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not that there was anyone around to hear it, but if someone had heard the words candy spoke, they would think she's exaggerating. she wasn't. with her tongue pressed against devon's warmth, candy nearly moans at the sweet taste of the other woman. if she had the choice, she would stay between devon's legs until she was shaking and screaming out candy's name. for now, she supposed the way she sighed and slid a hand through candy's hair would suffice. 'thank you for asking nicely,' candy smiles as she's pulled upward, pressing her lips against devon's without having to be asked twice, knowing the other woman would taste herself on candy's mouth. hand travels down to continue what said mouth had started, candy sighing into devon's own as they kiss.

you're the best thing i've ever tasted. - candy and devon | @slashfiiction

devon isn't sure that there's a thought left in her head. it's already beyond belief that candy walked into her life and gave her some kind of stability outside the ring–– but what's blossomed between them? that's even more incomprehensible. almost as incomprehensible as the feeling of the hitwoman's mouth on her. fingers tangle into blond locks as devon moans, her breath coming in short bursts. suffice it to say, it's been a while since devon has been with anyone, but... candy is in another league entirely. and at the sound of her praise, a blush sweeps across devon's whole body. 'god, you're––' she sits up, heart practically aching, gently urging candy up to meet her. 'kiss me. please.'

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jeremiah guessed he understood why she was so desirable. he doesn't want to say it aloud ( he doesn't want her to think that he thought of her like every other man did ), but he has eyes - when the other counselors said she was hot, they weren't exaggerating. and emma was a flirt. she knew how to get what she wanted, and jeremiah would be lying if he said he didn't think confidence was sexy. he just never had time to acknowledge it like another boy might. he was working for his family, worrying over them more often than not, and focusing on cooking meals for the camp. now that he'd finally seen emma, finally gave her the time of day, he somewhat regrets brushing her off all those times. hopefully she could understand why, now that she knew him a little better, too.

at her joke, jeremiah can't help but crack somewhat of a smile. nothing big, something that barely touches the corner of his mouth, but it's there, as a low chuckle escapes his chest. 'considerate of you,' jeremiah murmurs, enjoying the way she slid her hands up and down his sides. the kiss to his midsection is more tender than he expected from her, but again, emma surprised him a lot. he tries to settle in a bit further, hand moving to brush soft locks of blonde hair behind her ear, hoping to help in some way, if only to keep it out of her face.

emma can admit she doesn't always come off great. her bravado can be as grating as it is endearing, and her opinionated nature doesn't necessarily do her any favors. but after a pretty long time of being pegged as annoying in elementary and middle school, emma is tired of editing herself. yeah, maybe she's putting her persona on a little bit, but it's like she'd said to abi–– it's just being yourself, but louder. so the fact that jeremiah had seen the surface part and then bothered to look deeper means a lot.

and it's been fun, discovering the physicality of their relationship. she doesn't care that jeremiah isn't very experienced–– it just sets the tone for how things go forward. she'd been a little surprised when he'd told her, but it makes sense. jeremiah isn't quick to open up. he's a little quiet, and certainly private. and honestly, emma kind of feels privileged to be this for him; not his first, but someone to explore with. it's kind of sexy, actually, but it also means a lot on an emotional level. it means he trusts her, and that... that feels really good.

she can't help the little smile that worms it way across her lips. 'you make it sound like i'm doing chores down here,' she teases. but she schools her expression into something more serious when she sees him taking a moment to re-center. 'good. i'm glad it feels good,' she says softly, a little mesmerized by how he's looking at her. 'i'll pump the brakes a little bit. i didn't mean to overwhelm you or anything.' a little mischief glints in her eye and she grins. 'i was just excited.' emma straightens up on her knees a little bit, letting go of jeremiah's hand in favor of sliding her palms up and down his sides. she lets her nose press gently into his skin and begins kissing along his ribs, enjoying the way his length still presses against her. 'we'll go for less of a porno and more of a love scene.' and frankly, emma's too proud of that line not to look up for his reaction; hazel eyes sparkling up towards his blue.

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something about the way lara gazed at parker made him think of a predator. not one that was quick, not one that swallowed their prey in one bite, but rather those that are calculated, those that think of their next move before their prey can even consider their own. parker had always thought of himself as a bad dog, something that needed to be punished, that always bit the hand that fed him. now, he was happy to be a pet, her prey, or whatever else lara wanted him to be. even if she didn't know it, he had been hers since the first time he'd seen her, the first time they spoke. though they called each other partner, there was something unexplainable between them. it didn't need to be explained. parker and lara felt it just as strongly, all the same.

with her on top of him, parker felt like he'd finally found where he was supposed to be. the man rests on his elbows, hands slowly finding their way to lay on thighs that now rested on either side of his hips. cold palms against hot flesh. the way lara says his name causes parker's mouth to open slightly, the man inhaling sharply as she subtly grinds down onto him. part of him is surprised at what she requests, but he wouldn't question anything she wanted, especially not when it's being asked of him. hands slide up her thighs to her waist, the man sitting up with lara in his lap, holding her tightly around the torso. tongue wets his lips, eyes meeting hers for a moment before he does as he's told. the press of his lips against hers is almost carnivoristic, like parker wanted to meld himself with the woman on top of him. parker couldn't remember kissing anyone like this, not even amelia. he breathes heavily without meaning to, pushing his tongue past her teeth, biting at her lip - fulfilling her wish as best as he could.

fire burns low in her belly, gaze locked onto parker's mouth as he licks away the spit. there's something in the way he looks up at her that makes lara want to turn and split like this is too much for her. still, she lets out a soft sigh, her own tongue wetting her bottom lip. lara's throat feels dry, breath catching in her throat. want eats her down to the bones. she's just not sure if she'll feel good about this come morning. she watches him lay back against the sheets, the warmth between her thighs growing. he's-- pretty in a way she can't name, but she doesn't want to wax poetic about it. she's never been the romantic type. why would her feelings for parker change anything about that?

at his request, she moves to straddle his hips, hands resting gently on his shoulders. blood thumps in her ears as her eyes meet his. any words she could possibly think of die on her tongue. knowing her, there's the possibility that she could ruin this before it starts. how long has she wanted him in this position, wanted him to kiss her until she's breathless and the only flavor in her mouth is him. " parker. " it's low as she grinds against him, a teasing little motion. " -- whatever you want from me, i'll do it. but. " she swallows past the lump in her throat, hazel eyes softening ever so. " right now? i want you to kiss me like you've never kissed anybody before. can you-- -can you please do that? "

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Roswell, New Mexico | 3.10

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The Light Between Oceans (2016) dir. Derek Cianfrance

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he enjoyed the way they pushed each other out of their routines. george reminded mateo to breathe, to keep his composure, to be less reactive, and mateo reminds george that he needs to stand up for himself, that he was worth more than what others have told him. more than that, they were comfortable with each other, which was something that mateo appreciated more than he could ever truly say. hands slide beneath george's shirts, fingertips caressing the skin there. 'yeah, well - pretty sure you knew that already,' head moves with the effort george puts into brushing his fingers through his hair, jaw turning just enough to kiss the inside of george's wrist. 'pretty sure you like that about me, too. otherwise, i doubt you'd be on my lap right now,'

he feels free with mateo. it's easy to fall into the same role over and over at the hospital–– self-effacing, passive. when it comes to patients, george won't compromise, but with the others... he doesn't like to reveal some of the other parts of himself. it's not that he's always met with criticism, but it's happened enough that he's tired of trying. but mateo... likes him. it's unconditional and strange and intoxicating. even more intoxicating is the way mateo looks beneath him, the way his hands skim up george's sides.

'i dare you,' george repeats, amused. of course mateo would tease him–– but it's the good kind. 'you,' he says, dragging his fingers through mateo's hair, 'are trouble.'

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“SUNDAY” THEMED PROMPTS (+18/CW)

ₓ ˚ .   ୭   ˚ ○ ◦ ˚      as always, some triggering content may be present! change any pronouns to better suit your muse(s) needs!     ˚ ◦ ○ ˚   ୧   . ˚ ₓ

ACTIONS          (   add +reverse to switch the sender and receiver   )

( undress )     for the sender to undress something off of the receiver.

( gentle )     for the sender to kiss the receiver’s hand.

( photograph )     for the send to take a photo of the receiver.

( mark )     for the sender to give the receiver hickies/love marks. 

( tug )     for the sender to tug on the receiver’s hair.

( caress )     for the sender to caress the receiver’s cheek.

( kiss )     for the sender to kiss the receiver on the lips.

( trace )     for the sender to trace their finger of the receiver’s body.

( rake )     for the sender to rake through the receiver’s hair with their fingers.

( spank )     for the sender to spank the receiver.

( bind )     for the sender to tie-up/bound the receiver in any way.

( embrace )     for the sender to amorously embrace the receiver.

( send )     for the sender to send the receiver a dirty text/photo.

( edge )     for the sender to prolong the receiver’s orgasm.

( record )     for the sender to consensually record the receiver.

( star )     for the sender to be consensually recorded by the receiver.

( tickle )     for the sender to tickle the receiver.

( massage )     for the sender to massage a part of the receiver’s body.

( speak )     for the sender to whisper something dirty/erotic in the receiver’s ear.

( trail )     for the sender to leave a trail of kisses on the receiver.

( cover )     for the sender to blindfold the receiver.

( dance )     for the sender to dance sensually for the receiver.

( lap )     for the sender to sit on the receiver’s lap.

( tongue )     for the sender to lick a part of the receiver’s body.

( watch )     for the sender to watch the receiver be intimate solo.

( perform )     for the sender to be intimate solo while the receiver watches.

SCENARIOS         (   “intimate” can mean as much or as little as you want!   )

bath:     for our muses to share a bath together.

car:     for our muses to get intimate inside a car.

rent:     for our muses to rent a motel/hotel room together.

show:     for the sender to knowingly dance while the receiver watching.

eyes:     for the sender to watch the receiver dance.

club:     for our muses to get intimate at a club.

lingerie:     for the sender to try on lingerie for the receiver.

react:     for the sender to react to the receiver trying on lingerie for them.

quiet:     for our muses to get intimate while avoiding getting caught.

aftercare:     for our muses to participate in aftercare together.

tease:     for our muses to intimately tease each other in public.

invite:     for the sender to invite the receiver to a quickie.

mornings:     for the sender to intimately wake the receiver up.

shower:     for our muses to share a shower together.

work:     for our muses to get intimate at someone’s place of work.

haste:     for our muses to get intimate with little time available.

closet:     for our muses to get intimate in a closet

stall:     for our muses to get intimate in a public/private bathroom stall.

DIALOGUE        (   change any pronouns!   )

kiss me, here.

shhh…

am i hurting you?

I’ll make it up to you.

I was thinking about you all day.

let’s go home early…

i need you.

does that feel good?

i could stay like this forever.

i don’t wanna be alone tonight.

last night was a mistake.

i think that was the best i ever had.

i can’t believe we just did that.

you’re really good at that.

that was… amazing.

you’re being so good for me.

i can’t wait any longer.

i want you to stay, with me.

you’re such a tease.

your skin is so soft.

you have to be quiet.

i’m so hot for you right now.

tell me you want me.

let me take care of you.

you are so fucking sexy.

tell me how you want it.

touch me.

can i touch you here?

stay with me tonight.

i want you inside of me.

another round?

i think i’m in love with you.

only if you behave…

you wanna mess around?

god, you’re perfect.

touch yourself for me.

tonight is all about you.

time to return the favour.

are you comfortable?

i think i’m in love with you.

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the line has been crossed. the moment she kissed him that way - deeply, hungrily, as if she wanted to crawl inside of him and stay there - the moment parker leaned further into her, to savor it for a moment longer. there was no going back, and parker didn't want to. he can't say how long he's wanted this, to feel her beneath his calloused fingertips and to see the myriad of scars that match his own in certain ways. somewhere between them arguing over stacks of case files and now, it didn't matter. it didn't matter. what mattered was the way she pulled away from him, a string of spit attached until he licks it away, parker looking up at her like she hung the sun.

the way she talks to him causes his flesh to rise, the man suddenly eager to please her in any way he could. 'think i can do that,' parker breathed, slowly falling backward until he could lean onto his elbows. already naked, parker feels exposed, but hopes lara can see the same things he sees in her: the similarities they share, both on their skin and underneath it. she seems to tease, but the notion of her taking exactly what she wanted from him made parker's breath shake as he exhaled. he'd let her. she could have anything. parker wondered if she knew that. 'come here,'

lara knows that she's got him in the palm of her hand-- a concept that scares her. she swallows hard, tongue moving to sweep across her bottom lip. they know way too much about each other; some undoing that could be the end of them. she stands naked in front of him, bruises and scars and bullet holes a canvas under his gaze. it's a lot for them. lara also knows what could happen if things go south. there's too many things swirling in the air at this moment. if she were a better person, she'd tell parker that she can't do this, that she'd just see him in the morning. is it a wonderful thing that she isn't a better person or is it a bad thing that she doesn't have morals?

" no, you always have a choice. i don't want you to think you don't have one. " something swirls low in her belly, her tongue pressing to the roof of her mouth. her face scrunches, like she can't think about the right thing to do. she wants parker in a way that scares her, like she's never wanted anybody else in the world. the feeling of his hand in hers gets her to really look at him, teeth sinking into her bottom lip. parker's hand on her hips causes sparks to run through her body and she shivers in anticipation. she kisses him again, this time deeper, hungrier. " i want you to lay back. you can do that for me, right? " it's a soft murmur as she breaks the kiss, spit glimmering on her bottom lip. " because we both know i don't have an issue taking what i want. " with that, a soft grin.

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Paul Mescal and Daisy Edgar-Jones in NORMAL PEOPLE (2020), 1x06 "Episode 6", directed by Lenny Abrahamson.

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god, barbie doesn't think she's ever wanted anything so desperately in her life. when eliot had finally gave in and allowed barbie to touch him, to feel him, it was like heaven. but as much as she enjoyed the slow, sensual sex they've been having, she wanted more. knowing what eliot was capable of made her mind run wild, and barbie found herself craving the rougher parts that she knew the man possessed. of course, barbie understood his reservations, but she wasn't some doll that could easily be broken - she's honest when she says she can take it. 'eliot - look at me,' she lifts his chin as hips raise to press them closer together. 'you won't hurt me. i trust you you, okay?' small smile caresses pink cheeks as thumb brushes against his stubbled cheek. 'i want all of you ; even the rough parts... please?'

i can take it. - barbie and eliot. <3 | @slashfiiction

that's enough to have eliot groaning into the crook of her neck, bodies pressed close. he can't help his knee-jerk reaction to go slow, to savor. its a privilege to be with her and he wants to treat it as such. but god, the way she's talking to him. 'i just–– i don't want to hurt you, sweetheart,' he says, words a bit at odds with the way he's teasing himself at her core. for once, he feels like he just might listen to his body over his head, might give in to what he and barbie both want. but he still needs a little more reassurance, a little bit clearer of a yes–– not just that she can take it, but she wants to take it.

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he could admit he liked this side of emma. the kindness she was showing him wasn't something jeremiah could have guessed was underneath the shallow facade that emma puts on. she hadn't pushed him, gotten mad when he decided he was done, nor did she berate him for how little experience he had with this sort of thing. she's surprised him in so many ways, and it made jeremiah more attracted to her. he couldn't deny how pretty she was - no, she was downright beautiful, that was obvious ; only someone blind would miss the sharpness of her cheekbones and the shine of her hair - but that hadn't appealed to him as much as seeing what was actually underneath all that self assurance. that's what led them to the storage room, why jeremiah had decided to let emma touch him in ways not many others have.

'no, no, um... unless you wanna get up. you don't have to... do that,' suck his dick, he means, but jeremiah simply couldn't get those words out. the last thing he wanted to do was make emma think that this was all about him, that she needed to get on her knees immediately and show him that she could please him. kissing her had been enough. the touch of her hand felt nice, and her tongue had nearly made him shudder, but none of that mattered if she was just doing this for him. the kiss to his palm forced jeremiah to take a deep breath, eyes softening a bit as he gazed down at her. 'it feels good. i don't want you t'stop, just... start slow,' thumb brushes her soft cheek. 'that's all m'askin','

emma had been pretty sure jeremiah would never look her way after the first few times they'd spoken. she's a natural flirt, and when he'd squarely shut her down at their first meeting, it wasn't that she'd taken it as a challenge–– it was just kind of fun, seeing him furrow his brow or roll his eyes discreetly when he thought she wasn't looking. she had never meant to wear him down or anything. that would be pretty creepy. it had just kind of felt playful, like the dynamic they were going to settle into for the season... until suddenly it wasn't. it took her a while to understand what had precipitated the change–– that jeremiah had seen under the performance a little when they'd planned what she now referred to as the great ice cream heist. emma could never have predicted the frankly fantastic side effects of that journey, but she certainly isn't going to complain. she's found that she really, really likes jeremiah. past her teasing and his quiet exterior, they have something really nice. he's sweet, for all his brooding. and he listens–– he doesn't get annoyed when she chatters and bounces and blabs. that's kind of incredibly rare. so, yeah, she's kind of dying to suck his dick about it. but so far, he hasn't wanted to go all that far, and that's okay, too. kissing is great; kissing is, in her opinion, vastly underrated sometimes.

but now they're making out in the storage room and she's getting all the right cues to start touching him a little more. she asks for the go ahead before things go all that far, but once he tells her yes, she's quick to sink to her knees. emma can't help but grin up at him as she pumps his length a few times, drags her tongue along the underside of the head of his cock–– it's pretty, she thinks. a shame it doesn't seem to have gotten a ton of attention until now. determined to show him a good time, emma starts in, but he's stopping her with a hand in her hair and she pulls away to sit back on her heels as he speaks. god, but he's so sweet. lashes flutter as she resets a little, then smiles up at him. 'we can take it however you need it,' emma says earnestly. she takes his hand from it's place at the back of her head and presses a kiss to his palm. 'how slow are we feeling? like, should i get up, or?'

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parker tries to remember a time - any time in his entire life - that he had felt comfortable in his own skin. even prior to the death of his parents, he felt as if he belonged in a different body, or that he shouldn't have existed in this world, at all. it only got worse with the knowledge that he had to grow up with so little experience in the world. he had a job that made him numb to horrible things, a job which made him lose the wife he'd had for barely any time at all. he was a father, but not really a dad, and now he wanted to fuck his bureau partner. the thought of whether he could do anything right popped into his head, much as it did many times before, as eyes glance over lara's features, his brow furrowed and the dark circles underneath very apparent, despite how dim it was in the room.

he's okay with it. more than okay, which is why he was reluctant. she's right - this is a line that, if crossed, there was no turning back from. which made him nervous, which made him uncomfortable. what a vicious cycle. he sits still as she brushes a kiss against his lips, despite the man wanting to chase the feel of her mouth. when he meets lara's eyes, he knows he isn't going anywhere. he wasn't going to say no, because he didn't want to. whether it turned out good or bad, they'd just have to deal with that together - just like they did everything else. 'giving me a choice is sweet. even if i don't really feel like i have one,' not because of her, but because his mind had been made up long before he took his pants off. parker takes her hand and intertwines their fingers, pulling her close to him with his other hand on her hip. 'cross the line, lara. i want you to,'

it's been a while for me. - parker @ lara. @slashfiiction

her lips press together as she looks at parker. her hands are soft as they rest on his thighs, her own body standing between his legs. she's aware of-- of all his issues (and really, he's aware of hers too). it's a special and deeply scary thing. lara's hands move up; thumbs stroke gently at his cheeks. if asked, she'd say he's handsome. it's harder to admit she feels something more. she does, but it's an impossible task for her to let someone in.

her eyes close, just for a moment as lara collects her thoughts. " parker. " it's a desperate thing, hoarse and low in her throat. " i don't-- we don't have to do this if you don't want to. " her heart pounds in her chest as she presses a soft kiss to his mouth-- a stark contrast to her normal brashness. it's brief, but her breath dances on his lips. " it's just. it's a step we can't come back from. " i want you dies on her tongue despite everything in her chest. " i need to know you're okay with this. "

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there wasn't much to say - mellie had been a pain in joel's ass since she arrived. maybe he should be more delicate, seeing as how she was, technically, the president of the united states. or used to be, before the entire world went to hell. but joel hadn't survived this long by being gentle, or coddling other people's feelings. actually, joel is a bit ashamed of what he had done to stay alive, but his past wasn't something he could change, now. and despite softening somewhat within the last few weeks, that didn't mean he was soft. or that he would treat mellie differently than anyone else. it wasn't as if she had been that good to him, either, upon arrival, the two at each other's throats more often than not. three days ago, joel could barely stand her. then, her son had run off that morning, and joel thought about his daughter, how cruel it felt to lose a child. bringing teddy back and watching mellie look so relieved, the way she hugged her son... something within him shifted.

mellie showed up on his doorstep, and joel had invited her in, watching her pass, listening to her try and thank him for finding her son. even as joel closed the distance between them, he didn't really want gratitude. when he placed a hand on her jaw and leaned down to press a testing kiss to her lips, joel admittedly felt a connection to her, as a parent - as a guardian. what took him over after their kiss deepened came, he supposed, from that initial distaste for the woman. all the emotions that bubbled up when it came to mellie. joel never had a problem with taking control, and he easily backs her against the wall, breathing heavily when she pulls away to catch her own. hand moves down to hold her leg around his waist, the man pressing against her with little reluctance.

there's a moment where joel just gazes into her eyes, breath shallow, debating whether this was a good idea for only a moment before he spoke in a low voice. 'get on the bed,' it's a murmured demand, joel kissing mellie hard once more before he dropped her leg, expecting her next move.

to say they hadn’t gotten off on the right foot would be an understatement. from the moment she’d stepped foot in jackson, four - year - old boy in tow, her nerves had been just frayed enough to take out on joel miller and his rough - around - the - edges attitude. until that four - year - old boy had promptly vanished on her this morning, delivered safely back into her arms by none other than the jackass himself.

and so, after the dust was settled, she found herself at his door. invited in, even — a gesture she certainly hadn’t been expecting. “i won’t stay long.” there is a newfound gentleness to her tone, to the look in her eyes. “i just wanted to thank you for what you did for teddy today. i never got the chance to tell you. everything was so…”

when she lifts her gaze to meet his, he’s much closer than he was just moments ago. touching her face, lifting her chin, allowing her to really see him for the first time. it’s almost cautious the first time their lips meet — caution that snowballs rapidly into something more eager, demanding. a soft whine of approval sounds from the back of the former president’s throat as she pulls him in closer, desperate to explore more of him. and as he backs her against the wall behind them, she is forced to admit to herself just how badly she wants him. maybe she always has. lips crash together, more heated by the second, and she hooks one leg around him between gasps for air. “joel.”

@slashfiiction : [ HEAT ]: while in the middle of a make-out session, joel pushes mellie up against the wall, unwittingly heating things up even more.

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Don’t you know I’m no good for you? I’ve learned to lose you, can’t afford to.