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[scarecrowandmrking]

PROVE ME WRONG

    I'm not interested in anecdotes (sorry for your friend). Can you show me the data, please?     Emmy  added the links she had collected after much hard research on the subject. There were thirty in all. I have more, she typed in after she was done posting it all in the twitter page.     Yes, please. Send more.     Emmy closed the lap top and tossed it further up the couch. Sometimes she wanted to throw Mark Pellegrino down and fuck the hell out of him and sometimes she just wanted to throttle him instead.     Nothing she said ever seemed to convince him. And sometimes they would argue for hours. Nothing ever changed, of course. He would just hop on, call her out on some shit, then vanish as soon as anyone tried to get on the thread besides him and her.     Coward, Emmy thought. Just DM me or something.     Sigh.     She was just about to leave her apartment to go to her job at CVS when she heard her lap top make a little noise, alerting her that shed just received a notification. "Fuck," she looked at her watch. Fuck. She didn't have time for this.  Shaking her head and gritting her teeth, Emmy ran to her computer and quickly got into her twitter messages. Her jaw dropped.     Hello. I'm in Philly. Coffee? That was all Mark had said in the DM. Short. To the point. But Emmy was totally shook.       But she wasn't going to give him the satisfaction of seeming too interested. Is Rich in town, too? She typed. You know I was adDICKTted before I was MARKed as a satanist.    Liar, he typed back. When and where do you want to meet?    She gave him her address. Five o'clock.    Public. Coffee shop, he typed back.    Emmy smirked, closing the lap top and walking out the door. ********************************************************************************     At five o'clock Emmy heard the knock she knew would come. She didn't answer right away, letting him sweat it out at the door for a while before she went to answer it. When she opened the door Mark was waiting for her with a long stemmed red rose in his hand, a smile on his handsome face and a twinkle in his frosty eyes. He was wearing the black horned rimmed glasses she recognized from several photos of him online and decked out in a pair of jeans and a black blazer. She felt grow even wetter than she already was, but she tried not to let it show on her face, keeping it calm and neutral.     "You still wanting those links?" She took the rose before stepping back to let him into the apartment.     "I'd rather have some scotch."     Mark settled himself on her couch as Emmy made him a drink. In her mind, she imagined ripping his clothes off and riding him until she climaxed. She knew what he looked like fucking after having seen his sex movie, Word Of Mouth. Looked like an amazing lay in it, though it was so vanilla Emmy found herself pretty damn frustrated by the whole thing. She wanted to see that cock of his slammed balls deep in some pussy. Or see his cum leaking out of a freshly fucked slit. Something.     Mark started in right away with some small talk. Asking her about how things were going at school and if she was still doing dressage competition. Emmy sat next to him on the couch, trying to answer things the best she could. There were a couple of times when he let his knee brush against hers, seeming to know the effect this was having on her because he would smirk every time after doing it.     "Are you done yet?"     Mark smiled, seeming to not understand what she had asked. "Excuse me?"     "You know what you really want. Why don't you just take it?"     Mark seemed suddenly uncomfortable, rising to his feet. "You got me all wrong. I only wanted to help you, Emmy. You just...misunderstood me."     Emmy pressed herself against him, rewarded by the shiver that ran through him. He grabbed her by the arms but she noticed he didn't push her away.     "I don't think so," she tells him, standing on her tippy toes to get as close to his face as she could. He was a tall, big man, the top of her head barely coming up to where his nipple would be. His eyes stared intently into hers, fury and desire evident in his gaze. Again, she was struck by the desire to kiss him or smack him in the face.    "You don't know as much as you think you do," Mark said in a low voice that sounded more like a growl.     "Prove me wrong."     Emmy reached up and grabbed him by the head, forcing his lips down onto hers. Mark opened his mouth before their lips met, eager to thrust his tongue into her mouth. He wrapped his arms around her, pulling her hard against him. They almost fell back upon the sofa in their frenzy, but Emmy steered them towards her bedroom. She helped Mark out of his shirt, loving the feel of his chest and belly beneath her fingertips.     "I've wanted you...so long," Mark was whispering things in her ear. Things that made her pussy so wet she had to take his hand and show him. He moaned into her mouth, thrusting his fingers gently into and out of her tight slit, then becoming rougher the more she whimpered and clenched on his fingers.     Naked, the fell entangled together on the bed. Mark seemed surprised when she rolled him onto his back. He smiled up at her, hands reaching up to pinch her nipples, not hard enough to cause too much pain, but enough to make her grind herself against him, a partial orgasm making her cry out.     "That's my girl," Mark tells her, leaning up to press his forehead against hers as Emmy took his cock in her hands.     "I'm your good little girl," Emmy said, taking him into her little by little. His cock was girthy as hell, difficult for her small slit to accommodate. "I'm such a good little girl for you."    "Fuck me," he tells her, grabbing her roughly by the hips, begging her to move.  Slowly, Emmy starts to go up and down his cock, loving the feeling of being so damn full. Mark groans, nipping at her neck and tits, weighing them in his hands. It doesn't take Emmy long to cum, her face buried in Mark's neck and crying out his name.     He turns her over, fucking her with long, steady strokes. His eyes never leave hers, telling her how much he loved her and how good her little pussy felt on his cock. After he had brought her to a second frenzied peak, Mark picked up his pace, cursing as he came deep inside of her, filling her pussy in several long hot spurts. He laid on top of her for several minutes after, wanting to stay inside of her as long as he could.    "Ready to admit admit you were wrong," Emmy asked him a short while later as they lay in each other's arms.     "No. Never."    "Will I have to show you how wrong you are again?"    Mark held her close, kissing her on the forehead. "I could use a little more convincing."

[scarecrowandmrking]

Hell's Highway

  I met Richard Speight Jr. several years before he played Gabriel on Supernatural. We'd done a few TV shows and movies together here and there and ran in the same circle. I liked him. Rich was a charming, funny guy that could make you feel like he'd known you forever just after three minutes of being in the same room with him. So when he offered me a leading role in his latest movie, Devil's Highway, I was pretty stoked about it. I played the ex druggie girlfriend to Speight's character, who was a washed up pool shark on the run from a mob boss. The actor playing the mob boss wouldn't appear until the end of the film, and Rich kept hinting at me I'd be damn happy when I found out who it was gonna be, which drove me nuts. He knew I hated surprises.     "How much do you love me?" Rich asked as he krept up behind me where I was sitting on the set. I nearly jumped out of my skin, letting out an unholy shriek and splashing him with my water bottle out of spite. "Sorry, Elvira,  didn't mean to  ruffle any feathers."                                                                                                                  The man lived just to upset me. I had figured that out a long time ago.    "So, heard you cast the mob boss." I tried to keep my voice casual, but failed.    "Oh, I got him sitting in my trailer. Wanna come take a look?"     I rolled my eyes. Rich had been trying to get me into his trailer for years. One time by telling me he had an exhibit with a pet monkey in there. Luckily, I got wind from another girl that the only monkey in Rich's trailer was in his wild imagination. And, even though rumors ran rampant about what a donkey dick he had, Rich and I were just friends and I aimed to keep it that way.     I narrowed my eyes. "If you're lying again Rich..."    "Would I do that to you? Old buddy, old pal?"     I thought about it for several long, hard minutes before getting up to follow Rich out of the studio to where he kept his trailer out back. In my mind, I tried to go over just what I would say if this was just a ruse on his part to get me alone. Though, if I was honest with myself, a small part of me wondered what making out with Rich would be like despite myself. Oh, well, maybe I could let him get a few feels in. Maybe--    "Mark Pellegrino everybody!"    Rich's booming voice startled me from my imaginings and I looked over his shoulder to see a tall, blond haired figure sitting in the center on the long couch that ran the length of the trailer. The man was vary beautiful, all perfect cheekbones and piercing blue eyes. I recognized him from his role as Lucifer on Supernatural and Gavin from The Closer. Not to mention the other gazillion parts he'd played. The man had been my fucking crush for ages. And Rich knew it. Damn him.    "Thanks for that," Mark said dryly.     "Hey, this is Nelly." Rich grabbed.  me by the shoulders and marched me over to where Mark sat regally like some sort of tiger or something. I felt so silly in that moment, not knowing what to do so I found myself weakly shaking on one his hands. An electric current ran through my entire body, which I pretended to ignore.     "Nelly here has been going on about you for forever, Mark. Hey, didn't you say to me one time how Mark would make the prettiest babies?"     "I hate you, Rich," I growled through gritted teeth as my friend turned traitor seated me smack dab right next to Mark and moved to seat himself on the other side of him. "I hate you more than there are...words of hate. More than--"    "I know. I know. Doom and gloom. Get a load of Elvira over here." Rich nudged Mark playfully. "Mark was just telling me how much he enjoyed you in The Neon City. Weren't you?"     I was aware my face was super hot and I was blushing like hell. I was naked as a jaybird in a lot of The Neon City. And I even had a threesome scene that was full frontal.    "I agree with the lady. I hate you, too."    "Y'all are no fun at all." Rich spread his arms over the back of the couch, a mischievous grin on his face making him look a hell of a lot like the trickster role he played on Supernatural. "What does a fella have to do to lighten the mood up in here?"     "I thought we were here to rehearse?" Mark's voice was music to my ears, all low and sophisticated and...wow.     Rich rolled his eyes. "And you believed me? Come on, since when have I ever gotten you out anywhere to rehearse? No, I had other plans."     Mark narrowed his eyes. "Care to let me in on any of it?"     "Nope." Rich stared over at me. "Kiss him."     I chocked. "What?"    "Yeah, yeah. Look, you all have a kissing scene in the movie. Mark wants to rehearse. So kiss him already. It was Mark's idea. Blame him."     Mark turned his head to stare at me, the sight of those deep blue eyes gazing down at me made me even wetter than I already was if that was possible. "I think we've been tricked, Nelly. Would you like to--"    I didn't let him even finish the question before I was on him. My lips eagerly pressing against his and my breasts rubbing against his chest. God, he felt and tasted fantastic. Mark kissed me back hesitantly at first, trying to be tender by stroking my face with one hand and my back with the other. But I was too horny for all of that and quickly climbed on top of him. He kissed and nibbled on my neck, going lower till he was nipping at my tits through my shirt.     "Here, let me help you with that," Rich said, helping my out of my shirt and bra.     As soon as my breasts were free both men bent their heads and were sucking on a dark nipple. I threw back my head and moaned, my fingers lacing through their hair. Two sets of hands and mouths were everywhere suddenly on my body. Stroking my back, sides, ass and finally my wet hungry pussy. I took turns kissing Rich and  Mark, both quickening their pace as we all headed closer to what we were really wanting.     I rode Mark's huge cock first, loving the sensation of being so thoroughly filled. With Rich bent down to lick and stroke my swollen clit as Mark's cock slid in and out of me. I held his head in place as I rode his face to a hard and deep climax, pulling off of Mark for a second the squirt all over him and Rich.     Mark grabbed my hips and forced me back down onto him so that he could finish filling me up with his cum.    Without missing a beat Rich got behind me and the second Mark pulled out he pushed himself in. I moaned, loving how Rich felt inside of me. He started with a slow, steady pace, just enjoying fucking me at last after waiting all those years, lovingly kissing and stroking my neck. But then he started going harder and harder on me. Finally, after he was covered in sweat and we were both panting, he cried out my name and emptied himself in several long, hot spurts inside of me.    When it was all over we collapsed against each other. Me on top of Mark and Rich on top of both of us. We were all in a lazy, pleasure filled haze, not sure quite what to do next. Only certain of the fact that none of us wanted to leave.     "Funny, I don't recall any of that being in the script," Mark said after a while.    "It's called a rewrite, buddy," Rich tells him, leaning over to kiss me again. "And now I'm gonna get busy working on the sequel."

[scarecrowandmrking]

Teacher's Pet

  I ran away from home when I was seventeen years old. The usual story I guess, alcoholic stepfather who couldn't keep his fucking hands to himself and a mother too scared and love starved to put a stop to it. So I made my home on the streets doing shit to survive no human being should ever have to do, especially not a damn kid. But, hey, its a tough world out there and you gotta do what you gotta do. No sense crying about it. Because I can guarantee you that the ones that are gonna be stabbing you in the back ain't gonna shed one single tear. So don't you dare let em see you cry. The second you do is the second you've lost any reason to be in this crummy world anymore.     When I was twenty, I heard about this place in Vegas called The Ranch, a place where a girl could go and be treated with some respect. Make her own money and actually keep some of it. Run by an old broad who'd been in the game for ages. So I went. Nothing to lose, after all. And anything was better than the streets.     Ten years later I was still here.  The competition with the other girls for clients was always fierce, but I had a tiny figure and knew tricks the other girls could only dream about. I knew how to work for that extra dollar. Or a hundred. Or a thousand. Whatever a client had when they cam into my room at The Ranch, they left without it. Every single time.    My newest client, though, was shaping up to be the biggest handful I'd ever had. Indeed, when actor Mark Pellegrino had picked me out of all the other girls three months ago, I'd thought I was in for a wild night of fucking. I'd seen the tall, beautiful looking blond actor in several shows he'd been in and was soaking wet by the time I crawled on top of the bed.    "You'll find I'm very open minded," I tell him, opening up my button down top to reveal my small but perky tits with my dark nipples hard from the coolness of the air.    "I'm glad to hear it," Mark tells me. Reaching into a a briefcase he'd brought with him, he pulls out a bag and tosses it onto the bed. "I want these read by next Monday. You'll have time because I've bought all of your slots."    I hesitantly pick up the bag and turn it over and the contents fall out upon the bed. Three hardback books. One about the basics of economics. One about the role of capitalism in a free society. And one about the importance of free markets.    "What the fuck is this?"    Mark was halfway out the door but turned back to me with such a stormy look on his face that my next words died in my throat. "There will be no cursing. Do you understand?"     "Uh...Yes, sir."     "You'll read those books and take exactly three pages per chapter on each.   Detailed notes. No cheating or you will be punished. Do I make myself clear?"     "Yes, sir." **********************************************************************************     I have to admit that my first instinct was that Mark wanted to punish me. That maybe his kinky was giving me this study project and then enjoying the outcome when I fail.    I was wrong.   The results of my first failure were being tied up in rope from the ceiling, naked body spread eagle for Mark's amusement. He was apparently quite good at Japanese rope bondage, Kinbaku, for as tight as the knots were around my ankles and wrists were, they didn't hurt and I could tell they wouldn't leave bruises. But the helplessness was something I found both intoxicating and terrifying. I had never let a customer tie me up before. And I was letting him do this partly because I fancied him and partly because he was not the kind if man one said no to.       "I don't allow physical pain of any kind here," I tell him as he places himself behind me head. I wanted to look up at him but the rope around my neck threatened to choke me if I looked up. "Had enough of that."    "Physical pain," he said with a laugh, leaning down to kiss me on the forehead.   "You have a limited imagination if you think physical pain is the worst I can do to you."     "What else is there?"     Mark moves to stand between my legs. I cant see what he's doing and I wait for the sound of him unzipping himself and the feel of his cock plunging inside of me. Instead, I hear a loud whirring sound and a vibrator is suddenly being pressed to my wet slit. I nearly jump out of my skin, the throat rope cutting off my air and forcing me to relax if I want to be be able to keep breathing. I moaned. Struggled to close my legs but could not. I wasn't use to not being in control of the pleasure and it drove me crazy the way he slowly worked the toy in circles around my clit, never going fast enough to get me off.     "Fuck me. Fuck me."     Mark stopped what he was doing immediately, turning the vibrator off and putting it away. I closed my eyes and tried not to let my disappointment show. If he wanted to play these games, fine, but I wasn't going to let him get the best of me so easily.    "I don't think you understand at all what I'm trying to do here. But I know this is new for you and I have high hopes for you." Mark took my head in his hands and his touch on my skin was magic. His hands traveled lower to stroke and pinch my nipples, thumbs making circles around each before moving on down my belly. I turned my head and kissed his side and chest through his clothes. I cursed the fact that I was naked and he was wearing layers. I wanted to finally see him naked and taste him beneath my tongue.      I moaned as Mark's hands found my pussy, his fingers making fast circles around my swollen clit. The movements were fast and efficient, bringing me to a feverish climax in only a matter of minutes. I cried out, hungry for my release after so long being brought to the brink. I rocked against his fingers, my moans growing louder as he moved to stand between my legs, his mouth soon replacing his fingers.     "Please. Please. Please." I begged. "Let me cum. Let me..."     "Will you do everything I ask you to do?"     "Yes."      "Never questioning me?"      "Yes."      His tongue circled my clit a second before he started to suck on me, hard, three of his fingers beating a merciless rhythm deep in my pussy. Stars appeared before my eyes as I arched by back against the ropes, the one around my throat keeping me from raising up like I desperately wanted to. I writhed against the restraints as I came on Mark's face and hand, whispering his name and still begging to be fucked.     "There are five hours left on your session. I'm going to be leaving now. And no on will come and get you until the time is up. Tomorrow you will be tied in an uncomfortable position of my choosing and you will stay there the complete session. There will be no pleasure for you. Because you have displeased me.    And you will discover what happens when I am displeased."     I felt something cold sliding up my legs and glanced down to find him putting some sort of metal contraption around my waist and over my pussy. The cold of the metal made me shiver. It was a chastity belt of some kind, consisting of a series of plates that kept me from being able to touch my clit and simply a slit large enough for urine to pass. There was a large heart shaped lock on the front, vary steampunk like, and I noticed Mark tucking the key away in his pocket.     "When you bathe, I'll be there to make sure you do not pleasure yourself. You're not allowed to enjoy yourself without my permission. Do you understand?"      "Yes, sir."  *********************************************************************************     It had been three months since I had been able to touch my pussy or been fucked and it was the cruelest of tortures. I often laid away at night thinking of Mark and rubbing my nipples in between my fingers, but it only made my suffering worse. I needed to cum. Needed it. And I had to find some way to convince him to take the chastity belt off and give me a good fuck or if nothing else letting me jerk myself off.     So I set about being the perfect teacher's pet. Every book Mark gave me I read and took even more notes than he asked for. I learned all about Capitalism and Rand and free markets. I could quote facts and figures and learned how to understand the points of political theory. And I worked on my own thesis Mark had assigned about what role I believed that the individual played in a free society.     Today was the day Mark would be giving me my grade. I had chosen to wear a catholic school girls outfit for the occasion. I couldn't tell if he liked it or not, Mark could be hard to read sometimes.     "Feeling nervous about your grade?" Mark asks, taking the rope out of his briefcase.    I sighed. Must have been bad. I was getting tied up again. I started to take off the schoolgirl outfit---     "No, keep it." Mark is stringing the rope up on the hooks overhead.     I was tied up the same way as I'd been before. Except this time Mark positioned himself between my legs. He leaned against me and I moaned at the feel of his hard cock straining against the fabric of his jeans.     "Are you up to date on your tests?"     I gritted my teeth as he pressed deeper against me, his bulge sliding between the folds of my wet slit.     "Yes."     "Are you on birth control?" Mark removed the chastity belt and threw it on the ground.     "No." I hadn't been taking it since Mark seemed content never to fuck me.     "Do you want me to fill you up?"     "Yes, sir." I didn't hesitate. I wanted his cock inside of me so damn bad I could scream. And from my calculations I would have been ovulating today or tomorrow. But if a beautiful little baby came out of our love making I wasn't going to turn it down either.     Mark unzipped his jeans and without preamble thrusted himself balls deep inside of me. I cried out at being so fucking stretched out, my pussy hurting for a few minutes as he paused, letting me use to the weight and girth of him before setting a rough and hard pace. He was a merciless, hard lover but also an  affectionate one, gently kissing and nuzzling me as he thrusted harder and harder into my wet cunt.    "I need you," I told him, burying my face in his neck. "Give it to me. Please. I need it."     He looked deeply into my eyes, the intensity and intimacy of it taking my breath away. "Tell me what you want. I want to hear you say it. Tell me."     "Your cum. I need your cum. Oh, please."     Mark gritted his teeth and murmured fuck as he thrusted deep inside my pussy and came in several long, hot spurts, filling my pussy to the brim. He laid on top of me, staying in as long as he could and continuing to fill me up. I had an orgasm under him, my pussy gently milking him of the rest of his warm cum.     "What grade did I get," I asked, my face pressed against the side of his.     "You made a B," he tells me.     I laughed. "What happens if I make an A?"     He looked down at me then, a wolfish grin on his face. "Make one and you'll find out."

[scarecrowandmrking]

Scarecrow and Mr. King

  "I'll always be here for you."

  Jenny Anderson replayed the scene in her mind as she worked to clear the table at the little cafe where she was a waitress after school. Her father's funeral had been a miserable day in every sense of the word. The sky had been overcast and threatening to unleash a hellish downpour upon the small gathering in Grand Hills Cemetery. Lonny Anderson, a mild mannered TV show writer, hadn't exactly been the life of the party. Truth be told, most of his nights had been spent going over endless loops of scenes taken from the various shows he worked on.

Jenny, sitting on her father's lap, watched everything that her father had helped make with a deep sense of pride. That's where she'd first seen him. The man who had held her tight at her father's funeral. The one she thought of now, holding her in a different way and saying those same words.

  "Hey, space cadet," a voice spoke from over Jenny's shoulder, nearly making her drop the tray of eggs and bacon she was suppose to bring to the elderly couple at table seven.

"Don't call me that!" Jenny hissed at her best friend, and often partner in crime, Donna Masters. The two had worked together for the past two years. But they'd been friends since high school. The short, plump brunette, being the exact opposite of Jenny - a tall, lithe blonde with hard to comb through curls.

  "Yeah, whatever," Donna gazed past her friend to eye the occupant of a booth in the back of the cafe. "Don't look now, but your husband is here."

  Jenny spun around, nearly dropping her tray on the floor. "He's not my husband," She snapped.

  Donna took the tray away from her. Deftly, she snuck an order into the other woman's hand before she realized what was happening.  

  "Well, he's your customer now. I'm taking a fucking smoke break."

  It took a moment for Jenny to process that she'd just been duped into waiting table for the man who'd starred in most over her nightly fantasies since she was a kid. Sure, she'd seen him almost every day since they lived in the same apartment building. They hung out together and watched movies all the time at her place. But these days she'd taken to anonymously fighting with him online about his various political views. It was a way to vent her frustrations at him for everything she felt but couldn't say. But the vehemence of the back and forth between them had seeped into real life. And she never knew if she wanted to kiss him or punch him in the throat.

  Mark was busy typing away on his laptop when Jenny came over. He had his glasses on, something that she never failed to find kind of adorable, reminding her of the character he had played on The Closer.  His short blond hair looked tousled, as if he had been working so hard on whatever he was into he hadn't combed it yet.  His eyes were slightly narrowed, a rather wolfish looking smirk on his face. And Jenny knew that someone, somewhere was at that moment being accused of being a socialist. Or worse, a strawman.

  "Can I maybe get you something, Han Solo, or are you not done with the rebellion yet?"

  Mark's head shot up in an instant, piercing blue eyes boring into Jenny's own. His eyes never failed to enthrall or intimidate, a feature she was sure he could turn on and off like a switch. They gazed at her now with a mix of haughty anger and pleasant surprise. His smirk widened a tad. But not a true smile, Jenny noticed. He was in fight mode today- like usual.

  "You just don't know how important this stuff is. To all of us. Did you ever read the stuff i sent-"

  "Nope." Which was a lie.

  "I don't see how you can be so happy not knowing what's going on in the world. Have a little curiosity."

"Maybe we can start on with what you want for breakfast. Then we'll talk about the political beliefs of old dead white guys later." She smiled at the inside joke, knowing that later on that night they would.

  "The usual," Mark said curtly. He had wanted to enjoy a stimulating conversation with one of his favorite people. Words had always enthralled him. A way of either hugging or shoving people away. And he felt very much at that moment like he had dived for a hug and been cock punched.

"Are we still on for tonight? Been wanting to see the new Jurassic Park for a while now.” Mark had gone back to his laptop, ignoring Jenny's question so long she was afraid he wouldn't answer it.  

"Not tonight. I've got a lot going on,” Jenny heaved a sigh and spun on her heel to stomp off towards the kitchen. She didn't notice how Mark's eyes shot up the second her back was to him. No one looking at the actor would have been able to tell what he was thinking or feeling as his eyes trailed the young woman from his table to the back of the cafe. It was an ability nobody had taught him in acting class. He'd developed it naturally, having to hide his true self in a hard home life. Beneath it all, he wanted to take those defenses down. But the world could be a tough and cruel place.  That was the reason he wanted to change it so much. So it wouldn't be so cruel anymore. Like it was for the young. Like it had been for him.

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   "Oh, no you don't, you bastard," Jenny raged at her laptop screen. She wanted to throw the damn thing across her bedroom and into the wall. She'd been sitting upright on her bed, a glass of wine on her nightstand, tapping away on the keyboard for at least the past two hours. She had lured Mark out like usual with a vague question about the state of political affairs. And, like usual, he had come running. Quick with literature references and torrents on the evils of government regulation. He was being particularly grouchy tonight, though. Shooting back with one sentence and one word answers. Which he knew full well would piss her off to distraction.

  "There you go talking about my strawman again."

  Jenny bit her knuckle and howled with rage as she read Mark's latest missive, usually uttered after she had crafted a perfectly good argument. But, though she was loathe to admit it, she felt herself getting wet too. Mark had always been gentle, almost fatherly towards her. This was a different Mark. One that could be equal parts cunning, condescending when smarted off to and, when need be, harsh and cruel. He was far more exciting than every day easy going Mark. And she loved it.

  "Are we back to that again?" Jenny said as she typed away. "Am I the scarecrow and you're the tin man? Or maybe the wizard?"

   Mark promptly left the conversation. Jenny sighed. Pop culture references are usually what drove him off. Show biz was his other life and he HATED it when pretend things were brought into political debates. Which is why Jenny used them when she wanted to get off in a hurry.

  With a sigh, she drained the last of her wine and lay back in bed. Her mind went back to seeing Mark in the cafe that day. How much she loved his tousled hair and wolfish grin. And how much she wished he was here now. Tucking her in like her father use to do. But then things would change in the fantasy. He would lean in and place a kiss on her forehead. And she would tilt her head up and catch his lips in a chaste kiss. Which he would deepen, quietly whispering her name.

   The innocent fantasies soon gave way to the darker ones. Where Jenny got on top of him and rode him until she climaxed against his heaving chest. He would pinch her nipples and bite her neck, driving her orgasm deeper and deeper. Sometimes she would call him daddy and he would call her little girl. It didn't even bother her anymore. It felt natural to call him that. A name of love and protection. And that's what he made her feel. She needed that. Almost as much as she needed him.

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    Jenny didn't see Mark again until a week after his visit to the cafe. Something seemed to be up with him. She was sure of it. He hadn't texted or called as much as he usually did. And for a while she had feared that he might have fallen in love with someone. Then, out of the blue, he had asked her out to Smokey's, a neat little mom and pop establishment he knew that she loved.  She got out of school an hour early to meet up with him. As she waited for him, she played with her laptop, going over the conversation they had had the night before. Jenny smiled, crafting new arguments in her head. New ways to make Mark flabbergasted and miserable.

   "Am I interrupting something?"

  Jenny let out a muffled scream, painfully twisting her head to catch Mark gazing over her shoulder at what was onscreen. The moment realization dawned of what he was looking at was a terrible sight to behold. At first his mouth gaped open a tad, as if he was looking at something so absurd it couldn't be real. Then his eyes narrowed and the cold glint in them was as cold as any look Lucifer had given anybody on Supernatural. This was the third side of Mark. The one Jenny didn't really like and was slightly afraid of. The coldly intelligent Mark that could out think and outmaneuver you in a split second. The one who felt no remorse for doing so.

  "Mark, please"

  It was all she got out before he turned and stormed from the restaurant, nearly knocking over a waitress in his wake. She hung her face in her hands. Without knowing she was even doing it, a soft sob of pain and regret left her lips as she cried.

   Later that night, Jenny showed up at Mark's apartment door. She couldn't sleep. Not without telling him how she felt and why she had deceived him.  She'd emailed, called, texted, and tweeted him with no results. And it hurt like hell.

  "Mark. Mark. Just listen to me. I never meant to hurt you. You have to believe me."

  The door swept open. He gazed down at her with what she was sure he assumed was an unreadable expression. But, to her surprise, there was a wetness to Mark's eyes she had only seen at her fathers funeral. He had been crying for her? The realization made her feel another layer of self hate and shame. She moved past him into the apartment. He didn't try to stop her.

  "Just...Tell me why," he said, closing the door.

   She noticed his voice was a little unsteady, too. "I wanted to be closer to you. I like you. For so long." Jenny regretted the words as soon as they left her mouth. They sounded so high school. Lame. And they didn't go nearly far enough in explaining just what she felt for him. Had felt for him for a long time.

  Mark was equal parts shocked and disgusted by this. "We're not close? Everything I've done with you? For you? Tell me how it’s not enough. I want to know how I'm not enough. How this isn't enough."

  Without warning, he pulled her up tight against him. She wasn't sure why he had done it. Out of a passionate feeling for her or just to frighten her with his closeness. To intimidate her with his height and physical power. She wasn't even sure he knew. He was gazing down at her, wild eyed. His breath catching in his throat. His arms pinching her at the waist. Her breasts tingled at being up against him like this. Every part of her lighting up at being as close to him as she had imagined many times as shed reached a fevered climax in her bedroom. Thinking of him.

  "You know why," She said through gritted teeth. He was pissing her off again. Treating her like she was some sort of child who needed protection. She hated that feeling most of all. And, deep in her belly, the urge arose to smack the shit out of him.

  So she did.

  Mark pulled back from the blow so that it barely grazed his cheek. But the effect was immediate. In an instant, his mouth came down hard upon hers. His teeth bit at her lips and his tongue slid into her mouth, making her gasp. It wasn't a loving kiss. It was something dark and primal. A powerful force begging for release. She let her hands roam over his body, loving how powerful his body felt beneath her hands.  She wanted more. Needed more. Needed him inside of her like she had never needed anything in her life. Her body hurt with the feel of it.  Softly, she started whispering his name against his lips.

   Mark grabbed her by the hair, roughly pulling her head back to look her in the eyes. "What am I supposed to do with you? Just tell me. Tell me what you want. I'm tired of these fucking games you play."

  Jenny's hands trailed down the front of his pants, rubbing his swollen manhood through the fabric. He closed his eyes and sucked in his breath, instinctively bucking his hips against her. Jenny planted kisses down his chest, making her way down to kneel at his feet. She took his cock out and licked along his length, enjoying the look of rapture on his face.  Expertly, she worked up to near climax multiple times, never letting him go over. Even though he occasionally grabbed her by the head and forced his way deeper into her throat.

  With a growl, Mark lifted her up and threw her against the wall. His eyes bored holes into hers as he tore her panties off from underneath her short blue dress. "Tell me you want this," he begged. "Tell me it’s okay. I need to hear you say it."

  "Fuck me, daddy." Jenny crushed her mouth against his, writhing her wet center against his length. Mark pulled away from her, an actual grin on his face. The sight of it both amused and infuriated her. As horny as she was, she wasn't in any mood for his jokes.

  Mark cocked his head. "What did you call me?"

  "You heard me. Want me to repeat it?"

  "So, you're into that stuff?"

  Jenny moved down onto his cock, taking his whole cock into her in one thrust. "Shut up, Mark," she growled, starting a furious pace for them both. He sank into her, his face nuzzling and biting on her shoulder. His hips moving in rhythm to her own.

  "Are you my good little girl?" He asked a moment later. Jenny smiled into his shoulder, partly aroused and sort of laughing about being called a little girl at the ripe old age of twenty. But there was no denying she liked it. She could tell he knew she did, because her pussy grew wetter and clenched around him. She sank her teeth into his neck, eliciting a shocked moan from him. Making him fuck her even harder.

  "You take care of me so damn good. Ill always be your little girl."

  Again, Mark snickered at the word play. But this time it was more like the delight of someone unwrapping a present at Christmas. "I could learn to get use to this, kid."

  Jenny's reply was cut off by the sudden rush of climax cutting off any and all snappy replies. Her fingers clenched in his hair. A howl left her lips as she went over the edge, taking Mark with her. He came long and hard inside of her, the feel of it deliciously hot in her pussy. He pulled out, leaving a trail of cum running down her leg. His body held hers up against the wall. Both breathing hard into each other's necks.

  "Jenny, I have to ask you..." Mark whispered in her ear.

  "Yes?" she was all ears. She'd just fucked the man she'd been in love with for forever.  Whatever he wanted from her, Jenny was sure she could oblige.

"When are you going to read those articles I sent you about strawman?"

  Jenny narrowed her eyes, the old stubbornness and rage making her pussy hot again. "On the other side of never. Fuck you, Mark."

  He picked her up in his arms then, carrying her away to the bedroom.

  "I'm pretty sure you just did," he told her. "and don't think I'm going to be letting you off easy. You know? Someone's been a very bad girl."

[scarecrowandmrking]

Supernatural: Raise Hell

   It is said that when Lucifer created the demonic order he much considered himself a God. And as such he did take ideas from his father's creation. Such as the heavenly scribe, Metatron who sat at God's side and who always reminded Lucifer of a love starved puppy that needed a good kicking. Lucifer decided that as the new God he would have his own puppy. One that would sit beside his throne and record all the souls of the dead and the words of the seers as his father's scribe did. As well as hold the truly heinous souls of hell or those who truly displeased him.   So Lucifer stole The All book, a heavenly tome his father had created for just such a purpose, and perverted it with his own tainted grace, making it something uniquely his own. Lucifer took the book down to earth and into the garden of Eden. Where he came upon Amon, the overlooked and forgotten brother of the first man and first woman.  And he promised him great fame and fortune if he would just write his name within the book. And he promised him the love of the  woman promised to his brother Cain, a virtuous and woman named Sitri, who he wanted for himself. And so Amon became the second demon after Lillith and one of the most powerful of Lucifer's legion.   But Amon became enraged when he realized Lucifer had tricked him into a life of servitude and horrors within the deepest regions of hell. He attempted to leave the fallen angel and to take Sitri with him. But his brother's intended, to escape a fate far worse than death, took her own life to escape from him.    When Lucifer had returned to hell after becoming God in heaven, he expected to find his most loyal subject waiting there to return to his side. As much as he could feel for anyone he felt for Anon. For they were both the forgotten sons cast out by spiteful, childish fathers. And he also wanted the book that Amon held. There were things inside of it he needed the demon to translate. Prophecies concerning the return of Michael from the other world and how to rescue his son.     The archangel was shocked and enraged to find the cell in which he had placed Anon years ago was now empty. He cursed wildly, kicking the wall with his boot.    "It seems your little bird has flown the coop,"    Lucifer whirled around to find the demon Asmodeus standing just a few feet away. A group of his henchmen surrounded him. His yellow eyes burned like fire, a smile upon his scarred up face. He was wearing the white suit Lucifer remembered from when he and Castiel had last encountered the Prince of Hell.     Lucifer's eyes suddenly flashed red.     “I wouldn't do that if I were you," Asmodeus said, pulling out a crumpled piece of paper from his pocket. His eyes burned a brighter shade of gold. "I did manage to get one page of the All Book from Amon. Though, believe me he put up quite a fight. Always a feisty one, your little lap dog."    "Come on, Asmodeus, I would have let you on my lap, maybe if you asked me nicely. It's still not too late." Lucifer smirked, but his eyes never left the crumpled piece of paper in the demon's hand. The page contained God's power and a portion of his grace. Another reason he wanted to take the book back from his favorite demon. "You think you've got this all figured out, don't you? You think you can really outsmart me? Me?"    "Pretty damn."     Lucifer walked forward till he was nose to nose with his former creation. The other demons darted forward but Asmodeus gestured for them to stand back. Lucifer's hellish red staring deep into the king of hell's bright gold. "But you didn't factor on one thing, Azzy. I'm the one in control. Only me."    "As I seem to recall you said the same thing last time Amon got loose."    "This isn't like last time. You see, this time I have something he wants." **********************************************************************************    If hell was a cage full of horror and endless torment, heaven was its more beautiful twin. A place where one lived alone but in a place of endless wonder and abundance. It fulfilled ones greatest fantasies where hell fulfilled ones greatest fears. Sitri had wanted nothing more in life than to be a devoted wife and mother. So that is the life heaven made for her. Sometimes her husband was Cain. And sometimes, though she found it hard to accept this had been her desire, her husband was Amon.    But recently heaven had given her another husband. He was a beautiful creature, tall and blond where the two brothers had been shorter and darker.    Sometimes he was good to Sitri, showering her with affection and praise. And sometimes he was harsh and cruel, ravishing and hurting her in ways that both thrilled and frightened her. Indeed, sometimes it felt like her heaven had become a hell and it was the devil himself laying in her bed.    "You like it here, don't you?" Her new husband asked her one night as they lay in each others arms in bed. He had been quiet of late, sad in a way that disturbed her. Sometimes she missed Amon with his jokes and easygoing ways. And Cains fierce protectiveness and gentle teasing.   "Yes," she tells him, running her hand along his cheek. She had discovered he loved to be stroked and touched, though sometimes it became more than he could handle and he would leave. This always saddened Sitri, since she wanted to make him feel as loved as he made her feel. To share herself with him wholly and completely.   "You love me?"    "Yes," Sitri says, kissing him gently on the lips.    Sitri was not surprised when he deepened the kiss and moved to get on top of her. He always wanted her to profess her love for him before he would take her. It thrilled to hear her say it this time, too. He snapped his fingers and they were naked against each other. His body pressing into hers and making Sitri moan beneath him. He stared deeply into her eyes as he set about making her cum beneath him. He had learned a lot about what pleased her in all the time they had been together. And he used ever bit of it to leave her a sweaty, quivering mass upon the bed.    "You know who I am, don't you?" He kissed her forehead before pressing his face against hers.    Sitri nodded.    Her husband picked up his pace inside of her, her admission arousing him greatly. "Say it, Sitri. Say my name."   His eyes glowed a bright red over her.   Sitri closed her eyes, fighting to ignore the truth she had known in her heart all the times she had gone to bed with him. Had laid with him and eagerly taken his seed inside of her.    He licked her neck and let his hand wandered down to stroke her as he  thrusted deep within her.    "Lucifer," Sitri screamed as she reached a fevered peak, seeing stars as she threw her head back and clawed his broad shoulders.    Lucifer collapsed on top of her, emptying himself inside of her in several long, cool spurts. He placed his head on her chest, seeming to enjoy when she ran her hands through his hair.    "I need you to do something for me. Something vary important," Lucifer said. "For us."    "Anything for you," Anon tells him. In her heart, she hates herself and what she has become. Cain had been a righteous man, and so had Anon before his fall. But this creature who laid on top of her as a husband would was nothing but darkness itself. Was this her one true desire? Or was this not heaven at all but some dark and twisted hell that had toyed with her before showing its true face?    "I need you to find Anon and bring him to me."    Sitri balked at this. "You know what he is. You're the one who made him. How could one such as I be any match for the likes of him?"    "I can't risk making another scribe." Lucifer reaches up and cups her chin in his hands. "I'll make you as I made Lillith."    Terror flooded through Sitri in waves, threatening to consume her. "How will you do this thing?"    "Painfully and slowly," Lucifer tells her, his eyes going red again. ***********************************************************************************                                                   Austin, Texas    "I told you to turn that shit down, woman. I'm trying to run a fucking business here you bloody half wit!"    The owner of the Blue Light Inn, Lester Talbot, ran from behind the counter to run into the room adjacent to the lobby where his wife liked to sit and watch TV. He had told her multiple times she was to go upstairs to do her couch potato routine. He actually had a job to do that didn't involve who fucked who on the telly. That's what he told her anyway. Every chance he got.    "I have it turned down" Sue protested, hands already up to defend herself from the blow she knew must be coming.    Lester grabbed his wife by the head and slammed it down upon the coffee table next to the armchair she was sitting in. He was rewarded by a satisfying thunk and a high pitched squeal. Pulling back, he drug his wife to her feet and pushed her towards the door. He was going to take her upstairs for a right ass kicking, but the sound of the bell ringing in the lobby distracted him.    "Not a bloody word, cow," Lester hissed at his wife before going out to greet his new customer.    The stranger wore a wide rimmed hat and a dusty leather jacket. Dark shades hid his eyes from view. Lester felt a shiver go down his spine, imagining that he could feel the strangers eyes seeing into his soul or something. And it seemed to him that the room was several degrees colder than it had been before.    "I'd like you to give me a room, please," the man says in a deep, soothing voice.   Lester burst out laughing at this. He'd had some crazies blow threw every now and then, sure, but none had had the cashews to ask for a free room.  "Now look here, you loon, I'm not running no charity. What, you think I'm just gonna give you something for nothing?"    "Yes, as a matter of fact I do." The man reached into the pocket of his coat and pulled out an old leather bound book that looked to Lester as if it would at any moment fall apart. It was cracked and torn in places, the edges dog eared. The pages long since yellowed with age. He opened the book and laid it on the counter before Lester. A pen appeared beside it.   "Sign here, please."    "Get out of here!"    The stranger took off his shades and Lester fell back upon the counter, eyes going wide. The man's eyes were a bright and unholy blue. Not just the iris but the whole eye. It was like nothing he had ever seen before. Lester let out a high pitched scream.   "Sign."    Against his will, Lester found himself moving forward. He saw and felt himself pick up and write his name in the old book. And he was acutely aware of the agony that followed. Felt the wetness of the black slime that poured out from his burning eyes. But he was not aware of the moment when his soul became a part of the book. Only that his existence went from one of sight, touch and smell to one of nothingness and despair.   "Pleasure doing business with you," the blue eyed man replied, picking up the book and returning to his pocket before heading for the door. His gaze swept the parking lot as he put back on his shades. He took out the book, tossing it casually onto the hot asphalt. Where a large cloud of black smoke promptly engulfed the tome, covering it in ash and soot and old magic.                               When the smoke and ash had blown away a Harley Davidson stood where the book had been. Amon had manipulated the book so that the damned souls of his favorite hostages and stories of hell were painted on the sides of the Harley.  Always gave him a chuckle when people complimented his ride, unaware that the people they were looking at were very much real. And the terror etched on their screaming faces was no fantasy.

[scarecrowandmrking]

Being Human: Price To Pay

  I could smell the couple about a block away. The woman was a bleach blond and a heavy smoker wearing a god awful cheap perfume.The man was wearing a leather vest and boots, and was covered in the reek of having worked in a garage all day, a liberal layer of grease beneath his fingernails. Both were three sheets to the wind. But, unlike the woman, I alone knew the man's true intent on getting her into the dark ally. I had been watching this one for a while, watching him ply his trade. He was a good predator. But I was a better one.     "Hey, baby, lets go down here."  The man, a tall bald headed guy in his early fifties, takes the wobbling chick by the arm and leads her down to a spot behind a bunch of dumpsters. I crouch in the shadows of the building overhead. Waiting for an available opening when his attention his diverted.     "I'm cold," The woman whines, shivering in the tiny tank top she was wearing. Up close I could see she was a young one. Maybe 18 at the most.    "Don't worry, baby," the man says, pulling the girl into his arms. "That won't matter where you're going."     I chose that moment to jump down from the ledge and land with cat like grace right behind the mechanic in the leather jacket and boots. He had just enough time to make a stupid grunting noise as I sank my fangs into throat and started killing him in long, quick swallows. I never drug out a kill. It sexually got me off too much and the last thing I wanted was to be rubbing my wet pussy against the filth I killed every night.     When I was done I threw the man's corpse to the ground and looked up at the terrorified teen, who was looking at me with a totally ridiculous look of horror on her face.   "What...are..you?"    "Vampire. Killer. Dead. Wearer of sensible shoes. Take your pick," I told her, licking the blood off me lips. "Oh, and another thing, the next time a stranger tries to lure you down a dark alley, do me a favor and just say no. Dumb ass."     "Screw you!" The girl whirled around and ran back down the ally.    "You're welcome," I called after her.     "I think she has the right Idea," a voice said from the shadows behind me.     I rolled my eyes. "Never gonna happen, Marcus. You can just keep dreaming, though."    Bishops right hand man slunk out of the darkness like a creature from a Bram Stoker novel. The dude wasn't ugly by any means, but certainly not my type. And he was always following after Bishop in a way that creeped me out. Though I understood the connection between sire and offspring was a strong one. The lead vamp had made me, after all. And the connection between us was often more than I could bare.     "Well, you did let Aiden and Bishop have a taste." Marcus got up super close to me, attempting to either seduce or intimidate, but I wouldn't give him the satisfaction of pulling away. Even if he did need a tic tac. "But I'm not here for that. Bishop wants to see you."     "Well, I don't want to see him. And you can tell him that."     "You know I can't come back empty handed."     "Too fucking bad."     I never even saw Marcus throw the punch that knocked me flat on my ass. That's how fucking fast he was about it. **********************************************************************************     I awoke chained to the wall and laying on a mattress on the floor. This was the place Bishop had first brought me to after he had turned me. He had explained that the process of learning to control one's desires could be difficult and he couldn't have a young vampire running about bringing attention to everyone. So he'd chained me up and brought me humans to feed off of. I had refused them all and almost starved to death before Bishop had given me vamps to feed from instead. In my hunger, even Marcus had been acceptable. And I had chosen to ignore how he had rubbed himself against me until he came. All the while Bishop had watched from the shadows, enjoying seeing me sink to such a level. The experience was the reason I had run away in the first place.    "The prodigal one returns."     I glanced up to find Bishop standing over me, his cop uniform still on instead of the clothes he wore when he was running his funeral home. I was shocked I hadn't noticed him here before. Come to think of it, nothing felt quite right at the moment...     "Juniper, love. Don't try to fight it." Bishop got down on one knee in front of me. He pressed his forehead against mine. "You've been here for two weeks. Few feedings. Some injections of Juniper and a few other little things to keep you sedated."    "Why?"     Bishop smiled, a sly, wicked sort of grin that sent chills down my spine. "You hurt me deeply when you ran away. I don't like being abandoned. You think there wouldn't be a price to pay?"     Blood. I needed to feed so that I could get strong enough to get out of here before Bishop enacted whatever crazy revenge he had planned for me. I had seen Bishop's idea of justice first hand and I decided then and there that even seducing Marcus so I could escape was a far less cruel fate.     I kissed Bishop's neck, surprised when I felt myself growing wet. Even though I hated myself for it I still missed the blond haired alpha vampire. Missed being lovingly pounded into the bed or wall until I came screaming his name. I still wanted him. Even after everything that had happened.     Bishop pulled me into a tight embrace, his mouth hungrily devouring mine. The effects of the juniper vanished in an instant as I tangled my hands in his soft hair, pulling him harder down on me. He tasted of stale police station coffee and blood and I couldn't get enough of it. This was my Bishop. Terrible and flawed but still completely mine. I wanted to hold him close and protect him from the world. Even though I understood at the same time that it was I who needed protection from him.    I spread my legs and Bishop pulled me up onto his lap.    "I missed you," he tells me, taking my chin in his hands and forcing me to look at him. Tears were in his beautiful blue yes. "I missed us. Why do you hurt me so?"     I kissed him on the forehead and held him close, letting his shudders subside before I started rubbing myself against him, getting him worked up again. To my suprise, Bishop bit his wrist in one fast, savage movement, offering me a taste of him.     With a moan of lust and hunger, I lowered my head and drank at the same moment Bishops cock sank into my pussy, filling me up to the brink. I rode his cock fast and hard as I drank from him, the combined sensations making him cry out beneath me. I had never seen the tall, powerful vampire lose control. But I did that night.    "Yes. Yes. That's it, my girl. My beautiful  girl." Bishop flung me back against the mattress. We were soon naked, him encouraging me to bite and drink from him all over his body. Until we were both covered in his blood, which he licked off both of us as he fucked me.    "I love you. I love you," I found myself saying against his neck as another climax overtook me. Bishop thrusted harder, bringing the orgasm to new heights inside of me.     "Tell me again," he commands. "Tell me how much you love me. That you never want to leave me again."    "I love you, Bishop. And I never want to leave you."    Bishop threw his head back and cried my name.

[scarecrowandmrking]

I've Never Been To Me

  I've always been stupid about what I thought my life was about. When I was a teenager I missed out on fun and dating because I thought acting classes and dancing was what it was all about. When I was in my twenties I missed out on marrying young or having kids young because I thought my acting career was what it was all about. I seldom made time for family, friends or any damn one. And I felt that my life was complete without all the added complication of people and their bullshit. There were places I wanted to go and things I wanted to see. Why would I ever want to fuck all that up?     Yet here I was at the  age of 45 staring at a positive pregnancy test and realizing I didn't know shit about life at all. Its not like it is in the movies where the stunning female actress finds out she's expecting and her and the equally sexy as hell actor work out their differences and fall into each others arms. First off, how fucking not sexy is being pregnant? I woke up every morning with so much bloat I felt like at any moment I just fly away. And my stomach kept making these horrid as shit noises like I was the host for some sort of alien life form that might burst through my stomach at any given moment. Not to mention the rather lovely blue vein looking things that grow on the sides on your tits that no one feels the need to ever tell you about. Lovely. Just lovely.     As for the expected father that was another kettle of fish. I had been friends with actor Mark Pellegrino for a long time. We had studied acting together and had done a few projects here and there. I had always thought he was a talented, attractive as all hell kind of guy. But had lacked the courage to ever do anything about it. But on my forty fifth birthday we had gone out together to celebrate. Then things had gone back to my apartment. One thing led to another and I had ended up getting a good long fuck up against the wall. Then another in the bed. Mark proved to be an insatiable and passionate partner. Easily the best I had ever had.  And I still thought about him endlessly and wandered where he was now and what he was doing.     I stared at the fifth pregnancy test I had taken that week. Why did I keep taking these things when a blood test had already told me I was pregnant? I don't know. Maybe its just a right of passage and all pregnant women do it. I understood that some pregnancies miscarry and I guess I just had to reassure myself constantly that this baby thing was still going on. That it wasn't a little dream that had been snatched away from me sometime in the night.     I was ignoring Mark right now. He knew about the baby because I had called him at three in the morning and left a message on his phone about it like a total asshole. I had no idea how the hell he would react to the idea of being a father. I wasn't even sure how I felt about being a mother. Not joy exactly. More like absolute terror and worries about being too old and tired for what was coming. I wasn't twenty anymore. And I worried that Mark felt the same way I did. Plus any added anger about how I had delivered the news.    I had just thrown the pregnancy test away when I got a knock on the door. I was expecting my assistant, Beth back any minute with some coffee and bagels from the bakery I liked down the road so I had left the door unlocked.     "Come in," I shouted, fiddling with the TV remote and looking for a movie to watch on Netflix.     "Thought you might want to see me," A decidedly male voice said over my shoulder.     I whipped my head around in a decidedly unsexy motion to find Mark striding past me with a bag of freshly made breakfast and a cup of coffee in his hand.     "Hope you're not too hard on Beth. She actually seems kinda scared of you. Which is odd because that doesn't seem like the Beth I know."    Did I mention the horrific mood swings of pregnancy yet? How you can go from loving someone to death to in the next moment plotting their immediate demise with the closest pointy object?     I wish this is the point of the story where I could tell you that I ran into Mark's arms and we held each other and planned a new life for us and our child. But that's something that happens in fairy tales. And life is no children's story. No, this is the part where I broke down into a fit of ugly crying while Mark gently patted me on the back like he was comforting a crazy woman. Which, at this point, he was. Just yesterday I had broken down over a TV commercial featuring a small child holding a cat. And I was pretty sure my face would never return back to its normal shape ever again.     Mark's silence disturbed me and I looked up to find that he was gazing at some spot over my shoulder. He seemed a million miles away from here and I was suddenly curious as hell about why he was here. But I felt I owed him an apology, too.   "I'm sorry about ignoring you. A lot...going on with me."    Mark pulled me into his arms then. But his eyes maintained a coldness that hinted at just how unhappy with me he was at that moment. "It was quite a message to wake up to," he tells me. "And not a mature thing to do. If this works out between us on any level you're going to have to be able to show me respect. That's what I do with you. With anyone."    I started sobbing at that point. Mark rubs my back and shoulders while I ride the emotions through. It felt so good to be touched after such a long period of feeling ugly as hell and undesirable. His hands were so big and warm on my bare skin. I moaned softly, snuggling deeper against him. I felt a deep need threaten to consume me as I clung onto him. It wasn't just a physical need like the one that had resulted in the life growing inside of me. But something that seemed to tug at the depths of my soul. A hunger for life. Not just the one inside of me but for my own and the child's and Mark's. I felt so much more aware of life now that I carried one inside of me. And I wanted so much more out of life now than I ever had before.     "I missed you," Mark says, pressing his forehead against mine. "I wondered what I had done to piss you off. Or maybe push you away. I just want you to be honest with me. I would never hurt you. So please don't hurt me."    He pressed his lips gently to mine. I think he'd intended it to be a chaste gesture but I threaded my fingers through his hair and deepened it, delving my tongue into his mouth. I heard a groan leave him as his hands cupped my swollen breasts, carefully weighing each one before he lightly pinched my nipples in between his fingertips.    "You're so beautiful. So perfect," he tells me, kissing my collar bone and tossing my now empty robe to the floor. "I need you so much it hurts."    I shoved his fingers deep inside of my pussy, pleased at the shudder that went through him at discovering how hot and wet I was. Plus side of being preggo, I may be hungry and somewhat homicidal most of the time, but my pussy was always hot as hell and hungry for dick. And I hadn't gotten laid since the one and only time Mark and I fucked, so this was long overdue.    I started dragging Mark towards the bedroom.   "I don't want to hurt you. Or the bab--"    I pushed him down onto the bed and climbed on top of him. He lifts himself up to kiss and stroke my body greedily, loving every inch of skin he could reach. I could tell he wanted to do foreplay. That he wanted to make this as good for me as he possibly could. But I was too fucking horny for all that. So I started fiddling with Mark's belt impatiently.    Once I had the belt in my hands I threw it to the floor and pulled Mark's pants down to his thick, heavy cock popped free. I tormented him a little rubbing his cock against my warm slit before plunging him in to the hilt. Mark threw his head back and gritted his teeth, a low fuck leaving his lips.    "Fuck, yes," I cried as I rode him. "Fuck me. Fuck me. Yes."    Mark squeezed and sucked my tits as I tangled my hands in his soft blond hair. Every part of me felt alive. I felt like some sort of female bitch in heat being serviced by her alpha mate. I needed it faster, harder. I wanted to be consumed. And I let out a feral growl as Mark flipped me onto my back and fucked me so hard I thought the bed would break.     "This is what you really want, isn't it," he asks me. "Is this what you lay here and think about? Do you touch yourself and think of me?"    "Yes."     "Do it for me. Show me how you touch yourself."  He slowed down fucking me and let me stroke my clit as he slowly thrusted in and out of me.    "Make yourself cum for me. I want to see it."     I looked down at the site of Mark's cock stretching my pussy wide. How good it looked and felt to be his little bitch. I felt the pull of an orgasm building inside of me, so strong it frightened me a little. I had jerked off since getting pregnant and the orgasms had felt deeper, more intense somehow. And I knew this one would be mind blowing.    "Good girl. That's it. Cum for me. I can feel you're almost there. Just a little further." He fucked me a little harder, urging me on.     I threw my head back and screamed his name as the climax took me over completely. "Fuck. Fuck. Fuck. Fuck."     I was only partly aware of Mark reaching his own peak. His cursing was a lot softer than mine. His face was pressed tightly against my neck.      I held him tightly to my chest as his body spasmed against mine. Mark was a wild but gentle lover, enjoying the afterglow almost as much as the act itself. He loved to be cuddled and kissed as he came down from his high.    "I love you," Mark says, moving onto his back and pulling me against him.     "I love you, too."  

[scarecrowandmrking]

Keep Calm And Carry On

   I first met Mark Pellegrino when I was guest starring as an inter dimensional being on Supernatural. My first impression of him was that he was a quiet, rather intimidating man but nice once he got to trust you and opened up some. We enjoyed a lot of the same music and I'd been to a couple of his teaching workshops at Playhouse West. But I quickly discovered that our politics were polar opposites, I was strongly socialist and he was cofounder of the American Capitalist Party. Our twitter battles were rather infamous in the Supernatural fandom. Neither one of us wanting to admit defeat.     After a while our arguments began to take on more of an edge. We knew each other on a personal level so feelings began to enter into it. Which was both a good and a bad thing. I took a couple of weeks away from social media. Away from Mark.      I sat on the couch of my penthouse apartment, watching the newest Jurassic Park movie. Mark had been leaving me messages on DMs. And adding me in tweets designed to lure me out into the open. And I was ignoring all of it. Not done making him suffer for his last part in our conversation. For daring to imply I had a shaky gun hand when the man had never even seen me shoot.      There was a knock on the door.     "Go away!"     The knocking continued.     "Fuck off. I don't want company."     More knocking.     I cursed and sprang to my feet. All my friends knew I was taking some time off so whoever this was couldn't be anyone Id fucking care to see. I flung the door open, more curses on my lips--     I had a split second to realize that Mark as standing on the other side of the door before he wrapped me up in his arms and threw the door shut behind us. His lips hungrily devoured my own, sending a wave of shock through my entire body as I realized in an instant that we were now making out and his cock was already hard and pressing into the thin fabric of my silk robe. His hand tangled in my hair and roughly pulled my head back so I would have to meet his gaze.    "You've been ignoring me, uh?" His voice was harsh and demanding. "You think that's a really mature thing to do?" His hand was gently stroking my face, betraying the severity of his words.    "Maybe I don't like you," I tell him, pulling away from his kisses. "Ever think of that?"    Mark's hand drifted under my robe to the naked skin beneath. I was soaking wet and hot beneath his fingers. He moaned and kissed my forehead, vigorously rubbing my clit in a circular motion that makes me cry out and writhe against him.    "I think you like me a lot," he whispers in my ear. "I missed you. I want things to be the way they were between us. How could you be mad at me when you love this as much as I do. You need this as much as I do." He pushes me up against the wall and sinks to his knees in front of me.     "Let me show you how good this can be. How hard I can make you cum."     I moaned as he spread my legs and started licking my wet slit. His tongue was wide and clever, followed by his long fingers eagerly pumping in and out of my tight pussy. I moaned his name over and over as I felt an orgasm working up inside of me. I wanted to cum on his wonderful tongue. He looked up at me as he licked and sucked my clit, the sight of his blue eyes staring into mine the last thing I saw before my eyes closed and I came.     I was shaky and weak from how hard I orgasmed. I felt Mark's arms go around me again and he picks me up to take me into the bedroom, throwing me down onto the bed.     "Are we going to keep playing our childish games," he asks me as he takes off his clothes. I bit my lip as his huge cock sprang free of his jeans.    "Maybe. I haven't decided if I'm going to keep you or not."     Mark laughed. "Oh, OK. Looks like well just have to work on that, wont we? If you've got the cashews to try."     "I think you could convince me, sir."   �� "You're a good egg."     Mark climbed on top of me, stopping to take me face in his hands and lovingly kiss me long and deep. I could feel that he cares for me and this wasn't just a casual fuck for him. He wanted to love me and to feel that I loved him. The look he gave me as his cock sank into me was intense and affectionate, moans intermingled with his kisses. I wrapped my legs around his hips, moving with him on his thrusts. I licked and nipped his neck, stroking his soft blond hair as he fucked my wet pussy and brought me to another climax.     A couple deep thrusts after. I came on his cock brought Mark to his own peak. He closed his eyes and buried his face in my neck as he spilled himself in several long hot spurts. I moaned at the sensation of being filled to the brim. Fuck, this was better than anything I'd ever imagined it to be.    "Have you decided whether you like me or not?" Mark asked later as I laid in his arms.     "You're not bad for a capitalist," I told him. I kissed him on the shoulder.     "You haven't even heard me best argument yet," he says, moving to lay on top of me again.