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Wowwww wow wow wow wow. My favorite ever, bar none. Everything i have ever, ever wanted.
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Andy doesn't leave Miranda in Paris, and learns that a single decision can change your life. But the main thing about decisions? You don't get to stop with one.
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- Part 1 of Truth and Measure-verse
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09 Sep 2024
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Sincerely the best to ever do it. Obviously. Femslash from 2008 is a godsend, thank you forever!!!
- Like last night, she had her eyes squeezed shut while she desperately tried to pull herself together. And like last night, Andy ate up the sight of her flushed skin, her trembling hands, her breasts rising and falling rapidly with her breath. "How," Miranda managed, "how do you…" She took a deep breath, and shook her head. Then she chuckled mirthlessly. "How do you do whatever it is you're doing to me?"
"I dunno," Andy muttered, trying to get her own heart rate under control. If Miranda started talking about how turned on she was, the cease-fire wasn't going to last long. "I'll do as much as you let me," she added, and swallowed hard. "As much as you want."
Miranda gasped again at the words, and shut her eyes. "I, um," she said. Then she reached up and smoothed down her hair with shaking hands. "You seem to have a gift for this."
- "Well, now," she said softly. "It's your turn, isn't it?" And oh, God, just the tone of her voice made Andy's toes curl. "You're so bold," Miranda murmured. "So insistent that I tell you what to do. What I like. That I should just come right out and say it."
Andy swallowed hard. "Well--I mean--seems sort of in-character for you--"
"Turnabout is fair play," Miranda continued as if Andy hadn't spoken. She kept moving her hand, stroked upwards to play with Andy's nipple. Andy gasped. "You've been thinking about this for a long time. Wanting this for a long time. Haven't you?"
- "My skirt up around my waist, legs spread and my shoes still on, and me so ready for you, so wet and ready to come for you." Miranda's voice was as cool and as calm as it had been on the day Andy had met her, and Andy couldn't even open her eyes, her body was strung so tight. "Begging you to do whatever you wanted to me. Would you have fucked me in my dress, Andrea?"
The word 'fuck' on Miranda's lips, here in bed, made Andy arch her back and whine. Little lights were starting to go off behind her eyelids. "I, I--"
"Oh, Andrea," Miranda breathed. "I would have let you."
"Miranda!" Andy shrieked, and came without a single touch. She cried out as her cunt twitched and throbbed, and she knew that Miranda was watching every second of it with avid, greedy eyes, and that made her come all the harder, knowing she was on display for this woman she'd wanted so badly that she'd thought she'd die from it, and maybe she was dying right now, it felt like it, it felt--
- "Come here," Miranda said.
"But we can't--"
"Come here," Miranda repeated, stretched out one arm, and Andy was pretty sure she'd never be able to resist an invitation like that. She scrambled to sit next to Miranda, who murmured, "You said something, at some point, about kissing me for a good long while."
"Oh," Andy gasped.
"Yes," Miranda said, and gave Andy her most innocent smile. "I'm sure kissing is good for me too. You are not done spoiling me, Andrea."
"No, never," Andy said, cupped her jaw, and leaned in. Miranda's mouth still astonished her. So warm, so luscious, so…she took her time, kissing and nibbling, just as she always had. Miranda teased her right back, appearing completely content to linger, to kiss as an end in itself instead of as a prelude to sex. And wasn't that a surprise? Well, maybe she was just taking what she could get. Andy was, too. It had been over a month since they'd had this, even this, just lots of kisses. She could hardly believe it.
Eventually the nibbles turned into more, until they were kissing deeply and Andy's breaths had turned into groans. Miranda was panting too, a little. Aching, Andy pulled away. "Okay," she managed. "I think that's, um, enough for me." It was one of the biggest fibs she'd ever told.
"Is it?" Miranda said.
"Well--"
"Is it?" Miranda repeated, her voice a husky whisper. She slid her hand beneath the elastic waistband of Andy's pajama pants. Andy gasped, and thrust her hips forward. "I don't think it is," Miranda murmured. "I don't think it's enough for you at all."
"Please," Andy said, before she could stop herself. "Please."
- She woke up sometime in the middle of the night, still pressed comfortably against Miranda. Miranda was asleep now too, deeply relaxed and warm beside Andy's body. She'd taken hold of Andy's hand where it draped over her side, and was clutching it firmly.
- by the time everybody was leaving for the day, they'd attained a level of energy that made both Andy and Miranda gnash their teeth with envy.
"Don't worry," Andy told Miranda as she helped her into her coat on Thursday morning. "In a couple of years they'll be teenagers, and we'll have to haul them out of bed by their ankles."
"How encouraging," Miranda said.
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“Enough with domestic shit,” Kuroo says. “Gimme the juicy details, boy: vampire dick, yes slash no?”
Atsumu snorts. Mind numbingly busy, but achingly, disgustingly horny is also on the list.
“We haven’t had the time.”
“Not even for a quickie?”
Atsumu shrugs. “Feels kinda weird to after he’s been all dotin’ and shit.”
“Bro, you showed up on his doorstep in a maid outfit to fuck, how are you embarrassed by this.”
“And he didn’t want to fuck immediately! We had a sitdown about courting first!”
“Oh my god.”
Atsumu smacks his hands over his face. “I know. Maybe I’ll just jump his bones the next time I see him.”
“The undetermined-age bones,” Bokuto says, and they burst out laughing. Atsumu thinks about the expression on Sakusa’s face when he mentioned jokingly whether he should’ve slept with Oikawa and starts to plan in his mind.
He wonders if along with doting, Sakusa is the jealous type, too.
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- Part 2 of how big the hourglass, how deep the sand
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“And that’ll be $27.50,” Atsumu says, fishing out a card machine from one of the bag pockets. “Debit or credit?”
Sakusa pulls out his wallet and pays with a credit card, and Atsumu dutifully packs it all away before extending the bagged blood over the threshold. Sakusa takes them but raises one eyebrow at Atsumu, a silent question at the maid costume and not the regular red and black polo shirt with slacks.
Atsumu fiddles with the bag strap. “Honestly, I was tryin' to come up with a pizza boy porn line, something about having ordered sausage and relating it to vampires, but I’ve got nothin’,” he confesses, which makes Sakusa laugh. Atsumu sees the flash of sharper than usual canines in his smile.
Series
- Part 1 of how big the hourglass, how deep the sand
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01 Sep 2024
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YESSSSSSSS Fuck yes oh my god. Oh my goddd
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"we hooked up and now the city has shut down for a week due to a pandemic and now we're stuck in your apartment" AU
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There’s a comfortable quiet while Sakusa butters some toast until Atsumu’s phone starts ringing from where it’s plugged into the wall. Sakusa scoops it up from the desk in the living room and hands it over to Atsumu, who puts it on speakerphone.“Yo, ‘Samu,” Atsumu says, around a mouthful of cereal.
“Oh, so now you pick up.”
“My phone died!”
“We thought you died. It’s lucky you weren’t murdered. Unlucky for me, I’ve always wondered what it was like to be an only child.”
“You mean, I’m lucky I wasn’t murdered by his dick –“
“SHUT –“
Atsumu grins and shoots at look at Sakusa, who raises his eyebrows and takes a sip of coffee.
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10 Jun 2023
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good god
9/1/24 WAITTTTT I FORGOT HE WAS AN ACCOUNTANT IN THIS THAT IS SOOOO AWESOME
Seriously some of the best of the best the sex is great and dialogue’s unmatched MWAH MWAH MWAH