#drabble. mackenzie james fraser.

[notladylikes]

she stands in front of a room full of young women, desperate for change, for solace, for something to come and snatch them from the hells they've become accustomed to. her heart aches for these individuals, born of strife and heartache, filled with cracked ribcages and rotting flesh, signifying the death of their girlhood. it would be easy to give up on them. decide that they were a lost cause and there was nothing she could do. but she wouldn't. not now, not ever. mackenzie reaches forward and grasps a young girl's hand, a teenager but just barely, and whispers that it's going to be okay. she kneels down, eye level now, and holds her hands forward, wrists up to show the tattoos that had been emblazoned into her skin. a reminder of past trials and tribulations and how she got to the point in which she was considered 'better off'. the past still haunts her, clings to her like a shroud that's always omnipresent, in the back of her mind and threatening to take over, but she resists. mackenzie was a fighter, and that's something she wants to teach these young souls. "are you the bird, or the cage?" two tattoos - darkened ink placed upon her wrists. one is a cage, the other a bird. she'd gotten them when she was just shy of sixteen, a forged letter from her parents ( both dead and gone by that point ) and a dream. it all seemed so far gone when she thinks of it now. the child doesn't speak, her voice is not her own and she doesn't feel comfortable expressing herself in a room full of strangers. mackenzie's heart breaks for this individual, knowing that there's been so much trauma in each and every one of their hearts that will take ages to heal. if only it was instantaneous. if only. but nobody was ever that lucky. a trembling finger reaches forward, brushes a thumb over the tattoo of the cage. she doesn't need her to speak to feel the resistance behind her eyes. mackenzie nods, fighting back her own tears. "which one would you like to be?" she asks again, this time trying to hide the emotins that were welling up inside of her. she will cry for these children, for these babies who have been forced into an upbringing that has brought them nothing but pain and suffering. she knows why the caged bird sings, unfortunately. there is a little look of confusion as the teenager now ponders the question, like a heavy weight's been placed upon her shoulders. mackenzie would shoulder it if possible. take the grief from inside her bones and release it into a blackened abyss where it could no longer hurt anyone. she is trying. but then there is a momentary sigh of relief when the bird is picked, and mackenzie feels a swell of warmth settle into her body. "i will do everything in my power to help you get there, sweetheart. and that's a promise." she says, reaching for the girl's hand and giving it a firm but gentle squeeze. where there is hope, there is potential for change. and she will fight to get them just that.

[theladyofdeath]

"We're snowed in" Feysand

Note: If you've not watched Outlander and you're over 18....watch Outlander.

Warnings: Language. Lovemaking. NSFW.

"We're snowed in. Yeah, yeah.....No, went out in the middle of the night but came back on. You?.....Damn, that sucks. Well, if it doesn't come back on soon and you can dig yourself out of the driveway, feel free to come here. It's only going to get colder......Yeah, alright. Sounds good.....Love you, too."

Rhysand hung up the phone and spun around to find Feyre watching him with a little, smug grin. She was sitting backwards on the couch, her chin propped on the back cushion.

Rhysand blinked. "What?"

"It's very sweet how Cassian tells you he loves you every time he talks to you on the phone," Feyre noted.

Rhysand huffed a laugh as he fell backwards over the couch and landed on his back, his head on Feyre's lap. "They lost power in the snowstorm. I told him if it doesn't come back on soon that they should try to make their way over here."

Feyre nodded and looked out the window on the opposite end of the room. Snow was still coming down heavily in thick, fluffy flakes. It hadn't stopped in nearly twenty-four hours. Everything in Velaris had shut down for the day as it was the most snow they had seen in nearly a century.

Which meant that both Rhys and Feyre had the day off.

Feyre had gotten off the phone with Elain not long before. She and Azriel were on vacation, visiting Lucien and enjoying the sunshine and sixty-degree weather that Lucien's homeland offered in the winter. They were lucky enough to avoid the catastrophe going on in Velaris.

"So, we're stuck inside," Rhysand crooned, looking up at Feyre from her lap. "We've got a stocked fridge and an endless amount of shows to binge. What should we start with?"

Feyre took a moment to think it over. "I'll make the snacks, you pick the show?"

"Still early enough for mimosas?" Rhysand asked.

"Is there ever a time where one shouldn't make mimosas?" Feyre followed.

"You're the perfect woman."

After a kiss, Feyre made her way into the kitchen. It was still early in the day, only late morning, so she decided on fruits, cheeses, and crackers. Besides, all of those went well with mimosas.

After arranging grapes, apple slices, and pineapple on a plate with cut up white cheddar and salty crackers, Feyre brought out the champagne flutes and a pitcher. In the pitcher, she filled it with sparkling wine and orange juice before adding a dash of Grand Marnier and mixed it up. After filling the flutes, she put everything on a tray and carried it into the living room. As she set her display on the coffee table, Rhysand lifted a brow.

"Did I mention you're the perfect woman?"

"Why?" Feyre asked, crossing her arms. "Because I can bring you food?"

Rhysand had a grape halfway to his open mouth. "You would take my compliment and turn it into something rude and demeaning."

Feyre grinned and plopped down next to him, bringing the glass of mimosa to her lips. After the first sip, it seemed she had put far too much alcohol in it - which meant that she had made it to perfection. On cold days, alcohol was necessary. Warmed Feyre right up.

"What show did you find?"

"Outlander," Rhysand said, bringing up the menu on Netflix. "Been on our To Be Watched list for months. It's a romance."

"Historical romance?" Feyre asked, intrigued.

They began.

Neither of them left the couch for the first four episodes. After episode four, they took a break. Feyre went to refill the pitcher of mimosas and by the time she came back to the living room, Rhysand was standing on the coffee table wearing nothing but a plaid blanket around his waist, pretending it was a kilt.

Feyre slowly set down the pitcher as she laughed, quietly. "Feeling inspired, are you?"

"What do you think?" Rhysand asked, slowly spinning in a circle with his arms open wide. "Can I pull off Scottish Highlander?"

"Oh, you can pull off anything," Feyre assured him.

With a grin, they settled back onto the couch, Feyre draping Rhysand's kilt over her legs as they began episode five....then six....and as they neared four in the afternoon, they began episode seven.

The Wedding.

"This....is porn. This is porn, this is historical Scottish porn," Rhysand said, staring at the screen as Claire and Jamie made love to one another.

"No, no," Feyre corrected him, her eyes not leaving the screen for a second. "Can't see a penis, can't see a vagina, it's not porn."

"You can see everything else," Rhysand muttered. "It was the kilt."

"What was the kilt?"

"Why Claire wants to bang Jamie. It's the kilt," Rhysand said.

Feyre couldn't protest that.

Jamie looked pretty good in a kilt.

Even Rhysand looked good in a makeshift kilt.

Feyre looked at her husband to find him already looking at her.

He blinked.

So did she.

"Are you so turned on right now?" he asked, quietly.

She responded by mauling his mouth with hers. His makeshift kilt soon was torn off his body and he was on display for Feyre's hands to roam freely across his warm, tanned skin.

Rhysand, due to the completion of his eighth mimosa, sloppily took off Feyre's pajama pants before sliding himself up into her in one fluid motion. She gasped as she pushed Rhysand back against the couch and climbed onto his lap, sinking herself snugly around his hardened cock. Feyre's head fell back, her eyes shut, and Rhysand's hands held firmly onto her hips as they rocked back and forth.

Rhysand let out a long, slow, "Fuck," as the doorbell rang.

Feyre and Rhysand's eyes flew open as they froze.

Neither of them moved.

Someone knocked on the front door. "OPEN UP! IT'S COLD AS SHIT!"

"It's Cassian," Rhysand whispered. "If we don't answer, do you think he'll go away?"

He knocked again. "MY BALLS ARE FREEZING OFF!"

"I don't think so," Feyre replied, and Rhysand frowned with a sigh as Feyre got off of him, wrapped herself in Rhysand's blanket-kilt, and walked toward the door. When she opened it, a puff of snow blew inside and she greeted Cassian and Nesta, who stood on their front porch bundled up.

They took in Feyre's blanket, her messy hair, and her rosy cheeks. As they stepped inside, they found Rhysand, covering his junk with a throw pillow as he sat comfortably on the couch.

"Ah," Cassian said, looking at the t.v. "Outlander?"

"Been there," Nesta muttered, and made her way into the kitchen.

"When Rhys invited us over, I didn't think it was this kind of party," Cassian said, wiggling his eyebrows. "I'll start stripping down. Oooh, mimosas."

[kalendraashtar]

Do you have a masterlist of all your fics by chance?

Sorry for the delay, sweets, but here you go - my complete masterlist in a single post!

*Ficlets/One-Shots*

Testament of Light - Claire and Jamie meet in therapy (Angst) [tw: suicide; tw: depression]

Happier - Song ficlet for Ed Sheeran’s Happier.

Promise - Song ficlet for Ben Howard’s Promise.

His Name is Home - Ficlet inspired by the movie “If I Stay” and Claire’s illness during ABOSAA (Modern AU).

Tales of Us - A story about legacy. Outlander Secret Santa 2016.

House of the Undying Fire - Claire is a pristess of Vesta and Jamie a Gladiator (Rome AU).

Promise Not To Fall - Claire and Jamie meet in Prague (Hooker AU).

A Deserving Suitor - Roger is dating Brianna and now has to face the hardest test of all - meeting Jamie Fraser (AU).

Mistress Fraser’s Wondrous Concoction - A small moment between Claire and Jamie during the year spent in Lallybroch after France (previous to the Battle of Culloden).

Worthy of Love - How Mandy came to be Amanda Claire Hope MacKenzie.

Nurse Randall - Claire was born to be a healer. But how did she find her calling, training as a nurse during WWII?

Fatherhood - Short tales about Fatherhood from Claire, Frank and Jamie’s voices.

Motherhood - Short tales about Motherhood from Jamie, Brianna and Jenny’s voices.

*Fanfics*

Something Beautiful - Claire Beauchamp, successful emergency physician, secretly harbours feelings for her best friend’s fiancé, Frank Randall. With the help of her long time friend, neighbour and confidant, James Fraser, she is forced to search her heart until she finds something beautiful.

Part I - Duck, Part II - Eat The Sky, Part III - Haircut,Part IV - Glasgow, Part V - Spinster, Part VI - Ae Fond Kiss, Part VII- Tease, Part VIII - A Rush of Water, Part IX - Law of Cooling, Part X - And Then We Start

Ficlet I, Ficlet II, Ficlet III

Something Beautiful II - Sequel to “Something Beautiful”. After their friendship has been set afire, Claire “Sassenach” Beauchamp and Jamie “Duck” Fraser navigate their budding romantic relationship, until Claire realizes it’s time to make a bold choice.

Part I - Knickers, Part II - Wicked, Part III - Pros and Cons

Scotia - An AU based in Myths and Legends. Outlander Secret Santa 2017.

Part I, Part II, Part III, Part IV, Part V, Part VI, Part VII, Part VIII

Scalpel & Needle - Jamie and Claire are surgeons working together but they can’t see eye to eye. However, a secret admirer has found a special place in her heart.

Arc I: Incision

Part I - Rivalry, Part II - Pipes and Drums, Part III - The Enemy of my Foe, Part IV - Mass Casualty, Part V - Breathless and Shirtless, Part VI - Confessions of an Empty Glass, Part VII - Second Best, Part VIII - Hot Appendix, Part IX - Commotio Cordis, Part X - Scalpel, Part XI - Best served cold, Part XII - Tourniquet, Part XIII - The Beauchamp Method, Part XIV - The Healer, Part XV - Date, Part XVI - Firsts, Part XVII - Malpractice, Part XVIII - Needle, Part XIX - Freehand, Part XX - The Morning We Met, Part XXI - Heart-shaped, Part XXII - Jealousy, Part XXIII - Chief of Surgery, Part XXIV - Keys,  Part XXV -And He Knows That  

Arc II: Deep Tissue

Part I - Zero-Sum Game, Part II - Ribcage, Part III - Tethers, Part IV - Sin-Eater, Part V - Tell It To The Moon, Part VI - Moment of Tangency, Part VII -Inked, Part VIII - The Woman, Part IX - Portree, Part X - Skylight, Part XI -STD, Part XII - Deep Tissue, Part XIII - Suture

Scalpel & Needle (Christmas Special) - Nutmeg

Cordis - Part I - Rollercoaster Man, Part II - Wallflower in Blue, Part III - Want, want

Call Out My Name (Figure Skating AU )-  I - Friday I’m in Love

Broken Crown - Spies AU - 1.0, 2.0, 2.1, 2.2, 3.0, 3.1, 3.2, 3.3, 3.4, 3.5, 3.6, 3.7, 4.0, 4.½, 4.1, 4.2, 4.3, 4.4, 4.5, 4.6, 4.7, 4.8, 4.9, 5.0, 5.1, 5.2, 5.3, 5.4, 5.5, 5.6, 5.7, 0.0

The Teacher - I, II

Stealing Tomorrow - Jamie and Claire were young and in love – until their relationship came to a heartbreaking end. After fifteen years, when Claire comes back to Scotland and her path crosses again with Jamie’s, they have a second chance to prove that they are meant to be together. (Modern AU)

Chapter 1 - In media res, Chapter 2 - Forget Me Not, Chapter 3 - As We Were, Chapter 4 - They All Come Rushing Back, Chapter 5 - Boston Calling, Chapter 6 - Sins of a Lover, Chapter 7 - Find Me, Chapter 8 - Master of Me, Epilogue - Tomorrow Is Now

A Lifetime of Her - Throughout their early years, Jamie and Claire meet at crucial points in their lives, supporting and healing each other. Eventually, Jamie realizes that Claire alone holds all his heart – but it might be too late to find his way to her.

Part I - And in my chest you know me best, Part II - In slow motion the blast is beautiful, Part III - You don’t know how lovely you are, Part IV - It’s only the air you took and the breath you left, Part V - But we’re still sleeping like we’re lovers, Part VI - My kingdom for a kiss upon her shoulder, Part VII - You bleed just to know you’re alive, Part VIII - Please teach me gently how to breathe, Part IX - I’m walking after you

My Brother’s Lass - What if William Fraser had survived and Jamie Fraser had to compete with his own brother for Claire’s affections? (Canon divergence/AU)

Part One - My Brother’s Lass, Part Two - Homecoming, Part Three - Northern Lights, Part Four - Let me down, gently, Part Five - Love Unspoken, Part Six - This Truth Won’t Set You Free, Part Seven - The Cicadas’ Song, Part Eight - No Time For Us, Part Nine- The Ballad of a Thief, Part Ten - The Flapping of a Butterfly’s Wings, Part Eleven - The Red Prisoner, Part Twelve - Redeemed

Constellations series - Are some people truly meant to be together, unexplainably attracted to each other? In each small story, Jamie and Claire meet – in different places, times and circumstances – and fall in love.

Orion, Sirius, Crux, The Second Sighting of Sirius, Andromeda, Sirius Supernova, Betelgeuse, Perseus, Cassiopeia, Columba, Phoenix, Draco

College AU (Cassiopeia’s sequel) - Modern AU with Claire and Jamie in College together.

The Captain, Anamnesis, The Flood, Orphans, Requiem, Our Shared Skin, Rivals, Daisies & Thistles, Fairplay, He Who Loves Him, To Build a Bridge

Beauchamp Riots - Modern AU. Jamie and Claire have been best friends for five years. When Jamie announces his impending marriage, Claire is forced to finally confront her true feelings.

Part I - Pretzel Logic, Part II - Two Can Waltz, Part III - Dresses & Question Marks, Part IV (Finale) - Morning Glory

This Man I Chose, A Marriage of Equals (Andromeda’s sequels)

Bean sídhe - Claire is the Bean sídhe, a legend in the Scottish Highlands. Loved by some and feared by many, she leads a mysterious life. But when her path crosses Jamie’s, both their lives and the clans are forever changed (AU).

Chapter 1 - Bean sídhe, Chapter 2 - Tormented , *Missing Moment 1* - Claire falling in love with Jamie, Chapter 3 - Burn, Chapter 4 - Betrothed, Chapter 5 - Bare, *Missing Moment 2* - Claire muses about her night with Jamie, Chapter 6 - Punishment, *Missing Moment 3* - Claire’s assault, Chapter 7 - Darkness, Chapter 8 - Soul of my Soul, Chapter 9 - Machinations, Chapter 10 - Blood, Chapter 11 - Crann Tara, *Missing Moment 3* - Jamie yearns to be a father, Chapter 12 - Guardian, Chapter 13 - Witch, Chapter 14 - Promises we can’t keep, Chapter 15 - Death, Chapter 16 - Tree of Life, Epilogue - Faith

Dreaming of Past and Future Days - What if Claire went back to Frank before being taken to Fort William? Would she regret her choice and find her way back to Jamie? (Canon divergence)

I, II, III, IV

*Drabbles*

The Lure of the Sea - Claire thinks Jamie died in the Euterpe.

How She Came To Love Him (College AU universe)

Two Hearts (Sirius universe)

The Chanter - Whimsical short tale.

[ao3feed-jamiexclaire]

by Katherine

"I said there was room between us for secrets."

Words: 100, Chapters: 1/1, Language: English

Fandoms: Outlander Series - Diana Gabaldon

Rating: General Audiences

Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply

Categories: F/M

Characters: Claire Elizabeth Beauchamp Fraser, James Alexander Malcolm MacKenzie Fraser

Relationships: Claire Beauchamp/Jamie Fraser

Additional Tags: Secrets, Alternate Universe - Werewolves, Werewolves, Drabble

[theycallmebecca]

Hi, for Promptober how about chris x reader where he asks her what fictional character(s) she fantasizes about? (Maybe expecting to hear one of his but getting a surprise)

Alright, in case it isn’t totally obvious… I’m currently in love with the TV show (and book series) Outlander… and well… it definitely influenced this drabble! Both the plot and the sex scene itself haha… and then the Chris in my head just kind of lost his mind at one point haha

Title: Confessions of a Fangirl

Pairing: Chris Evans x reader

Rating: NC-17

Warnings: graphic sex

Disclaimer: This work of fiction is not to be reposted, used or translated without my permission.

18+ Disclaimer: This work contains sexual material that is for those over the age of 18. By clicking the keep reading link below, you are agreeing that you are over the age of 18 and are not offended by sexual content.

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You were in the kitchen washing the dishes from the dinner party you and Chris had hosted that evening when he came into the room. He wrapped his arms around your waist and kissed your neck before thanking you for all your hard work.

After letting go of you, he grabbed a dish towel and began to dry the dishes. “Don’t think I didn’t notice that you slipped out of the room when we started talking about crushes we have on characters.“

“I had to check on dessert,” you replied before tossing him a smirk. “Besides, you know I get jealous when you talk about Mona.”

Chris dropped his head and groaned, “I never should have admitted publicly that the scene was ad libbed.” He shook his head slowly. “That’s the whole reason that topic even came up tonight, by the way. My friends are the worst.”

Rolling your eyes, you handed him a dish to dry. Both of you knew that he was being over dramatic about his friends, especially since his core group of friends–the ones that had been over this evening with their spouses–were the friends he’d grown up with. None of them cared that he was a famous celebrity and they helped him stay grounded; even if that meant busting his chops every now and again.

The two of you talked about the dinner party and you thought he had forgotten all about the question until he cornered you in the bedroom after you’d gotten ready for bed.

“You’ve successfully avoided the character crush question twice now,” he said, planting his hands on either side of your hips as he pressed you against the back of the small sofa in the lounge area of the bedroom you shared. “I assume it is because you didn’t want to admit that you have a crush on one of my characters -”

“It’s quite the opposite, actually,” you said, cutting him off. “Why crush on made up characters, when I have the real deal right in front of me?” You batted your eyelashes at him and put your hand on his bare chest. “Did it occur to you that I might have avoided the question so your friends wouldn’t tease you?”

Chris’s eyebrows furrowed at the thought and he asked, “Well who is it then?”

Instead of responding, you pulled the plaid throw blanket from the couch and wrapped it around his waist like a kilt. You saw the look of recognition flash in his eyes and knew that he knew exactly who you were talking about: James Alexander Malcolm MacKenzie Fraser from the book series and TV show Outlander.

“I should have known,” he muttered, shaking his head. “I can always tell when you’re reading a sex scene that catches your imagination.”

“Oh?” you asked, suddenly feeling the hard planes of his body pressed against yours.

“Yeah, you always wiggle when you’re reading in bed,” he said with a smile. “But when you read a sex scene, especially during that time of the month, your movements are centered more in your hips and it’s almost erotic to watch.” Leaning in, he nipped at your earlobe before adding, “Kind of like last night.”

Picking you up, suddenly, Chris carried you to the bed and the two of you made love that was anything but slow.

The next morning, you were deliciously sore as you got ready for work and then left the house. You gave no thought to the questions from the night before as you went about your day. In fact, the only strange thing that happened was that, when you got home, you noticed that your iPad wasn’t on your bedside table, where you’d left it. It didn’t worry you, however, because Chris was notorious for leaving his cell phone or his own iPad somewhere in the house and needing to use yours to find the missing device.

It wasn’t until you’d come out of the bathroom, before bed, that things got interesting. Hearing Chris moving about the bedroom, you’d exited the bathroom dressed in a silky, dark blue nightgown. You’d started to say something, but froze at the sight of Chris standing at the foot of the bed with one barefoot planted on the bench seat clad in only the plaid throw blanket, which he’d tied around his waist.

“‘ello, Sassenach,” Chris greeted you in a horrible Scottish accent. “It is I, James Fraser.”

Covering your mouth, you laughed behind your hand as he continued.

“Would ye like to see what is under me kilt?” he asked, his eyes playful.

“I have a pretty good idea what isn’t under there,” you told him.

“Ah, well, come along then, Sassenach,” Chris said, gesturing to the bed. “Let me impress you with my excellent licking skills. I’ve heard that woman working out on new-fangled workout equipment -” Chris pulled a ‘I don’t know what the fuck I’m talking about’ face as he he slipped in and out of character. “-will call their friends and talk for a good long while with their girlfriends about the way I lick nipples.”

You blushed as you realized that Chris had overheard the conversation that you and your best friend had had following a recent episode of Outlander. Yes, you had been impressed with the way Jamie’s character had licked the breast of his lover, but then Chris had whisked you off to your own bed and had demonstrated his own licking skill. Clearly, he hadn’t heard that part of the conversation between yourself and your friend.

“Shall I demonstrate for you?” Chris asked, his Scottish accent slipping into one that sounded more British. He closed the gap between you and tugged aside the material covering one of your breasts. Lowering his head, he gave your nipple a long, slow lick with the length of his tongue, continuing the motion nearly to your collarbone.

Arousal flooded through your body and you had to grab onto Chris’s shoulders to stay upright as he demonstrated his skill on your other breast.

“You agree, no?” he asked, slipping in a French accent. “I is very good licker, yes?”

You rolled your eyes as he changed the accent again and you could tell, by the look in his eyes, that he was doing it on purpose. Stepping back, you locked eyes with him as you lowered the straps of your nightgown down your arms and let the fabric fall to the floor, leaving you completely naked.

“Your turn,” you told him, your voice just above a whisper.

With a twist of his wrist, the homemade kilt fell to the floor, revealing the hard body of your handsome boyfriend. You let your eyes move down his body and to the already hard cock between his legs.

While you did, in fact, have a crush on the character Jamie Fraser, it wasn’t him who you wanted to sleep with. No, the only man you wanted to do that with was your boyfriend, the real man standing before you.

Taking Chris’s hand, you pulled him to the bed and led him onto the soft comforter. “I want you, Chris,” you told him. “Only you.”

“Are you telling me that I read all the sex scenes in the first book for nothing?” he scoffed.

“I’m afraid so,” you replied with a laugh. “Unless you learned a new trick or something…”

“I’ll show you a new trick,” Chris muttered before pulling your body against his.

He took his time, lavishing every inch of your body with attention as your arousal built. It seemed like forever before he slid a finger into your sex.

“Ah, yes, time to sample some honey from your honeypot,” he whispered in your ear before he lowered himself between your legs and brought his mouth to your sex. Your hands found his hair and you clutched onto his locks as he brought you to climax with his ministrations.

“Chris, please,” you whimpered, tugging on his shoulder. “I need you.”

Understanding, Chris repositioned himself so he was hovering over you with his cock aligned with the entrance of your sex. Your combined moans filled the room as he slid into you, filling you completely.

Your body rocked in time with Chris as he thrust in and out of you. You’d long ago lost count of the number of times you’d slept with him, but he’d always been a very active lover, wanting to make sure each time was the best for you that it could be. Even since that first time together, he’d had a sense about what you needed when you needed it and tonight proved to be no different.

At some point, he flipped the two of you so you were on your knees with him slamming into you from behind. You clutched the pillow cases as you grew closer and closer to your second orgasm of the evening.

Just as you were getting ready to reach between your legs to get yourself there, Chris leaned forward and grabbed the heavy duty headboard. The new angle let him get deeper and allowed his cock to hit the exact spot you needed to be stimulated. He came almost immediately and you followed right after.

Too exhausted to do more than flop onto the bed, Chris wrapped his arms around you and held you tight. His breathing deepened and soon he was asleep. The last thought you had as you drifted off to sleep was who needed a fictional hero when you had a man like Chris at your side.

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[notladylikes]

she's not a fan of sleeping pills, doesn't like herself when she's on them, but after staring at an infomercial for something she'll never buy and listening to the sounds of crickets outside her window, she's desperate for release. padding into the kitchen she fills up a glass with water and downs two of the chalky things, nearly gags a bit but manages to get them down. please work quickly. her sleep schedule has never been a problem before, but since she started bringing up her past at therapy, she's been unable to catch more than a few hours of rest and it's starting to affect her day to day life. burying her head into the pillow, she closes her eyes, and soon hits a wall of slumber. with the meds, comes the dream. same one she's been having for quite a few nights. one that she can't seem to escape no matter how hard she's trying. there's a vision of herself as a child, sitting amongst her family at the table. the parents, her parents, are bickering as usual, and from the looks of it, this screaming match is about to turn nuclear. things are being thrown, a bowl of salad crashing to the floor, spilling greens everywhere across the linoleum, a brisket, still hot and fresh from the oven, hurled off the table. she cowers in fear, knees pulled up to her chest and her hands pressed over her ears, trying to block the sound out. mackenzie's watching from the outside in, as if peering through a window into the damage of her childhood soul. she screams, but there is no noise. runs forward and starts beating on the door just as the sound of a gunshot. she flinches, screaming with all her might. the childlike version of herself screams out, runs and hides behind the couch. her mother stands over the bleeding out form of her father. she's never seen something so volatile before. and it's something she will never forget. her mother places the gun on the table and lights up a cigarette, depositing ashes onto her husband's body. self-defense, she would claim. and it would work for a while, until it didn't. she wakes up, sweat pouring down her forehead, breathing heavily. if it wasn't for the slight recognition in her younger self's eyes she would have thought it was a dream. but this....this was something more. this was something she couldn't escape. no matter how desperately she would want to. a voice echoes in the back of her mind. save her. save her. save her.

[notladylikes]

a ragged breath leaves blood stained lips, as she lays there on the ground, blood seeping from an open wound. a knife to the jugular, a man she's only seen before in photos ( never in person, she always kept her distance. be safe. be safe. be safe. how did it end up like this? ) came up from behind and slashed into her.  it took a moment for her to register, to feel the warm sticky crimson fluid that starts to seep down her neck. 

she grasps at her throat, clawing at the space until she realizes she's unable to stop it, that she has to accept her fate. will someone save her? unlikely. she always knew that it would end this way, someone would find her and pay her back for the work she's been doing - taking her away from the world of doing good and throwing her face first into the endless spiral of the void. 

she can feel the soft blades of grass underneath her body, tries to focus on anything other than the searing pain that is radiating throughout her her right this moment. her breaths come in slow and labored, eyes fluttering open to stare up into the cosmos above. 

it's a beautiful sight, the night sky, and she no longer fears death, has accepted her fate that no one will come to save her, no one can help her, she is lost to the cosmos, just another star in the sky. the brunette lets her eyes flutter close, for only a moment.

the sounds of sirens are entering earshot, but her time is dwindling, she knows they will not arrive within the time frame before she expires, and that's okay. she has done good in her life - she has saved many a folk and made the world a better place. she always wanted to leave the world a better place than she left it.

a final breath and she is no longer, just a corpse laying on the broken ground underneath her former living body.  is there something after? she worries no more, as she will encounter whatever comes next soon enough.

[notladylikes]

there's a gentle breeze blowing around her, causing her hair to shift slightly as she walks, sipping on a cup of cold brew coffee. the tiny cafe was overflowing with customers, and she needed a place relax, a place where she could clear her head before heading back to work on one of the upcoming shelter projects she was arranging. 

there were a few people on the street, not many in the mid-morning sun as she makes her way down the main road towards her office, only stopping when she notices a woman from across the way.

there is no need for words, for the look in this brunette's eyes is enough to tell her that something is wrong. bold as ever, mackenzie crosses the street and begins to strike up a conversation like they were old friends. 

"oh, it's so good to see you!"

she says, pulling the brunette in for a hug and hoping that she would be willing to go along with this facade. when the brunette nearly trembles in her arms, mackenzie can feel a pang of guilt on the inside of her chest. she leans in and whispers in the brunette's ear.

"come with me, i'll get you somewhere safe."

the two interlock arms and mackenzie hands over her cold brew, hoping it would be enough to look like they were expectantly waiting for one another, so she was able to weave through the oncoming traffic of pedestrians towards where her office was located. the building was just a few blocks down on the left, and it appeared ( or at least, she hopes ) as if they were alone.

"sorry about that," 

mackenzie apologizes, taking the coffee and locking the door behind them once they were inside and out of earshot of anyone else around. "you looked.....well, i don't think i need to say." she pats the chair that sits in front of her whilst she perches up on top of her desk, taking another sip of the coffee. 

"my my, where are my manners, is there anything i can get you? water, orange juice, coffee? a snack?" she asks, trying to keep a calm and low voice as to not startle the young woman, like an animal ready to bolt at the sign of danger. she gets up and grabs a water bottle from the small fridge and places it in front of the brunette, just in case. 

"you...run this place?" 

she asks, and mackenzie realizes she's not even bothered to introduce herself at this point. guess she got a little overwhelmed in the process of it all. "i do. i'm mackenzie. this is one of my shelters i fund." when the brunette doesn't immediately bolt, she figures that this is a good sign. "may i ask your name, dove?"

"it's sofia. and....i think i need your help."

mackenzie smiles and extends her hand. "it's nice to meet you sofia." when the brunette takes it, she gives a gentle squeeze, trying to reassure her. "and i'll do whatever i can to help you, dear. no ifs ands or buts about it. you're safe in my presence. this is a no judgement zone."

the tears that begin to form in the young woman's eyes are enough to bring moisture to her own. when she bursts out in a sob, mackenzie moves to wrap her arms around her and they sit, wallowing in each other's sorrows. mackenzie vows from that point on, she's going to do whatever she can to rectify this poor thing's situation, no matter the cost.