like the people here. I just get a bit overwhelmed."

He grinned. "It's okay."

I went back to looking around the building.

"You've been here for a while," he noted. I nodded, not looking at him. "Have you reached out to your family? At all?"

I felt a wave of nervousness roll through me. "I... Can we talk about something else?"

"Why?"

"It's just not important," I shrugged. "This building is lovely."

"(Y/n)."

"Cal," I mimicked his stern tone as I looked back at him.

He started walking over to me. "You have been here for a while yet have disclosed none of your past. I would like to know you."

I paused for a moment, contemplating my choices. I could tell him everything and deal with the consequences. Or I could deny it and try to move on without ever thinking about my life before the movement.

That would be much easier.

"You don't actually want to talk about that," I shook my head. "It doesn't matter. I'm here now."

"I wouldn't ask if I didn't find it important."

I stepped forward, reaching out to touch his sides. "I've done everything you've asked of me. Listened to every word and completed every task. I did that for you."

Cal tensed but he didn't move away from me. I leaned over, speaking directly into his ear.

"Is that not enough," I whispered.

It was just meant to be a distraction. Hoping for a lapse in his self-control so I can avoid this conversation for a little bit longer.

"I thought you did those things for your faith," he said. I leaned back, disappointed that my plan didn't actually work.

"Not at first," I confessed. I stepped back, going to sit on the edge of his little stage. "You were my main motivation. You were the one that found me. That brought me here. Are you surprised that I wanted to do whatever it took for you to not leave me?"

He tilted his head a bit at me. Something clicked in his mind. I could see it.

"You were... you are all that I want," I continued. "I would do almost anything you asked of me."

I watched him step toward me.

I looked away from him as he got closer.

He reached out and cupped the side of my face, turning me back to look up at him. I wanted to hide again. His eyes were looking right through me. Like he could read every last thought without me saying anything.

"I have an offer for you," he said. "If you'll hear it."

I nodded. Of course, I would.

He took a knee in front of me. His hand remained on the side of my face. I had to fight the urge to lean into his touch.

"Answer my questions," he explained. "And I'll be sure that you get what you want."

I furrowed my eyebrows. He leaned over and pressed a kiss to my cheek. It clicked. Him.

He leaned back, grinning at me. "Is that okay?"

I nodded before the logical side of my brain could talk me out of it. All I had been craving for months, years even, was affection. True affection. Cal was the first person I had actually tied to that need. He was offering me that on a silver platter.

"Why did you stay," he asked.

"Um, well," I let out a breath. "I didn't have anywhere to go."

His hands moved to hold mine. "No one to go find?"

"No one worth my time," I muttered. "Don't talk to my family very much."

I very distinctly remember not wanting to talk about this. Cal nodded, pressing a kiss to my knuckles. I watched him closely. I had never been so nervous around someone. The only reason my leg wasn't shaking was that I was scared that I was going to knee him in the face by accident.

He leaned back enough to look at me properly. "Why?"

I hesitated for a moment. My mouth opened and closed a few times.

"(Y/n)," Cal pushed.

"We didn't click," I explained as best I could. "I wanted to be able to feel my emotions truly. Cry when I needed to cry. Yell when I needed to yell. They wanted a child that was a robot. Kicked me out due to my 'outbursts'."

I had gotten so used to locking all of that off. Not telling anyone. It was too much. It either overwhelmed them or they thought I was overdramatic.

Cal's jaw clenched for a moment. I don't know why, but I assumed he was upset at me. I looked down, waiting for him to snap at me or yank his hands away or something.

He didn't.

He leaned over and pressed a kiss to my cheek. He paused there for a few moments. I could feel my face warming up as he did.

I didn't let him get far when he tried to lean back.

I leaned forward, pressing my lips to his properly for the first time. My hands moved to grab onto the fabric of his shirt. There were tears rolling down my face. I could feel them. I didn't want to answer any more questions.

Cal didn't seem to want any more answers. His hand cupped the side of my face.

He leaned back a few moments later. He used his thumb to wipe away the tears that were falling.

"Are you okay," he asked.

I nodded, "Yeah. Yeah. It wasn't you."

"You're sure?"

"Yeah," I looked down at my hand still grabbing his shirt. "I am completely sure."

I pulled him back into another kiss. I accepted that this was the best place for me. This was home. With Cal was home.

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Author's Note: No one bullies me as much as I bully myself for writing about so many Hugh Dancy characters.

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[melk917]

Wet T-Shirt; No Contest

Summary: "Oh for Christ's sake, Jackson. You couldn't be subtle to save your life. You're not fooling anyone."

This bit of summer filth was co-written with @lannister-slings-and-arrows

Written for @pascalispretty , @melk917 , and @lannister-slings-and-arrows's Wet Hot Summer Bingo filling the Backyard Barbecue square.

Cross-posted to AO3

Warnings: sex (p. in v.), oral sex (f receiving), teasing, swearing, references to getting caught and enjoying it

Pairing: Jackson Neill x Katie D'Amico (OC)

Rating: E

Word Count: 7,453

“Jesus, Katie, take a picture–it’ll last longer,” Wendy laughed, nudging Katie playfully with her shoulder as she came up behind her. Katie had been lingering at one of the four different snack tables that Jackson demanded she help set up that morning, which were now almost buckling under the weight of all the food they had laid out. His annual Fourth of July party was An Event–something he and all of his friends looked forward to for the entire year. He took the planning and execution of it very seriously. 

Katie started, brought back to the present from the sight of Jackson locked in a water fight with his kids, but didn't miss a beat when she smirked and hit back.

“Been there, done that, have the evidence on my phone if you want to see it.”

Wendy paused, clearly considering the offer. Katie was sometimes hit with the sense that the friendship she had with Jackson’s ex wife was a little… strange. To say the least. But it made her life easier so she wasn’t going to examine it too closely. It helped that Wendy wasn’t easily ruffled and was genuinely happy that Jackson was happy. And the older woman didn't make it weird when she had caught Katie and Jackson on his couch that one time. 

(Okay, those few times. And the close call that time before they’d actually met. She had let Jackson get through an entire conversation with her, his face reeking of pussy, with no comment. Well, not a lot of comments. And only a few smirks.)

Wendy had actually been witness to, or nearly witness to, a lot of things a normal ex-wife would not take as nonchalantly. Katie had been a little suspicious until they got drunk together and Wendy told her about the various positions and places she and Jackson had gotten caught in, and by whom, and Katie started to see the common denominator: Jackson.

He was a shameless exhibitionist and all-around bad influence. 

“Hmm, tempting,” Wendy mused, reaching around Katie for a few carrots. “But I’ve been there, done that. Except my evidence is only on hard copy.” 

Katie snorted, meeting Wendy’s eye, and the older woman waggled her eyebrows in response. Grinning and laughing, Katie shook her head. 

“Touché.”  

Still chuckling, she turned back to watch as Jackson tore across the lawn, yelling and laughing, with Robbie and Hannah hot on his heels and their extremely large, obnoxiously colored Super Soakers aimed directly at their father. 

They must have been waging a prolonged assault; Jackson's white t-shirt was already more transparent than not and his jeans clung tightly to his thighs. He made quite the picture. He ducked and dodged and had gotten a few shots in of his own when Hannah tossed her soaker to the side, its tank empty. But he hardly had a chance to celebrate before she grabbed a pitcher off the drinks table and threw it at him, drenching him with a wave of ice water. Jackson yelped at the cold shock and both kids yelled triumphantly as they rushed him, working in a rare moment of sibling unity. They brought him down and he howled in vain for a referee as he landed on his ass.

Wendy crunched on another carrot as she watched her children take aim at their father from point-blank range with the remaining super soaker and a water balloon or two that appeared seemingly from nowhere.

“It seems like he might be in need of assistance,” she suggested blandly, lips quirked up in a small smirk as he yelped again, taking another water balloon to the face.

“You think?” Katie cocked her head, eyes hot on the soft, tanned curve of his belly that peeked out as his shirt rucked up in the struggle. 

“He’s your problem now. I happily signed those obligations away years ago.”

“Finders keepers and all that?” Katie drawled and wiped her hands on her shorts. Wendy laughed.

“Exactly.” She patted Katie’s arm and shrugged. “I’m sure I could come up with a very professional, very ‘psychiatrist’ analogy about passing the torch to my younger replacement but the bare bones of it is that I don’t want to get hit with any water balloons that my daughter may or may not still have hidden somewhere on her person. So go get ‘em, tiger.” 

Katie was tempted to stick her tongue out at her but just sighed and rolled her eyes, laughing as she tossed her empty beer can in the recyclables and headed out onto the lawn to save her boyfriend.

Katie pulled level, hands on her hips, and peered down at Jackson where he was sprawled on the grass, his chest heaving as he tried to catch his breath from laughing. His cheeks were flushed pink from the exertion and the sun and a grin split his face.

“I was told there was a damsel in distress that needed rescuing.” Katie smirked, holding out a hand. He reached up and grabbed her forearm, his broad palm warm against her skin, letting her pull him to his feet before turning that big grin on her.

“My hero.” He laid his free hand on his forehead and pretended to swoon into her.

Katie rolled her eyes, catching him by his upper arms and shoving him back before he could press against her and soak her clothes too. She could feel the flex and pull of his biceps as he straightened, and her eyes were immediately drawn to his nipples; dark, hard, and obvious through the soaked shirt.

The fabric clung everywhere, tight across the expanse of his pecs and hugging his belly. Even the soft, dark trail of hair that ran down his torso and disappeared under the waist of his jeans was visible.

Katie’s lips parted, tongue darting out unthinkingly to moisten them as she took in everything in front of her.

“I’m up here, babe,” Jackson’s voice came a moment later, thick with amusement. A smirk curled the edge of his mouth as Katie dragged her gaze back up, cheeks hot with the flush of being caught. Irritatingly, he just looked pleased.

Katie cleared her throat and took half a step back, trying to put space between them before she gave into temptation and slid her hands up under his shirt to feel his hot skin under her palms.

“Looks like they got you pretty good.”

Jackson ran his hand across his chest and laughed, gripping the soaked fabric and tugging a little.  

“Yeah, looks like it. Well. Only one thing for it.” He met Katie’s gaze and winked, grabbing the hem of the soaked shirt and pulling it over his head in a single, smooth motion. He shook the shirt out before twisting it in his hands, wringing out as much water as he could.

Katie was only human–her eyes were drawn to his bare skin now on display. She watched as errant drops of water dripped from his hair to his chest, sliding over the curve of his pecs and catching in the curls of hair between them.

“Looks like I need to get changed,” he heaved an exaggerated sigh, as though this hadn’t been his plan all along.

Katie watched a particularly bold drop of water as it made its way down his stomach and slipped under the waistband of his pants. They were saturated, fabric molded over the telling curve of his cock. Not hard, but not uninterested either.

She lifted her eyes to meet his and raised an eyebrow, jerking her chin at his growing problem. 

“Yeah. Those jeans are gonna chafe.”

He hummed thoughtfully. 

“You know…Wet denim is quite hard to manage. I might need some help getting my pants off…” He smirked, cocking his hips to show off even more.

“Oh for Christ’s sake, Jackson,” Wendy rolled her eyes from where she was now standing off to the side helping Robbie with his Super Soaker. “You couldn’t be subtle to save your life. You’re not fooling anyone.”

Jackson shot her a grin in response, absolutely unrepentant. 

“Never claimed I was trying to be.” He turned back to Katie. “Come on, babe. Help a damsel in distress? Jeans can be kind of tricky after all…” He pouted at her, but the mischief in his eyes ruined the effect completely. 

Katie rolled her eyes at his over-the-top performance, yet couldn’t entirely bite back the amused twitch of her lips.

Jackson caught the tiny motion and jumped on the crack in her armor. He held his hand out, wiggling his fingers at her. 

“Look at me, baby, I’m a poor, helpless, innocent lamb. With no ulterior motive whatsoever.” 

Wendy huffed and Katie laughed, distracted enough that Jackson was able to grab her hand and start to tow her through his guests and into the house. 

“Absolutely everyone is going to know exactly what’s going on here,” she pointed out breathlessly, laughing as he slid the back door closed behind them and muffled the noise of the party. “You’re a grown-ass man. You can absolutely dress yourself.” 

“That contradicts what you’ve told me at least a hundred times since we’ve met. Really, Mary Katherine, you can’t have it both ways,” Jackson admonished, smirking over his shoulder at her. Katie glared. 

“Call me that again and you won’t have thumbs to dress yourself with,” she warned, dodging someone coming back from the bathroom and following Jackson up the stairs. “And don’t think I missed that crack about my jeans, buddy. It was noted and not appreciated.”

Jackson once again did his best impression of an unrepentant school boy, grinning at her and carelessly shrugging one shoulder. She tried not to smile back at that stupid smirk on his dumb face, wishing this whole routine didn’t work on her quite so effectively.

“You needed my help then…how about you return the favor now?”

“Watch it, Dr. Neill,” Katie warned, her finger raised for emphasis. “Just for that, you aren’t getting a blowjob.” 

Jackson turned around as he got to the top of the stairs and tugged Katie up the rest of the way. Pressing close, his hands fell to her hips as he backed her against the wall.

“That’s fine,” he rumbled, voice low. “As long as I can get my mouth on you so you can soak my face before I fuck you hard and fast against the dresser."

Katie’s breath caught and a small moan slipped out, unbidden. Jackson smirked in response and brushed his nose along her cheek, his breath warm and teasing across her skin, making her shiver.

“That–” Katie winced at how breathy her voice was and cleared her throat, deciding to ignore how smug that all made him. “That threat was supposed to be a punishment, Jacks, not an opportunity.”

“Potato, po-tah-to,” Jackson drawled, shrugging slightly. He mouthed at her neck, right behind her ear, and Katie shuddered, grabbing onto his bare arms. His sun-warmed, strong, bare, bare arms. “Lemons and lemonade, etc. etc…”

He nipped at her throat and she felt him smile against her skin when she gasped. 

“That’s better, baby,” he encouraged. “C’mon. Let me see what other noises I can work out of you.” He slid one hand down the outside of her leg and slowly dragged it back up the sensitive skin of her inner thigh. Jackson toyed with the fraying strings along the raw edge of her cut-offs, smirking as she trembled against him. “Let me get these off and remind you what I can do. We both know how good I am at oral arguments.”

Katie groaned at the pun and pinched him. 

“You’re awful.”

“Awfully good,” he returned, grinning and pressing his hips against her.

“Ugh, Jacks–wet denim! Sexy to look at, awful to have scraping against you,” she complained, shoving a little at his chest.

“I didn’t complain when our roles were reversed,” Jackson pointed out in a long-suffering tone, rubbing his knee against her thigh just to be an asshole. “Don’t I deserve the same courtesy?” 

Katie dropped her hands to hook her fingers through his belt loops, tugging. 

“Maybe this is just me telling you that it’s time to move things along and get these off.”

Jackson made a pleased noise. 

“You always have such good ideas,” he breathed, kissing her again and pulling her down the hall. They stumbled together across the threshold of his room and he grinned against her lips, laughing at their eagerness. 

“I know. That’s why you needed me to write your paper for you,” Katie teased, smirking as she closed the door behind them.

Jackson jerked in her hold, abruptly taking a step back into the center of the room and narrowing his eyes at her. 

“You did absolutely no such thing,” he started, crossing his arms belligerently over his broad, naked chest and temporarily–and for the first time that afternoon, unintentionally–distracting Katie from what they were talking about. “If anything I needed to help you write that paper. If I remember correctly, I–” 

Katie couldn’t help but laugh at him as his ears started to turn a little red and he dug in for An Argument. Jackson glared at her. 

“Slander and fucking calumny,” he grunted, eyebrows drawn together in an actual pout this time. An adorable, angry pout. 

“Hmm, potato, po-tah-to, baby,” Katie mocked him in a cheerful voice. She leaned back against the door, arching her back in an enticing display, brushing her fingers lightly back and forth along her thighs and tracing the ragged edge of her shorts. “So. Am I helping you get those off?” She waved her hand at his wet jeans. “Or are you helping me with mine?” 

Jackson’s pout deepend. 

“Or would you rather keep arguing about the paper we obviously wrote fifty-fifty?” 

She could see Jackson pause, actually considering it, and she rolled her eyes fondly before he finally opened his mouth to answer. 

“Who says you can’t do both?” Jackson crowded closer, hooking his fingers in the front of her shorts. “I mean, if you’re so smart shouldn’t you be able to multitask enough to come up with a logical defense of your preposterous position that you wrote more than your fair share of our paper while doing something as simple as taking a pair of jeans off?”

Jackson popped the button of her shorts open and dragged the zipper down slowly, tooth by tooth, smirking at her the entire time. He licked his lips and Katie couldn’t stop herself from mirroring him. 

“I had no problems getting your wet jeans off after all. And I had spent the last God knows how long before that being fucking tortured by that mouth of yours. Are you conceding that I am, in fact, the more intelligent of the two of us?” he needled, tracing the elastic band of her underwear with light fingers. 

“I thought I told you to stop bringing that incident up.”

“That isn’t an answer.” 

Jackson slipped his hand into her panties just as Katie opened her mouth to retort. Whatever brilliance she was sure was going to come out to put him in his place was lost completely as his middle finger unerringly found her clit. 

She gasped, hips jerking forward against his hand, before she could control her response. Jackson smirked, ducking down so his lips brushed her ear when he spoke. 

“Still not an answer, baby. Use your words.” He teased at her folds with one long, thick finger before sliding it inside her. She was so wet there was no resistance and Katie whimpered despite herself at the meager stretch. 

“You aren’t.”

“Aren’t what, baby?” Jackson asked absently, sliding a second finger inside her. Katie sagged against the door before taking a deep breath. 

“Aren’t smarter. That jeans incident only proves you’re more of a slut than I am. The way you were standing there naked and preening?” 

Jackson laughed, turning his head just enough to kiss her cheek. 

“Oooh, ouch, wounding me to the core, honey,” he drawled, breath teasing across her skin. “Very bold from someone with two of my fingers inside her.” He crooked his fingers to prove his point and smirked as Katie whined and grabbed his arms. He leaned closer to her ear, voice a low rumble. 

“I’m still wearing my pants, baby.”

“So–fuck, Jackson–so am I,” Katie countered, breath coming faster as he tapped that spot inside her that made sparks light up and heat pool low in her belly. 

But Jackson wasn’t done making his point. The building pleasure cut off abruptly as he pulled his fingers back, yanking them out of her shorts. He took a step back, making a show out of dragging his tongue along the long digits before sliding them between his parted lips and sucking the remainder of her slick off with an obscene slurp. 

Jackson groaned happily as the taste curled over his tongue. He looked her over with heavy-lidded eyes and reached for her again with more urgency, grabbing both her shorts and underwear to haul them down over her hips and her thighs. Jackson indicated impatiently that she should step out of them before he took her wrist and dragged her the half a dozen steps to his dresser, shoving her against it. 

Katie blew her hair out of her face with a frustrated grunt and pulled him close by the front of his wet jeans. Her fingers shook and slipped on the button as she struggled with his pants, the zipper on his fly getting caught and refusing to budge.

“Stupid, fucking…” she cursed, unable to get a good grip on the stiff wet denim in her hands. Impatient and over it she yanked hard, humming triumphantly as it finally parted. And then barely managed to hold back a whimper when it revealed Jackson had once again forgone underwear, his cock hard and fucking gorgeous right in front of her. Tucked into his jeans it rested thick and heavy against his pelvis, the pierced and glistening tip perfectly framed in the now-open V of his fly. 

"Fuck, Jackson–" she breathed, reaching out to brush her fingers over the head of his cock, smearing precome and knocking against the twisted barbell pierced through it. Jackson's eyes fluttered closed and he took a deep breath through his nose.

“Starting to repeat yourself, baby,” he tried to taunt but his voice shook, betraying his need. Katie flicked the warm steel and watched avidly as the muscles in his abdomen jumped in response. 

“That mouth on you…” she grumbled, feigning irritation even as she continued to toy with his piercing, reveling in how it made his cock twitch and more precome well up hot and sticky. 

Jackson’s eyes slipped shut and his hands came up to rest on her waist, stroking her sides as he let out a shaky breath. His hips hitched ever so slightly forward, chasing the little shocks of pleasure that went straight to his balls with each pass of her fingers. He lost himself in the sensation and a thrill passed through Katie at the prospect of beating him at his own game. 

But then he pushed her away, clawing back control after having withstood a few seconds of her tormenting him. He dropped to his knees and tugged one of her legs over his shoulder. Katie yelped in surprise and he smirked up at her, licking his lips and nuzzling at her inner thigh. 

“Oh, I can show you this fucking mouth…” Jackson murmured. He pressed his lips to the inside of her knee, dragging them softly along her skin, continuing to look up at her and taking in her responses as he teased at the tender flesh. Katie gasped then keened as Jackson dove forward, skipping the rest of her thigh to bury his face in her pussy. Her head fell back onto the dresser with a thump that she barely registered as he sucked on her and moaned at the taste. The noise vibrated through every limb, making her nerves spark and hum with pleasure, and she dug her heel into his back, pulling him closer and rolling her hips against his face.

The puff of his answering laugh was warm on her skin as he slid his hands up to her hips, holding her just where he wanted her.

His grip was firm, preventing Katie from taking control, and he used that to press his advantage. He nosed at her clit, teasing brushes that made her curse and tremble. But just when she thought he was going to take his time, he rocked forward again, pressing his whole face into her and groaning. Teasing was clearly not in his plan as he went after her with lips and tongue; sucking, licking, flicking… He curled his tongue against her cunt, over her opening, slurping and fucking it into her. It was obscene. Katie could feel her thighs getting wet, Jackson’s saliva mixing with her slick and starting to drip down her legs. His face was so tightly pressed to her that she couldn’t see it but knew from experience it would be drenched, the same mess dripping down his chin and his neck.

He continued to groan against her, digging his face hard against her pussy as he licked and sucked, doing his best to suffocate himself between her thighs. She was going to have beard burn all over, as usual, a detail that would not escape Jackson’s notice or admiration. For the thousandth time she thought that she really should make him shave more often if he was going to rub his whole face against her like this, like a dog rubbing his face on the grass, relishing how wet she got. But she knew that would be a thought that would remain unrealized–she loved all of this too much.

His thumbs dug into her hips–almost definitely leaving twin bruises that he would spend hours over the next week and a half admiring, running his lips over them and smearing his come across–as he held her tight to the dresser and grunted. 

“God,” Katie laughed, a little hysterically. “You sound like a pig at a trough when you do that–Jesus Christ why is that so hot?!” She felt his shoulder shake under her leg–he was clearly amused by the comparison. 

He finally pulled his nose far enough away from her to take a deep breath.

“Fuck, fuck, fuck…” he choked, voice deep and thick. “Mmm, fuck, Katie... Jesus you taste so fucking….”

Jackson didn’t seem interested in finishing his sentence, probably unaware of the words that were spilling out of his mouth anyways. He shook his head and pressed his face to her pussy again, breathing her in and making her gasp. The rasp and scratch of his stubble against her sensitive skin was painfully good, each individual hair sending its own shock up her spine. Every jolt was like its own tiny supernova, the burn quickly soothed by his warm, wet tongue sweeping up after his scruffy jaw.

He licked her slowly before shoving the sharp ridge of his long nose against her clit, making her thigh jerk and twitch against the side of his head. Jackson flicked his tongue a few times against her entrance before thrusting it inside of her. 

Katie whined. She was both endlessly frustrated and turned on by how fucking smug he was about a great many things. And this? The way he could take her apart so fast and so thoroughly when he got his mouth on her? Fuck, she loved it. And he knew it. She hated him a little bit for that. The self-satisfied look on his face was so fucking irritating but too fucking hot. She was weak for it.

“Jacks, shit, fuck–” Katie swore, one hand leaving the dresser to grip his hair and yank. He hissed at the sharp pleasure and redoubled his efforts, using his grip on her hips to pull her more firmly against his face.

One hand dropped from her hips as he sucked hard on her clit and he gently stroked her cunt before sliding two thick fingers deep inside her. Katie cried out at the stretch–so close to perfect. Her hand in his hair went punishingly tight as he started to fuck her with his fingers, keeping up the pressure on her clit, intermixing his obscene sucking with flicks of his tongue across the sensitive bud. 

The heat pooling in her core was brought into sharp relief at the dual sensations and she was helpless against the rising wave of her orgasm. It swept through her, rushing up her spine to crest high and crash down through every nerve, pleasure overwhelming all her senses. She cried out, muscles seizing as Jackson didn’t let up and continued to work her over; sucking and flicking and curling his fingers inside her until she was shaking against him, sensitive and overstimulated and loving every sharp spark it sent through her.

At last she sagged against the dresser, tugging more pointedly on his hair, and he softened his touch, pulling back with a last gentle kiss to her clit that made her whimper. 

Katie loosened her grip, carding her fingers through the soft strands gently before letting her hand fall to the side. She blinked open her eyes to the view of Jackson kneeling between her legs looking up at her, his whole face slick and sticky from his cheeks and nose to his chin. He made an utterly debauched picture sitting back on his heels; his face a mess, bare chested, jeans open to reveal his cock, flushed deep red and dripping. His piercing, wet and glistening, caught the sunlight coming through the window. 

“Fuck, Jacks,” Katie breathed, letting her leg slide off his shoulder and listing to the side, unsteady on her feet. She wasn’t sure if she meant the absolutely filthy way he had just eaten her out or the sight of him on his knees, hard and ready for whatever she might want. But both were experiences she wanted to burn into her brain forever.

Jackson smirked up at her, licking his lips in an obscene show and wiping his chin with the back of his hand. 

“God, I’d die a happy man suffocated in that gorgeous pussy. You taste so fucking good, baby. Fuck.”

He rose up on his knees to reach forward and run his hands up and down her thighs. His nails scraped over her sensitive skin and made Katie shiver, slumping back on the dresser and canting her hips towards him without thinking. Jackson chuckled darkly. 

“Ready for more already, sweetheart?” 

He hummed and leaned up to press a kiss to her inner thigh, scraping his stubble over her skin before pressing a second one to her hip. The fingers of one hand came up to stroke lightly along her slit, hiding his smirk against Katie's skin when she chased his fingers in response.

“So greedy. You want more? You want me to fill you up? God, that’s what I want–want this hot, wet pussy tight around my cock, Katie. Fuck–” he swore as he slid three fingers into her easily, twisting them and pulling back to thrust them in.

Katie cried out, hands flying to the back of his head, tangling in his hair. 

“Fuck, Jackson. That’s so good…”

Her hips chased his fingers as he fucked them into her one, two, three more times before his control finally snapped. He pulled them out and got to his feet, flipping Katie over, tugging her hips back and kicking her legs wider so he could see all of her. There was a rustle of fabric as he shoved his jeans down his thighs and then she gasped at the shock of the fat head of his cock and the warm metal bar pressing against her opening. He rubbed himself along her slit, slicking himself up further, before he pushed inside.

Katie couldn’t tell where her moan stopped and Jackson’s began as he fucked into her, his thick cock filling her completely. He bottomed out with a soft, desperate grunt, pressing his body along the line of her back, letting her get used to the stretch of his cock. He groaned happily, bracing his arms on either side of her on the dresser, and rubbed his face against the side of her neck. 

“Fucking love the way you feel around me, baby,” he rumbled against her, nipping at her sensitive skin.

Katie took a deep breath, holding a whine in the back of her throat at the warm, shivery pleasure that curled through her with every minute shift of his hips as he held himself there deep inside her. She let her head fall back against his shoulder and laced her fingers through his.

“Jacks, shit–come on, if you don’t move in five fucking seconds…” Jackson smirked against her neck and circled his hips, making sure to prolong the torment as he scraped his teeth over her skin. 

“Greedy and impatient.” He bit her ear and squeezed her fingers. “And here I was thinking I was being a gentleman.”

“You’re being a deliberate tease, you asshole,” Katie growled. “Now just fuck me, Jackson, please!”

“Well since you asked so nicely…”

Jackson buried his face in her neck and clutched the top of his dresser before he shifted his hips, pulling out almost completely, and drove his cock back inside her. Katie moaned, pressing her forehead into her arms and tried to match Jackson’s fast, rough pace as he started to fuck her in earnest. His hips slammed against her ass with every thrust and he only slowed down to make sure she really felt the barbell through the head of his cock as he ground himself into her. 

The pleasure was so intense, too much for her to stay quiet. She lifted her head and attempted to gain leverage to fuck back onto him. 

"God, fuck, Jacks!" His cock hit home again and she arched, head falling back on his shoulder.

“Careful, baby,” Jackson warned, breathless. “Everyone downstairs is going to hear you. I thought no one was supposed to know–” He fucked into her hard, rolling his hips, and Katie choked on her cry. “–What we were up to,” he finished, humor shaking through his voice as she whined and turned her face to knock her forehead into his cheek.

"Fuck–" Katie's breath hitched and she shuddered as a warm puff of air tickled her hair that had started to come loose. "Off," she panted.

He laughed breathlessly, the sound curling into a groan as she rocked back onto his cock, taking him deep. He pressed his face into her neck, nipping at the tender skin there with sharp teeth, arms still bracketing her in.

“Thought that’s what I was fucking doing, sweetheart,” Jackson rumbled against her ear, wrapping his arms around her waist and pulling her tight against him. Heat bled off of him, soaking through her thin shirt as he slipped his hands underneath to press them against her skin. 

“More, Jacks,” Katie pleaded, reaching back to tangle her fingers in his hair and tugging sharply.

He cursed, balls pulling up tight, and his fingers dug into her sides as the bright, fierce pain shot from his scalp to his cock. 

“More,” she demanded, rocking back against him and tugging roughly on his hair again.

“Fuck. Katie, baby,” Jackson choked, hands sliding down to her hips. The last of his control evaporated. Jackson's hands shook where they clutched at her hips, his thrusts powerful but sloppy as he worked to give her what she wanted.

“Jesus, you feel so fucking good around my cock. You fucking love my piercing too, don’t you? Yeah, I can tell. Love how your pussy tries to squeeze the fucking life out of me with every pass of it.” He grunted, wrapping his arms back around her and pulling her tight against his chest, plastering himself against the whole line of her body. 

“So demanding, so fucking hot for this–love how you get so fucking bossy when you’re on the edge, fuck, baby, come on, come on, come on,” Jackson moaned against her neck, burying his face against her skin and breathing hard, his hips working fast.

The obscene slap of skin on skin was loud and obvious, neither of them capable of being quiet at this point, but Katie couldn’t spare a thought for how obvious. She was completely lost in the moment, whimpering with each thrust. His piercing dragged over her g spot just right every time and lit up her already oversensitive nerves, sending her hurtling towards a second earth-shattering orgasm.

“There you go, baby,” Jackson purred in her ear. “Oh, fuck, I can feel how close you are–just like that.” He shivered and rolled his hips against her and she dropped her hands to dig her nails into his forearms. “Shit, you’re so fucking tight, babe. Come on, come on, wanna feel you come all over my cock, want to feel how fucking wet you get, want it, want you, please baby, please…” 

Katie didn’t know if it was an order, a plea, or a mixture of both but fuck, the desperate cadence of Jackson’s voice in her ear made her clench down harder around his cock as he kept up his furious pace. God, he was so hot against her back, and his teeth, still nipping, were sending little sparks skittering down her nerves every time they marked up her neck. 

“God. I need–I need–” She arched against him, pleasure burning through her veins, clouding her thoughts. She was so close, right on the edge. She just needed that last push, that last spark to set her ablaze. “Jacks–baby, please. I need–”

“What, sweetheart,” he panted in her ear. “Tell me what you need. Use your words, baby, fuck, I want to give you whatever it fucking is.”

She dug her nails harder into his arms and shook her head. Fuck this was too much how could he expect her to fucking….

“Yes, come on baby, you can do it,” Jackson coaxed. “Slow down? Speed up? Fuck, you need my fingers too?” He edged one of his hands down to rest just over her cunt, the tips of his fingers reaching for her clit. 

“Fuck–yes. That. Fuck,” she begged. “Fingers, please.”

“I got you…” Jackson encouraged, fingers slipping down and quickly circling her clit. “Oh, shit, go on babe, I got you, I got you–”

Katie jerked and came with a shocked gasp of Jackson’s name and sagged in his arms as her cunt clenched around his thick cock. Jackson didn’t let up, just hugged her closer, swearing at the feeling of her gripping him so tight. 

“There you go, just like that, oh, fuck–” 

Jackson choked and bit down on her neck as he followed her over, sucking hard, making Katie keen in pleasured-pain as his hips twitched and his cock throbbed deep inside her.

Jackson was slow to ease up his hold on her, letting go by degrees while he stayed buried deep inside her. He stroked his fingers over her skin in aimless patterns: up and down, across, brushing along the curve of her breasts causing Katie to shiver and tighten reflexively around his softening cock. Jackson moaned quietly and pressed his face into the back of her neck. He cupped her breasts, squeezing gently and playing with them for a few seconds, before moving on to her nipples, pinching them and smirking against her neck when she jerked in his arms. He murmured a quiet apology before gentling his fingers and holding her breasts in his big warm hands again, sighing happily, rubbing his sharp nose against her shoulder, tired and sated. 

Katie relaxed against him with a small, pleased sound as he pressed gentle, lazy kisses to the darkening mark on her shoulder. 

“You’re an animal,” she murmured. “Marking me up so obviously like that.”

He snorted, wrapping his arms around her tightly as his hips shifted and his cock slipped out. Katie shivered at the loss then whined as he stepped back, dropping to his knees behind her. His hands were warm on her thighs, tugging them wider with a deep, contented sigh to watch as his come start to drip out of her, leaving a sticky mess across her pussy and down her thighs.

“You’re ridiculous and disgusting,” Katie remarked, still trying to catch her breath, pressing her forehead to the dresser again and pretending that knowing he was behind her and getting off on watching his come slide down the inside of her thighs wasn’t so fucking hot. 

“And all yours,” Jackson agreed, leaning forward to bite her ass gently. He smiled against her skin at her yelp. 

“Haven’t you left enough marks for one afternoon?”

“No.” He bit the other cheek and Katie jerked, huffing a laugh.

“People are going to notice that new one you know,” she pointed out slowly, wiggling her ass back and forth and laughing when Jackson rubbed his face counter to the movement of her hips. 

“This one?” he asked, dragging his tongue over the growing bruise he just left on her ass cheek, amusement obvious in his voice. “You planning on going back out there bare-assed?”

Katie snorted, but couldn’t bring herself to really tell him off. She was feeling lazy and tired after two orgasms and enjoying that immensely, reveling in the feel of him behind her. 

“No, you ridiculous man. The very obvious mark you left on my neck.”

Jackson huffed before rising slowly to his feet and crowding close to her back to admire the dark bruise he had left. 

“Hmmm. You’re right. I could lend you a less revealing shirt?” He ran his thumb over it and pressed down till she gasped and shifted. 

“Making a claim by showing me off in your clothes?”

“Oh, you wanted to show off the mark?” He smirked at her in the mirror and, God, she hated how much she loved that stupid expression. It was even more devastating when his whole face was slick and shining in the late afternoon sun, an absolute mess from how he had pressed it into her with desperate abandon.

“Was this your plan all along?” she asked, raising an eyebrow at him. “Create this win-win scenario for yourself? Either you get to stare at these teeth marks on me–”

“Hardly what I would call teeth marks,” Jackson interjected with a laugh. She raised an eyebrow. 

“Would you rather me call it a hickey?” 

Jackson shrugged. 

“Or you get to watch me walk around in your clothes. Making sure either way that the entire world knows what we’ve been doing up here.”

“I think you already made that pretty obvious with the very enthusiastic noises you were making.”

Katie stared at him, unamused, for a few silent seconds. 

“You think you’re really smooth, don’t you, Dr. Neill?” 

Jackson grinned, wide, sunny, obnoxious, and more than a little smug. 

“So what’s it gonna be, sweet cheeks?” 

He wisely interpreted her silence for the warning it was and took a few steps back, sweeping his arm over to his closet and the clothes spilling messily out of it. Katie shook her head, trying to fight the smile that wanted to spread across her face in response. 

“You are fifteen years old and I don’t know why I still speak to you,” she told him, turning around to finally face him. He leaned forward to kiss her and she made a face, pulling back from him and pushing against his bare chest. 

“You are planning on washing your face before we go back outside, right?” She shouldered past him, heading in the direction of the bathroom, but turned back after a few seconds of incriminating silence. “Jackson.” 

He gave her his best innocent look but it fell far short of the mark. His thin lips were fighting a grin and he wouldn't meet her eyes as he pulled his pants up just far enough that he wouldn't trip. Jackson sauntered past her into the bathroom to clean off his piercing–taking an audibly sharp breath followed by soft groan, clearly loving the too much feeling as he handled his over-sensitive cock. Still looking anywhere but her, he finally zipped his jeans and turned to walk away again.

“Jackson!” Katie laughed, snagging the back of his pants and hauling him, struggling, back into the bathroom. “God, you gross, disgusting troll man! Wash your face! Your children are down there.”

“Aw, come on.” He batted at her hands, trying to break away. “It’s not like they’re gonna know–”

“Jackson.” Katie snorted a laugh again despite herself. “Do I have to scrub your face for you, you idiot manchild?”

Jackson turned to her, a single eyebrow raised and a sly smirk spreading across his face. He changed direction, pressing forward and walking Katie backwards until he had her against the sink, his hands warm on her bare hips. 

“Would you?”

Katie shook her head, grin spreading wider. 

“I think you’d like that too much,” she returned, tilting her chin up to look him in the eye as she slid her hands into his back pockets and rocked forward, grinding against his still-sensitive cock. Jackson groaned and tried to chase the friction but Katie shifted and put space between them. “Or maybe I’ll just start withholding things until you do it yourself.”

He pouted down at her. 

“But it’s so much better when you do it.”

“Aw,” Katie pouted back at him. “Is the big poor baby not getting everything he wants?” She stood on her toes and kissed the tip of his nose. “Wash your face you gross troll. I’m already going to be wearing your clothes, I can’t let you win everything. What would that do to your ego?”

Jackson heaved a massive sigh, like Katie had just asked the most ridiculous and outrageous favor of him, but stepped back to give her enough space to move past him so she could also get cleaned up.

Katie twisted, leaning back into his space to turn the water on, smirking up at him. 

“Cleanser’s in the cabinet, babe. I think you can take it from here?”

Jackson shook his head and Katie yelped when he smacked her ass as she turned to head to the shower for a quick rinse.

“I’m getting you in the face with the hose as soon as we get outside,” she promised as he turned big, innocent green eyes on her. “Just for that.”

***

The party was still in full swing when they got back out there and they received more than a few knowing glances from the people they walked past, their hands brushing and lingering just a little too close, before splitting up. 

Katie had opted for an old, faded, blue button down of Jackson’s, tied in the front and half unbuttoned. It covered the lurid hickey he had left but there was no doubt as to whose shirt she was wearing. Wendy looked her up and down significantly.

“Subtle.” She shook her head with a grin as she passed Katie a fresh beer.

Katie laughed and shrugged, cracking it open. 

“What can I say… he makes a good oral argument.”

Wendy barked a laugh and shook her head as Katie flushed and took a long sip. She looked out across the lawn and saw Jackson with a few of the other scholars in his department. He was in a fresh t-shirt and jeans, hair a bit wild from all their activities but his face clean. He had been laughing, shaking a finger at one of them, when he looked up and caught her watching him. He winked at her and dragged his gaze hot and slow from her head, over the open V of her shirt, down her legs, and back up, licking his lips.

She rolled her eyes and returned his wink, turning back to Wendy. The other woman launched into a story about something that had happened with the neighbors while Katie was upstairs and she let it wash over her, settling back into the party. She flicked her eyes back to Jackson a few minutes later to find him still watching her as his colleagues continued to argue around him, his eyes softer, expression less smug and filled with more affection. 

Maybe he wasn’t subtle, but maybe subtlety was overrated.

Katie felt her face heat as she smiled back and his grin grew wider–happy to be caught, unconcerned that everyone could see it.  Yeah, Katie thought. Subtlety was overrated.

#wethotsummerbingo #jackson neill #jackson neill x katie d'amico #the path fanfiction #the path hulu

[tamras-shieldmaiden]

Sooo since Tumblr has the most annoying archiving system and it can be a real pain in the ass when it comes to searching anything on the Hellsite (affective), I’ve decided to gather some of my TLoK analysis and headcanon posts into one nifty and convenient place. Most is just me rambling out loud stuff about TLoK and Kuvira (figures), so you've been warned 😁

Ramblings, meta-analysis and miscellaneous stuff:

Game of Thrones/TLoK parallels

Queens gone bad, Dany and Kuvira

Korra and Kuvira in the Spirit World

Anon ask on Baatar Jr. and Kuvira

Having fun with Kuvira and Caesar

Miscellaneos parallels between Hulu's The Great and Kuvira

Asami and Hiroshi musings

Ramblings on the perceived bi erasure of Lin Beifong

More ramblings on bi erasure, Kuvira edition

Character analysis on Baatar Jr.

Random thoughts on some ships

Miscellaneous theories regarding Zaofu and the Ba Sing Se Campaign

Korvira Spiritual/Magical pregnancy

More magical pregnancy headcanons

Book Four suggestion

Korvirasami? Yes please

Korrasami dynamics

Korrasami ask

Another Korrasami ask

Why Korvira and Kuvirasami? Why not?

Awkward family dinners House of the Dragon and Ruins of the Empire edition

Kuvira and the re-education camps

The "I fucked up" club HOTD and TLOK edition

My TLoK and Kuvira collection

Birthday headcanons for Korra, Kuvira, and Asami

Kuvira's childhood

Kuvira and anger issues

Fanfiction series and WIPs:

WIP

Inspired by the Kuviraverse

The Twelve Kingdoms/TLoK crossover oneshot

The Path series headcanons

Korra and Kuvira headcanons

Lin and Kya headcanons

Choices series headcanons, gift stories, and asks

Asami and Kuvira headcanons

Married couple Asami and Kuvira headcanons

Married Kuvirasami and Team Avatar headcanons

Kuvirasami family headcanons

Spirit World vacations

Paroled Hiroshi

Holidays in Zaofu

Cute Kuvirasami headcanon

Kuvirasami moms

A Funny Thing Happened On The Way to Ba Sing Se by @roguegona

Succor

Succor from Kuvira's POV by @redcatmusings

Mako and Kuvira

Makovira headcanons

Fanfic-related fanart

The Path (Korvira)

Choices (Kuvirasami)

Stargazers (Korvira)

The vow (Kuvirasami)

Nergüi from Serendipity by @magali-0f

Linvira headcanons

Linvira asks

Linvira couple ask game

More Linvira asks

Character headcanon asks

Kuvira

Jinora, Ikki, and Opal

Korra

Asami Sato

Lin Beifong

Suyin Beifong

Baatar Beifong Jr

Older non TLoK related works

If you're curious about how fandom before social media looked like, check out this great fan page, which still hosts some of my older works.

#the legend of korra #legend of korra #tlok #lok #my ramblings #meta analysis #fanfiction writing #anon asks #korra #asami sato #kuvira #korvira #kuvirasami #ao3 #headcanons #character analysis #korrasami #makovira #mako #rarepair #ships #korvirasami #baatar jr #anti baatar (sorta) #fanart

[duelingnebulas]

Let Me Tell You A Story...

For a while now I’ve been dragging my grandparents down the geekdom rabbit hole- introducing them to Firefly and SyFy originals and the like. We’ve been walking the Marvel path for a spell and my Papa has surpassed me- he’s seen all of the Marvel series on Netflix (Jessica Jones is his favorite) and he keeps up with the ones on Hulu each week.

Well, I’ve been trying to keep all the plots straight for my Nana starting with Winter Soldier and going through Civil War but there’s so many plot lines and intricate threads we’re having to backtrack a little. And then I went to their house and she was telling me that on her own she rewatched Winter Soldier and fucking

TOOK

NOTES

LIKE

A

STUDENT

!!!

Oh there’s more than that, by the way. She took like double the pages of notes, wrote down who plays who and gave all the characters nicknames when she couldn’t remember them. My personal favorite? Colonel Nicholas J. Fury, alias “Patch”, who gets into a “long, brutal street fight with his bitching SUV.”

AND THEN.

We had a talk about Steve and Bucky.

And how they’re suspiciously close for ‘best pals.’

And then she tells me she snuck ahead and watched Civil War and how while most of it didn’t make sense, the thing that confused her most was the Steve/Sharon kiss because “Aren’t Steve and Bucky a couple? And why’s he kissing her anyway, that was very inappropriate, they just buried her aunt, that’s not the time to be making moves!”

I said, “I agree, Nana, and yes, even the writers, actors, and other Important Marvel People say that Steve and Bucky are a couple.”

She went quiet for a moment, and then said, “Well I think if they showed Steve and Bucky being a couple on the screen, it would make a lot of people really happy.”

And THAT is when I realized my 74-year old Texan Nana ships Stucky.

And THAT is when I introduced her to the wonders of fanfiction.

#stucky #i love my nana #for real she’s the best #Winter solider #civil war #captain america

[jmsa1287]

In 'Castle Rock,' Stranger Things, Secrets & Stephen King Fanfic

hi i wrote about Hulu’s next big drama “Castle Rock”! 

Stephen King's stories have been turned into films and TV shows for decades. From "Carrie" to last year's blockbuster "It" remake, bringing the prolific author's novels and short stories to the big and small screen is nothing new. In fact, so many of his spooky stories have been brought to life that it wouldn't be hard to create a thematic Stephen King Cinematic Universe.

For Hulu's eerie new anthology series "Castle Rock," debuting on the streaming service Wednesday, creators Sam Shaw and Dustin Thomason get to play in King's massive oeuvre. Like "Stranger Things," which samples pop culture from the 80s (including films and TV shows that were made from King's work), "Castle Rock" does the same sort of "sampling" but within King's own multiverse. Set in the present day but with flashbacks to the 90s, the show's title refers to the fictional Maine town where King sets some of his stories, like "The Dead Zone" and "Cujo." Shaw and Thomason weave together King references with a haunting mystery that has several moving parts.

For all of its winks and nods to King's work (sort of playing out like King fanfiction), "Castle Rock" doesn't feel like a nostalgic cash-grab. King's stories provide the groundwork for what is otherwise a compelling - and adult - drama with an excellent cast. Andre Holland ("Moonlight," "The Knick") plays death row attorney Henry Deaver, who returns to his hometown of Castle Rock under mysterious circumstances. Henry had previously left the isolated town after the death of his father and when the townspeople turned their backs on Henry. Now an adult, Henry encounters the ghosts of his past, including his former next-door neighbor Molly, played by Melanie Lynskey ("Togetherness," "I Don't Feel at Home in This World Anymore"), his mother Ruth, played by Sissy Spacek (who was the tortured teen in Brian De Palma's King adaptation of "Carrie") and her love, Alan, played by Scott Glenn ("The Leftovers"). Henry's return also comes not long after Dale Lacy (Terry O'Quinn), the warden of Shawshank State Penitentiary in Castle Rock, takes his own life, leaving behind his wife, played by Frances Conroy.

At the center of "Castle Rock" Season 1 is a mysterious young man only known as "The Kid," played by Bill Skarsgård - yes the same Bill Skarsgård who played Pennywise the Clown in the 2017 "It" remake - who shows up in the Shawshank Prison after Dale's shocking death. Skarsgård and the rest of the cast bring their A-game, giving fantastic performances across the board and it's thrilling to see impressive talent appear together on one show.

Delving more into the plot of "Castle Rock" would give away some major spoilers and it's best to go into this knowing as little as possible. Over the four episodes provided for review, the show methodically deals out information about its characters, their relationships and their back-stories. When "Castle Rock" reveals a twist or something unexpected, it hits hard. But these moments come far and few between and what is a 10-episode season could probably have been whittled down to something more compact and lean. Maybe going the "Stranger Things" route and having six or eight episodes would make "Castle Rock" a stronger season of TV. Like most prestige TV shows, "Castle Rock" also has a pace you'd expect - it's slow and patient, taking its time to explore its characters, the town and the mystery bringing them all together. Nevertheless, King fans will not be disappointed with Shaw and Thomason's take on the author's dark world. And those who are not as familiar with King's writing will not be lost or confused about plot in the slightest.

Not all King adaptations have been hits; nor do the duo try to recreate the technical impressiveness of "The Shining" or the wonderment of "Stand by Me." Instead, they follow the same path of inspiration Noah Hawley did for his FX anthology series "Fargo." Hawley didn't simply create a world that's based of the 1996 drama - instead he used the Coen brothers' filmography as a blueprint for the TV show, and was influenced by the filmmakers' themes, tones, sense of humor and the feelings they inject into their characters. For "Castle Rock," the showrunners pull a similar feat, showcasing King's ability to highlight humanistic stories that are at the center of an otherworldly nightmare. "Castle Rock" has the kind of depth and intrigue the best King adaptations have - that's in part to it's stellar cast and that J.J. Abrams serves as an executive producer - unfolding with dread and suspense. For its first season, "Castle Rock" is an exciting mystery that explores small town ennui, estranged family relations and haunting mythologies.

#tv #castle rock #hulu #stephen king #j.j. abrams #andre holland #stranger things #fargo #fanfic #bill skarsgard

[bi-bard]

We're on Our Way to Dystopia - Eddie Lane Imagine (The Path)

Title: We're on Our Way to Dystopia

Pairing: Eddie Lane X Reader

Based On: Dystopia

Word Count: 695 words

Warning(s): cheating

Summary: (Season 1) After his original crisis of faith, Eddie is on the search for answers. However, it is far too easy for the wires between answers and happiness to get crossed.

Author's Note: I didn't realize that I had put the two imagines for The Path were back-to-back. Also, reader is not a great person in this. That's important.

SONDER - THE WRECKS WRITING CHALLENGE MASTERLIST

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The first time Eddie kissed me; I should've stopped him.

But I didn't.

I sat next to him at a rickety motel table and let him press his lips to mine.

I knew the consequences he would face if anyone found out he had done this. I could run, but he would've gotten stuck.

It was selfish. I knew that.

But seeing him was worth it.

I had first met Eddie when he first started questioning his faith. He had stumbled his way to my door looking for answers. I was hesitant at first, but after a while, I started showing him the information I had.

The Meyerist movement may have started off with good intentions, but it had changed into something very, very different over time. It had become twisted, darker.

"How long have you been keeping an eye on this," Eddie had asked.

"A long time," I replied. "I... I still have family in there. I feel like I need to know what could potentially be happening to them."

"They don't talk to you?"

"Standard practice when someone in your family leaves," I shrugged, trying to ignore how much it hurt. "They cut you off to preserve their face."

Eddie gently placed his hand on my back, "I'm sorry."

I looked at him and forced a grin before nodding at him.

After that, we both seemed committed to the cause. Gather the evidence, go to the right authorities, find a way to stop the group's abuse.

Eddie's commitment only seemed to be strengthened when he kissed me. Like with that one motion, he was ready to let go of it all.

"Are you sure about this," I asked, pulling away so my lips were brushing against his.

"More than I have ever been," he muttered before kissing me again.

It seemed right.

After that, we just continued working together. He would stick to a pretty strict schedule. I was okay with that. Because it was for him.

Again, selfish, I know, but when you're happy, some things get willfully ignored.

That happiness seemed to come to a screeching halt one night.

I had just found some really good information when Eddie showed up.

"Hey," I said quickly when I opened the door. "Come in, I found something really interesting."

"(Y/n)-"

"I think if we can track down a few documents, this could be the magic bullet. This could be the thing that sticks-"

"I can't be a part of this anymore."

I froze, staring at him in silence.

"I-I can't be a part of this anymore," he repeated.

I felt tears in my eyes, but I tried to quickly blink them away. I tried to focus on readjusting the papers, not letting him see how hard this was hitting me.

"Why," I asked.

"It's not right," he said. "I need to rededicate myself to the movement. To my family."

I furrowed my eyebrows and looked at him.

His eyes almost looked blank. Emotionless. I didn't know what had happened to him, but I knew it wasn't good.

"What did they do to you?"

"Nothing," he replied. "I've found my faith again. Maybe you should try the same thing."

"Yeah, no, fuck that," I muttered.

"I'm going to do a program and return to my family. I will not help you anymore."

I took a deep breath and bit the inside of my cheek, "Oh."

"I'm sorry," he continued.

I nodded, "Okay."

Eddie looked at me for a few more seconds before starting to leave. I waited until he was about to pull the door closed before I spoke.

"Eddie," I said.

He stopped to look at me.

"If you go back to them and fully commit to their cause," I explained, "I will drag you down with the rest of them."

He let out a sigh before nodding, "Good luck to you then."

With that, he pulled the door closed.

This group promised a perfect life with all of the answers. In reality, they were verging on dystopic. And if my work would be the thing to throw them over the edge, then nothing else involved truly mattered.

No matter the emotional ties.

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Masterlist (Includes links to All Writing Challenges)

What I Write For

Some Original Characters

#eddie lane imagine #eddie lane fanfiction #eddie lane x reader #the path fanfiction #the path x reader #the path imagine #the path hulu x reader #the path hulu fanfiction #the path hulu imagine #fanfiction #imagine #x reader #aaron paul imagine #aaron paul fanfiction #aaron paul x reader

[bi-bard]

Three Things - Cal Roberts Imagine (The Path)

Title: Three Things

Pairing: Cal Roberts X Reader

Word Count: 1,084 words

Warning(s): anxiety

Summary: (Y/n) gets hit with a wave of anxiety with very little warning. They aren't alone in that.

Author's Note: Listen. I just like writing for him. It's very enjoyable... even though this show is very intense.

Here's a comfort fic.

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I wish I knew how it had started.

One minute, I was listening to Eddie tell his story to a group. The next, I felt like my brain was going a million miles an hour. My breathing sped up. My leg started shaking. My chest suddenly felt kind of tight. I tried to look around subtly, hoping no one had noticed.

I caught Cal tilting his head at me. I tried to ignore it and focus on Eddie's story, but I couldn't. I just felt lost and stuck and terrified.

I jumped a little when a hand touched my back. I looked over to see Cal next to me.

"Sorry," he mumbled. "Come with me, okay?"

I nodded and let him guide me away from the crowd and to his little building. I sat on his couch.

All sense of self-control went out the window. I felt myself starting to move closer and closer to completely falling apart.

"(Y/n)," Cal knelt in front of me, carefully grabbing my hands. "I know it's hard right now, but I need you to listen to me, okay?"

I nodded.

"Good. Can you do me a favor and name three things you see," he asked.

I slowly looked around from him, "I... I see the Movement sign... and the white couch... and your desk."

"Good, good," he nodded. "Three things you can hear."

"You," I said immediately. He chuckled but tried to cover it up. "I can hear muffled voices outside... and your bathroom faucet is dripping."

"Good. One last thing. Move three parts of your body. One at a time."

I tilted my head from one side to the other, letting my neck pop. I picked up my foot, rotating my ankle. I repeated the motion with my other foot. Finally, I squeezed Cal's hands.

"Alright, good," he said. "I'm going to grab you some water. I'll be right back."

"D-Don't," I held onto his hands tighter. "P-Please."

"Okay," he nodded, settling back on the floor. "Okay. I won't go. I'm right here."

I pulled his hands into my lap and leaned forward. I rested my forehead against his knuckles. He didn't say anything or try to move. He just sat there quietly.

After a while, I looked up at Cal again. My breathing had evened out and my muscles stopped tensing. I felt like my thoughts had sorted themselves.

"I'm sorry," I said, sitting up fully and releasing his hands. If I didn't know better, I'd say he looked disappointed.

"Nothing to apologize for," he replied.

"No, Eddie was in the middle of his story and I took the attention and I'm so sorry and I need to go apologize to him-"

"Hey, hey, hey," Cal grabbed my upper arms and stopped me from moving. "You don't have anything to do except let things settle and calm down. Nothing needs to be done right now. You're safe here."

I nodded, starting to pop my knuckles in the hopes of calming down. I rang out my hands.

"Do you have any idea what caused it?"

I shook my head and closed my eyes, "It just happened. I didn't know how to stop it or what to do. I was just... lost. Lost and scared and-"

"Okay," Cal moved to sit next to me on the couch, pulling me into his side. "You don't need to explain."

I rested my head on his shoulder, sighing at the feeling of his hand running up and down my arm. I reached up and wiped my cheeks. I barely noticed I was crying earlier, but now it felt like my entire face was covered. I must've looked like a child throwing a tantrum.

"Want some tea," Cal asked after a moment.

I shook my head.

"Water?"

Again, I shook my head.

"Food?"

No.

"Want to lay down?"

I paused.

I felt like shit. I wanted to lay down, but I wasn't ready to walk back out in front of everyone. I didn't want to deal with the questions and the mumbling.

"(Y/n)," Cal muttered. "Would you like to lay down?"

"I don't... I don't want to go..."

"I meant here."

"Oh," I mumbled. "Okay."

He nodded before guiding me to stand up. I let him guide me to his room and pull back the blanket for me. I curled up and grinned at him. He covered me with the blanket and grinned back.

"Thank you," I said quietly. "For everything."

"Of course."

He leaned down at kissed my temple. I felt my face warming up a bit.

"I'll just be in the main room if you need anything. Anything at all."

I nodded.

"Get some rest."

After that, I don't remember much. I really just fell asleep for a while. I could hear Cal moving around in the next room. It was almost comforting. It was like it helped lull me to sleep. My tired brain didn't question it.

I woke up when the door squeaked open.

I sat up, running my hands over my eyes as I tuned back into the world around me.

"Hey, I just wanted to check on (Y/n)," I heard Eddie outside. "I saw you two head this way."

I stood up before slipping on my shoes and walking toward the doorway.

"They just fell asleep," Cal explained.

"Oh, okay, they're alright though," Eddie asked.

"I think so," Cal replied. "I'll send them your way when they get up."

"Thanks, I just want them to know that I'm not upset or anything. No one is."

"They'll appreciate that."

"Thanks, Cal."

There wasn't a response, but I heard the door shut. I rounded the corner just as Cal turned around. He grinned at me.

"Hey," he said.

"Hey," I muttered. "How long was I asleep?"

"Not long," he shrugged. "How are you feeling?"

"Better," I nodded. "Thank you. You have been far too kind to me."

"Well, that's just not true," he chuckled. "And you're welcome."

We both paused for a moment.

"Did you hear Eddie?"

"Yeah, I should probably go catch up with him," I said. "Thank you, yet again, this has been very nice."

He just nodded at me.

I went around him to head out but stopped at the door. I turned around and stepped back toward him. Before he could ask any questions, I leaned in and kissed his cheek.

I almost didn't catch the way he looked at the floor as I turned around and headed out of the room.

Keyword: Almost.

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Open Your Eyes; Here Comes the Old Me - Cal Roberts Imagine (The Path)

Title: Open Your Eyes; Here Comes the Old Me

Pairing: Cal Roberts X Reader

Based On: Unholy

Word Count: 1,298 words

Warning(s): mentions of manipulation + abuse, presence of a gun, trespassing

Summary: (Season 1) After Cal's first major TV interview, an anonymous article is released describing manipulation at the hands of the man trying to recruit.

Author's Note: This is my favorite song on the album.

SONDER - THE WRECKS WRITING CHALLENGE

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After his first television interview, Cal felt good. Really good.

He finally felt like he was doing the job he was supposed to do. What Stephen had wanted him to do. And people seemed to trust him. They wanted something to believe in and Cal fit the bill for them.

So yeah, he was a little bit proud of what he had done.

He thought that good feeling would continue for weeks.

And then, Sarah stopped by to prove him wrong.

"We have a problem," she said as soon as the door had been pulled open.

Cal's eyebrows furrowed before he moved to the side to let her walk in. She placed her laptop down on his desk as he sat down.

Sitting on the screen was an article:

"'I Still Fear He'll Track Me Down One Day' - Past Meyerist Speaks About the Group's Leader After His TV Debut"

"It talks about you, Cal," she explained. "It's all about you."

Cal read the article in shock.

He recognized the story far too easily.

"When I first met Cal Roberts, he seemed kind. He seemed like someone who wanted to help people. I think that's why I initially fell for him."

That's all it took for Cal to realize who had written the article. Anonymous author but they wanted him to recognize it.

"The first time he kissed me, he told me that the Light had sent me to him. That the two of us were meant to be with each other forever. I had only known him a matter of weeks, but I wanted to believe him. He was the only person I had. The first person to ever show a genuine interest in me. It wasn't surprising that I fell for him."

The rest of the article spoke like Cal was some supervillain that was using the Light for his own good. Like he had used it as some excuse.

The author described feeling weak and stuck. Like they had no choice other than to be with him.

"He used the Light to explain any mistake he made in our relationship. Anything he did was in the name of the Light and the movement, so I couldn't be mad at him. I was supposed to support him through anything because the Light wanted me to be with him. I had never had someone love me in that way before, so I believed him. I didn't want to ruin it."

Cal's leg started bouncing as he was reading it. He felt Sarah staring at him. As he got to the end of the article, his jaw clenched.

"I loved Cal Roberts. And I thought he loved me. But as time went on, I learned that he didn't love me as much as he wanted to keep me. He enjoyed the power. The control.

Cal Roberts is dangerous. He'll come in promising a better life, a better way of living. His true colors will show slowly. Please don't allow yourself to get dragged in far enough that you'll be drowning by the time you see them."

"Fuck!" Cal slammed the lid shut before covering his face with his hands. "Fuck!"

"I can call the news source, see if they'll give us any information," Sarah offered. "But this story has gone viral, Cal. A lot of people have already read it."

"I know who wrote it," he muttered. "You couldn't tell?"

"I didn't want to assume," she replied, crossing her arms over her chest.

"It's (Y/n)," Cal confirmed. "That's the only person it could be."

"What are going to do?"

"I... I don't know."

In reality, Cal had a plan forming in his head already. He knew what his next step was going to be. But Sarah would never approve.

Cal spent the rest of the day tracking (Y/n) down.

That night, he snuck off the compound and drove toward the address he had managed to track down.

It was a cute little place. He grinned at it for a moment. He would've guessed (Y/n) would end up in a small house that looked like this.

He knelt down by the door, carefully picking the lock- which was concerningly simple compared to what he originally thought. He walked in slowly.

Cal didn't have a real plan. He was hoping for a conversation, but he knew that the chances of (Y/n) wanting to speak to him were low.

He walked into the main room and almost felt overwhelmed. He had spent a long time wondering what (Y/n) had done after leaving. Leaving the compound... leaving him. Seeing everything that (Y/n) had done to make this place their own made him pause.

Movie artwork on the wall, a plant sitting in the corner, a collection of movies and CDs in a big display, photos with friends and family. Some many elements of them that he hadn't gotten to know properly.

He was shocked when the lights in the room turned on.

"What the fuck are you doing here?"

Cal turned around to face (Y/n). He wanted to smile. He hadn't seen them in a long time.

But it's difficult to smile there's a gun aimed at you.

"You own a gun now," Cal asked.

(Y/n) furrowed their eyebrows before using their free hand to motion at the man who had broken in and was now standing in their living room.

"Yes," they said simply. "Now answer my damn question."

"I saw your article," he replied.

(Y/n) tensed.

"It was yours, wasn't it?"

"Yeah," they nodded.

"Why? Why now?"

"Because you were trying to pull more people in the same way you pulled me in," they sighed. " I couldn't watch that happen."

"Why are you acting like we weren't happy-"

"Why can't you see that I wasn't?! That's why I left!"

"Please put the gun down if you're gonna scream at me."

(Y/n) kept a hold of the gun but lowered it.

"You left in the middle of the night with no warning."

"Discussing leaving with a manipulator doesn't usually end well," they explained. "Leaving without you knowing was the best option I had."

"Not even a note?"

"I don't owe you that. I don't owe you anything."

Cal sighed, looking down at the floor, "I need you to take down your article."

"No."

"(Y/n)-"

"Cal, no," they cut him off. "Whether or not you want to entertain the possibility that you treated me badly, I know what I experienced. And if I can keep one person from going through something similar, then I'm going to do that."

"You're hurting the movement."

"The movement's leader shouldn't have hurt me."

Cal tensed this time.

"I think you should leave," (Y/n) said. "And never come to find me again. I am not going to change my mind."

He looked around the room. He took a moment to take in all of the things he never saw. He never got to see.

"Cal."

He looked back at them again. He blinked back the tears that wanted to fall.

For the first time since (Y/n) had left, Cal felt a pang of guilt in his chest. How much pain had he really caused without even thinking about it?

"Goodbye."

(Y/n) watched Cal as he left. They quickly locked the door behind him before taking a few steps backward.

They closed their eyes for a moment and looked down.

They had known their article was going to cause trouble. They just didn't think facing Cal was going to be a part of that trouble.

Seeing him again was almost overwhelming.

It took all of (Y/n)'s strength to remind themself that they had worked their ass off to find themself again. They were settling back into who they were.

And that mattered far more than Cal's reputation.

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Supportive - Cal Roberts Imagine (The Path)

Title: Supportive

Pairing: Cal Roberts X Reader

Word Count: 798 words

Warning(s): mentions of Cal's mom but there are no specifics

Summary: (Season 1, Episode 3) (Y/n) wants to support the person who has always supported them. What could that support actually end up effecting?

Author's Note: The rest of this episode could be its own part.

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"Cal," I called, jogging to his car as I saw him leaving.

He stopped, leaving his trunk sitting open as he looked at me. He grinned at me.

"Hey," he said. "Are you okay?"

"Yeah, yeah," I nodded. "I was just wondering where you were going. I thought we had the day set aside."

"Right," he sighed, looking back at his car for a moment. "I'm sorry. It's a last-minute meeting. I have to go."

I bit my lip but nodded again, "Yeah, okay. It's okay."

"I'm sorry-"

"It's okay," I promised. "We aren't kids anymore. Not as much free time."

He frowned at me for a moment, "When I get back, we'll have some time to ourselves. Sit down. Talk. Like old times."

"Thank you," I stepped forward and hugged him. "Good luck."

"Thank you," he stepped back and nodded.

I moved out of the way as he loaded up and started driving. I waved at his rearview mirror as he took off. If he waved back, I didn't catch it.

I only waited for him to get out of my line of sight before I got ready to follow him. It was sad to admit, but I knew where Cal was going. We had been friends for almost our entire lives. Last-minute meeting with no other context usually meant one thing... he was going to see his mom.

I knew it was an impulsive choice, but it felt like I had to do it.

I needed to be there for him. To help him. It was the least I could do after all of the time he spent helping me.

I pulled up behind Cal's car a few minutes after him. I walked into the building, trusting that I would just be led to the right door. I knocked lightly.

Cal pulled the door open. His eyebrows were furrowed, staring at me.

"Hey," I said quietly.

"What are you doing here," he asked.

"Helping," I shrugged. "That's it. Helping."

He let out a sigh before stepping to the side and letting me walk in. He didn't make a scene as I said hi to his mother and started helping. He had much bigger issues to worry about than the fact that I was here.

We didn't talk until much later that night.

"Umm, your mom fell asleep in her room," I explained awkwardly as Cal stared at me. I took a few steps into the kitchen.

"You followed me," he said bluntly.

"I know," I looked down, feeling guilty. It was invasive. But it felt like the right choice at the time. "I'm shocked you didn't notice. I wasn't very subtle."

My attempt at humor didn't have much effect.

"You shouldn't have done that."

"I wanted to help," I said, looking at him again. Cal clenched his jaw, looking away from me. "You... You are the closest person to me. You have been since I was- what- five? I... I wouldn't be able to get over myself if I left you alone in your time of need. It's not what we stand for."

Cal looked back at me after that last sentence. The tiny kitchen was even tenser than it had been originally. He stepped closer to me, studying my expression like he was looking for some trace that I wasn't telling him the truth. That I had some other motive behind this.

"Cal-"

He cut me off by pressing his lips to mine. I let out a small noise of shock. The initial kiss was rough. Like a wall had broken down. A damn broke.

I wrapped my arms around his neck after the initial shock wore off. I kissed him back happily. It was all I had wanted for years. All of it. Right here in front of me.

His arms wrapped around me; hands pressed on my spine to push me closer.

He leaned back slowly, taking a few deep breaths through his nose as he kept me close to him. The tip of his nose was barely touching my cheek. I grinned at him.

"I think you were sent to me," he muttered like it was some big secret to the rest of the world. Like I was the only one who was allowed to know. "All those years ago. I just couldn't bring myself to accept it."

I nudged his nose with mine, "And now? Is this you accepting it?"

"If you'll accept me," he said.

"I accepted you years ago," I let my lips ghost over his again. "And I always will."

Cal kissed me again. Slower this time. Softer. Like he wasn't in any rush. Like he had accepted that I would still be there when he pulled away and opened his eyes.

And it was perfect that way.

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So. I spent my day watching an actual shit ton of Hugh Dancy projects and now I want to write for them.

However, I want to know what you want to see.

Here's a list of what I've watched and am willing to write for (or have already written for):

Will Graham (Hannibal) - fucking obviously I write for Will

Jack Barber (Downton Abbey: A New Era)

Adam Raki [Adam (2009)]

Cal Roberts (The Path)

Luke Brandon (Confessions of a Shopaholic)

Nolan Price (Law & Order)

Bobby Bronson (Roar)

Aiden Galvin (Blood & Chocolate)

Galahad (King Arthur)

Prince Charmont (Ella Enchanted)

I AM NOT LOOKING FOR FULL REQUESTS! I JUST WANT TO KNOW WHAT YOU WANT TO SEE!

(also, there are characters that I am willing to write for that I haven't watched the projects for if people really want to see them. So, just leave the name and I'll see what I can do)

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Ohhhh, can I ask for P, R and T for Jackson??

Yessss Jackson!

P - Photography (are cameras allowed in the bedroom? do they send nudes? do they ask for nudes? would they ever record themselves having sex / being caught up in a sexual act?) 

R - Routine (do they have a routine when it comes to picking up one night stands? do they have scheduled sex with their partner? are things spontaneous or planned ahead of time?) 

T - Top or bottom (self explanatory…) 

P - Photography - Ohhh yes camera are 100% allowed. He's a yes for all of this. Yes to sending nudes, yes to asking for them. He absolutely has recorded himself having sex or caught up in a sex act. He'll record it to send to you. He'll ask for videos back. He'll facetime you so he can watch you get off, or so you can watch him get off. He's an enthusiastic yes to all of this.

R - Routine - Hm. I think he's very spontaneous when it comes to picking people up or having sex with a partner. He's very much a "in the moment" sort. Isn't prescriptive about what it is or who he's looking for. He goes with the flow and let's whatever is going to evolve happen naturally.

T - Top or bottom - He's tried both, and has enjoyed both experiences, but leans more top. Doesn't mean he's not often a lazy top who enjoys his partner doing the work, lol. But more top.

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“Spread your legs wider" with Jackson, he's been missed 😏

SO missed.

Dipping a bit into the Jackson universe co-created with @lannister-slings-and-arrows here and (kinda) introducing Dr. Mary Katherine d'Amico (aka Katie. Never Mary Kate), professor of American history with a focus on the early American republic. Over the course of working on a paper together, they strike up a relationship....

See below for the filth.

Katie is sprawled back on his bed, hair loose and wild across the pillows. Naked, chest rising and falling with each deep, shaky breath, she traces light fingers over the curve of her breasts and down her midline to tease along her hips. She catches Jackson’s eye, tongue darting out to lick the corner of her mouth and smirking when his gaze drops to track the movement.

He grins like a guilty schoolboy at being caught and shrugs, hands resting on his thighs where he kneels at the foot of the bed, stripped naked, cock flushed red and hard, flagging between his legs. The silver of his piercing glints in the light as he shifts, sighing, and takes himself in hand with a slow, deliberate pull.

“Spread your legs wider,” he rumbles, catching the head of the barbell in his fingers and tugging as Katie does what he asks, shifting on the sheets. “Yes, good girl, just like that.” 

Her hips rock up against the air just a touch and it’s his turn to smirk. 

“Now use your fingers to part that pretty pussy for me.” 

Katie lets out a soft noise and shivers, sliding her hand down. She strokes lightly at her lips as he watches before dipping lower and using her fingers to spread herself open to his gaze–slick and sticky, the mess smeared across her skin, wet and obvious in the warm light of the lamp.

Jackson groans, hips jerking forward, fucking into his fist as she dips her middle finger into the mess, dragging it up to her circle her clit, trembling as it sends pleasure shivering along her nerves.

“Fuck, baby. You look good.” His voice is tight with desire. “Now show me how you play with yourself.”

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What's Your Fantasy Bingo Masterlist

Below you will find the masterlist for all my fills for my What's Your Fantasy bingo. Check out the #melk917fantasybingo for these and other fills!

You can find the full soundtrack for the bingo here. (Including many upcoming....) Each song pairing is in parentheses next to the fic.

Rafael Barba

When No One is Around You, Say Baby, I Love You - Rafael Barba x f!Reader (Tu Vecina - Maluma)

Table Top or Give Me a Lap Dance - Rafael Barba x f!Reader (Envolver - Anitta)

We can do it in the pouring rain - Rafael Barba x f!Reader (Gimme Shelter - The Rolling Stones)

+ more upcoming

Paul Mendelson

More Than Chocolate - Paul Mendelson x gn!Reader (Chocolate - Maluma)

You Can Scratch My Back and Rule Me - Paul Mendelson x f!Reader (Hrs and Hrs - Muni Long)

Whipped Cream with Cherries and Strawberries on Top - Paul Mendelson x gn!Reader (34 + 35 Remix - Ariana Grande, Doja Cat, Megan Thee Stallion)

+ more upcoming

Nevada Ramirez

Sauna, Jacuzzi, the Back Row at the Movie - Nevada Ramirez x gn!Reader(Closer - Nine Inch Nails)

+ more upcoming

Jackson Neill

Upcoming

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First of all, happy new year! I hope 2022 will bring you joy and lots of creativity. Secondly, can I ask for a hc of how the boys (Rafa, Jackson, Nevada and Paul) would spend new year's eve with reader? x

Happy New Year! Thank you! I hope it brings the same to you.

I love New Years, so this is bringing me a lot of joy! All four boys behind the cut + wrote a whole one-shot for one of Raf’s New Years.

Rafa

There's a few different types of NYE you can have with Raf, and it really just depends on his court schedule for January. If there's nothing right away, he's more likely to celebrate. Some years this is just the two of you at home with champagne, some decadent desserts, and some hot, slow, sex. If you get him out? It's usually something higher end. Like that one year you got him to the McKittrick NYE party. Black tie + open bar + debauchery.

Other years, he'll have a case he has to be in court for on the 2nd, and he'll want to stay in, probably working almost the whole time depending on the importance of the case. You can generally get him to take a break for a few hours around midnight, however.

Jackson

With Jackson it depends on if he has the kids that year or not. If he does, it'll be a night in with pizza and games and watching the ball drop on TV. If not, it's likely to still be at home in some way. Either a party thrown by friends, or the two of you at home. If it's just the two of you, you'll often try to get away to a cabin upstate where there's snow and you can drink champagne in the hot tub naked at midnight.

Nevada

Two possibilities with Nevada: you're either out at the club, bottle service, dancing hot and dirty through midnight; OR you're away on a tropical island, just the two of you in some luxury condo on the beach, watching fireworks go off from the infinity pool. In both cases, you're dressed to the nines at the start of the night, and getting the fuck of your life at the end.

Paul

With Paul, you're either at a friend's house or hosting a small party at yours. The drinks are flowing, and there's good food. Maybe some games. Either way, when midnight hits, you're both more than a little drunk, kissing hot and heavy where no one else can see you.

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Academic Distractions

Rating: E (vaginal fingering, p in v sex)

Pairing: Jackson Neill x f!Reader

Summary:

“Jax—” You turned to peer down at him. His head was cocked to the side, but he wasn’t engrossed in the books in front of him. Instead he had caught his lower lip in his teeth, eyes focused on the thin strip of your skin that was peeking out between the waist of your skirt and your sweater. You rolled your eyes.

“Hey—earth to Dr. Neill.” You waved a hand in front of his face, breaking his reverie and he looked up to meet your eyes instead. His cheeks pinked a bit and he gave you a sheepish grin, knowing he was caught.

A/N:

Andddd. voila! For those of you who had voted for Jackson + library sex, I hope this is worth the wait!

Originally intended for Kinktober Day 28 (almost getting caught), but Teasing won the coin toss. Sorry, Jackson, baby. But I hope this makes up for it.

Is this sacrilegious? (Asks the girl who was raised with two religions and none at the same time...) It was not intended to be, but he is a New American Religions professor and it is sex is a religious archive, so. It is what it is. You have been warned.

When Jackson had first mentioned a research trip to Salt Lake City, you had hardly been listening. Your own research was so far removed from his that you had assumed he was just giving you a heads up. But then he was suggesting a longer trip, the both of you in Park City: a week of skiing during the day, followed by nights in the hot tub, a glass of wine in one hand, and the other tangled in Jackson’s hair as you straddled his lap and the two of you made out under the winter sky.

Yes, it was an easy sell. He just needed a day deep in the archives of some tiny local library that somehow had managed to get their hands on several journals from a contemporary of Joseph Smith. It seemed a fair compromise. And after several days on the slopes, you were ready for a break, so you found yourself down in the archives with him, perched on a stepstool, peering at the spines of the collection in the dim light.

“Hey, Jax, can you pass me that card from the archivist again? I’m not sure I’m looking in the right spot.” You reached back behind you without looking, palm up, while you frowned at the journals, trying to decipher the cataloguing system. A few moments passed, and nothing materialized.

“Jax—” You turned to peer down at him. His head was cocked to the side, but he wasn’t engrossed in the books in front of him. Instead he had caught his lower lip in his teeth, eyes focused on the thin strip of your skin that was peeking out between the waist of your skirt and your sweater. You rolled your eyes.

“Hey—earth to Dr. Neill.” You waved a hand in front of his face, breaking his reverie and he looked up to meet your eyes instead. His cheeks pinked a bit and he gave you a sheepish grin, knowing he was caught.

You crossed your arms and your mouth curved in a half smile. “I thought this whole trip was so you could find these journals? We’ve been here for over an hour, and all you’ve done is stand there and watch me while I dig through shelves.”

He shrugged and titled his head back, letting his eyes drag along the length of your body, perched above him on the stool. “I’d hardly say it’s my fault. I had planned on coming to the archives alone.”

“Oh? So I’m the issue here?” You bit back your smile, crossing your arms across your chest and his eyes dropped to the low neck of your sweater where the curve of your breasts peeked over the edge.

He took a small step forward and reached out to trail his fingers over your bare knee. “Yes, without you here, I’d have been in and out with the books already.” The fingers on your knee ghosted up the inside of your leg, stopping just under the hem of your skirt, long fingers tapping lightly along your inner thigh.

“Jackson…” you warned. “What are you playing at?”

“Hmmm, isn’t it clear?” He pressed a gentle kiss to the side of your knee and you shivered.

“Jackson, we’re guests in this archive.”

He looked up at you through his lashes, thumb rubbing circles into your skin. He leaned forward, resting his cheek against your thigh, stubble scratching against your skin as he rubbed it back and forth, running the tip of his nose along the line of your leg. “I can’t focus. Not with you here, looking like this.”

“Looking like what?” Your voice wavered, heart rate ticking up as you felt heat bloom through your body at his touch.

He turned his face, pressing his knowing smile into your skin. “You’re telling me you wore this short plaid skirt and sweater combination—in the middle of winter, at a ski resort—by accident? A fashion statement?” His lips brushed a little higher, breath ghosting over your thigh as his fingers played along the curve of your calf.

You pouted, your disapproving glare undermined by how you shivered at his touch. “It’s a good outfit.”

He pulled back to look up at you, gaze tracing over your curves with enough heat that it was almost like a physical touch. He reached your face, and one eyebrow quirked up. “Mmhmm… good for a naughty school girl fantasy.”

Your face heated and you huffed, catching his wandering fingers in a tight grip as you hopped down from the stool, your other hand coming to his chest to push him back, poking him accusingly. “I think that’s just your fantasy, Professor.”

“Oh?” He turned, grabbing your wrist in one large hand and crowding you back against the bookcase until you were pressed into the dusty tomes behind you. Your breath caught, desire twisting in your low belly as he used his superior strength and size to trap you between the solid bulk of his chest and the shelves. His free hand was firm on your hip while the other released your wrist to trail up your sternum, along your collarbone and up your neck to grip your jaw. “Should we test that theory? Subject your claims to rigorous academic review?” He leaned in, brushing his lips over yours in a tease.

You snorted. “Seriously?”

He pulled back to smirk down at you. “Seriously. I think, if I do a little bit of research, I’ll be able to prove you’ve been just as distracted as I have been.”

You tilted your chin back as far as you could in his grip, a stubborn set to your jaw. “And how, pray tell, do you plan to do that?”

The hand on your hip dropped low, fingers toying with the hem of your skirt as he held your eyes with his, their brilliant green glowing in the low light of the archive. You held your breath as he dragged his fingers up your inner thigh, light enough to tease, but firm enough to signal intent, stroking the sensitive skin at the apex of your thighs. “A little primary research,” he whispered against your lips, ghosting his fingers across the soaked cotton of your panties.

You swallowed your moan as he stroked you gently through the drenched fabric.

“Ah, interesting results so far.” His mouth twisted in a smug smile. “I think I should test my theory further, no?”

“Jackson,” you breathed out, intending to warn him off but the play of his fingers over your sensitive flesh was sending tiny shocks of pleasure through your system and it came out sounding reverent instead.

Here, surrounded by religious tomes, a framed photo of Joseph Smith on the wall, watching you out of the corner of his eye, Jackson pushed the thin cotton of your panties aside and slid a single long finger inside of you, both your moans at the feeling blending together, sounding loud and blasphemous in the quiet of the archive.

“I think this is pretty conclusive evidence,” he murmured into your skin, finger pumping in and out, path slick and easy. Your hips rocked down of their own volition, chasing even the meager stretch of the single digit. Your hands came up to grip at his biceps, intending to push him away, gain some breathing room, but instead you gasped, throwing your head back against the books as he slid a second finger in alongside the first, and you used your grip on his arms to haul him in closer.

You could feel his low laugh rumble deep in his chest where he was pressed against you. His free hand came up to tug one of your hands from his arm. “There’s only one thing left now, one more thing to prove you’re just as affected.”

You groaned lightly, biting at your lower lip to try and hold the sounds in as he twisted his fingers, dragging them over that spot inside you that made stars spark behind your eyelids and heat pool in your groin. “Wha-what’s that?” Your voice was shaking and thready, and you were rocking down against him now.

He tilted his chin to nip at your earlobe and you gasped. “Peer review.”

He used his grip on your hand to slide your palm down your body, shifting so he could bring it underneath your skirt along with his. He pressed your hand flat, curling your fingers over your mound till they brushed alongside where you were stretched around his. You couldn’t help it, you stroked along your slit, slick despite your protests that you hadn’t been thinking about him. You bit your lip hard against the low moan that threatened to emerge at the rush from your hands working in tandem.

Jackson added a third finger, curling them inside you and breathing out hard through his nose at the lines of your throat as your head dropped back against the books and you whimpered, fingers working in small circles over your clit. “Yeah, that’s it. Come on, touch yourself. Feel how wet you are and try to tell me you haven’t been just as distracted as me.”

You gripped his bicep hard with one hand as your ground down against his fingers, breath coming short as he picked up speed, lewd, wet sounds of him fingering you making your clench down around them and moan.

You tilted your face up to see him watching you, cheeks flushed, eyes dark. You bit your lip and shook your head, determined not to give in even as your muscles started to tremble as he worked you higher and higher. “Flawed reasoning,” you gasped out, hand on his bicep pulling him closer so you could feel his chest against you, your lips brushing his jaw. “You’ve interfered in the process. I can’t verify if it was like this before you started.”

A shocked laugh punches out of his chest. “You’re so difficult.” He grabs your waist, pulling you against him completely so his cock, hard in his pants, slots into the crease of your hip and he can roll his hips against you, moaning at the friction. You gasp, tapering off into a whine as he pulls his fingers from your cunt and presses them to your lips, smearing your slick across them. “Tell me you don’t want me to have you here and I’ll stop,” he growled, “but I think we both know otherwise.”

You parted your lips and he pressed his fingers into your mouth and you moaned around them, cleaning yourself from him, mouthing at the tips, tongue flicking out to get between them. He looked wrecked, pupils blown wide, face flushed, lips parted and bitten red as he watched you writhe against him. The naked want across his face had you groaning and you fisted your hand in the back of his hair, jerking him forward into a hard kiss.

He whined into it, hips jerking against you as you roughly ran your knuckles along the line of his dick, hard and hot even through his jeans, and your resolve crumbled.

“Shit. Fuck. This is a terrible idea” you groaned against his lips as your fingers scrambled at his belt, popping the button on his jeans. “We have to be quick. We have to be quiet.”

He laughed breathlessly “Your warning is noted.” And then he was groaning too as you shoved his jeans and briefs down his thighs, his cock springing up, tip slick with precum and flushed a deep red.

He grabbed your waist, spinning you around and pressing you into the books, tilting your hips back. You gasped, scrambling to grip the shelf as he yanked your panties to the side, dipping the fingers of his other hand into your folds to gather up your slick.

You groaned at the sound of him fucking into the same hand, slicking himself with your juices before pressing the crown to you and pushing in, one long, firm slide. He didn’t let up on the motion until he bottomed out, hips pressed against your ass, his hands tight on your waist, both of you gasping.

“Fuck,” Jackson paused, breath coming in harsh gasps that, if you were in your right mind, would make you worry about calling attention to the two of you. “Fuck, you feel so good.”

“Jax—” You were gasping too, reaching a hand behind you to pull him closer, and he let you, leaning up as you turned your head to meet you in a sloppy kiss, all lips and tongue, as he started to roll his hips.

“Fuck, yes,” your words slurred against his mouth as he picked up speed immediately, fucking into you hard and fast, the sound of skin-on-skin loud and obvious in the quiet of the archive, the portraits on the wall looking down in disapproval as you profane their holy works.

Jackson dropped his face to press into your neck, mouthing at your skin, nipping, sucking a bruise under your jaw as you threw your head back with a bitten off cry. You were scrabbling at the shelves in front of you, clutching at anything you could to keep yourself grounded as you got absolutely railed.

He slapped a hand over your mouth as you continued to moan, small sounds tumbling out each time his cock slammed home.

“We have to be quiet, remember?” he growled, other hand tight on your hip, pulling you back on his cock as he thrust forward. You whimpered, clenching down on him as he roughly pushed two fingers into your mouth, curling them over your tongue. You sucked on them, tilting your jaw to encourage him to push deeper into your mouth, to gag you so you couldn’t cry out and give away your transgressions.

“Fuck,” He was groaning into your neck, his hips starting to falter in their rhythm. “I’m not gonna last. Touch yourself. Want to feel you come on my cock. Please.”

You dropped a hand to your clit at his sweet entreaty, at odds with how roughly he was taking you. You worked your fingers in hard, fast circles to match his pace, swallowing a groan, knuckles of your free hand turning white as you tried to hold yourself upright.

The pleasure that was rising in your system had been a blurry haze, surrounding you like a cloud, sparking and tingling throughout your body. Now, at the touch of your hand, it’s been brought into sharp focus, the white hot edge clear and present as you came, choking on a silent cry as you hurdled over the edge, the world seeming to fall out from under you, every muscle in your body seized in pleasure. Your pussy clenched down on Jackson’s cock as he fucked you through it, one, two, three more thrusts before he bit down on your shoulder, muffling his cry as he came deep inside you, filling you up.

He rode out the aftershocks, panting against your neck, lips pressed against your skin and you hummed, reaching back to grasp his hand, tangling your fingers together. You went to tug him forward, intending to press your lips to his knuckles when there was a loud creak and the door to the archive was thrown open.

“Everything ok down there? It sounded like something might have fallen over.”

You jerked, dislodging Jackson’s softening cock and spun around to see a look of horror on his face as the heavy tread of the archivist could be heard coming down the stairs to the stacks.

“Shit.” He yanked up his pants, not bothering with his belt while you pulled your skirt down and shoved his coat at him to cover any obvious stains.

“Oh no!” You called out, tugging at the hem of your sweater, and trying to smooth your hair in a way that didn’t make it clear you had just been fucked in someone’s holy archives. “We’re fine! We’re good! Just knocked some books over. No need to come back here!”

The footsteps got closer and Jackson is wheezing, trying to hold back his laughter, while you shove him and scramble with the pile of books that had ended up scattered over the floor in the intensity of your orgasm.

The kindly old lady poked her head around the corner just as you stood with the books in your arms. Jackson held his coat in front of his open pants like a shield, face flushed and hair sticking up all over.

“Oh!” She exclaimed, and frowned in disapproval, looking from you to Jackson and back. You were screwed, and not in the fun way you had been just moments before. And your moment of panic was only made worse by the slow trickle of cum that was now seeping out from your panties and down your thigh.

The old woman tisked and shook her finger at Jackson. “Now that’s not very gentlemanly, letting your lady friend do all the hard work. You should be putting all those muscles to work and doing the heavy lifting.”

“Ah…” Jackson sounded strained as he ducked his head bashfully. “Of course. I’ll uh, help her out right away.”

The old lady frowned at him, clearly not trusting, then nodded. “Be sure you do.” And with that she turned and shuffled back upstairs.

You barely held it together, gasping, tears forming at the corner of your eyes as you bit your lip against the hysterical burble that threatened to burst out, and when the door clicked shut both you and Jackson burst into laughter. He dropped his coat, tugging the books from your hands and crowded you back against the shelf, lips pressed to the corner of your mouth, your cheek, your jaw line.

“And here I was thinking I had done all the hard work.” He murmured against your skin, smirking and rolling his hips into you suggestively.

You curled your fingers in this shirt, pulling him against you, and laughed. “You say that like I put no work into distracting you that whole time.”

He snorted, nipping at your jaw, grinning at your gasp. “See? I knew my research was definitive.”

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It's been so cold and dreary lately. Any thoughts on how the boys would handle snow days / winter hibernation with you?

Oh this is perfect for me right now, Anon. It’s been below freezing for weeks. See all four boys below the cut.

Nevada

Nevada does not do well in the cold. He is constantly irritable. He has the heat cranked way up in the apartment (like 75), and does not walk more than a block or so. He is driven everywhere. He refuses to wear heavy outerwear, though. He thinks it would make him look “weak” so he won’t wear anything more than a slightly heavier leather jacket that he’ll zip up, and thicker boots.

Really though? He’s really fucking cold and will turn into an irritable, grouchy mess when exposed too long. He’ll just hold it together until he’s in private. You can bet he’ll come home and spend an hour in the shower, all steam heat and hot water, warming up (and he will 100% welcome any company that hopes to help warm him up even more...). And at night, he’ll pile up blankets and leave the heat high, using your body heat to help keep his up. (He will still refuse any pajamas that are heavier than an undershirt and boxers, because God forbid he’s needed in the middle of the night and someone sees him bundled up in flannel pajamas. He blames the thermostat and all the blankets on you to save face. But let's be real, all his men know he just can’t deal with the cold. He’s too pissy all the time for them not to notice.)

If he has even the slightest opportunity, he is taking off for some place warm with a beach.

Jackson

Jackson loves a good snow day inside in front of the fire. His house has a great living room with a wood-burning fireplace, and he’ll open a bottle of wine, get some snacks, and curl up with you in front of the fire, content to be lazy and wrapped around each other.

(Though at some point he will have to make sure the driveway is shoveled or you’ll be snowed in for real.)

He is also known to forget his hat or gloves when going out, and will often show up, cheeks pink and absolutely smug when he crowds up against you to steal your body heat (and more than a few kisses).

Jackson would 100% look forward to booking a cabin for a long weekend where you can really be snowed in, spending all your time naked and intertwined in front of the fire, absolutely no responsibilities except keeping each other warm.

Paul

Paul was up early to shovel the driveway first and foremost. And then he’s stripping off layers and getting back in bed with his cold fingers and nose and cheeks, and pulling you close, laughing at your yelp as he slips his hands under your shirt to warm them up.

If it’s not actively snowing, he does enjoy a winter hike and then warming up with some hot chocolate followed by a nap on the couch.

If it’s still snowing, he’s very similar to Jackson. Lighting a fire, pouring some wine, and pulling you close to make out and slip his hands under your clothes to run his fingers over your skin.

Rafael

Like Nevada, Rafael does not do well in the cold. Sure, he grew up with it, so he knows how to manage, but he gets cold easily and it makes him low-key miserable. He’ll bundle up a fair amount when he goes out, but he also tries to avoid going out unless he has to, so you can bet most of the winter will be spent cuddled up at home when he’s not working.

He’ll pile blankets on the bed, or on the couch. He’ll pull on more clothes at night as well. For a man who generally wanders around his apartment in just his underwear, you were endlessly amused the first winter you were together to see all the layers he’d have on at all times. But mostly, he’ll use you to stay warm. At night, he’ll curl into you, shoving his cold hands and feet up against you, stealing body heat. He’ll be completely wrapped around you, cold nose shoved into your neck. It would be sweet if he also didn’t throw off a ton of body heat himself. If you run even the slightest bit warm, you’re probably sweating all night just to keep him comfortable.

If he has been outside and is grumpy from the cold, his mood will be immensely improved by a hot bath. He’ll do it alone, but infinitely prefers that you join him. He likes it with water so hot it’s nearly scalding, and will pull you close, tucking you against him, his nose pressed against the back of your neck, trailing kisses over your shoulders. If you squirm at all, he’ll just tell you he’s warming up his lips, hiding his smile at your huff of fond exasperation against your skin.

Though, despite his dislike of cold, he does enjoy a good ski trip. But less for the snow and more for après ski happy hours and the evenings spent with you in the hot tub or in front of the fire with a drink, a book, and dozing off with you curled into him. (But you can get him out on the slopes, even if the cold air hurts his face and makes him grumble. He’s not a great skier, but he can get down the mountain with no issues.)

During the incredibly rare years he can take time off twice in the winter, he’d prefer both a ski trip and a trip somewhere that’s hot and sunny where he can lie on the beach all day and pretend to read a book. Anywhere that isn’t New York in January, where he’s more likely to step off the curb into a pothole of black slush up to his knees.

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