His fingers still driving her mad, she arched her back, panting and biting back little whimpers. The insane edge was gone, but she still /wanted/, and managed a nod at his words. “That’s why you said — about taking your time,” she managed thickly. One hand clamped around his wrist.
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The vibration made her incoherent very quickly. All she could do was whimper, moan, and writhe under his hand. “H-h-ho—how?” she finally managed to get out, before she had to clench her teeth together on a wail, climaxing.
Any other time, she’d be — well, hell, any other time she wouldn’t be in this position at all. But there just isn’t enough of her mind left untouched by the potion to question that line, “the fastest man on earth”. She twisted her wrists, deliberately not hard enough to get away, and used the leverage to pull him down toward her. “Take your time later,” she whined.
”Fuck, yes,” she groaned. Some of the intensity of need fell away, but not all of it. Not enough.
Not nearly enough.
She curled up, moaned, and reached for his pants again. “More, please.”
A slow smile curves Adam’s lips. Elegant fingers run the length of the chain to stop at the collar. Without looking up, his other hand lifts and beckons you forth with a crook of his finger. It never occurs to him that you will not obey.
He is fascinating. Irresistible. She doesn’t understand this pull, can’t refuse the temptation. One step, then two, then she’s at his side, silent, obedient. Everything seems to be in abeyance until the collar is locked about her neck — feelings, reactions — her will is somehow his now.
She lifts a hand to brush the chain, where it’s locked to the headboard.
Eyes dark and distant, he stares down at her, hands clasped at his back. Finally he snorted. “So quickly you come to heel. I had hoped for some fight, some spirit. Ah well. One cannot always be so lucky I suppose.”
Walking around the bed, he took in her form from all angles. “Hands in your lap,” he barked once, tired of watching her fidget with the chain rather than focus on her Master.
The spell — if spell it was — shattered as the collar settled around her throat. A shiver shook her body. What had she just done? Even as her hand lifted to scrabble at the collar, he spoke, and she dropped them back.
Despite the desire to simply bow to his wishes — the word ‘master’ flashed across her mind — she kept her eyes on him.
He stopped his pacing and held her gaze with an intense stare, that of a dominant predator staring down she who was beneath him. He held that gaze, refusing to back down from the directness she offered in return.
She couldn’t hold his gaze. After only a few moments she had to back down, had to turn her eyes away. There was too much there; she didn’t know what it was, but it was overwhelming. Instead she fixed her eyes on her hands, clasped in her lap and starting to shake slightly. Fear? Excitement? Anticipation? She didn’t know.
“What is your will?” she said at last.
A slow smile curves Adam’s lips. Elegant fingers run the length of the chain to stop at the collar. Without looking up, his other hand lifts and beckons you forth with a crook of his finger. It never occurs to him that you will not obey.
He is fascinating. Irresistible. She doesn’t understand this pull, can’t refuse the temptation. One step, then two, then she’s at his side, silent, obedient. Everything seems to be in abeyance until the collar is locked about her neck — feelings, reactions — her will is somehow his now.
She lifts a hand to brush the chain, where it’s locked to the headboard.
Eyes dark and distant, he stares down at her, hands clasped at his back. Finally he snorted. “So quickly you come to heel. I had hoped for some fight, some spirit. Ah well. One cannot always be so lucky I suppose.”
Walking around the bed, he took in her form from all angles. “Hands in your lap,” he barked once, tired of watching her fidget with the chain rather than focus on her Master.
The spell — if spell it was — shattered as the collar settled around her throat. A shiver shook her body. What had she just done? Even as her hand lifted to scrabble at the collar, he spoke, and she dropped them back.
Despite the desire to simply bow to his wishes — the word ‘master’ flashed across her mind — she kept her eyes on him.
A slow smile curves Adam’s lips. Elegant fingers run the length of the chain to stop at the collar. Without looking up, his other hand lifts and beckons you forth with a crook of his finger. It never occurs to him that you will not obey.
He is fascinating. Irresistible. She doesn’t understand this pull, can’t refuse the temptation. One step, then two, then she’s at his side, silent, obedient. Everything seems to be in abeyance until the collar is locked about her neck — feelings, reactions — her will is somehow his now.
She lifts a hand to brush the chain, where it’s locked to the headboard.
M!A Sherlock needs sex and gets turned on every time you say his name
/His/ shirt had buttons, which she busied her hands opening. It took a long time, in the midst of deepening kisses, maddening kisses, for her to even become aware that he was all but yanking on her shirt. She took advantage of a need to breathe to yank her shirt off over her head and abandon it, then part the sides of his and slide her hands underneath to meet as his back, fingernails striping marks. One leg hitched around his, and she threw her head back, baring her throat to him. “Please, Sherlock, god, please,” she panted.
His name escaped her lips breathlessly and even without his little problem, it would have pushed him further. Sherlock’s mouth moved down to her neck nipping at the skin there before dipping to her collarbone. His hard member was already throbbing against his thigh, pinned down by the pants he was wearing. He quickly pulled off his own shirt before his hands went to work at her bra. The first time was a bust, his hands tripping over the clasp in his rush but by the second time, it was unclasped and he quickly worked to remove it. Pulling back slightly, he took in the shirtless woman in front of him before his mouth dived down to start it’s attack on each nipple. His skillful hands cupped her breasts and kneaded them as his tongue swirled around her nipples and his teeth nibbled on them.
Summer dug her fingers into his shoulders, eyes falling shut at the sensation of his mouth on her skin. Her breath came shakily; it had been a long time and his magic-driven desire seemed to pulse in her blood. She wanted to kiss and caress in return, but if she let go of him, she would probably collapse to the floor. She managed to shift one hand to his hair, carding through the dark curls and clinging, and whimpered at the touch of his mouth on her breasts.
BUS PARTY
I was not anticipating how much I would just want an Agents of SHIELD orgy. Throw in whichever Avengers you think might be fun, but fer serious, can all of them just have a mad 70’s sex party on the bus? Sam? Can you make this happen?
I went with sex pollen, because I find it tough to imagine that OT6 occurring organically and as someone remarked to me, “Does FitzSimmons even understand what sex is?”
So, you know, the usual Sex Pollen warnings for impaired/dubious consent.
HYDROCODONE MIDNIGHT THEATRE PART FOUR: BUS PARTY
