#all the pressure to keep the stroke solid wore me down :( oh well there will be worse pains later

[dexaroth]

WHAT IF he had more fur.. more hair. than he already has. imagine

(plus bonus kip feature bc they both have long 'hair')

[ithinkhesgaybutwesavedmufasa]

Wicked Ones

(A Max Phillips x Reader Smutty One-Shot)

Summary: So, a couple months ago I was sent THIS POST like 900 times by all of you screaming at me because I tagged it as “Max Phillips” so...here it is. This is straight up PWP--Max is the big shot boss that we know and love and you are his long time girlfriend. You both call out in favor of staying home and spending some quality time together--but he has an important meeting that he just can’t miss...no matter what he is doing when he gets the call.  

Pairing: Max Phillips x Reader Word Count: 3k Warnings/Ratings: NC-17/18+ - smut, pwp, choking, dirty talk, rough, teasing, established relationship, vampireness, slight exhibition kink, hand-over-mouth, having sex while on the phone with your job--MAX. BEHAVE. (spoiler...he doesn’t)

[MASTERLIST]

You weren't sure how this had started. This insane competition between the two of you that seemed to be escalating with each round. It was attributed to the fact that you were both stubborn, cunning, and meticulous in your efforts to please one another. But it had to stop sometime. Right?

If you had to think about it, it probably was your fault. It probably all started on that day you brought him lunch to his office. But it wasn't food that you had in mind. You locked his door, twisted the blinds closed and dropped your black pea-coat revealing the white lingerie that he had gotten you on your anniversary. He seemed to understand then--you were lunch.

He was a walking cliché in the sense that white was his favorite color on you when it came to lacy underthings. He liked the way balconette bras made your breasts into pillows perfect for sleeping, or biting. He liked the way you always wore your panties on top of your garters, meaning he could take them off first and keep the latter on to frame the swell of your perfect ass. And he liked the way the white made you look like something about to be sacrificed, and he was the willing volcano. His second favorite color on you was red...typical.

That day he had spread you out on his desk and eaten your pussy like a man starved. No paperwork was safe from the way you swept your arms above your head when he sucked your clit. Unless they were deaf, you were certain everyone in the office had heard you whine his name as he pounded into you hard enough to make the wooden desk creek with protest. But then again, no one dared say anything because he was the boss. Making you, his girlfriend, untouchable.

This morning you had both called out in favor of staying in bed tangled up with one another. And this was the day you realized you were destined to lose this war.

"Max…" you said breathlessly as you put a hand on the headboard above you to push yourself against him as he pounded into you relentlessly.

"What is it, sweetheart? You like waking up to my big dick? Beats the hell out of going to work--" he grit his teeth and gripped your hips, yanking you down the bed and slamming himself inside of you to the hilt.

"Yesss," you whined, closing your eyes and palming at your own breasts.

It was moments like these that Max made you feel incredibly desirable. His desperate, needy nature in the sack was the exact opposite from his calm and collected management style in the office. You did that. You broke that composure down to its purest form and it was a rush of power so exquisite you coveted it as a prized possession.

“Come here,” he growled as he leaned down and picked you up enough to roll you with him to where you were straddling his lap and he was sitting up against the pile of pillows on your now disheveled bed. His large hand came down on your ass cheek and he grinned. “Fuck yourself on daddy’s dick.”

“Max!” you laughed as you put your hands on his chest. “You did not just call yourself daddy--fuck..” You bit your lip as you started to bounce on his lap, the new position making the movement more intense. The head of him hit the end of you easier and it was a pleasant sharpness deep within your lower abdomen.

“Too much?” he chuckled, and the sound went right to your core.

“You’re always too much.”

“And you love it,” he smirked.

"Nah, I only do this for the extra vacation d-AYS!" You yelp when he pinches your nipple in retaliation for your jest before grinning as you fall into a fit of giggles.

"You're bad, you know that?"

"Says the vampire." Before you can continue to ridicule him, he leans up and kisses you hard, stealing any bite that was left to your words.

His lips were almost as bruising as his fingers that were digging into the soft flesh of where your hips met your ass. You felt the solid press of his fangs inside his mouth and you hungrily asked for more. He opened and gave it to you, letting your tongue trace along his own, and up to his teeth. It had taken a long time to perfect the art of kissing him. You had lost count of the number of times you had nicked your tongue or lip when your mouths and bodies were intertwined. But, Max was a patient man, and it helped that practicing was extremely enjoyable.

He pulled back abruptly and shoved two of his fingers in your mouth, barely giving you time to draw a breath. "Suck--good girl." He grinned and he felt your cunt clench around him as he praised you. His fingers pulled from your lips with a soft pop and he shoved them between your bodies to play with your clit as you continued to ride him.

"S-shit," you breathed, the action bringing you closer to the edge. "Is this my payback for earlier this week?"

"What? That little stunt you pulled in my office?" He shook his head after you gave a nod. "No, your payback for that was me eating that perfect pussy on my desk--now everyone knows how good I make you feel."

Although you knew you should--you didn't care. This was part of that power trip that Max seemed to give you when the two of you fucked. And, well, if anyone did dare to say anything...he would eat them. You were certain he had made it his mission to fuck you all over that corporate building before they sent him to his next assignment at another branch.

"Did Evan hear?" You teased, knowing full well about his past with the previous acting sales manager.

"Why do you think I moved his desk closer to my door?" He snarled and flipped you back over, pinning you to the mattress and jack-hammering his hips against you hard enough to make you cry out.

"Fuck!" You yelled as you dug your nails into his back and held on for dear life. The both of you knew that if you said 'stop', he would, but like hell you wanted him to slow down when your orgasm was so close.

"You good?" He panted as he looked down at your scrunched up face and you nodded.

"Right there. Right-there-right-there-right--" your jumbled pleas fell from your lips in a truly embarrassing manner but you were beyond caring. You were just so close.

His cellphone started to ring on the nightstand to your left and he slowed his hips and the both of you looked at it. The flat black device buzzed so violently that you thought it might fall off the edge. Max continued to piston his hips against the backs of your thighs in such a way that you thought he was going to let it go to voicemail. You should have known better.

"Don't move," he said in a tone that it made you clench around his dick. He groaned as he put his left hand on your lower abdomen as if to hold you down, and leaned over the edge of the bed to grab his bluetooth with his right. "Max Phillips," he said, formally as he slipped the device over the shell of his ear and adjusted his knees back between your thighs. "Yes. Sure, that's fine."

You let out a small huff as you looked up at the ceiling and then back to your boyfriend kneeling between your legs. Surely he wasn't going to just sit there, buried in your cunt while he took a fucking call? The thought made you want to cross your arms at him in annoyance. The both of you had called out for a reason, to avoid your jobs. But despite his skills in delegation, Max was a workaholic--even if he refused to admit it.

"Yeah, I do apologize. I woke up and just felt terrible--"

You raised an eyebrow at him as a small grin slowly overtook his well-kissed lips.

"Is this a good time?" He looked down at you and you started to shake your head, eyes widening as if you could suddenly read his mind. "Actually...it's a perfect time. Fire away."

He thrust forward again, sheathing himself inside you to the hilt and grinning when it made your back bow off of the bed. "Max!" You gasped his name and he put three of his fingers in your mouth, gripping your chin and pushing you back down on the pillows, causing a small gag to come from your throat.

"No, that's just the TV." He chuckled and you swear you felt the sound against your clit. "Yes, I'm sure. I'll turn it down...make sure it's quiet."

You opened your mouth to protest not only the situation but his oh so loving metaphor of speaking about you as an inanimate object. Instead, he leaned forward, clapping his large hand over the bottom half of your face. You yelped against his palm and it just came out incredibly muffled. He put more pressure on your body as he held himself up with one arm and let the full weight of his pelvis and belly press against you as he resumed his thrusts.

"Yeah, I originally told them I wanted thirty percent--"

Your eyes were wide as you looked at him, desperately trying to convey with a look how hard it was to be quiet when he insisted on continuing to rail you. You gripped the sheets on either side of your hips and he shoved your leg up higher with his knees and the tip of his cock stroked that beautiful spot deep within you.

"Mhmm," you moaned against his hand, the sheer patheticness of your own voice shamefully making your libido spike. He had you. This was his show. The bedroom was currently his boardroom and as always he was running it.

"No, that's bullshit," Max shook his head, not even sounding like he was exerting himself in the slightest. "They're trying to low ball you, Ted. We talked about this, remember?"

He removed his hand from your mouth and grabbed a handful of one of your breasts. You arched into his hand, biting your lip as he tweaked your nipple. Obviously only half listening to what was being said on the other side of the device, he gave you a wink and your heart did that mildly annoying flop that it had been doing quite a lot lately. He gave your nipple a small tug and when you squealed, he slapped your tit roughly, stealing the sound from your throat with pure surprise.

"Oh...oh fuck, Max," you breathed quietly, but apparently, not quiet enough because he stopped thrusting.

"Just a minute--yeah, just one second, Ted." He clicked the mute button on his earpiece and looked down at you sternly. "Now, if you can't be quiet, I'll make you be quiet." He gave a deep grind of his hips, pressing his cock slowly back into you and you pressed your lips together in a firm line to stay silent. Max smirked, "There’s a good girl."

Oh, you were going to get him back for this.

Max clicked the button again and said, “Alright, champ. I��m back.” He leaned down and kissed you hard, the press of fangs against your closed mouth, a silent promise that made your clit throb. "Yeah, put him on."

Max pistoned his hips against you as they obviously tried to conference call in a third party. The squeak you gave when he hiked your left leg over his right shoulder was apparently justified because he didn't chastise you for it. "Bryce! Talk to me, baby, what's going on? Ted tells me you're thinking about backing out of our arrangement."

He turned his head and nipped the inside of your calf, smirking as you bucked your hips up against his pelvis. You gripped the pillow and shut your eyes tightly trying to think about all of the ways you could one up him--and yet all you could think about was how this new angle had the tip of him brushing against your cervix. It hurt, but in the best way, a short, blunt, feeling followed by the pleasurable drag of his length back through your heat.

He pinched the fleshy part of your skin where your ass met your thigh and mouthed for you to 'open your eyes'. When you complied, he continued.

"Here's the thing, Bryce. A deal this big might be scary at first--but you're never going to reap the rewards if you don't take the risk!" He leaned forward on his knees, pressing your leg back towards your chest and sinking deeper into your cunt. "When you have an opportunity like this in front of you, you have to grab it. Sink your teeth into it, and don't let go until. You. Are. Balls. Deep."

He accentuated each word of his disgusting metaphor with a hard thrust and you reached for him, desperately wanting to hold him close, bury your hands in his hair, anything. Instead he held himself up by locking his left arm rigidly on the bed and grabbing your throat with his right. Your breath caught, and the moan you were about to release was nothing more than a silent vibration against his fingers.

“You heard me--” Max grunted as he slammed his hips against you. “So, just tell me--” He gave a hard thrust and a deep sound of exertion. “What I want to hear--” thrust. “And we can both walk away--” thrust. “Richer men.”

He was close, you knew it, surely he wasn’t audacious enough to finish while he was still on the phone. Who were you kidding? It was Max--of course he would.

You reached up and tried to shove his face to get his attention, put your fingers in his mouth like he had done to you earlier. He obliged and turned his head to suck your pointer and middle between his lips with a loud ‘pop’, laving them with spit. You took the opportunity to then shove them between your legs and play your clit in time with his sloppy thrusts.

“Perfect!” Max said suddenly, and loudly enough to startle you, causing you to buck up against him. “That’s what I like to hear! Ted will send over the paperwork and I’ll get it on Monday--fuck, shit--no, Bryce not you--” he bit his lip and squeezed your throat. The added pressure was just what you needed to peak over the edge of your orgasm. Your eyes rolled back and you hand stilled between your legs as you clenched down around his cock and it was apparently enough to bring him with you.

“Max!” You said, strained against his grip around your neck as you leaned up into his body, and held on tightly to his sides.

“Yeah--yeahthatsoundsgreat--Bryce, shut up. Ask Ted--bye---fuuuuuck!”

Max all but flung the Bluetooth across the room as he collapsed almost his full weight on top of you. He buried his face in the crook of your shoulder and groaned as he came deep inside of you, hot and hard like his breath against your already flushed skin. You clung to him, drawing full breaths now that his hands were occupied with digging into your back.

“I can’t--” you panted against his hair as you turned your head to kiss his temple. “Believe you just fucking did that.”

“What?” he chuckled against your collarbone as he held you tightly and grunted as his cock gave a last twitch inside of you. “You think those big wigs never have a Skype meeting without their secretary under their desks sucking their dicks?”

“That’s different--gross. We’re not debating this.”

“You have to admit, it was at least kinda hot--” he grinned against your skin as he kissed from your pulse point down your clavicle, to the tops of your breasts. You rolled your eyes, putting your hand in his hair as he continued to nibble on all of your weak spots.

“Don’t think you can use your mouth to get out of trouble. I mean it Max--” you words stopped as he took one of your nipples in his mouth and bit down gently.

“Uh huh, yes, of course, sugar tits--ow!” He laughed as you gripped his hair and pulled at the nickname you hated. He settled his face between your breasts and you kept your tight grip on his hair.

“I swear to god, if you try to motorboat me right now, I will kick you out of this bed.”

“You’re no fun.” He pouted as he kissed down your stomach and you slowly loosened your grip on his hair. His hands slid down your body, over the swell of your hips, pausing only briefly to cup your ass as he walked his knees down the bed.

“And where are you going?” You watched him, raising an eyebrow as he rolled his eyes back up to you with a smirk.

“Using my mouth to get me out of trouble--lay back,” he breathed gently against the insides of your thighs and ran his tongue along the front of his teeth. You knew he wouldn’t out right ask, but if he made you come again, you’d gladly let him feed from your thigh.

“You sure you don’t have another phone call to make?”

“It’s going to be awhile before you quit holding this over my head, isn’t it?” he chuckled.

“Oh, you bet your ass, it is. Get to work, Mister.” You put your hand back in his hair and pushed his head down against your cunt. The moment his mouth opened to envelop your clit, you leaned back against the pillows with a heavy, contented sigh and closed your eyes. “Hmm, that’s the ticket...champ.”

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[jingabitch]

Thirsty Bitch

Summary: you’ve been bad all night, and Taehyung’s had enough.

Rating: Explicit, so fucking nasty oh my god.

Pairings: Taehyung x reader

Warnings: smut | watersports | nasty af | degradation & dirty talk | cum swallowing | face fucking | this is literally a pwp plEASE heed the tags. 

Word count: 1.5k exactly hehe

A/N: RIGHT, so this was a drabble fill for the kinky would you rather game. I haven’t closed it, so if you want to send in some asks you can still!

You knew you’d been bad tonight. Taehyung’s angry glare drilling holes into the side of your head let you know it. You were begging for a punishment, and he was more than happy to provide it.

You ignored his rage though, continuing to chat with the other guys sat around the table of the bar, your hand casually rubbing Taehyung’s thigh in a move that would look, to others, like simple affection. He knew that you were purposely teasing him though, because your hand would occasionally drift too far up his thigh for things to remain innocent.

Add that to the insane dress you’d worn tonight that made it clear you weren’t wearing any underwear, and the way you kept leaning forward and putting your hand on Jungkook’s arm, and Tae was pissed. He’d already messed up the choreo for On when he caught sight of you in the front row of the audience with your tits basically out, and things definitely hadn’t gotten better when you came bounding up to him backstage after the concert and led him to an empty dressing room. He’d been happy about it until you “remembered” that the others were probably waiting for you guys before going for your celebration dinner and tucked him back into his pants, fully hard and leaking.

Yeah, you were definitely spoiling for some punishment tonight.

Taehyung watched you down the soju the boys put in front of you with a raised brow. He didn’t really enjoy drinking, but you definitely did, and while he didn’t usually begrudge you your enjoyment, tonight he was already irritated and the thought of you getting too drunk to do anything when you went home together later bothered him more than he could say.

“Y/n… I need to talk to you.” He’d always been bad at hiding his emotions, and this time was no exception. His voice was curt and sharp, causing the other members to look over at the two of you with concern. You just shrugged though, completely unbothered.

“Later, when we go home, okay?” you said carelessly, leaning your body against him and craning your neck up to look at his face.

His jaw worked, clearly biting back some sort of angry comment in response.

“Uh, Y/n-ie, he looks pretty mad, maybe you should go see what he wants,” Jimin cautioned, looking over at Taehyung.

You pouted, but acquiesced anyway. “Fine, all right,” you sighed, standing up and looking at him expectantly.

He stood too, pushing his chair out and took your hand, all but dragging you out of the bar and into the alley next to it.

“What the fuck is your problem tonight?!” Taehyung hissed at you, cornering you against the wall.

Feigning confusion, you asked, “What do you mean, baby?” as you wrapped your arms around his neck and pressed your body against his provocatively.

He didn’t untangle your arms, but stepped closer still to you, forcing you back up against the wall. “I mean wearing that ridiculous excuse for a dress, teasing me, and now flirting with the others,” he growled.

You batted your eyes at him. “I don’t know what you’re talking about, baby,” you lied through your teeth. “This dress is cute, isn’t it? I thought you would like it…” you pouted up at him.

“Me and every other member, it seems,” he grumbled jealously.

“Well, if you won’t give me attention…” You let the sentence trail off suggestively.

He snarled and grabbed your throat with his big hand, the fingers stretching across your neck. “You’re such a slut, you know that? Just a thirsty bitch.”

You pressed your lips together to keep from laughing, not sure if his pun was intended or if he was just trying out different slang. Whatever it was, you decided you liked it.

“So what if I am?” you purred. “What if I want to go back in there and suck all your members’ dicks?” You were goading him intentionally now, trying to get under his skin. It was just so fun to rile him up, to see that vein in his temple throb as the imagery took hold in his mind.

“You’re mine.” He pressed his forehead against yours, staring deep into your eyes. When you just shrugged in response, seemingly unconvinced, he frowned and grabbed your wrists, pulling your arms away from him before forcing you to your knees.

The ground was harsh on your bare knees when you hit the ground, but you ignored it, even though you knew you might have scrapes later. Taehyung seemed pleased that you were finally being somewhat obedient, a half smirk adorning his face as he stared down at you with hooded lids. His hands went to his belt, working it free. The clinking of the buckle made you shiver.

He rested his fingertips on your forehead with one hand as he continued undoing his pants with the other, applying enough pressure to let you know that he wanted you to stay without hurting you. You made sure to keep the wide-eyed, slightly surprised expression on your face as he pulled his cock free of his pants. Taehyung rarely ever wore underwear, and you knew he wasn’t tonight because of your earlier dalliance in the dressing room.

“You’re a thirsty bitch, aren’t you?” he crooned again, the fingers on your forehead stroking down your cheek now, before he shoved them rudely into your mouth. “I have just the thing for you…”

He had to remove his fingers from your mouth so he could replace them with his cock, already half-hard. It had been so long since you’d had his cock, though, while he was on tour, and you missed it so much you immediately closed your lips around it and started running your tongue across the head.

“Ah, stop that,” he reprimanded, with a solid tap of his fingers against your cheek. Sulking, you nonetheless acquiesced, opening your mouth enough that he could pull back slightly. The tip of his dick rested on your bottom lip, and he stroked your brow fondly. “You’re thirsty, aren’t you? Poor baby, let me help…”

As he said that, you could see his body relax as he started to pee, the stream gentle to begin with. The familiar taste of it hit your tongue and you closed your eyes as you started to swallow. “Such a good girl, this is the one thing you can do right, isn’t it?” Taehyung said, his tone almost tender as he continued draining his bladder into your mouth. The flow quickly grew too strong for you to catch it all, and it spilled out from the sides of your mouth, down over your body.

“You’re so pretty like this, love, on your knees with your dirty mouth open for me. Does it taste good? I was holding it since before the concert, just for you…” As the urine streamed out of his cock, the dirty words spilled from his mouth, although his tone was soft and gentle as he kept up the filthy narrative for both your benefit.

Your mouth was, obviously, occupied, but the look in your eyes, still trained on him, spoke volumes about how you were feeling. As the stream of urine petered out, he brushed your hair off your face affectionately, before spearing his fingers through the long strands. “Are you still thirsty, bitch?” he cooed at you. When you nodded, he gripped your hair with both hands to hold you still as he started fucking your face, now fully hard. “I have something else for you, but you’ll have to work hard for it,” he told you.

His hips were now pistoning into your face and there really wasn’t much for you to do but relax your throat muscles as best you could. With how worked up he’d been for ages, it didn’t take long before he came, shuddering, onto your tongue. You knew without him telling you that you shouldn’t swallow yet, letting it pool in your mouth. For some reason he adored seeing his cum resting on your tongue before telling you to swallow.

When he was finally satisfied, he gave you the instruction and you obeyed, swallowing before grinning up at him. He rolled his eyes at you fondly and petted your hair.

“That was okay, right? It wasn’t too much?” he asked anxiously as you stood up, brushing the debris from your legs.

You laughed at him. “Tae, if it was too much I would have told you. Don’t worry so much.”

Obviously you weren’t fit to go back into the bar, covered in your boyfriend’s piss, so he went to get the car so you could go home. Hiding behind the car, you changed into the set of clothes you always kept in the car now before sliding into the passenger seat. “Thank you, love,” he said, leaning in to kiss you.

You grinned at him when you separated. “You can make it up to me later.”

[nalgenewhore]

Too Late To Turn Back Now - Epilogue

masterlist - ao3 - last chapter 

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                                                One Year Later

Elide had taken off her heels long before they walked down the hall to their penthouse. The champagne in her blood from the countless toasts at Fenrys and Nehemia’s rehearsal dinner was losing its touch and she felt clear-headed as she unlocked the door and dropped her shoes and mother of pearl minaudière.

Her clutch matched the drop pearl necklace she wore, her accessories simple with her dress. A light lilac silk number with a ruched bust that looked beautiful on her, like a liquid as it clung delicately to her curves. The colour of her almond-shaped acrylics – just long enough to scratch his scalp the way he liked when she played with his hair – matched her dress as well.

“Baby!” she called, spinning around as Lorcan shut the door behind him. He smiled and she felt her lips – painted a dark berry that was stark against her pale complexion – pull up into an intimate grin.

They lived in Orynth now. Elide had quit her job as a prosecutor basically the day they returned from the Northern Isles and when she had gotten an offer as a child advocacy attorney in Orynth, they’d both agreed that she should take it.

Elide had moved to Orynth nine months ago and they stayed separated as Lorcan finished his articling and then snagged a position with Crown Counsel in their new city.

“Princess,” he replied, his voice deep and smooth as he wrapped his arm around her waist and his hands slid down to the curve of her ass. It sent a shiver down her spine. “You looked nice tonight.”

“’Nice’?” she repeated, fake ire in her dark eyes. “That’s all you have to say? I look nice?”

Lorcan rolled his eyes as she went on, chiding him for his ‘lukewarm’ compliment as she put it. With a sigh, he cupped her cheek, his thumb stroking over the apple of her cheek, “Darlin’, you look beautiful, as always. Absolutely stunning. Drop-dead gorgeous. A fuckin’ goddess. Exquisite.” His other hand splayed over her lower back and his thumb circled over her tattooed wyvern’s tail. Due to the slinky, low-cut back of her dress, her tattoos were on full display, something she never would’ve done a year ago.

He switched to Ozuye, praising her in the language she loved so despite only understanding the basics. A pleased, soft grin appeared over her mouth and Lorcan leaned down, resting his brow against hers. “Is that sufficient, your Highness?”

“I think it’ll do,” she whispered, tilting her chin up and kissing him so softly, her hands coming up to cup his face, her fingertips resting elegantly on his stubbled cheeks. With a happy little gasp, she pulled back, “Will you make me food?”

He laughed, his head tipping back. Elide giggled, eyes tracking her boyfriend’s joyful expression. “Yeah, princess, I’ll make you food. What do you want?”

“Ooh remember that pasta you made, like, a week-ish ago? That,” she said, almost buzzing from her excitement. "Please."

Lorcan chuckled and leaned down, pressing a lingering kiss to her lips, “Ok. Let me change and I’ll do it.” Before he could lead her to their room on the second floor, she stopped him, wiping her lipstick from his lips.

“It’s not your shade. Clashes with your suit and skin tone,” she told him, patting his cheek, and letting him tug her behind him.

Entering their bedroom, they found a nest of blankets on their bed, though it had been made before they left. Elide squealed lightly, “Hell, baby!” A furry head popped up, icy blue eyes bright even in the darkness of their room.

Lorcan chuckled as Elide scooped up the Husky puppy – named Hellas – and cradled him close. “I told you he’d be lonely,” she accused him, frowning as she bounced the bundle in her arms. It never failed to make him smile when he remembered just how soft her soft spot for fluffy, little animals was.

“And I told you Mia would kick both our asses for bringing him,” he answered her mildly, taking off his suit jacket and tossing it onto the armchair in the corner. He loosened his tie and went to change while Elide spoke quietly to their pet, his paws swiping the air above him.

By the time he was changed into sweats and a cut off t-shirt, Elide had done nothing except move to the balcony, holding Hellas so that he could look over the glittering city. She held one of his paws, pointing out various sights. Lorcan walked to her, freezing as he approached the threshold of the sliding glass door, unable to think of anything else but when Elide would hold their child like that.

Kids were… abstract to them. They were both fairly young and neither felt any pressure to produce any offspring. Creator damn him, they weren’t even married. The ring in his pocket was practically burning a hole through his sweatpants, taunting him.

“Princess,” he said, his voice low, “I’m gonna get your food started. You want anything else?”

Elide spun neatly, smiling brightly as he reached for the dog and put him down after kissing the top of his head. “Nope! I’m gonna pop in the shower and I’ll be down soon,” she said, resting her hand on his chest as she rose on her tiptoes to kiss his cheek and then thumbed off the mark her lips made. “I love you.”

“And I love you,” he murmured, patting her ass, “c’mon, go on.”

“Someone’s eager to get me wet and naked,” she said, voice cheeky and sultry all at once as she winked.

He leveled her with a flat look and her cackle, indicating she was pleased with the reaction he’d given her, followed her as she waltzed into the master bath, her hips swaying hypnotically.

Lorcan hadn’t been sure when he would ask her, but tonight was perfect.

+*+*+*+*+*+*

Elide toweled her hair dry after changing into a crewneck from her alma mater and a pair of her boyfriend’s boxers. Hair damp, she threw it up in a messy bun as she walked down the stairs, able to see Lorcan at the stove, his back to her.

Hellas was curled on the staircase landing and she scooped the three-month old puppy up, putting him on his feet. He bounded down the stairs, tail wagging as his nails clicked on the hardwood floors. Lorcan leaned down, not taking his eyes off the saucepan to scratch Hellas’ belly when the dog practically threw himself down at Lorcan’s feet and whined softly.

Elide laughed softly and walked down the rest of the stairs, crossing the open-plan floor of their apartment. She stopped by the wine cooler, browsing for a moment before choosing a bottle of Sauvignon Blanc, one that paired well with the creamy and rich pasta alla vodka she loved.

They didn’t speak as she sat herself on a barstool that opposed the stove, set in their kitchen island. Lorcan smiled as she passed him his glass and sipped lightly, nodding at the flavour. “Solid choice, babe.”

Elide laughed at his commentary and drank from her own glass, moaning softly, “If this wine was a person, would you be mad if I left you for them?”

“Like I wouldn’t be the one to leave,” he snorted, lifting the wooden to her lips. “Taste.”

It was delicious, buttery, tomato-y, creamy, rich – “Oh, fuck that’s good. This is, like… head worthy.”

“Keeping it classy as always, are we, Lochan?”

“Only way I know how,” she said, wiggling her brows as she took another sip of her wine, the slightly acidic notes and citrusy undertones cutting through the velvety heaviness of the sauce. “This is the life, you know.”

“Oh, really? Elaborate, if you will, princess,” Lorcan drawled, expertly tearing leaves from the basil plant they had on the black marble countertop and chopping them up, the sharp knife merely a flash of silver.

“Cute dog, lovely apartment, a pretty man to make me pasta whenever I ask for it… every girl’s dream,” she said. “I’m a very lucky gal.”

His eyes softened, the shade of his irises melting into liquid obsidian. Lorcan spoke, his voice quiet, “I like to think I’m the lucky one.” There was a certain intimate happiness, domestic bliss to have her bare faced, hair messy, wearing an old, faded sweater and underwear. Gods, he loved her.

Elide’s face softened as well, her grin small. “I suppose we’ll have to agree to disagree,” she whispered, running the tip of her index finger over the rim of her glass.

Soon enough, Lorcan placed her dish and a fresh glass of wine before her on the little table. They were on their living room balcony, their dog curled up inside on the L-shaped couch, his snout tucked against his side.

Elide had her feet in Lorcan’s lap, her legs stretched out beneath the table. As they ate, he kept one hand on her right ankle, thumb steady over scarred flesh as he traced gentle patterns over the mangled skin.

They talked about absolutely everything and utterly nothing at the same time as they ate, wrapped up in their own little world.

When the dishes were clean, the bottle of wine empty, Lorcan cleared the table, his heart practically throwing itself against his ribcage, similar to how a wave would smash against a cliff, over and over, harsh, and vicious each time.

Elide noticed it as he pulled her into his lap, but he didn’t give in to the feel of her stare on his face. Instead, he kept his gaze on the city. Despite the late time – far past midnight – it was still bustling. “What’s wrong?”

Her fingers ghosted over his face, gripping his chin, and turning his head to her. “Baby?”

“I have a question for you.”

“Don’t hold me in suspense,” she quipped, whatever had been clouding her eyes in worry dissipating.

“I love you.”

“I love you too,” Elide said, a look of confusion passing over her face.

“And I want to spend the rest of my life with you,” he continued, smiling as tears sprung up in her eyes and she realized. Lorcan dug his hand into his pocket and pulled out the ring, a simple silver band and a kite-cut black diamond.

“Oh,” she gasped, her hand coming to rest on her throat.

“Every day, I want with you. Remember a while back, you had gone out with the girls and I came to pick you up and you asked me why you?”

“Yeah,” she whispered, biting the inside of her cheek. “You didn’t say anything.”

“Because I didn’t know why, I just knew. Nothing else, nobody else makes sense, except for you. You’re the only person I want to commit marriage fraud with, the only person I’d make pasta for at,” he glanced at his watch, a rough chuckle escaping his lips, “…3:27am. Marry me.”

“That’s not a question,” she whispered, smiling so widely, her nose scrunching up. “Not exactly giving me oodles of options.”

“Do you need them,” he questioned her, raising a brow as his heart lodged itself in his throat.

“No, I don’t need them. Of course, I’ll marry you. Yes, yes, yes,” she said, sitting up to straddle his lap as he took her hand and slid the ring on her finger. “Perfect fit.” Her hands gently cupped his face, like they always did before she kissed him.

Her lips were soft against his, slow and searching as his rough hands gripped her thighs. Elide deepened the embrace as she looped an arm around his neck and fisted her other hand in his shirt, holding him tight to her.

Lorcan obliged her demand, pulling her closer with his arms around her slim waist. Elide nipped his bottom lip, sucking it into her mouth and caressing it with her tongue before letting go. He let loose a groan, looking up at her with lidded eyes.

Elide brushed his hair back from his brow, “Do you think Fen and Mia are going to yell at us for getting engaged on their wedding day?” They would keep it quiet, of course, not at all wanting to take away from their friends’ day. But their group were a perceptive bunch and even if she didn’t wear her ring, they would sniff it out somehow.

Especially Aelin and Rowan. They were like Gossip Girl, secrets just went to them, like moths to a flame.

Lorcan shrugged and stood up, wrapping her legs around his waist, his hands sliding to lock beneath her ass. “They’ll yell at us for doing it today and yell at us for not telling them. There’s no good option.”

She laughed, tilting her head back as he walked them to their bedroom. “We are a loud bunch, hmm?”

“Just a bit.”

Elide smiled down at him and Lorcan thanked the gods for her, for the chance to make her smile like that every day for the rest of their lives.

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Jason reacting to his s/o drowning in the lake but bring saved by him last min?

A/N: You requested this like three weeks ago and I was so excited by it because it’s my first real request from the slasher fandom. I am sorry it took so long but I got really into it and then I hated all my drafts so I’m going to add my normal disclaimer of “This is bad and I am so sorry but I tried very hard.”

I tried to do a bit of research for this because I have never drowned. I have never experienced this. I struggled very hard with descriptions and emotions and maybe one day, when I suck less, I will come back and revisit this. 

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This wasn’t supposed to happen. No one was supposed to find you. You purposely chose the cabin farthest from the trails, surrounded by a thick cluster of trees, to make your home. People rarely got passed the perimeter of the lake before Jason got to them so there hadn’t been any reason for you to actively worry for your own safety, not this far into the woods. You knew where all the traps were, Jason had helped you set them up, and how to navigate the path he left clear on the off chance you needed to leave.

Jason was the softest man you had ever known but he wasn’t a fool. He made a survivor out of you when you decided that he was worth everything. He molded you into someone who could navigate and forage as well as he could, and you wore his pride like you wore his love.

Archery. Hunting. Fishing. Trapping. Reading weather patterns. You mastered them all under his watchful eye. They were precautionary measures taken seriously, on the off-chance that something happened to him and you were left vulnerable.

No one was supposed to get this far out though.

You weren’t planning on ever having to see anyone outside for the few times you went to town.

But they had.

Three people had.

Three very angry people who realized that, no you weren’t a prisoner that needed saving. You were living in the camp, of your own free will, knowing that Jason was out there.

Three very angry people that decided that they were going to get revenge.

And you fought. You fought hard. You tumbled and thrashed as they grabbed you. Your own knife – a gift from Jason - slashed into thick flannel and weak skin before it was knocked from your hand. You screamed for Jason, biting at the fingers trying to stuff the gag in your mouth, blood filling your mouth. You punched and kicked as they pinned and tied you down. You bruised and tore at any skin you could, desperation clawing at your chest.

But they had caught you by surprise and with their combined strength, they forced you into submission.

Things were a blur as one of the intruders lifted you over their shoulder, exchanging words with the other two about what to do next. You attempted to wiggle free but they were strong, a lot stronger than you, and tightened their grip.

“We could use her as leverage. That psycho knows she’s here. He’s letting her live. She has to have some kind of importance to him….”

They trekked down the beaten path, the one Jason left clear for you and you wondered how they found it. The sun was getting lower in the sky and you knew Jason was tracking them. He wouldn’t do anything while they still had you, he wouldn’t risk your life knowing that they were using you as their shield.

You weren’t worried though, he’d get them. He always did.

And you’d reward him for it, like you always did.

It felt like an eternity before they stopped, their boots clunking heavily as they made their way down the pier.  

“Hey asshole!” One of them shouts suddenly and you wiggled as the one holding you adjusted so he was carrying you bridal style. Jason was standing off to the side of lake, adjacent to the pier, and you could feel the fury radiating off of him. His emotions were subtle but, after spending so much time learning him, you knew from the line of his shoulders that he was enraged.

Your love was covered in fresh blood that you knew wasn’t his and you took a glance at your captors.

Their eyes reflected their loss, vacant aside from the echoes of their torment. For a moment, you felt sympathy.

But only for a moment.

They may not have asked for this but there was a consequence to every action and their actions led them here.

“We got your girl!” The one holding you continues, shaking you a bit in their arms. “If you let us go, we’ll let her go. If not, we toss her in the lake and you can watch her drown.”

Fear crawled along your ribs. Swimming was something you weren’t particularly skilled at on a normal basis but you knew how to make yourself float and paddle to shore. But tied up, gagged, and beaten?

You wouldn’t survive.

And there would be no one to save you.

Jason was terrified of going in the lake. He had no problems being on the piers or walking around the edges of it but submerging himself under the water was a whole different ballgame, one he wanted no part of.

And your captors knew it.

You kept your eyes on Jason, waiting, and from the way his body tensed, you knew Pamela was giving him instructions. Pamela spoke with him often, watching over her son the way a loving mother would. The land of Camp Crystal Lake was her domain. She oversaw everything. You didn’t understand a lot of how spirits interacted with the living but you did know she was capable of talking to people if they stayed on the grounds long enough.

She’s reached out to you several times for a quick chat. (There was something to be said about your level of sanity but you weren’t going to focus on that at the moment.)

The person holding you was twitching, fingers digging into your body, pressing into the bruises already forming. You can only imagine the bruised mess you are going to be after this.

For a few solid moments, it was quiet. No one moved.

And, in a move that you would have never expected from Jason, he dropped his machete onto the grass and held his hands up, surrendering. The tension eased from his shoulders. The emotions that rushed through you would take a while to unpack.

When you were free.

Your captors grinned, celebrating their apparent victory over the mighty Jason Voorhees. More jostling. More taunting. Manic smiles and obnoxious noise.m,

‘Ok now. You’ve won. You’ve bested him. Let me go.’ You thought as they as they started backing off of the pier, still hollering but wisely keeping their eyes on Jason. There was a sinking feeling in your stomach, panic clawing at your throat.

Jason took a step forward, lifting his hand and pointing at you. Your captors paused, still grinning as they looked between each other. The one holding you adjusts you in his arms.

And it hits you.

They’re going to let you go.

They’re just going to let you go into the lake.

You scream through the gag, thrashing as you are lifted over the pier and dropped. You can hear them running and the crash of your body hitting the water before everything goes silent.

The water is cold as it wraps around you, dragging what little air you have from your lungs. Beams of light scattered through the water, the silhouettes of the plants and fish casting odd and blurry shadows around you. The gag in your mouth swelled, the excess water dripping down the back of your throat, choking as you fought to preserve your remaining air.

You thrash again in sheer desperation, fingers flexing only to grasp nothing, but the ropes don’t budge.The light rippled along the top of the water, mocking you as you descended farther down, legs kicking feebly as you do.

The edges of reason disappeared as panic collapsed into numbness. All your survival training disintegrated, flitting away with the speed and dexterity of a hummingbird. Your lungs were burning, every second tightening your access to your air supply. The light dimmed around the edges as the surface drifted farther away from you.

‘I didn’t want to die like this,’ you thought, tears mixing with the lake water.  A heaviness descended, tendrils of death holding you close, and with it, you faded into darkness.

The sun was barely over the horizon when you came to, sputtering in harsh gasping breathes as your lungs filled with air. The pressure on your chest lifted and you curled to the side, dirty lake water evacuating your body in rapid bursts. Your clothes were soaked, sticking unpleasantly to your form as you learned how to breathe again.

After what felt like hours, you collapsed back into the dirt, eyes opening to see an equally soaked Jason hovering above you.

The sudden onslaught of emotions at the implications of his current state made you dizzy but oh, how you loved him.

“Jason?” you croaked, mouth cracking in the creases as you moved it, “Jason? Did- Did you-”

‘Did you jump in after me? Beautiful man, you must have been so scared. I am so sorry but I am honored you love me like this. Thank you. Thank you, my sweet loving man.’

A soft ‘ssh’ noise came from behind his mask, a big burly hand reaching out to stroke your wet hair from your face. He reached over and grabbed his jacket, discarded before he plunged in after you, and lifted your limp body into a sitting position to place it on you. The sun was setting slowly and once it was gone, the night air would bring a chill.

You grinned weakly, turning your head to look at him as he fit your arms into his jacket sleeves, marveling at how wonderfully lucky you were. He pulled back just enough to adjust you and he tensed, lifting the flap of his jacket to look closer at your shirt.

Or, more specifically, the blood spatter on your shirt.

A low distressed noise rumbled from him and you made the soft ‘ssh’ noise back at him, finding enough mobility in your hand to grasp one of his. His eyes met yours from behind the mask.

“It’s not mine, Jason. I promise.”

Your grinned widened as his eyes darkened behind the mask. He always got a little hot under the collar whenever you demonstrated how capable and downright vicious you could be. His grip on you tightened minutely, moving to press his masked forehead onto yours.

A loud scream filled the air and you jerked back, startled at the sudden noise. His hands gripped you tighter to keep you from flinging yourself all the way back into the dirt.

You knew that voice. You knew that scream.

You grinned, leaning back into Jason so your eyes met his.

“Take me back to the cabin and go get them Jay. I’ll be waiting.”

~~~~

END

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Reconciliation - Rafe Adler x F! Reader - SMUT!

Fuck! I'm so fucking in love with Rafe. He's a bad guy but he's also very hot. Dammit.

Before you proceed, let me warn you. This fic has very serious sexual themes that may not be comfortable with you, such as face slapping, and pain kink.

If those make you uncomfortable, I suggest you turn away from this chapter. I repeat. Do not read if you're uncomfortable. Everything you read here is and will always be consensual.

(Edit: reposted bcs i had to add the cut and fix the spacing. the tumblr app is so fucking shitty.

Tags:

reconciliation, heavy pain kink, face slapping, daddy kink, rafe being a big baby, but he's your big baby, Hate sex, but you love each other, dirty talk, crying (in a good way) during sex, choking, squirting, lots of neck and jaw grabbing, Dom! Rafe, soft rafe by the end, basically pure SIN

"Don't think I've forgotten how much of a slut you are for me,"

You checked the time. 1:23AM. You groaned and rolled to the other side of the bed. You couldn't sleep. You were up all night again, overthinking. It was not out of the norm to overthink, in your case. After all, you did go through a terrible heartbreak. Your boyfriend, well, ex-boyfriend, Rafe, had decided to break up with you the worst way possible. His words still stung like hell.

"I don't want you in my life anymore,"

It was painful, especially the first few weeks. You were struggling with work. Almost everyday you pondered why he'd do such thing to you. Were you not good enough? Was he cheating? You never knew. Sometimes you'd question yourself if you were even worth it, even til this day. You stared at the ceiling for about solid 10 minutes, before deciding to get up.

"I'm gonna go get a drink," you whispered to yourself, getting up, grabbing your phone and making your way downstairs. You opened the lights, heading to the home bar. It was a small one, but it did decorate your house better. You walked behind the home bar's counter as you grabbed a bottle of whiskey.

(If you don't know what a home bar looks like, go look it up so you can have an idea.)

You grabbed a glass, some ice, and then brought it to the living room, making yourself comfortable as soon as you sat down on the couch, and pouring yourself a drink. You'd take a sip, sometimes downing the drink, as you scrolled through Instagram or Twitter, liking memes and hot people's photos, and eventually playing your typical go-to playlist.

You were (quite rudely) interrupted when you heard someone bang on the door. You frowned, looking at the door. You debated whether you were going to open it or leave it be. Who the hell could it be? For sure, you didn't want to die like the dumb white people in movies, so you were certainly not opening the door.

You didn't get up, not just yet. The banging stops, and then it goes again.You groaned, getting up and looking through the doorhole, expecting a stranger.

But it was no stranger. It was Rafe. Rafe fucking Adler. The man who you loved to bits. Rafe who said he didn't want you anymore. Rafe who said he didn't want to see you. Rafe who had your heart and decided to tear it to pieces. It was strange. What the hell was he doing here, after a year?

You opened the door, a big frown on your face. There he stood, big, black circles under his eyes, and despite his messy hair, he still pretty much looked good. Not that you were going to admit it. You looked behind him, and saw his car parked right in front of your driveway. Asshole.

"F/N."

Rafe was the one who first spoke. You furrowed your brows, and rubbed the bridge of your nose. "Rafe." you said, forcing a smile. "To what do I owe this  lovely  visi-" You were cut off by Rafe grabbing your wrist and pulling you to him, crashing his lips against yours. As much as you'd love Rafe to kiss you and make you feel good right now, you weren't really taking shit from him. Why was he here, anyway?

He held you by your shoulders, pushing you further inside the house, so he could come in, but you pushed him away. "F/N-" Rafe took a step near you. "Don't. Just... Don't." you say. "What are you doing here?" you asked, anger dripping off from your voice. Rafe scoffed, but he couldn't answer. "What are you doing here!?" you ask, angrier this time. "So you're spying on people now?! Huh? Is that what you are? A stalker? A creep? What the hell?!"

"I wanted to see you, alright?!"

You were taken aback. "What- What was with the "I don't want you in my life anymore", Rafe?" you asked. Rafe avoided your gaze. "Look at me! God! I'm fucking talking to you!" you shouted, and Rafe looks at you, pain and guilt in his eyes.

"It's complicated," was his only reply. You looked at him with disbelief. "It's comp... complicated... Right," you laughed a little, running a hand through your hair. "Right. I was complicated. And instead of... Instead of being straight up honest with me in the first place, you could've saved me from losing a job, almost going broke, and a shit fucking ton of sadness and pain!" You shouted, your voice audibly shaking.

"I can expl-"

Slap!

"Go to hell, Adler," you hissed. Rafe hissed, his cheek immediately burning hot from the impact. "I loved you! I fucking loved you! I moved in to New York with you, left my hometown for you, and what, you're leaving me, no, you left me, because I'm complicated?" you say, wiping the tears from your face. You swallowed the lump forming in your mouth, your face hot with the sudden rush of rage.

"I hate you."

"You hate me?"

You crossed your arms. "Yeah." you say. "I don't believe that," Rafe says, before closing the distance between you. He cups your cheek and kisses you. The rough, passionate kiss had said many unspoken words between you two.

I miss you.

Need you.

Come back, please.

I want you.

Only yours.

Yours.

I love you.

You wrapped your arms around him, and he wraps his arms around your waist, feeling comfort with the warmth of your bodies. You hear him kick off his shoes, and he pushes you down to the couch, his knee inbetween your legs to keep them from closing. "You're still stubborn as ever," Rafe says, secretly admiring the F/C, silk nightgown you wore. "No, I'm not," you stared at his lips, then batting your eyelashes at him.

"Shut up." Rafe whispered, his fingers pulled on your hair. You grinned, and Rafe felt shivers trail down his spine with that mischievous grin of yours.

"Make me."

Rafe chuckles at your cocky remark. "You don't want to test me, F/N." Rafe whispers, leaning down next to your ear. "Because as far as I can remember," Rafe pauses.

"I know just how to wreck you."

You could almost whimper. Surely, you missed the way he dominated you. "No you don't." you murmured. "Yes..." Rafe whispered, his grip on your neck tightening.

"... I do,"

You could only laugh.

"Try me,"

"Color?" He asks. "Green," you say. Rafe grabs your jaw, leaning close to you. "I'm still mad at you, Adler," you say. Well, tried to say. "Oh, babygirl. I didn't ask," Rafe purred, his other hand slipping past the end of your nightgown and making circles with his fingers against your clothed pussy. You whimper and Rafe lets go of your jaw. "And for the record, you have no right to call me by my last name," Rafe says.

Letting go of your neck, he slaps your cheek. You yelped. "You will learn to respect me, little girl," Rafe says. You bit your lip. He slaps you again, catching you off guard. "What do you say?" Rafe asked, grabbing your jaw quite harshly.

"What do you say?!"

You whined. Dom Rafe sure was a sight to behold. Fucking Christ, why does he have a big ego? You thought. he lets go of your jaw to fix the stray hair that covered your face.

"I'm sorry, Daddy," you groaned. "What was that? I didn't catch that, little slut," Rafe says, a smirk plastered on his face. You bit your lip. "I'm sorry, Daddy," you hissed. "Good girl," Rafe said, before kissing you. You felt your heart flutter when your lips touched. You missed him so bad. You let out a moan when he starts rubbing your clit again, this time with much more pressure. "Gonna make sure you'll beg me to stop," Rafe whispered, and you gasped when he rips off the lace panties.

"I loved that underwear," you groaned. "I'll buy you the whole lingerie shop," Rafe reassures, throwing away the ripped lace. You let out a breathy moan as you felt his fingers tease your cunt, rubbing your entrance. "You want my fingers, little slut?" Rafe asked. "Yes, please," you muttered. Rafe raises an eyebrow at you, and you knew exactly what he wanted.

"Yes, please, Daddy,"

Rafe looks at you in amusement, and you wish you could slap the stupid smug grin on his face, but that was quickly avoided when he pushes in two fingers in you. Your eyes roll at the sensation, unable to contain the pleasure that sparked through your body. It's been a while, after all.

"My god, look at you," Rafe says, going easy on you with his fingers, slowly pumping them. You whimpered and moaned at every stroke. "I'm barely doing anything and you're already rolling your eyes, slut," Rafe whispers, caressing your cheek with his other hand. "Go harder on me, Daddy," you whimpered, needy and desperate just for him. He wraps his hand around your neck, and you felt him slowly put pressure on his fingertips. "You sure?" "Please!"

He starts picking up his speed, making sure to make you feel how deep and thick his fingers are deep inside you. "Fuck!" you groaned, holding onto his wrist. "Just like this, little girl? You missed being fucked by Daddy's fingers?" Rafe growled, watching your expressions. "Yes, yes, yes, fuck!" you moaned at every pummel of his fingers. "Fuck! Oh my fucking God! It feels so good!" you rolled your eyes. "That's my good little whore," Rafe bit his lip, clearly satisfied with how you responded to his touches. "I'm gonna give it to you til it hurts," Rafe whispered.

You grow wetter by the second, how erotic you felt when you heard the sounds the both of you made in the living room. You tap on his wrist, and he lets go of your throat, letting you breathe again. Your body was on fire, feeling every button that Rafe knew just how to press.

"Rafe, fuck!" You moaned, your back arching, and your chest pressing against his. "That's not what you call me," Rafe growled, harshly biting down on your neck, the taste of copper on his tongue. "I'm sorry," you cried out, your hands clutching on his dark blue sweater, and the way you moaned it out had sent Rafe's cock and ego thriving for more.

"Say it again," Rafe growled. Fuck! Fuck those skilled hands and fingers of his. You thought. "I-I'm sorry, Daddy!" you whimpered, a strong sensation pooling in you. Rafe could just cum in his pants right now. He missed you so bad. He never really went to see another person after you broke up. He couldn't. He knew you were the only one for him, and vice versa.

"Damn right you are,"

Rafe curls his fingers up, and you scream, stars in your vision, an intense feeling rushing through you. "Fuck! Oh, fuck, babygirl! You fucking squirted!" Rafe growled, pulling away from you to look down at the mess you made. His fingers stopping. Your face reddens, unable to look at him. It wasn't the first time that happened, really. It's Rafe Adler, for fuck's sake.

Rafe laughs in amusement, biting his lip. "Do it again," Rafe says, his fingers ramming in you without any hints of mercy. "No- Daddy- Rafe- Fuck!" You rolled your eyes again, your chest heaving as you wailed. "C'mon, little slut, gonna squirt for me?" Rafe groaned at his tight pants. "Yes! I-I'm gonna fucking cum, Daddy, fuck!" you moaned, knees wobbling as you felt yourself gush again on him.

His fingers ride you out from your high, your knuckles turning white at how tight you were holding his sweater. "I wanna taste you," you muttered, one of your hand trailing down to his clothed bulge.

"Pretty please, Daddy?"

Rafe groaned, his cock twitching. "Fine," he grumbled, standing up. You laid there, checking him out, and how his sweater still defined his lean body. "Well? Get on your knees," he says, and you scoff but obey, getting off the couch and kneeling for him. You watch him take off his belt, and he emitted a dominating aura (Big dick energy, actually). You unbutton his pants, and you pull it down, revealing the boxers that outlined the shape of his dick.

"Look at what you fucking do to me," Rafe growled, grabbing your hair. You pull out his cock from his boxers, and well, no surprise, he was packing. You open your mouth and take him in slowly, the tip leaking with precum. Rafe threw his head back at the sensation, eyes rolling as he moaned for you while you took his cock. You start moving your head, slowly at first, but Rafe wasn't taking any of that. He held your head in place, moving his hips, and you let out a muffled cry as he fucked your mouth.

"Ooh, shit," he cussed, biting his lip. You look up at him, and his facial expressions were fucking amazing. How he'd roll his eyes and let himself immerse in the pleasure. You let your eyes close, savoring the moment before he leaves you again. Or so you thought, honestly. Your tongue swirled on his tip, making sure to lick his slit, and let your hands cover for the unoccupied parts your mouth couldn't reach. Not without a little help. His hips buck against your lips, and he lets out a loud moan, loving the warmth and wetness of your mouth. He pulls your hair again, sheathing himself deep in your throat, and your hands held tight on his built thighs. "I missed fucking your mouth," Rafe murmurs, controlling the pace. You look up at him again, and he moves your head to the side, bulging his cock out on your cheek, and no lie, the sight beneath him was the greatest treasure he had found.

"Fuck! You're gonna make me cum in that fucking mouth," Rafe muttered, and one of your hands went up and fondled his balls, and Rafe could've just melted right there. "You're such a naughty little fucking slut for Daddy, aren't you?" Rafe growled, his cock twitching and aching for release. You hum in response, and Rafe picks up the pace of his hips, fucking your mouth rough as you feel him fill your throat again and again. "Fuck, let me cum inside that fucking mouth of yours, babygirl." Rafe licked his lips, moaning turning slowly to whines and whimpers. You hollowed your cheeks, and Rafe lets out a loud cry, unable to contain himself. He pushes his cock all the way in, and you felt yourself gag as he came in your throat, immediately giving you a taste of him.

You shut your eyes, trying not to literally throw up, tears stinging your eyes and you tap on Rafe's thigh, and he pulls out after releasing a load in your throat. You wiped the saliva that dripped from your mouth, and grin at him. "Don't smile at me like I'm not done with you, little slut," Rafe says, lowering himself to your level and grabbing your neck, but no pressure involved. He kisses you, tasting himself on your tongue as you returned the kiss. Rafe breaks the kiss briefly, sitting down on the couch, and kicking off his pants and underwear as you sat on his lap, kissing him again, a hand making its way to his cheek, then to the back of his head, tugging and pulling on it. You pulled away, and pulled his hair back, exposing his adam's apple, and your lips making its way to the exposed flesh. "Gonna mark me, babygirl?" Rafe asked, and you just nod, licking and sucking on the spot under his ear.

"Daddy's all yours,"

You bit down on the spot, and Rafe smacks your exposed ass. "That's my girl," he mutters. You let go of his hair, and you tug at the sweater. "Take them off, Daddy," you cooed, hands slipping past his sweater and roaming his body. "Of course, babygirl," Rafe says before he takes off his sweater. As soon as the clothing was off, you rid yourself off the nightgown, and his hands were all on you, too. Rafe leans in and kisses your neck, and you grind yourself against his still hard cock. "Mmm, need your cock, Daddy," you whispered. Rafe just hums at you, one of his hands guiding his cock to your entrance. "Beg," He said, kissing up to your jawline. "Please, Daddy," you whined.

"Please, Rafe,"

And honestly, he was far too horny to correct you, thrusting in you with one swift movement, and you moaned, holding his shoulders. Rafe leans back, feeling lightheaded from the feeling of you. "Fuck, you're so— F/N, shit!" Rafe shut his eyes, moaning at how tight you are. You slowly rock your hips, and Rafe holds your hips and moving you to the pace of his liking.

Well, no surprise, he liked it fast and rough.

Pummeling his cock deep in you as you moaned. No words needed to he said. Your nails left red crescents, too immersed in bliss. "Please, fuck me harder, Daddy," you plea, legs wrapped around his waist, and Rafe wastes no time, laying you on your back and he starts taking you right there. "You missed me, babygirl?" Rafe asked, thrusting hard in you, and you mewled, unable to form a coherent sentence at how fucking good you felt. How good Rafe made you feel. One of his hands grabbed your jaw quite harshly.

"I said, did you miss me?"

You clench against him, and nod. "Yes, Daddy, I missed you," you say inbetween moans and gasps for breath. You'd fed his monstrous ego (and cock) once again. He holds your shoulders, and starts ramming his cock in you rough and hard. You screamed for him, toes curling at the feeling of his cock. You begged him more, and he complied. Your hand cups his cheek and you pull him closer to whisper words he secretly wanted you to say.

"Hurt me,"

Of course, Rafe would never hurt you. You had your safeword and color, and you trust him. Rafe chuckles, and he slaps you. "Is this what you want, whore?" Rafe asked, pummeling in you as he slaps you again. You yelped. "Yes, Daddy!" you moaned out. "You love it when Daddy hurts you?" "Yes!" Slap! "You're such a fucking whore, F/N," "More!" Slap! Your body ached for him, but you loved it. Rafe rubs your hot cheek, and you rake your nails on his shoulders, your orgasm slowly coming. "I'm gonna cum!" you screamed out, legs trying to push him closer and deeper to you. "Yeah? Babygirl's going to cum?" Rafe growled, pounding you mercilessly, making sure to hit your right spots and give it to you right.

"Yes!! Fuck!" you wailed, face contorting in pleasure as your orgasm coming in fast and intense. With a few more thrusts from Rafe, you cum on his cock, gushing and screaming as you dug your nails on his shoulders at the sensation. It felt so intense, and Rafe moaned with you, his thrusts getting erratic. Too immersed in each other, you cup his cheek, and he rests his forehead on yours.

I love you. I love you. I love you.

Eyes not leaving each other, you watch Rafe eitb intent, his moans turning to whines as he spilled his cum inside you, accompanying him with moans as his cock twitched. He lets out a loud whine, and you close the gap between the two of you, crashing your lips on his. He kisses you, cupping your cheek, and rubbing it with his thumb. He pulls away briefly, gasping for air at the intense orgasm, slipping out of you before he collapses ontop of you. Not that you minded.

You were the one who spoke first this time, breaking the silence. "Why'd you leave, Rafe?" you asked, tracing his back muscles. "I was scared," Rafe says, looking up at you. "I slowly realized how vulnerable I was with you," he says, and your heart sinks at the stray tears that came from his eyes. "I-I thought you'd betray me, turn your back on me," he says. "I never stopped loving you, F/N. Creepy as it sounds, I watched over you. Seeing if you'd make it to work safe, get back home safe," he says. You held his hand, and he kisses it.

"We'll fix this, Rafe. I love you,"

"I know,"

Rafe grins at you and your other hand wipe the tears away. And the both of you laugh at how cliche and how hopelessly in love you both were with each other. Soon, your body started to ache at his weight (and size. hehe.)

"Another round?"

"Definitely."

End~

I hope you all liked i uh was binge watching prison break while trying to finish all uncharted in one sitting  i'm in love with rafe and tough characters who have a soft spot for their significant other *cries* and as you can see i was carried away with this

Stay inside, stay safe from Corona!

Love,

Kanra

[robronanniversarycelebration]

Precious Time (fic to complement art)

to anna @illgetmerope, for the robron anniversary celebrations i really wanted to pay tribute to you as an amazing artist and thank you for your wonderful art. i wrote three short fics to work alongside three of your favourite art pieces. i hope i managed to do them justice because what i love best about your pieces is the intimacy, emotion and joy that you can feel through the screen. being that i’ve set this in the “now” universe, the fic does have a sad edge but i hope you’ll forgive me.

Precious Time

i.

(art inspiration)

Aaron’s out of breath, his wild heart thrashing under damp skin. He pulls Robert closer, until their foreheads bump and Robert’s fingers climb to the back of his neck. Aaron’s mouth falls ajar and he’s too aware of the sounds he’s making. Gasping. Desperate. Between them, their cocks touch, their hands stroke. Aaron feels like he just might collapse at the knees. Robert stops for a moment to kiss him, and murmur hotly: “I want you. God, I want you.”

The bedroom is dark, the only light from a leak of moonlight between the slats of the blinds and there’s something about the dim that makes everything closer, more intimate.

Robert pulls Aaron by the hips and runs his tongue and teeth against Aaron’s throat and Aaron’s fingers in Robert’s hair feel like a retaliation, tugging and teasing. Then by some magic Aaron has control again, and edges them over to the wall of the bedroom. Robert’s been away on a haulage trip and oh fuck he’s missed this, missed Robert’s body, the size and skill of his hands. There’s only so much memories and late night texts can do.

It’s stupid o’clock and Robert told him not to wait up but he had. He’d sprawled on the sofa, TV on low and pinching himself to stay awake. He’d failed. When he was next aware of his surroundings, Robert was home, creeping around the living room to cover Aaron in a blanket, but Aaron opened an eye and grabbed his wrist to stop him.

“I told you not to wait,” Robert said with such affection that Aaron pulled him down by the shirt collar for a kiss.

“I wanted to see you.”

After a kiss that was slow and sleepy, Robert pulled away and with suggestion in his voice said, “How tired are you?”  

Aaron leapt off the sofa and then they were upstairs, stark naked, kissing in a sleep-deprived trance. Real conversation could wait for the morning. Robert would ask about the yard, about Liv, and Aaron would hear the trials and tribulations of some complicated haulage route and queues in Dover.

Aaron’s so close to the edge now, but Robert knows him too well and holds back, toying with him. He tries to roll his hips, rub up against Robert, but it’s a game of cat and mouse, Robert wants to delay it. Robert presses his forehead harder against Aaron’s and lets deliberately loud moans cause goose-bumps to appear on Aaron’s skin. He lets sighs and groans morph into extended versions of Aaron’s own name. Other words blend into it too, words like: good, and yes, and, oh like that. Sometimes, Robert admitted to Aaron, he could get hard just by imagining Aaron jerking him off. That’s how good he was.

Aaron feels Robert sinking, aware that in some way they’re holding each other up. He leans some of his weight on Robert’s shoulder and in turn, Robert presses his nose and mouth into the crook of Aaron’s neck and whimpers. Aaron rolls his head to the side and whispers so Robert can hear, a strangled, urgent cry: “I’m gonna come.”

*

ii.

(art inspiration)

There’s a moment where they share the same breath, where neither of them feel like separate people. Aaron loses the second syllable of Robert’s name down the back of his throat and runs his hands over Robert’s chest, transferring heat to all the peaks and shallows of his body. His hands come to a natural fit around his waist that once might have felt like possession but now is just home. Comfort.

What had it been? An argument, a fight. Something quick and hot-tempered, an explosion of shouting, and later when he was alone, tears. Time was falling from them fast and Aaron hated himself – hated them both – for wasting a single second. When they made up they didn’t speak, curling against each other, pressing their noses into skin and hair and clothes and committing it all to memory while pretending they weren’t.

Robert seems taller somehow, like Aaron’s grief is shrinking him day by day. Robert presses his face against Aaron, breathes him in, puts his hands on his shoulders as if to say: I’m right here. Aaron manages to bottle it all up again, the solid presence of Robert’s body giving him a strength he can no longer find just in himself. He understands now why people talk of finding “The One”, why people talk about souls. He’s always thought it’s stupid. He still does when it comes out of the mouths of people who haven’t known love like he has.

He can feel Robert’s heart racing, just like earlier when the frustrating was pulsing away in Robert’s neck. When they’re breathing in tandem again, eyes closed and all Aaron can feel in the slight weight of Robert’s hands, they begin to move. Sway so slightly that an observer wouldn’t even be able to notice. It feels like a lifetime since they danced in front of their friends and family in a pub tackily dressed for every occasion. A bee hanging from the ceiling. Christmas chintz. He was at his happiest, at an impossible place, and yet the day after he knew prison would crush him.

It feels like a lifetime. It feels like yesterday.

Aaron secures his arms around Robert’s waist with a clinging that says: never let me go.

Breathe in, breathe out. He can make this last forever, if he holds on tight enough. He tilts his head so his lips catch Robert’s and then nestles his face in the crook of his neck. He knows, in some way, that every touch is a goodbye now, but he won’t let the thought consume him. He won’t let it win.

*

iii.

(art inspiration)

When they get home on the Sunday, the 6th, the day after their anniversary, with the low-slung sun blaring into their eyes on the drive home from the hotel, they collapse onto the sofa. Their eyes squint to stay open and Robert pulls a rough hand through his unstyled hair before offering to make Aaron a drink.

“I’m fine,” he says and then in a flush of softness, rests his hand on Robert’s knee and his head on his shoulder. “I’m knackered-”

“-but it was worth it.”

Aaron’s smile steals the breath from him. “Hundred percent.”

It’s hard not to let any leak of sadness through but they’d promised themselves through the weekend that this was a time to treasure, to reminisce and be grateful. Not a time to dwell on the future and the what ifs - when had that ever got them anywhere?

They were supposed to be using Mandy’s money for important things, but Robert had reasoned with him that this was their wedding anniversary - their first - and it was an occasion that deserved celebrating in luxury. Robert booked a five-star penthouse suite with its own terrace, a hot tub, a gilded bath in the bedroom. Aaron didn’t want to see the bill and he let Robert organise the whole thing as a surprise, shutting out any pressing thoughts about what their life might look like in a few months to just enjoy the moment. It wasn’t denial. It was survival.

It was second nature in the hotel bed, adrenaline and passion made him euphoric. Robert took every sensation he owned and multiplied it. Toes curled, spine arched, the pressure of pleasure so intense he thought he might have to escape his own skin. Afterwards Robert checked the time on the watch Aaron had gifted him – well, returned – a year ago and then stroked Aaron’s face, thumb stilling on his lip.

“A year ago to the hour, husband,” Robert said.

“Best day of my life,” Aaron said, denying the tears that were threatening and leaned to kiss him, to seal their anniversary with a new vow of its own. To cherish every second.

They didn’t even entertain the idea of going somewhere that evening, it was as much as Robert could do to entice Aaron downstairs to the bar and restaurant for something to eat. But that was after a long, hot soak in the bath, watching Robert lay stark naked as he flicked through the TV channels. Aaron wore a shirt and blazer as promise and then because Robert was nothing but a cheesy bastard, an extra dessert was brought out after they’d finished the first, and placed between them.

Happy Wedding Anniversary x

The waiter gave Robert a subtle nod when he placed it down, candle and everything and said to them, “Congratulations. We heard it was a very special day.”

“It is,” Robert said, filling Aaron’s stunned and aching silence with an adoring smile. “Thank you.”

Aaron stared at the candle, his throat clenching after the waiter had gone. “Can you make a wish if it’s not a birthday?”

“Worth a shot.”

Under the table Aaron gripped his hand and together they closed their eyes and wished for the same thing.

Back at home on the sofa, Aaron feels Robert shift beside him, reaching for something on the coffee table. It’s their wedding album. Aaron knows Robert’s been keeping it out to look at every few days, opening it and closing it like picking at a scab. When it’s out, sitting there, it’s shiny cover, it taunts them, comforts them. Every day has the same atmosphere.

Aaron budges up next to him so they’re comfortably squashed in the arm of the sofa and tucks his arm through Robert’s so they can look through it together. They’re in silence mostly, looking at each picture, each photograph electric with its own memories. They laugh out loud at some of them from the reception, like the one of Faith leaving lipstick marks all over Robert’s cheeks. There are photos of all the family, the doughnut cake, the car, the decorated pub filled with photos taken from their life together. The album tells a story all on its own.  

“It was perfect,” Robert says flicking back to the photo of the two of them after they’d said their vows, when they were walking back down the aisle, confetti, tears and cheers surrounding them.

“Feels like yesterday.”

“We can always do it again,” Robert says with a teasing smile.

“Marrying me twice not enough?”

Robert takes his hand tightly, it’s all bones and knuckles and sincerity. It feels unbreakable.

“Marrying you is the best thing I ever did.”

[j-c-dyersblog]

Couldn't Sleep

Sooo, yeah. I started this a few weeks ago but got a little frustrated with it so I set it aside. I finally came back to it and well I don't totally hate it I guess? It is only like my second attempt at writing anything smutty but the first time posting it so bare with me. Figured I should stop staring at it and just post it! Constructive criticism is of course welcomed and appreciated. Anyways, I'll leave it at that! Enjoy! Or nah? You know, no pressure.

Pairing: Jim Kirk x (female)reader

Word count: oh dear, about 2300

Warnings: smut, unprotected sex, some cursing... if I missed anything lemme know

Gif is not mine.

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You finally came up for air only to choke on a bit of water that sloshed in your face. You inhaled sharply when you noticed a tall figure standing above you that wasn't there when you went under. The indoor pool at the gym was completely empty this late at night so it was your favorite place to go when you just couldn't wind down. Usually after about thirty solid minutes of swimming laps you were beat and ready to crawl into bed. This time, you were only ten minutes in when a familiar face showed up.

"Fucks sake," you cough out. Wiping the water from your eyes you stared up at the man before you wearing gym shorts and a black t-shirt that hugged his form so tightly. His gym bag was slung over his shoulder and he stood there smirking down at me.

"Are you sure both your parents were human?"

Confused, you squinted your eyes at him.

"I'm just saying, I watched you swim fifty meters in one breath and it made me light headed."

You let out a breathy laugh, holding onto the edge of the pool with one hand.

"Seriously, (y/n), you're the fastest swimmer I've seen too."

You gave him a pity laugh and shook your head. "Just takes practice, Kirk, and stamina."

Raising an eyebrow at you, he crouched down to be some what eye level and set his bag down beside him. "What are you doing here so late?"

"I could ask you the same thing." You noticed his eyes wander further south before returning to your face. The suit you wore was uniform issued so it was a one piece, which you loved, because it was perfect for swimming laps. Yet, it still had a bit of cleavage that he couldn't seem to ignore.

"Can't sleep again?" He finally asked.

You pushed yourself away from the wall gently and allowed yourself to float on your back. "Swimming laps usually does the trick."

He hummed in response, smiling to himself. "Is it working?"

You let your feet sink to the bottom so that you were upright again and splashed water at him. "I dunno, it's only been ten minutes and someone interrupted me!"

"Hey!" He reached down into the pool and flung water back at me despite the fact that I'm already soaking wet from being in it.

Feeling a little feisty now you splashed him again, soaking his shoes to which he pretended to be really mad about.

"Okay, not cool!" He laughed and attempted to reach for you but you pushed yourself just out of his reach. You couldn't stop laughing either at the look on his face as he tried not to fall in head first.

"Come here." He tried to sound innocent.

You shook your head, still smiling.

"Come back over here," he gestured towards himself.

Sensing an opportunity, you walked back over to the edge of the pool and gripped the edge with one hand. Before he could attempt anything though you pushed yourself up out of the water, supporting yourself on the edge with one hand and pulled his face down to yours with the other. Lips almost touching. His breath hot on your face. A smirk spread across your lips as you pushed yourself off the wall with your feet and pulled him into the water with you.

When he resurfaced he reached out and snatched you up by your waist before you could get away. Your back flush against his chest now, he whispered in your ear. "Did you really just do that?"

Giggling, as you couldn't help yourself with his breath running down your neck, you tried to swim away but he held you close. His arms around your waist and his lips against your ear when he spoke. "I will get you back for this."

"Jim," you practically whined but it wasn't out of annoyance. You liked the chills he sent up and down your spine, maybe a little too much, despite the heated waters of the pool surrounding you.

He whipped you around and pinned you against the wall. "What's that? I didn't hear you?" His hips were pressed against yours and his arms rested against the ledge on either side of your head.

"You're ridiculous," you laughed.

His eyes traveled all over your face, lingering on your lips a few times. "You started it."

You tugged on his shirt, pulling him closer until his lips ghosted over yours. You felt one hand travel down to your hip, gripping it so you lifted your legs up and wrapped them around his waist. His lips crashed against yours with a hunger you've never experienced. He tilted his head to the side, deepening the kiss. Your lips parted, allowing his tongue to explore further. His other hand came down, cupping the side of your face. You could feel him smiling against your skin as he moved his lips down your jaw, to your neck and back again. "Jim," you breathed his name but that only turned him on more. "Jim."

He pulled back this time to look at you and your legs dropped down. "Should we stop?"

You backed him away from you and shook your head. "No."

The look of confusion on his face was enough to make you laugh but you said no more as you swam to the adjacent edge and hauled yourself out of the water effortlessly. You turned back to look at him, standing in front of the locker room, with a mischievous grin on your face. He glanced around before swimming towards you. Just like the rest of the gym, the locker room was empty. No evidence of anyone using a locker and would be returning any time soon retrieve their things. So yu retreated through the doors and over to a shower stall, leaving the curtain wide open. You turned on the water and it didn't take long for it to heat up.

By the time Jim came around the corner, you were standing under the hot water facing him, swim suit in hand before hanging it on a hook. He stood there for a moment, shirtless and dripping wet as he admired what stood before him. Glancing around the empty locker room, he smirked. "You are gonna get me in a lot of trouble."

You tilted your head back, taking your hair out of its ponytail and letting the water run through it. "No one's here."

"For now," he pointed out as he took a few steps closer.

You looked back at him, running your hand down the front of your body. "Then we better not waste anytime."

Without anymore hesitation Jim kicked out of his shoes and closed the gap between you two, only pausing long enough to pull the curtain shut behind him before he had you pinned against the wall. He held your hands above your head and his lips crashed against yours.

When his hands fell to your waist, you ran your finger tips down his chest. His lips landed on your neck and he cupped your breast, rolling your hardened nipple between his fingers. " The little nips here and there accompanied with firm kisses against your skin drove you wild. You could tell he was plenty worked up as well feeling his hardened length against your hip.

You dragged your finger tips down his chest, making sure to graze your nails across his nipples. When you reached the waistband of his shorts you tugged on it gently. Jim pressed his lips to yours, lingering for a few seconds before removing his boxers and shorts in one and tossing them aside on the shower bench. Now it was your turn to gawk. He stood there watching you, hot water beating down his back. Your eyes followed your hands as they traveled slowly down his body, stopping at his hips. You gripped his already hard cock in your hand and he cupped your face with both of his and kissed you. You stroked him, slowly, running your thumb over the tip a few times. The subtle moans, whimpers almost, escaping his lips while he kissed you was probably the sexiest thing you ever heard. When he felt you smirking, taking pride in how much you turned him on, he dropped one hand between the two of you and you let go. He nudged one of your feet with his own, making you spread your legs wider for him. Then he slipped two fingers through your folds, feeling how wet you already were. He grazed over your clit once and your breath hitched in your throat.

"Oh man," his voice was low and gravelly.

Biting your lower lip, you looked up at him wondering if he was going to make you beg. "Jim, ah!"

Suddenly he ran his thumb over your sweet spot and slipped his fingers inside you. He curled them in that come hither motion and you wondered how long your legs would be able to keep you upright. Your eyes closed and mouth fell open. He watched your chest rise and fall with every short but deep breath you took. With his other hand pressed against the wall beside your head, he leaned down taking your nipple into his mouth and flicking his tongue over it.

"Ah, fuck," you gasped when he nipped at it gently. Your fingers dug into his upper back letting him know how badly you wanted him.

To your dismay he slipped his fingers out, making you open your eyes. Before you could open your mouth, he sank to one knee. For a moment he teased, pressing gentle kisses to your inner thighs with a few nips here and there until you practically guided him towards your center. Wanting to please you, he plunged his tongue between your folds, licking and sucking at your delicate skin. He slipped two fingers inside of you again. In and out, picking up the pace. His tongue grazed over your clit sending a fresh wave of endorphins throughout your body.

"Oh, my God," you breathed heavily, rocking your hips forward. You were already close.

Your head tilted backwards, back arched and your fingers gripped his hair. "Oh my," you breathed heavily, unable to really speak as he brought you over the edge. Your legs were shaking, knees started to buckle but he held you in place against the cool shower wall letting you ride it out. As your body began to relax he leaned back but kept his hands on your hips. You cupped his face, bringing his lips up to meet yours.

He pressed the tip of his cock against your folds. You were already so sensitive but you wanted him inside you. You lifted one leg and hooked it around his side, giving him better access. For a split second you thought he might tease you even further by taking it slow but turns out he wanted you just as bad.

In one thrust he was inside you. Your body adjusted around him as he slowly pulled back then pushed back in, all the way. One of his arms wrapped around your waist, his other reached underneath your thigh and held it up for you.

Your lips were on his and your arms wrapped around his neck. He felt so good inside of you, filling every inch.

He pressed his face into the crook of your neck, kissing your wet skin. "You feel so good."

You turned your head, capturing his earlobe between your teeth and giving it a gentle nip. He responded by dropping his hand down to your clit and rubbing his thumb against it.

You cried out in surprise. Practically whimpering at his touch. He hummed in response, clearly enjoying the sounds you made.

You opened your eyes to a mischievous grin on his face. "Don't tease me, Kirk."

He kissed you briefly but deeply before pulling out. With his hands on your hips he spun you around. Bracing yourself against the wall, you spread your legs a bit further and bent over just slightly, giving him the perfect angle. Your head fell back, a soft moan escaping your lips, when he entered you slowly. After that there was nothing slow about what he did. He thrusted faster and faster. Adding to your pleasure, he dragged his finger tips over your hip before drawing circles over that sweet spot.

Your moans grew louder and louder to the point where he almost placed a hand over your mouth, afraid someone might hear. He loved the sounds you were making though. It only drove him closer to his own release. You pressed one of your hands over top his as if you were telling him not to stop.

His free hand cupped your breast, while his lips trailed kisses down the back of your neck and across your shoulder. "Oh man." He groaned, his forehead pressed against your hot, wet skin.

You could tell he was close. His finger tips now dug into your hips, enough that it might leave a mark but you didn't care. You played with yourself now, feeling so close. He quickened his pace, keeping it up until he felt you coming undone. He felt you clenching around his length but somehow you managed to keep quiet... sort of. Before you even came down from your high he was right behind you with his own sweet release.

Both of you were left panting but perfectly satisfied. Smiles painted across your faces. Your turned to face him and leaned against the wall. The coolness sent chills up your spine. He kissed you softly now, his tongue lazily dragging across your lower lip.

No way either of you were going to have trouble getting to sleep now.

[vore-scientist]

Late Night Request

(SFW GT M/f platonic safe/soft vore fluff No warnings) A (mini) Tale of the Mystic Woods

Princess Sophia and Yonah the Wizard are my OCs, they are both adults, and part of my Mystic Woods series.

Spiritual companion to this story --- A pinprick of light floated above Sophia’s right hand as she watched the giant wizard take slow, silent breaths. A stark contrast to her own nervous state.

With her left hand she fiddled with a vial containing a glass paste. Her body felt hot but the air felt icy on her skin. She was shaking. Her mind and heart were racing as she tried to focus on the slumbering giant.

Yonah’s bushy black hair was untied and fanned out behind him and over his shoulders. It looked super fluffy and she nearly jumped into it to entangle herself. But the adorable mess didn’t make him look any less large and powerful. Even in his sleep he was intimidating, not that Sophia was intimidated by Yonah, not anymore. He could certainly spook her when he played up his “evil” persona, but she didn’t fear him. With a deep sigh she looked at the vial of paste, then she reached out to his cheek and shoved hard. “Hey!” she whispered. “Nnnnmnrrr” the giant moaned in his sleep and a lazy hand came out from under the blanket to gently swat at the offending hands of the human and scratch the area she’d touched. “Come on! Wake up!” she said, and pulled at his eyelids. Yonah came to consciousness slowly and tried to blink the sleep from his eyes. Tried because someone was holding onto them rather forcefully. “Sophia?” He sat up on his elbow, scooping a hand under the princess. She sat down and was at eye level. There was a light spell up but it dimmed as she slapped a hand to her head and said a new spell. “FUCK!” Brilliant violet light filled the room and he wasn’t fast enough to shield his eyes from the explosion of purple dust that flew from the princess. Sitting up properly he dropped Sophia into his lap as tears streamed down his face. Painfully, he coughed as the dust dissipated.  “Uwwowhh” he rubbed at his stinging eyes “That was uncalled for!” Wait. That was the activation of her curse. Quickly he cast his own light spell, a dim one, and through tears looked down at the glass princess. The light shimmered off her. Her face serious. “Eat me.” 

Her voice warbled like a wind chime. “No, I don’t want to!” With a loud RRWRWWRW his stomach betrayed him. But what his stomach wanted and what he wanted didn’t exactly match up. After such a rude awaking he was disinclined to do anything for her. “Liar! Eat me!” she took handfuls of his nightgown and started to climb up his chest. Something was not right. He pulled the princess from his clothes and sat up against the backboard of his bed, pulling his knees to his chest. He held the princess in cupped hands. She was trembling! Was she ok? He placed her on his knees but he maintained contact, stroking her side. “Hey, what’s wrong?” he said, low and calm.  Sophia pouted and folded her arms. “Nothing! I just want you to eat me? You always want to eat me so what’s the problem?”  Yonah snorted but her heavy glass hair didn’t react, nor did her solid glass eyes blink. That was always creepy. “The problem is your attitude. Why do you want me to eat you?” As if she couldn’t keep up the facade Sophia’s anger faded and despondency grew around her. She looked away. “I just… Feel too real and exposed... I don’t know how to explain it.” She leaned into his hand. Oh dear. Existential crisis. He understood all too well. Life was suddenly and acutely intense and real. Your responsibilities and purpose were too much and you just wanted to pause the ride, not be a part of it, if only for a moment. “Reality is overwhelming aint it. Especially at night?” he said, rubbing a finger on her cheek which made a squeaking noise. Sophia sniffed and nodded. “I don’t want to exist right now.” /Too bad/ thought Yonah, but what he said was “You know you still exist in my stomach right? I can feel you quite acutely. I’ll know you still exist.” Sophia smiled. /Good/ Yonah thought.  “You don’t count.” Dramatically he drew breath and put a hand to his chest, “I’m wounded by your words! I count in this world just as much as you!” Now Sophia laughed, not without a hint of sadness or despair, but it wasn’t fake amusement. Recovering Sophia stood up, still a bit wobbly. “Listen, if you really don’t want to eat me-” she slid down his leg and to the edge of the bed. “Not so fast!” he picked her up again, sitting her back on his knees and he leaned close, his nose nearly touching her feet. “Do you really think it will help?” “Why are you trying to change my mind?” Yonah withdrew his head “I don’t--” he leaned forward again narrowing his eyes and smiling “I’m an idiot?” Sophia kicked at his nose “You sure as shit are! An idiot who hasn’t eaten me yet!” “Not for long!” he raised his head a bit and opened his mouth, “Your sanctuary awaits” he said and held it open, tongue over his teeth. Getting to her knees she leaned against the bridge of his nose. “Finally,” she kissed between his eyes, “and thanks”. Then she ducked under his nose and crawled in. Leaning back Yonah gripped the princess between his teeth, supporting her legs with a hand. She was reaching her hands to the back of his throat, tickling it it, until he lifted his chin up and she slid down in synch with a swallow. One. Two. Three more and she was no longer in his mouth. A fourth and he could breathe again, the pressure she put on his airways falling away into his chest. A fifth, sixth, seventh. He felt her she curl up into his stomach, sigh deeply, and shudder once more before going restfully, comfortably, still. Before laying back down Yonah flipped the hourglass on the nightstand. There was no way he was going to wake up before her curse wore off, but the charm on the timekeeper would wake him up in time to get her out or reset the curse. He lay on his back and focused on Sophia. She didn’t often ask to be eaten, and he wished that when she did it was under more pleasant circumstances. More often than not she asked when down in the dumps. But who was he to say no? On it’s own it wasn’t the best coping mechanism but he figured as long as he talked to her and didn’t just let her stew in her emotions then there was no harm in it. Plus he got to eat her! And feel full and useful! So full. So amazingly full. There was really nothing like having an entire human in his belly. They fit so perfectly. “Excuse me!” Sophia jerked as he rubbed at his full midsection, “I’m trying to not exist!” Right. He had forgotten. He lay his hand over her instead, letting the weight of his palm press into her figure. Just an assurance from an outside sense that she was there. And they both fell asleep.

[FIN]

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Prompt 38

You're not wearing anything underneath that are you?

@today-in-fic

My other fic may have referenced Mulder fucking scully against a motel door, this isn't that one but I think it's damn good. Bring your smut goggles for this one. Hope it hits those umm special spots.

Fox Mulders mediocre life had suddenly taken on a new zeal. His days spent chasing monsters and lights in the sky replaced by disgruntle farmers wanting more subsidized government loans and less investigations about their obscenely large purchases of the finest shit around. His only consolation prize was the beautiful redhead who was forced to tag along. Not forced Scully the dutiful soldier would go along with a lot of things to keep her badass status, especially if she held out hope to get back their precious xfiles. His quest now just as much hers her willingness to play the game more fierce than her scalpel.

But not all was bad in their existence. She might be playing their game right now but she was into more games than Mulder ever imagined. Games that involved sex, lots of it. And not just regular sex but positions and ways that only yogis dream of. Agent Scully believed in strengthen every part of your body and had shown her lovely lanky partner what positions allowed for maximizing pleasure and sometimes pain.

Rules though all games had them. She had laid down some rules before the xfiles burned, before their work was cinders of paper and dust mangled heaps of tabloids and pictures scattered across their one desk office. No sex at work, no sex on the road for work. No sex in rental cars on the way home from work. His pants all of the sudden had to be much looser because of the painfulness of a zipper on his fully harden cock as he raced to Georgetown. But now Agent Scully had a new tune about rules, she was tired of them. Tired of other people controlling her life, setting expectations, demanding things from her without an ounce of appreciation. Except her partner his soft slow smile his willingness to follow her rules to the letter was not just endearing but heartwarming. He would go to ends of the earth for her. Hell had gone to the ends of the earth, bringing her back not to suffer but to not waste the new comfort they allowed themselves. Certain rules were meant to be broken right?

The flight was delayed 2 hours another small town another set of farmers utilizing fertilizer to well fertilize. She highly doubted the good people of Walla Walla Washington were doing anything to their onions, apples and grapes other than creating some amazing edibles to tantalize the tongue. Mulder wasn't happy he had been trying to keep them on only east coast assignments, leaving the office at 5. No overtime, no travel, no stupid cases that kept him out of her bed and on the cold dark streets of tiny towns with tiny problems and large orders of crap. Finally boarded and soaring into the clouds he pulled out a thing of Twizzlers for her. "We already have to suffer through enough crap this week, we should have at least something sweet." He said with a grin. She smiled lovingly at him. They were her favorite and he always remembered to pick them up when he bought seeds. She shifted in her seat as the fasten seat belt light dimmed along the cabin. The plane was louder than normal but that didn't stop most people from snoring away their troubles. She moved to get up and use the restroom and see how many rules she could break on one case. She dropped a twizzlers on Mulders lap using her fingers and head to pretend at not being able to clutch them in her hands. Having already unbutton her blouse dangerously low. Scully had a plan and it involved Mulders salty lips on her nipples and his long thick clock between her legs at 30,000 feet. Poor Mulder he swallows hard as her breasts bob up and down in front of his face her leg and ass just next to his hand on the middle seat. At first he tries to help thinking nothing of her devious plans. She is innocent, kind thoughtful not down right cruel. "Scully I can grab it for you, umm what your doing is just making me a little well uncomfortable" she looks up at him her devilish plan written all over her face "oh I'm making you uncomfortable?" Her voice is low and the engine is loud but his eyes shoot up to hers in clear understanding. He didn't need a damn FBI conference for their silent communication skills. She is being very very clear. Clear that she wore that beautiful lace bra that hurts but looks amazing on 6.5 hour flight. Clear that she dropped that twizzler on him and had been deliberately sucking on it and twisting it in her hand and with her tongue looking right at him the whole time. "Scully," his voice is a dangerous low growl. "You said.." she pushes up slightly pulling the twizzler into her teeth scrapping the edge of it and letting her tongue wrap around it in a slow exaggerated way.

"I remember saying a lot of things Mulder, things that were way more important when we had our work, when we weren't being send off across the country for no reason other than some fucked up punishment for doing our jobs ... and I don't like being punished without a reason, but right now I want to be a little bad. I'm wondering about what kind of punishments you think I should have for breaking a few precious" her voice drops to a whispers as she leans into his ear her hand stroking him through his pants "precious rules." He is taken back slightly from her boldness. Her determination and clear reasoning always a turn on. "Oh well I have some things in mind," he says licking his lips "you know depending on the crime," she smiles boldly at him. "Good I hope you brought your extra handcuffs G-Man I think you've broken some rules too."

He is a little shocked and very very hard. This is not good this flight is barely in the feel free to turn on your electronic devices stage and 5.5 hours of painful Hard on is not exactly utilizing the full experience of the upgrade to economy plus class. Scully has slipped passed him moving to the tiny restroom stalls swaying her hips just slightly more than she usually does. Wait his mind suddenly having one of those brilliant revelations that earn him his gs-13 pay grade. He almost jumps out of his seat. The mile high club videos are definitely on his top ten porn fantasies of all time. Not that Scully hasn't helped him out with 6 of the other ones already. Worth the wait doesn't even come close to how amazing she is. He was a little too quick and bumps his head on the overhead compartment. He sees Scully chuckle and point to a very specific bathroom door.

He is absolutely sure that the flight attendants will notice if he skips down the tiny aisle and throws open the door to see his sexy partner. So he tries to play it a little cool. Shifting some things around exaggerating his need to stretch out. Looking around to see how many people are really observant at 12:42am. He is happy to report everyone is as oblivious as always. He shuffles down the narrow strip of slightly illuminated led lighting and gently pulls the door Scully snuck into 4 minutes ago.

Scully always resourceful has propped herself on the tiny little sink so he can slide in without the slightest thought that this tiny little 20 foot shell is occupied. She smiles brightly at him as he closes and flicks the vacancy lock. His lips are crushing hers in an instant. She moves easily to allow him to stand in between her legs her pencil skirt already pushed up a ways to let him know exactly what rules they are going to enjoy flaunting. His hands go to her thighs as he palms the lace thigh tights she wears. He groans all these years he thought she was a control top woman. But she has barely any fat and her perfect smooth stomach doesn't need anything to show just how in shape she is. She moans into his mouth. His lips are trailing down her face and moving to her neck one hand up from her thigh up to cup her breast. She sighs softly into his mouth as she moves his other hand up her thigh. His fingers expecting to brush some other lacy type panties but he finds nothing. His mouth pulls off her collar bone swiftly. She looks up at him a smirk on her face. "You're not wearing anything underneath this?" He points to her pencil skirt. She grins shifting forward her hand cradling his swollen cock. He didn't even remember when she undid his pants. "Jesus" he mutters his hand moves forward quick to press on her clit and she almost cries out his cock follows quickly and scullys continue dedication to yoga pays off again as they move in sync with one another in the cramped quarters. The pressure mounts quickly Mulder fingers her in quick circles as he rocks back and forth in her. It's certainly not their best time. But it gives the porn a solid run for his money.

Author Notes:

I'll get to the motel part. Maybe tomorrow. Sorry for typos errors and everything else. Totally wrote this on my phone. Also for the first time prompts, first time for the mile high club anyone??

[jamiemac26]

Our Album - Part Six

Say Something - By Jamie Mac

A Taron Egerton FanFiction - Our Album Masterlist

Hayden studied the content of her small suitcase, mentally making a list of everything she had packed and what else she needed to stuff in there. “Olivia,” She shouted for her friend, listening for footsteps as they padded down the hallway.

“What’s up buttercup,” Liv leaned against the doorframe.

“Have you seen my blue heels,” Hayden shouted from her closest.

“Aren’t they right here,” Olivia toed at the pair of heels poking out from underneath Hayden’s bed.

“What? Oh, that’s right, I wore them the other night. I can’t seem to find anything.” Hayden picked up her shoes and carefully arranged them with her other belongings.

“You two have been together for how long?” Olivia bounced down on the bed, moving things around in the case. “Seriously, where is the sexy underwear?”

“Stop, I’ve got it all organized,” Hayden slapped at her hand. “It’s been eight months, why?”

“Have you two talked about what this trip might entail, ya know, for your relationship?”

Hayden nodded her head, “We’ve discussed it a little bit. We both want to continue to keep things quiet but we haven’t figure out just how we’re going to accomplish that.”

“Are you going to the show with him?”

“He wants me in the audience, so yes.”

“Do you think he’s going to say anything?”

“About what?”

“About the fact that he’s not single.”

“Oh,” Hayden tossed in her toiletry bag, zipping up the case and setting it on the floor by her door. “I hope not.”

“So you really don’t want people to know about you two, even though it’s been almost a year?”

“Why does anyone need to know Liv? It isn’t anybody’s business who he’s dating.”

“Hayden, don’t be daft.”

Hayden looked at her friend, a slight smile on her face as she shook her head. “I like my bubble Olivia. I like that no one else is involved. I don’t want any of that to change.”

“Hon, I know all of that and I love that you are so innocent and naive but you’re dating a guy who lives in the public eye and eventually you are going to have to face the truth of that.”

Hayden sat down on the bed next to her best friend, sighing deeply, “I know Liv...I’m not completely naive. I’m just not sure that I’m ready for things to change.”

“Then why are you going?”

“He wants me to go with him and I’m not sure I want to be away from him for an extended period of time again. If there was a downside to dating Taron, it would be the fact that he’s never around.” She leaned her head on Olivia’s shoulder, feeling the comfort of her friend’s hand on her arm.

“I have to say, I wasn’t entirely sure that you two would make it this long, but now, I don’t want to see the two of you split up. I like him kid...he’s good for you.”

Hayden chuckled, “You think? I’m pretty sure he’s trying to slowly corrupt me.”

“And that is exactly why I like him!”

Hayden sat up, slapping her friend playfully on the arm. “I do not need to be corrupted. You’re supposed to be on my side.”

“I’m on the side of the person who makes you happy,” Liv stood up, grabbing Hayden’s carry on luggage and her small purse. “What time is he getting here?”

“He should be here within the next hour,” Hayden glanced at her phone. “I’m going to miss you Liv but please do not destroy our apartment.”

“Oh come on, have a little bit more faith in me,” Olivia placed Hayden’s belongings near the front door. “Everything will be cleaned up before you ever get back.”

Hayden laughed, knowing full well what the state their apartment would be in when she got back.  

His dressing room contained a counter full of snacks and drinks, everything specific to his liking. A suit hung on the back of the door, ready for him to slip on, making himself presentable for the live audience. Hayden had been allowed access to his dressing room while he waited until his curtain call, at which time, she’d be escorted to her front row seat. She shifted on the small couch, her nerves getting the best of her.

Taron tapped messages into his cell phone, his eyes glancing her way every few seconds. He finally stood up, plopping down next to her. He took her small hand in his, stroking the back of it with his thumb. “You’re awfully cute when you’re nervous.”

She smiled, shaking her head, “Are you trying to make me less nervous?”

“Man, how did you ever guess my evil plan?”

She leaned over, pressing her lips to his. “Thank you,” She whispered as she pulled away, her head resting on his shoulder.

Hayden hadn’t been to America’s West Coast for several years but the city of Los Angeles hadn’t actually changed that drastically. She had agreed to join Taron on this mini press-tour, only after he’d begged a little. She hadn’t wanted to come, mainly due to her need to keep their relationship private. Over the last few months, they had managed to hide the fact that they were together from basically everyone not in their inner circle. Taron hadn’t been dealing with too much press during that time, as he’d been in the throve of filming movies. Now that Robin Hood was nearing its release date, the need to start the media buzzing was pressing in on them both. Hayden wasn’t sure she was prepared for them to be ousted, but Taron kept reassuring her that if they were, they would be fine, they’d make it through the worst of it.

A knock on the door brought them out of their reverie. Taron stood, opening the door to a tall thin man adorned with headphones. “Mr. Egerton, your call time is in 15 minutes.” With that he turned and walked off back down the hallway.  

Taron shut the door, removing the suit from it’s hook. He stopped in the bathroom doorway, “You going to wait for me or do you want me to have them escort you out there now?” His eyes studied her as he waited for an answer.

“I think now,” Hayden stood.

Taron reached for her hand, pulling her too him. He kissed her, slow at first but quickly increased the pressure.  His hands cradled her cheeks, his tongue swiping along her bottom lip, begging for entrance.  She allowed it, greedily, her body beginning to melt into his as her nerves fled her body. She moaned loudly as he pulled away but he just chuckled softly as he reached for the phone. A few moments later and she was following the same tall man down the long hallway. He escorted her to a row of nearly empty seats and she was very aware of the many pairs of eyes there were clocking her every move. She was aware of their whispers as she took her seat. She had been standing next to Taron when he had been told that it was going to be a full house, many expected to be there to see him. She took a deep breath and focused on the stage. The band had just finished their quick run through and another man in a headset was standing in the middle of the platform.  

All eyes were now focused on this lone figure, and Hayden was grateful for their stares moving away from her. He chatted them all up, giving them the rundown of the rules. Hayden kept her gaze forward, moving only slightly as a few more took their seats in the row with her. The two young women who sat next to her were contest winners, their squeals of delight giving away their fan status. She gathered that they were there to see Taron from the movies and posters that they clutched in their hands. She wanted to lean over and say something, talk to them about the man that they were all enamored with but wouldn’t that instantly give her away. No, instead she just sat quietly, smiling at the girls when they accidently bumped her arm in their excitement.

The host came out. The crowd cheered. The host started his monologue and the crowd laughed. Hayden even found herself relaxing and falling into the pace of the show. Throughout the commercial breaks, the band would play and the crowd was entertained with video clips and prize giveaways. The host came back and after a few more humorous jokes he introduced his first guest. As Taron’s name was announced the crowd erupted in enthusiastic cheers and screams. Hayden found herself swelling with pride for him. She had been so wrapped up in their bubble for so long that she hadn’t been fully aware of the love the world had for him. Her grin grew, extending across her face. He ran out onto the stage, looking quite dashing in the well fitting suit. More hoots and hollers were elicited from the crowd and if it were possible, Hayden’s grin grew larger.  

Taron Egerton...welcome welcome. It’s good to see you again man. Please sit and I haven’t heard a crowd this excited for someone in quite some time.

Thank you, thank you.  It’s good to be back.

So we’ll get to all the juicy details about Robin Hood in a minute, but I hear that you’re off to film an Elton John movie next, am I correct?

Yes you are.. I leave next month to start filming. I will give away a little bit of a secret though, I’ve recorded all the songs for the film and you will all be very excited.

     Taron pointed out to the crowd and they squealed in response. Hayden was quite taken with the ease at which he held himself while in front of so many people. He was a natural and he acted as if he truly enjoyed this part of the gig.

What does a day in the life of Taron Egerton look like?

When I’m working, it’s insane… So when I’ve got downtime, it’s more down, like seriously inactive really. I’ll spend the nights with my girlfriend watching Netflix, or we’ll go camping. Friday nights, I like getting together with friends for a beer down at the pub. I’ve got this solid group of guys that I went to school with and when I’m home, we’ll spend a good amount of time together. I wish I could say I live this glamorous rock ‘n’ roll life, but that’s just not the case.

     Hayden sucked in her breath. No No No, he promised he wouldn’t say anything. He promised that their secret would stay a secret. She could almost hear their bubble popping. She felt light headed. ‘Calm down Hayden, calm down! He didn’t say your name, no one knows it’s you.’ She whispered to herself.

Would you ever consider moving to Los Angeles full time, or even maybe, New York?

Ya know, at first I found it a bit foreign, almost daunting but now that I’ve spent a solid amount of time in both places, I think I’d love it. If I had the disposable cash, I’d think about getting a place but man, that’s a commitment, enit!

     During the next commercial break, Taron found Hayden in the crowd, his eyes locking onto hers. She blushed, deeply and his only response was to wink at her. She shook her head, ducking her gaze as to hide the deep crimson dying her cheeks. The girl sitting next to her nudged her and Hayden looked to her right.

The girl smiled, leaning over, “Oh my god, he just winked at you. You’re so lucky.”

This only made Hayden’s blush deepen and all she could do was smile. She was panicking on the inside, praying that the girl didn’t connect the wink and the answer together. Praying that she didn’t figure out that she was the girlfriend.  

The commercial ended and Taron’s beaming face was back for the cameras.

So Taron, can we talk about this movie that you’ve got coming out soon… It’s a beginnings story right?

Yes, it’s an Origins story of how Robin becomes this champion of the people and I do this insane style of archery that allows me to fire in quick succession. We have a great villain in the sheriff played by Ben Mendelsohn. It’s a bit dark and gritty..not like any Robin Hood that we’ve seen before.

What made you decide to do a film like this? It’s a bit different than the stuff you’ve done before?

I think that the joy of this job is the diversity of the projects. I’ve been lucky enough that I’ve had scripts come my way that are different and I’ve had the freedom to try them. I really don’t like the idea of being stuck in a box. It’s my first foray into a big-budget film without Matthew Vaughn, so it’s a bit scary but it’s what made it even more appealing. I love taking on challenges that make me not only grow as an actor but as a person as well.

This is an all star cast, with the likes of Jamie Foxx and Jamie Dornan.. You have this great habit of starring in movies with some fabulous actors and there always seems to an amazing chemistry amongst you.

This cast is amazing, truly amazing. Sometimes there is just an ease between two people, or in this case there are several, and it creates a level of playfulness that comes through onscreen. I have been very blessed in the simple fact that I get to work with so many lovely actors from all different backgrounds. We have a ball on set, it’s a real laugh.

So how was the preparation for this film different from the Kingsman films? Were the workouts as intense?

No, no they weren’t near as intense. Well, I take that back, they were intense in the strictness of diet and weight training I had to do, but the stunt training wasn’t as crazy as it was for Kingsman.

Are the fans going to be pleased with what they get to see in this film then? Are we going to see you in tights?

Ha Ha, no man. I told them I wouldn’t be wearing any tights. My girlfriend was a little disappointed though when she found out. She said that even David Bowie wore tights for a film, but tights, no man they are not my thing. I will say this, there are quite a few scenes where I am shirtless, hence the strictness of the diet, but that’s all I’m saying.

She has a point. I think you could pull off the tights.

Jamie Foxx said the exact same thing but I don’t know, I don’t really have the legs for tights, there a little on the short side.

     The audience laughed. Hayden stayed silent. Taron winked in her direction once again and the girl sitting next to her wouldn’t stop staring at her. Hayden wouldn’t turn to acknowledge the unspoken question hanging in the air between them. The conversation between Taron and the host continued but Hayden couldn’t hear them. The blood pulsating in her ears drowned out their words. It wasn’t until the tall thin man with the headphones tapped her on the shoulder that brought her back to reality. She hadn’t even noticed that Taron had left the stage, that the interview had ended.  

     “Hayden, I am so sorry. It slipped out before I could stop it. I told you I wouldn’t say anything and I go and say it twice. God, you look really pale,” Taron fawned over her, taking her by the arm and guiding her towards the couch. “Please love, say something.”

Hayden looked at him. His blue-green eyes watching her with severe intensity. “I’m okay,” Was all she could muster.

Taron pulled her to him, his arms enveloping her in his warmth. “I know that we didn’t plan things this way babe, but it’s out there now and we need to start seeing this...us, differently.”

Hayden shook her head, “What if they hate me Taron?”

“What if who hates you?”

“Them, your fans.”

“Love, they won’t hate you. They might not like this at first, but my real fans will respect that I’m in love with a kind, funny, smart, sexy and beautiful woman and they’ll see how happy she makes me.”

Hayden felt like she was going to cry. Each one of his words ebbing away at the fear that threatened to consume her. “What if I’m not good enough?”

“Good enough for who? My fans?”

Hayden nodded her head, “What if they don’t think I’m good enough for you?”

“What does their opinion matter? You are good enough for me Hayden, far better than I deserve.”

The tears dropped onto her cheeks and he carefully wiped them away with his thumb.

“Please don’t cry. This will all be okay, I will make sure that it’s all okay.” Taron kissed her forehead, keeping his arms tight around her waist.

She relaxed into him, the tears subsiding. She pulled her head back, looking at him, “I trust you Taron.”

“That’s all I ask. You ready to get out of here?”

“Yes please. Can we get food?”

He laughed, “You realize that we’re both always hungry? I think our entire relationship revolves around food.”

She giggled, accepting his hands as he pulled her to her feet. “It could revolve around worst things.. At least with food we get something out of it.”

“You are the best,” His lips found hers, the kiss soft and sweet.

     They were all smiles as they exited the restaurant, the laughter having carried over from their conversation at their table. Taron’s arm was wrapped protectively around Hayden’s shoulder and her hand rested on the small of his back. Their bodies were pressed together, very much the picture of two people in love. Hayden was feeling safe again, like his slip during the interview was a thing of the past, a minor error that hadn’t affected them in anyway. Her head was thrown back, her hand clutching at her stomach as she succumbed to the giggles. They were both so wrapped up in one another that neither noticed the cameras or the men behind them. The flashes were blinding and for a moment, they both froze. Taron was the first to act, his body moving in front of hers, shielding her from their intrusive view. Hayden felt the fear and panic creeping back, exploding the protective bubble that she felt had been repairing itself. She ducked her head, hiding her face behind his shoulder. She stayed close as he moved through the crowd, trying to get to the haven of their awaiting car. Taron held the door as she climbed in. He’d taken his jacket off, and she used it as a shield, continuing to obstruct their view. Once he was seated next to her, their world backed out by the dark windows, Hayden let the dam break and the tears flowed down her cheeks.   

No words were exchanged between them on the ride to the hotel, and Taron thanked the stars that no paparazzi were waiting for them when they arrived. He exited first, making absolutely sure that no cameras were anywhere in the vicinity before motioning for Hayden to climb out. The tears had stopped but her eyes were still red and raw with emotion. Taron didn’t know what to do, or what to say to make her feel better. This was not the trip that he had planned. Everything had been so great at dinner and to have it shattered the way it was, destroyed him. This was his fault. He never should have said anything. He should have kept his promise to her. Damn his big mouth. The silence continued as they rode in the elevator to their floor, still no words were exchanged until the door to their room was shut tight behind them.

“Hayden, please say something,” Taron leaned against the door, his eyes focused only on the woman in the room with him. He used his foot, propelling him forward. He approached her but stopped short as he noticed her small flinch. His world starting spinning. He took another step towards her and she took a tentative step away from him. “Hayden,” He pleaded.

She looked at him.

“Hayden, please… will you please say something.” Taron tried again to approach her, this time she didn’t move. He extended his hands and waited.

She looked at them, her hands slowly reaching in their direction.

His fingers closed around hers and he gently tugged, wanting to bring their bodies together. She allowed herself to be pulled towards him and she melted into him as his arms wrapped around her shoulders. He softly stroked her hair, whispering in her ear, “Please say something.”

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What the Rain Can’t Wash Away - Chapter 21

*FINAL PIECE IN THE LOOK IN HER EYES TRILOGY*

Sixteen years after Lucifer rose and Dean lost his wife, he finds himself with a teenager, a Nephilim, an angel, and his brother living out a Full House rerun with some seriously dark undertones. How will he be able to raise his daughter, fight monsters, and deal with the loss of the love of his life? Sometimes moving on is the hardest part, but with the Winchester’s there’s always something harder around the corner. Isn’t there?

Chapter Twenty-One, I Can See it

Ava

Dean held me against his chest, and I could hear the quick beats of his heart softly against my ear. He was stroking my hair and the space between my shoulder blades. It was disorienting how much he still smelled exactly the same, just like I remembered him smelling. Even after all of this time. It made me hurt. It made me want to cry. He pulled me closer, maybe sensing my pain.

“I can feel it,” he murmured against my hair.

“Feel what?” I asked. My voice was barely above a whisper, it was all that I could manage without falling apart. I worried that if I spoke too loud it would shatter my heart like glass. 

“This.” His fingers blindly felt for my face and settled on my lips, tracing my frown. “You’re sad.”

“Yes.”

“Sex with me made you sad.”

“No,” I responded, my lips curling into a small smile against his fingers. “May be the only thing that  doesn’t make me sad right now.”

“I’m sorry that this is what you came home to,” Dean said, his voice breaking. It was rough and deep with emotion, with the same heartbreak that I was feeling in my own chest. 

I tangled my leg with his in response and buried my face into his chest. 

“I’m sorry  I’m what you came home to…” 

“Dean,” I whispered, moving  my face away from his chest to look at him even though he couldn’t see me. I touched his cheek. His plastic eyes stared forward, his eyelids blinking. Castiel did a good job healing the scarring around his eyes. They were minimal considering. My thumb ran across his cheekbone, and I sucked in my breath, trying to swallow the emotions bubbling inside of me. “I don’t remember where I was before I was here, and I don’t want to. A parent should never lose their child.  Ever. It’s unnatural… it’s horrible.” 

His arms tightened around me, snaking around my back, capturing me in an almost-suffocating hug. He was listening, his eyebrows furrowed. I didn’t need to see the softness in the iris of his eyes, because I could see the focus in his jaw, the gentle, unconscious nod of his head as he understood my words. He was a stubborn ass, but he always listened to me. Time hadn’t changed that. 

“But I’d still rather be here with you than dead.” My voice broke with a sob, trembling, unsteady. My fingers curled into a fist against his cheek and slid down to rest above his heart. “We never had enough time. We never…” 

“Hey,” he said, pulling me back down. “You don’t have to.” 

“She’s our baby, Dean.” 

“I know.” 

My face was in the middle of his chest, breathing in the scent of his skin with every sharp intake of breath. My chest, throat, and nose burned like my tears were made of glass. Every edge was pointed, jagged. The loss cut into me like razor blades. His face was in my hair. He was mumbling something that I couldn’t hear over the shattering sound inside my chest that echoed like an empty cathedral. I never believed in God, but somehow knowing that he is out there and that he doesn’t care was somehow so much worse. I hated him with the little bit of fire I had left inside of me. 

My hair was wet from Dean’s tears, and I pulled my face back to his. The world blurred and bled together, and I kissed him. It was wet, sloppy, and tinted with the salt from our tears. One of his hands found my cheek and held my face there. He was drinking me in, deepening the kiss, drowning me in exactly what I’d needed since I lost Eleanor, since everything broke in a way that couldn’t be repaired. 

  Ella

 Billie leaned against her scythe. She had a  scythe. That couldn’t be good. She wore a long leather coat that hit her mid-calf, and all I could think was that Claire would love it. My chest ached for her, and I hoped that she would be okay. I hoped they all would. 

She was watching me,  waiting for me to do something, anything. I just sat there. What a fucking disappointment I must be. “So as fun as it is to just stare at each other…” 

“I was giving you a minute,” Billie said, pursing her lips. “You’ve had an eventful day.” 

“To put it mildly.” I watched her for a second, waiting for a movement, anything, but she was still. She was poised and patient. She looked like she had all of the time in the world. “So who…  what are you?”

A smirk grew on Billie’s painted lips, amused and a little taunting. “I go by many names.” 

“Cryptic, but it’s fine.” 

“The most famous is Death.” 

“Death?”

“Death. With all capital D.” 

My eyebrows shot up. “Death?  The Death? You’ve gotta be kidding me.” 

“If only,” she said, almost sounding bored. 

“You probably know my dad then.” 

“I know him well.” Oh she knew him alright, and it didn’t sound like it was fondly. She walked towards me slowly before planting her scythe on the ground at the foot of my bed. “You’re dead Eleanor.” 

“I know,” I said with a frown. Does she think I’m dumb?  

“You died, because Jack pulled Michael from you.” 

I shifted uncomfortably, a hot itch starting deep in my throat as she spoke. I didn’t like it. “Yeah thanks for the recap but I think…” I tried to stand up, but she held out a hand, halting me in place. I was frozen completely, paralyzed. I couldn’t move my arms or legs. My bottom lip trembled.

She shook her head disapprovingly. “We aren’t done talking.” 

  Dean

 I could kiss Ava forever. If it was up to me I would. We would never leave the bed. It was easy for everything else to melt away as her lips bled into mine, her warm, soft mouth. The tickle of her fluttering eyelashes against my cheek made a chill run up my spine. I stroked a raised stretch mark next to her belly button with my thumb. I tried to bring her body back to my mind. I tried to picture it, to  see it, but I couldn’t. 

My jaw set mid kiss.  Fuck, I’ve lost it all. I wanted to scream, to fucking hit something. 

“Dean?”

I took her hips in my hands and moved her off of me carefully. I could feel her muscles tense against my hands, but she said nothing. I swung my legs over the side of the bed as I sat up. My feet touched the floor, the cool concrete grounding me. I put my face in my hands. My elbows rested on my thighs. 

“Dean,” she whispered again. She pressed a kiss to my shoulder blade, and I winced. “Is it me?”

I wanted to laugh, but it all hurt too damn bad. I didn’t have it in me. “You’re crazy if you think it is.” I let out a heavy sigh.

“Then what…” 

“I can’t remember what you look like. Your body… fuck, I dreamed about it every night after I lost you.” I pulled my head out of my hands and faced out in front of me. It was all dark. I could’ve been in a cave, motel room, in the middle of the fucking street, and I wouldn’t know the difference. “I won’t be able to remember her either. I won’t be able to remember what she looked like. What kind of man… what kind of  father am I if I can’t remember what my wife and daughter’s faces look like?” 

“Dean.” 

She just kept saying my name like she didn’t know any other words. It should’ve annoyed me.  Jesus Christ say anything else! It didn’t annoy me, though. It grounded me. My name coming out of her lips was like an anchor tied to my leg. It was solid. I wouldn’t fly away. I matched my breathing to hers. Steadily in and out with a woosh. She said my name like she invented it, and I was starting to wonder how I ever existed without her. 

“You don’t need to see me to know me,” Ava said gently. She took my hand in hers and fuck they were so soft. Her hands weren’t like mine. They weren’t worked to the bone, damaged, rough. Her hands were the opposite of mine. She was the opposite of me and somehow that connected us together. She completed me in a way that I didn’t even know wasn’t whole until I met her. She filled a hole that I didn’t even know I had. “You know my body, Dean Winchester.” She ran my hand along her body slowly, tantalizingly. My breath hitched in my throat as my fingers trailed along the length of her neck, soft and endless. A ridge where her neck ends and  her shoulder begins, collarbones poking through a thin layer of skin. 

She slowly guided my fingers across the fullest place of her breast. I tested the weight in my hand. I ran my thumb along her nipple from the outside in, feeling it harden under my touch. The sound of her sucking in her breath was magnified.  Holy fuck. I guided my mouth to her breast, recalling purely by muscle memory how she liked to be touched. I took her nipple between my lips and gave a gentle suck eliciting a dangerous sound from Ava. She was coming undone, unwrapping for me like a present. 

My grief was still there as I guided myself inside of her. It was still present in the back of my mind as I felt her spine curve, back arching as I flipped her over. I held her there hovering just above the comforter. The pain deep within us would always be there. I think I knew that. It fucking hurt worse than any pain I’d ever felt, but we couldn’t let it rip us apart. I held Ava there with the arch of her back in my hand, and I worried that she would fall through my fingers like sand and disappear where I could never find her again. I couldn’t lose her too, and I’m such a fucking idiot, I almost did. 

  Ava

 My head fell back, and I let out a frustrated breath. He was withholding, bringing me close and letting up, drawing it out as long as possible. My thigh was twitching and I was barely able to keep up, to move along with him, because my bones felt like jello. There was a sudden pressure on my body, something foreign and light. It felt like I was being watched, like eyes were on me. My eyes opened lazily, my eyelids heavy with euphoria. 

“Dean!” I squeaked as I grabbed for the comforter,  anything  to cover up with. 

“Yeah, Ave, fuck… say…” 

“No,  no, ” I said, reaching up and pressing my fingers to his lips to stop him from making it any worse than it already was. 

He looked confused, his eyebrows coming together. “What…” 

“Hello, Dean,” Castiel grunted. He stood in the open doorway, the light from the hallway bleeding into our bedroom. 

“Cas?! What the fuck man?” Without missing a beat Dean pulled me up against him to shield me from view, but keeping himself planted firmly inside of me. I could feel him twitch deep within me, almost sending me toppling over the edge even with the angel’s eyes locked on her naked back. 

Castiel made a noise of discontent. “I wouldn’t normally interrupt, but I thought you may be interested in hearing about your daughter. Maybe I’m wrong though,” he said sharply. “Maybe you don’t really care.” He turned on his heels, his trench coat whipping around as he slammed the door behind him. 

Dean pinched the bridge of his nose. “Ave I’m…” 

“No,” I said, moving off of him. I pulled the comforter to my chest. We were ignoring reality, playing pretend. It couldn’t last forever. “He’s right. We need to see what he found out about Nel.”

“Okay,” he said quietly. 

It was dark, but the look on his face was as clear as day. Eyebrows together, jaw set, eyes wet along the edges. “Here,” I said, reaching down and getting his shirt. I placed it in his palm, and he curled his fingers around it. 

He put his shirt on and stood up, fumbling to his dresser to pull out a pair of sweatpants. He felt along the waistband for the tag to make sure they were oriented correctly and slipped them on. 

“Dean?”

“Yeah?” He asked, resting his palms on the dresser. I could see him in the mirror, his face facing forward, his plastic eye was completely blank. 

“It was nice,” I murmured. “While it lasted.”

Even if it was all a lie.

  Dean

 I could feel her eyes on me like a pressure on the back of my neck. She was disappointed, and fuck so was I. We were living in a fantasy world for just a second, we were living in a world where everything could be made fine with the brush of her lips. It wasn’t reasonable. 

I didn’t wait for her to finish dressing. Instead I just stumbled out into the hallway alone. “Cas,” I grumbled, cranky and rough. “Come on, don’t leave a blind guy stumbling around.” 

Just like that a hand curled around my forearm, and I knew it immediately. I turned my face toward where I knew Cas was, and I offered him a smug smile. “What’s the news?”

“Let’s go sit down, Dean.” 

“Don’t feel much like sittin’.” 

“But I do,” he said sharply. His voice was staccato, pointed, and a little mean. I probably deserved that. 

He lead me down the hallway to the kitchen. I was getting a pretty good handle on my directions inside of the bunker, but only because I couldn’t let Sam bring home a seeing eye dog. 

“Sit down, Dean,” Cas said, placing my hand on a chair. I let out a grumbled noise and lowered myself onto the chair. I folded my arms across my chest. 

“Why are you so pissed, Cas?”

“You’re infuriating, Dean. You’re a child. Even after all of this time, I am still shocked by it. Perhaps that’s my folly, though. I shouldn’t be surprised anymore.”

“You came here to lecture me?”

“No.” 

“Then why?” I gritted my teeth. 

“I spoke to Eleanor.” 

“What?”” Ava’s voice was soft. I didn’t even hear her enter the room. 

“How?” I asked, clenching my fists. I felt like I wanted to explode. How was he getting to talk to her?  Why him and not me? Why is she dead and not me?

“I went to visit her in heaven,” Castiel said carefully. 

He may as well have stabbed me in the fucking chest. I cleared my throat, trying to swallow back the pain inside of me. It felt like swallowing hot coals. 

“She wanted me to tell you that she’s okay. She doesn’t want us to stop being a family.”

My jaw tightened, and I let a tear roll down my cheek. I didn’t bother to wipe it. What was the fucking point? “Oh yeah? That’s the big update? What am I supposed to do with that, Cas? Huh? That supposed to make everything better?”

“No I…” 

“Just fucking stop, okay.” 

“She knew it wasn’t Jack’s fault,” Cas said insistently. “She wants us to find him. She wants us to…” 

“I said fucking  stop!” I stood up, shoving my hands out to signal him to shut the fuck up, wherever he was. “I don’t want to hear it, okay? She wants us to play nice, well she’s the kid, and I’m the parent; and she’s not here to make me.” 

  Ella

 I looked at Billie cautiously. “Just spill it. You want to punish me for my Dad evading death over and over again, right? You want to pull me into the nothingness or whatever. Blip me from existence. I get it. Just like… can we hurry up with it?”

Bille pursed her lips and eyed me. “Your bravery is admirable, but no. quite the contrary, actually.” She leaned on her scythe and smiled at me. “You died with angelic grace still inside of you. Turns out heaven doesn’t have a leader. Before Jack came to see you Duma had an unfortunate accident. Now there is a position to be filled.” 

“What are you saying?” 

“How would you like a promotion, Eleanor?” Her eyes narrowed challenging. 

“What’s the offer?” 

“I think we can work it out in your favor.” She lowered herself to sit at the edge of my bed and tilted her head. It softened her expression. “I know how you Winchester’s operate. I think you’ll be happy with the offer.” 

“We’ll see,” I said cautiously. “If you know how we operate then you know that I was taught not to negotiate with monsters.” 

“I’m hardly a monster,” she said, almost sounding offended. 

“Sure thing,  Death.” 

“Touche.”

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Chapter Twenty-Two, Happy Birthday Eleanor

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Katya Jaeger “Love isn’t always perfect. It isn’t a fairytale or a storybook. And it doesn’t always come easy. Love is overcoming obstacles, facing challenges, fighting to be together, holding on and never letting go. It is a short word, easy to spell, difficult to define, and impossible to live without. Love is work, but most of all, love is realizing that every hour, every minute, and every second was worth it because you did it together.” 

Kieran Cassidy "Didn't know ye' took te' writin' for Hallmark, l'uver."

Katya Jaeger "I didn't write that shit. I found it and it sounded good. Don't spoil my sweet moment."

Kieran Cassidy "Shoulda' known! Not nearly enough mentions of meth for yeh'."

Katya Jaeger "And here I thought it was lacking mention of that cock..." Shrugs.

Kieran Cassidy "Yeh' don't song write about cock that often. Thas' why everyone t'inks yer' a lesbian."

Katya Jaeger "Maybe I should write about cock. A rock hard, long, dripping wet cock..." Thinks it over, shaking her head a moment later. "Nah, think I'll stick to songs about wanting to die and going to hell."

Kieran Cassidy "Good idea. Without a drummer, ye'd have to do acoustic gigs..."

Katya Jaeger "Fucking hate the acoustic stuff. I'd much rather shake my ass in front of that drummer to see if I can get him to fuck up." Smirks.

Kieran Cassidy "Wait til ye' get me fired...no one around to clean up your shite on the tour bus no more."

Katya Jaeger "You think I'd stay there without you? Fuck that. Wouldn't be shit without you. Besides, that ass shaking would be gone and then fans would find out I've got no actual vocal chops."

Kieran Cassidy Snores, showing exactly what he thought of that.

Katya Jaeger "Yeah? I talk and you snore? That how this works now? I bore you that bad?"

Kieran Cassidy "The concept did."

Katya Jaeger "Act like you don't know what you are to me. Go ahead."

Kieran Cassidy "Wasn't talkin' about that."

Katya Jaeger "What are you talking about then?"

Kieran Cassidy "'Vocal chops.'"

Katya Jaeger "Oh. Well. Yeah."

Kieran Cassidy "Yer' record people say o'erwise."

Katya Jaeger "My best vocals are heard by you and only you." Smirks.

Kieran Cassidy "I don't know..."

Katya Jaeger "You don't /know/?"

Kieran Cassidy "I don't knooow..."

Katya Jaeger "Better figure it out."

Kieran Cassidy “I will."

Katya Jaeger "How are you going to do that, exactly?"

Kieran Cassidy "Don't ye' 'ave a song with a suspicious orgasm?"

Katya Jaeger "Only orgasm that has ever been heard from me has been heard by your ears."

Kieran Cassidy "Mmm..."

Kieran Cassidy "T'ink I can find me a bassist that'd disagree."

Katya Jaeger "I think if you remember right, that's Jenna Haze and she recorded it on the phone for me to use in the track..." Cuts her eyes to him. "You are the only true orgasm I've ever had in my life and you fucking know it."

Kieran Cassidy "I'm not sayin' t'at, I'm sayin' other people have 'eard ye' cum." eyes her as the woman seems hellbent on being mad at him.

Katya Jaeger Smirking a moment later, she'd thought there was something else on that one entirely. Stepping into him, her hands were quick to the back of his neck where she was nudging her nose against his. "All this talk about orgasms though..."

Kieran Cassidy "What the bleedin' fuck is a 'true orgasm.'" he'd ask, not sure if he was familiar with the term. "Opposed to a dishonest one? An orgasm that lies on it's taxes?" he'd continue as he felt her at his neck.

Katya Jaeger "You don't want to know," she whispered, pulling at the back of his neck as she took a step back, bringing him with her. "You'd much rather know what it is that I'm thinking right now. I promise."

Kieran Cassidy Hearing her mention that he didn't want to know. She was right but that left his mind to wander before figuring it out. Leaving him in a shit mood altogether. Not especially receptive to grabbing that opportunity as he'd raise an eyebrow. Taking the bait. "T'en what are ye' t'inkin?"

Katya Jaeger Taking another step back, her hand gripped firmly at the back of his neck as her lips lingered there to his as a smirk stole her features. "I'm thinking that all of this talk about orgasms has me horny as fuck and I'm thinking you might have a little something to help me out with that and in return, I'd like to hear your vocal talents," she whispered, a gentle nod of her head as her free hand slipped down between them to grip him through his jeans.

Kieran Cassidy "Little though, really?" an ironic oversight that might have had him laughing normally as she literally just told him he had a little something. Even as her hand ventured downwards yet he was afraid she wouldn't find what she wanted there.

Katya Jaeger "Not little! You know what I meant!" she explained, her own laugh filtering through as she found proof that he was not nearly as aroused as she was. Bringing her hand from him to find his hand, luring it up underneath of the oversized t-shirt she wore where the proof of her own was against the fabric of her panties, she'd guide his fingers to show him what she would not attempt to explain where the proof would speak loudly enough.

Kieran Cassidy “You just called my dick little." he reminded her as she guided his hand against her own panties. Feeling what she had been saying there undoubtedly. "Oh, look...big panties." he'd tease, finding something equally insulting yet a mirror of what she had said to him as his eyes narrowed.

Katya Jaeger As his eyes narrowed, hers widened as she looked up at him. Had she been in a different mindset altogether, a statement of that sort could have resulted in a full spiral from the already unstable woman, but here, she'd find it to be exactly what it was. Abandoning his hand beneath her t-shirt, her hand was there against him once more, rubbing her palm against him even through that fabric. "Your little pussy and my big cock," she corrected as that was how this truly went, a smirk to her lips as she tightened her hand at the back of his neck to draw her lips to his.

Kieran Cassidy "Uh huh..." thinking she was trying to save her own ass quickly as the two were clearly messing with one another. The girl was eighty pounds soaking wet and if she'd really think he could say she wore big panties, she'd truly have to look in the mirror to understand the hilarity. Feeling her lips return to his as he'd atleast attempt to work with her. Fingers drawing against the outside of that fabric firmly.

Katya Jaeger Feeling his fingers there to the fabric of her panties, she'd sigh softly against his lips as her hand worked against him for a moment before it wasn't enough for her. Finding the button of his jeans, she'd unfasten them before she'd find enough space to ease her hand within, beneath the cloth of his boxers to locate him, finding that skin to skin contact. Wrapping her hand around him, she gave up a solid stroke against him as she nipped at his lower tier.

Kieran Cassidy Feeling her slipping into his boxers where he might be a little more stubborn to wake than usual. Just needing to get out of his own damn head. Fingers drawing against her as he felt her to his bottom lip.

Katya Jaeger What she would find within his boxers wasn't quite what she was accustomed to finding, yet she'd not be disappointed by the opportunity to bring him to life entirely. Biting against his lower tier, she drew back against the tissue as her eyes found his while her free hand slipped down to relieve him of that zipper and draw down at his jeans there in the hallway of their home.

Kieran Cassidy Feeling her drawing at his jeans before they dropped all together. Meeting her eyes as he knew this had the opportunity to backfire. Taking an even breath as he'd attempt to keep his mind and body from working together too closely. Just letting the physical happen as he had never had an issue with it before.

Katya Jaeger Once the fabric of his jeans were gone, the ambitious woman would waste no time relieving him of his boxers a moment later, allowing them to pool at his ankles as her hand now found free range to stroke against his length as her lips formed to his once more in a kiss that would speak to that which his fingers had discovered against the fabric of her panties.

Kieran Cassidy Keeping his fingers moving to her steadily in pressured rotations would allow his fingers to coat in her. Feeling her affections finally starting to take root and spread through him as he gracefully thanked the powers that be for it. Even if the ability lied strictly in himself.

Katya Jaeger Drawing back from his kiss, her eyes were directed to his as her free hand found his side while the other drew off of him entirely. Bringing her hand towards her own face, her lips parted and she offered a full sweep of her tongue against the palm of her hand before that same hand was finding him again. Feeling those rotations of his fingers against her even through the fabric of her panties, there was no doubt that he had gotten to her even before that first touch as the bit or playful banter between the two would forever find her in this space where her desire for him spoke for itself.

Kieran Cassidy Watching her to her own palm where the moisture alone would surely help as he began to harden for her. Leaning in where his lips would firmly merge with her once more. Hand slipping up to allow both of his hands to find the sides of her panties and guide them down.

Katya Jaeger As her hand returned to him, she'd feel his lips there to hers, taking to her in a firm exchange that would coincide with the hardening of him there within her hand. Feeling him bring his hands to the sides of her panties beneath that oversized t-shirt, it wouldn't take much to relieve her of the only undergarment she bothered with most days. Torn between wanting to find her knees before him and wanting to feel him to her skin all at the same time, she'd remain standing for the moment as she stepped free of the fabric at his guiding as her hand strengthened there against him.

-November 1, 2017