Olitz Fic Update: April 8-14

Happy Saturday!  There are some new stories on this list, as well as a couple that are now complete - check ‘em out!  Also, we got some beautiful pictures and clips that filled our Olitz hearts, so we’re sure that there will be lots of goodies next week as well. If we have missed any titles, please inbox/DM us, so we can adjust the update. Thanks! 


Then & Now: Chapter 4 (M) - @labellebeaucoup

The Right Thing (T) - AgentRez / @democrattotheend

Time Won’t Tell: Chapter 3 (T) - AgentRez / @democrattotheend


Waves: Chapter 1 (M) - DesperateRomantic

When You Least Expect It: Chapters 40, 41, 42 (M) - Smith39440 


Downfall: Chapter 1 (T) - @labellebeaucoup

Knights Ferry: Chapter 18 (M) - @lynalexandria

Love And Art: Chapter 24 (M) - Starfish81 / @eatpraylove96 

Nature V Nurture: Chapter 11 (M) - Starfish81 / @eatpraylove96

The Unexpected: Chapter 3 (M) - Tami07

Vision: Chapter 1 (M) - Hydrangeasia


Fate Stepped In: Chapter 31 (T) - kkimberly49

Love Me In A Special Way: Chapter 2 (T) - loveoverpride / @lovesbiggerthanpride

Second Chances: Chapter 16 (T) - kkimberly49


Breath Of Fresh Air: Chapter 25 (T) - Da Princes and Me’s / @scandalmistress

Class A: Chapter 1 (M) - @labellebeaucoup

For The Love Of An Officer: Chapter 1 (M) - ReallyAnastasia

Random One Shots: Chapter 13 (M) - Tami07

Some Other Me: Chapter 38 (M) - almostfamousoxo / @songbirdstrivestothrive


Moving Forward: Chapter 25 (T) - kz4valentina

Not Her Father’s Daughter: Chapter 11 (T) - JustChilOut

This Is My Life: Chapters 11, 12 (M) - dafney64

We Can Figure It Out: Chapter 35 (M) - Sucker4Scandal 

Worth It: Chapter 12 (M) - Parker19


New Scandal Fic up! 

Executive Orders: Summary:  Remember “The Plan” Fitz presented to Mellie in S2X22? What if Fitz & Olivia had actually implemented it as they moved forward into his re-election campaign? What new challenges & opportunities would it bring to their relationship as they journey towards the light? This story is also a semi-sequel to my previous Scandal story, Even Lovers Drown. Hope y’all enjoy. 

Fanfic: Time After Time Ch 2, Scandal | FanFiction
This chapter is an attempt to write what happened after olivia and fitz’s first time on, “The Trail”.

If you’re in the mood for an olitz fic, give mine a read maybe? 😉

Hope you guys like it and please do fav/follow the story and review!!

Olitz Fanfic Updates: March 1-10

Happy Friday, everyone! We’re adding a new element to our blog - a weekly digest of new story updates. Today, we will include updates from the beginning of the month. Subsequent posts will include a 7-day period.  ** If we have missed a post, kindly message us and we will add. ** 

Please comment/review and send love to your friendly writers! 


Nature V Nurture (M) - Chapters 4, 5, 6, 7 : Starfish81 / @eatpraylove96

Thank You Dr. Pope (M) - Chapter 25: Hydrangeasia

Unconditional Love (M) - Chapter 1: Starfish81 / @eatpraylove96


Ours (M) - Chapter 37: LiveInLoveAndLaughter 

Ours (M) - Chapter 38: LiveInLoveAndLaughter

Thank You Dr. Pope (M) - Chapter 26: Hydrangeasia

Time Won’t Tell (K+) - Chapter 2: AgentRez

We Can Figure it Out (M) - Chapter 26 : Sucker4Scandal


Weekend Fiancee (M) - Chapter 6: anonolitz

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Daydream in Blue (T) - Chapter 2: F.F. Nightingale

Not Her Father’s Daughter (T) - Chapter 6: JustChilOut

Part Of Your World (T) - Chapter 12: Da Princes & Me’s / @scandalmistress

Snippets of Life (T) - Chapter 3: MichelleMiao 12


Love By Design (M) - Chapter 8: Hp2285 / @heather2285


It’s Going To Be Great (M) : LOVE. U. FOREVER / @wonderwoman2-23

Thank You Dr. Pope (M) - Chapter 27 : Hydrangeasia


Stay With You (M) - Chapter 7: DesperateRomantic


Thank You Dr. Pope (M) - Chapter 28: Hydrangeasia


Downfall (T) - Chapter 10: labellebecoup

We Can Figure It Out (M)  - Chapter 27: Sucker4Scandal


Executive Orders (M) - Chapters 7, 8, 9: MzMocha / @artsychica2012

Love & Marriage (M) - Chapters 14, 15, 16, 17, 18, 19, 20, 21, 22, 23, 24, 25, 26, 27, 28, 29, 30, 31, 32, 33, 34, 35, 36, 37, 38, 39, 40, 41: A.L. CARRINGTON 

Pas de Deux (M) - Chapter 7: @iwrite4olitz

Worth It (M) - Chapter 9: Parker19

Uptight (Everything's Alright)...

How stunning Olivia looked, her dark skin, contrasted against the crystal clear water, her wet shirt, clinging to every defining curve on that delicious body of hers. How Fitz longed to touch her, hold her, make love to her again… and now she was here, right before him, in this scenic place. Someone needed to pinch him cause he was sure this was a dream.

Sighing as she slid deeper into the cooling bath, Olivia glanced around the large open air room. She’d never seen such an open, yet very private room. It was constructed of four rooms, varying in size. The living area, dining area, and sleeping section were the largest, leaving the smaller section for bathing and dressing. Brightly colored rugs, with Mayan and Aztec prints covered the entire floor of the room. Entering the room, she’d caught a glimpse of the large ornate bed. It was circular and sat high on a pewter frame that rose above the bed itself in large carved posters, situated at both the head and the foot of the bed. The bed was encircled with a large white gossamer mosquito net; it gave it an aura of a Sultan’s tent, more so than a bed in a hacienda in Mexico. Olivia had never seen anything like it. Everything inside the room was simple, light and airy, yet exquisite.

Her stomach grumbled as she caught a whiff of a scrumptious smell, coming from the direction of the kitchen…"Liv, come on, it’s going to get cold, and I made your favorite…” Not only was Fitz a devilishly handsome man, a smooth dancer, and a beast of a lover, he was also an exceptionally good cook. “Ah, a man after my own heart…Coming darling.”

After a superb meal, Fitz poured the last of the white wine into their glasses, and led Olivia out onto the front porch that faced the ocean.
“That was incredible,” Olivia said as she rubbed her stomach. Feeling fully satisfied, she took her glass and laid out in the large hammock, facing Fitz.

Nursing a nice buzz, she was happy, almost giddy, with not a care in the world. Fitz walked over, got into the hammock with Olivia, and began to tickle her. She laughed as he roamed her body, in search of the perfect spot that would send her over the edge with laughter. As she wiggled to get free from his relentless assault, her robe rode up her back side, exposing her perfectly shaped butt - it was magnificent. Fitz loved everything about Olivia, from the top of her head to the soles of her perfectly shaped feet, which were impeccably pedicured. She was flawless… but his favorite feature was her butt. It was all he could think of after their first meeting at the studio, it had fascinated him, he had become obsessed with it. The way it looked in those skin tight work out pants, etc. He was thankful for his height advantage, because it allowed him to look over her shoulder and at her back side as they were dancing. She had turned him into a butt man and it was all he could think about.

“Don’t move…please”
“What, do I have something on my bottom? What is it?
“Shhhh, just be still, I want to…” Fitz leaned in closer and kissed, ever so gently, Olivia’s right butt cheek. "Liv, do you remember that night we played that game…Do you remember what the wager was?"…He said as he kissed her other butt cheek. Olivia let out a small moan, “mmm, yeah, something about winner gets their hearts desire.”
Fitz wet his lips and leaned in to lick up and down the crevasse between Olivia perfectly rounded globes…she let out a muted cry. "Yes, that’s correct. Well, since I was the winner, that would mean that tonight I can have my heart’s desire.”
“OH…?” Olivia could hardly think straight, with Fitz touching, licking, and squeezing her backside, but she vividly recalled that night. It had been the first time that they had explored each other, not making love, just allowing themselves the freedom to openly feel each other’s bodies, without the fear of getting caught by the cameras. It was then that Olivia suspected that Fitz wanted more than to touch her in that area, he really wanted to explore it, in more ways than one. And from the looks of Fitz Jr., that was not going to be a pleasant experience. But tonight she was in no condition to deny Fitz anything, after all he did win, fair and square…
“Come on, let’s go inside…”

Olivia’s heart dropped and her guts turned. She thought it would be too painful. But she did not want to disappoint Fitz, not tonight. It had been so perfect until now, why did this have to happen now. Fitz sensed Olivia’s apprehension. “Relax baby, come here.” They walked into the outside stone shower; gently he backed her up against the cool sandstone wall. He turned on the warm water and slowly under the falling stream he kissed her. For a moment, Olivia lost her breath. She could no longer feel her feet, it was as if she was floating in mid-air. His arms, those strong arms had lifted her up and onto his engorged manhood. To say that Fitz was well endowed was an understatement. It had taken some getting used to his size, but by now, she could accommodate him completely. They made love under the moonlight. Fitz was the perfect lover, gentle and loving when she needed him to be, rough and hard, when she wanted it. Their bodies were in perfect harmony. It’s as if God had created him just to please her. He knew every erogenous zone on her body, and he made each one sing with every well orchestrated beat of his cock.

Olivia stepped out the shower, walking into the adjacent open room, she grabbed a towel as she sat on chaise lounge to dry herself off. As she put her robe on, Fitz quickly kissed her, taking by the hand, he led her to a small stool that sat in the center of the bedroom.
Olivia watched Fitz pull a hairbrush and a large deep red scarf from the overnight bag he brought. He dropped the scarf into her lap and began brushing her slightly damp hair.
“Mmmmm….that feels good.” Her head tilted forward. “I can’t remember the last time someone brushed my hair.”
His strokes remained deep and long as he pulled the brush through her thick hair slowly and methodically. He watched her head fall forward. “Liv, do you know what the word “tantra” means?”
His voice was as soothing as the strokes. The combination of both seemed to have a lulling affect on her. She answered easily and honestly. “Mmmm…yes. It means “woven together.” She was having trouble keeping her eyes open. “Are you trying to put me to sleep?”
“No baby, far from it.” He pulled the brush down the side of her head. The hair was nearly dry. Fitz knew Olivia had practiced yoga and other forms of meditation, but he had no idea how far she’d gone. For the last three months he had submerged himself in the subject, reading every book he could find in anticipation of this day. He wanted to make sure everything was right, it was imperative that Olivia was relaxed and Fitz knew that yoga and meditation were the only things that would accomplish that. Given the extremeness of their lovemaking tonight, it was imperative that mind and body were relaxed.. “Do you know what the “right hand” and “left hand” are?”
Her mind began drifting. “Hmmm…they are the two paths of tantra yoga.”
“The “right hand” is a more meditational or monogamous rite, while the “left hand” is used in groups.” Olivia’s body began to slump slightly.
Fitz watched her slump forward. “Liv, can you hear me.” When she nodded, he continued. “Have you every practiced either?”
“No, I’ve only read about them.” She sighed as he put the brush down and began massaging her scalp. Her eyes focused on the vibrant scarf.
His fingers began drawing deep circles over her scalp, moving from the nape to the hairline at her forehead and moving wide to her temples, circling lightly this time. Reaching for the scarf, he tied it snuggly around her eyes, speaking directly into her ear.
Engulfed by a sudden feeling of disorientation, Olivia pulled at the blindfold. “What the hell, Fitz, I can’t see a thing!”
“Shhh…I’m right here.” Fitz took hold of her hands and helped her stand. Moving her slowly to the bed, he spoke softly. “I want us to experience pure feeling…not so much the orgasm, but the intense feelings leading up to the orgasm. Are you open?”
Allowing his voice to calm her, Fitz had been the only man that she had ever given up complete control. Although she was scared, she trusted him, she knew that he would never do anything to harm her. Unable to find her voice, she nodded.
Pushing his hand into the opening of her robe, Fitz cupped one of her breasts, weighing the smooth, silky caramel orb in his hand. He tightened his grip almost painfully. “Do you understand what I want to do, Olivia? I need to hear your answer. Are you open to the experience?”
Olivia spoke softly…hesitantly as he continued to tighten his hold on her breast, pinching the sensitive nipple. “Ye…yes. I understand, it hurts and I am bit scared, but I’m open!” Leaning her head back against his chest, she gave in. “Completely.”
“Good girl.” FItz removed his hand. Smoothing her hair back, he planted a kiss on her forehead before moving away. He circled her slowly, watching her for a moment.

Olivia reached out to find what she couldn’t see. Her voice quiet, she asked. “Where are you?”
“Close.” He stood quietly still watching her. He could tell she was feeling uncomfortable, Olivia was not a person who was used to standing still, but he wanted her to realize the depth of the feeling. Grasping the loose sides of Olivia’s robe, he untied the sash and let it fall from her shoulders, leaving her naked with only a blindfold. He watched as her expression quickly changed, "Are you uncomfortable?”
Olivia didn’t know what to say. So she simply remained silent, a first for her, Fitz thought.
“Answer me.” Fitz moved to sit on the edge of the bed. He waited patiently for her answer.
Olivia turned her face in the direction of his voice. “Yes.”
“Yes what?” Fitz pushed.
“Yes, I feel uncomfortable. I can’t see you…naked, very naked and hate that I can’t see you…but you can see every inch of me.” Olivia breathed. She was no stranger to this sort of pseudo S&M play, but something in Fitz’ voice took it beyond erotic, he had awakened all of her senses, his touch was her only lifeline to existence.
“And you feel?” Fitz pushed to the answer he was looking for.
Reluctantly she answered, “I feel vulnerable.”
Fitz moved silently, standing behind her, he reached around and grasped her chin. Gently twisting her head sideways, he lowered his mouth to taste her lips, sucking the bottom slightly longer then the top. Leaving her lips he drew his tongue slowly up the delicate line of her jaw.
Olivia caught her breath at the sudden sensation. Without her sight, she seemed to be sensitive to every touch and gesture. Senses on edge, trying to figure out what was coming next. “Fitz…”
“Shhh…don’t speak…just feel. Don’t think…just allow. Don’t move…just experience.” Starting at the nape of her neck, Fitz trailed gentle kisses down her spin. Kneeling behind her, Fitz caressed and molded the smooth mounds of her full buttocks. How he had dreamed of this moment, holding her like this. His soft caresses quickly becoming firm. Without warning his lips replaced his hands.
Olivia’s gasp was like the sound of a pin dropping in the silence. Fitz quieted her once again. “No sounds, baby…not yet. Right now you need to concentrate on feeling.” At her nod, he continued his physical worship, sucking the supple skin of each cheek, leaving dark, purplish, love marks that would last for days. Rubbing his teeth across the soft, brown flesh, Fitz bit down slightly, causing Olivia to shiver slightly, her breathing changing from rapid to erratic. Massaging the flesh one last time, Fitz gave Olivia instructions. “Slow your breathing. Breathe with me. In…out…in…out…in…out.”

Once her breathing matched his, Fitz continued tasting. Drawing his tongue slowly up her spine until he once again stood behind her…chest to back, groin to bottom, lips to head and neck. Pulling her back against his chest, he swung her up into his arms and carried her over to the bed. With his knees braced on the edge of the bed, he laid her in the center. “Don’t move.” He whispered. Leaving the bed he went to the overnight bag again. Removing four large scarves and a small bottle of oil from the bag, Fitz returned to the bed with his bounty.
Removing his robe, Fitz joined Olivia on the bed. Turning her over to lie on her stomach FItz straddled her hips, and leaned forward to whisper in her ear. “Are you open?” As he spoke, he spread her arms wide and pushed them above her head.
Olivia’s mind was on the weight of Fitz sitting on her hips. She had to concentrate in order to give him one simple answer. “Yesss.”
He spoke his intentions, the desires that he had held secret ever since they had met. “I want you tied, blindfolded and face down.” As he spoke he knotted a scarf securely around each of her wrists. Taking the free end of the scarves he double knotted them to hidden bars in the elaborate frame. Moving down to her ankles, he spread her legs wide and taking the last two scarves, repeated the previous actions. Sitting back, he stared at her body. Her body was left open to him. His eyes savored the delicate, pink folds of her hidden passage.

Her mind was reeling…she was wide open and vulnerable to him. Without sight, she could only imagine, wholly feel every touch and every movement.
Lying down next to her, he watched as she tried to come to grips with her body’s bondage and her own mental and physical vulnerabilities. Using a single finger, he followed the same path his tongue had taken not long ago. Moving slowly, he traced the crease that separated her firm buttocks, watching her body shiver as his digit slipped lower, still finding the nether lips that guarded the paradise he sought. “Shhh…just feel.” Fitz murmured. As he separated the dark, pouty lips, he uncovered the swollen, quivering, pink nub hidden there. Teasing the nub he pinched and worked it into arousal. Leaving the nub, Fitz circled the lush opening before pushing a single finger into her inch by slow inch until it was completely buried inside of her.

Holding his finger there, he leaned into her ear. “Feel me, here…inside you.” He pulled his finger out to the tip, adding a second as he pushed back into her dark passage. Repeating the actions in an age old rhythm, he added a third finger. Pushing in and out, he aroused her body and set her mind aflame, his own body already on edge…hard and erect. He used the same breathing technique; he coached to keep from spilling his seed over both of them.
She couldn’t move. Her lungs were tightening against the air moving in and out of them. Her panting came in time to the rhythm Fitz’s fingers set. Her whimpering was uncontrollable as her excitement grew, and then suddenly, his fingers stopped moving. She waited…it was all she could do. Wait and feel. She turned her thoughts inward. She concentrated on the electric thrumming of her tortured nerve endings. She could feel the muscles in her lower body clinching in aroused spasms.
“Calm your breathing. Breathe slowly. Feel my fingers filling you, Liv…touching you. Feel them moving in and out.” His fingers began moving once again. “Breathe slowly. In…out…in…out.” He increased the rhythm. “Feel them moving faster…your nerves tightening. I can feel you clenching. Relax and breathe. The goal is feeling, not orgasm. Slow and deliberate, just feel the rhythm of the movement.”

Olivia slowed her breathing and relaxed her muscles. She didn’t bother to speak. She followed Fitz’s instructions and concentrated on the feeling of his fingers, on the feeling of fullness. She focused on the friction his movement caused. She bit down on the moan that fought to escape her throat. How could a man hold such sway over her mind and body?
Fitz pulled his fingers free, slowly. Caressing the perfect cheeks of round buttocks, he inserted one wet finger. Pushing gently into the channel he was about to initiate. “Have you ever accepted a man here, Olivia?”
Pulled from her breathing task, she was startled into answering. “No, I haven’t. I don’t think I’d like it much.“
“You will. You’ll have to work past the discomfort. I’ll be here with you as always. Are you open? I won’t ask again,” Fitz asked, his finger moving deeper. He could tell by the tensing and jerking movement, Olivia was unaccustomed to the invasion and didn’t find it pleasant. Because her senses were still so heightened, the discomfort was minor.
“Yesss,” she whispered the word, her mind on the invasion.
“There is no going back, Liv. I’ll try not to hurt you, you know I would never do that, but you know that there will be some pain. It is part of the goal,” Fitz instructed.

“You’re insane, but….all right.”

“For a man the pain comes from the retention of our natural orgasms. That is why the man and woman must meditate as one…make their individual battles one.” Working his finger in and out slowly, Fitz prepared her entrance for his erection. Only a half an hour had passed since they had last made love, but as soon as he saw her naked, sprawled out before him, he was instantly erect, he had been holding it ever since. She had no idea, but his pain had already begun.
Pulling his finger free, Fitz reached for a pillow and the bottle of oil he’d taken from the bag. Lifting her slightly by the waist, Fitz slid the pillow underneath Olivia’s hips, using it to adjust her bottom up. Pouring a quarter size amount of the heating oil in his palm, he rubbed it over his entire erection. Coating two fingers, he teased her opening once again. He pushed his fingers deep making sure the channel was well lubricated.

Olivia hadn’t expected the oil, let alone the instant heat that it brought to her insides. She instantly pulled against the scarves when his fingers pushed steadily into her, working ruthlessly to widen her entry. Tightening against the invasion, she bit down against the moan that threatened to escape - loosing the battle when he mounted her from behind and carefully pushed the head of his erection into her tight passage. Pulling back, he paused a moment before pushing deeper.
Leaning over her, Fitz whispered, “Don’t focus on the pain. Feel the fullness.” He repeated the movements, pushing in and pulling out carefully pass her tightening walls until he was completely in. Lying full length across her body, Fitz let his full weight pin her down. His body still, Fitz could feel her passage gripping and releasing him. His own body throbbed in a rhythm that was natural to both him and Liv.

Olivia breathed steadily pass the burning sensation until she became accustomed to his enormous size. She could feel her rear channel stretching, widening to accommodate him. He seemed larger somehow, if that were humanly possible. Concentrating on the strong throbbing of his erection, she relaxed and allowed her body to accept him completely. His weight, pinning her down became more of an animalistic arousal then mere male on female sexual domination. He was now so deeply inside her, their bodies were throbbing in unison, so much so that she could not tell where she ended and he began. She did the only thing she could do…breathe.

They lay that way…as one for what seemed to both as a small eternity; learning the feel of one another, breathing as one entity, he in…her out. It wasn’t long before Olivia realized that movement was not necessary for an arousal.
Fitz let the full onslaught of arousal, wash over him. “Do you feel them?” he whispered in her ear. “The feelings…their intensity?” She finally understood the union he’d sought - this feeling of fullness, oneness and immeasurable arousal. Always understanding pain, Olivia embraced the discomfort- now edging into pleasure- as Fitz once again began to move in and out of her body.
Lifting his weight from her, he placed one hand on each side her head, his knees on the mattress and began pumping forcefully…ruthlessly. Steeped in mindless ecstasy, Fitz continued his assault, his mind now on Olivia and her mounting orgasm. He slowed his thrust, coming to a full stop. “Lesson one is complete and now for lesson two…full release. I’m going to fuck you the way I need to. The way I’ve been dreaming about since the first moment I laid eyes on you.”

His words adding to her aroused senses, Olivia gasped, and Fitz began thrusting again. For the first time in her life she was about to have an orgasm from anal sex. Every muscle in her body constricted as he thrust in and out of her rear passage as though it had been made solely for him. She could only feel and accept as he worked her body into a frenzy of orgasmic lust, the now dulling pain adding sharply to the pleasure. Combing his fingers through her thick hair, Fitz used his leverage to press Olivia’s face into the mattress.
Accepting his domination over her again, Olivia gave into the light headedness of air deprivation. Fighting against her bonds, Olivia tried pushing her hips into his. The lack of air, the painful tug of the scarves, and the constant pounding into her rear channel was all she could take.

Lifting his hand from her head, Fitz allowed Olivia to turn her face to the side for air, before returning his hold to her head. Leaning over her as he pounded into her body, his voice penetrated her hazed mind. “Let it, take it, give in to it completely… Scream for me baby!” And as the tension broke and rapture took hold of her, Olivia did just that, screaming Fitz’s name as she came.
Pulling from her pulsing body, Fitz rolled as quickly as his heavily aroused body would allow him. Coming to the edge of the bed, he used the clean cloth and bowl of fresh water that he’d snuck in after he had blindfolded Olivia, to cleanse himself. Finishing, he moved back to where Olivia lie, still in the throws of her orgasm, her body gyrating against her bonds. The sight almost sent him into release.

Giving her no chance to adjust, Fitz positioned himself behind her once more, rubbing his throbbing erection against her soft, damp folds, enjoying Olivia’s attempts to push back against him. Bending forward, his lips lightly grazed the sensitive nape of her neck, then adding his weight to his movements, “You want more?” Fitz whispered. Olivia could only manage a nod. Fitz smiled as he thrust powerfully into her begging body, seating himself completely. He withdrew slowly, filled her again, thrusting in long, slow strokes, nudging deep. The largeness of him stirred the same nerve endings that were still in the throes of the previous torturous orgasm.

Barely catching her breath, Olivia’s whimpers filled the open room, which still held remnants of her past screams. Though her body was trying to calm itself, she was still so dizzyingly aroused, hot, achy, and needy. As her body fought to calm itself, she felt yet another orgasm building.

Fitz filled her, almost lazily, covering the silky flesh of her neck and shoulders in tiny, open mouthed kisses intermingled with love bites. Small, broken sounds escaped her lips with each slow thrust of his erection. The small sounds became steady cries as his continued to thrust and withdraw, inch by excruciating inch. His weight and her bonds prevented her from changing or controlling the pace.
Unable to move more than her wrists and ankles, Olivia lay helpless as Fitz slammed into her wet body, the heavy weight of his testicles slapping against her tender bottom, arousing her rear channel all over again. Suddenly images behind the blindfold filled her mind in bright colors. She wanted to be filled completely…every orifice. She wanted to see him filling her…fucking her. His large hand found her face, caressing and tracing her lips before inserting a finger between them. She stroked it with her tongue, closing her lips over the firm digit and sucking it fully into her mouth.

The wet, hot suction of her mouth and the wet, hot suction of her dark passage drove him mercilessly. “You like this…me inside you like this.” He punctuated his words with thrusts. Removing his finger from her mouth, he gripped a handful of her thick dark hair, pulling her head back towards him.
Tied, blind folded and helpless, her body his to brutally command, she could only respond. “Yesss…Yessss! Please Fitz…please!”
“Please what, baby?” Fitz tightened his hold on her hair and pushed deeper into her body…right to the hilt. It just wasn’t enough, this penetration. He wanted his balls inside her, too, and even that wouldn’t be enough!
“I need to cum. Please let me cum, Fitz.” She breathed, her body held on the edge of orgasmic bliss.

“All right, baby.” Fitz cupped Olivia’s head and adjusted it so that he had easy access to her mouth. Capturing her lips, his tongue thrust deeply, matching the deep thrust of his hips. Plunging his thick, hard erection deeply again, he held, grinding his hips in circles against her bottom, pumping into her. God, the man was incredible, those hips moved like well oiled pistons. Fitz wasn’t kidding when he said he was a fantastic lover. Fighting her bonds, Olivia tried again to push against him. He deepened the kiss, his tongue plunging in tempo with his lower body, both driving into her.
The tension gripping her body suddenly exploded. Flooding her with an orgasm so intense it was more painful than pleasurable. This orgasm was deeper, it pulsed at the very core of her soul. Fitz continued ramming into Olivia’s body, working against the orgasmic spasms that caused the walls of her vagina to grip and milk his erection. Giving in to the sexual haze that now controlled him, Fitz released his seed into her, in a forceful flood of liquid heat, sending Olivia into another round of spasms. Relaxing his weight fully upon her, Fitz enjoyed the feel of her body under his, helplessly convulsing around his still semi-aroused penis.
Held down by his body, Olivia screamed Fitz’s name again as she came. She realized that the process of relinquishing control and literally trusting a man blindly with your body, your safety, and your very life, was a soul-stirring event. She knew she’d never be the same. She’d given Fitz something she’d never given another person…complete control of her mind, body, and spirit. She realized she liked it.

The room now held the sounds of the two lovers’ heavy breathing, his body still joined to hers and her limbs still tied to his, Fitz’s weight pressing her into the mattress. As they both began into fall into unconscious, Liv heard Fitz whisper. “You were amazing…I hope you now understand the difference between a man who is controlling and one who is in control…I love you, Olivia Pope.”
He was right, he had taken control, but it had been a mutual thing, he had given her the freedom to choose, and it had felt amazing. Although Olivia was not quite ready to say those three little words out loud, the words that would forever change the dynamics of their relationship, fusing their lives together forever, after tonight, there was no doubt in her mind that she felt the same way…

Pas De Deux Chapter 10, a scandal fanfic | FanFiction
"When I met you, I swear your eyes were telling me to come here and fuck off at the same time."

A fluffy one for you, loves! I intended for this chapter to be longer, and even had the scenes mapped out in my mind, but decided to post this scene in isolation, because I didn’t want reality to permeate their bubble just yet. The real world returns in the next update. Enjoy! ;)

mwunder5  asked:

Do you know of any good olitz fan fiction continuing from episode 2x08 Happy Birthday Mr. President


Here are titles we found from our Season 2 list. 

A Thousand Years by Da Princes and Me’s / @scandalmistress

Afire Love by @bonespixi

Cherry Stems by tore-my-yellow-dress

The Fall and Rise of President Grant by kkimberly49

Goodbye Mr. President by burtneymac95

I Love You by Pretty Girl 818

Olivia Cleans House by Reader575 / @reader575la

Secret Service Agent Musings by FresherThanYou

The Art of Longing by GSquare3

Waking Up by Dream215

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A Night to Remember: Sasil AU

A/N: Hi! So this is my first Sasil fanfic. I’ve written a lot of Olitz fics, and some Richonne one shots and those fandoms led me to Outsiders. This fic is completely AU, set in a high school. I hope y'all like it.

Blackburg Kentucky, May 2015

Sally Ann bit her crimson bottom lip, looking unsurely at her matching fingernails, splayed on her bare knees, her wrists shrouded in the black ruffles of her dress’s cupcake skirt. She got up and went to the living room’s full-length mirror to again examine herself. A sliver of cleavage, cleavage she hadn’t had before G'win dragged her to Victoria’s Secret to buy a “bombshell” bra to go under her dress, peeked out of the dress’s sequined bodice. She looked down at her waxed legs, marveling at the soft glow coconut oil gave them, and her black pumps, outfitted with ankle straps that made her feel ladylike.

“You can stop looking. If you get any prettier, I’ll keep you home,” Naomi, the elderly woman who had essentially adopted Sally Ann when James’s drinking spun out of control, said as she stood in the doorway.

Sally Ann blushed as she turned to face her. “I just… It’s prom night. I want it to be perfect.”

“Y'all could wind up at McDonald’s and Hasil wouldn’t mind. You’ve been leading that boy around by the nose since fall.”

Again, Sally Ann blushed. “You know what I mean.”

“I know. It’s why I didn’t give you a curfew. Just this once I want you to do something wild.”

Sally Ann smiled at the glimmer in the woman’s eyes, wondering what sort of wild things she’d done in her long-gone youth. “We’re just gonna go to prom, and then probably Waffle House. Hasil’s been talking about waffles for a whole month.”

“He’s something, isn’t he?”

“The question is what,” Sally Ann answered with a smile. The doorbell rang and her eyes turned to the door.

Naomi smiled as she stepped into the room. “I’ll get it. Go fix your lipstick.”

Sally Ann hurried into the bathroom and reapplied her lipstick. A moment later she could hear Hasil’s voice, soft and lilting like a babbling brook, and Naomi’s, gravelly from her cigarettes. Both stopped at the sound of her heels on the shining wood floor.

They stared at each other, Naomi grinning between them. Sally’s Ann’s eyes moved over his coppery hair, shining and slicked back into a ball at the crown of his head, and his face, gently shaved with even the sparse hairs around his eyebrows plucked. No one noticed them but her, and she knew what he had done to look his best. Her wild-eyed farm boy had groomed himself into the men she looked too long at in Calvin Klein ads. He wore a crisp black blazer, tailored perfectly for him by the attentive hands of the bleached beyond blonde seamstress at the rental place. His bowtie was the same shade of gold as her bodice, tied crookedly by his eight fingers. Her eyes fell to his bottom half and the corners of her mouth quirked in a smile. Hasil was never one for tradition, and true to his own form, he had forgone the tux’s matching pants for his beloved kilt and Doc Martens. Only he could be so mismatched and still so well-dressed.

Hasil misunderstood her lingering stare, his eyebrows falling into creases. “I know I promised to get myself all cleaned up but—”

“You look perfect,” Sally Ann interjected, a full smile forming on her face.

She smiled harder at the tinge of pink that tipped his ears and the apples of his cheeks. He shook his head. “Naw. I don’t look half as good as you.”

Sally Ann blushed, her eyes falling to her shoes as Hasil stepped closer. He lifted her chin, giving her nose an affectionate tweak, before his hands reached their true destination. His fingers threaded through her silken hair, brushing her scalp then falling through to the ends. “Ain’t ever seen your hair like this.”

“Gramms straightened it.” She smiled at Naomi over his shoulder, her cheeks hot as he continued running his fingers through her hair. He was fascinated by its natural cottony tufts, but this new bone-straight texture captivated him just the same.

“How’d she do that?”

“With the hot comb.” His eyebrows furrowed in confusion. Sally Ann smiled. “It’s a metal comb. You heat it on the stove and—It’s not important. Do you like it?”

“Ain’t nothin’ about you I don’t like, pop tart,” he replied. Sally Ann grinned at her new nickname. She had been introducing Hasil to store bought food—something they never ate on his family’s farm on the outside of town—and now she had a new nickname each time he discovered something new he enjoyed. She pressed a kiss to the corner of his mouth, surprised by the supple freshly shaved skin around his mouth.

“I think it’s time y'all got going before I see something I shouldn’t,” Naomi interjected.

Sally Ann smiled as Hasil interlaced their fingers, walking toward the door. He turned to smile. “G'night ma'am. I’ll have her back soon as I can.”

“I know.” Naomi smiled as she followed them to the door.

They walked outside the house and she went to the front window to watch them, grinning when the boy stopped at the end of the walkway and rushed to his freshly washed ATV then returned, a plastic box in his hand. She could see the bashful smile on his face as he took the red rose corsage out of it. She smiled as Sally Ann helped him pin it to the corner of her dress’s sweetheart neckline. Her corsage secure, Hasil offered Sally Ann his hand to help her climb onto the ATV as demurely as she could before he climbed on in front of her. Sally Ann looked at the window and smiled as she waved at Naomi. Naomi waved back as they pulled away from the curb.

She’d had her misgivings about the quirky when he started walking Sally Ann home, but she’d overheard enough phone conversations, and seen enough painstakingly carved woodland creatures, to know he had nothing but pure affection for her little girl, whom she was beginning to realize wasn’t so little anymore.


“Last picture. Make it special,” the photographer instructed as Sally Ann and Hasil stood before the prom’s Old Hollywood themed photo backdrop.

“I’m wearin’ a kilt. Can’t get more special,” Hasil replied.

Sally Ann laughed, leaning forward and attempting to cover her mouth. Hasil looked on with a smile, proud of making her laugh, and the photographer smirked as he snapped their picture. He looked at it on his digital camera. “That’s a keeper.”

Hasil held Sally Ann’s hand as he walked over to look. He grinned. “Def'nitely. That there’s goin’ on the weddin’ invitation.”

Sally Ann smirked. “You’re not wearing a kilt to our wedding.”

“We’ll see ‘bout that, cupcake.”

They paid for their pictures then went into the prom. Sally Ann smiled as she looked around at the directions she and the rest of the prom committee had worked on for weeks. She turned to Hasil. “Pretty nice, right?”

“I never thought a gym could look so nice,” he replied, looking around at the black and gold decorations. They had lined the walls with black paper generously sprinkled with gold stars. Gold balloons swarmed the ceiling. The refreshment table held mini bottles of sparkling cider and disposable cameras. A row of photo booths lined the back wall. He smiled at her. “You match ev'rything. You’re the bell of the ball.”


Hasil smiled as he resumed his place at Sally Ann’s side. She turned to looked at him, a bottle of sparkling cider in her hand. “Where’d you go?”

“Had to tell Asa somethin’,” he replied, nodding at his cousin, a recent graduate who had graciously taken the prom committee’s meager offer to be their DJ. Sally Ann gave him a questioning look but Hasil only smiled sweetly, reaching out to twirl a lock of hair around his finger. “I think I miss your curly hair.”

Sally Ann smiled. “It’ll be back once I wash my hair.”

Hasil nodded, having recently learned the joys of Sally Ann’s hair-washing routine when she taught him to twist her locks with a sweet scented paste called shea butter.


February 2015

Hasil smiled at Sally Ann as she emerged from the bathroom, a towel around her neck to catch the drops of water falling off her damp hair. He scooted over on her bed to make room for her to sit beside him, watching as she gathered supplies from her dresser. She sat beside him, putting her products between them, and he picked up a jar of paste. He smiled at its sugary scent. “What’s this?”

“Shea butter,” she answered as if that would explain anything to him. When he gave no reply, she looked at him with a smile. “I use it to twist my hair.”

He nodded, dipping a fingertip into it. “Is this what makes your hair stay in that braid thing?”

She nodded, watching as he rubbed it between his palms then brought them to his face to inhale the scent. “So this is what you smell like all the time…and chocolate too. What’s that?”

She left the bed and went to her dresser then returned with a yellow bottle that she placed in his hands. He read the name slowly. “Cocoa butter… You use a lot of butter on yourself, lollipop.”

She wrinkled her nose as she massaged shea butter into her hair. “I think that’s the first nickname you’ve ever given me that I don’t like.”

“I just figure it fits cause you’re so sweet and I like licking on you…” He smiled, his eyebrows quirking at the way she looked away from her, a smile on her own face. “Plus your head’s awful big for your little body.”

“Shut up! No it isn’t!” She laughed as she shoved his shoulder. “It’s mostly hair.”

“If you say so.” He watched as she used the paste to twist her hair into little knots all over her head. “Now what does those do?”

“They help my hair curl a certain way,” she answered, slowing down her method so he could watch. “You just twist and twist until it becomes a ball by itself.”

He nodded, reaching over to take a lock in his hair and twist it. “Like this here?”

Sally Ann examined his knot in the mirror. “It’s a little small for hair as thick as mine, but yeah.”

It didn’t take them long to finish her hair and start on his. Naomi wasn’t sure what to expect when she came home and heard their laughter.


“Alright kids, here’s the last dance of the night. This song is older than just about all of y'all but a friend of mine just had to have it played for his date,” Asa announced and Sally Ann wasn’t surprised to find him giving them a knowing grin.

She looked at Hasil and he only smiled as Elvis Presley’s “Can’t Help Falling In Love” began and the gym’s lights dimmed. Hasil gave a theatrical bow as he offered his hand and Sally Ann grinned as she took it. He sheepishly took her in his arms and pushed her hair back from her face. “I’m real sorry you didn’t get to be queen. I know you wanted it.”

She shrugged and smiled. “Nothing in the world can ruin any night I get with you.”

Hasil looked away, blushing, and Sally Ann lay her head on his chest, allowing him to sway her to the music. She was surprised at the ease with which he moved, having been dreading his two left feet all week. She lifted her head to look at him. “You can dance?”

He blushed again. “I couldn’t ‘til 'bout three days ago. I knew you’d wanna dance so I asked Ms. Ray to teach me a li'l somethin’.”

Sally Ann looked around the gym and found Ms. Ray, their silver-haired history professor, smiling as she looked at them. She turned back to Hasil and caressed his face. “You are the sweetest thing.”

He gave a bashful shrug. “I just wanted to do somethin’ special for you. I’d do anythin’ to make you smile.”

“Can you get Asa to play that song one more time?”

Hasil turned to Asa and gave his cousin a pleading look that he hoped Asa understood. A grin spread over his face when the song began once more, and he turned to Sally Ann, resuming their embrace. “I b'lieve you owe me one smile.”

Sally Ann grinned as she wrapped her arms around his neck.

Olitz Fic Update: April 1-7

Happy Saturday, everyone! Hope your first full week of April went well. Here is this week’s list - lots of goodies for you.  ** Some chapters have author’s notes, so please check them out before you read

If we have missed any titles, please inbox/DM us, so we can adjust the update. Thanks!


On The Way To Us: Chapter 12 (K+) - rachgreengeller

Thank You Dr. Pope: Chapter 35 (M) - Hydrangeasia

The Secretary: Chapter 1 (M) - LOVE.U.FOREVER / @wonderwoman2-23


Afire Love: Chapter 11 (K+) - BonesPixi

Be My Downfall: Chapter 19 (M) - EbonyBeach / @babybemydownfall

The Secret That I Hide : Chapter 3 (T) - AgentRez / @democrattotheend


Beyond The Game: Chapter 4 (M) - Ivy Amor

Nicest Thing: Chapter 8 (M) - musesofthemind / @musesoftheminds

We Can Figure It Out: Chapter 33 (M) - Sucker4Scandal


In Vermont? : Chapter 3 (M) -  eaaazzzyy-doesit

Long Live: Chapter 2 (M) - LiveInLoveAndLaughter

Random One Shots: Chapter 11 (M)  - Tami07

Worth It: Chapter 11 (M) - Parker19


Joyfully Yours: Chapter 1 (K) - Hp2285 / @heather2285

Thank You Dr. Pope: Chapter 36 (M) - Hydrangeasia

The Look: In-Between Drabble (M) - loveoverpride / @lovesbiggerthanpride

The Unexpected: Chapter 1 (M) - Tami07

This Is My Life: Chapter 8 (M) - Dafney64


Damaged: Chapter 2 (M) - labellebeaucoup

Downfall: Chapter 11 (M) - labellebeaucoup

Miracle On Hope Street: Chapter 25 (T) - Da Princes and Me’s / @scandalmistress

One Shots: Chapter 4 (M) - nike pretzel

Some Other Me: The First Birthday (M) - almostfamousoxo / @songbirdstrivestothrive

Time Won’t Tell: Chapter 3 (K+) - AgentRez

We Can Figure It Out: Chapter 34 (M) - Sucker4Scandal


Love And Freedom: Chapter 18 (M) - OliviaLovesFitz8

Not Her Father’s Daughter: Chapter 10 (T) - JustChilOut

Full Circle: Chapter 34 (M) - Laurenaustin4

This Is My Life: Chapter 9 (M) - dafney64

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