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Ride

A Bucky Barnes One-Shot

Character Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Female Reader

Word Count: 1633

Warnings: NSFW, 18+ Smut, Language, thigh riding, sex and mentions of the thighs of betrayal.

A/N: This is for @emilyevanston‘s Kate’s Cards Against Humanity Writing Challenge! Congrats on 1 year and 2k followers my dear!

Prompt: Powerful Thighs

Masterlist


Originally posted by marga-r


“Cause of death,” you whispered to Natasha, making her snort.

You took another bite of your cereal and watched Bucky walk over to the refrigerator. He opened the door and reached in, grabbing a water. You and Nat both barely held in groans when he tipped it back and took long pulls from the bottle, the muscles in his throat working vigorously.

He had been down in the gym with Steve. He hadn’t hit the shower yet so his chest was gloriously bare, sweat still clinging to his skin. The gray gym shorts he was wearing were hanging low on his hips, a peak of his black underwear visible. The sweat on his legs were making his shorts stick to his thighs.

That is the cause of death you had been referring to.

When you had entered the gym a half an hour ago to retrieve your hairbrush that you left in the shower room, Bucky had been doing squats. You had frozen in place as you watched the muscles in his back bunch with every movement. His shorts had stretched tight across his firm ass and had ridden halfway up his thighs. The muscles were straining as he bent deep, the weights on the barbell across his shoulders staying parallel.

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The Golden Ones (M)

Pairing: Jungkook x Reader

Genre: one shot, angst, fluff and some crazy smut

Word Count: 2,745

Warnings: oral sex, curisng and foul language, just smut 

Request: for @teenagehopless : 8, 23, & 50 w Mr. Jeon Jungkook. Make it fluffy and maybeee a little smutty please ~ thanks so much love

Summary: You and Jungkook are the best of the best at school, the Golden Ones. But being the competitive people you both are causes for some mischief.

A/N: Hi everyone. I’m back with another one shot from the prompt list. I hope you like it. ~admin L

8: “You’re so fucking hot when you’re mad.”

23: “If we get caught I’m blaming you.”

50: “Did you just flick me?”


You and Jungkook are both the golden students everybody wants to be. You both excel in your academics, you are both advanced in any sport, and you both are just overall great at anything you do.

Many would expect you both to get along well. But they couldn’t be more wrong.

Another thing you and Jungkook have in common is your competitiveness. You both want to be the best and only the best. So it’s fair to say that you both didn’t get along well at all.

If you exceeded him on a grade on a test, he would run more laps than you. If you beat him in basketball, he would paint something better than you, and the process goes on.

You are both also the most desired people in school. Every girl is all over Jungkook and every boy is all you. But because of your blinded rivalry, both of you have never noticed.

You are rivals and you alway have been since you’ve known each other and nothing is going to change that.

Until you were both chosen to be on the same team for a soccer tournament at your school.

It’s sports week at your school and everyone is hyped. A handful of the best players compete in different sports and are ranked on ability. This is the perfect opportunity for you to show what you’re made of and to beat Jungkook.

You both played on opposing teams for every sport up until soccer.

You were put on the same team and will have to work together to win … together.

You’re not happy but at least you’re captain which means you get to call the shots. You made your whole game plan and as much as you hate to admit, you have to use Jungkook a lot in order to win. Cause that’s what’s important.

Your team gathers on the field and huddles around you as you explain the game plan.

"Do you all understand?” you ask.

A loud roar of agreement from the team erupts and you all chant before dispersing to stretch.

“I wonder by how many points I’m going to beat you by,” says a voice next to you while you are stretching.

You turn to the voice to see Jungkook stretching out his arms across his chest.

“I don’t know if you noticed but we’re on the same team,” you say sarcastically.

“Doesn’t matter to me,” he says with a smirk.

“Listen Jungkook, I’m not in the mood to compete with you,” you sigh. “I’m just trying to win the other team.”

“Oh we will, because of me,” he presses.

“No, I’m pretty sure it’s going to be because of me. I am the captain after all,” you smirk.

He frowns but before he can retort, the referee is calling for the teams to get into place.

Before you know it, the game has started and everyone is running around.

The game started out well. Your game plan was working well, everyone doing what you said.

It wasn’t until Jungkook kept getting the ball that it went down hill from there.

He would have the ball but would immediately be cornered by the opposing team.

“I’m open!” you yell from a couple feet away. He makes eye contact with you but then looks away and still keeps the ball. He runs all the way to the goal and luckily makes it.

He wasn’t quite lucky the times after that. You would yell and run to his side to help him make the goal but he would just push you away or run somewhere else.

It wasn’t until when you had the ball that you were done playing games. You expertly made your way past the opposing players toward the goal but right before you can reach the goal, Jungkook steals the ball from you and makes the goal himself.

You groan angrily as he takes credit for your work. But you let it slide for the sake of winning.

He does it a few more times, taking the ball away from you and engulfs in the cheers of the crowd.

When you got the ball again, you made sure to play a different game plan than the one you presented to the team. That way, Jungkook couldn’t take the ball away.

Just as you were running to the goal, Jungkook runs up to you and trips you, causing you to tumble on the floor and land hard on your knee and then your face.

Everything becomes quiet. The players and the crowd are in silence as they process what had happened. The ref and your team come by your side to help you up. You slowly stand up on your own and shove the helping hands away from you as you try to insist you are okay.

“I’m fine, I’m fine. I promise,” you say convincingly as you just want to get back to the game. You look up and see Jungkook looking at you worriedly from afar.

Suddenly you feel liquid run down your knee and you look down to see blood streaming down your leg.

“Fuck,” you mutter. “I’m going to bandage myself up and I’ll be right back. Jimin, take my place.”

You slowly limp away toward the locker room and bandage yourself up. You weren’t as badly injured as you thought you would be. Besides the cut, you were just sore so you were pretty much set to play again. As you limp back to the field, you see the audience screaming and your team carrying Jungkook on their shoulders toward the locker room, cheering him on.

You go up to the ref. “Wait, what happened? I thought we had 20 minutes left.”

“After your injury, we decided to cut the game short and played one more round before finishing. You’re lucky Jungkook is on your team, he made the winning goal.”

You are absolutely pissed. Not only are you injured because of Jungkook, but he’s getting praise for the game you led. You could have sworn smoke was coming out of your ears.

You stomp to the boys locker room, ignoring the slight pain on your knee. Your adrenaline was preventing you from feeling any pain at the moment. You walk in to find half naked men getting dressed. They all gasp when they see you, but you ignore their surprised reactions.

“Where’s Jungkook?” you ask one of the random shirtless men.

“Uhh, he should be by his locker two rows down,” he says awkwardly.

You walk over to where you were directed and see Jungkook, shirtless, talking to one of his teammates.

You turn him over and push him against the lockers.

“What the fuck,” says Jungkook, getting ready to fight whoever it is until he realizes it’s you, causing his eyes to widen.

You laugh sarcastically. “What the fuck?” you mimic him. “I think I should be the one telling you that right now.”

You look around and notice that everything is quiet. Everyone is looking at your interaction right now.

“Everyone get out,” you say looking at everyone in the room. “Now.”

And with that, every single person is walking hurriedly out of the room, giving you some privacy.

Jungkook tries walking out with the rest, but you grab his shoulders and push him back on the lockers, making him wince.

“You’re not going anywhere,” you demand.

Once everyone is out of the room you turn back to Jungkook, arms on either side of him, caging him in.

“What’s your problem with me?” you ask Jungkook.

“What?”

“What the fuck is your problem?” you repeat.

“I-I don’t know what you’re talking about,” he avoids eye contact.

You don’t know if it’s your words or your proximity that is making him nervous but you continue nonetheless.

“Not only did you ignore my game plan, but you took my shots and you caused my injury,” you say through gritted teeth. You lean in closer, trying to catch his eyes. “What are you so afraid of, huh? Are you afraid that a girl might be better than you? Is that what it is?”

His eyes flick up to look at yours and when you think he’s going to say something, he leans in and captures your lips with his. He grips your hips and turns you around so that now you are against the lockers. You’re still in shock, staying still as he leans away from the kiss.

“You’re so fucking hot when you’re mad,” he mutters against your lips.

“W-what?”

“I said you’re hot and I like you.”

“You like me?”

“Yeah,” he says as he leans back in to kiss you. This time your lips respond back, causing him to smile into the kiss.

So many things are going through your mind that you push him back slightly.

“Wait what the fu-” you say before you were flicked on the forehead by Jungkook.

“Did you just flick me?”

“Yeah, now shut up and kiss me.”

And with that he leans back in and attacks your lips. You don’t know if it was your confused mind or the  loss of blood but you kiss back and wrap your arms around his neck and pull him closer. He smirks into the kiss and slowly lowers his hands from your waist to your ass. He gives it a squeeze causing you to gasp, giving him the opportunity to slip his tongue in your mouth.

You moan in his mouth as he rocks his hips against yours.

“Fuck,” you moan as he travels down your jaw to your neck.

“You’re so fucking hot,” he mumbles against your neck as you pant.

You slip your hands down his shirtless torso and rock hard abs and made your way to his bulge.

You fondle him through his gray soccer shorts, feeling him harden under your touch.

“Oh shit,” groans Jungkook. “Feels so good, baby girl.”

Wanting to feel more of you, he lifts up your leg to grind against you but you whimper in pain as he holds your injured leg.

He let’s go of you immediately, eyes wide. “Oh my god, I’m so sorry Y/N. I completely forgot. Shit, I’m so stupid.”

You slowly limp to the bench in between the locker rows and sit down, massaging your knee.

“It’s fine Jungkook,” you mutter in pain.

“Fuck, I’m so sorry,” he apologizes again.

“I know you are. I told you I’m fine. I just need to take some pain killers and rest it and I’ll be as good as new.”

You try smiling up at him to reassure him that you’re fine but he  wasn’t having it. He frowned and pouted apologetically.

You didn’t know what to do at this moment so you decide it’s time to go.

“I should get going and rest this knee,” you say as you get up and try to balance yourself.

“Wait,” Jungkook comes up and settles you back down on the bench. He’s on his knees, looking up to you while holding both your hands.

“Let me make it up to you,” he says.

“No, it’s oka-”

“Please, Y/N. I want to make you feel good,” he says lowly.

That’s when you notice the darkness in his eyes. Lust filled eyes looking back at you expectantly.

“W-what?” you mumble. “How?”

“I gave you that injury,” he says guiltily as he let’s go of your hands and places them on your thighs, rubbing them up and down. “So it’s only fair that I make you feel good.”

Before you can say anything, he leans up and kisses your lips softly. This was a huge contrast compared to the passionate, desperate kisses from before.

As you kiss back, he reaches for your waist and pulls down your shorts. You lift your hips, making it easier for them to come off.

“Fuck, you’re so beautiful,” he says as he leans back up to kiss your lips.

He then places one of his hands above your clothed core and slowly rubs it in circles.

“Jungkook,” you moan against his lips.

“Yes, baby?” he asks looking you in the eye.

“If we get caught, I’m blaming you.”

Right then he slips his hand underneath the waist band of your underwear and rubs your clit. “Then so be it.”

Your back arches at the sensation, your head thrown back, allowing him the opportunity to attach his lips against your neck.

He sucks a bruise you know will be there later. You’ll just blame it on the injury, you thought.

He soon sticks two fingers in your entrances and begins pumping in a slow rhythm.

“Shit,” your eyes roll back.

“You like that baby?” Jungkook mutters against your neck.

“Fuck, more. I need more,” you moan.

“Say my name,” he demands.

“Jungkook,” you moan quietly.

“Louder,” he says as he curls his fingers in you.

“Jungkook!” you moan loudly, your voice echoing in the empty locker room.

“Thank you baby,” he says as he detaches himself from your neck leans down lower toward your naval. He removes his fingers so he can take off your underwear.

Before you can question his absence, you feel his tongue lick your core.

Your back arches against nothing while a whimper comes out.

Jungkook looks up and doesn’t break eye contact with you while he continues to lick at your clit while pumping his fingers in your entrance.

“You like that baby?” he mumbles against your core.

“Y-yes,” you moan. “Fuck,” you whimper when he begins to suck on your clit.

You reach down and entangle your fingers in his hair.

“Fuck, Jungkook. I’m so close.”

“Cum for me baby.” He begins pumping really fast while sucking on your clit. The sensations are too much and with loud moan you’re coming. He begins to pump slowly, riding out your high before pulling out and kissing your lips.

He then gets up and opens his locker to get a towel. He cleans you up quietly, while you sit there trying to catch your breath. After he’s done, he puts his towel back in his locker while you pulled your shorts  and underwear back up.

You get up and he turns around to look at you.

“Well I better get going,” you start. “Umm, thank you for this, I guess.”

“It was my pleasure,” he smirks.

You chuckle nervously. “Yeah, well I’ll see you around.” You begin to walk away before he catches your arm.

“Wait!”

You turn around and face him as his eyes flicker down to the floor.

“Yeah?” you question.

“Do you want to go out some time? I know usually this process is the other way around but I really like you.” He grabs both of your hands and leans forward. “So do you want to go out with me?”

Before you could say anything, you had to clear up some things.

“Wait, if you like me, then why were you such an asshole to me? You fucking injured me for fucks sake.”

He scratches the back of his neck. “That was too far, wasn’t it? I didn’t mean to hurt you that bad. I don’t know,” he sighs in defeat. “It’s just that I don’t know how to act around you.”

“You could have just talked to me like everyone else.”

“I’m sorry I just didn’t know another way to get your attention. Every guy is all over you and I didn’t know what to do. I thought this rivalry would get us somewhere but it just did the opposite. I’m sorry, I’ll never hurt you again.”

He looks at you waiting for an answer but you stay quiet. Should you date him? He did cause your injury but then again it wasn’t necessarily intentional. There was a genuinely innocent motive behind it.

“Okay, fine. I’ll go out with you,” you say looking down. That’s when you realize he’s still shirtless. A blush creeps onto your cheeks and you look back up.

“Umm, do you mind putting on a shirt? It’s a bit distracting.”

He smirks, “Anything for you babe.”

After you’ve gathered all your things, you begin to head out.

“Do you need a ride home?” he asks.

“If you don’t mind …” you begin.

“Not at all,” he smiles.

All of a sudden he picks you up bridal style and walks to his car.

“And maybe we can have round two,” he suggests.

You laugh. “You’ll have to earn round two.”

“Challenge accepted.”


A/N: Thank you everyone for being patient and please make sure to stick around for more to come. 

Masterlist

Updated: 1/3/17

DRABBLES

HEADCANONS

MASTERLIST

B.A.P

     Zelo:
          
So Small
          Naughty List (M)
          
Just Friends

     Youngjae:
          Candy Cane

     Jongup:
          Mistletoe

     Daehyun:
          Daddy’s Girl
          Walk in the Park

     Himchan:
          Family First
          Loser

     Yongguk:
          The Life and Times of Tigger
          Wait for Me
          Tantrum

Block B

     Zico:
          Ho Ho Hopefully
          Tough Cookie
          Great
          Lost in Translation

     Taeil:
          Study Date

     P.O:
          A Few Years Later

BTS

     Jimin:
          Nightmare (M)
         
Bad Day

     Jungkook:
          Not All Bad

     Suga:
          Cypher
          Pillow Talk
          The Last

     Jin:
          Extra
          Conflicted

     Rap Monster:
          God of Destruction
          Bubbles

     V:
          Love Yourself

     J-Hope:
          It’s Hard

EXO

     Chanyeol:
          As Long As You Love Me (Wolf!AU)

     Chen:
          Chasing Cars

     Xiumin:
          Can’t Help It (M)
         
Blue

     Suho:
          Work of Art

f(x)

     Amber:
          Wake Me Up (M)

GOT7

     Jr.:
          Cuddle
          Caught

     JB:
          Cliche
          Earned It (M)
         
Heart of Gold
          When I Wake Up (M)
         
Up a Tree

     Jackson:
           You Got It
           Move (M)
         
 Kiss Me
           Good Enough (M)
         
 Romance Killed the Variety Star
           Say You’ll Haunt Me

      Mark:
          Move (M)
         
Good Morning (M)
         
Mine 
          When I’m At Home (M)

     Yugyeom:
         
It’s Gonna Be Me

iKON

     Bobby:
          Babies
          Choke (M)
          Traffic (M)
         
Firsts (M)
         
Walk Away
          Treat You Better (Part two of Walk Away)
          Only You (part three of Walk Away)
          Do It Again (M)
          
Manly
          Out of the Woods

     B.I:
          Just Watch (M)
         
Crush
          Signs (M)

MONSTA X

     Wonho:
          Occupied (M)

     Jooheon:
          Happy (M)
         
I Must Be Dreaming
         Night Changes
         Scared Half to Death

     Shownu:
          OTP
          Highway to Hell (M)

     Kihyun:
          War

     I.M:
          Hero
          Mastermind
          Blackout (M)

NCT

     Ten:
         
Live and Learn

NU’EST

     Ren:
          Hot Chocolate

SEVENTEEN

     Wonwoo:
          I Love It
          Adore You

     Hansol:
          Can’t Wait

     Jeonghan:
          Pretty Boy
          View (M)
         
Closer (M)

     Joshua:
          Everything I Didn’t Say

     Hoshi:
          Shower (M)

     S.Coups:
         
Ride (M)
         
Night Changes
          Experience (M)
         
Closer (M)

     Woozi:
          Have A Ball

SHINee

     Minho:
          Mornings

     Taemin:
          Show Me

SOLO

     CL:
          Accident
          Something to Talk About (M)

     Giriboy:
          Traditions (M)
         
Bed Peace
          Cheater, Cheater
          Hair
          Let It Go
          First Date
          Something New (M)
         
A Better Reality 
          Pretty Enough
          Okey-Dokey
          Feature
          Up All Night

     Gray:
          Short Fuse
          Disaster
          Frustrated (M)
         
Freddy

     Gwangmin:
          Just Roommates (M)

     Hoody:
          Sing (M)
         
Not Over Yet
          All Yours

     Jay Park:
          Right Idea
          Those Meddling Rappers! And That Meddling Gray, Too! (M)
         
One and Only? (M)
         
Sounds Good, Feels Good (M)
         
I Need You (M)
         
Drunk
          Haven’t Been Caught Yet (M)
         
More Than Song Joong Ki?
          Often (M)
         
I Know (M)
         
Argument (M)
         
What You Came For (M)
         
Closer
          Can’t Win ‘Em All

     Loco:
           Good Night
           For You
           Greater Good
           Talking Body
           Thin Walls (M)
           
Serious

     Mad Clown:
            Mad About You

     Mino:
          Old
         One Ring
         Sundays (M)
         
Love Song
         I’m Not Him (M)
         
Missing You

     Sik-K:
          Daddy (M)
         
Want You to Want Me
          Take Me Home
          Are We?

     Simon D:
          Fake It
          Done (M)
         
Tattoo
          Under the Table (M)
          Good Girls (M)
         
Surprise
          Nice Guys Finish Last
          Talk Dirty to Me (M)
         
Positive
          Oral Fixation (M)
         
Small Things
          Camping (M)
         
I Don’t Dance
          This is Halloween

     Ugly Duck:
          Never Judge a Duck By Its Feathers
          When I Wake Up

      Zion. T:
           Mad as Rabbits

SERIES

     One and Only? (Jay Park + Simon D | RATED M) *Finished
           1. Those Meddling Rappers! And That Meddling Gray, Too! (M)
           2.
One and Only? (M)
           3.
Just Breathe
           4. I Need You (M)
           5.
Fly
           6. Press Your Number
           7. Say You’ll Mean It
           8. Dark Blue (Epilogue)

     House of Cards (Suga | RATED M) *HIATUS
          1. Prologue
          2. Chapter One

anonymous asked:

Asriel, are you ever getting a girlfriend? Because we don't want you to be lonely. Maybe a gray short eyeless Frisk would be a good soulmate. Right??? *Wink *Wink.

*squints*
Alright who’s with me about doing a compilation of the weirdest and cringiest asks i get on a daily basis?8D; lots of material here

Take a Ride with Me, Baby

Take a Ride with Me, Baby by evansrogerskitten

Dean Winchester x Reader 

Dean has rebuilt a  cherry red 1954 pickup. He convinces his girl to take a ride with him one summer evening. 

Warnings: Smut, of course. Language. Fluff. Dean being way too adorable and sexy. WC: 1610 On AO3 Photo credit: Clif Kosterman ig

Happy Galentines Day! ♥


The loud, repetitive honking made me laugh, as I looked through the living room window. I was surprised to see a classic red truck parked out front, Dean hanging out of the door.

“C'mon, baby. Get in the truck.” Dean hollered at me through the open window. The light of a summer sunset was fading  behind the houses across the street.

I walked down the driveway to the 1954 pickup, it’s cherry red paint shiny from the recent wax Dean had applied.

“Sweetheart, I only have her tonight. Take a ride with me.” Dean pleaded, his hand beckoning me.

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Will You Stay?

Bucky x Reader

Summary: Don’t let go of him. He needs you. He wants you stay, but he doesn’t know how to say it.

Warnings: Angst, all that good shit, it’ll end with a sort of cliffhanger idk i like to call it an interpretive ending but whatever floats your boat, also the obvious language warnings and mentions of baby buck not being okay :-(

Word Count: 9.1k (i’m SORRY)

Author’s Note: so, again, thank you to my inspo tag bc I saw this quote and it’s been churning in my head for so long but I’ve never had the chance to actually sit down and write it. This literally took me a full year to write so let’s see how it goes ¯\_(ツ)_/¯ Also this could possibly go into a part two if you guys want it. I have an idea for it but if people want to use their imagination to create their own ending then by all means! Anyways, feedback is more than welcome and please leave requests; I’d love to see what you guys want to read :)


Originally posted by gliceria


It’s funny how easily someone’s world can come crashing down. How easily the bright colors that once painted your world turn to an ashen gray within a few short minutes. It’s sickening that love can raise you up to the sky and show you the world and the beautiful blues and golds of the sky. It’s intoxicating how drunk you feel off of the beauty and the glory of having it all, of seeing it all. How warm you feel, how weightless and limitless, like you’re the air. Twisting and turning, light and free. Young and spirited, wild and reckless and untamed.

Poets, authors and painters convey love with the prettiest words and the lightest shades of pink and yellow and white. They romanticize the fall, the moments before the leap and how wonderful it feels when you finally do.

What they never tell you about is after the fall. 

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Mine (M)

gif credits to Smuttyfairy

Summary: When your shower-drying session gets cut short and you’re left with nothing but a towel, Jungkook couldn’t help but indulge in his thoughts when he saw you. He opened his mouth to speak what was on his mind just before you ran off to your room and slammed the door shut, only to have your fretting thoughts interrupted as Jungkook entered the room uninvited with eyes darker than sin.

Genre: smut w/ plenty of dirty talk c:

Insert Versions: Noona | (Y/N)

Word count: 5613

Written by: Admin Smuttyfairy & Admin Kookfairy

A/N: So this scenario is based on a dream I had long ago in which I did tell Admin Kookfairy about to which in turn she made this soft, innocent & somewhat comedic dream into a turn for the dirty. The dream was basically me having friends (BTS & others) over and at some point I go and take a shower, get kicked out of the bathroom by my friend’s older brother (played by Yoongi in this) and find Jungkook sitting outside in front of my room to where I freak out inside because I’m in nothing but a towel and then I go to my room and see the mess that it is and freak out more. Then I wake up. LOL. At the time I didn’t think to write out the dream in any way but since I had almost forgotten it completely I considered the idea of it. So here it is now, my fluff dream + Admin Kookfairy’s rude words inspired this scenario to fully be written. We hope you all enjoy another collaboration of ours. ~ Admin Smuttyfairy

P.S. How many times have you seen “Mine” as a title??? xD (def fitting for this scenario)

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Hi my name is Dom Claude Frollo Archdeacon of Josas and I have short silvery gray hair (that’s why people think I’m old) with bald spots and greasy roots and fiery deep-set eyes full of limpid tears and a lot of people tell me I look like Nicolas Flamel (AN: if u don’t know who he is get da hell out of here!). I am related to Jehan Frollo du Moulin but I wish I wasn’t because he’s a major fucking loser. I live in 1480s Paris but my teeth are straight and white. I have pale white skin. I’m also a scholar, and I went to a major school called the Sorbonne in France where I later graduated from (I’m thirty-five). I’m a priest (in case you couldn’t tell) and I wear mostly black. I love the Church and I get all my clothes from there. For example today I was wearing a black cassock with black buttons, a matching sash around it, a white collar, a wooden rosary and black shoes. I was walking outside the cathedral of Notre-Dame. It was bright and cold without too many clouds, which I didn’t care about. A lot of sinners stared at me. I put my first two fingers up and crossed myself.

Morning Sex (M) // Jungkook (I'll Be Better Mami)

You’ve never been so desperate to be fucked right now. You could feel your core become wet and your panties becoming damp as you stared at Jungkook who slept. Head turned away from you, adams apple popping out more than usual, and shirtless. The sheets hung below his inner thighs. He was wearing your favorite pair of gray shorts he wears to sleep.

You were use to all of this, but today turned you on more than ever. Your eyes trailed down his sleep face down to his chest. His breathing was slow and relaxed. You didnt want to bother up with him up because of your desperate need to touch him. 

As you watched him a little more, he noticed his breathing was more shaky and heavy. You looked at him and noticed his eyebrows were scrunched and his hips were kind of moving a circular. You raised a brow as you stared as his facial expression. He did a deep moan which went straight to you core.

“F-fuck..-Y/N,” he moaned. his voice became shaky as you noticed his hips move in a circular motion. He hissed out in pleasure and sighed. 

Was he having a wet dream about me?- “Ahhh! Fuck- Y/N!” he moaned. Never has he ever had a wet dream with you in it. It slowly made me more desperate for him. His legs were sprawled as his lips were slightly parted as he groaned and grunted here and there. An idea shot through your head and you grinned and reached over to the nightstand.

You leaned down to his ear and pressed a light kiss against his earlobe, knowing it was his favorite. You slowly swirled your hips onto of pelvis, while your hand went to work in his cock. Still not awakening, you slipped his tip inside your opening, biting your bottom lip to hold down a moan. He tensed and you knew he was awake. Smiling, Jungkook became a stuttering mess. “W-what are you-” you quickly covered his mouth with your hand and grinded your hips harder aganist him making him moan regretfully. You kissed his neck. “Tell me what you dreaming about,” you licked his neck and removed your hand from his lips. You heard the handcuffs jingle against the headboard, signaling he knew he was handcuffed. “Why am I handcuffed?” He asked. You grinded your hips again and looked at him, pouting.

“Tell me daddy.”

Jungkook eyes widened at your sudden nickname for him. He was surprised that you gave him his dominant name. He was use to his submissive name “baby boy” and calling you mommy. Being called daddy turned him on. “I-I-” “was I being a good girl for daddy? Was I misbehaving?” You asked and rolled your core aganist his tip making Jungkook shutter a bit. “Y-yes,” he gulped.

You smiled and rested your hands on his chest as you barely moved your core aganist him. “A-ah mommy,” he bit his bottom lip, shutting his eyes. “What was I doing, huh? Was I doing this?” You slowly slid down on his cock and he moaned. Your rolled your hips and you could feel his abdomen clench. “Or was I doing this?” You slowly sank down deeper, allowing him to fill you up in a brim. You moaned and watched as your walls clenched his dick like a vise. “P-please!” “Please what? What do you want me to do daddy,” you asked in a hush tone. You could feel him desperately trying to thrust into you. He was close to your gspot. “P-please ride me, mommy.” “Yes daddy. You grabbed the tee and slowly tore it off your body, exposing your black lace bra that he loved so much. You slowly lifed yourself up and sank back down and grabbed your breast by the intense pleasure. “L-like this d-daddy?” He nodded his head, speechless at the sight in front of him. You moaned out his name louder and rolled your hips. “F-fuck daddy! So good!” You started panting. He was throbbing inside of you and you knew any second you’d explode. You were so senstive now. You stopped and your thighs started quaking. “I c-can’t.”

“Let me help you.” You nodded and took the key off the nightstand and unlocked it and he slid his hands out. Dropping the key wherever, you felt hiz soft hands rest on your hips as he started guiding you up and down his cock,thrusting up in advance. This was a new height of pleasure for you. You grabbed your breast as he did the work. You continued bouncing up and down his cock as he thrusted into you in a brutal pace. “You like that baby? Huh? You like this?” Kookie asked in a deep tone. You nodded and you collapsed on top of him not being able to continuing as your orgasm was building brutally. “Oh is my bunny cumming? Are you gonna cum all over daddy’s cock?” He asked. He grabbed your ass and spanked it. That was the end for you because your body threw back as you orgasm took over you. Your eye rolled to the back of your head as you started shaking. Helping you out, Kookie pressed to fingers against your sensitive clit and you screamed. You tried shutting your legs to make him stop but there was no stopping him. And you liked it.

Jungkook took his dick out and wrapped one hand around his shaft while the other went to work inside of you. You released everything and so did kookie. He came in his fist and you squirted all over his fingers. When you both came down from your high you rested your head on his chest.

Charles's Bakery (18+)

[note. This is a fan made sequel to @noarthereonlyfat ’s ‘The Dough Girl’.
This piece contains sexual conduct, expansion, weight gain, force-feeding, and immobility.]

Charles’s Bakery..

She walked down the cold, gray streets. Uncertain and unexpected gusts of wind came from all angles sending chills through her whole body. She crossed her arms across her torso, her hood up as she forced through the pounding winds and pouring rain. Of all the days to forget her umbrella she had to choose the biggest storm in the last 10 years. Still, she had to get home. She quickly and clumsily walked down the streets towards the train station she knew was still a good five blocks down the way.
She nearly toppled over, still wearing her black heels from her office job earlier that day. She wore mostly muted tones, blacks and grays. She wore dark pinstripe suit pants that were snug to her modestly curvy thighs. Above that she wore a heavy wool winter jacket, thick enough to hide anybody’s figure, with three big red buttons clasped together. Beneath the beanie she wore a long strand of black hair covered half of her face, a stark contrast to her porcelain white skin. She had a very young and cute face, couldn’t have been any older than 22. Despite the stylish outfit, her very square glasses looked straight out of a 2011 geeky phase.

As she continued to walk through the storm, ahead of her a power line slumped over crashing into a light post. She stopped in her tracks and let out a small shriek. Glass tinged to the ground below, metal shrapnel clattering on top of a parked car setting off the alarm. The next few blocks went dark one after the other as the power surged out. It was completely silent apart from the rain and howling wind. The girl looked around her, alone in a blacked out part of town she’d never been to before. The only source of light left was a neon open sign flashing across the street. The last building receiving any power. It was a small shop, surrounding the entrance were metal scaffoldings covered in tarps with a black and white sign reading “Under Construction”. The soft yellow lights were on inside, shining out onto the wet streets. The sign above the shop read “Charles’ Treats!” in big outdated lettering.

She weighed her options, biting her thumb. She had made up her mind and quickly jay-walked across the street in between two taxis that were stopped due to the accident up ahead. She made it underneath the cover of the scaffolding, and was about to push the door open when loud thunder rolled in overhead followed by the crack of lightning. She jumped and squealed again, covering her ears with her hands. When the startling sound had faded she opened her eyes and looked up once more. Stood before her was a tall figure in the doorway.

“Horrible weather to be stuck in, ain’t it?!” Yelled the man over the howling winds. She looked up to his face, which was cast in shadow by the lights coming from inside.

“Come inside, won’t you?” He asked kindly, outstretching his hand to the girl. She looked him up and down, before showing a small smile and timidly grabbing his hand. The man lead her in, holding the door for her as she stepped past him. It was a quaint little cafe. A big glass display that serves as an ordering counter to the left side of the room, a hallway behind the cash register that lead to the kitchen. To her left and right were metal tables and chairs, the floor an old-fashioned black and white tiling. There was a dark hallway at the back right of the store that lead to the bathrooms, a water fountain, and two swinging doors that read “EMPLOYEES ONLY, UNDER CONSTRUCTION”. She paid no mind to it. But what she did pay attention to were the revolving displays on the counter filled with various desserts. Her eyes locked onto a slice of chocolate cake, with what she assumed was strawberry glaze on top.

“You’re lucky I’m here huh? I heard the pole fall over a few minutes ago, sounded terrible. I’m glad you’re alright!” Said the man warmly, with a polite smile. He wore a white apron covered in various ingredients from throughout the day. He had salt and pepper hair, and a handsome face beneath a well-trimmed black beard. He was wearing a tight gray short sleeve shirt beneath his apron, and skinny jeans tucked into a pair of brown hiking boots.

“Name’s Charles, owner of Charles’ treats which is the fine establishment you’re standing in now.” He smiled with his hand outstretched once again.

“Uh,..Jennifer..Jenny for short” She said quietly, smiled awkwardly, and shook his hand loosely.

“I’m just glad you’re still open. Not many small bakeries stay open until nine in this area.” She said looking around at the paintings hung up on the wall. Charles’ eyes widened as he quickly jogged over to the wall, standing conveniently in front of the list of weekly hours that read ‘9:00am-4:30pm’.

“Yeah, hehe, you know…never too late for a slice of cake.” He laughed.
The trail of moving air he left behind him had a strong and enticing scent of butter. Jennifer closed her eyes, and uncontrollably leaned forward taking in a long whiff before regaining her composure.

“Well, your baking sure does smell amazing.” She said.

“Speaking of!” He replied excitedly. He walked down the corridor behind the counter and returned with a metal tray of small squares of layered cake on little doilies. Jenny immediately noticed the very same cake she had been eyeballing in the display, chocolate with a strawberry glaze.

“Would you mind testing some of these new treats I’ve been working on?” He asked as he set the tray down on the metal table.

“Oh..Oh, no no no I shouldn’t. I wouldn’t want to eat anything I haven’t paid for.” She said indignantly, still staring at the cakes.

“No, please. Free of charge. I just really need some feedback.” He said, somewhat sternly while staring directly into her eyes. She stood there, thinking about it for a few moments.

“Well, if you insist.” She giggled walking over to the table. She took off her messenger bag and set it down on the ground.

“You know you can make yourself comfortable, we have a coat rack right there for days just like this.” Charles said

“Right, good idea. No point in standing around in a soaking wet jacket.” Jenny replied. She began unbuttoning her heavy coat before turning around and walking towards the coat hanger. Charles watched her walk away, her hips swaying from side to side. The view of her form fitting pants was more than enjoyable. Jenny removed the Jacket quickly, her white dress shirt beneath rising slightly. Charles got a quick glimpse of her soft pale belly jiggle as she rose on her tippy toes to hang up the coat. She removed her beanie, letting her long black hair tumble down her back. Charles bit his lip and looked up to the ceiling mouthing the words “Thank you, god.”
She turned around, walking back to Charles bouncing for a moment before fixating back onto the cakes.

“So, which one should I start with? They all look so good.” She said as she sat down into her chair, scooting her chair in farther by bouncing. Charles noticed her cleavage peeking over the top unbuttoned button of her shirt.

“Yes, of course. I think you should start with the chocolate one there. It’s my new recipe I’m trying out. I think you’ll love it.” Charles said suggestively. Jenny didn’t notice the tone in his voice, she was too distracted by the array of treats before her. She lifted the doily into her palm, her purple painted fingers delicately scraping off some of the strawberry glaze before pushing the finger past her plump limps into her mouth.

“Wow, that’s amazing.” She muttered. She took a bite out of the cake and chewed for a moment before the sensation hit her tongue. The same smell from before, only now it was an even more intense taste. She swallowed the heavenly treat, the best she had ever tasted.

“Oh my god..” She whispered, goose bumps travelling up her arms.
“I never thought that chocolate and-”
“Butter?” interrupted Charles.
“Yes! Chocolate and Strawberry with that lovely Butter taste. That last taste really ties it all together.” She said excitedly, her eyes wide as she went in for another not-so lady like bite.
She scarfed down the whole thing before licking the doily clean of any chocolate remnants. She let out a small burp before leaning back in her chair, a small indentation of her belly button making itself visible against the white fabric of her dress shirt. Charles couldn’t stand it any longer.

“Try this one here, I think you’ll find it’s tastes even more tantalizing.” He said pushing the yellow cake with white frosting towards her. She looked it up and down and back to his eyes before she said

“No, I sh-” She suddenly stopped. She could smell the strong scent of butter emanating off of the cake. She grabbed it from his hands and instantly took a bite. All ideas of manners she had flew out the window once she smelt it. Her eyes rolled to the back of her head in pleasure as she continued to chew. Charles stood back, it was working just like he knew it would. He went to the kitchen and grabbed a room temperature pot of coffee off the counter and poured it into the mug. He walked over to her, the mug in his right hand before pretending to trip. He dumped the mug of lukewarm coffee onto her white shirt.

“Oh my god! Jenny! I’m so sorry!” He said, with a not so convincing fear. He quickly grabbed the towel in his pocket just like he planned and began soaking up the coffee around the table. Jenny sat there, cake puffing out her cheeks looking down at her ruined shirt. She set the cake down and began unbuttoning her shirt, still chewing while her eyes fixated on the cake on the table. She ripped the shirt off and tossed it to the ground, now she sat there in her thin purple tank top. She quickly grabbed the cake from the table again and began eating. Charles smiled smugly, grabbing the mug and taking it away. He pushed the tray closer to her and stepped back. He eyed her up and down. Her thick thighs were pressing against her pinstripe pants, the purple tank top she was wearing showed her pudgy belly off perfectly along with her large perky tits pushing out. She couldn’t care less about how she was dressed.

She continued to pig out, shoving cake after cake into her face. Over the course of about 5 minute she had cleared half the tray. Charles stood back watching her belly extend outwards by about an inch or two while she continued to stuff it. He watched her act just like the fattie he wanted her to, stuffing her face like an animal. Her tank top lifted at the bottom, exposing a bit of her pale stomach. Her bra became more and more visible as the tank top began to fit her less and less. Once she had finished the tray, she sat there catching her breath. She couldn’t believe that she ate all those cakes, in front of a man she met no more than 10 minutes ago. But the euphoria she felt from the dessert was still lingering. Charles opened the display on the counter and set down a full cake of the chocolate and strawberry glaze, the very same one she was eyeing from before. Charles walked over and clicked off the ‘Open’ sign in the window and locked the front door.

“Now now hold on, this one’s extra special.” He said as he grabbed the cake from her taking it to the counter. Her eyes followed it like a dog looking at a treat. He went to the kitchen and grabbed the warm pot of glaze, but not before grabbing a vial of golden liquid and pouring the whole thing in. As he walked out of the kitchen with the steaming glaze, Jenny perked up as she recognized the smell. He carefully cut one slice off the cake and put on a plate and poured the glaze over top of it. Jenny was salivating watching it pour, her eyes wide as could be. He walked over and handed her a fork. She cut a careful square off the cake and placed it into her mouth. Instant euphoria ran over her body once it touched her tongue. She let out a small moan as she chewed, her knuckles white as she crossed her feet in pleasure. She didn’t hesitate before finishing the rest of the slice and swallowing the masterpiece. Charles jogged over to the once dark hallway and flicked on the lights, unlocking the two swinging double doors. He returned to her.

“So, what did you think?” He asked pleasantly.

“It..It was incredible. I can’t bel-” She cut herself off. A loud gurgling came from her stomach. Jenny looked down to her belly, a lot pudgier than she remember it being when she got there. She placed both of her hands on the sides of her distended belly. Charles came from behind her and grabbed the chair, pulling her out from the table into the center of the room. The gurgling continued to grow louder. Jenny was puzzled as she felt the sides of her belly with her hands and stroked her thighs, entirely entranced by her body. Charles wheeled over an extra large leather office chair without armrests.

“Do me a favor and sit in this won’t you, Jenny?” He asked.

“H-Hey, what’s going on here” Jenny asked as she stood up from the chair. Charles held a small hershey’s kiss in his palm, the scent of butter rose through the air.

“Sit won’t you?” He asked in a stern tone.
Her eyes focused, and she waddled towards the chair taking a seat as he handed her the chocolate. She tossed it into her mouth and was met with the familiar euphoria, only intensified. She swallowed.
The gurgling in her stomach stopped entirely, met instead with silence. She suddenly felt the waistline around her pants grow uncomfortably tight. She tugged on the pockets, trying to pull her pants down to make them more comfortable. It was the she noticed it. Her belly was slowly rising. Her tank top began to pull further down as her midsection grew rounder and rounder. Her cleavage was more and more exposed as her tits began to balloon up slowly matching the speed of her tummy. She placed her hands on her belly, feeling it press out against her palms. She lead her hands down to her thighs which she felt rise and grow closer and closer together. Her breathing quickened in a panic. Her tank top straps began to groan as her tank top was simultaneously pulled down and stretched outwards. Her belly button was exposed, showing her fat round belly. The fat around her arms began to grow, making them thicker and thicker, working the way down to her hands. Her pants began to rip around her thighs, a loud sound of seams snapping. She kicked off her heels in a panic and began to worm around in her seat unsure of what was happening to her. A ripping sound came from the straps of her tank top as they fell around her. Her midsection that was blowing up like a balloon stretched it to it’s limit before it fell to tatters off her. She sat there only in her bra and what was left of her pants, growing fatter and fatter. Her waistline snapped, her pants slipping off of her growing body. Her stomach gurgled, her bra stretching and barely containing her giant breasts. She sat there ashamed, barely clothed by her panties and bra.

“Wh-Wha?!” She murmured, feeling her big fat body with her chubby fingers.

“You’ve been a real pig today, Jenny.” Charles said teasingly as he walked behind her.
“It’s only fitting you be treated like one.” He whispered in her ear as he pushed her towards the swinging doors. She was being wheeled through the hallway, covered in tarps and construction lights. Before finally they were in a large open room. It was as big as a gymnasium, and was entirely carpeted and covered with rose petals. But the biggest addition to the room was a large pink mass in the middle of the room. It was maybe 8 feet tall and nearly spherical. It was surrounded with wrappers and crumbs from foods. The mass was well oiled/shiny and looked visibly soft.
A sudden realization hit Jenny, and she was horrified. She began to struggle in the chair but was trapped by her own weight.
“No! NO!” She grunted through her teeth as she tried to move. Charles continued to wheel her towards the mass.

“Kristy? I have a new addition to the family..” Said Charles sensually.

“Oh, wonderful!” Yelled out a high pitched feminine voice excitedly. The mass began to wiggle from side to side. Jenny passed out then and there..

When She came to she was laying on her back against the carpet and looking up to the ceiling.
“Wh-Where am I? What’s going on?!” She yelled out as she struggled to move. Suddenly a chocolate fell from above and fell into her open mouth and down her throat.

“What the hell?!” She coughed.
A figure jogged past her and out of sight. Suddenly the gurgling sound returned from her fat stomach. An expression of fear appeared on her face as she lifted her head to look at her body.She could barely see over her mound of a stomach. She saw the flesh of her belly slowly begin to rise.
“N-no stop!” She cried out.
Her belly continued to jiggle and expand, growing fatter and fatter. Her bra snapped from her growing tits. leaving her entirely naked. Her body groaned and gurgled as she grew fatter and more gluttonous.
She saw Charles walking towards her with a device on wheels.
“Now you see Jenny, I’ve been watching you for a few weeks now.” Charles said as he struggled to get the device over the carpet.
“please stop it” she cried in-between moans.

“I noticed you began to take the same commute home every day, directly past my cafe. I saw your delightfully chubby frame stride down the streets and I knew I had to have you.” He said as he came into her vision to her left side.

“Have me?! What are you talking about?!” She yelled out frustratedly.

“Trust him! You won’t regret it!You’re gonna be so big afterwards ” teased a cheery voice off to her left, who she could only identify as Kristy. A large fat naked pink mass laid there immobile, her head and blonde hair stature a top the fat ball. What had he done to her? How did she get so huge? And how could she be okay with being a giant fat cow? All of these thoughts raced through her head.

“Getting you in here was the hard part, and now…Now this is the easiest part of all.” He smirked. A rubber tube with a silicon mask at the end of it was in his hands, and he slowly lowered it to her face. She had no power to defy him and no way to fight back. He secured the tube into her mouth and strapped the mask to the back of her head.

“Just let it happen, trust me. It’s amazing.” Said Kristy.

“Mmmm! Mmmmmph!” Jenny attempted to yell as she wiggled her feet and hands in defiance. Charles placed his hand onto Jenny’s belly and slowly began to massage it. With his other hand he nonchalantly flipped a switch as a golden liquid travelled up the clear tube and to the silicon mask. Jenny’s eyes crossed as she tried to follow the liquid, and suddenly the taste hit her mouth. It was direct from the source, making it incredibly intense, almost orgasmic. She instinctively began to swallow. She thought she was full before, but her body knew no difference and began to chug the liquid. Charles grabbed a squirt bottle from his side and squirted the same liquid into his hands before he climbed atop Jenny’s body. Her eyes widened as she looked at him.

“Mmmmph!” She tried to yell. He began to massage the liquid directly into her skin until she was shiny and oiled. His erection pressed deep into her soft belly. The action of her swallowing made her body jiggle back and forth like calm waves on a shore. She began to rise again as she felt the sensation from before. Her body began to gurgle and groan. She watched as her body began to expand once more, growing fatter and fatter. Her tits were soon to follow, growing larger and rounder keeping up with the pace of her belly and thighs. Charles rose more and more into the air as she inflated. She felt a pleasurable sensation down by her pussy as waves of pleasure ran up her body. Through the mask she still managed to moan loudly as she was turned into a fat blimp. She grew hornier and hornier, the feeling of herself expanding was like nothing she’d felt before.
Jenny continued to blow up as Charles rocked back and forth on top of her. She crossed her feet as her pussy became wet and sensitive, the liquid running down her fat body.
To her left she heard groaning and moaning coming from Kristy. She had the same tube in her mouth as she grew even more round, her hands flapping happily. Kristy grew and grew fatter and fatter. She sobbed to herself before pleasure took over. She was cumming, she couldn’t believe it. The pleasure rushed to her head combining with the euphoria of the liquid. She let go, a smile on her face as she stared up to the ceiling feeling her body expand widen and inflate. It was amazing. Charles climbed down as Kristy’s growing slowed to a stop.

“How do you feel now?” Smiled Charles.

Jenny looked up to him panting and sweating, catching her breath.

“…..more..” She said intensely, a devious smile on her face.

A New Member of the Family.

– Inflation Patron

[huge shootout to @noarthereonlyfat
, follow him on all his pages. I hope my piece held a light to his.]

Mine (M) - (Y/N insert vers.)

gif credits to Smuttyfairy

Summary: When your shower-drying session gets cut short and you’re left with nothing but a towel, Jungkook couldn’t help but indulge in his thoughts when he saw you. He opened his mouth to speak what was on his mind just before you ran off to your room and slammed the door shut, only to have your fretting thoughts interrupted as Jungkook entered the room uninvited with eyes darker than sin.

Genre: smut w/ plenty of dirty talk c:

Insert Versions: Noona | (Y/N)

Word count: 5600

Written by: Admin Smuttyfairy & Admin Kookfairy

A/N: So this scenario is based on a dream I had long ago in which I did tell Admin Kookfairy about to which in turn she made this soft, innocent & somewhat comedic dream into a turn for the dirty. The dream was basically me having friends (BTS & others) over and at some point I go and take a shower, get kicked out of the bathroom by my friend’s older brother (played by Yoongi in this) and find Jungkook sitting outside in front of my room to where I freak out inside because I’m in nothing but a towel and then I go to my room and see the mess that it is and freak out more. Then I wake up. LOL. At the time I didn’t think to write out the dream in any way but since I had almost forgotten it completely I considered the idea of it. So here it is now, my fluff dream + Admin Kookfairy’s rude words inspired this scenario to fully be written. We hope you all enjoy another collaboration of ours. ~ Admin Smuttyfairy

P.S. Here’s to the younger readers (hopefully not too young) and same-aged readers <3 The contents of the scenario are pretty much the same with a few tweaks to make it interpreted in a way that the reader is same-aged or younger as Jungkook.

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Escape:   the medical school years

“I wish ye could come wi’ me,” he breathed into her ear as he nipped her lobe.

She arched at the sensation of his hot breath in her ear, pushing her hips back into his.

“You know I wish I could,” she panted back, running her hands over his bicep, and up to grasp his shoulder.  

He kissed her like a man beyond thirst.  Twisting behind her she responded like a starving woman, devouring his mouth, pushing back against him, hard. She reached between them and took him in her hand, guiding him home.  He grabbed a thigh to hitch it up higher over his hip.    

Jamie groaned at the hot, welcoming feeling that was his wife.  Claire purred when her husband filled her, rubbing her in just the right places.  

He moved slowly, savouring the last moments with Claire before dawn when he’d have to leave for the International Whisky Competition.  Claire loved when he roused her from sleep, whispering his desire, running his fingers over her sleep warmed flesh, stroking her to a fever pitch.  

He moved deeply, taking his time, feeling the weight of her breast in his hand, the pebble revealing her desire underneath his palm, drawing out the moment when she would shatter in his arms.   Drawing out the moment for himself when he would feel his heart beat faster, and his body vibrate uncontrollably.  

When she moaned his name, he smiled against the back of her shoulder, for there was nothing sweeter in this world than his name on her satisfied lips. Seconds later he called hers, lost in pleasure.  

They held each other until their hearts steadied and both drifted back to sleep.


“Sassenach, have ye seen my shaving brush?”

“Which?  Uncle Lamb’s?”

“Aye,” Jamie was frantic, looking through drawers and the medicine chest, trying to pack his shaving kit.

“God, Jamie, who can find anything in this renovation?  I can run up the stairs and check the bathrooms up there?”

“Nay bother.  Ye’d have to take the fire escape as they’re working on the kitchen and blocked off the stairs inside.” He slammed the door under the sink. 

“Since when?” Claire said as she popped her head around the door frame.

“Yesterday,”  Jamie murmured, preoccupied.  “Maybe I left it at Lallybroch.”  

He zipped up the bag and placed it into the suitcase laid out on the bed.  “I think that’s everything I need.”

Claire grabbed her backpack and met Jamie at the door. She wound her arms around his neck and raised on tiptoes to kiss him.  “I’ll miss you.”

“Miss ye, too, Sassenach,” he bumped her nose with his, “but I’m no’ ready to say goodbye to ye just yet.”  He took her hand, and opened the door.  “Come.”

They walked out onto the street to a black Range Rover waiting at the curb.  An older man, lean and wiry, hopped to attention when he saw Jamie.  He had a black knit cap pulled low over his head, and the collar of his navy blue pea coat was turned up against the cold.  His gray beard was trimmed short, and Claire was immediately drawn to the deep smile lines around his blue eyes.    

“Claire, this is Alec,” Jamie said as he introduced his wife.  “He’ll be yer driver this week.”

Claire reached out to shake the man’s hand, somewhat confused.  “My driver? Jamie.  I don’t need a driver.”

“Aye, ye do.”  Jamie clapped the smaller man on the shoulder.  “Alec is our company driver.  Takes us to the airport, picks up clients for us, takes us to meetings, and such.  While I’m away he’ll take ye to University.  More importantly,” Jamie looked intently at Alec, “he’ll pick ye up from all those late nights at the library.”  

Claire stood up straight and faced her husband.  He could see her stubbornness rise.   “Jamie, I can drive myself.  I can take our car.”  

“Sure, Sassenach,” Jamie chuckled, “because it’s not like ye never fall asleep on the way home or anything when I pick ye up.” He raised an eyebrow and opened the car door.  

Claire had the good sense to look embarrassed. “Well.  Thank you, I guess. It’s nice to meet you, Alec.  But are you sure you want to do this?  My schedule is crazy.”

“Och, no worries, ma’am,” Alec said in a thick Highland accent.  

Jamie and Claire climbed into the back of the warmed vehicle.  As they drove to the University of Edinburgh, Jamie lifted their entwined hands and kissed his wife’s ring.  “Seriously, Claire, call Alec. Dinna try to go home by bus or anything.”

Claire studied her husband’s face.  There was something in his eyes that she couldn’t quite put her finger on.  Seriousness, yes.  Longing, yes, because he wished she could travel to Chicago with him for the competition. But something else.  It looked like worry, but on a deeper level.  There was something darker in his eyes that gave her pause.  

He needed her promise.  So she gave it.

“I promise, Jamie.  I’ll call Alec.”

His eyes flashed briefly, then he nodded his head. “Good.  Give me yer phone, Sassenach, and I’ll put in his number.”

Dropping Claire off outside her building, Jamie stepped out of the car and let her out.  He wrapped her up in a bear hug, and lifting her off her feet, planted a firm kiss on her lips.  Forgetting themselves, their kisses became a bit more fevered until catcalls, and whistles brought them back to their surroundings. Jamie let her slide down his body and whispered, “Call ye every chance I get.”

“Regardless of the time difference.”  She placed a hand against his cheek, “Come back to me, James Fraser.”

“Soon as I can,” he said, and kissed her lingeringly on her forehead.  

He climbed back in the car and watched Claire walk quickly into the old stone building.  Damn, he’d miss that fine arse.  Alec pulled away from the curb and looked at Jamie in the rear view mirror. 

“I trust ye, man.” Jamie said, looking back at him through the glass.  “Ye ken what to look for.”

“Aye,” Alec assured the young man.  “Yer Da was a good man, and a friend of mine.  Ye’ve shown me a world of kindness, as well.  I’ll take care of her.”

Jamie nodded, knowing that the older man understood what was expected of him this week.  When they got to the airport, they shook hands, and grabbing his luggage, Jamie walked away.

Alec watched him go marveling at how much like Brian he was.  Same strong walk, and the same straight set of his shoulders.  He smiled at the memory and climbed back into the Rover. How badly he wanted a cigarette right now, but he would never succumb.  He owed it to Brian.  They had gone to school together and were good friends.  Then, Alec spent some time in the military while Brian went off to Uni. When they crossed paths again years later in a pub, Alec was an alcoholic chain-smoker crying over a recent cancer diagnosis.  Brian had him sobered up in rehab, and gave him a job at the Distillery as a driver.

The irony.  An alcoholic working for a whisky maker.  

Yet, Brian’s actions gave him back his life.  Cancer in remission.  Sober, and non-smoker.  It didn’t help his already broken marriage, but it did give him his self-respect, and that meant everything.  When Brian died he was sure that would be the end of his job.  He approached Jenny and Jamie, literally with his hat in his hand. Jenny had showed him into her office and wandered over to her sideboard, littered with whisky tumblers and decanters, and various refreshments.

She poured three cups of coffee, God love her. His heart melted.

She and Jamie had been talking, she explained, handing him a steaming hot mug.  They’d decided she and Ian should move to Lallybroch, now that Brian was gone.  She was pregnant and their growing family would need the space.  The commute would be a long one, so Alec would be needed to drive her and Ian to work from Lallybroch, every day.  As well, his current duties as driver would remain.  There was a small cottage in Broch Mordha that he could have, so that he’d be close to Lallybroch for the daily commute.  Then, Jamie handed him an envelope containing his new salary.  He had to draw on all of his military training to not cry at the figure on the page.  He stood, shook hands, thanked them for the coffee and stepped out into the hallway.  

At that point he allowed himself a good cry, for the loss of his friend and in gratitude for his children.  Jamie stepped out ten minutes later and handed him a set of keys.  He left him alone to find the Range Rover in the lot.  It was all too much.  From that day forward ‘Old Alec’, as the Murray kids called him, became protector of Brian’s family.  

A family that now included Claire.


She checked her phone thinking she’d calculate what time it was for Jamie. Jesus H!  11:45!  She needed to get home and get some rest before her 8:00 class tomorrow morning.

She quickly texted Alec, then started packing up. Claire was surprised at how fast her phone pinged in response.  

Which door will I find you to pick you up?

She texted back.  East door.  Thank you, Alec.

He pulled the car from its spot on the street and headed towards the library. The rain was steady, but not driving down.  Still, he’d get as close as he could. 

The night was dark as pitch but the streetlights helped.  It seemed like she wasn’t there when he pulled up.  No matter.  He punched the button to start the hazard lights and waited for a glimpse of her before jumping out to get the door.  

Claire bolted down the stairs.  She felt good about how much work she’d gotten done, but she also felt guilty for keeping Alec up so late.  She wondered what Jenny was doing for a ride this week.  If Alec was driving her, he couldn’t be driving Jenny.

In her preoccupation she took the wrong hallway to the door.  Turning quickly to correct her mistake she bumped into a solid wall of flesh.

“Umpf!”  She staggered back, clutching her bag.  “Robert!”

“Claire.”  

Horrocks bent down to pick up the book he dropped in the collision.    

“Sorry.  I didn’t see you.”  She took a moment to step around him, but he stood up and filled the narrow hallway.  She stopped, unsure of what was happening for the moment.

“It’s fine,” he said, in his charming Irish lilt. “I saw you moving like a bat outta hell, and I wondered if you were all right.”

She relaxed.  Of course.  That made sense.

“I’m going the wrong way.” She made a motion toward her head.  “Tired.” She stepped forward again, and this time he let her pass. 

The foyer was well lit and made it hard to see into the darkness.  Everything was reflected back at her in the glass, especially Robert, still behind her. However, she could make out the blinking red hazard lights and knew that would be her ride.

“Night!” she said, throwing the words casually over her shoulder.

Just before she opened the door he grabbed her upper arm.  

She stiffened.

“It’s raining, Claire.  Let me get my umbrella.”  He was standing entirely too close.  She looked up into his blue eyes.  A very different blue from Jamie’s, she thought.  Icy blue. Not the usual warm, ocean blue of her husband’s.  She shivered, and she wasn’t sure why.

“I’ll be fine. My car’s right there.”  Hitching her knapsack higher on her shoulder, she bent her head and stepped into the misty darkness.  

He held the door open as he watched her jog to the car.  

That’s when it hit him.    

He wasn’t sure what, exactly.  But he couldn’t breathe for the weight across his windpipe, and the force pressing his face into the side of the wall, away from the door. He was trying to get his feet under him from being knocked off balance but he couldn’t manage.  Stars swam before his eyes.  

And then, blackness.