I Still Know (1/?)
anonymous
July 14 2015, 06:33:21 UTC
Warning: Dub-con. (It was mentioned in the prompt, but I wanted to include a warning just in case.)
There were plenty of things about a person that could be genetically engineered. Their IQ, for example, or what they would look like; hell, it was possible to manufacture a person right down to how old they’d be when their hair turned gray. Yes, all of those were true, and they were just some of the reasons Jack couldn’t stand Miranda Lawson - as if the whole Cerberus thing hadn’t been enough.
Ordinarily, they stayed out of each other’s way as much as possible. Oh, sure, the operative’s bed hadn’t exactly gotten short-sheeted a few times on its own, and Ms. Nought might have been the first one to know when someone had mysteriously filled Miranda’s shoes with whipped cream, but those weren’t the norm
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Re: I Still Know (1/?)
anonymous
July 14 2015, 06:40:09 UTC
OH MY GOD YOU ARE MY HERO! Thank you!!! This could not have come at a better time. (Seriously, I was crying and trying to get drunk to forget my day, lol.) This is already so fucking hot. I love how vicious and conniving Jack is, in a way that's totally believable for her character. OMG. I'm already so turned on reading this. You're a fantastic writer, and I'm on the edge of my seat looking forward to your next installment! :)
I Still Know (2/?)
anonymous
July 15 2015, 00:47:43 UTC
“Ah!” In a split second, Miranda yanked her hand from her crotch, making a hilariously terrible attempt to pretend she had just been adjusting that ridiculous catsuit of hers. It did nothing to hide the desperation etched into her face, nor her frantic jiggling - by now almost a full-blown dance of the sort usually only performed by toddlers in this situation. Jack couldn’t hold back a deep chuckle.
Not so high and mighty now, are you, bitch?
“Jack, please.” There was a sharp edge to the operative’s voice, but it lacked any of the authority that was normally there. “I can’t - “ Her jaw clenched as a wave of urgency crashed over her, thighs clamped together in an attempt to hold on just a little bit longer. Once it had passed, she gestured wordlessly to the zipper, jammed about a half-inch below her neck
( ... )
I Still Know (3/?)
anonymous
July 15 2015, 00:48:24 UTC
Miranda didn’t move as the stream finally tapered off, giving Jack plenty of opportunity to take a nice shot of her standing in the middle of her own puddle. At last she stopped the video, wearing a positively shit-eating grin
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I Still Know (4/?)
anonymous
July 17 2015, 05:30:43 UTC
To Miranda’s credit, she didn’t try and weasel out of the deal. Without further hesitation, she moved to her knees, tugging the tattooed woman’s pants down and off her legs before doing the same with her panties. Jack cooperated readily, kicking them well away from the puddle on the floor. She inhaled deeply, the rush of air against her now-exposed pussy serving to stimulate things a bit
( ... )
oh god, this is so, so hot. I swear, it's like you have a sixth sense. This is the third time I've been sobbing into my cat's neck in the middle of the night, only to have my phone buzz with a new email and it's YOUR AMAZING FILL. Thank you so much, seriously. Not only is this one of the best fics I've ever read, it's also keeping me from falling completely into despair! :) Thank you.
I Still Know (5/6)
anonymous
July 17 2015, 06:22:22 UTC
Of course, it wasn’t getting any easier for Ms. Nought to stay quiet, either. Now that she was reasonably satisfied it wouldn’t mean the cessation of her pleasure, she allowed one hand to leave Miranda’s jaw, bringing it up to her own mouth to stifle the little gasps and groans that slipped free. If she hadn’t hated the other woman so much, she would have said she was a damn quick learner, at least when it came to learning how to eat pussy. She had a firm hold on Jack’s stiff bud now, alternating between sucking and lashing it with her tongue in a series of hard, fast little taps
( ... )
I Still Know (6/6)
anonymous
July 17 2015, 06:40:46 UTC
“Enjoy that, bitch?” Her bladder empty, she shimmied her hips to shake off the last few drops before finding her discarded pants and underwear. Thankfully, they were still dry
( ... )
Holy shit. I'm sad this is over, but goddamn! You're an amazingly talented writer. Thank you so much. This was super hot and wrong in all the right ways. I kind of want to print it out and carry it with me at all times, but maybe I'll just save it in my phone, lol. Everything was so perfect and believable/in-character. And I love that you even had Kelly walk in on the very end of it! You're amazing, A!A, and I really really appreciate you taking the time to write this perfect fic for me. I hope I can fill some of yours soon!
There were plenty of things about a person that could be genetically engineered. Their IQ, for example, or what they would look like; hell, it was possible to manufacture a person right down to how old they’d be when their hair turned gray. Yes, all of those were true, and they were just some of the reasons Jack couldn’t stand Miranda Lawson - as if the whole Cerberus thing hadn’t been enough.
Ordinarily, they stayed out of each other’s way as much as possible. Oh, sure, the operative’s bed hadn’t exactly gotten short-sheeted a few times on its own, and Ms. Nought might have been the first one to know when someone had mysteriously filled Miranda’s shoes with whipped cream, but those weren’t the norm ( ... )
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Not so high and mighty now, are you, bitch?
“Jack, please.” There was a sharp edge to the operative’s voice, but it lacked any of the authority that was normally there. “I can’t - “ Her jaw clenched as a wave of urgency crashed over her, thighs clamped together in an attempt to hold on just a little bit longer. Once it had passed, she gestured wordlessly to the zipper, jammed about a half-inch below her neck ( ... )
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Now I am feeling thirsty. Very thirsty...
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