{"id":"urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:swan_secrets","title":"Swan Secrets","subtitle":"writings","author":{"name":"swan_secrets"},"link":[{"@attributes":{"rel":"alternate","type":"text\/html","href":"https:\/\/swan-secrets.livejournal.com\/"}},{"@attributes":{"rel":"self","type":"text\/xml","href":"https:\/\/swan-secrets.livejournal.com\/data\/atom"}},{"@attributes":{"rel":"service.feed","type":"application\/x.atom+xml","href":"https:\/\/swan-secrets.livejournal.com\/data\/atom","title":"Swan Secrets"}}],"updated":"2017-07-27T14:31:37Z","entry":[{"id":"urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:swan_secrets:20895","link":[{"@attributes":{"rel":"alternate","type":"text\/html","href":"https:\/\/swan-secrets.livejournal.com\/20895.html"}},{"@attributes":{"rel":"self","type":"text\/xml","href":"https:\/\/swan-secrets.livejournal.com\/data\/atom\/?itemid=20895"}}],"title":"\"Switched\" - Once Upon A Time - Emma\/Regina","published":"2017-07-27T14:31:37Z","updated":"2017-07-27T14:31:37Z","category":[{"@attributes":{"term":"emma\/regina"}},{"@attributes":{"term":"femslash"}},{"@attributes":{"term":"lands of magic"}},{"@attributes":{"term":"rated r"}},{"@attributes":{"term":"body swap"}},{"@attributes":{"term":"swan queen"}}],"content":"Title:<\/b> \"Switch\"
Fandom:<\/b> Once Upon A Time
Pairings:<\/b> Emma\/Regina, + Ruby
Rating:<\/b> R
Disclaimer:<\/b> I don't own Once Upon A Time or any of the non-original characters featured in this not-for-profit fic.
Note:<\/b> This was written for a challenge at Lands of Magic<\/a> as a gift for <\/a>bella_farfalla<\/b><\/a><\/span>
Summary:<\/b> Emma finds herself transported to another place and quixkly find she is in another body...
Words:<\/b>2067




In the blink of an eye, an actual blink, Emma Swan found herself somewhere else.

It was so abrupt that she was sure it had to be a trick of the light or her brain. She blinked again. Nope. Still here. She was still on a bed but it wasn't the bed she'd been on a moment ago. The mattress was softer and the sheets were totally different. She looked up at an unfamiliar ceiling.

There had been no flashes or sparks or poofs of smoke that night have explained her sudden teleportation. Whatever the cause was it had been an instantaneous event.

Emma sat up slowly, keeping herself alert for potential dangers. \u201cRegina?\u201d

Silence.

Regina hadn't come with her, though Regina hadn't actually been in the room when she'd been whisked away. She had the feeling she was alone,.

She could tell by the lack of light behind the closed curtains it was still night. Emma's brain finally kicked in properly. She started to think. She needed to find out where she was, how she got here and how she could get back. That all sounded simple enough.

Step one was to figure out where she'd been transported to. It was obviously someone's bedroom. She sat up and turned on a light. A strand of dark hair fell in front of her face. Emma froze. Her thoughts seized up for a second. It wasn't her hair. She pulled more of it forward. Dark hair. There was a streak of red in it too.

That was weird. Who or what would teleport her and dye her hair? She threw off the bedsheets.

\u201cWhat the fuck?\u201d she said aloud. The legs, the body, the pyjamas she was wearing, and, now she'd spoken, her voice, were not her own.

She scrambled off the bed and looked around. She rushed over to a full length mirror in the corner and immediately recognised the figure in the reflection.

Ruby.

\u201cHow?\u201d Emma reached out and touched the mirror. She waved her hands and leaned in close, looking for the trick. The reflection followed her motions exactly. There was only one explanation, as crazy as it was: She was in Ruby's body. She ran her fingers over her face, studying herself in the mirror. Different eyes, different lips, different skin, different nose. It was all familiar as being Ruby\u2019s face but it so alien seeing it reflected back at her like this.

She stopped touching herself before it got creepy. Or creepier.

Okay. So that probably answered the question of where she was, this had to be Ruby's bedroom. How did she get to be in Ruby's body? How could she get back to herself?

A thought, vivid and terrible, occurred to her. If she was in Ruby's body was Ruby in hers?

Oh hell.

She had to get there as quickly as she could.


***<\/center>

Ruby had just been on the edge of sleep when suddenly the light brightened and the ceiling changed. She blinked. Details came fast. Details that were surprising to say the least.

Ruby found herself in an unfamiliar room. There was a low buzzing sound. She was naked. Her wrists were handcuffed together, secured to the headboard of the bed. But it wasn't her bed. She looked down. It wasn't her own naked form she was looking at. The buzzing wasn't just a sound, there was a vibration on the mattress. Ruby could see it was coming from a large bright pink rabbit-style vibrator that was sitting down by her right leg.

She took a few breaths and tested the cuffs. They held. She seemed to be alone, but that seemed strange given her situation. Ruby looked around the room, searching for clues. She was in someone else's body, that much was apparent. Someone who was distractingly aroused. As much as this was a bizarre occurrence she couldn't deny that the body she was in was very much responding to being like this and to the buzzing sex toy.

Ruby shook her head. Where was she? Whose body was this? How the heck did this happen? She was thinking of calling out for help, but the thought of trying to explain her compromising position gave her pause. Unless she suddenly jumped back to herself this was going to get awkward any moment now.

Had she fallen asleep? Was this actually a dream? She was a red blooded woman who had sexy dreams now and then. Some of them got a bit kinky. But this all seemed too vivid and detailed to not be real. It was clear there was some magic at work here but she couldn't do anything about it.

She heard footsteps outside of the room approaching. Ruby braced herself. She'd just explain herself to whoever it was and like any number of magical oddities in Storybrooke it would get solved somehow.

Regina entered the bedroom and Ruby was rendered speechless. She'd had no idea Regina was seeing anyone, and no idea that she liked women this way. Regina looked incredible. She was all luscious skin and sensual curves and wearing dark purple lace lingerie that she made look utterly wonderful.

\u201cThat's the kind of reaction I was hoping for,\u201d Regina grinned. \u201cI bought it just for tonight.\u201d She gave a twirl and she looked just as good from behind.

This was too much. The predicament was bad enough and now she was looking at Regina, who was apparently gay, and into handcuffing her girlfriend. She'd learned more about Regina in the last few seconds than she had in years of living in Storybrooke.

Regina prowled to the bed, her intent sparkling in her eyes. Ruby felt a giddy flutter in her chest. It was surprisingly nice having Regina look at her like that. Ruby had to remind herself Regina wasn't looking at her but at the woman whose body she was in.

Ruby felt a flash of guilt. This was an intrusion into a private time she had no business knowing anything about.

\u201cRegina, wait,\u201d Ruby finally said. She recognised her voice, but couldn't quite place it.

\u201cWhat's wrong?\u201d Regina frowned, her hand hovering over the vibrator.

How could she explain this? How could she admit, even thought she was sure it wasn't her fault, that she was here?

Regina\u2019s hand settled on Ruby's knee. \u201cEmma what is it?\u201d

Emma?!?

Emma was sleeping (and a whole lot more besides) with Regina?! Didn't they kinda hate each other?

\u201cI'm not Emma,\u201d Ruby blurted.

\u201cWhat?\u201d Regina snatched her hand away and her eyes narrowed

\u201cI'm not Emma,\u201d she said again, clearer, more sure of herself. She had to get Regina to understand. Regina was one of the few people in town that might be helpful.

Regina looked like she was trying to decide if she was being messed with or not. \u201cIf you're not Emma who are you?\u201d

Ruby swallowed and shifted uncomfortably. \u201cUh. Ruby. I'm Ruby.\u201d

\u201cRuby?\u201d Regina was disbelieving. \u201cIs this a game? Some kind of roleplay?\u201d

\u201cNo, no, it's me, Ruby, I'm really Ruby. Definitely Ruby. One second I was at home the next...here.\u201d

Regina moved back and off the bed, like she was afraid Ruby might be contagious or something. \u201cYou're serious.\u201d

\u201cYes.\u201d

\u201cIf you're bullshitting me Emma I swear...\u201d

\u201cNot Emma. Ruby.\u201d

Then it was like Regina suddenly realised the situation they were in. Her expression was of the particular kind of horror when your private life is abruptly exposed. \u201cHow? Where's Emma?\u201d The concern in her voice told Ruby that Regina wasn't just sleeping with Emma, there was real feeling there.

\u201cI've got no idea. Would you mind, uh, undoing these?\u201d She jerked her restrained wrists.

Color rose in Regina's cheeks. Another first. Ruby had never seen Regina blush before. \u201cOf course.\u201d



***<\/center>


Emma was breathless. She had pulled on sneakers and a jacket over the pyjamas and then ran for Regina's as fast as she could.

Her mind was racing almost as fast as her heart.

She used the spare key, hidden in a magically protected rock, to open the door, trying not to think about what she was walking into.

Emma found them in the living room. Regina and herself. They were avoiding looking at each other. It was as awkward as she'd feared.

\u201cEmma?\u201d Regina raised her eyebrows.

\u201cIt's me,\u201d Emma nodded.

Regina had on a big fluffy white robe. Ruby was fully dressed in the clothes Emma had last seen on the bedroom floor. It was beyond weird to be looking at herself. Emma and Ruby stood, studying each other for a few seconds.

\u201cWe tried calling you on Ruby's cell,\u201d Regina said.

\u201cWhen you didn't pick up we figured you'd be coming here,\u201d Ruby said, except it was Emma's voice and Emma's mouth that the words came from. Boy that was going to take a lot of getting used to.

\u201cAny ideas what's happening?\u201d Emma asked.

Ruby shook her head and shrugged.

Regina put her hands on her hips, she was clearly not amused. \u201cObviously magic of some kind. The specifics might be tricky.\u201d

\u201cYou can't just abracadabra us back?\u201d Emma waved her hands in an elaborate flourish.

\u201cNot without knowing what spell this is. I can think of maybe a dozen ways to do a body swap off the top of my head.\u201d Regina gave an exasperated sigh.

\u201cSorry,\u201d Ruby said quietly.

\u201cFor what?\u201d Emma was getting over the initial unsettling reaction to looking at someone else in her body.

\u201cRuining your night. I feel like I violated your privacy. Obviously I'm not gonna tell anyone about, you know, you two.\u201d

\u201cI\u2019d appreciate that. But unless you did this you've nothing to be sorry for,\u201d Regina started pacing. \u201cDid either of you eat or drink anything unusual in the last twenty-four hours?

\u201cDon't think so,\u201d Ruby shook her head.

\u201cSame here,\u201d Emma was trying not to think about the fact the Ruby had arrived in her body while she was naked and handcuffed. She decided if Ruby and Regina didn't mention it she certainly wasn't going to raise the subject. She avoid it for the reat of her life if she could.

\u201cTry touching,\u201d Regina suggested. \u201cPerhaps it's just simple contact transference we need.\u201d

Emma and Ruby moved closer, Emma reached out and touched Ruby's arm. Her own arm really.

Nothing happened.

\u201cTry skin.\u201d

They both put their hands together. Nothing. They moved apart again.

\u201cBoth of you, think, did anything strange happen recently. Have you touched any artefacts or talked to a stranger?\u201d Regina was pacing faster, back and forth, back and forth.

Neither Ruby or Emma could come up with anything along those lines either. It was becoming clear this was not a mystery they were going to solve quickly.

\u201cWe'll need to go to the vault then. This is going to be a long night.\u201d

The three of them were just heading out when Emma's cell phone started ringing. Ruby pulled it out of the jeans she was wearing. The lit up screen read \u2018Mary-Margaret'. Ruby handed over the phone and Emma answered and prepared herself. If Mary-Margaret was calling at this time of night it wouldn't be for anything good, and she'd have to explain the whole body switch thing.

\u201cHey.\u201d

\u201cRuby?\u201d Mary-Margaret hadn't been expecting Ruby's voice.

\u201cNo, it's Emma, I just sound like Ruby.\u201d

\u201cOh no not you too.\u201d

Cold dread grew heavy in the pit of Emma's stomach. \u201cWhat to you mean me too?\u201d

\u201cIt's why I was calling. Charming had been body swapped with Belle,\u201d worry was sharp in her tone.

\u201cWith Belle?\u201d Emma could see Regina and Ruby were practically bursting to know what was going on.

\u201cHe woke up and thought he was snuggling up with me and realised he was snuggling with Gold.\u201d

Emma tried and, much to her dismay, failed to suppress that mental image. She didn't need to hear any more details. Ever. \u201cRuby and me have switched too. We'll come right over, all meet there.\u201d

\u201cYes, we'll figure this out together,\u201d Mary-Margaret agreed.

Emma realised that there were no reasons her parents knew about for her being with Regina at this time. \u201cOh and I'll get Regina too. This must be magic.\u201d

\u201cOkay see you soon.\u201d

\u201cWe'll be right there.\u201d

Emma ended the call.

\u201cWhat's happening?\u201d Ruby demanded.

\u201cWe're not the only ones,\u201d Emma said. \u201cThis is worse than we thought.\u201d<\/a>"},{"id":"urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:swan_secrets:20551","link":[{"@attributes":{"rel":"alternate","type":"text\/html","href":"https:\/\/swan-secrets.livejournal.com\/20551.html"}},{"@attributes":{"rel":"self","type":"text\/xml","href":"https:\/\/swan-secrets.livejournal.com\/data\/atom\/?itemid=20551"}}],"title":"\"Three Is A Charm\" - Once Upon A Time - Emma\/Regina\/Ruby - NC-17","published":"2016-11-12T11:15:13Z","updated":"2016-11-12T11:15:13Z","category":[{"@attributes":{"term":"emma\/regina"}},{"@attributes":{"term":"18+"}},{"@attributes":{"term":"femslash"}},{"@attributes":{"term":"emma\/regina\/ruby"}},{"@attributes":{"term":"nc-17"}},{"@attributes":{"term":"red swan queen"}}],"content":"Title:<\/b> \"Three Is A Charm\"
Fandom:<\/b> Once Upon A Time
Pairings:<\/b> Emma\/Regina, Emma\/Regina\/Ruby
Rating:<\/b> 18\/NC-17
Disclaimer:<\/b> I don't own Once Upon A Time or any of the non-original characters featured in this not-for-profit fic.
Summary:<\/b> Regina and Ruby meet at the bar and are instantly attracted to each other, but Regina didn't come alone...
Words<\/b> 6751

Read on my AO3 Here<\/a>"},{"id":"urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:swan_secrets:20247","link":[{"@attributes":{"rel":"alternate","type":"text\/html","href":"https:\/\/swan-secrets.livejournal.com\/20247.html"}},{"@attributes":{"rel":"self","type":"text\/xml","href":"https:\/\/swan-secrets.livejournal.com\/data\/atom\/?itemid=20247"}}],"title":"\"Inappropriate\" - MCU - Jane\/Sif - NC-17","published":"2016-05-01T10:44:28Z","updated":"2016-05-01T10:44:28Z","category":[{"@attributes":{"term":"jane\/sif"}},{"@attributes":{"term":"femslash"}},{"@attributes":{"term":"avengerkink"}},{"@attributes":{"term":"mcu"}},{"@attributes":{"term":"nc-17"}},{"@attributes":{"term":"sif"}},{"@attributes":{"term":"jane foster"}}],"content":"Title:<\/b> "Inappropriate"
Fandom:<\/b> MCU
Pairing:<\/b> Jane\/Sif
Rating:<\/b> 18\/NC-17
Summary:<\/b> This was written for the AvengerKink Prompt: "During Jane's visit to Asgard, she and Sif get completely wasted on ale. The two head back to Sif's, where the two start to get grabby with each other. One thing leads to another..."
AO3:<\/b> Here<\/a>



She was dead.

Or something very close to it.

Death would probably have been better Jane Foster decided.

She opened her eyes, regretted it, and immediately shut them again. She was not ready for light yet. She was not ready for anything.





About two hours later she woke up again and felt very slightly more alive than she had the last time.

Slightly.

This time when she opened her eyes it was only uncomfortable rather than completely intolerable. Her skin was crawling and her mouth was dry. She sat up and she realised she wasn't alone in the unfamiliar bed.

Sif was lying beside her.

The bed was large and definitely not her own, or Thor’s. She assumed this must be Sif’s bedroom because Sif was lying on her back, scarlet bedsheets gathered at her waist. She was, as far as Jane could see, naked.

Jane realised she that she was naked too. She crossed her arms over her bare breasts. Then she uncrossed them. She supposed the time for modesty was long gone.

She tried to make sense of this.

The evidence was pretty clear, but she wanted there to be another explanation. But there were very few plausible reasons for Jane waking up naked with Sif.

Jane got out of bed. She put out her arms to steady herself. The room rocked and swayed like she was on a ship in a storm. Once she was sure of her balance she looked around. She had a pounding headache. Her muscles ached, especially her arms and thighs. Jane found a silky green and gold robe and pulled it on. She found a jug of water on an ornate side table. She poured some into a goblet and gulped it down. She poured herself some more and took the goblet with her.

Jane crossed the room and through a curtain to a wide balcony with a view over Asgard that normally would have made her gasp with wonder. It was a beautiful day. Jane felt sick.

Another?

God yes.<\/i>

Things were starting to come back to her. Through a fog of hangover and regret Jane remembered.


***<\/div>

With Thor called away on ‘important business’ and pretty much everyone else she knew in Asgard also otherwise occupied it fell to Lady Sif to look after Jane.

Jane and Sif had never been great friends. Jane certainly admired Sif as being a talented fighter and trusted ally of Thor. But it was crystal clear that Sif had romantic feelings for Thor too and, those feelings were firmly in the way of Jane and Sif being friends.

Sif had found the perfect solution for the awkwardness between them: alcohol.

By the third mug of ale they were happily chatting to each other. Jane had countless questions and Sif was happy to answer and tell tales of great adventures across the Realms. Jane noticed Sif avoided mentioning Thor since he was the sore point between them. Fortunately Sif had had plenty of thrilling exploits of her own.

Then there was the science. What was the bleeding edge of scientific advancement on Earth was considered the basics on Asgard. At several points in the evening Jane completely geeked out, much to Sif's amusement.

Sif was equally interested in hearing about Midgard. She had questions about the things she had seen and heard while she was there.

They went through many hours and many drinks together.

When they finally decided to call it a night it took an hour for them to stumble, laughing and clutching each other, to Sif's chambers.

Jane had kissed women before. She'd slept with a couple in college and enjoyed the experience. Science wasn't the only thing she had experimented in those days.

So when Sif kissed her just after they arrived her place it wasn't a new sexual awakening or anything like that.

It was hardly romantic, their noses bumped together and then their lips met. It tasted of booze.

“Sorry,” Sif stepped back. “Sorry that was,” she looked away, “inappropriate.”

While the kiss had caught her off guard the greater surprise to Jane was that she didn't feel rejection. In fact she welcomed it. Sif was gorgeous. She was beautiful and strong and after spending time with Jane had found her to be a genuinely a great person.

Jane was aware that she was drunk, and she was aware that it was a terrible idea. But Sif’s kiss had sparked something. Jane was seeing Sif through new eyes. She felt desire. She felt want. She felt need.

“Kiss me again.” Jane said.

Sif looked at her and cocked her head to the side. She looked confused. “What did you say?”

“Kiss me,” Jane closed the gap between them again.

The second kiss was better.

A lot better.

They kept kissing and kissing and kissing, holding each other close.


***<\/div>

Jane gripped the rail that ran around the edge of the balcony so tight her knuckles went white. She felt guilt at the betrayal. That she was cheating on Thor hadn’t really occurred to her last night. All she had been focused on was the lust she'd had for Sif.

The shame of it was unbearable. How could she face him knowing the wrong she had inflicted on him?

Jane had fuzzy memories of what had happened after the kissing started.


***<\/div>

Things escalated quickly.

They groped at each other while they kissed. Clothes were pulled off and tossed aside. Sif abruptly picked Jane up and carried her to her bed. She threw Jane onto it and pounced on top of her. Their naked bodies pressed together they resumed kissing. Jane liked kissing Sif a lot. She was a strange mix of soft and hard and she had fire in her kisses, fire that fuelled the blaze building in Jane.

Before she knew what was happening Sif was down between her legs and her mouth was doing all kinds of wonderful things to her sex.

Jane lost herself in the pleasure. Gone were any doubts. She wanted everything Sif could give her.

***<\/div>

Jane remembered how good that first orgasm had been.

She put the fingers of her right hand to her lips.

After making Jane come Sif had moved up her body and straddled her face. Jane had the image in her mind of looking up at Sif’s pussy, so pink and wet and smelling so good. She remembered grabbing Sif's ass and pulling her down to her eager mouth.

She had tasted divine.

Jane felt guilt and shame, but she couldn't deny that it had been an incredible night.


***<\/div>

They kept going and going. Kissing and touching and licking. The room was thick with the smell of sex. They moaned and whimpered and urged each other to never stop.

In the haze of alcohol and pleasure Jane wasn't sure exactly when Sif had grabbed the strap-on. It must have been under her bed somewhere. Jane first noticed it when she felt the hardness on the inside of her thigh.

She looked down and momentarily was confused that Sif suddenly had a cock. Except her cock was made of a black material that had a purple shimmer to it. It was long and thick, bigger than even Thor.

“You have a huge penis,” Jane gasped.

“You like it?” Sif asked, laughing and the exaggerated expression of shock on Jane's face. Sif was on top of Jane, using one hand to pin her wrists over her head. The cock was attached to a harness Sif was wearing, the black leather straps were tight on her pale skin.

“Yes,” Jane nodded.

Sif pushed harder on Jane’s wrists. “Should I fuck you with my cock Lady Jane?”

“Yes.”

“Will you cry my name loud enough that people on Midgard will hear?”

“Yes,” it was all Jane could say. She needed Sif. She needed Sif to really fuck her.

Sif let go of Jane’s wrists and took hold of her strapped-on cock instead. She aligned the head of it with Jane’s cunt. Jane was pink and wet, like a juicy fruit that had been freshly split open.

Jane’s mouth and eyes went wide in a soundless cry when Sif thrust forward. In one smooth motion Sif pushed her cock all the way inside.

Jane felt a flutter of something close to panic. It was too much. It was too big. Too deep. Too wide.

Sif eased the toy back and the feeling went away. Jane looked Sif in the eyes. There was intensity in Sif’s gaze. It was dominant and powerful and it made Jane want to take anything Sif wanted to give, surrender to her completely.

Sif drove her cock back in, this time Jane cried out loud. With long steady strokes Sif worked the toy.

Jane’s discomfort vanished altogether. The stretch and the fill of it felt so damn good.

Sif got a little faster and harder and It didn’t take long for Jane to reach another shuddering peak.

Sif stopped and Jane was panting for breath. Their eyes met again. Sif’s eyes still had that dark smouldering desire in them.

Without warning Sif grabbed Jane and roughly flipped her over on to her front. She gave Jane’s ass a firm slap then grabbed her hips. She pulled Jane up do she was on her knees, head down, ass in the air. Sif smacked her butt again.

Jane opened her mouth to beg Sif to fuck her but the words turned into moaning when Sif pre-empted her. The new angle of penetration was mind-blowing. Holding on to Jane’s hips like her life depended on it Sif relentlessly pounded Jane’s cunt.

Jane lost count of her orgasms. She panted and moaned. Their skin slapped together. Sif sometimes slowed but she didn't stop. She always built back up to a thumping rhythm like she was trying to hammer Jane through the mattress.

When finally she could continue no longer Sif flopped beside Jane. In a boneless tangle they were both sweaty and spent.

***<\/div>

Jane didn't know how long she had been standing on the balcony for when Sif came to join her. She was wearing a robe identical to the one Jane had found.

They stood in awkward silence.

“We shouldn't have,” Jane said quietly.

“No. We shouldn't.”

They stood looking out of Asgard, neither of them having any idea what to say or where to go from here.


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Fandom:<\/b> Once Upon A Time
Pairings:<\/b> Belle\/Ruby, Regina\/Ruby, Belle\/Emma, Regina\/others
Rating:<\/b> 18\/NC-17
Disclaimer:<\/b> I don't own Once Upon A Time or any of the non-original characters featured in this not-for-profit fic.
Summary:<\/b> Belle and Ruby are a couple, Ruby and Regina are having an affair. Lots of angst and sexiness ensues.

Link to Series on AO3: Troubled Hearts<\/a>"},{"id":"urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:swan_secrets:19614","link":[{"@attributes":{"rel":"alternate","type":"text\/html","href":"https:\/\/swan-secrets.livejournal.com\/19614.html"}},{"@attributes":{"rel":"self","type":"text\/xml","href":"https:\/\/swan-secrets.livejournal.com\/data\/atom\/?itemid=19614"}}],"title":"\"Stories\", Doctor Who, 11\/Clara","published":"2014-05-11T12:55:31Z","updated":"2014-05-11T12:55:31Z","category":[{"@attributes":{"term":"eleven\/clara"}},{"@attributes":{"term":"eleventh doctor"}},{"@attributes":{"term":"doctor who"}},{"@attributes":{"term":"11\/clara"}},{"@attributes":{"term":"clara oswin oswald"}},{"@attributes":{"term":"eleventy_kink"}},{"@attributes":{"term":"porn"}}],"content":"Title:<\/b> \"Stories\"
Fandom:<\/b> Doctor Who
Pairing:<\/b> 11\/Clara
Rating:<\/b> 18\/NC-17
Disclaimer:<\/b> I don't own Doctor Who or any characters featured in this not-for-profit fic.
Summary:<\/b> Written as a fill for the Eleventy_kink<\/a> prompt: Eleven\/Clara sex in the TARDIS library \"I would just really like for Eleven and Clara to have sex in the TARDIS library. Just regular ol' sex, no domination, everyone has a good time, no kinks, unless sex in a library is a kink. (UNF!)
Content Notes:<\/b> explicit m\/f sex.
AO3:<\/b> Here<\/a>





\"Find something you like?\" the Doctor asked.

Clara looked up from the book she was reading. She was sitting at a small table with a small pile of books on it. \"I think it would be impossible for anyone to not find something to read in here,\" she gestured around the vast library.

The Doctor picked up the top book from the pile and raised his eyebrows. \"Twenty-third century erotica, interesting.\"

\"It's good. I mean really good, if sometimes slightly confusing.\"

\"Confusing how?\" the Doctor adjusted his bow-tie, wondering if this would be a question he would regret asking.

\"What's this word mean?\" she lifted the book she had open and pointed.

\"Oh, that's a sex toy.\"

\"What kind of sex toy?\"

\"Neural interface allows for direct mental, ah, stimulation.\"

\"Sounds fun,\" Clara grinned. \"Ever use one?\" Her grin broadened at the look on the Doctor's face.

\"As a matter of fact, yes.\"

\"Really? Do tell.\"

The Doctor smirked and sat down on the other side of the table, taking off his jacket and hanging it on the back of the chair. \"Try the eleventh story.\"

Clara looked at him, not understanding for a moment, the it dawned. \"No way.\" The Doctor just looked at her. Clara picked up the book again, checked the chapter index and turned to the eleventh story in the book.

Clara cleared her throat and started reading aloud.

When she finished the story the Doctor took the book from her, his hand brushing over hers. He didn't seem to notice but Clara felt a little jolt like she'd touched a live wire. She squirmed a little in her seat but settled down when he started reading the next story.

She listened. She watched him. He never took his eyes from the page. The story was a take on an old classic; the naughty librarian. Given their surroundings she thought it was more than a coincidence, but then again how could he have known she'd pick this book, and ask about that particular sex toy? The tale was dirty and explicit and there was something about the way that he was reading it that seemed to imbue the story with an extra sensual edge.

Here amongst the books it was easy to picture the couple in the story, their touches, their touches, their fucking.

When he finished the Doctor looked up and met her eyes. He smiled. \"Here, read another.\"

Clara just looked back at him and without taking her eyes off of his took the book. \"Next one, or have you any others you contributed?\"

\"That's the only one of mine in that book, I don't normally kiss, or anything else, and tell.\"

Clara started reading the next story.

The Doctor recognised the dress as one he had seen her wearing before. It was one he liked. The hem went to mid-thigh, it was a lovely orangey-red with a pattern of white spots sprinkled over it. At the neck the collar was black and the sleeves stopped halfway between her shoulders and elbows. She had her hair in a neat bun and her make was sparse. Clare kept reading, the Doctor was only partly listening. Instead he was looking at her and thinking about her in a way he wasn't sure what to do with.

He noticed she was licking her lips a lot and there was more colour in her cheeks than normal. He watched her lips as she read an incredibly detailed description of a sex act between two women.

\"Doctor?\"

\"Yes?\" he looked into her eyes again. He realised he had been caught staring at her lips.

\"Are you okay?\"

\"Yes, absolutely, very okay. The okayest.\"

Clara stood. She moved towards him. He opened and closed his hands but kept them resting on the table. He wasn't sure he trusted what would happen if he let his hands leave the wood. He opened his mouth to ask her what she was doing when she held out the book to him.

\"Read the next one,\" she said in a quiet voice, as if she had just asked him to do something...naughty. Which he supposed she had, the stories were very naughty indeed.

He took the book. Their hands touched for a moment. Spark. He coughed and started reading \"Thirteen. The Nurse and the Handcuffs,\" he began. He hesitated when instead of returning to her seat Clara sat in his lap. She looked at him as if waiting for him to say something about it. Instead he continued reading.

Clara wasn't exactly sure how one went about trying to make an opening for a slightly bonkers spaceman in his library inside his epically huge space ship. Unless she was reading the signals wrong (which given his alien nature was very much possible) he was as aroused as she was.

The Doctor struggled to keep reading as Clara shifted around very pleasantly in his lap. Try as he might there was no fighting basic biology, even for a Timelord.

Clara shifted her thigh, quite deliberately and felt a hardness pressed against it . Either that was his Sonic Screwdriver or he was as horny as she was. Her gazed drifted as she listened to his voice describing a nurse being most satisfied with what the security officer was doing to her after he handcuffed her. Her eyes fell upon his jacket pocket where the green tip of his screwdriver was sticking out.

She covered her gasp with a quite cough. The Doctor paused and then carried on reading.

Clara moved again, a little shimmy of her bum that caused her thigh to rub against his hardness. To his credit there was only a slight change in tone.

She'd thought about having sex with the Doctor. It was natural she would, he was smart and funny and attractive in a slightly odd way. She wanted him, she could admit that to herself. Now it was just a matter of figuring out how to get from fully clothed on his lap to naked and fucking.

After the story came to a climax, in more ways than one, Clara took the book, touching his hand for much longer than necessary. She took her time. She turned the page. She licked her lips. She looked him in the eyes and for a moment she thought he was going to kiss her. But he didn't. So she started to read again.

Clara spoke in a quiet, and what she hoped was sexy, tone. \"She unbutton two more of the white buttons of her blouse and lowered herself to her knees. He looked down, getting a fantastic look at her breasts displayed in a tasteful white bra. She took hold of his cock again, fingers wrapping around it as she stroked it up and down. I can feel you you know. I can feel you.\"

It took a moment for the Doctor to realise that she was looking right at him and not the book. She moved her thigh, rubbing back and forth against his crotch.

\"Must be the sonic,\" he said.

\"Sonic's in your jacket.\"

\"Must be the spare.\"

\"You don't carry a spare.\"

\"Must be...\"

\"It's your cock,\" Clara interrupted. \"Is it just the stories that have made you hard?\"

He didn't answer. She thought that maybe he was afraid of the answer. He just looked at her. His eye were like looking into an endless, bottomless pool. He had seen so much. He had seen the best and worst of the universe. He had seen beauty and horror beyond description.

\"Doctor?\" Clara said without breaking eye contact.

\"Clara?\"

\"Where's your hand going?\"

The Doctor looked down. His right hand was on her thigh, the first few fingers had gone under the hem of her dress. He looked as his hand as if it had acted of its own accord. He hurriedly withdrew it and waved it around as if he was trying to figure out what to do with it.

\"Maybe we should...\" the Doctor began. There were so many ways he wanted to finish that sentence, and there were some ways that he actually should finish it.

\"We should what?\"

\"Keep reading.\"

Clara smiled. \"Okay.\" She turned her attention to the book again. After a couple of paragraphs she felt his hand return to her thigh. She made no comment about it and continued to read out the story to him. Slowly but surely his hand moved up her leg, stopping with his hand up her dress, only a few millimeters from her underwear.

She stopped reading. \"Doctor?\"

\"Don't...don't say anything,\" he said. The tips of his fingers touched the edge of her knickers. For a few heartbeats Clara thought that he was going to take his hand away and put an end to this. She wanted to say something about wanting him, about feeling so completely needy to be with him.

Instead she kissed him. He opened his mouth to her, his tongue sliding over hers and his fingers made further advances on her intimacy. Under the fabric his fingers lightly stroked her patch of pubic hair. She wanted to urge him to be quicker, to touch her sex, but she didn't want to scare him off by seeming too desperate or something. This was moving in the direction she wanted it to, it was probably best not to risk scaring him off.

When finally a finger brushed over her pussy Clara broke the kissing with a moan. He gently caressed her slit, finger teasing up and down the length of it. Just when she could take the teasing anymore he took things up another notch, probing between her pussy lips. A brush over her clit elicited another gasp and she kissed him again.

\"You're wet,\" he said simply.

\"You're hard,\" she replied and pressed her palm to the front of her trousers then moaned when he gave her clit another little titillating touch. He spent about two minutes teasing her until she couldn't take it anymore and had to say something. \"We need to get out of these clothes.\"

\"I don't know,\" the Doctor said, \"that dress does look very good on you.\" Clara started unbuttoning his dark grey vest.

\"And you really do somehow pull off that bow-tie.\" She finished unbuttoning and he removed his hand from her underwear as together they took the vest off. She looked in his eyes. They were just amazing eyes. The way he was looking at her. The things he had seen and yet it was her he was looking at in that way.

Clara got off his lap. She didn't want to lose momentum. She didn't want anything to stop this happening. She didn't want to risk that he would have doubts or stop himself out of some misplaced worry for her feelings or something like that. She sat on the edge of the table and slipped off her shoes. Her bare left foot moved up along the inside of his leg and stopped on the bulge at his crotch. \"Have you ever had sex in here before?\"

\"There's only one sex I'm interested in right now Clara,\" he evaded, but still managed to make the evasion charming. \"You never stop being impossible. This is impossible, but here we are.\" He stood. He closed in, lips not quite touching hers and god those eyes looking right into hers. \"My impossible girl.\" As he kissed her he pushed her dress up with both hands, bunching the material at her waist. Her knickers were red.

Clara wondered if one day there would be a book on one of these shelves that would tell the story of the time he had sex with her in the library. Another dirty story to be read. She rather liked the idea of being the subject of a tale like the one they had been reading. Maybe she and the Doctor could write it together.

The Doctor sucked and nibbled on her bottom lips, his big hands rubbing up and down the front of her bare thighs. The explorer in him wanted to spend hours just touching her like that, mapping every inch of her skin, finding every place that made her feel good. The rampant horny man in him wanted to take her immediately, plunge himself into her and lose himself in her feminine pleasures.

In the end it was Clara that decided which she wanted. She leaned forward enough to unzip him and she worked her hand inside his trousers. She pulled his hard cock out. Clara paused for a moment. He wasn't quite like human men. He was a good size but not scary-huge. She ducked her head for a closer look and yes, there was a ridge, extra hard, that ran the full length along the top of his penis. She ran her finger along the ridge, the Doctor made a little groan.

\"Do all Timelords...\"

\"Yes.\"

\"Does that feel...?\"

\"Very,\" he nodded.

Clara bit her bottom lip and stroked her finger back and forth along the ridge while he hooked his fingers under the waistband of her knickers. She shifted her hips, bracing with her free hand while he tugged down her underwear. She took her hand off his cock only when he bend to take her knickers all the way off. He set them on the table, on top of the book they had been reading from.

\"I want you in me,\" Clara said.

The Doctor said nothing. He kissed her, she put her arms around him, her bum on the edge of the table, urging him to take her. He didn't need any persuading. He rubbed the head of his cock up and down her arousal slickened slit.

Clara moaned, the long drawn out cry of a deep need being fulfilled. He was slow with the first couple of inches then, as if the little taste of what it was like to be in her was too much, he quickly slid all the way inside.

They held each other's gaze. Clara's lips were parted. They were still and the only sound was their breathing. The line had been crossed. The point of no return. He was inside her. They were having sex. Their friendship had changed and the weird thing was it wasn't weird. It had unfolded so naturally, this felt like just the next step in their relationship.

\"You feel good,\" Clara said.

The Doctor didn't reply. Instead he kissed her. She wrapped her legs around his waist. They started thrusting together, slow and firm. The Doctor was quiet, almost silent, Clara moaned softly. It was different than any man she had ever been with. The ridge along his length added a new dimension. She kept kissing him.

\"Too many clothes,\" The Doctor said. \"I want to see what's under that dress,\" he stepped back, slipping out of her.

Clara wanted him back inside as quick as possible. She pulled off the dress hurriedly. It ended up on the floor. He watched her as he stripped too, fingers undoing buttons with the kind of speed normally reserved for fiddling with TARDIS controls. She took off her bra and waited while he finished getting naked.

\"Better?\" Clara said.

\"Better,\" the Doctor confirmed. He returned to her, she opened her arms and her legs to welcome him. Without clothes they relished the skin to skin contact. His hands went to her breasts, caressing and exploring them. He pushed her back, urging her further onto the table. Clara shuffled away from the edge, pushing the books out of her way, one of them fell with a thud. She let him direct her onto her back. He pinched her nipples then both hands travelled down her body, over her abdomen and thighs.

Clara wondered how many woman he had been with over the centuries. She wondered where she would fit into the those ranks. She was determined that she would be memorable.

The Doctor kissed the inside of her knee, the tips of the fingers of his right hand touched her pussy. After a momentary tease of her clit he got on the table, getting up between her legs.

\"Fuck me Doctor,\" she said, reaching down to his cock. She gave it a squeeze and pulled him towards her.

He entered her again. He braced himself with his left hand on the table and he pinched her nipple with the other hand. They quickly found a hard, deep thrusting rhythm, Clara rolling her hips to meet him. He pinched her nipple a little harder and lightly pulled on it. The table creaked with their constant motion. Her hand buried in his hair, over his shoulder she could see the levels of the library stretching out above her. There hand to be millions of books, she could spend forever in here and never be bored. Especially if this was going to become a regular thing.

\"Harder,\" Clara whimpered and the Doctor did as asked. He hooked his arm under her right leg, resting it against his shoulder. The new angle caused her to cry out loudly for the first few thrusts, the ridge along his cock rubbing right on her clit, causing pleasure that took things to a whole new level. \"Doctor! Doctor! Doctor!\" she went quite for a few seconds as she peaked, he felt her clenching around his cock. He slowed down but didn't stop, watching her face as orgasm took her.

He halted, all the way inside her, she looked up at him, smiling and catching her breath.

\"Don't stop now,\" Clara said, giving his bum a squeeze. \"We're just getting started.\"

The Doctor laughed and kissed her again.

Soon came the panting and slapping sounds of fucking.

Clara and the Doctor didn't leave the library for hours.

It wasn't long before the story was gracing a shelf in the library in the erotic section.


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Fandom:<\/b> Arrow
Pairing:<\/b> Oliver\/Felicity
Rating:<\/b> 18\/NC-17
Disclaimer:<\/b> I don't own Arrow or any characters featured in this not-for-profit fic.
Summary:<\/b> Was written for for Day 7 \"Not So Silent Night\" of the 12 days of Christmas Challenge @ Spanking_World<\/a>. Alone in the mansion on Christmas Eve Felicity and Oliver play hide and seek. Oliver has made three promises as to what he is going to do to Felicity when he catches her.
Content Notes:<\/b> explicit m\/f sex.
AO3:<\/b> Here<\/a>






It was the night before Christmas. All through the Queen family mansion nothing was stirring. Not even a mouse.

Not that Felicity Smoak could hear anyway. There could be silent mice partying it up in the kitchen that she had no idea about.

She knew it didn't mean much that she couldn't hear any sound of movement. When you were playing hide and seek at midnight who was practically a professional at both hiding and seeking the odds were not in her favor.

But that didn't matter. The game was about the thrill of the hunt, and what came after. She was always going to be caught. It was just a matter of when.

She checked her watch, pressing the light on it with her hand covered around it to minimize the glow. The rule was she had to change hiding place every ten minutes.

Thea was going to be at the club for the big Christmas eve bash for another few hours, and Moira Queen was currently on a flight back from Coast City. She wasn't due to land for another four hours.

So they were alone in the mansion.

Felicity's feet were bare for, she hoped, maximum stealth. She stepped out into the hallway and looked left and right and listened for him. She hadn't heard any sign of him since the start of the game while he was loudly counting. She pushed her glasses up the bridge of her nose and as quietly as she could started down the hall.

Felicity had a few tricks of her own in play. She had brought a couple of little devices and had hidden them around the mansion. They were designed to make breathing noises and creaking noises at random intervals, an attempt to simulate her moving around in various places she knew to avoid.

She had also left her top handing from one of the kitchen cupboards and her skirt draped over the back of a couch. She hoped that the image of her wandering around in the dark in just her bra and panties would distract, and entice, him.

Felicity ducked into one of the house's many guest bedrooms. She got on the floor and carefully got on the bed, taking great care not to make a sound.

She had chosen the underwear carefully. It was forest green. The bra had a little red bow just below her cleavage and the panties had a matching bow at the small of her back. She checked her watch again. She bit her bottom lip and thought about what was going to happen when he found her.

\"When I find you I'm going to spank you and I'm going to fuck you and I'm going to make you come so hard you'll scream,\" Oliver had promised in a matter of fact way.

Three promises. Three wonderful things to look forward to.

There was no doubt he would get her. He had caught far more sneaky prey. But the longer she eluded him the more the anticipation grew for both of them.

To Felicity it sounded like her breathing and heartbeat were so loud they had to be giving her away. Lying on her front under the bed was not the most comfortable place to be, but it was far from the most uncomfortable position she'd been in for Oliver Queen.

She heard the door to the room she was in creak slowly open. She tensed. Oliver was right there. He was right outside and he was coming in. This was it. He was about to find her.

She heard no footsteps. She didn't hear any breathing other than her own.

Silence.

Stillness.

She froze. She waited. Nothing. And more nothing. Maybe she'd been wrong about the door. No. She was sure she had heard it.

Waiting.

Waiting.

Waiting.

No Oliver.

She kept waiting.

She checked her watch.

The time came to move. She nervously slipped out from underneath the bed. She cautiously looked around the darkened room. There was no sign of Oliver except... On the bed there was a shirt. She was sure it hadn't been there before. Felicity picked it up. She sniffed it. It smelled of Oliver's cologne. Wherever Oliver was he wasn't wearing shirt anymore. He had come in and left his shirt without looking under the bed. Maybe had had found her top or skirt and decided to play her at her own game.

She took another long smell of the shirt then put it back where she'd found it.

Again with as much stealth as she could manage she crept out of the room. She made her way along to one of the mansion's larger bathrooms. There was a large bathtub. She looked around then stepped backwards out of the room. No. No good place to hide here.

There was a sound that startled her. A creaking down the hall. She stepped forward, into the bathroom again. She got in the tub and hunkered down low.

\"Come out, come out, wherever you are!\" Oliver called from the hallway.

Felicity didn't move. It was take more than that to me her let up, she wasn't going to let him win so easily. She head nothing further. She stayed in the tub until the time came to move again. She stepped out of the bathroom and spotted in the middle of the floor a short way down the hall was a bundle. She approached and discovered that the bundle was in fact Oliver's pants. She he was definitely playing games with her. He was toying with her. He knew at the very least she was somewhere along this hallway. And wherever he was he wasn't wearing very much.

She stopped and she listened.

Silence.

Felicity slowly returned to the room she had hidden in before. His shirt was still on the bed. She got under the bed on her front.

She waited in silence.

The silent night was broken by Felicity squealing as a hand grabbed her ankle

\"Gotcha,\" Oliver said. \"Out you come.\" He let go of her ankle and turned on the light.

Felicity got out from under the bed, her heart racing. \"Jesus you scared the crap out of me,\" she said. She looked at him. He was wearing a pair of black boxers and nothing else. \"Though with that body you are so forgiven.\" That and the three promises he had made.

\"Talking of hot bodies,\" Oliver made a show of looking her up and down. \"You make that underwear look good.\"

\"Don't you mean it makes me...\"

Oliver put his finger on her lips. \"I meant exactly what I said.\"

Felicity smiled and blushed.

\"I made you three promises Miss Smoak Do you remember what they were?\"

Felicity licked her lips. \"You promised you'd...spank me.\" Oliver nodded. \"You promised you'd...fuck me,\" she said the word fuck with an unmistakable purr. \"And you promised you'd make me come so hard I'd scream.\"

Oliver leaned in and brushed his lips over Felicity's. \"And you know I'm a man of my word.\" He took off her glasses and set them on the nightstand beside the bed. He returned to Felicity, stepping up close to her. He reached out and took her hand. \"I love you,\" he said.

\"I love you,\" she replied. Their lips came together. Soft, light romantic kisses. he swept his tongue over her bottom lip then into her mouth. She entwined her fingers with his and moved her other hand down his abs, his amazing, firm, oh-my-go god hot abs. Her hand continued down to the front of his shorts. She pressed her palm to his crotch.

They kissed, hot and slow and deep, their tongues sliding over each other. Felicity felt him getting hard against her hand. He cupped her breast through her bra with his free hand.

\"I love how fast you get hard.\"

\"That's what happens when you touch me. I wonder, what happens when I touch you?\"

\"I get wet.\"

\"Is that so?\" He kissed her again.

\"Yes.\"

\"What happens when I spank you Felicity.\"

\"I get very, very wet.\"

Ollie smiled. \"I like the sound of very very wet.\" He kissed her passionately. He kissed her like he was claiming her. Like he wanted her like nothing else In the world. And she kissed him back exactly the same way.

\"Turn around,\" he said. She smiled and turned around, facing the side of the bed. She stepped back, pressing her body against him, rubbing her ass side to side against his manhood. He brushed aside her blonde hair and kissed her neck. He cupped her breast with both hands from behind. \"You've got the best tits in Starling City.\"

\"Knowing you past you've probably seen most of them.\"

\"I've never seen better,\" he whispered and sucked her earlobe into his mouth, giving her boobs a squeeze. She felt his cock hard against her ass through the fabric of their underwear. She thought about how good it would feel inside her. \"Bend over Felicity,\" he said her name like she was some holy goddess. \"Show me that ass I love so much.\"

She bent forward in a way that she hoped was sexy, bending over the bed. She rested her arms on a pillow.

Oliver Queen stepped back. She looked over her shoulder at him. His eyes were on her ass, studying it, looking over it like a fine work of art. He met her gaze for a moment then slide down his boxers, cock springing free. He was a good size and thickness. She thought again about him inside her. There was a warm need between her legs that grew with every passing moment.

\"About these promises...\" she said.

He dragged his eyes away from her bottom and moved in close again. He crouched as he eased down her underwear. When they got down to the floor she raised one foot then the other. He set the panties on the floor then ran both hands up the back of her calves.

Oliver leaned forward and pressed his lips to her left buttock then her right. \"God I could just kiss this ass all night,\" he sighed. \"But...promises to keep.\" He stroked his hands up the back of her legs and her thighs. His right hand kept going up to her butt. His left hand detoured around her thigh.

She stopped breathing for a moment, waiting for the touch.

He gave her pussy the briefest of teasing brushes then brought the hand up to join its partner resting on her ass. He squeezed with both hands. He stood. His cock rubbed up against her thigh. He caressed her rear, then took a half-step back and to the side. Enough to give him room to let his hand have a good swing.

Oliver removed both hands from her, taking hold of his cock with his right. she looked back at him again. He jerked himself a few times. She licked her lips and smiled at him.

\"Oliver,\" she said. Just to say his name. She was breathless at how hot she found him. He perfectly and completely sexy he was looking at her like that while he touched himself.

\"Stop me if it's too hard,\" Oliver said.

\"As always,\" she nodded.

Silence returned.

Felicity waited for it.

Oliver made her wait.





\"Patience,\" Shado said. \"Shooting a bow is about knowing when to fire. Pull back.\" Oliver pulled back the string. \"All the way back.\"

He pulled further, feeling the burn in his arm.

\"Strike when the time is right. You'll develop an instinct.\"

The only instinct Oliver had was that learning archery was about a hundred times harder than he'd ever imagined. Though learning with Shado was certainly not the worst thing in the world. It was a spot of light in an otherwise hellish existence on the island.

He released the string and the arrow flew.





Oliver went with his instincts.

His hand came down on Felicity's right buttock and she cried out.

He spanked her again and again, alternating cheeks.

Felicity grunted and moaned and raised her ass higher in the air. \"Oh fuck,\" she whispered under her breath. \"Yes. Ollie. Yes yes.\"

He stopped. He ran her hands up and down her bottom and thighs and lower back.

\"Spank me Oliver, spank me hard.\"

He touched between her legs again, again it was a brief contact with her heat. \"Patience, you'll get your spanks.\"

He made her wait another minute, enough to build up a nice level of anticipation then spanked her again. The firm smack landed on her right buttock, the moan that escaped her lips was her loudest yet.

Every few seconds he spanked her.

\"You're so beautiful Felicity,\" he said. \"So sexy.\" He whacked her bottom. \"I'm so hard for you right now.\" He spanked her and left his hand pressed to her ass, he squeezed. She rolled her hips against his hand. He gave her another couple of hard spanks, then a couple on the other buttock.

\"Oh yes yes,\" she moaned. \"I love it. I love it when you spank me Oliver.\"

Oliver spanked her again. He kept spanked her for a minute then stopped.

His hand returned to her pussy. This time his fingers lingered. Felicity was wet. True to her words she was very very wet. He spanked her with his other hand and ran his fingers up and down between her lower lips.

She let out a gasp when his middle finger skimmed momentarily over her clit. He slapped her bottom when he went back to her clit. He flicked it rapidly back and forth.

Oliver gave her three hard smacks then stepped back, taking both hands completely off of her body.

\"Oliver...\" she whimpered.

\"I made you three promises.\" He moved up beside her and ran his fingertips along the straps of her bra. He hooked his fingers under it and pulled, she stood up and he kissed her neck while he undid her bra. He slid the straps from her shoulders and she let him remove the last of her garments. he wrapped his arms around her, continuing to kiss her neck. She wriggled her stinging bottom against him, feeling his warm hardness.

He cupped her bare breasts, his thumbs rubbed over her nipples. They were hard. She turned her head and their lips came together in a fierce, hungry kiss. He squeezed her tits, feeling his cock sliding between her buttocks. Oliver pinched her nipples, rolling them between thumbs and index fingers. He teased and lightly pulled on them.

\"Oliver...\" his name was heavenly from her lips.

He kissed her again. He pinched her nipples harder, tugging on them roughly. \"Oh Oliver, Oliver, fuck me Oliver.\"

Oliver stepped forward, urging her to the bed. She got on the mattress, on her hands and knees. Oliver immediately got n the bed behind her. His hands roamed her body, constantly moving over her. He kissed her buttocks and up her spine. He toyed with her nipples again, his cock brushing the inside of her thighs.

He straightened up behind her, he held onto her hip with his right hand, his left took hold of his cock. He edged forward, rubbing the head of his penis up and down her slick slit. He bumped it against her clitoris.

\"You promised,\" Felicity said.
He lined himself up, teasing her entrance. Just. Not. Quite. There.

\"Oliver...\"

At last he started easing into her. She moaned at the penetration. Oliver inched forward. Once he was all the way inside he stopped moving. She was hot and welcoming around his cock. He slid back then entered her again.

\"Promise two,\" he said.

\"Two out of three.\"

\"Ain't bad,\" Oliver said. \"But you know I like to have a perfect score.\" He slid back and thrust again.

\"Perfection is always worth trying for.\"

\"I'll do more than try\"

\"Promises promises,\" she said.

Oliver pulled back again and thrust again. Felicity moaned. He did it again. Again. Again, thrusting harder this time. She rolled her hips, thrusting back against him.

They worked up to a steady rhythm, Oliver's cock pumping deep. Oliver and felicity fucked hard. Panting and moaning, their bodies slapping together. The night's silence was long gone.

There was a loud slap when he brought his hand down on her ass again. He spanked her for a final time then pulled out of her.

\"Oh my fucking god Oliver don't stop now.\"

He grabbed her flipping her round onto her back. She looked at him, hunger and lust in her eyes. He crawled on top of her, stopping only for a moment to suck one of her nipples into his mouth. he swirled his tongue around it, gave it a gentle bite then kissed up her chest and neck to her lips. She reached down to his cock. It was wet with her juices.

\"Back inside,\" she murmured, pulling his dick to her pussy.

\"My favorite place to be,\" he said and plunged into her. Felicity wrapped her arms and legs around him, pulling them together. He thrust, hard and fast, bracing himself with his hands on the mattress. her fingernails dug into his back. She cried out between kisses and panted breaths. Together they just fucked. The lost any sense of control. He pounded her. She writhed and thrust and ground against his pummelling cock.

When she came she screamed his name. Pure pleasure surging through her, cunt clenching his hardness.

The third promise was fulfilled.

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Fandom:<\/b> The Avengers\/Iron Man
Pairing:<\/b> Natasha\/Tony
Rating:<\/b> 18\/NC-17
Disclaimer:<\/b> I don't own The Avengers or any characters featured in this not-for-profit fic.
Summary:<\/b> Written for the naughty bingo at Spanking_World<\/a>. Prompt Square Roleplay. Tony and Natasha have a professor\/student roleplay. Sequel to \"Correction\"<\/a> but there isn't much\/any plot continuation so can be read stand alone.
Warnings:<\/b> explicit m\/f sex, anal





She walked like sin itself was flowing through her veins.

Her outfit similarly spoke of carnal intentions. There was nothing subtle about it. The skirt was ultra short and barely covered Natasha's ass. It was tartan pattered; white and various shades of blue. Her white shirt was practically see-through and a size or two too small, leaving a thin section of her midriff exposed. her bra underneath it was black. With the top two buttons left undone the garment was straining to contain her voluptuous chest. She wore knee-high white socks and sensible black shoes. Her fiery red hair was in pigtails tied with green ribbons.

She stopped in front of the door. in reality it was the door to a study within Stark Tower. This floor and those above it all the way to the penthouse were for Tony Stark and authorized guests only. Natasha was definitely an authorized guest.

Today the room was playing the part of Professor Stark's office.

She pushed up her boobs, flattened the skirt and checked her socks were still up at her knees, then she knocked on the door.

\"Come in,\" Tony said. She could hear the eagerness in his voice. She knew this was something he was looking forward to. She was too. She got herself into character and opened the door.

The study was spacious. the walls were covered in bookshelves and in the spaces between were paintings, some old, some modern. One of them was a portrait of Tony Stark himself. Natasha was not surprised in the slightest to see it. To the left was an area where there were two couches that faced each other with a coffee table between them. To the right was a large desk with a couple of chairs in front of it. Behind it was a big comfy leather office chair. Sitting on it was Tony Stark, or Professor Stark as he was playing today.

He had dressed for the occasion too. He was wearing a tailored tweed jacket. His shirt was white and crisp. He wore a bow tie of all things that matched his jacket. He was wearing reading glasses. He was sitting behind his desl so she couldn't see the lower half. He was reading a book, it looked old judging by the cover, she couldn't see the title.

\"Take a seat. I'll be with you in a moment,\" he waved his hand dismissively and didn't even look at her.

Natasha sauntered over to the chairs in front of his desk and sat, crossing her legs and turning to display them to their full advantage. She could see the title of the book now: 'Lolita'.

He continued reading. She waited patiently.

There were various papers on his desk, including what looked like a stack of graded essays. She admired his attention to detail.

After about a minute he set the book down, took off the glasses and set them on the desk then looked at her, showing remarkable restraint by looking her in the eyes. \"So, what can I do for you...what was your name again?\"

\"Nancy. Nancy Roland.\"

\"Nancy, that's right. What can I do for you Nancy?\"

\"You gave me an 'F' on my last paper.\"

\"I did? I'm sure that's the grade your work merited then. I'm very careful to give the right grade.\"

\"It wasn't great, I admit it could have been better, but I'm sure it was worth at least a C\"

Professor Stark was still looking her in the eyes. She shifted, leaning forward a little, her shirt opening further. Professor Stark however somehow resisted and kept his eyes on her face.

\"Did you do the extra credit work?\"

Nancy shook her head.

\"That would have certainly helped you get a better grace Miss Roland.\"

\"I need to pass this class,\" she leaned further forward. \"I'll do anything to pass it.\"

\"Except the work evidently.\" Professor Stark tapped his fingertips on the desk impatiently, as if he had something, anything, better to do.

Nancy held his gaze. \"Well a girl has to have fun at collage doesn't she?\"

\"All play and no work make Nancy a failing student.\" Professor Stark looked off to the left at nothing in particular. He looked at her nad sook his head. \"No the grade stands Nancy. I think you should...\" he stood and as he did he knocked the pile of graded papers onto the floor. \"Oops.\"

Nancy stood. \"Let me,\" she said and bend over, gathering the papers together. The skirt rode up ofer her ass revealing she was wearing plain white cotton panties.

Thwack!

The blow was hard enough that it almost sent Nancy tumbling to the floor. She managed to to put her hands out and stop herself going over. She looked around at him. Professor Stark was holding a 12 inch long wooden ruler and was looking smug at having taken her by surprise.

\"Though since you came to all the trouble of coming here all slutted up maybe we can work something out.\"

She stood up straight and placed the papers on his desk. \"What did you have in mind, professor?\"

\"What did you have in mind I wonder? Did you imagine you'd just waltz in her, flash some T and A? Maybe get on your knees and walk out with an A?\" Professor Stark sat back down. He looked at her expectantly. \"Well? What have you got to say for yourself?\"

Nancy looked down at the floor. \"I just thought maybe I could...\"

\"Maybe nothing. What are you waiting for? Come here, get on your knees and suck my dick.\"

Nancy got down on her hands and knees and crawled around the desk. She put her hands on his knees and then slid them up slowly but steadily over his thighs. Her hands came together on his crotch.

\"I said suck it

She didn't reply. Nancy unzipped him and reached inside his pants. She took a hold of his semi-hard cock and pulled it out into the open.

He opened his legs to accommodate her as she shuffled forward and bowed. She took him in her mouth. It took very little time for her to bring him to full hardness.

Professor Stark gripped the arms of his chair, watching the woman use her exceptional skills on him. She slid her lips up and down the length of his hard cock, swirling her tongue around the head. He sat back and closed his eyes, relishing the pleasure.

Amazing as the blow job was it wasn't what they were here for. He opened his eyes and leaned forward, grabbing her pigtails and jerking her head away from his penis. Her full lips looked very tempting. Lust was in her eyes. He almost made her get back to it.

\"We finally have found something you're good at.\"

\"I've studied hard,\" Nancy nodded.

\"I bet.\" He grabbed the ruler again. She smiled back at him. \"Come up here over my knee. I think it's time you learned that laziness has consequences.\"

\"Yes Professor.\" Nancy stood and in a well practiced motion put herself across his lap.

\"No, no, no that won't do.\"

\"Something wrong Professor?\"

\"Get off.\"

She moved off his lap and stood in front of him again. \"What's wrong?\"

\"Try again. This time lose the panties. They're in the way.\"

\"Of course Professor Stark.\" Nancy didn't hesitate. She pull down her panties and stepped out of them, pulling them over her shoes.

\"Give them to me,\" Stark said, holding out his hand. She gave him her underwear. He lifted the panties to his nose and inhaled deeply. \"There's something unique about the smell of a naughty slut. That's what you are isn't it Nancy? A naughty little slut?\"

\"Yes Professor.\"

Tony tossed the underwear onto the desk and gestured to his lap again. She returned to her position over his knees. She felt his hard cock pressing against her belly. \"Much better,\" he said. \"Much much better.\" He delicately took a hold of the hem of her skirt and then lifted and folded it up to her waist. He admired her bare bottom. Smooth. Round and full. He took a moment to appreciate what a truly spectacular ass it was that was not at his disposal.

Then he hit it with the ruler. Hard.

The redhead yelped.

When he whacked her other buttock she yelped again.

Professor Stark drew circular patterns with his fingertip on the pale skin of her ass.

Nancy waited. She knew that he hadn't even started yet. \"This will get be a good grade. right Professor?\"

\"That depends.\"

\"On what?\"

\"On what you're willing to do for it.\"

\"Anything.\"

\"Anything?\" Stark smacked her hard twice with the ruler again.

\"Yes,\" she hissed.

\"Oh the possibilities.\" He put the ruler against her bottom and held it there. He gently rubbed it up and down. Then he turned it, stroking her bum with the end. \"I want you to think about what I might want to do to you.\" He stuck her with the ruler. \"Think of the depraved acts a man like me might demand of a little whore like you.\" Professor Stark drew his arm back of her shoulder and put all his strength into a vicious smash.

\"Fuck!\" Nancy screamed. The ruler had snapped in half. There was an angry red mark on her but.

\"Give me the other one, top drawer,\" he ordered, seeming not to care in the slightest that the last blow had been so significant.

Nancy had tears in her eyes. Jesus that last one had hurt like a motherfucker. She swallowed and nodded. \"Yes...yes Professor.\" She opened the top desk drawer. On top of the stuff in there was a ruler. The other contents were handcuffs, an assortment of dildos and butt plugs. She took the ruler out and closed the drawer. She passed it to Stark.

\"Thank you Nancy,\" he said then hit her with the new ruler, repeatedly. She cried out and moaned with every impact.

Professor Stark stopped. Her once flawless derri\u00e8re was now covered in red marks. he dropped the ruler on the floor and tenderly caressed his student's ass with both hands. \"Count for me,\" he said and stared spanking her with his hand.

He enjoyed the way she reacted. Her while body shifted to take each spank. She made wonderful noises that were at the same time indicative of pleasure and pain. After the count reached twenty spanks Stark stopped and massaged her rump with both hands.

\"I think you've had enough of that,\" Professor Stark said, he smoothed her skirt back down to cover her bottom. \"For now.\" They stayed like that Tony stroked his fingers through her red hair while she got her breath and composure back. \"Up,\" he said after a few minutes and she obeyed, standing up in front of him. He stood too. Their lips inches apart.

It seemed for a moment he was going to kiss her. But instead he turned and took off his tweed jacket, hanging it on the back of the chair. He walked around to the other side of the desk and started unbuttoning his shirt. \"Show me your tits,\" he gestured to her. \"Take off your shoes. Leave the skirt and socks on.\"

They both undressed, watching each other.

Once Stark was naked, cock standing proudly erect, his chest-piece glowing blue tinged white, he moved back to Nancy. As instructed all she had left on was the short tartan skirt and white knee-high socks.

He placed his hands on her breasts, cupping them. \"You have magnificent tits Nancy. I'm sure they et you a lot of attention.\"

\"Thank you Professor Stark, they do.\"

He ran his thumbs over her hard nipples. \"I think I'd like to fuck you now Nancy.\"

\"Whatever gets me the grade Professor.\"

He smiled and pinched her nipples and then he motioned to the desk. \"Bend over.\"

Nancy bent over the desk, being careful not to knock off the papers again. She put both hands flat on the top of the desk, assuming the classic position.

Taking his time he walked behind her. \"Second drawer.\"

She stood up again and opened the drawer. The drawer was full of condoms and tubes of lubricant. Stark stepped in, pressing against her back, and took a condom and the lube out.

\"Back where you were,\" he said, putting the condom on his desk but keeping a hold of the lube.

Holding the lube in his left hand he put his right hand on her ass as she resumed her position bent over the desk. His hand followed the curve of her bottom down to her thigh, the travelled between her legs. His student's cunt was satisfyingly wet. Using his middle finger he rubbed her clit back and forth a couple of times then slid the finger into her.

Nancy bit her bottom lip and bend forward further.

\"As much as I'm sure your young little pussy would feel incredible it's not what I want.\" He withdrew his finger and brought it up to his lips. He sucked it, tasting her. Then he coated his finger with the lube.

When it came the touch made her gasp even thought she was even though she was expecting it.

\"If you don't want the grade, feel free to tell me to stop,\" Professor Stark said. He ran his finger around the rim of her asshole. Tony smiled. God he loved this game.

Nancy kept still and let him do what he wanted. He took his time. He was careful. He built up to it. Stark topped up the coating of lube regularly. He slowly, gently, fingered her anus. A second finger was added and she moaned.

Stark tore the foil off the condom with his teeth and his other hand. Satisfied that she was good and ready he out the condom on and lubricated well.

He spanked her once on each cheek. Holding his cock in his right hand and spreading her cheek with the other he pressed his hardness against her asshole.

\"Tell me you want this,\" the professor said.

\"Will this get me and A for the class?\"

\"Saying no at this point will get you and absolute fail,\" he replied coolly.

\"I want it.\"

\"What do you want?\"

\"A good grade.\"

Professor Stark laughed. \"Not what I was looking for honey, try again.\"

\"I want you to fuck me. I want you to fuck my ass Professor.\"

\"Right answer.\"

He pushed forward with his hips and held his cock firmly to keep his aim true. She was tight. And god it felt so good. Again he took his time, and she worked with him, relaxing.

Ten minutes later it had all changed.

She was supporting herself with just one hand, her other one was down between her legs, vigorously rubbing her clit. Professor Stark fucked her ass hard and deep, holding on to her hips with both hands. Every now and then he would give her butt a firm spank.







Once they were finished the Professor took of the condom and dumped it in the trash. He started putting his clothes back on.

Nancy did the same. When she reached for her panties Stark told her to leave them. He watched her, almost sadly, as she put her bra on, then her shirt.

\"So, about that A...\" Nancy said once she finished dressing.

\"Ah yes,\" Stark sat back down in his chair and picked up his book. \"You get a passing grade. A barely passing grade.\"

Nancy looked put out.

\"You can go now, and Nancy, you can keep passing, and maybe get better grades if you come back same time next week.\"

\"Yes Professor,\" she said and then she left.









Tony tossed the book on the desk and put his feet up, lacing his hands behind his head. He stood and went for the door. He had a few things on later in the afternoon, it was time to get back to work. Just as he reached the door there was a knock. He opened the door and Natasha was standing there, still in her schoolgirl outfit.

\"That was fun,\" Natasha said.

\"Yes.\"

She stepped in and kissed him on the lips. \"Thank you.\"

\"Believe me it was my pleasure.\"

\"The Director is sending me out of the country, could be a couple of weeks.\"

\"Disappointing.\"

\"So I'm having something I ordered sent to you.\"

\"Oh, what?\"

\"A new outfit for next time. Don't peek.\"

\"I won't, scouts honor,\" he lied. He was so totally going to take a look when it came.

\"If you peek I'll break a limb. I'll know if you're lying when I ask you.\" She looked him right in the eye. Tony gulped.

\"No peeking. Got it.\" He meant it this time.

\"And no peeking using one of your toys.\"

How had she read his mind so easily? \"Fine.\" He said.

Black Widow smiled, satisfied that he would behave. She kissed him again then turned and walked away. He watched her go, admiring the sway of her hips and the way that even her walk seemed to drip with sin.<\/a>


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Fandom:<\/b> Iron Man\/The Avengers
Pairing:<\/b> Natasha\/Tony, Natasha\/Clint
Rating:<\/b> 18\/NC-17
Disclaimer:<\/b> I don't own The Avengers or any characters featured in this not-for-profit fic.
Summary:<\/b> Written for avengerkink<\/a>. Prompt (here<\/a>): Natasha\/Tony, Natasha\/Clint: Natasha is in relationship with Clint but fallen for the irresistible Tony Stark
Content Notes:<\/b> m\/f sexual content.
AO3<\/b> Here<\/a>




Clint's cock eased into Natasha.

Natasha was thinking about someone else.

The hotel room was nice enough: mid-range in a mid-range hotel, the best possible on SHIELD's travel budget. The policy of having agents share rooms when travelling together actually was an advantage on this occasion. They always got a twin room but always only used one of the beds. Usually Clint's.

There was a half-full bottle of champagne in an ice-bucket beside the bed and half a serving of strawberries on the night stand.

They were both naked.

Both were athletic and in peak physical condition. Their sex was utterly fantastic.

Natasha wrapped her legs around her waist, pulling him to her as he thrust inside her. He felt good as always. Better than good. He was of good size and thickness. He knew exactly what to do with it. He was in love with her.

Except she wasn't in love with him. She liked him. She was sexually attracted and very fulfilled by him. But not love. Love wasn't for her. Or so she had believed. That was before...

Natasha moaned. They started thrusting and grinding against each other. He pinched her left nipple, gently at first, then tugged roughly on it.

She was good at faking it (not the sex she never had to fake that). She knew how to smile and flirt and give off all the love-dovey body language. She was a women always complete in control of everything she presented to the world. Clint had no idea that she had no romantic feelings for him.

Logically he was the perfect choice. He was an agent too, he understood the dangers she faced and why she faced them. He understood that it wasn't something she'd give up for her boyfriend. He already knew a lot of her dark secrets and they hadn't scared him off. They trusted each other. They fit together perfectly.

But it turned out love didn't give a fuck about logic or sense.

She scratched her nails down her back. She kissed him like she meant it. He fucked her hard and deep.

Not being in love with Clint hadn't been a problem up until now.

They rolled so she was on top, she straighten up, bracing her hands against the top of the headboard and road him. Clint's went to her hips, he looked up at her meeting her eyes.

It had become a problem when she fell for someone else on an undercover mission. It had been a simple potential asset assessment. the mission had ended up being a success, though with decidedly more combat than she had been expecting.

After a few minutes they rolled again, Clint back on top.

Natasha had fallen in love with Tony Stark. It was crazy. He was an egomaniacal, infuriating child of a man. He was also smart and charming and very easy on the eyes. There was just something<\/i> that drew her to him.

Natasha closed her eyes and automatically she was picturing Tony in her mind. That it was him fucking her not Clint. Clint felt her climax, her cunt quivering around his cock and the pitch of her moans changing.

"You're so beautiful when you come," he said.

"Thanks," Natasha said breathlessly. "Let's see if you can get another one out of me before you finish."





Natasha had kept everything under control.

She'd kept up the pretence with Clint. She kept telling him she loved him. They kept having mind-blowing awesome sex.

Then New York happened.

Then the Avengers happened.

She started seeing Stark a lot more often than before. His consultant role within SHIELD grew and Fury figured that since they already knew each other it was a good idea that she be involved, acting as his handler once Coulson had...gone.

She was struggling to keep her emotions back. She was worried about breaking Clint's heart. Breaking the heart of an elite operative was never a good plan and she didn't want to destroy the trust and friendship they had.

One night, after sex, Clint said, out of the blue, "So. You're in love with Stark."

Natasha was speechless. She had always through she was so careful and cool and in control and that he'd never have any idea. She was about to deny it when he put his finger on her lips. He looked her in the eyes.

"I know." He ran his finger tip softly over her cheek. "And it's okay."

"It's okay?"

"Yes. We're not in love. We both know that. We're good at playing and good at playing...<\/i>" He gave her nipple a gentle pinch. "I think it's about time you followed your heart for once, instead of your head."

"Clint I'm...sorry. I'm so sorry."

He smiled. "Tasha...I'm not in love with you either."

"What?"

He laughed. "Okay you can't be that shocked right? You didn't think you were that good that you could fake an entire relationship with me without me playing along?"

"I guess not." She had thought that Natasha realised now she had been an idiot to think that Clint wouldn't know, and that he was playing the game too, matching her move for move, just like he did in every other situation.

"There's this girl..."

"What girl?"

"Someone from New Mexico. I've been thinking about you and Stark and I think maybe it's time we both started being with people we actually have feelings for."

"Is she pretty?" asked Natasha.

"Are you jealous?"

"No. Just curious."

"She's pretty," he nodded. "She's...different."

"I look forward to meeting her, she must be really something," Natasha said.

"So...Stark?"

"Yeah. Tony Stark. It's just as ridiculous to me too. Believe me."

"We can't choose who we fall for," said Clint. "But we can choose what we do about it. It's about time you did something about it. It's about time I did something about it."

"What if he..."

"You've seen the way he looks at you right?"

"Like he wants to get in my pants."

"Yeah, like that, but I think there's more to it."

"Maybe."

"Only one way to find out."

Natasha hesitated but, the veil was gone. There was nothing to be afraid of. She felt relieved at been able to tell the truth. "I've slept with him already."

"That I didn't know," he raised his eyebrows. "Does he know about..." Clint waggled his finger between the two of them.

She shook her head. "No. I was...this is so stupid."

"Yeah. It is," Clint said. "But it's okay. Tell him how you feel."

"Okay. So I guess this is the last time we do this."

"Yeah. It won't be weird for you right, just being partners again."

She shook her head. "I keep the two things separate."

"Good. Then we can do it one last time." He leaned in and kissed her and she kissed him back. He pinched her nipple again harder and moved down, kissing her neck, then her other breast.

Natasha smiled.





"Agent Romanov, what brings you here. Business? Or...pleasure." Tony stood as she entered his office and he looked her up and down, leering obviously.

She was wearing her SHIELD catsuit. She knew that he found it hot. She closed the door behind her and smiled at him. "Pleasure. And..."

"And?" he looked at her expectantly as he approached her.

The way his eyes kept roaming over her body, the way he was walking towards her with an arrogant certainty and smirk like he had her in the palm of his hand.

It was everything that would normally put her off a guy, but with Stark it seemed cute. Cute. Natasha, the Black Widow, found something cute. What the hell was wrong with her?

She knew the answer already.

"This is...difficult for me."

He put her arms around his waist. "I've got a little bedroom next door, let's see if we can make things easier."

"Tony, will you keep this," she put her hand on his crotch, "in control for a minute. I'm trying to..."

"Trying to what?" It suddenly clicked with him that she was really attempting to tell him something. He had never seen her like this. She was acting like she was vulnerable. Why would she be vulnerable to him? She could kill him in a hundred different ways before he could blink.

Natasha was kicking herself inside. She had planned to be a big girl and just tell him and if he didn’t take it positively walk right out and never look back. Now here she was acting like a teenager with a crush on the quarterback. This was her first time doing this. Maybe by not having all that adolescent experience she had missed out on something.

"Oh my god, you're here to tell me you...like me? Love me?"

Tony Stark: king of being 100% right and 100% going the wrong way about it.

She felt mortified that she hadn't been able to say it the way she wanted. She'd rehearsed and though over exactly what she wanted to say and he'd just gone and blown it.

He could tell by the look on her face he'd hit the mark. He took a couple of steps back and tried to figure out what he was going to say. He'd had no idea that she...that she was even interested in feelings never mind that she might have them for him.

"Forget I said anything." Nastasha took a few backwards steps too. "I'll see you around later." She turned and was a step away from the door when he asked her to stop. She turned back to him. "What?"

"Can you just...hold on a second and let me get my head around this?"

So he wasn't mocking her. He looked genuine, his body language, his face. He was surprised, confused. There was no malice or amusement. That had been her fear. That he would laugh at her like she was one of a hundred dumb bitches who'd declared her feelings for him when he thought nothing more of them than being a convenient lay.

"Say what you came here to say."

Natasha stayed by the door, her escape route. She always had an exit strategy. If he showed the slightest sign of being an asshole about this she was gone.

"I like you Tony. A lot. Being with you has been fun, but it's also a lot more." Natasha. "I am," she took a deep breath, "in love with you Tony."

He didn't say anything.

Natasha was ready to bolt. She had no idea what he was thinking, she couldn't tell if he was happy or angry, or indifferent.

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

"You don't know?"

He shook his head. "I had no idea. I thought you we were just having fun. I never imagined that you might want anything more."

"I'm sorry, this was a bad idea."

"No. It wasn't. It was honest. No matter what don't think you can't be honest."

Stark turned away from her and took a few paces towards his desk. He ran his hand through his hair and turned back to her. "I closed the door to anything else I might think about you the moment I found out you worked for SHIELD. I thought I was pretty fucking lucky when we started fucking." He stepped back in her direction again. "Do you actually mean what you're saying? It's not Fury right? Not another way to get close, make sure I play nice by the SHIELD hymn sheet."

"No. It's not a trick or a lie or anything other than me. SHIELD. Iron Man. All of it. It's nothing to do with this. I'm a woman telling a man she loves him."

Tony frowned. "Isn't that a line from a movie?"

"I have no idea."

Tony broke into a grin. "We can watch it sometime on my big screen, I've got my own popcorn stand and everything."

"Of course you do," Natasha smiled too.

"Okay." Tony said.

"Okay?"

"Okay let's give it a shot. Dinner and dates and romantic walks at sunset, the whole shooting match." He closed the gap between them and put his hands on her shoulders. "I have no idea if I love you Natasha. But I want to find out."

"Are you saying that so I'll keep fucking you?"

"Not even I'm stupid enough to play games with a woman who could kill me and make sure no one ever found my body."

"You better not be. Or I will. It won't be quick either."

"Threats of violence are an interesting way to start a relationship."

"I can think of a better one."

"Such as?"

Natasha didn't have to be an expert in reading people to know exactly what he was thinking. Fortunately for him it was the same thing she was thinking. She pushed him away and undid her equipment belt, letting it fall to the floor.

Tony watched as she unzipped her suit. As the fabric parted it became clear she wasn't wearing a bra underneath. She peeled the top half off her body, the fabric bunching around her waist.

"Did I ever mention how much I love your tits?"

"I think you've mentioned it about a million times," Natasha said, running both hands over her bare breasts then squeezing them. He started towards and she shook her head. "Just wait."

Tony slipped off his suit jacket and nodded. Tits like that were worth waiting for, for a short time at least. "Don't make me wait long. I've had a boner since you came in."

"I noticed," she replied her hands going down to her waist and she continued removing her suit. She wasn't wearing anything underneath on her lower half either. He watched her remove her boots one and a time and then step out of her clothing. "You're drooling." Natasha said.

He wiped his mouth. He had actually really been drooling.

She smiled. She had been naked before him. Vulnerable and afraid. Now she was just nude and confident and in control again. She swaggered up to him and took hold of his tie and led him by it towards the door leading to the little bedroom next to his office.

For the first time Natasha and Tony didn't fuck.

They made love.

<\/a>



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Fandom:<\/b> The Hunger Games
Pairing:<\/b> Katniss Everdeen\/Johanna Mason
Rating:<\/b> PG-13\/very light R
Disclaimer:<\/b> I don't own The Hunger Games or any characters featured in this not-for-profit fic.
Summary:<\/b> Written for the Comment_Fic<\/a> Prompt: The Hunger Games, Katniss\/Johanna, blood is thicker than water.
Content Notes: <\/b>mentions of f\/f sex
AO3:<\/b> Here<\/a>


\"Why do I want you so much?\" Katniss asked.

\"Because we're bound by the most powerful thing in the world,\" Johanna replied.

They were on Johanna's bed, nude and sweating and panting.

\"What?\"

Johanna kissed her neck and brushed her lips over Katniss' ear. \"Blood.\" She gave Katniss' earlobe a gentle suck. \"The blood we gave.\" Johanna's left hand stroked over the curve of her lover's hip. \"The blood we took.\" Katniss let Johanna guide her onto her back. \"It binds us stronger than anything.\"

Katniss closed her eyes. Johanna kissed her lips with hot fire and need.
<\/a>"},{"id":"urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:swan_secrets:18347","link":[{"@attributes":{"rel":"alternate","type":"text\/html","href":"https:\/\/swan-secrets.livejournal.com\/18347.html"}},{"@attributes":{"rel":"self","type":"text\/xml","href":"https:\/\/swan-secrets.livejournal.com\/data\/atom\/?itemid=18347"}}],"title":"\"Gentle\" Arrow, Oliver\/Felicity","published":"2013-11-06T00:09:19Z","updated":"2013-11-06T00:13:06Z","category":[{"@attributes":{"term":"arrow"}},{"@attributes":{"term":"arrowkink"}},{"@attributes":{"term":"nc-17"}},{"@attributes":{"term":"porn"}},{"@attributes":{"term":"18+"}},{"@attributes":{"term":"het"}},{"@attributes":{"term":"oliver\/felicity"}},{"@attributes":{"term":"m\/f"}}],"content":"Title:<\/b> \"Gentle\"
Fandom:<\/b> Arrow
Pairing:<\/b> Oliver\/Felicity
Rating:<\/b> 18\/NC-17
Disclaimer:<\/b> I don't own Arrow or any characters featured in this not-for-profit fic.
Summary:<\/b> Written for the Arrow Kink Meme<\/a> Prompt: Oliver\/Felicity, gentle sex. Slow gentle sex.
Content Notes:<\/b> explicit m\/f sex.
AO3<\/b> Here<\/a>



A soft gasp, a whisper of air signifying her pleasure, escaped the lips of Felicity Smoak.

She was on her back on a delightfully comfortable mattress. The sheets were likely absurdly expensive. The room was large and quietly opulent. It was the bedroom of a wealthy man. A billionaire. A man who was right now had his face between her legs.

Felicity and her lover were naked, their clothes on the floor a trail from the door to the bed. The last article that had been removed had been her panties. They were pale pink. Oliver had said that he liked them. Then he said that he liked them even better once they were on the floor.

Then he had taken her to bed.

She gasped when he licked her. \"Oliver...\" she whimpered when he did it again, his tongue stroking over her wet nether lips. He looked up at her with a cocky smile and licked again, this time flicking over her clit.

He pulled back and kissed along the inside of her thigh, his stubble a little scratch on her smooth skin. \"I have a confession,\" Oliver said and kissed closer and closer to her sex.

\"Oh?\" Felicity did her best to sound interested but her main concern was that his mouth was getting rather near to her pussy again.

He pulled away, much to her disappointment. He started kissing along the inside of her other thigh. \"I think I'm starting to want you for your body as much as your mind.\"

\"My body wants you, probably more than my mind right now,\" she replied. There was a core of wanton need within her. She didn't want to beg but she was getting close to doing just that. She was about to when his tongue made a slow journey up the lips of her pussy then darted between them to nudge her clit.

Felicity spread her legs, moaning as Oliver lavished attention on her cunt. He was good. Very very good. He tongued and sucked on her clit, seeming to know exactly what she wanted. He was utterly focused on her, eating her out like it was the most important thing in the world.

He built up the pleasure and after less than five minutes of heaven she climaxed.

Oliver slowly kissed his way up her body, taking time to explore her, appreciate her.

This was not what Felicity had expected sex with Oliver Queen to be like. She imagined a typical self-centered playboy. She'd figured he be rougher and harder and quick to finish. But he seemed to concentrated on her pleasure, taking the time to make love to her rather than just fuck her.

His mouth reached her breasts, taking a nipple in his mouth and sucking, tongue swirling around the captured peak.

She looked down at him, eyes following along his back. There were so many scars. She couldn't fathom how he had endured such horrors. Somehow he had not only survived but had become a hero. Despite how he had gotten them there was something sexy about the scars. He was in the most incredible shape, it was almost unreal that a man could be so gorgeous.

He kissed up from her breasts to her neck. \"You are so beautiful,\" he whispered near her ear. The way he was practically worshiping her made her feel beautiful. At last he kissed her lips. She tasted her wetness on them. He kissed her with an affection equal to that he'd shown to the rest of her. She felt his hard cock brushing the inside of her thigh. She wanted him inside. She had a need in her that longed to be satisfied.

Oliver kissed Felicity slow and deep, tongue sliding over hers. His right hand was on her breast, pinching and rolling one of her nipples, his other hand stroked through her lovely blonde hair.

She reached down and took his cock in her hand. He was so hard. She was so wet. She squeezed his cock. \"Please,\" she said. She didn't need to add anything else to make her desires clear.

Oliver smiled and reached to the condom he had left on the bed beside them. He shifted off of her. The loss of contact was almost heartbreaking. She watched him open the foil packet and them carefully but quickly rolled the sheath over his impressive manhood.

He returned to position on top of her, kissing her mouth. She put her arms around him, parting her thighs, kissing him back. He took hold of his cock, rubbing it up and down against her pussy. \"Oliver please,\" she was really ready to beg if she had to. She was ready to do just about anything to have him inside her.

\"You're the smartest, sexiest person in the world Felicity. I know I don't tell you enough. Thank you for everything. Without you I wouldn't be anything like the man I am now.\"

She wouldn't have thought it possible but she felt her need become even more insistent. He rubbed the head of his dick against her clitoris.

\"Make love to me, right now.\"

\"Gladly.\"

With a smooth roll of his hips he pushed forward, cock sliding easily into her. She was hot and slick and welcoming. He steadily entered her, looking her in the eyes, watching her expressions. Oliver penetrated right to the hilt then stopped.

\"God that feels good,\" Felicity said. He filled her perfectly. In that moment it felt like he was made for her and her for him. He kissed her, tongue tracing over her bottom lip. Joined together but staying still they kissed.

Then he pulled back, just an inch, then slid forward again. Felicity broke their kissing with a moan. \"Oh do that again.\"

He did. Again. Again. Again. Sliding further back each time. Her hips rose and fell to meet his thrusts. He got faster and found a gentle but oh so good rhythm. He pinched her nipple, pulling on it lightly while he kissed her neck and whispered how beautiful she was and how good it felt being inside her.

Sparks of heat and tingling pleasure danced through her with every stroke. She hooked her right leg over his hip and the new angle sent the flares of passion to new heights. \"Yes yes yes, oh yes,\" Felicity groaned. Oliver was quiet, grunting occasionally. They moved together, their pleasure growing.

He felt a tightening in his loins and slowed down, almost to a stop again. He wasn't ready to be done yet. He kissed her lips and played with her tits until the feeling faded and he started thrusting fully again.

Felicity cried out when he found that perfect rhythm again and hit the right place. She rolled her hips to get as much rubbing contact on that sweet spot as she could. She was close. So close. \"Don't stop. Do not stop for anything.\"

\"I won't,\" Ollie promised. He got faster, a little harder, pulling sharply on her nipple, watching her face. He waited for it. He wanted it. He wanted her to reach her inevitable ending.

\"Oliver! Oliver! Oliver!\" She exclaimed and then yelped out a noise of pure joy. Oliver groaned as her cunt contracted almost violently around his cock. Blazing heat and unimaginably good tightness enveloped him.

His release came too, his cock pumping, pulsing surges that obliterated any coherent thoughts. There was just him and Felicity and it was exactly right.




In the morning Oliver was first to wake.

Felicity was on her back. She was snoring quietly and looked amazing.

After a few minutes she didn't wake so Oliver closed his eyes again.

When he woke for a second time he found her looking at him. They were facing each other.

\"Morning,\" she said.

\"Morning,\" Oliver smiled. He snuggled in close to her, hand on her bare hip.

\"So.\"

Oliver nodded. \"Yeah. That was something.\"

\"If by something you mean pretty much the best sex I've had ever.\"

\"The feeling is mutual,\" Oliver brushed his lips against hers.

\"So what's the plan for today? Running the company or hunting bad guys?\"

\"I have just one name on my list today. But it's a big one. It's going to take all day for sure. I'm going to have to get started right away.\"

Felicity didn't hide her disappointment well. She had hoped they'd at least have time for breakfast together. \"Okay. Well...\" she started to pull away. \"I suppose I...\"

Oliver stopped her using the hand on her hip to pull her back to him. \"The one name is Felicity Smoak.\"

\"Oh.\" She smiled. \"What exactly is going to take you all day.\"

\"It's easier if I just show you,\" his hand slipped round form her hip and went between her legs as he pressed her lips to hers.

It was going to be a good day.
<\/a>

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Fandom:<\/b> Doctor Who
Pairing:<\/b> Amy\/?, Amy\/Rory
Rating:<\/b> 18\/NC-17
Disclaimer:<\/b> I don't own Doctor Who or any of the characters featured in this not-for-profit fic.
Summary:<\/b> This is the forth in what's going to be a series of five fics.
Content Warning:<\/b> Explicit f\/f and m\/f sex
Notes:<\/b> Set between series 6 and 7 of the current run. It's not 100% vital you read the first three parts to appreciate the forth the gist of the the first three parts is mentioned in this one. First part is here<\/a>. The second is here<\/a>. Third is here<\/a>.
Yes it's been a long time between parts, the fifth and final part is well on it's way, and is even longer than this part. There's also going to be a Doctor\/River spin-off fic that accompanies part five.




I want to do something you've never done before.<\/i>

Nine simple words that led to Amy's forth meeting with her Anonymous admirer.



Over the past seven weeks Amy Pond had been having an affair. She'd never imagined that she would be the kind of girl to cheat on her husband, and she'd definitely never imagined cheating on Rory. After all they had been through she would have said it was impossible.

But things had changed.

The good days were quickly becoming fewer and fewer.

The thing, the crazy crazy thing, about Amy's affair was that she had no idea who she was having it with. Her lover sent her anonymous, frequently filthy, texts.

Amy was having a quiet few days. There was no sign from the Doctor, her visits were getting more infrequent. That wasn't necessarily a bad thing in some ways. It meant she and Rory could live normal life, whatever that meant.

But life with Rory wasn't really going so well.

The modeling was working out fine. She was getting steadyish work which was amazing considering her habit of vanishing without warning.

Right now though she didn't have anything lined up. Rory was at work. She was lying on her back on her bed. She decided to text Anon. I'm bored<\/i>.

Check your email<\/i>, came the reply straight away. Amy frowned. She had no idea how Anon had gotten her number in the first place. It seemed that Anon must be someone she knew. Now apparently Anon had her email address too.

Who are you?<\/i> Amy asked as she logged on to her email.

That's a secret<\/i>. Same as always Anon wasn't ready to reveal her identity.

Will you ever tell me?<\/i>

Yes<\/i>.

Amy's heart skipped a beat. Always when she had broached the subject Anon had insisted that if she ever knew who she was that their thing, whatever it was, would be over.

When?<\/i> Amy hurriedly replied.

There was no response for a minute. It seemed like much much longer because Amy was so desperate for an answer. It was a certain, primal, kind of sexy having naughty encounters with someone she'd never seen and knew practically nothing about. But she still wanted very much to see her lover.

When it's time, was the cryptic reply. Well what the fuck did that mean? As Amy was putting that feeling into words she got another text. Have you checked your email yet?<\/i>

Amy put her phone down and went back to her laptop, lying on her front. She had an email with the subject 'Naughty Time'. It was from an email address 'mynaughtyamy' from a free email service.

Her phone buzzed. She checked it. Don't press play until I tell you.<\/i> Amy looked back at her computer and clicked on the email. The message was just a link. She could tell by the name of the site it was a porn site.

She knew now what Anon had in mind and it was a nice thought.

Amy didn't hesitate and clicked on the link. A new window popped up with the video ready to plan. The video was called 'Hot Hardcore MFF Threesome'.

If I could I'd kiss your right now.<\/i>

If I could I'd fuck you right now<\/i>, was Anon's reply.

That too<\/i>, Amy agreed.

Ready to watch sexy bitch?<\/i>

Absofuckinglutely<\/i>, Amy texted. She quickly pulled off her clothes, tossing them on the floor. She got on her bed, on her side.

Press play and watch with me<\/i>, Anon said.




That night Amy and Rory went out. Rory wasn't working the next day. They both had a good time, and with the situation and the alcohol flowing things were like the happy days again.

Amy spent a few minutes crying in the toilets. She felt like an idiot. She thought about the way things were going to Rory and she saw that it wasn't going to get better and it was going to end badly. She had a lot of anger about what was happening to their marriage and she felt helpless to stop it. She felt angry about Demon's Run. She felt hatred towards The Silence who had left her barren. Amy felt broken and impossible to fix. She couldn't explain to Rory that being with her had ruined his life. If she tried she knew it would devastate him.

She pulled herself together, redid her make-up and put on a happy face again and rejoined Rory and their friends. She had another drink and it was all smiles again.

There was laughter and joking and joy.

Amy and Rory shared a cab with a friend. The friend was dropped off, leaving Amy and Rory together. Alone.

Amy was surprised that things weren't awkward between them. Despite their issues they had had fun and neither of them wanted to change that. It probably helped that they were both drunk

Rory paid the taxi driver while Amy stumbled out towards the front door. As she fumbled for the keys Rory admired her from behind. "You know I've always liked that skirt."

"You say that about all my skirts. The short ones anyway," Amy laughed.

"True. Here let me," he reached for the keys but froze when their hands touched. They looked at each other. Amy smiled. Rory took the key and it was his turn to bungle around with them. Eventually he got the door open and the two of them went inside.

Rory closed and locked the door while his wife kicked off her shoes.

Amy took off her top, unceremoniously letting it fall to the hallway floor. Her bra was new, Rory wouldn't have seen it before. It was dark green and lacy and pushed her boobs up for maximum cleavage. She turned and faced him and on his face was exactly the reaction she was hoping for.

Amy Pond was unashamedly horny. She wanted sex. She wanted her husband. She wanted something of the happiness that they had lost. She ran her hands over her breasts. Rory was still just looking at her with a glazed over happy look.

While she had his complete attention she unzipped her skirt and discarded it too. Her thin knickers matched her bra. She let him take a good look then turned around and started up the stairs, adding an extra wiggle to her walk to emphasise her bum.

She stopped halfway up and looked over her shoulder. "Are you going to come up and fuck me or am I going to have to take care of myself?" Amy didn't wait for an answer, she carried on up the stairs.

Rory gulped.

He pulled off his shoes, almost falling over in the process. He pulled off his socks too, remembering even in his intoxicated state that there was no sexy way to take off socks. Then he rushed up the stairs.

Rory found his wife in the bedroom. She was sitting on the end of the bed. Her hand was down the front of her knickers, moving in jerky motions. "Got started without you. You're overdressed husband." Amy said by way of hello.

"I can fix that," he said and started unbuttoning his shirt.

Amy kept touching herself as she watched Rory. They used to have such an amazing sex life. She wanted it back. She wanted her marriage back.

She took her fingers from her underwear and made a show of licking her wetness from them. Then she stood and went over to him, kissing him like she used to. She put her hand to his crotch and was glad to find him hard. She broke the kiss and smiled. "I think you need some help."

"I think I can manage."

"No I really think you need me to help," Amy purred and sank to her knees in front of him.

Rory realised what she meant and nodded enthusiastically. "Yes, you're right, definitely need lots of help. Lots and lots of help."

She unbuckled his belt then unbuttoned his jeans and went for the zipper, pulling it down. She took down his jeans and boxers together, his cock, almost fully erect, sprang free. "Well hello there," Amy said to his cock. She ran her fingers up and down his shaft a few times then took hold of it, squeezing a little. He gave a small groan and she grinned.

Amy ran her tongue along the underside of his manhood from his balls to the swollen head. She did it again, then again, looking up at him, enjoying his responses.

She took him in her mouth, sucking on the head of his dick, tongue sliding back and forth over it. Like most sex acts Amy very much enjoyed giving a blowjob. She held tight around the base of his cock as she sucked, sliding her lips down the shaft to take in the first inch.

Rory looked down at his wife, biting his bottom lip. The warmth of the alcohol was still with him, and Amy's hot mouth added a surge of a more erotic kind of heat through his body.

She tilted her head back and took as much of him in as she could; not quite balls deep but pretty close. Amy bobbed her head, sliding her mouth up and down his hard cock, speeding up then stopping to suck and swirl her tongue around the tip before starting again.

"Fuck..." Rory groaned quietly.

Amy popped him out of her mouth and smiled up at him. She started jerking his saliva coated cock. "That's an excellent suggestion husband. We should fuck." She got up to her feet and kissed him full on the lips. She reached around her back and undid her bra.
Rory recognised the kind of kiss she was giving him. It was demanding, full of lust. It told him that Amy wanted sex on the rougher side. It sounded good to him. He put both hands on her behind, pulling her close to him and kissing her with the same urgency, meeting her tongue with his.

She pulled away, slipping off her bra and letting it fall as she stepped backwards towards the bed. She watched his eyes drop to her tits. She ran her hands over her bare breasts, pinching her nipples.

Rory removed himself from his jeans and boxers. He realised he was staring at Amy's boobs, but he didn’t mind, and he knew Amy wouldn't mind either. He liked her breasts, and she liked that he liked them. They were the perfect size to his mind. Perfect and beautiful.

Amy played with her perky pink nipples for a few more seconds then backed onto the bed, flopping onto it. She scooted up to the top of the bed so her head was on the pillow. "I'm so wet Rory."

Rory joined her on the bed. He hooked his fingers under her knickers and pulled them down. Amy lifted her hips. He tossed her knickers off the bed and he got on top of her, his mouth going to her left nipple. He circled it with his tongue before sucking.

"No. No Rory. No teasing. I need you inside me right now," Amy arched her back, raising her hips demandingly. Rory knew that whenever she said something like that was the best time to tease her. He nibbled at her nipple as he sucked, his right hand sliding down her body, down the outside of her thigh then back up the inside. "Rory..."

He switched to the other nipple, flicking his tongue back and forth over it then sucking it into his mouth at the same time as his fingers reached her pussy. As promised she was very wet. Using his middle finger he rubbed up and down against her clit. She spread her legs wide. They kissed. He rubbed her clit faster.

'Rory," Amy broke off the kissing and grabbed his cock. "This. In me. Fuck me. Now." She said in a tone that made it explicitly clear that teasing time was definitely over. Rory got the message and shifted himself up. Amy let go of his manhood and out her hand on his waist. Rory took hold of himself, rubbing his dick up and down her arousal slickened slit a few times before at last pushing into her tight entrance.

Amy moaned. The moan of sexual anticipation being fulfilled. She pulled him down to her with the hand on his waist, her other hand gripped the bed sheets.

There was little in the way of build up. Rory thrust hard and deep. Their rhythm was fast, pounding. Amy's cunt was hot and wet and felt so good around his cock. He couldn't understand why they didn't do this more often. Being inside her, having sex with her, make all their issues seem so stupid and pointless. He was with his wife. She was beautiful and amazing and made him feel joy in a way that no one else in the world could.

Amy's first orgasm came within a couple of minutes. Rory slowed, he didn't want it to be over fast. He concentrated on minimising his own stimulation. He closed his eyes. He felt her spasm around him and her heat flaring.

Amy had just about come down from her orgasm when she said. "I want to be on top."

He was happy to take his turn on his back. She mounted him, knees on either side of his hips. She impaled herself on his cock. God he felt amazing inside her. She rode him. She bounced up and down on him cowgirl style. He reached up for her breasts, cupping and squeezing them. Rory pinched both of her nipples.

"Harder," she whimpered. He pinched them again, pulling on them and she rode him faster. "Spank me baby."

Rory knew well that Amy liked to be spanked and he was happy to do it. Leaving his left hand to continue playing with her nipple he roughly spanked her with his right. She bent forward a little, letting out a delightful yelp when his palm made contact with her bottom again.

"Fuck fuck fuck yes Rory, yes!" Amy cried out. Rory thrust up to meet her and spanked her again, both of them building to climax.



In the morning, well it turned out to be afternoon actually, Amy felt rough.

She got up. She brushed her teeth. She took a long hot shower and then she got dressed and went downstairs.

Rory wasn't there. He had left a note: 'Gone to hospital. Don't think I'll be home for dinner.'

Amy had coffee. Then water. Lots of water.

She thought about last night. She thought about the sex with Rory. It had been good. Really really good.

In the harsh light of day, and sobriety, though reality returned.

She ate junk food and watched junk TV. She thought about calling the Doctor but he wasn't the kind of friend she could talk to about relationship troubles. Cups of tea and Jammie Dodgers weren't going to cut it.

She felt lonely because there wasn't anyone she could really talk to about it. Amy thought about the things she lost. Her daughter. Her best friend Mels. And now it looked like she was losing Rory too.

Later when Rory got home they argued.

Rory slept on the couch that night.

They didn't say much to each other the next day.

Amy went for a photoshoot the day after. She texted Anon and they sexted and for a while Amy felt better.

Anon truly was an escape.

After a few more days Amy texted Anon saying that she wanted to meet with her again.

Yes<\/i>, Anon replied. Then sent: I want to do something you've never done before.<\/i>

Like what?<\/i>

Something you've always wanted to try but never have.<\/i>

Things were still tense between them and Rory didn't really seem that interested when she told him that she was going to a shoot up north for a few days. He didn't ask her anything about it.

There wasn't really a modelling job. This time the trip was purely for sex with her anonymous lover.

She took a train. She read and exchanged flirtatious messages with Anon.

Amy took a taxi to the hotel Anon had booked for their meeting. Anon had arranged separate rooms for them. Amy went up to her room and unpacked what little she'd brought from the overnight stay away.



They followed their unusual routine. Anon texted her her room number. Amy went to it.

On the bed was the blindfold, as always.

Anon was in the bathroom. Just behind one little door. Amy was tempted to go and open it. But she didn’t want to ruin this thing. Whatever it was.

Ready for a new experience?<\/span><\/i>

Yes<\/i> Amy replied. She was nervous. What did Anon have in mind? Would it really be something new or just something that Anon thought she'd never done before? What if it was something she didn't want to do? What if it was something really out there and crazy?

But she was excited too, for pretty much the exact same reasons.

Look under the bed.<\/i>

Amy did. There was a plastic bad. Amy grabbed it and put it on the bed.

Look inside.<\/i>

Amy did. She tipped the contents out onto the bed. There were just two objects. A strap-on a tube of lubricant. Her phone buzzed again. She looked at it and raised her eyebrows. Anon was right. It was something she had never done before. It was something that she had thought about. It was something she had fantasised about and watched porn about. But she'd never done it.

Tonight Amy you're going to have anal sex.<\/i>

She paused. Amy considered if it was something she really wanted to do. She'd thought that one day she and Rory would try it. Now Anon was offering the chance to take the step with her.

Your choice Amy. No pressure. If you don't want to we can just fuck.<\/i>

Amy looked from the phone to the strap-on to the lube.

Then she made her decision.




Amy was naked. She was face down on the bed, lying on a pile of pillows so her bottom was in the air. She was resting her head on her hands. She was blindfolded and she was thinking about what was about to happen.

Anon was massaging her right foot, rubbing it tenderly. Anon switched to the other foot. It felt nice. Amy smiled. She felt herself relaxing. She made the decision that she wasn't going to worry, not about anything. Anon stayed silent as always. She massaged Amy's feet then up to her calves.

The tensions of her problems with Rory and the nerves about what was going to happen faded away. Anon's hands were soft yet her touch was firm enough to really give her muscles a good massage. She breathed slow and deep and felt that if it hadn't been for the fact that it was Anon doing the massaging she would be able to go to sleep. She felt warm and safe and she felt a deep tingle of excitement. She was on the verge of exploring new sexual territory.

Anon's rubbing moved up Amy's legs, up her thighs and then to her bottom. As the minutes passed Anon made her way up Amy's back, then shoulders. Amy felt Anon's breath and then her lips at the back of her neck. Amy turned her head and moved a little. Her lips found Anon's. They kissed softly. Like the massage the kisses were gentle and relaxed.

Anon kept running her hands lightly up and down Amy's back as they kissed. Anon then licked at Amy's neck and then kissed down her spine. She took her time. Moving slowly.

Amy made a quiet noised of satisfaction. She felt utterly at peace and comfortable in Anon's very capable hands.

With great care and attention Anon massaged Amy's buttocks for a couple of minutes before putting her lips to them, kissing all over Amy's ass and taking long licks over the smooth skin.

Amy was happy to part her legs when Anon's hands on the inside of her thighs urged her to do so. Anon's fingers made their way to Amy's slit, running up and down her wetness. A fingertip reached her clit and rubbed in light up and down movements.

A purring moan escaped Amy's lips. She was tranquil and horny and Anon as always was touching her just right. Anon applied a little more pressure to her clit and switch to rubbing in tight circles.

With her other hand Anon kept massaging Amy's buttocks, spending a few seconds on one before changing to the other, constantly keeping her hand moving on Amy's behind.

She continued to work on Amy's clit. At the same time the thumb of her other hand travelled down between her butt cheeks. The thumb moved up and down the path, grazing over Amy's puckered hole.

Amy bit her bottom lip. This was it. This was it. The pad of Anon's thumb stroked up and down Amy's asshole and then around the rim.

There were more kisses, light and gentle all over her bottom. Then Amy felt Anon swipe her tongue over her anus. "Oh fuck fuck," Amy whimpered. Anon licked Amy's asshole enthusiastically, tongue always moving, sliding over it, swirling around it. Wet and warm and so so good
.
The licking and touching stopped. Amy felt the bed shift and heard the pop of the lube's cap being opened.

Amy wondered why she had been so nervous. This was good. Really good. She knew that bringing the strap-on into it was a whole different prospect but she was looking forward to it now. The blindfold as always enhanced the whole experience. Not being able to see added an extra thrill and made her focus on the sensations and sounds.

There was a squelching that Amy assumed was the lube being squirted out of the tube. Anon placed a few more kisses on Amy's posterior then she felt the cool touch of a lube slicked finger circling her asshole. Anon stopped. More squirting of lube. The finger returned and resumed circling.

Slowly. Very slowly. Anon eased the tip of her finger into Amy's back passage. Amy stayed relaxed. She withdrew. More lube was applied and she started again, finger probing gently. Anon kept kissing all over her bottom and was using the other hand on Amy's left buttock to keep her cheeks spread.

Amy felt sexy. She felt dirty in the best possible way. The whole taboo around anal sex, and her own hesitations, were becoming a feeling of achievement. There was no shame. She had finally taken the step and indulged in anal play. She could feel she was wet. Her whole body tingled with the joy.

More lube. Then a second finger. She groaned, a low sound from her chest. Anon took her time, never pushing in too much, never going too deep to quick. She used gentle touches and presses.

"God that feels amazing," Amy moaned. She couldn't stand it any more. The ache of need in her cunt that cried out to be satisfied. She shifted, her hand going down under her and between her legs. She was thoroughly saturated with arousal.

Slowly but surely Anon built up . As minutes passed she developed from light probing to a more definite fingering. While Amy played with herself Anon fucked her ass with two fingers, making deep, smooth strokes, taking her time with each movement.

When it came to it it was Amy who asked Anon to take the next step.

"I'm ready," she said. "For the strap-on. I want you to fuck my arse. I want you fucking me so bad."

Anon responded by fingering her with quicker thrusts, twisting and rubbing. Using her other hand Anon gave Amy a light spank, then another, then another, all the while maintaining the steady fingering of her back passage.

Amy's own touching focused on her clit as she moaned and rolled her hips to match the movements of Anon's fingers.

Spank. Spank. Spank.

Moaning. Whispered curses. Anon's constant thrusting motions with her hand. Hot. Gasping. Tingling.

Amy came. Her world was torn away by the purest pleasure.

As she relaxed in the afterglow of her climax she heard and felt Anon moving around on the bed. She hear more lubricant being squirted.

"Are you going to fuck me with that cock now? Are you going to fuck me? Are you going to take my anal virginity?" Amy jerked her hips back and forth in what she hoped was an enticing way. She was more than ready to do this. She wanted it. She wanted anal sex. She wanted Anon to take her and fuck her and make her come again.

She heard still more lube being squirted from the bottle then Anon's fingers slid back into her ass. She felt that they were thick with the slimy substance. Anon repeated the process, applying even more lube. Then she did it again.

Amy realised that as much as she wanted to get things going Anon was taking great care to make sure the experience was as smooth and painless as possible. Aside from a couple of sore points Anon had been successful. She felt good and calm and happy with everything so far.

The fingers were withdrawn again. The bed shifted again. A hand moved up the back of her left leg. Amy raised her bum in the air, parting her legs, arching her back. "I'm ready. I'm ready." That hand, caressing, warm, carried on up the inside of her thigh. Then the hand went to her pussy, finger running back and forth over her slick heat, brushing over her clit a couple of times before two fingers slid inside.

Amy moaned. She intentionally gave an exaggerated porno moan to let Anon knew just how welcome the penetration was. Then Anon's fingers slid back out and she felt the hardness of the artificial cock rubbing down and up between her buttocks. Every time it went over her asshole she made a little whimpering sound. Oh boy. Oh oh oh body she was ready for this. The anticipation was a lit fuse and Amy was desperate to explode.

"Please. Inside. Fuck me."

At last the head of the toy stopped at her anus. This was it. It was happening now. Slowly Anon pushed forward. There was a pressure. The toy entered her. A sharp intake of breath. Anon stopped. "Keep going," Amy urged. "Please keep going." After a few seconds the toy resumed moving.

Like everything before it Anon took her time. She advanced then pulled back about half the distance she'd gained. She did the same again. She let Amy get used to the new sensations, letting her muscles stretch and accommodate the invasion.

"I have no idea why I've never done this before," Amy murmured. "This is, oh my god yes, this is perfect." It felt strange. It felt wonderful. Her ass was filled with the toy. Anon stopped when the toy was buried in all the way. Amy felt Anon pressed against her. Her hands lightly scratched up and down Amy's lower back and the top of her buttocks.

Anon pulled back, the toy almost sliding out entirely, then thrust forward again. She did it over and over, starting excruciatingly slow. With every stroke though she got faster. Amy jerked her hips back to meet Anon's thrusts.

Keeping a hold of Amy's left hip with one hand Anon's other hand kept scratching at Amy's lower back, adding extra sensations. Together they fucked. Amy moaned in wanton pleasure.

"Oh fuck fuck fuck! Jesus fuck me, harder!"

Anon responded, increasing the pace. The two of them were breathing hard. The angle changed slightly and suddenly the pleasure leapt up to another level. Amy cried out louder. The feeling was new and intense. Amy Pond was an instant convert to anal sex. She would do this again in future.

She reached down again and her fingers went to her cunt. Her middle finger homed in on her glorious little nub of nerves. She rubbed her clit just a few times. The fire within was growing, she knew that her peak wasn't far away.

The bed bounced, a spring popped and started squeaking in time with their rhythm. There was a new kind of coiled heat in her belly that she'd never felt before, muscles and nerves that had never been stimulated before during sex were lighting up.

Amy ground her ass back, rolled her hips up and down every time Anon slammed home to get the maximum pleasure.

It was coming now. She was on the edge. Each thrust inched her closed, every contact with her clit was magical. A shiver ran up her spine. "Motherfucker yes, don't stop, keep going, fuck me oh oh oh oh!"

Amy's orgasm came. It was much more intense than her previous climax. It was a supernova compared to a nuclear bomb. Heat. Tingling. Sparking. Ultimate joy overwhelmed and surged over her. She felt it in her belly, she felt bliss in her cunt. A long squeal erupted from her throat, a cry to the universe that she was coming apart.

Amy lost herself in perfection.




A short time later Amy had turned over and got on her knees facing Anon. They kissed. Amy groped blindly and undid the straps of the harness. Anon scooted away from her for a moment to discard the toy. When they came together again they resumed kissing and Amy's hands went first to Anon's tits. She pinched and pulled on her nipples then moved her right hand down Anon's body.

Anon was deliciously wet. Amy's fingers started rubbing with jerky up and down motions against Anon's clitoris. She quickly switched, her middle and ring finger sliding easily into Anon's cunt. She ground her palm against Anon's sex, fingers curling and rubbing hard inside her pussy.

The mystery woman responded by buckling and scratching up and down Amy's back. They shared passionate kisses.

"I wish I could see you," Amy said. "I wish I could see your face."

Anon didn't reply as always.




With happy memories of some very satisfying sex and her horizons expanded Amy returned home.

Rory didn't ask any awkward questions.

In the middle of dinner of Chinese food and a movie about pirates there was a familiar noise like someone trying to rev up a battered old motorcycle.

Amy and Rory put down their forks. They went out to the back garden where the TARDIS was sitting. It was a welcome sight. Amy wasn't looking forward to spending any length of time alone in her husband's company. She was afraid of more fighting. She was afraid of what she knew was coming.

"Hello Ponds!" the Doctor bounded out of the magical blue box.

Rory and Amy greeted him happily.

"So," Amy said as they entered the ship, "where are we going?"

The Doctor spun around to face them, grinning from ear to ear. "It's a surprise!" He flipped a couple of switches and the TARDIS departed. "I'll give you a clue," he looked at them knowingly. "Think marmalade."

<\/a>


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Fandom:<\/b> Once Upon A Time
Pairing:<\/b> Emma\/Mary-Margaret
Rating:<\/b> 18\/NC-17
Disclaimer:<\/b> I don't own Once Upon A Time or any characters featured in this not-for-profit fic.
Summary:<\/b> Written for the Femslash Kink Meme 2013 prompt: Emma\/Snow, fucking with strap-on when the curse breaks
Content Notes:<\/b> explicit f\/f sex. Mother\/Daughter Incest
Ao3:<\/b> Here<\/a>




They were gripping each other's hands tight.

The springs of the bed rhythmically squeaked.

It was a beautiful sunny day outside. Blue skies. A little breeze that was
enough to make the temperature bearable. It was a happy, normal, day in Storybrooke.

Mary-Margaret and Emma however were completely missing the pleasant weather. They were too busy enjoying each other to be concerned with anything else.

The floor of the bedroom was littered with clothing that had been hurriedly pulled off and discarded. A blue lacy thong that would have shocked the town's residents to know Mary-Margaret owned was the item closest to the bed.

It would have shocked them even more to see what she was doing behind the drawn curtains of her room.

Emma Swan was on her back. Black straps were tight against the skin at around her waist and the very top of her thighs. The harness was for a rather lovely seven inch dildo. The toy was a dark blue with ridges along the first couple of inches. On the inside of the harness was a nub that pressed against Emma's clitoris.

Mary-Margaret was straddling Emma's hips, her back straight as she bounced on the strap-on dick. Her eyes were closed, her mouth was open and every few strokes she would make a noise of wanton joy.

Emma looked up at her friend, her roommate, her lover. Her tits quivered in a lovely way. Mary-Margaret was beautiful in pleasure. She thrust her hips up to meet her when she slammed down.

Emma let go of one of Mary-Margaret's hands and grabbed her hip then shifted round to squeeze her ass, pulling her down while she jerked up. The dark-haired woman opened her eyes. Mary-Margaret's free hand went to one of Emma's breasts, groping for a few moments before pinching her nipple.

Mary-Margaret was close. She upped the pace.

Outside something was changing. At the edge of town a purple tinted shadow was gathering.

Mary-Margaret pinched Emma's nipple again and tugged on it. The toy felt so good inside her. Fucking Emma felt so good.

The shadow thickened. It started turning to clouds.

Emma growled, tightening her hold on Mary-Margaret's ass. The air smelled of sex. Of wet pussy. Of lust. The bedsprings sounded like a gear in desperate need of oiling on some rapidly running machine.

Thick purple clouds, crackling with dark lightning, started to roll across Storybrooke. They accelerated with every second.

Mary-Margaret's orgasm was so close. So so so fucking close. She eagerly humped and grinded against Emma.

The cloud rolled over the building, unseen behind the curtain, but the magic permeated the structure.

Suddenly Mary-Margaret knew who she was. And suddenly she knew who Emma was to her. For a moment her brain told her she had to stop this, she had to get off of her daughter and get the hell away as fast as possible.

But she didn't.

She couldn\u2019t.

She loved Emma.

She wanted to come. She was right on the edge.

With the truth out this would be her last chance to have sex with Emma.

So she kept going.

\"Emma!\" she cried out as she peaked, tilting her head back to look up at the ceiling.

Emma kept thrusting up, chasing her own climax, the nub on the harness was about to get her there too.

Just as Mary-Margaret was coming down from her orgasm Emma reached hers.

Mary-Margaret watched her daughter come. She felt a confusing surge of love and guilt and lust and panic. At the same time she wanted to flee and fuck.

She dismounted and she flopped over beside her daughter. The fake cock was coated in Mary-Margaret's creamy fluid.

Emma knew something wasn't right. She turned over to face Mary-Margaret. \"What is it? What's wrong,\" she asked in concern.

Snow White didn't know where to begin. How could she possibly tell the woman she'd been having sex with the last few weeks that she was her mother. She was struggling to come to terms with it herself. The knowledge was crazy and confusing and she still through Emma was beautiful. She still thought she was sexy. She still wanted to kiss her and make love with her.

\"Emma,\" Mary-Margaret said, taking hold of her daughter's hand. \"I need to tell you something. Just please remember that I love you. I always will.\"

Then she told her.<\/a>


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Fandom:<\/b> Arrow
Pairing:<\/b> Oliver\/Thea
Rating:<\/b> 18\/NC-17
Disclaimer:<\/b> I don't own Arrow or any characters featured in this not-for-profit fic.
Summary:<\/b> Written for the Drabble\/fic fest 2013 at Spanking_World<\/a>
Content Notes:<\/b> explicit m\/f sex. Sibling Incest
Ao3:<\/b> Here<\/a>




\"Thea Queen, you have failed this city.\"

The voice, harsh and accusing, came out of the dark. Thea bolted upright in her bed, glaring in the blackness, searching for the source of the gravelly, artificially distorted, words.

Silhouetted at the window by the light of the full moon was the vigilante, his hood up, bow grasped in his left hand.

\"What...what are you doing here?\" asked Thea.

\"You have failed the city. I am here to make sure you are punished.\"

Thea scrambled over and clicked on her bedside light. The Hood didn't move. He watched her. \"What are you going to do to me?\"

He responded by whipping an arrow out from the quiver on his back and drawing the bow. \"Turn around. Face the wall.\" When Thea hesitated he drew the bow back further.

\"Now.\"

She got out from under the covers and turned away from the Hood, kneeling, facing the wall. She heard him quickly close in on her.

\"Don't turn around. It will be much worse if you don't do everything I say.\"

She felt him get on the bed behind her. A strong masculine presence. She let him grab her wrists one at a time and use cable-ties to secure her arms to the headboard. \"Good girl,\" the vigilante said quietly. She felt him shift around. Then his hands were at her waist. \"But I know in your heart you're a bad girl Thea.\"

\"I am,\" she nodded. \"Very naughty.\"

\"You sound proud,\" the Hood said as he started lifting her nightdress, the fabric whispering over her bare thighs. He turned the bottom of it into the waistband of her underwear.

\"What can I say, being a bad girl is fun,\" Thea purred, she changed her position a little, arching her back, deliberately emphasising her bottom. Her panties were lacy and dark green. The vigilantie ran his hands over the fabric covering her behind.

He grabbed her underwear and pulled up slowly, giving her a wedgie. He put his hand between her legs and rubbed back and forth over the crotch of her panties. Abruptly he pulled back his hand and smacked her left buttock.

The vigilante spanked Thea. He didn't hold back, her bottom quickly turning red. She moaned and yelp and strained against the ties around her wrists. But she never asked him to stop. She never said it was too much.

When the Hood finally stopped Thea was sweating and breathing hard. A grin broke out on her face. \"Fuck fuck fuck, that was so fucking good.\"

The vigilante didn't reply. She heard him get off the bed and the rustle of clothing. She knew he was getting naked. He got back on the bed behind her. He slowly slid off her panties, she raised her legs one at a time to help him get them off.

\"So wet,\" he said quietly.

\"That's what you do to me,\" Thea replied. She turned and looked at him. Her brother. He was naked, his muscular body was covered in scars, his cock was hard. She admired his physique. His cock was beautiful.

Oliver closed in and kissed her on the lips, deep and hungry, sliding his tongue into her mouth. She kissed him back eagerly, she felt his cock pressing against her left buttock. when he stopped kissing her he scooted back a little. He gave her ass another spank, more playful this time. She made low groaning noise at the back of her throat. He slapped her again. Then again.

He took hold of his cock with one hand and her hip with the other.

He thrust into her. Two shallow strokes and then he slammed into her, eliciting a loud cry of pleasure from his sister.

\"Yes yes, fuck me, fuck me Oliver.\"

Her brother took a firm hold of her waist, drawing back before jerking forward again. Starting with slow, deep thrusts he fucked Thea. She gripped the headboard, her knuckles turning white. Oliver got faster, faster, faster.

The siblings panted and moaned, flesh slapping flesh.

\"God I love your cock!\" Thea exclaimed. Oliver smacked her right thigh and on his next thrust changed angle slightly. He slapped her again then grabbed her hair, pulling on it

They reached a frantic, animal pace. Control was gone. The was just pure primal sex.

Thea came first, but only just. Oliver came inside her, cock pumping with her cunt spasming around it.

They stayed together for a minute or two, catching their breath and regaining their thoughts. When Oliver finally withdrew he moved off the bed. When he returned to her his cum was tricking down the inside of her thigh, a few drips had already landed on the bed.

He cut her free with a small knife. Thea turned around and kissed him.

\"I love you,\" she said.

\"I love you too.\"

They kissed again.

\"Ollie?\"

\"Yes?\"

\"If I get you hard again will you spank me some more?\" Thea asked, her hand going to his cock, her head moving down in that direction.

\"Absolutely,\" he said with a smile.<\/a>"},{"id":"urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:swan_secrets:17335","link":[{"@attributes":{"rel":"alternate","type":"text\/html","href":"https:\/\/swan-secrets.livejournal.com\/17335.html"}},{"@attributes":{"rel":"self","type":"text\/xml","href":"https:\/\/swan-secrets.livejournal.com\/data\/atom\/?itemid=17335"}}],"title":"\"Save A Horse...\" (Doctor Who, Amy\/Rory)","published":"2013-08-11T16:17:04Z","updated":"2013-08-11T16:17:04Z","category":[{"@attributes":{"term":"amy pond"}},{"@attributes":{"term":"amy\/rory"}},{"@attributes":{"term":"spanking_world"}},{"@attributes":{"term":"doctor who"}},{"@attributes":{"term":"nc-17"}},{"@attributes":{"term":"18+"}},{"@attributes":{"term":"het"}},{"@attributes":{"term":"rory"}},{"@attributes":{"term":"spanking"}}],"content":"Title:<\/b> \"Save A Horse...\"
Fandom:<\/b> Doctor Who
Pairing:<\/b> Rory\/Amy
Rating:<\/b> 18\/NC-17
Disclaimer:<\/b> I don't own Doctor Who or any characters featured in this not-for-profit fic.
Summary:<\/b> Written for the Drabble\/fic fest 2013 at Spanking_World<\/a>
Content Notes:<\/b> explicit m\/f sex.




\"You know that really does look good on you,\" said Rory. \"Though to be fair anything looks good on you.\" He pulled off his t-shirt. \"Especially when you're not wearing anything else.\"

\"I am wearing something else,\" Amy grinned and raised her left foot, waggling it.

Amy Pond was on the bed she shared with her husband. On her feet were a pair of brown leather cowboy boots. On her head was a Stetson. Apart from that she was nude. She ran her hands over her breasts, squeezing them as she watched Rory undressing.

\"Hurry up,\" she said, \"or I'll start without you,\" she ran her right hadn down her body, fingers going through the neat patch of ginger hair down to her pussy.

Rory fumbled with his belt. His fingers weren't moving anywhere near fast enough for his liking. He pulled down his jeans and his boxers together, then hurriedly pulled off his socks.

Amy continued touching herself provocatively, her eyes were on Rory's hard cock. She beckoned to him with her other hand. Rory didn't hesitate in joining her on the bed. His mouth went to her left nipple, sucking and flicking his tongue over it. After a few seconds he switched to the other nipple, giving it the same loving attention.

\"Rory, maybe you didn't notice, but I'm not in the mood for teasing,\" Amy said.

Rory had found situations like this were the best time to tease Amy, but right now he wanted her as much as she wanted him so he decided to forgo it. He quickly arranged himself between her legs. She reached down and took hold of his cock, guiding it to her.

They kissed as he eased his cock forward, sliding into her slick cunt. She made a wanton noise of pleasure, raising her hips to meet him. They thrust together a few times and then Amy shook her head.

Rory paused. \"What's wrong?\"

\"No this isn't it.\"

\"No?\"

She shook her head again, \"no I want you behind me.\"

\"We can do that,\" said Rory, he pulled back and watched her turn over. He ran his hand down the back of her leg, stopping mid-calf when he reached the top of her boot. He followed the same path in reverse and gave her bottom a playful smack when he reached it.

She whimpered and looked over her shoulder at him. He plucked the hat off her head and put it on his own. \"Mmm yes, I like that, are you gonna ride me cowboy?\" Rory took hold of her hip with his left hand and his cock with his right.

Moments later he was fucking her from behind, quickly taking up a steady, firm rhythm. Amy arched her back, thrusting against him, moaning and panting.

He smacked her behind again, she moaned louder. Rory did it again, then again, then again. He switched to her other cheek, spanking her between thrusts. He knew all too well the effect a few spanks would have on his wife.

\"Harder,\" she said. \"Fuck me harder, spank me harder.\"

Rory did, holding on tight to her with one hand at all times. With the other hand he tugged at her hair or smacked her bum which was flushed with a rosy red.

He felt her come, her pussy clenching tight and releasing around his penis. He slowed, enjoying the feeling.

As she came down from her high she looked around over her shoulder at him. \"Go again?\"

Rory nodded. He smiled. Then he gave her behind a hard slap and started fucking her again.<\/a>

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Fandom:<\/b> Doctor Who
Pairing:<\/b> Eleven\/Clara
Rating:<\/b> 18\/NC-17
Disclaimer:<\/b> I don't own Doctor Who or any characters featured in this not-for-profit fic.
Summary:<\/b> Written for Who_Contest<\/a>. Prompt: \"Delicate\"
Content Notes:<\/b> explicit m\/f sex.


\"I won't break you know,\" Clara said.

\"I know,\" the Doctor replied, but his voice was saying he didn't know that at all.

\"You haven\u2019t broken me so far,\" she grinned, eyes glinting.

The Doctor smiled. \"No. Not yet,\" he traced patterns over her soft skin with his fingertip. He touched her like she a precious treasure that could be ruined with too strong a caress. It was as if he believed her a precious flower, or an autumn leaf in danger of crumbling.

Clara was naked on the bed beside him.

The patterns he was tracing were the shapes of constellations visible from the house he'd grown up in. The Storm. The Teardrop. The Righteous Tentacle.

No one would have believed that great Gallifrey and it's people had been living on such a delicate thread.

Her hand moved up the inside of his thigh.

Clara knew the Doctor was having one of his gloomy moments. He was taken by a thought or feeling that consumed him. That haunted him. She knew that there was no point in asking because he'd never talk about it, and her asking would only make him irate that she'd noticed and seen beyond his fa\u00e7ade.

So she knew that she had to bring him out of his melancholy with action not words. She had to give him something better to focus on. Clara took hold of his cock, urging him with gentle movements. He responded, quickly starting to get hard.

The Doctor was aware of what she was doing. She was impossible in many ways. Impossible because she had drawn him into a sexual relationship. Impossible because somehow she knew what he needed to be saved from the abyss of his own soul.

So he let her. Despite the knowledge that it would end with him breaking her in one way or another he let it happen. Because he needed it.

His finger stopped drawing arrangements of stars and instead circled her left nipple, completing four circuits before he flicked over it.

The Doctor was erect, her hand wrapped around him, flexing her wrist with regular, easy strokes. He felt his hearts beating a faster. Many had seen the Timelord angry, though few had live to tell the tale. Fewer still had seen him aroused. A Timelord's needs were more powerful than any other emotion.

He pinched her nipple, a little harder than intended. She gasped and bit her bottom lip. Seeing the positive reaction he pinched again, pulling on it firmly.

Clara kissed him. Then straddled him, her hand still on his cock. Her back straight, she shuffled forward, directing him to her entrance. She took him inside with a moan and a flutter of her eyelashes.

His left hand on her breast, pinching and twisting her nipple, the other on her hip. She started to ride him, bouncing on him, picking up speed.

Clare didn't seem so delicate anymore.

For a while the Doctor stopped worrying about breaking her.<\/a>


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Fandom:<\/b> The Avengers
Pairing:<\/b> Darcy\/Jane
Rating:<\/b> 18\/NC-17
Disclaimer:<\/b> I don't own The Avengers or any characters featured in this not-for-profit fic.
Summary:<\/b> Written for avengerkink<\/a>. Prompt (here<\/a>): "Darcy\/Jane Wedding Planning Jane wants to plan their wedding. Darcy wants to have sex."
Content Notes:<\/b> explicit f\/f sex.
Note: <\/b>Kind of sequel to "Frustration<\/a>" and "Distraction<\/a>" though no direct references are made to those fics.



"Okay. This is the seating plan so far," Jane declared and set the sheet of paper with the plan on it on the table in front of Darcy. Jane took a seat across from Darcy. Darcy's attention was otherwise occupied. "Is that a Gameboy?!"

"Yup," Darcy nodded without looking up. "Two secs."

"Darcy we're supposed to be planning our wedding, we have one shot at this and it's only three months away now. We need to get this done."

"I know, chillax. "I'll be...right...there!" She looked up and Jane with a triumphant grin. "Okay I'm done, victory is mine." She put the Gameboy down. "No no no, you can't put my uncle there. He'll bore the crap out of everyone."

"He has to sit somewhere."

"Yeah but not beside anyone I actually like. How about, that guy, what's his name, from the university..."

"Rick?"

"Yes! Him! He can sit with him, Rick's an asshole."

"He's not that bad."

"Every time I see him he spends the whole time staring at my tits," Darcy gestured and thrust out her chest for emphasis.

"So do I and you don't complain," Jane said with a smile, making a point of staring at Darcy's boobs for a few seconds.

"Yeah but I want you staring at me," Darcy put her hand across the table on top of her fiancee's. Their eyes met and they shared a cutesy coupley moment. A smile. The kind of thing that Darcy would have normally asked someone to pass her a bucket whenever she witnessed it. God damn what had happened to her? Oh yeah. Love. That was it.

"Okay. He can sit with Rick, punishment for being a pervert," said Jane.

"It’s not for being a pervert, being a pervert's a good thing, it's for just being a perv and not noticing the rest of me."

"Which is just as great as your boobs."

"Exactly!"

"Fine, what about everyone else?"

"What about them?"

Jane rolled her eyes. And she kept on saying more stuff about seating arrangements, who was sitting where next to who. And who was not sitting beside someone because last time they met they had a big blah blah. Darcy, possibly because of the recent use of the word, was being a pervert. The way Jane was sitting Darcy could almost see down the front of her low-cut top. Almost. Not quite.

Darcy realised Jane was looking at her expectantly. Oh crap. She'd obviously just asked her a question. She had no idea what Jane had asked. She took her best shot. "Yes, yes, I agree."

Jane seemed surprised. "Really, you're okay with that? Really?"

Inwardly Darcy was face-palming. Well she had had no idea what she had agreed to be Jane seemed to think it was something that she should be disagreeing with. Oh well, she might as well roll with it now and deal with it later. She nodded. "Yeah, it's all good with me."

Jane smiled, and half-stood so she could lean over the table and kissed Darcy on the lips for way to short a time. "Thank you." She sat back down. "Okay so I want to..."

Darcy only half-listened as Jane talked about another couple that they knew and where to sit them. As she watched Jane's lips she imagined kissing them. As she looked in Jane's eyes she imagined the look in them when she touched her in just the right spot. She looked at Jane's fingers and imagined them...oh the things those fingers could do. Her eyes followed the line of Jane's top. She imagined her girlfriend naked. She imagined having her wicked way with her right here, right now.

From somewhere, Darcy didn't notice where, Jane had grabbed a catalogue from a flower shop. She came around and sat beside Darcy and opened the catalogue. She pointed at one of the colorful bouquets. "I was thinking that would be a center piece on every table."

Darcy had a good image in her mind about what she wanted on the middle of the table just now. It sure wasn't flowers.

"What do you think?"

"I want to fuck you so bad right now," Darcy said. Then she realised she'd actually just said that aloud. "I mean. Yeah. I like it. The colors...really great."

Jane looked at her and raised her eyebrow. "This is serious Darcy, this is really important. This is us getting married."

"I know. I know that it's just...you know."

"You're an insatiable sex obsessed menace?"

"Yeah. That."

Jane smiled. "One of the many reasons I love you. But..."

"Wedding planning," Darcy nodded. "Super important. Got it." She looked at the catalogue. "Actually I really like that one." She pointed to another one of the arrangements on the page.

Jane considered it for a moment. "You know what, I do too. Okay, while we're on the subject of flowers..."

Darcy tried, she really did, to pretend that she was interested in flowers. She wasn't. It just wasn't her thing. As far as she was concerned the flowers could be all black roses and she would still be the happiest girl in the universe because she was marrying the woman she loved.

But the main thing on her mind was sex. She was horny. Unmistakably and unashamedly. She shifted in her seat and tried not to think about naked Jane and instead focus on pretty flowers and other sweet happy thoughts of their wedding.

For some reason though she found herself thinking about after the wedding. She'd already picked out her bridal lingerie. She could not wait to see Jane's reaction to it. Her dress was awesome and she was sure Jane was going to look smoking hot in hers, but the underwear she'd picked...she'd almost turned herself on when she'd tried it on for the first time.

"Darcy."

Darcy met Jane's gaze. Crap. She'd been totally busted not paying attention again. "Yes?"

"What was I just talking about?"

"Umm..." Damn there was no way she was going to get this right. She tried to come up with an answer that wouldn't land her in more trouble. "I don't know," she answered honestly. "But I was thinking about the wedding." That was true. Mostly. Bridal lingerie was related to their wedding.

"Really?" Jane clearly had her doubts. "What were you thinking about so much that it distracted you?"

"How awesome my dress is. Obviously I can't give details, because you know, bad luck."

Jane was far from convinced. "Okay. You know that I love that you're horny twenty-four seven. It makes for a truly amazing sex life. Truly amazing. But this is really important."

"I know."

"So I'll make you a deal. You give this your full attention for an hour and we can spend the rest of the night fucking. And I mean your full attention. Deal?"

"Hell yes you've got a deal!" Darcy agreed.


***<\/div>

Darcy admittedly did clock-watch, but she gave everything Jane wanted to talk about her maximum attention, allowing herself only a few fleeting sexy thoughts. She made a real effort because this mattered so much to Jane to get all the details perfect for their big day.

When exactly one hour had passed Darcy put her hand on Jane's thigh. Jane stopped in mid-sentence. She turned and opened her mouth to say something but Darcy cut her off by kissing her.

"Sex now?" Darcy asked, giving her best puppy-dog-cute eyes.

"Absolutely, I wasn't going to be able to resist you much longer." Their lips came together again, their arms going around each other, tongues taking turns to slip into each other's mouth. They broke their kiss to stand, Darcy deftly unbuttoned Jane's pants as the kissing resumed. Jane's hands went to her girlfriend's breasts, squeezing the double handfuls.

Darcy's right hand went down the front of Jane's pants, going straight under the fabric of her underwear to her heat. She quickly found Jane's clit and rubbed it with rapid circular movements.

Jane whimpered when Darcy took her hand away. "These need to go. They're in the way." Darcy had had enough of Jane's clothes.

Jane nodded and hurriedly took down her pants, taking her panties off with them.

Darcy took her top off and reached behind to undo her bra. By the time Jane was free of her lower half's clothing Darcy we rid of her upper half.

Miss Foster ducked her head, her mouth latching on to Darcy's right nipple, sucking it in, tongue swirling around it. Darcy's hand went back to Jane's pussy, rubbing her clitoris again for a few moments before dipping a finger into her.

Jane switched to the other nipple, sucking on it harder, then grazing her teeth over it in the way she knew drove Darcy crazy. Darcy could feel herself getting wetter and wetter, her underwear soaked and sticky.

"Table. On the table," Darcy said.

"Really?"

"Really. I've been thinking of eating you out on that table for the last hour," she swept off a couple of catalogues on the floor. Jane backed up onto the table, laying along its length, her legs dangling free.

Darcy bent forward, running her hands up the inside of Jane's spread legs. Her pussy looked amazing; wet and pink and glistening. Her hair down there was trimmed to a neat landing strip. Darcy ran her thumbs along either side of Jane's cunt as she kissed her way along her thigh. She used her thumbs to spread Jane open and then took long, slow, licks.

"Fuck I love your taste," Darcy said and licked her again, from the bottom to the top, planting a light kiss on the hood of her clit. She used her tongue like it was their first time, slowly exploring, taking the time to relish every delicious second.

"Darcy, please please stop teasing."

"Not teasing. Enjoying. Enjoying so much." She changed tactics, swiping her tongue over Jane's entrance with small focused movements.

"This is definitely teasing."

"Maybe a little." Darcy tilted her head, pressing her mouth to Jane's pussy, and slid her tongue into her. Jane moaned. With quick shallow jabs with her tongue Darcy made her moan more. After a short time she moved her mouth up, tongue blazing a trail of sensation up to Jane's clit.

"Oh god yes!" Jane cried out, spreading her legs wider, arching her back.

Using the tip of her tongue Darcy rubbed Jane's clitoris, alternating every few seconds between up and down and side to side movements. With her thumbs she stroked up and down her labia as she kept her spread open. Jane got wetter. Darcy lost herself in the wonderful taste.

Jane couldn't believe something that seemed so simple could feel so good. Tingling pleasure sparked out from her cunt with every wonderful action from her girlfriend's tongue. While organizing the wedding was proving to be a pain in the ass she could not wait to marry Darcy. She loved her with all her heart. Being intimate with her made it a more intense, erotic, love that seemed to make the sex so much more than just being about their physical pleasure.

Darcy sucked as well as flicking her tongue over Jane's clit. The result of this new addition was instantaneous. Jane's moans grew in pitch and volume.

It took about thirty seconds before Darcy took Jane to the heights of a screaming orgasm.

Jane sat up and scooted to the edge of the table. She wrapped her arms around Darcy's neck and her legs around her waist. She pulled her in tight against her, kissing her lips. They shared the tastes of sex, kissing each other with the passion of true deep love.

They kissed, smiling and happy and quietly telling each other how madly in love they were. Jane cupped Darcy's breasts with both hands, teasing her nipples with light touches of her fingers and thumbs. She slid her tongue into Darcy's mouth then sucked on her bottom lip.

Jane stopped the teasing and properly pinched her fiancee's nipples, steadily pinching and tugging on them harder.

Jane Foster hopped off the table and she urged Darcy back to head out of the room. The kept kissing and grouping at each other. They didn't make it far. Darcy's back hit the wall to the left of the door. Without any finesse whatsoever Jane's hand pushed down the front of Darcy's jeans and under the fabric of her panties.

Darcy was a hot mess between her legs. Jane's fingers rubbed back and forth over her slit, briefly brushing over her clit. The back of her hand got damp from the gathered arousal in Darcy's underwear.

Kisses. Whimpers. Darcy's hands were constantly moving; rubbing, squeezing, touching, stroking up and down Jane's back and smooth buttocks.

Jane stopped. Darcy protested. The astrophysicist quickly pulled down Darcy's jeans followed by her soaked panties. She left the clothing at Darcy's ankles. As she stood she paused to give her lover a quick lick. Once she was back up level with Darcy again their lips were reunited.

Miss Foster's hand went back between Darcy's legs. She was wet. Incredibly wet. Sometimes Jane was amazed at how wet she got. She rapidly rubbed Darcy's clit, constantly changing pressure and technique. With her other hand she pinched Darcy's left nipple between her index and middle fingers, flicking over it repeatedly with her thumb.

Darcy moaned. "Oh fuck me please fuck me Jane. Put your fingers in me and fuck me hard."

Jane's middle and ring fingers penetrated Darcy's heat and right away she started thrusting deep, curling and waggling her fingers as she did.

"Yes yes, oh oh fuck yes baby."

She fucked Darcy harder, the wet squelching sound mixing with the woman's moaning and panting and whispered vulgar language. She pulled on her nipple, then on the other. Darcy scratched and grabbed at Jane's shoulders and back and bottom. She rocked her hips, eager to get as much pleasure as possible from Jane's hands.

Jane shifted angle slightly so her palm was grinding against Darcy's clit as she sped up, jabbing deeper and harder.

They looked each other in the eyes, breathing hard. Their gaze was of lust with a core of beautiful love.

Jane kept going back and forth between Darcy's nipples as she fucked her with her fingers, pinching, rolling and pulling on them.

Pressed against the wall her fiancee fingering her furiously Darcy came. She was not quiet about it. She cried out and moaned Jane's name over and over.

Jane stepped back. Darcy leaned against the wall, catching her breath, her legs shaking. "I love you," Darcy said.

"I love you," Jane replied and started licked her Darcy-flavored fingers.

"I'm not done with you." Darcy bit her bottom lip and ran her hands over her body, stopping to squeeze her breasts. "I believe the deal was the rest of the night. Though a break for food in an hour or so would be acceptable." Darcy relieved herself of her jeans and panties.

"That's true," Jane nodded. "I did say that." She kept lapping at her fingers. "We better go to bed then. We've got an appetite to work up to." She took Darcy by then hand and led her to their bedroom.


***<\/div>

They'd had sex. They'd eaten. They'd showered together. They'd had more sex. Then some more. Then ice-cream. Then sex.

Jane and Darcy were curled up facing each other on the bed on top of the sheets. They were satisfied and exhausted. Their strap-on was on the floor beside the bed.

"So there's this guy I know, knew really, back in high school. He's a photographer. He's good. I was thinking we could ask him to do our pictures. I can show you some of his stuff, he's got lots of wedding pictures on his site.

"You're seriously ready to talk about our wedding now?" Jane laughed.

"I'm just as excited as you to be married you know. I just suck at showing it."

"You can show me his stuff tomorrow," Jane nodded. "Right now I don’t think I could move even if I wanted to."

"I need to. Gotta pee. Be right back." Darcy gave her a quick kiss on the lips the rolled away from her and got off the bed. Jane smiled. She watched her as she left the room and headed to the bathroom.

Jane was warm and happy. The post-sex afterglow had a lot to do with it. She was also truly happy. Darcy was exactly who she wanted. The wedding day was important. But it was what would come after. She was going to live her life with her. Jane closed her eyes and thought of the future that lay ahead.

When Darcy came back she found Jane asleep. She smiled and grabbed the duvet, pulling it up to cover Jane. Then she got into bed beside her. She watched her sleeping for a few minutes. Then she turned out the light and joined her fiancee in slumber.<\/a>



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Fandom:<\/b> The Avengers
Pairing:<\/b> Fury\/Natasha
Rating:<\/b> 18\/NC-17
Disclaimer:<\/b> I don't own The Avengers or any characters featured in this not-for-profit fic.
Summary:<\/b> Written for avengerkink<\/a>. Prompt: :Fury\/Natasha, anything with this ship




Director of SHIELD Nick Fury looked up from his work as his visitor entered his office.

\"Director,\" Natasha said and nodded. She closed the door behind her and clicked the lock.

\"Agent,\" Fury was sitting behind his desk, hands steepled in front of him, watching her with a knowing smile on his face.

\"You asked to see me sir? Code Scarlet?\"

\"That I did agent, very urgent situation.\"

\"That's what I do best. Handle the most....important missions.\"

\"You always perform beyond expectations,\" Fury kept his eye on her as she took off her gunbelt and dropped it casually on the floor.

\"That's the benefit of training, and regular practice.\" She pulled off her boots next.

Fury said nothing. He watched and she looked back at him. He kept his expression blank, betraying no emotion, if he felt any.

Under his unwavering gaze she slowly unzipped her catsuit. The zipper traversed between the swell of her breasts. Once the zip was open all the way down to her stomach she turned away from him. Left arm. Right arm. She pushed the fabric down, leaving her bare above the waist.

She paused. Fury didn't verbalize any reaction. After a few more seconds she resumed disrobing. She bent forward as she slid the material down her toned legs. She was wearing a tiny scrap of black lace underwear.

Naked save for the panties she stood straight, still facing away from him.

The two of them remained like that. Fury sitting. Black Widow standing facing away from him. She smiled at the game. She knew it was just a matter of time before he...

\"Come.\"

Her smiled widened at his voice. Then she set her expression back to neutral before turning to face him, covering her breasts with her hands. She sauntered towards him, squeezing her tits, pushing them together. She stopped right in front of his desk. \"Would you like to see my breasts director?\"

\"I surely would,\" he nodded.

Taking her teasing time she moved her hands, pinching her nipples and pulling on them. She stretched them out before finally releasing. Fury pushed himself back from his desk, the big fancy executive chair wheeling back, revealing his pants were undone and his cock was standing free and proud.

\"Is that a Mark 17B or are you just pleased to see me?\"

\"I am very pleased to see you.\"

\"I see now what the big<\/i> emergency is.\" She made her way around the desk and got on her knees in front of him, her hands on his knees.

\"I know you'll rise to the challenge. As always.\"

Her right hand made its merry way up the inside of his thigh. She looked him in the eye as she took hold of his cock, gripping it at the base of the shaft. She gave it light, pulsing squeezes. He was hot and hard.

\"This is a very serious case director. Very serious.\" Natasha stroked her hand up and down his member, very slowly, looking at it with fascination, as if she'd never seen a man's penis before. Fury knew for a fact this was not true.

\"Are you gonna just play with it, or are you gonna suck it?\"

\"Can't I do both?\" She shuffled forward on her knees, moving herself between his legs. Her tongue darted out, briefly making contact with the very tip of him.

Fury kept his hands on the arms of the chair, watching the beautiful redhead teasing him. He said nothing even though he wanted to urge her to take him in her mouth. He knew that letter her take control would be best for his pleasure in the long run.

Delicately she tongued the head of his cock, licking over and around it. She squeezed the base of his shaft again then slid her lips over his head, taking it just in her mouth. She rubbed the end with her tongue. Then she took more of him in, sucking steadily, tilting her head and leaning in, lips sliding down the pole.

Fury let out a soft growl from the back of his throat.

Natasha took as much of him in as she could then pulled back, taking him fully out. His penis glistened with her saliva. She paused for a few seconds then took him back in again, bobbing her head up and down his cock. She moaned and hummed to add vibration, slowly getting faster. She was as skilled with a man's organ as she was with any weapon.

He leaned back closing his eye.

She spent five minutes sucking and licking and fucking his cock with her mouth.

When she stopped she looked up at Nick Fury and he looked back at her. They both knew what was coming next. She rose and quickly yanked down her panties, tossing them onto his desk. Natasha then straddled him, taking a hold of his dick.

Fury put his hands on her hips, touching her for the first time since she had entered his office. She impaled herself on his cock, enveloping it in her warm wetness.

It took only a few stroked before they were going at it with a hard and fast rhythm. Natasha gripped his shoulders tight as she energetically rode him. He pulled her to him with every down stroke thrusting up with his hips at the same time.

They fucked like nothing else mattered in the universe. They both grunted and groaned. Pale skin and dark skin slapped together.

Director Fury's office was soundproof.

With his right hand he grabbed her left breast, palming and squeezing it. He took her nipple between thumb and forefinger and pulled on it the way he knew she liked.

When she came she made a purring noise, her eyes closed, biting her bottom lip. Fury felt her pussy pulsing around him.

They continued fucking until Fury signaled her by tapping her thigh three times. She slowed and hopped off him, getting on her knees in front of his chair. She took him in her mouth again. he tasted of her juices. She took hold of him as she sucked she jerked her hand up and down his cock.

After less than a minute Natasha felt his cock quiver. Four squirts of cum pumped into her mouth. She swallowed then withdrew. She said nothing. He said nothing. She wiped her mouth with the back of her hand. She went back across the room to her clothes. She pulled on her catsuit, her boots and her gunbelt. Fury watched her. He tucked away his cock and rearranged his pants.

Once she was dressed she turned back to him, a small smile on her face. \"Will that be all Director?\"

\"Yes Agent Romanoff, thank you for your time.\"

She unlocked and left his office.

Fury picked up her panties from his desk. He lifted them to his face, inhaling her scent from the crotch of her underwear. He opened his bottom drawer and put the panties in it before closing it again.

He resumed his work.
<\/a>

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Fandom:<\/b> The Avengers\/Thor
Pairing:<\/b> Darcy\/Jane
Rating:<\/b> 18\/NC-17
Disclaimer:<\/b> I don't own The Avengers or any characters featured in this not-for-profit fic.
Summary:<\/b> Written for Wanton_Avengers<\/a>. Prompt:Jane\/Darcy - strap-on use
Content Notes:<\/b> explicit f\/f sex
Notes:<\/b> Kind of a sequel to "Distraction" but there's no direct reference.




"God dammit," Jane huffed in frustration pushing her chair back away from the desk where the equations on the computer screen were refusing to come together the way she wanted them to.

Darcy Lewis looked up from her laptop. She was sprawled in on the couch with the computer on her lap, a sheet of paper beside her from which she was entering numbers. Data entry could be a bore but as Jane Foster's assistant the grunt work was hers to do.

"Maybe you need to take a break, clear your head and get rid of all that pent up frustration," Darcy suggested.

Jane turned to her and shot her a look that could have melted ice.

"Or not."

Seeing the reaction of the other woman to her glare Jane realised that she shouldn't be taking out her own failings on Darcy. The fault was entirely hers and her stupid brain not figuring this out. "Sorry. It's just..."

"I know, you don't have to explain."

"Maybe you're right, maybe I just need to get away from this for a few minutes and clear my head."

Darcy shifted her laptop onto the sofa and stood. "I think I know just the thing."

She dashed out of the living room\/workspace and moments later returned holding an object Jane recognised immediately. It was a strap-on, specifically their strap-on. It had black leather straps, the dildo itself was ribbed along it's length, dark purple in colour and had a nice thickness. It was seven and a half inches long.

"How come no matter what the situation is your solution is always sex?"

"Because girl sex is always the solution." She twirled the toy by the straps. "Come on, can you think of any better way to burn off all that frustration that's clogged up inside you? I mean sure you could get drunk but then you'd pass out and feel terrible tomorrow and be in no condition to get back to work." She stopped twirling the strap-on. "Come on can you think of any good reason not to?"

Jane thought about it. She looked at her screen. The numbers and symbols seemed to make even less sense than they had a few minutes ago. She knew that she wasn't going to make any more progress like this. She shook her head and threw up her hands in a gesture of surrender.

"Yay!" Darcy grinned and bounced up and down, which did wonderful things to her boobs which were contained within a low cut tank top, her cream coloured bra peaking out as the fabric strained to hold in her magnificent bosom.

Jane stood, rolling her eyes. Darcy laughed and bounded to Jane's bedroom, Jane herself followed close behind.

Darcy tossed the strap-on on the bed and turned to face Jane, pulling her top off as she did, flinging it to the floor.

Jane Foster had absolutely no problem admitting she found Darcy's breasts incredibly attractive. As boobs went they were pretty fucking spectacular. Full and round and just begging to be grabbed and squeezed and kissed.

Darcy was completely aware of this almost magnetic attraction Jane had to her rack. "Are you gonna just stare or night or start getting naked too?" Darcy put her hands on her hips.

"I'll let you know in a minute," Jane deadpanned, eyes fixed on Darcy's boobies.

Darcy unbuttoned and took off her jeans, her panties were pale blue and boy-shirt style. Jane was still fully dressed and being a massive perv. Jane bit her bottom lip and twirled her finger in her hair.

"Here, let me help." Darcy slinked her curvaceous self over to Jane and hooked her fingers under the bottom of her top, lifting it. Jane raised her arms and helped Darcy take her top off, her bra was simple and white.
Once the top was clear of Jane's mouth Darcy leaned in, claiming her lips with her own. Jane was slightly taken by surprise. She dropped her top then returned the kiss, her right palm cupping the back of Darcy's neck, the other going to her hip.

Jane felt all the tension and worry fading, a wave of relaxation spreading through her body as she kissed her assistant. She slid her tongue into Darcy's mouth for a few seconds then sucked on her bottom lip.

Darcy made a hum of satisfaction, she undid the button of Jane's tan pants and put her right hand down the front of them. She pressed her fingers to the crotch of Jane's panties, rubbing from side to side.

Jane kissed her deeper and pulled her closer, the passion flaring between the two woman. Colleagues. Friends. And sometimes lovers.

They certainly weren't in a relationship. They were friends with sporadic sexy benefits. It was usually situations like there where one of them just needed to have some sex. About eighty percent of the time it was Darcy who initiated.

Darcy kept moving her fingers, feeling dampness starting to soak through Jane's underwear.

"Off," said Jane, "take them off."

"You got it sexyface," Darcy kissed her again and quickly pulled Jane's pants down, taking her panties with them. Jane lifted her feet one at a time so Darcy could entirely remove the clothing. "Oh new style," Darcy said, her eyes were on Jane's pubic hair which had been trimmed and shaved down to a narrow landing strip.

"You like?"

"I like yes yes, I like," Darcy planted a kiss either side of the strip of hair. Jane reached behind her back and undid her bra, slipped off the straps and tossed it away. Darcy stood and they kissed again, long, wet and deep.

"You're very overdressed," Jane said.

"Maybe I am. Maybe you should go get on the bed," Darcy's hand went back down between Jane's legs, fingers now able to directly touch her wetness.

"Bed is good. Bed is great in fact," Jane said. She skipped across the room to the bed and bounced onto it, turning to face Darcy, sitting on it fully with her legs stretched out.

"You really are a sexy sexy lady," Darcy said, admiring the nude woman on the bed.

Jane blushed. "Seriously, you need to lose the clothes and come over here."

"These clothes?" Darcy ran her hands over the front of her bra then her panties.

"Those clothes."

"That depends."

"Oh what?"

"How much you're going to make it worth my while," she looked pointedly at the strap-on on the bed beside Jane.

"Darcy. Get naked, get over here, or it won't be worth your while at all."
Darcy gulped. seeing in Jane's eyes that she absolutely meant it. she did the quickest thing she could think of: She took off her bra.

It had the desired result.

Jane sucked on her bottom lip and her eyes took on a look that was reserved for when she was looking at Darcy's tits with utter lust. Gosh her boobs were so big and round and her puffy pale pink nipples just begged to be sucked on.

Darcy ran both hands over her boobs, cupping them, squeezing them. She pinched both her nipples and grinned at Jane's expression. She sauntered slowly towards the bed, playing with her breasts the whole way.

Jane welcomed Darcy into her arms, the younger woman getting on top of her. They kissed, hot and heavy. Jane's right hand went to her chest, stroking and caressing those full breasts.

Ms Lewis quickly made her way down Jane's body. She gave brief attention to Jane's nipples, sucking on one then the other. She carried on down.

While Jane was a breast girl Darcy was all about the pussy. It was by far her favourite part of a woman's body. She kissed Jane's flat belly, her hands sliding up and down the inside of her spread wide thighs.

"You know I really do love this new style," Darcy ran her thumb over Jane's neat pubic hair then kissed the top edge of it.

"Thanks, ooh," Jane moaned, Darcy's thumb slid up and down her slick slit. Darcy leaned in and kissed either side of Jane's cunt. Jane had a beautiful pussy and it was wonderfully wet. She licked, an upwards stroke, with all of her tongue. She did it again, again, again. On the fifth lick she hit Jane's clit, eliciting a low purring moan. She ate Jane out with the enthusiasm that came from a real passion for sex. Darcy loved the taste, the smell, and the way Jane's pussy felt against her mouth. She loved the lovely noises Jane made in response to her efforts.




"Okay, your turn," Jane said as she caught her breath. Darcy moved up on top of her again. Darcy's mouth and three fingers of her right hand were coated with Jane's sexual juices. Jane was coming down from her third orgasm. Their lips found each other and everything was good.

After a minute or two of making out Jane rolled them so Darcy was on her back. She moved off the bed, picking up the strap-on. Darcy watched her as she put it on.

Darcy had bought the toy a few months ago and every time the two of them had used it it had been very pleasurable.

Jane secured the purple artificial cock in place, she returned to Darcy and used both hands to pull down the busty woman's panties.Jane got back on top of her lover, settling between her legs. Her left hand went downtown to Darcy's sex, her right to her breast. She circled the nipple with her thumb while the fingers of her other hand teased Darcy's cunt.

The hand down between Darcy's legs then took hold of the strap-on dick. They kissed then Jane looked Darcy in the eyes, rubbing the head of the toy up and down her aroused lower lips.

"Stop teasing, please," Darcy said. Jane responded by pinching her nipple. "Please Jane." She pinched the nipple harder. "Please, I need it." Jane smiled and switched to the other nipple, pulling on it, stretching the sensitive nub. "Fuck me Jane. I need you fuck me. I need it now."

Finally Jane gave Darcy what she wanted, lining the toy up with her entrance and then pressed forward with her hips. The strap-on slid into Darcy who bit her bottom lip and raised up her hips to meet it.

When Jane was wearing the strap-on it brought out a more aggressive side of her. Darcy was sure there was some psychologist somewhere who'd have something deep and meaningful to say about phallic symbolism and so on. But Darcy didn't care about that. All she cared about was that when Jane was wearing the strap-on she was going to get fucked good and hard, just the way she liked it

The ribbed dildo slid deeper and deeper inside until all seven and a half inches were sheathed in Darcy's vagina. Jane kissed Darcy, tongue slipping into her mouth, her hand moving across her chest to the other nipple, giving it a firm tug.

It felt so good with the toy inside her but Darcy wanted more, much much much more. As they kissed she tried to communicate this with her body, trying to thrust with her hips and grabbing Jane's ass, urging her to fuck her.

Jane however asserted control. She pulled, pinched and slightly twisted Darcy's nipple. With her left hand she pushed up under Darcy's right knee, bringing the leg up until the knee was almost level with her breasts.

Darcy hooked her other leg over Jane's waist, still rolling her hips back and forth, trying to get as much movement as possible from the toy.

"Jane please," Darcy whimpered breaking their kissing. She moaned as the other woman pulled on her nipple again.

"There's something really sexy about you begging," Jane said, she kissed to Darcy's neck then up to her ear. "Beg some more for me."

"Please fuck me. Jane please please I need you to fuck me." Jane drew back and thrust once, then stopped. "Yes yes, please. Oh more more fuck me, fuck me, fuck me hard Jane."

At last Jane relented. After three or four initial strokes she was thrusting hard and deep. Darcy moaned her approval.

"Harder baby, harder," Darcy grabbed Jane's ass with one hand and ran her fingernails down her back with the other.

Jane pulled sharply on her nipple and grunted, pounding the student's cunt with everything she had. She tapped into the well of frustration that had built up while she was working. The struggled. The equations that refused to just damn well work. She had been very frustrated. The orgasms Darcy had caused had gone some way to relieving that build up, but this was what she needed to truly get over it.

Their flesh slapped together. Jane darted in to kiss Darcy's lips briefly when she could. Both of them panted and humphed and groaned. Jane hammered into Darcy like she was trying to drive her right through the mattress.

Darcy came, bucking and squealing in delight, her legs shaking. Jane slowed to let her enjoy it then came to a stop with the toy still fully inside her.

They were both breathing hard. They were both sweating. "Turn over," said Jane. She kissed Darcy then withdrew.

"Yes ma'am," Darcy took a few deep breaths then she turned over, getting up on her hands and knees. She lokoed over her shoulder at Jane. She was gorgeous. She was smiling, the toy dangling between her legs, it was glistening with her juices. "Jane?"

"Yes?: Jane ran her hand over the curvy of Darcy's hip and squeezed her buttock.

"If I ask you really nicely...would you fuck my ass?"

"I don't know," Jane moved her hand over Darcy's buttock and ran her thumb down the crack, stopping when she reached her asshole. "Why don't you ask me nicely?" She circled Darcy's asshole with her thumb.

"Will you pretty please fuck my ass Jane?"

Anal sex was nothing new to them. They had enjoyed anal play during a number of their sexual encounters. It had, naturally, been Darcy's idea. Jane had been new to anal but had quickly taken to it.

Continuing to circle her rosebud with her thumb Jane spanked her with her other hand. "You can ask nicer."

Darcy smiled and wiggled her butt from side to side. "Pretty please with a cherry on top will you please fuck my ass?"

Jane spanked her again, harder. The crack of it was loud and Darcy let out a lovely 'Oh' sound. "Keep doing that." Jane spanked her again, harder still. "Please, I want your big cock in my booty" Spank! Spank! "Fuck oh yes. Spank me Jane, fuck me. Spank me and make me your anal slut."

Darcy had a dirty mouth at the best of times, and in bed it was fully unleashed. Jane loved it. While she was not as vocal she loved to listen to Darcy speaking filth. Her voice, her way with words, her unashamed truth. She was such a brazenly sexual person, Jane couldn't help be drawn to her.

Darcy taking a more submissive role made Jane feel all the more dominant. All traces of her frustrations were gone. She had let go. She was letting herself be free from her stresses and relish the joy of being with a woman as incredible as Darcy Lewis.

Jane kept spanking her and Darcy kept begging for it and calling herself every nasty name under the sun. Jane kept teasing Darcy's asshole with the thumb of her other hand.

Darcy's rear was a lovely pale red, darker in patches where the spanks had been concentrated. Jane slipped off the bed and pulled open the bottom drawer of her beside cabinet. Darcy watched and smiled as Jane took out a large tube of lubricant.

"Oh yes, lube it up good for my tight asshole," Darcy said. Jane got back on the bed and gave Darcy's behind another smack before popping open the tube. "God you're so sexy," Darcy had her hand between her legs, rubbing her clit in slow circles. Jane squeezed a generous blob of the lube into her hand. She coated the full length of the purple cock making sure it was thickly covered in the goo.

Darcy kept touching herself and every now and then whimpered or said something filthy under her breath. The scientist squirted another glob of lubricant into her hand.

She used her fingers to liberally and gently apply the lube to Darcy's asshole. Darcy made a gasp when the cold lube first came into contact with her sensitive skin.

Jane spent a couple of minutes making sure that Darcy was lubed up properly, the last thing she wanted was to hurt her. Once satisfied she took hold of the toy in her right hand, left hand on Darcy's buttock, pulling one of the cheeks apart from the other.

She pressed the head of the cock to Darcy's asshole and steadily urged it forward.

Within a few minutes they built up to a steady, pounding rhythm. Darcy rubbed her clit and moaned as Jane fucked her ass. Darcy thrust back against the cock and she made noises like a porn star.




Jane's eyes opened and she found herself looking at the very peaceful, very much asleep, Darcy. She looked very pretty.

After twenty minutes of just enjoying the happy snuggly sleepy morning Jane got out of bed. She took a wonderful hot shower and then got dressed. Darcy was still asleep. One the floor beside the bed was the strap-on. The room still smelled of sex. Jane wasn't surprised, they had spent a significant portion of the night fucking.

Jane tugged on the covers to expose more of Darcy's body. There were scratch marks on her back and hips. Her ass was still red in places. Jane smiled.

She left Darcy sleeping and returned to her computer. She was calm. She was ready to make the damn equations make sense.<\/a>



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Fandom:<\/b> Doctor Who
Pairing:<\/b> Clara\/Nina
Rating:<\/b> 18\/NC-17
Disclaimer:<\/b> I don't own Doctor Who or any of the characters featured in this not-for-profit fic.
Summary:<\/b> Written in response to a prompt at Eleventy_Kink<\/a>. Prompt was "Clara\/Nina - Actual Lesbian Girlfriend Nina. I don't care if it's reincarnated reunion sex or non-smutty adventures aboard the TARDIS or trying to talk the Doctor out of giving them bunk beds, just... lesbians, pretty please?" This is a sequel to my previous fics "Kissing and More"<\/a> and "In Dreams<\/a>". It's not absolutely necessary to read those to enjoy this one..
Content Notes:<\/b> Explicit f\/f Sex
Notes:<\/b> Some spoilers for Early Season Seven\/The Snowmen



"Oswin?"

"Yes?"

"I'm going to ask you a question."

"Yes."

Nina grinned. "I haven't asked it yet!"

"Yes, but you've got that smile."

"What smile?"

"The naughty smile."

"I have a naughty smile?"

"Oh yes. Definitely," Oswin nodded and bit her lip. Nina noticed Oswin was looking at her with a naughty smile of her own. "And it means the question you're going to ask is a sexy question and over the past few weeks I've learned the answer to your sexy questions is always yes.

Oswin Oswald and Nina Lee were in bed together, under the covers. It was morning and both of them had the day off from their duties aboard the starliner Ecuador<\/i>.

"I couldn't possibly argue with that logic," said Nina. "But if you say no I won't be offended. Promise me you'll say if you're not comfortable."

"Mmm now I really want to say yes," Oswin snuggled in close to Nina and kissed her on the lips.

Kissing distracted Nina from the question she wanted to ask. It was a happy distraction and their kissing became increasingly heated.

"So," Oswin said.

"So?" Nina looked her girlfriend in the eyes, she wanted the kissing to continue and she was hoping that the kissing would lead to more as it often did.

"Sexy question?"

"Oh yes," Nina nodded and asked her question.



Oswin and Nina had been keeping things between themselves and hadn't let their dalliance become public knowledge, no easy think to do on a starliner. They took the next shuttled down from the Ecuador<\/i> to the planet that was the latest stop-off.

Ibiza Nova had a reputation as a party planet, but there were nice, quiet secluded places too. Oswin and Nina went to one of these quieter areas.

They rented out a cheap little villa near the beach for the night. They spend the day walking, sunbathing, talking. They spent the day happy together. After watching a beautiful sunset they had dinner. Then they took a moons-lit walk hand in hand and returned to the villa.

"Today was good," Oswin said.

"Yes," Nina nodded. Still holding hands they went into the bedroom.

"Tonight will be better. Tonight..." Oswin turned to Nina and leaned in close, brushing aside her blonde hair and whispering in her ear. "Tonight I'm going to spank you."

"Really? You are?"

"Yes since you asked me so nicely."

"You haven't changed your mind? You still can."

"I know and no. You asked for it Nina and you are going to get it." Oswin sucked on her earlobe for a few seconds. "You are really going to get it."

Nina bit her bottom lip and shivered with anticipation. She was glad she had worked up the nerve to ask Oswin for what she wanted.

"I've never spanked anyone before. It sounds straightforward enough, how do you want me to do it? Are you and over the knee kind of girl?"

"Why don't we start with kissing and see how it goes?" Nina said. Oswin didn't get the chance to answer that kissing was a great idea because Nina went ahead and got started.

Within seconds their kisses became fiery expressions of lust. They found each other extremely attractive. From their first glance they had wanted each other. The spark was undeniable, insatiable. It was like a cosmic force had brought them together.

They were quick to rid themselves of their bikini tops, hands going to each other's breasts as they smooched. Oswin ducked her head to take Nina's left nipple in her mouth, sucking, circling it with her tongue. Nina pinched and teased Oswin's nipples, the two of them moaned softly.



As it turned out Nina very much was an over the knee kind of girl.

Oswin was completely naked and sitting on the bed with Nina across her lap. Slowly and deliberately being a filthy tease Oswin started easing down Nina's bikini bottoms. She left them at the other woman's knees and then ran her hand slowly up and down the back of Nina's right thigh then shifted to the other thigh.

Partly Oswin was teasing but there was an element of nervousness too. The idea of spanking was easy enough, but the act itself was a bit daunting. How hard should she hit? Where? What if she hit too hard? She didn't want to hurt Nina. What if she wasn't any good? What if the fantasy didn't match up and Nina was disappointed?

She was stalling true, but at the same time was admiring, stroking her hand over Nina's bottom. It was really quite lovely, Oswin had never studied it was such attention before.

"Oswin," Nina rolled her hips from side to side. Gosh oh gosh Nina's ass was gorgeous. "Oswin!" the blonde giggled and looked over her shoulder.

"Right, the spanking, sorry," she gave Nina's buttock a firm squeeze and massaged it.

"Yes the spanking, yes. Spank me, I've been naughty," she wriggled her butt again. "And if you spank me I'll be even naughtier," Nina added with a wicked grin.

That look, lust and desire, and the dirty grin was enough to encourage Oswin away from her hesitations. She smacked Nina's behind, watching her face for her reaction.

"Mmm," Nina's smiled broadened and she wiggled her rear again.

"Was that okay?"

Nina nodded. "Harder please." Oswin smacked her again. "Oh yes. Harder." Oswin raised her hand and after another momentary pause brought it down. There was a loud crack and Nina made a cute little gasp and bit her bottom lip. "Like that, yes, harder, spank me spank me."

Oswin liked the reaction she was getting. She spanked Nina, three quick smacks. Nina squirmed and moaned. Oswin loved it so she kept spanking her, sometimes hitting Nina's bum extra hard to get an especially loud response from her.

It quickly became obvious to Oswin why people liked to spank their partners. It was fun. It felt playful, there was a warm happy feeling in her chest and a warm wet feeling between her legs. Nina responded with noises of pure pleasure, her body language speaking of lust. Nina's nice derriere was turning pale red. It was very sexy.

Oswin moved her non-spanking hand up the inside of Nina's thigh. She spanked her again then put her hand to the blonde's sex. Oswin Oswald was surprised, pleasantly, at how wet Nina was. She was sure she'd never felt her wetter.

"You weren't kidding when you said spanking really turns you in."

"I'd never kid about such a thing," Nina purred and then gasped again when oswin gave her another firm spank. And another. And another. She found a steady rhythm, spanking every couple of seconds, at the same time the middle finger of her other hand was flicking teasingly back and forth against Nina's clit.

Nina writhed in Oswin's lap, making noises of wanton pleasure.

"Oh fuck Oswin, please I need you to fuck me, please please will you fuck me?"

"Maybe," Oswin laughed, she was getting to like the power of teasing and spanking her lover.

"Oswin!" Nina's plea was so needy Oswin wasn't cruel enough to ignore it, this time anyway. She gently pulled on Nina's hair, pulling her back off her lap. They kissed.




Nina wasn't shy about showing her appreciation for the spanking and the two orgasms Oswin had given her using her clever fingers and mouth. She pushed Oswin onto her back and pounced on her. Their lips came together, Nina tasting herself on them.

Her hands went all over Oswin's body as she made her way down it.

There was something new about the way Nina was eating her out, it was like the experience had given her an edge that she'd never known had been missing. It was incredible. Every lick, every delicious suck, and the firm, curling thrusts of Nina's fingers, was exquisite.

She came after on a couple of minutes, she came again about thirty seconds later.

In her mind, clouded by orgasmic haze, she imagined Nina in Victorian dress, bent over her knee. Oswin imagined spanking the Victorian Nina who enjoyed it as much as her own version.

"Fuck fuck fuck fuuuck!" Oswin cried, the joy spiking again, cunt quivering around Nina's three fingers.

Oswin wasn't sure how it happened but they were kissing again. She reached for Nina and gave her bottom a hard spank, then another, then a third, the hardest she'd given all night. Their kissing broke with Nina's joyous exclamation.

Writhing together they fingered each other with utter abandon, nothing in the universe matter except indulging in their lust.



When they returned to the Ecuador<\/i> it was with the knowledge that their relationship had been taken to a new level.

For months it was good. They were a couple. They were sexually fantastic together. Spanking became a regular feature of their sex.

Then came the news that Nina was being reassigned, a new posting on another Starliner.
There were tears. Oswin's heart was broken. But they decided that they would remember their time together as something good.

It was only two months after Nina's departure that an opportunity came up for Oswin to advance her career. A Junior Entertainment Officer posting on the Alaska<\/i>, and she learned that the posting was part of a training program for a new Junior Entertainment Manager on the ship.

She applied and was successful. She became Junior Entertaiment Officer on the starliner Alaska<\/i> six months later.

She would think of Nina often and they would talk sometimes, less often than she would have liked. She always meant to get together with her and catch up but things were always so busy and over time the friendship faded.



The news that the Alaska<\/i> had been lost with all hands hit Nina hard.

There was no sign of any distress beacons or escape pods. It had been lost in a vast region of space. Searches hadn't turned up any clues. There were rumours that the Alaska<\/i> might have drifted too close and ended up in Dalek controlled space but the mystery was never solved.

"You okay?" asked Leanna, Nina's girlfriend. She sat and put her arms around Nina.

Nina nodded. "Yeah there's...a friend. She was on the Alaska<\/i>."

"Oh I'm so sorry," Leanne squeezed her tight. Nina tried not to cry. She failed. After a few minutes of just holding Nina close Leanne spoke again. "Tell me about her."

And Nina did.<\/a>

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Fandom:<\/b> Doctor Who
Pairing:<\/b> Amy\/?
Rating:<\/b> 18\/NC-17
Disclaimer:<\/b> I don't own Doctor Who or any of the characters featured in this not-for-profit fic.
Summary:<\/b> This is the third in what's going to be a series of around five fics.
Content Warning:<\/b> Explicit f\/f Sex
Notes:<\/b> Set between series 6 and 7 of the current run. It's not 100% vital you read the first twi parts to appreciate the third the gist of the the first two parts is mentioned in this one. First part is here<\/a>. The second is here<\/a>


The TARDIS landed. Amy didn't want to get out.

"Right Ponds, here we are safe and sound again," the Doctor dashed around the control console, flicking switches as he want then twiddled something that looked like it was made out of lego.

"So when should we expect you next? Amy asked.

"I thought you'd have learned by now, always expect mt. But I'd say maybe a week or so..." the Doctor waved his hands at her as if to swat away the question. Then he pretended to be busy thoughtfully fiddling about with a little dial.

"You said that last time and it was a month."

"A week, a month, same difference. Now chop chop, I've got a date to be getting to."

"With our daughter I hope," Rory said. Amy loked at him and had a little pang of love for him. He really was cute when he was being protective of their grown up little girl.

"Yes of course. It's out anniversary apparently. At least that's what she said, for her anyway."

The Doctor waffled on and neither Amy or Rory were really listening. They both were thinking about what it was going to be like at home. Together.

Things had not been too good between them. Arguments. Upsets. Huffs.

And Amy was having an affair with her anonymous admirer.

After more stalling and the Doctor launching off on a tangent about the one hundred year long anniversary party thrown by Emperor Zarblezerble for his beloved wife (the last decade was a display of hedonism famed throughout the universe) they bid him farewell.

The familiar rasp of the TARDIS' departure as the two of them waved signaled the end of another adventure with the Doctor and their return to real life.

Amy and Rory went inside.

It had become a bit of a ritual to have a catch up on what they'd missed when they came home. Rory put the telly on. Amy went and made tea. She handed a mug to Roray and then sat on the other end of the sofa.

"Six days this time," Rory said. He changed the channel to the news.

Amy grabbed her laptop and checked her emails. There were a few offers of modeling jobs. SHe dismissed the first few, one was for porn, some others for 'artistic nudes'. The first one that looked interesting was a shoot up in Manchester for a rock magazine.

Amy specifically avoided contacting her anonymous lover.

It had started six weeks ago. She had started getting texts from an unknown number. After some back and forth she'd learned that Anon was female. One thing led to another, flirting to sexting. After three weeks of filthy exchanges Amy had gone to meet her.
They had met twice now. Both times Amy had experienced some wonderful orgasms at the hands of the mystery woman.

Her last text had been a message just as the Doctor arrived, telling Anon that she was going to be out of contact for a while and would text her when she got back. For Amy and Rory that had been away only for a day and a half.

A couple of hours after they had settled in the living room the phone rang. Rory answered it and spent a few minutes talking. When he hung up he looked to his wife. "That was the hospital, they want me to go in and cover for Claudia, she called in sick."

"Okay. How long?"

"Six hour shift."

"Sure you're up to it?" Usually a trip with the Doctor took a few days to recover from.

"I'll be fine," Rory nodded.

There was an awkward moment where neither of them said anything.

"I'm going to, uh, go shower and, go."

"Help lots of people," Amy smiled.

Rory walked out of the room. Then he stepped back in. "Love you."

"Love you too."

He left again.



While Rory was out Amy took a long bath and read a book.

She relaxed and let everything that troubled her just float away fro a while.

When she got back down to the living room she noticed the little light on her phone was blinking, signifying she had a message. Instead of picking up the phone she sat and watched more tv.

She was feeling guilty. Being away again with the Doctor had seemed to make everything okay again. It was like being out there with that impossible man had taken them away from their problems. They'd even had sex together in their room on the TARDIS, the first time in months.

But now being home reality returned and so did the hurt.

So did the urge to make the hurt go away.

She finally relented and picked up the phone.

I thought you said you were going to text me when you got home.<\/i>

How do you know I'm home?<\/i> She replied.

Magic.<\/i>

Amy smiled. This was ridiculous. How could someone she knew so little about make her happy with just one stupid word?

They spent the evening trading texted back and forth. Their conversation quickly, as always, turned to sex.

Amy was in the middle of masturbating when she heard Rory arrive home. She quickly pulled on her pajamas and sent off a quick text to Anon: Hubby home, night night xxx<\/i>

When Rory came up she pretended to be asleep. Once she wa sure he'd drifted off she got up and went to the bathroom. Amy stripped off naked and sat on the toilet. She thought about Anon, wondered what she looked like. She closed her eyes, remembering their encounters.

Her right hand went down between her legs and she resumed masturbating, her middle finger diddling her clit as she fantasised. She imagined what might happen if she and Anon had another meeting. She imagined filthy, spectacular sex.

She bit down on a hand towel to muffle her moans as she brought herself to orgasm.

She had a glass of water, brushed her teeth and then redressed. She went back to bed and looked at Rory. She thought about waking him. She wanted to tell him she loved him so much and hated the way things were between them. But she knew now, she had learned. Love sometimes isn't enough.



"There's a shoot up in Manchester I think I'm going to do, on Monday," Amy said at breakfast. It was Friday and Rory had just explained to her that he'd agreed to work the whole weekend.

"Oh what kind of shoot?"

"Some rock magazine, I'll get to dress up all in black and look emo," she smiled.

"Think you'll have to stay the night?"

"Yeah I think so, they said they might want to do a few shots after dark."

"Okay," Rory nodded and took a sip of his coffee. "I'll see of the hospital will have me for a Monday night shift then."

Amy went shopping. She bought some basics; bread, milk, biscuits etc

She also went for some general retail therapy. She bought a new pair of shoes. Amy also went and bought new underwear. Nothing particularly fancy but some new items that made her feel cute and sexy.

When she got home she texted Anon. After a short exchange they arranged to meet up while she was in Manchester.

Amy spent the whole weekend anticipating. They texted each other, detailing the various sex acts they wanted to perform on each other. Amy was very aware that she had never been given the chance to make Anon come. She was determined that this time she would be able to give her an orgasm too.

Amy and Rory didn't really talk much over the weekend. Rory worked long shifts and was very tired when he got home. He seemed to be enjoying the work though. Amy caught up with a few friends for lunch on Saturday. It was hard to maintain friendships with a secret as massive as the Doctor in her life, it was tricky to excuse the often random disappearances.



Come Monday she packed her bad and she caught a train to Manchester. She read and listened to music the whole way.
The shoot itself was fun. She wore a raven black wig, black lipstick and a variety of dark dresses and corsets.

Afterwards she grabbed a bite to eat and spent some time wandering around the streets near the hotel. She returned at six o'clock and waited. She checked her phone almost constantly until she realised she was doing it and forced herself not to obsess. She showered.

She tried to watch some tv but it was all crap so she passed the time with one of her favourite activities: Masturbation.



At about eight o'clock, while she was reading and enjoying a glass of wine, her phone signaled her that she had a message.

Ready for some fun sexy?<\/i>

She replied immediately: Yes<\/i><\/span>

Remember the drill from last time?<\/i>

Yes<\/i>

After a minute Anon replied with just a room number.

As with their last meeting after she knocked on the door Anon texted her telling her to come right in and lock the door. Then Anon told her to get naked and put on the blindfold and she would be out soon.

Amy glaced over to the bathroom where she knew Anon was. Remember this time you're getting orgasms too.<\/i>

I remember.<\/i>

Amy undressed and sent Anon a final text telling her she was ready. Then she put the blindfold on and positioned herself on the bed.

Anon was a dirty rotten tease. Amy had learned this already so she wasn't surprised that she didn't come out right away.

When Anon entered Amy wished she could have seen her face, her reaction to Amy's display.

Amy was on her back, feet flat on the bed, legs open. She was fingering herself with the middle and index digits of her right hand. As she heard Anon approaching she gave an exaggerated moan.

"I'm ready for you lover." She kept going, knowing Anon was watching her every move. She tried to imagine her eyes on her. She imagined that she was some beautiful goddess, an angel of sex, and she was performing for that divine creature.

She felt Anon's eyes on her and she felt sexy.

After a couple of minutes she heard movement and felt the bed dip as Anon got on it beside her. Anon took her hand from her pussy and took it in her mouth, sucking and licking the fingers clean.

The worse, and best, thing about these sexy get-togethers was that Amy had no idea what was coming. Anon could do anything she wanted and Amy would never see it coming. So far everything had been perfect but Amy wanted to know. She wanted to see what was going to happen next. She wanted to see who her lover was.

Anon kissed her. Amy kissed her back. It was soft and lovely and there was tongue and Amy put her arms around the other woman. This was the first time she had touched her. It felt good.

The mystery woman quickly moved down, kissing her neck then her breasts. Anon switched back and forth between Amy's nipples, sucking harder each time then carried on down.

"This time is meant to be about making you come," Amy said. Anon, as always, said nothing. Instead she put her hand to the redhead's heat, going right for her clit. "Seriously. Seriously. This ...this is supposed to be...about..." Amy's protests were cut off as Anon replaced her hand with her mouth. It was a perfect, exquisitely talented mouth. Anon sucked and licked and touched, and it felt so very good and the pleasure was getting more and more intense.

Anon ate her out better than she had imagined possible.

Amy came.

Then they were kissing again, Anon pulling sharply on her nipples, hard enough to be oh so deliciously painful.

"Your turn," Amy said, her right hand following the curve of Anon's back to her hip and then round to her cunt. After a few seconds Anon moved, Amy kept her hand where it was, stroking up and down Anon's slit with her fingers.

While Amy couldn't see she followed Anon's lead. Her lover positioned herself with her knees either side of Amy's head, straddling her face. Amy's hands were on her hips. Amy was pretty sure Anon was holding onto the headboard of the bed.

"Yes, let me taste you, come here and let me have that pussy, I'm going to make you come so hard, so fucking hard."

Anon lowered herself to Amy's mouth.

Amy slowly mapped Anon's pussy with her tongue, exploring the new territory like an adventurer in older times. She traced around her labia several times then licked up between the wet lips. There was a muffled moan from Anon. Amy wondered why it was muffled but instead of dwelling on questions Anon wouldn't answer she focused. She wanted to be as good as Anon had been for her.

Anon rolled her hips, Amy lightly scratched up and down the backs of her thighs as she grew bolder, swiping further into Anon's intimacy then sucked on her clit. She flicked her tongue up and down against it.

The muffled moaning got louder, the back and forth motions of Anon's hips faster, more urgent.

Amy moved her right hand to Anon's ass, squeezing and massaging. She sucked harder scraping her clit between her teeth which made Anon moaning higher, louder, but still muffled. Amy resumed tonguing the sensitive nub and without thinking about it gave Anon a firm spank.

Anon made an even louder noise, and though she couldn't be sure Amy thought that Anon had just climaxed. She eased off her assault on Anon's clit and dipped her tongue into her entrance, where the flavour of her cunt was strongest and most delicious.

The mystery woman dismounted her face.

"I want more, I haven't have enough of you yet." She felt Anon shifting around. Then the knees were back at the side of her head, this time pressing against her shoulders. Anon had turned around. Amy shuffled further down the bed to give Anon a little more leg room.

She felt Anon's hands on her breasts. She reached up to cup Anon's boobs but Anon took her hand and instead directed it down, taking her hand and putting it between her own legs. Anon pinched and rolled Amy's nipple.

Amy touched herself again, she figured Anon must have enjoyed it last time to ask for a repeat performance. Anon's cunt came back down to her mouth and Amy immediately went to work again.

Anon pulled hard on her nipple, stretching it until Amy cried out against Anon's heat. Anon released it and her hand immediately went to the other breast.

Amy rapidly toyed with her own clit as she lapped at her mystery lover's pussy, hissing and gasping whenever Anon tweaked her nipples with particular harshness. Finally in response she latched onto Anon's clit and ignoring any risk of it being too intense sucked and sucked and sucked. She used her mouth, tongue and teeth with wanton abandon.

That muffled noise of orgasmic pleasure came again and just after it Anon took her by surprise again.

The slap was hard, a sharp sting that at the same time sent a jolt of pleasure sparking out through her body from her cunt.

"Fuck!" Amy groaned. Anon slapped her pussy again, then again. Anon quickly moved off of Amy. The redhead almost tore her blindfold free but remembered at the last moment Anon's promise that if she ever did it that they would never meet again. Breaking that rule would end their affair.

Anon roughly pushed her thighs apart and clapped her hand to her labia again, this time leaving it there and grinding her palm against her .

"Fucking hell that hurt," Amy panted, thrusting her hips keenly. "Do it again."

Anon smacked Pond's snatched three times in quick succession then brought her mouth back to it. She jabbed two fingers into Amy's slick entrance and fucked her furiously. Amy cried out constant encouragement.

There was no art of care to what Anon was doing. There was only the relentless pleasurable assault on Amy's cunt by the incredible mystery woman.

The anonymous object of Amy's lust added a third finger and after a third of a minute brought her to a loud, shuddering climax.



Amy woke to the sound of her phone buzzing. She had received a text.

After their meeting, exhausted and aching in places she never knew she could ache, Amy had returned to her room and crashed out on the bed.

She looked at her phone. It was on the pillow next to hers.

She smelled of sex and was still aching. Amy rolled onto her back and looked up at the ceiling. She rubbed her eyes.

Last night had been a fantasy. An escape. It had been as much of a departure from her real life as the trip with the Doctor had been.

Amy glanced at the clock. It was almost eleven. Check-out was at noon.

She got out of bed. She didn't look at the phone. Amy showered. She turned the heat up as high as she could stand it. She washed herself.

After drying and dressing Amy got her stuff together and finally picked up the phone. Text me when you get home xxx <\/i>was the message Anon had left her.

Amy smiled. She didn't feel the gnawing guilt anymore. She realised that this was what she needed. An escape. Some time where she felt good about herself, felt sexy and got to act out the kind of sexual fantasies she'd always wanted.

She decided that she would text Anon when she got home. She decided that she didn't want this fantasy to end any time soon.
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Fandom:<\/b> Doctor Who
Pairing:<\/b> Clara\/Nina
Rating:<\/b> 18\/NC-17
Disclaimer:<\/b> I don't own Doctor Who or any of the characters featured in this not-for-profit fic.
Summary:<\/b> Written in response to a prompt at Eleventy_Kink<\/a>. Prompt was "Clara\/Nina - Actual Lesbian Girlfriend Nina. I don't care if it's reincarnated reunion sex or non-smutty adventures aboard the TARDIS or trying to talk the Doctor out of giving them bunk beds, just... lesbians, pretty please?" This is a sequel to my previous fic "Kissing and More"<\/a> It's not absolutely neccesary to read that first but this fic does make reference to it.
Content Notes:<\/b> Explicit f\/f Sex
Notes:<\/b> Some spoilers for Early Season Seven\/The Snowmen



"You know if you're going to keep being that amazing at that this you're going to make me addicted," Nina Lee said. 

Clara Oswald smiled and she brought her hand, coated in her lover's juices, to her mouth and licked them. "I think I could get addicted to this." 

They curled together, facing each other, Nina draped her leg over Clara's. They kissed and then just held each other. Content. Warm. Satisfied. 

"What are you thinking?" Nina asked <\/span>

Clara gave her a questioning look <\/span>

"You look thoughtful. What are you thinking?" <\/span>

"It's silly." 

"Oh good, I like silly, didn't you notice?" Nina gave her a warm smile <\/span>

"You know when we're together..." 

"I have some recollection," Nina shifted her hand down the curve of Clara's back to rest on her hip. "You might have to remind me though." She had a look in her eye that Clara had come to recognise. 

"You really are insatiable aren't you." 

"You my dear are entirely to blame." 

Clara blushed. "When we're together, do you ever get deja vu?" 

"What do you mean?" 

"I don't really know. I can't put my finger on it," Clara tried to figure out how to express the thoughts and feelings she'd been experiencing since meeting Nina. "The very first time I saw you I thought I recognised you. I knew I'd never seen you before, but it was there. I know it sounds insane. For a moment, not even that, half a moment, I knew you. I knew everything about you. Then it was gone. But I wanted it back. So I talked to you." 

"I'm glad you did." 

"Me too." Clara shifted slightly, moving her face closer to Nina's. "I've felt it again, a few times. Usually when you make me come." 

"I've never felt that. I kinda wish I did though, sounds cool." 

Clara looked into her lover's lovely blue eyes. She saw no sign Nina had freaked out in the slightest by her odd revelation. They kissed and held each other until they both drifted off to a peaceful sleep. 


***<\/div>

Clara dreamed.<\/span>

It was a confusing jumble of thoughts and images and feelings. 

There was a man who lived on a cloud. In a box. A big blue box. The man had a chin worthy of it's own poetry. 

And for some reason Clara was wearing an old dress. Like something a Victorian might wear. 

Then she was somewhere else. 

Sometime before the box, the strange man and the cloud she could walk on. 

She was wearing another Victorian dress. She was outside a pub. The name on the sign was The Rose and Crown<\/i>. She went inside. She made comments to the regulars like they were old friends. And they were. Clara realised she knew these people. 

At some point it stopped being a dream and became more like a memory.

While she was serving a woman came in. She was on her own and Clara set eyes on her and it was like she had known her all her life. 

The woman was Nina <\/span>

They'd got talking. 

Nina was a bit flirty. Clara was surprised to find herself flirting back.

A week later Clara had found herself in Nina's bedroom.

Flirting led to kissing. Kissing that was wonderful. Clara kissed a girl for the first time and it was magical.

Kissing led to undressing.

They were eager to shed the clothing that was in the way of their touches.

Nina was sexy in a way she'd never imagined before. She was beautiful, her blonde hair and blue eyes and her lovely naked body were just delicious.

After a lot of kissing and touching Nina led her to the bed.

With Clara on her back the blonde kissed down her body, paying special attention to her breasts. Nina paid seemed so captivated by her body. She seemed to find Clara as attractive as she found Nina. She was taking her time.

Nina continued going down her body. "What are you doing?"

"Exactly what you think I'm doing," Nina said with a grin, looking up at her. Clara offered no resistance as the blonde progressed down, hands running along the inside of her thighs. "Your sex is very pretty," she said her fingers brushing over her lower lips, running through her dark patch of pubic hair.

"Thank you," Clara said nervously. She wanted to be touched, she needed to feel Nina's hands on her most intimate area, and she needed her mouth too.

Nina leaned in and ran her tongue up between the folds of Clara's pussy.

Clara moaned.

***<\/div>

There was a disjointed moment. And then she was somewhere else. But Nina was still there. Nina was still exactly where she had been.

Nina steadily lapped faster, probing a little deeper into Oswin's slick slit.

"Oh fuck that feels so good," Oswin hissed and spread her legs further. Nina swiped over her clit and Oswin cried out louder. Nina's right hand moved up the inside of her new lover's thigh, fingernails lightly scratching. When she reached Clara's wetness she circled her channel with her index finger.

"You're so wet," Nina said then flicked her tongue over her clit again. "You taste so good." She slid her finger inside, circling Clara's clitoris as she delved deeper. She pulled the finger out then back in, adding her middle finger.

Clara raised her hips, eager for more.

Nina switched to a side to side motion with her tongue as she increased the pace with her fingers

"Oh yes oh yes."

Outside it was raining. The thought crossed her mind that it was raining because she was crying. But she wasn't crying. Far from it.

The thought disappeared when Nina sucked on her clit in a most extraordinarily satisfying way. Every thrust of her fingers and every suck and every stroke with her tongue brought Clara closer to her peak.

Breathing in gasps, moaning and whispering the kind of things her mother would have given her a spanking for when she was younger. The thought crossed her mind that maybe Nina would give her an altogether different kind of spanking.

They were in Nina's quarters on the starliner Ecuador<\/i>, currently docked in New Brighton.

Nina found just the right spot, and just the right rhythm to her tonguing. Oswin let her know about it, hands grasping at the blonde's hair, moaning louder, telling her to keep going, begging her not to stop because she was about to...

Orgasm.

At the very peak of it she felt again what she had when she had first seen Nina across the bar in the pub on the top deck of the ship. Behind her had been a view of the Guinea Pig nebula, a beautiful sight, but Oswin had been taken aback by the sight of Nina rather than the cosmic wonder.

Then as now she had had a profound sense of deja vu.

Nina making her come for the first time, but for the first time in different times and different places. Which made no sense at all.

And she dreamed of dying.

She heard the words "Run you clever boy. And remember." It was her voice. But she had no idea what the words meant or where they came from.

And then she died.

She died twice.

***<\/div>

Clara's eyes snapped open. She remembered the dream. She saw Nina and wanted to tell her about it. But she looked so peaceful.

Within a matter of seconds the dream was fading. Clara tried to hold onto one idea, the box on the cloud, but as she did the other details became smoke that drifted into forgetfulness.

After a while Nina's eyes opened and she smiled at Clara. "Morning sexy." She shifted to snuggled in close to the brunette. They were both nude. Clara had been surprised at how much she enjoyed sleeping naked with it was with Nina.

"Sleep well?" Clara asked.

"Very. I think it was something to do with all the orgasms I had beforehand. How about you?"

"Some strange dreams," Clara replied. "I can’t really remember them though. I'm sure you were in them."

"Oh was I?" she smirked. "Maybe we can find a way to jog your memory..."

Clara smiled, Nina's body language was easy to read, the glint in her eyes impossible to ignore. Thoughts of dreams, or memories, were quickly put aside as the other woman moved in closer still. Their lips were millimeters apart, they were sharing the same breaths, their eyes locked.

"This is insane," Clara whispered. "You're a girl."

"Glad you noticed."

"It amazes me that something I never imagined before could be so good."

"It amazes me I'm lucky enough to be your first."

Together they closed the gap, mouths coming together. Warm and soft and lacking completely in any pressure or urgency. Their kisses were easy and relaxed.

Clara felt this little cosy ball of happy in her chest.

She wasn't sure how long they spent kissing It seemed like a long time but also not nearly long enough. She made a low whimpering noise when Nina pulled back. Nina got out of bed and Clara admired her nude form. She still had not got over the sight of Nina being naked. She was gorgeous.

"Where you going?" Clara demanded.

"Shower," Nina replied as she stretched. Clara's eyes gave her another once over as she did. She was all feminine curves and sexiness. She started towards the bedroom door and looked over her shoulder as she left the room. "You can join me if you like."

It was possibly the fastest Clara had ever gotten out of bed in her life.

Nina giggled as she dashed into the bathroom, Clara hot on her heals. Clara shut the door as Nina opened the door to the walk in shower and pressed the button to turn it on.

As the water warmed up she turned to Clara and they kissed again, arms going around each other. They lost themselves in kissing and the feel of their bodies together.

"I never get bored of that," Nina sighed as the kissing came to a stop.

"Me neither."

Nina took Clara by the hand and led her into the shower. The shower was built into the left wall of the cubical. Clara closed the glass door behind them. There was more than enough room for two.

They stood facing each other, the spray against Nina's back, steam rising around them.

"You turn me on so much," Nina said, "here." She took hold of Clara's hand again and directed it down between her legs. "Feel that, feel how wet you make me."

Clara slid her fingers back and forth between Nina's neither lips. She was very wet indeed, and Clara could feel her own arousal building.

"I've felt you wetter," Clara said, her middle finger teasing Nina's entrance then sweeping back to her clit, brushing over it. "I can make you wetter." With her other hand she cupped one of of the blonde's full breasts, the pad of her thumb darting back and forth over the hard nipple.

They turned, a little awkwardly given the space, so they were side on to the shower head, water raining down on both of them. Clara pushed Nina back against the tile wall, pinching her nipple as she did. Nina gasped, "cold!"<\/span>

"You'll warm up soon enough," Clara said and kissed her, feeling bold she slipped her tongue into Nina's accepting mouth, pinching her nipple again and using her middle finger to flick her clit from side to side.<\/span>

Nina's arms were under Clara's hands on her shoulders, holding on for dear life as Clara diddled her clit faster and faster. She moaned freely as Ms Oswald's lips moved down to her neck. The sensation of the water hitting and cascading down her body adding to the pleasures her lover was causing.<\/span>

Clara pinched and slightly twisted Nina's nipple in the way she knew she really liked. She smiled as she heard a confirming cry from the blonde.<\/span>

"Like that, just like that," Nina said, fingernails digging into Clara's shoulders. Clara maintained the same pace and pressure on Nina's clitoris, kissing and sucking at her neck then earlobe.<\/span>

"Clara, Clara, Clara," she chanted her name as if summoning some orgasmic goddess.<\/span>

Nina gave a high pitched squeal as she climaxed.<\/span>

She wasted little time in switching their positions. They kissed passionately as Nina's hands went to Clara's tits. She simultaneously caressed both boobs then pinched her nipples. They kept kissing while Nina toyed with Clara's breasts.<\/span>

Soon her hands moved down her wet skin, the left one settling on her hip while the right slipped between her thighs. After a few teasing seconds Nina went straight for her center, two fingers plunging in deep.

Nina fingered her quickly and deeply. They kissed between Clara's cries and panting breaths. All around them was steam and heat, water sheening their naked flesh.

Clara briefly thought of rain.

Then she thought of how good Nina's fingers felt, how wonderfully skilled the other woman was at getting just the right spots with every thrust.

She saw water trailing down the glass of the door and thought that she remembered rain against the window with a similar pattern. Through the window had been a futuristic city.

Nina curled her fingers and after a few more hard strokes Clara loudly moaned, her cunt clenching, her legs quivering.

They soaped each other up with shower gel, giggling and joking and kissing the whole time they washed each other.

Eventually they shut off the water and got out. Grabbing towels. They dried themselves and got dressed.

Hand in hand they went down the stairs and Nina made breakfast while they talked.

Clara didn't think of the dream again for the rest of the day. Like so many others it was lost to the night.

<\/a>

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Fandom:<\/b> Doctor Who
Pairing:<\/b> Clara\/Nina
Rating:<\/b> 18\/NC-17
Disclaimer:<\/b> I don't own Doctor Who or any of the characters featured in this not-for-profit fic.
Summary:<\/b> Originally written in response to a prompt at Eleventy_Kink<\/a>. Prompt was "Clara\/Nina - Actual Lesbian Girlfriend Nina. I don't care if it's reincarnated reunion sex or non-smutty adventures aboard the TARDIS or trying to talk the Doctor out of giving them bunk beds, just... lesbians, pretty please?"
Content Notes:<\/b> Explicit f\/f Sex
Notes <\/b>Some spoilers for Early Season Seven\/The Snowmen

AO3 Link<\/a>



"I've never done this before."

"Never?"

Clara shook her head. "Never."

"Not even kissing?"

"Not even kissing. Can we do more of the kissing? I like it so far."

"Just like?" Nina raised her eyebrow.

"Adore."

"Adore is a good word, I like adore."

"Kissing?"

"Yes. Lots more kissing."

Nina was straddling Clara's lap, with Clara sitting on her sofa. Nina leaned in again and pressed her lips to Clara's.

Just like the last few the kiss was lovely, soft and warm and everything that Clara wanted right now. She'd never met a girl like Nina. She'd never seen a girl and immediately thought about kissing before she had seen Nina.

Nina was a couple of years older than Clara's nineteen years. She was a bit taller, with long blonde hair and a body that was all curves and yumminess.

That body being pressed against hers as they were kissing was making Clara have all kinds of thoughts she'd never had before.

"I've never done this before either." Nina said when their lips parted again. Clara didn't want their lips to be parted. She wanted more and more and more kissing. She wanted more than kissing too.

"Kissed a girl?"

"Kissed a Clara. I've kissed lots of girls. Well. A few girls anyway."

Clara hesitated, then asked the question that was burning at the tip of her tongue. "Have you ever..." She titled her head and widened her eyes.

"Mmm yes. With almost every girl I've kissed. You've figured out by now I'm a lesbian right?"

Clara nodded. "I'm not."

"I know."

"At least I don't think I am. But..."

"But?"

"Kissing," Clara replied, her eyes on Nina's wonderful lips.

When she'd first seen Nina she had felt something odd: An attraction. A spark. In that first moment she had had a feeling of familiarity, almost like déjà vu. Like she knew Nina from another life or something. For a fleeting instant she had almost called her Rory. She somehow felt that she knew Nina, new everything about her. Then the moment had passed.

Nina smiled and asked her again, long and slow, her tongue venturing sensuously into Clara's mouth. "I'm going to ask you a question, and I want you to know you can answer however you want. No pressure."

"Yes," Clara said.

"I haven't asked yet."

"I know what you want to ask. The answer is yes." Clara moved her hand down to Nina's bum and gave it a squeeze. She looked the other woman in the eyes. She licked her lips. Clara was of course nervous, but she wanted it. She wanted Nina.

Nina smiled and kissed her again. "Are you sure?"

"Stop asking or I might change my mind. Please just take me to your bedroom."

Nina got off Clara and took her by the hand. The blonde led Clara to her bedroom. It was a nice room, and when they got there there was more of the sexy kissing. They held each other close and the kisses became increasingly heated.

Finally Nina stepped back, Clara looked at her as if she'd just drowned a puppy, she didn't want the kissing to stop. Then Nina gave her the sexiest look she'd ever seen. The other woman pulled off her own top. Her full breasts were cradled within a pale pink bra. Clara stared.

"Boobs, amazing aren’t they?" Nina laghed.

"Yes," Clara dragged her eyes from the blonde's chest and up to her eyes. "They really are."

Their lips came together again, and things started to move quickly. Nina wasn't shy in the slightest and was down to just her bra and a pair of pretty floral print panties within a couple minutes.

"You need to take off some clothes," Nina said and tugged at the bottom of Clara's top. Clara raised her arms and let Nina pull it right off. She decided to take the next step herself, unbuttoning and taking off her jeans, getting rid of her socks too.

She's expected to be self conscious of for it to feel weird but it didn't. Being in her underwear with another woman was sexy not strange. She was excited, eager to explore. Clara was feeling tingles and thrills that she'd never experienced before.

Another bout of passionate kissing and they tumbled onto the bed. Their hands explored, they touched each other all over.
They enjoyed discovering each other's bodies. Clara deftly undid Nina's bra and in quick time it was gone.

Clara shuffled back a little to get a good look at Nina's boobs. The were large and roud and peaked with pale puffy nipples. "Gorgeous," Clara leaned in closer.

"You can do more than look you know," Nina said. Clara brought her hands up cupping the other woman's breasts; feeling their weight.

Their lips returned to each other as Clara's hands squeezed and caressed Nina's tits. She gently pinched the nipples, pleased by the obvious pleasure Nina was feeling. Clara had never been so utterly taken with anyone before, she couldn't get enough of the blonde's lips, every kiss was pure joy and beauty.

Nina shifted them so Clara was on her back. She reached under her, unhooking her bra. Together they got rid of the garment. Nina was as taken with Clara's boobs as Clara was with hers.
She immediately darted in and latched onto Clara's left nipple.

"Oh," Clara whimpered. Nina sucked, tongue swirling around the hardened peak in her mouth. Her hand went to Clara's other breast. She circled the nipple with her thumb before pinching. Clara made another happy noise. Nina swapped breasts, sucking and pinching a bit harder.

After lavishing much attention on her twin peaks Nina started kissing her way south, her left hand stayed up, teasing one of her nipples while her right hand went down Clara's side.

"What are you doing?" There was just a hint of nervousness in her voice.

"Exactly what you think I'm doing," Nina replied, her lips planing a line of kisses down Clara's stomach. Her hand stroked over the brunette's thigh. The thought of what was coming next was very very enticing, but at the same time it was more new territory and it was so very intimate.

Nina's hand journeyed up the inside of Clara's thigh to lightly press against the crotch of her knickers. "Why Clara I do believe you're wet."

"Your fault"

Nina rubbed her fingers up and down against the fabric between Clara's legs. Clara squirmed and widened her legs, licking her lips and looking down at Nina she was more than ready to have the woman's attention down in her private parts.

Nina used both hands to slide down Clara's knickers. She discarded them on the floor and took up position between her new lover's legs. She kissed up the inside of Clara's leg, looking up at her as she did, enjoying the anticipation she was causing.

The blonde brushed her fingertip over Clara's lower lips and up to her neat patch of dark pubic hair. She made another pass, the finger probing a little deeper. "You're very pretty," Nina said.

"Thank you," Clara's words came out as a breathy whisper. She ached to be touched properly. She desperately wanted Nina's mouth and fingers on her sex.

Nina swiped her tongue upwards between the folds of Clara's pussy, drawing a moan from her. "Tastes good too."

Clara parted her legs further and raised her hips. She looked down at the other woman, her first female lover, so beautiful, so erotic. Her eyes were a sparkling diamond blue and when she looked into them she saw lust and desire that matched her own.

"I'm glad we're doing this. I'm glad I'm doing this with you," Clara said.

"I'm very very happy I'm doing this with you," Nina purred and she traced her lover's labia with the tip of her tongue. "God I think I could just eat you up." She started lapping at Clara's slit with long slow licks using the flat of her tongue.

Clara brought one hand to her breast, pinching her nipple. Nina steadily licked faster, faster, her fingernails lightly scratching the outside of Clara's thighs.

"Oh fuck," Miss Oswald gasped when Nina's tongue brushed over her clit. Nina looked up and met her eyes. "Sorry."

"No, I liked it," Nina smiled and did it again, provoking a similar response. She brought her right hand round the curve of Clara's thigh and circled her entrance with her index finger. She teased her for a few seconds before slowly sliding the finger in.

Nina flicked Clara's clitoris once, twice, three times then pressed deeper, the finger entering her slick channel.

"More."

She withdrew her finger and just as Clara was about to protest she thrust in again, adding her middle finger too. At the same time she began rapidly flicking up and down with her tongue.

"Fuck oh fuck yes."

Nina sucked and Clara lost all ability to say anything coherent. Alternately sucking and licking Clara's clit Nina fingered her with shallow jabs. She listened for the most enthusiastic noises of pleasure from the brunette, using them to guide her. She fingered Clara fasted, going in further and when she curled her fingers just so...

"There there there, fuck right there yes!"

Keeping up her efforts with her mouth on Clara's sensitive nub Nina maintained the rhythm and angle that was making her cry out so loudly.

Clara fisted the bedsheets, her other hand pulling sharply on her nipple. She felt it. She was close, so damn close. Then Nina his just the right spot at just the right time.

Orgasm flashed through Clara's body like a supernova. Everything but pleasure was gone.

Almost everything.

Right at the very peak there was another feeling. Déjà vu again. A flicker of something. An image. A memory.

A memory of Nina between her legs makng her come. This was the first time. It was the first time again. This had happened before. This had happened over and over and over again. Different times. Different places. But always Clara Oswald. Always Nina Lee. Always. Together. Lovers. Girlfriends.

In an instant the feeling, as intense as it was, vanished, washed away by a wave of bliss.

They kissed and cuddled, Clara tasting herself on Nina's lips and she hadn't thought it possible but the kisses seemed even better than before. Tentatively Clara moved her hand down Nina's body, her wonderful, delicious body.

"Touch me," Nina whispered in Clara's ear.

Clara did. Her fingers quested under the waistband of Nina's panties and down between her legs. She slowly explored. It was different yet so familiar. They shared kisses, and Nina whispered words of encouragement and moaned when Clara found the sweetest places.

"These are in the way," Clara said and began taking off Nina's underwear. She moved down as she did. "I want to taste you."

"I think you and I are going to have a lot of fun together."

Clara's eyes settled on Nina's pussy and she moved in, putting her mouth to it.

Yes. They were definitely going to have a lot of fun together.<\/a>

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Fandom:<\/b> Doctor Who
Pairing:<\/b> Amy\/?
Rating:<\/b> 18\/NC-17
Disclaimer:<\/b> I don't own Doctor Who or any of the characters featured in this not-for-profit fic.
Summary:<\/b> Originally written in response to a prompt for the Naughty Bingo Card at Spanking World<\/a>, "Blindfold" square. This is the second in what's going to be a series of around five fics.
Warnings:<\/b> Explicit f\/f Sex, spanking
Notes:<\/b> Set between series 6 and 7 of the current run. It's not 100% vital you read the first part to appreciate the second the gist of the the first part is mentioned in this one. First part is here.<\/a>


Amy Pond had a mystery lover. Not even she knew who it was. That was what made it so exciting.

Four weeks ago she had started getting texts from a number she didn't know. Things had quickly become flirtatious, then developed to outright sexting.

Then a week ago she had met the anonymous texter. She hadn't actually laid eyes on the individual though. A blindfold had prevented her from learning the identity of her admirer. She knew only a few facts: They were female. She was dirty minded, if not dirtier, than Amy herself. And whoever she was she was very, very, good at making her come. Their meeting had proved that.

Amy of course felt guilt. She'd betrayed her husband.

But things weren't exactly roses in the marriage.

Since she'd found out he couldn't have any more kids things had been strained to say the least.

The next day after the rendezvous the texts started again. Amy ignored the first one. It had been a mistake, and mistakes shouldn't be compounded by repetition. She had to accept it for what it was a bit of fun that had gotten out of hand and was in the past now.

Playing hard to get are we?<\/i>

Amy was sitting on her bed. The one she shared with her husband. Phone in her hand she read the message again.

Guilt.

Lust.

Guilt.

Lust.

It was just texting. She didn't have to meet her again. It didn't have to be a big deal.

Even if they did meet again it was done, was it really any worse to do it again?

They way things were with Rory...she was lonely, and the texter offered her excitement, satisfaction. Both things had been missing in the months the Doctor had left her and her relationship with Rory had deteriorated.

Amy didn't text her back. She made a choice not to.

Except later that day she did reply.

There was more flirting and innuendo and two days after Amy engaged in an incredibly hot sexting session. She touched herself, then used a bullet vibrator on herself.

It took very little for Anon to convince her that they should get together again.

Amy told Rory she was going back to Leadworth for a couple of days to visit her parents. He didn't even offer to come. Amy knew he wouldn't. He had already put himself in for all the overtime he could this week.

Amy did really go visit her mum and dad. She did her best to act normal, but she couldn't help spending a lot of time thinking about the meeting she had planned for her last night away.

Anon had reserved the room. Room 47. Come straight in and lock the door.<\/i> Was the simple message telling her where to go.

Amy opened the door, closed it and locked it behind her. It was a basic room. A double bed, a tv and stand against the wall beyond the bottom of the bed and a door leading to the bathroom. The bathroom door was closed.

On the bed was a blindfold.

Amy felt a final moment of hesitation. She could still just turn around and walk out of here and go home. That would be the end of it.

Instead she put down her back. Her phone buzzed.

Clothes off. Get on the bed. Blindfold on.<\/i>

After a few seconds there was another text.

I know you feel very naughty Amy.<\/i>

She nodded. She felt naughty. She felt sexy. She felt dirty in that way what made you want to tear off your clothes and lose yourself in sex.

I think you need to be spanked tonight. Do you need to be spanked naughty girl?<\/i>

Amy smiled. It had come up a few times in their sexting back and forth that a good spank or two was very much a turn on for her. She felt a flutter in her stomach and a shiver of excitement ran up her spine.

Yes.<\/i> Amy replied. Spank me good lover.<\/i>

The reply came swiftly. Hurry up then. I want you naked and blindfolded on the bed, bum in the air for me.<\/i>

Amy stripped naked. She'd worn some of her sexiest underwear for the occasion but she could save that little show for the next time. If there was a next time.

She sat on the bed. Amy sent a final message: Don't keep me waiting.<\/i>

She put her phone down on top of the set of drawers beside the bed and then she put on the blindfold, tying it tight. She was desperate to know who her anonymous lover was, but Anon had made it clear that if she didn't wear the blindfold she didn't get fucked.

Amy got on her front, hands on the pillow. She leaned forward, resting her head on her hands and raising her ass in the air.

Waiting, she listened. There was the sound of movement from the bathroom. It was a struggle for Amy to resist taking off the blindfold and looking. She wanted to know who it was. But even more she wanted the woman's hands on her. Touching her, pleasuring her, and yes, spanking her.

The bathroom door opened. Amy turned her head towards the sound even through she couldn't see a thing. “I'm ready,” she said.

Anon didn't reply. Amy didn't expect she would. But she heard her approaching. She faced forward again, raising her bottom higher in anticipation of the evening's activities getting started.

But nothing happened. She could hear her own and her mystery lover's breathing. But there was nothing else. No movement.

“Touch me, please.” Amy said, she raised hard ass higher. “I'm all yours.”

There was movement and Amy prepared herself for the smack that was coming.

But it didn't come.

“I've been a bad girl. I need you to spank me.”

Nothing.

She was about to speak again when she instead gasped. A finger brushed along the outside of her right foot. It slowly traced up along the back of her calf then stopped to stroke the back of her knee. There was a whisper of breath at her other foot then a tongue, mirroring the path the finger had taken.

Amy made a 'mmmm' sound when the tongue reached the back of her knee.

The tongue left her and the finger resumed it's journey up, stroking up the back of her thigh, then over her buttock. Just a single finger and it was wonderful. But Amy wanted more more more. She hadn't come here to be teased.

The finger made a path across her lower back then down between her asscheeks. Just before the finger reached her asshole Anon withdrew it.

Anon's mouth returned to the back of her left leg. Amy felt the bed shift as Anon got on it. Her mouth again mirrored the path the finger had taken. She lightly kissed and licked the back of Amy's thigh, moving steadily upwards.

Okay, maybe teasing wasn't what she had come for but boy it was good.

Anon's tongue slid down between Amy's buttocks and then just before reaching her asshole the tongue stopped.

Smack!

Amy hissed and moaned as Anon spanked her again.

“Yes yes, harder.”

Anon did as she asked, switching to her other cheek and giving her three firm smacks, the third was particularly stinging.

Amy grinned. Her whole body felt alive. She felt good. She felt naughty, she felt oh so wickedly sexy. Not being able to see, only being able to feel made it seem all the more intense.

“I'm a bad bad girl,” Amy moaned.

Anon spanked her again, then again, alternating buttocks with firm consistent strikes.

Then it stopped. Amy didn't want it to stop. She was so horny.

She felt Anon's hand on the inside of her thigh, moving up, pushing her legs apart a little. Amy was happy to. She was frustrated when instead of making it to her heat the hand withdrew. Before she could voice her displeasure Anon slapped her again, this time between the legs.

Amy cried out, and then squealed as Anon smacked her cunt again.

This time her hand stayed there, fingers finding Amy's clit and rubbing vigorously. Amy gripped the sheets with both hands, whimpering a colourful array of expletives. After about thirty seconds of steady, wonderful focus on Amy's clitoris Anon repositioned her hand, sliding two fingers into the redhead's pussy.

With her other hand Anon resumed spanking. With every deep, urgent thrust she also gave Amy's bottom a strict whack.

Anon fucked her harder, faster and added a third finger. She relented slightly with the spanking, giving Amy three rapid smacks, rubbing the area for a few seconds before choosing a new spot on her ass and repeating the process.

Amy's moans and cries of pleasure reached new vulgar heights and with a long drawn out “Fuuuuuck!” she climaxed.

As she caught her breath Amy could hear sucking and licking noises, she had no doubt Anon was making a show of cleaning her fingers.

Directing her with her hands Anon rolled Amy onto her back and pushed her legs apart. Amy's pleasure wasn't over yet.



After the third orgasm Anon returned to the bathroom. A buzzing from her phone told Amy it was time to take off the blindfold.

She did so, setting it aside on the bed and picked up her phone.



Amy spent the night in a room a few doors down. Tonight was not the night for uncovering the identity of her mystery lover. Anon had arranged for this other room for her to sleep in.

Amy Pond slept soundly, satisfied and sated.<\/a>"},{"id":"urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:swan_secrets:14753","link":[{"@attributes":{"rel":"alternate","type":"text\/html","href":"https:\/\/swan-secrets.livejournal.com\/14753.html"}},{"@attributes":{"rel":"self","type":"text\/xml","href":"https:\/\/swan-secrets.livejournal.com\/data\/atom\/?itemid=14753"}}],"title":"\"Texts\", Doctor Who, Amy\/?","published":"2012-12-19T23:58:13Z","updated":"2013-01-13T15:58:03Z","category":[{"@attributes":{"term":"amy pond"}},{"@attributes":{"term":"18+"}},{"@attributes":{"term":"doctor who"}},{"@attributes":{"term":"nc-17"}},{"@attributes":{"term":"amy\/anon"}},{"@attributes":{"term":"kink bingo"}}],"content":"Title:<\/b> "Texts"
Fandom:<\/b> Doctor Who
Pairing:<\/b> Amy\/?
Rating:<\/b> 18\/NC-17
Disclaimer:<\/b> I don't own Doctor Who or any of the characters featured in this not-for-profit fic.
Summary:<\/b> Originally written for Kink Bingo, "Anonymity" This is the first in what's going to be a series of around five fics.
Warnings:<\/b> Explicit f\/f Sex
Notes:<\/b> Set between series 6 and 7 of the current run.



The text messages had been, to say the very least, filthy.

Amy had no idea who they were from, it was a number she didn't recognize. She tried calling it but whoever it was never picked up. If she asked by text she got a promise that they'd be getting together soon enough.

For three weeks they exchanged texts. Suggestiveness turned to flirting turned to sexting. The only Amy knew about her mysterious admirer was it was someone who knew what she looked like. She also knew they were female. They talked about being wet for her and described in great detail how they pleasured themselves.

And there were hints and promises that the mystery texter intended to turn words to reality.

Then came the message Amy had been simultaneously hoping for and dreading: We're meeting tonight.<\/i>

Rory was going out, he had a stag night to go to. That meant Amy could go out too. They had been going out separately a lot lately.

Oh are we?<\/i> Amy replied.

Yes.<\/i>

Amy bit her bottom lip. It had all been very thrilling exchanging dirty texts, but now that the meeting might actually happen she wasn't sure.

The phone vibrated again. She checked the screen and there was the name of a bar in town. Not exactly a classy place either.

What makes you think I'm going to come?

Oh I know you're going to cum Pond.<\/i>

Amy couldn't help but smile. The phone vibrated once more. P.S wear a skirt xxx<\/i>


Come ten o'clock Amy was going into the bar. It was pretty busy. She was wearing a short black skirt and a fairly conservative blue vest top.

She looked round but saw no one she recognised, and no one seemed to be paying her any special attention. She went to the bar and ordered a double vodka and lemonade. She sat at a table by herself and sipped at her drink. The mystery texter had told her to be there by ten. Where were they? Were they here now? She looked around again and while there were a couple of good looking girls, and guys, they weren't looking her way. Maybe this was all some elaborate practical joke.

Are you here or keeping me waiting?<\/i> Amy texted.

There was no immediate reply. Maybe this had been a bad idea. Maybe she shouldn't have come.

Buzz. Buzz. Both. I promise it's worth the wait.<\/i>

Amy set the phone down scanning the room again. Who was it?

After another ten minutes and most of her drink was gone there was another text: Come round the back. Behind the bins.<\/i>

She stared at the screen. So this was it. She was going to finally meet the woman who'd been making her horny as a bunny in spring for the last three weeks. Amy downed the rest of her drink, eyes still on her phone, on the only connection to the mystery woman.

Pond made her decision. She stood, picked up her handbag, and left the bar. She made her way around the back, down the alley between the bar and the building next door.

The back was lit by a single light, there were a lot of shadowy areas. There were parking spaces for space and there were big commercial bins against the back of the building.

"Hello?" Amy said. She couldn't see any sign that anyone else was back here. Her phone buzzed. She took it out of her bag. Put both hands against the wall beside the bins. Don't look round. If you look I'll stop and you'll never hear from me again.<\/i>

There was another moment of hesitation. But Amy had come this far. She wasn't going to back out now. She stood in front of the brickwork beside the bins, standing far enough away that she couldn't smell them too much.

She stepped forward and put her hands flat on the wall.

Footsteps. Light and slow.

Amy was tempted to look round. She thought of all the things the mystery texter had sent her. The erotic words. The promise of pleasures. The person responsible was right behind her, and she didn't have a clue who it was.

Her phone pulsed in her hand. She took her hand off the wall and looked at the screen. I'm going to tuck a blindfold into your skirt. Put it on. Don't look. Put the phone away and bag on the ground.<\/i>

Amy put her phone in her bag. The footsteps had stopped. She put the bag on the ground then stood again, both hands against the wall. The texter moved closer. Amy felt her breath on the back of her neck and felt her putting the blindfold down the back of her skirt.

The anonymous person stepped back.

Amy reached around her back and took the blindfold. She positioned it over her eyes and tied it and then put her hands back on the wall.

After a few seconds there were hands on her body. On her waist. Amy remained still as the two hands moved up her sides, then around to cup her breasts through her top and bra.

"Who are you?" Amy asked. But she got no answer. The hands gently squeezed her tits. Then they moved and the hands went up
to her shoulders, holding her and applying pressure. It was clear Anon wanted her to turn around so she did.

Anon urged her back against the wall. Amy couldn't see a thing through the blindfold but she could hear Anon breathing, feeling them close against her. She felt her breath on her face.

Then a tongue flicked over her bottom lip.

"Who are you?" Amy asked again. Instead of replying Anon kissed her. Anon's identity as a woman was confirmed, her lips were soft and warm. Amy parted her lips, deepening the kiss, allowing Anon to slip her tongue into her mouth.

She reached out and put her hands on Anon's waist as they made out, slow wet kisses. Anon's left hand went up under her top, caressing her breast. She pulled the cup of her bra down to pinch her nipple.

Amy moaned. Anon sucked on her bottom lip then kissed ac her face to her ear, licking the shell before sucking on the lobe.
Anon's other hand was moving down and under her skirt before moving back up.

Amy whimpered as the unknown woman moved her lips to her neck and sucked right where she liked it the most.

Then Anon's hand was between her legs, palm against her crotch, rocking her hand back and forward. Amy shifted her hips to match the motion, eager for more friction.

Anon pinched the captured nipple harder, and added a little bite to her kissing at Amy's neck.

"Oh oh..." Amy sighed and she could feel her underwear was getting wet against her most intimate flesh.

Just when she thought she couldn't take it anymore Anon finally pushed the damp fabric of Amy's knickers aside and slid two fingers in, her middle and ring finger, pressing the heat of her hand against the top of Amy's pussy.

The fingers entered so very easily.

Amy was wet. Really wet. Something about the mystery and those messages and the way this woman seemed to know exactly how to touch her.

Their lips met again, this time hot and passionate as Anon started to fuck her with her fingers. The stokes were firm and deep, causing the heal of her hand to grind against Amy's clit.

Amy moaned between kisses. Anon's hand got faster. She pinched Amy's nipple, pulling on it. The Scot thrust her hips, the pleasure building, building...building.

As promised in so many texts Amy's orgasm was fucking amazing. She was surprised her cries didn't bring patrons pouring from the bar to find out what was going on.

When her cunt stopped quivering Anon withdrew her fingers. She brought the wet digits up between hers and Amy's lips. Together they licked and sucked Amy's juices between more sweet kisses.

After a few more minutes of kissing Amy moved her hand down, heading to return the favour. Anon stopped her and guided Amy to turn around again to face the wall. She put her hands on top of Amy's, putting them against the wall and put just enough pressure on them to let Amy knew to keep them there.

Amy wanted to tear off the blindfold and look at the mystery woman. But she didn't. She wanted to know but at the same time not knowing was a bit part of what made it so hot.

Footsteps again, this time going away.

She waited for a minute or so before taking off the blindfold. She rearranged her bra, smoothed down her top and shifted her underwear back into place. She leaned against the wall and ran her hand through her hair. She laughed. It was crazy. It was unreal. But it had happened. She'd just been fingered round the back of a bar by a complete stranger.

And she was okay with it. More than okay.


It was six months later, following four further encounters that Amy found out the identity of her anonymous lover...

<\/a>"},{"id":"urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:swan_secrets:14487","link":[{"@attributes":{"rel":"alternate","type":"text\/html","href":"https:\/\/swan-secrets.livejournal.com\/14487.html"}},{"@attributes":{"rel":"self","type":"text\/xml","href":"https:\/\/swan-secrets.livejournal.com\/data\/atom\/?itemid=14487"}}],"title":"\"Discipline\", Spooks, (Beth\/Ruth)","published":"2012-12-01T17:17:43Z","updated":"2012-12-01T17:27:44Z","category":[{"@attributes":{"term":"18+"}},{"@attributes":{"term":"beth\/ruth"}},{"@attributes":{"term":"nc-17"}},{"@attributes":{"term":"kink bingo"}},{"@attributes":{"term":"spanking"}},{"@attributes":{"term":"spooks"}}],"content":"Title:<\/b> "Discipline"
Fandom:<\/b> Spooks
Pairing:<\/b> Beth\/Ruth
Rating:<\/b> 18\/NC-17
Disclaimer:<\/b> I don't own Spooks or any of the characters featured in this not-for-profit fic.
Summary:<\/b> Originally written for Kink Bingo, "Spanking"
Warnings:<\/b> dub-con (coercion), f\/f sexytimes
Note:<\/b> Set season 9




Beth Bailey's hand immediately went for the gun under her pillow when her bedroom door started to open. She tensed, ready to bring up the weapon and put a bullet between the eyes of the intruder.

She relaxed when she saw it was just Ruth, but was infuriated that she hadn't knocked. Yes it was er house but that didn't mean she was going to tolerate losing basic privacy. The other woman was wearing turquoise silk pyjamas.

“Ruth,” she smiled despite her flash of anger and withdrew her hand from under the pillow. She put down the trashy romance novel that was in her other hand.

“I never thought of you as a Mills and Boon girl,” Ruth said.

“No, I'm not really, but it's nice to escape sometimes.”

Ruth nodded, their eyes met. She knew exactly what she meant. Ruth knew well the kind of things people like Beth had to escape from. While she might not be in the field herself often she had seen what this life did to people. She sat on the end of the bed, and something changed. From the predatory look she was now giving her Beth was glad she was under the covers, glad for that extra barrier between them.

“Do you know why Harry sent you to live with me?”

“So you could keep an eye on me I expect.”

“Yes, obviously. But there is another reason.” Something about the way Ruth was looking at her as she said this caused a flutter in her tummy. “Harry sends officers to me that he feels are lacking in discipline.”

“Right.” Beth nodded. Well in MI5's eyes she probably fit into that category. Just an hour ago she had been certain that she'd never set foot in Thames House again, she still couldn't quite believe Lucas had stepped in to save her bacon.

“I think you'll have to agree that your recent actions confirm that feeling.”

Beth nodded, though she had no idea what she was really agreeing to here. She was used to improvising in unusual and unnerving situations but suddenly here in her room in this cosy apartment she felt utterly out of her depth.

Ruth reached over and put her hand on top of Beth's. Beth felt an electric tingle from the touch, but kept her cool.
“Beth, I am going to give you that discipline. This will be as much a part of your service training as anything else. You will be graded, and I will be reporting to Harry about your progress.”

“What exactly are we talking about here?” Beth was never one to be on the defensive, she felt Ruth was backing her into a corner. She didn't take well to being backed into corners. Someone usually ended up hurt.

“We're talking about you doing everything I say, without question. Do you think you can do that Beth? For the sake of your career?”

It was a challenge. Ruth was challenging her to accept that this was part of her life as an officer and that if she wanted this job she would have to do this. “Do I have a choice?”

“Of course. You can leave the service. Harry has full confidence in my assessment. An officer without discipline is worthless to him.

Beth thought for a moment. What's the worst Ruth could do? She seemed quiet, unassuming. She expected she would have to clean the flat and entertain the cat. She didn't think Ruth had the creativity or the hardness to come up with much more than that.

“If that's what it takes.”

“Good,” Ruth smiled. “Take off your clothes.”

“What?”

“You heard. Take off your clothes.”

Beth sat and looked at Ruth, not believing she'd actually said that. “You want me to...Why?”

“Sorry, I thought I was clear. You do everything I say without question. Stand up. Take off your clothes. Now.”

There was steel in Ruth's eyes. Beth had never imagined her capable of such a look. She shouldn't have underestimated the other woman. The life of a spy wasn't for the faint of heart, be it in the field or behind the scenes.

Ruth raised her eyebrow expectantly. “If I have to tell you again...”

“Fine,” Beth sighed, got out from under the covers and stood. She pulled off her t-shirt. She wasn't wearing anything underneath. “What now?”

“Bottoms too.”

Beth hesitated but then resigned herself to just getting on with it. It wasn't as if being naked was the most humiliating thing she'd done in the name of being a spy. She took off her bottoms, at the same time pulling down her underwear.

“What now?”

“What now? Harry was right. Arrogant. Lacking discipline. You are going to be a lot of work. Come here,” she motioned to her lap.

Beth didn't understand.

“Over my knee, now.”

“Seriously?”

Ruth gave her a look of disappointment and stood up. “Don't bother coming in tomorrow.”

“Wait,” Beth said. “Okay.”

Ruth sat back down. “Are you sure? I don't want you to waste my time, you're either committed to this or you're not.”

“I'm committed.” Beth put herself over Ruth's lap. It didn't take any great leap of imagination to know what was coming next.

“We'll see.”

Beth's fight or flight instincts kicked in when Ruth put her hand on her bottom. It was a gentle touch but one that she
was strangely concerned about. She wondered if Ruth's threat had been empty. For all she knew this was nothing to do with Harry or the service. Maybe Ruth was just a pervert.

Nothing happened.

The blond risked a look over her shoulder.

“Eyes forward and keep them that way.”

Beth looked forward, focusing on the alarm clock beside the bed. Who else knew about this? Would Lucas and everyone else at work know in the morning what had happened to her? Would Harry know the details? Or just Ruth?

When the first blow came it was harder than she expected. “Fuck!” Beth hissed, the slap leaving behind stinging skin.
She really had to stop underestimating Ruth.

“None of that please. If you can't speak in a civil tongue don't speak at all.”

Smack! Smack!

Beth held her tongue and gripped the bedsheets tight in her fists.

“Good girl,” Ruth massaged the lightly pinked flesh. “Most officers come to appreciate what they learn from me. I'm certain you'll be no different.”

Smack! Smack! Smack! Smack!

Beth moaned and gasped, but stopped the expletives from escaping her lips. She was determined not to give Ruth the satisfaction. She was sure that the other woman would pounce on any excuse to prolong this little session.

“I think there's hope for you Miss Bailey.”

Ruth dished out a rhythmic spanking, one every second, striking a different part of Beth's behind. Most were firm stinging slaps, but every now and then she would give her one that truly tested her restraint.

It felt like a long time but it was probably only ninety seconds or so until Ruth stopped. She admired her handiwork. Beth's bum was gloriously red. Both of them were breathing heavily. There was silence. The absence of the smacking and no more noises from Beth made it seem strangely quiet.

Beth had tears in her eyes. One trailed down her cheek. Her arse burned. She flinched when Ruth touched her again, this time it was an altogether different kind of contact. This time Ruth was gentle. Her hand massaged and stroked over the heated flesh.

The blonde found herself starting to relax. It was over. At least...

Then she felt Ruth's hand wandering elsewhere. Fingertip moved down the cleft between her buttocks. It continued slowly down. Beth held her breath. The finger grazed over her asshole, nearly causing her to cry out. The finger travelled on. Down to her pussy.

“You're wet,” Ruth said in a matter-of-fact tone. It lacked any emotion.

Beth said nothing. From the heat on her cheeks she was sure her face was as red as her bottom. It was true. She was aroused.

Ruth's finger traced between Beth's lower lips, confirming she was wet, very wet. “This turned you on.”

The blonde still did not respond. She wanted so badly for Ruth to stop and at that same time had this little urge at the back of her mind that wanted her to just keep going.

“Do you want me to stop?”

Beth couldn't bring herself to say anything. She was embarrassed. Confused. She almost nodded, but she couldn't and she didn't know why. She shook her head. Just once.

Ruth responded by pressing a finger into Beth, sliding it all the way in with ease. “Yes. I think there's a lot of hope for you,” she added a second finger.

Beth bit her bottom lip and decided that perhaps learning a bit of discipline wouldn't be so bad after all.<\/a>



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