#outlander rpf

[liusaidh-writing]

The Afterparty 

- a short post-BAFTA fic featuring our very own Sam and Caitriona. This is an RPF fic, and it includes some sexual content. If this makes you uncomfortable, please scroll on by. This is meant to be for fun, and nothing else at all! 

All the praise for this should be diverted to @zeya-zg because although I wrote a bit here and there, she did the bulk of the work! Hope you enjoy it! 

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She meandered toward the open bar, ready to get herself a drink, when an arm snaked around her left shoulder, its hand holding a drink in front of her face.

"Got you one already," a voice said into her ear. It was annoyingly alluring, and as she took the drink, she was pulled into someone's chest.

Of course, the embrace didn't last long; it couldn't. They did this song and dance over the years so many times, it almost became a spontaneous reaction of theirs and she hated it. She pulled away and turned around, nearly forgetting herself and leaning in to plant a kiss on Sam's mouth. Instead, she merely laughed, then took a sip of the drink.

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[proshippers-against-censorship]

yaelokre's stance about "this is me and my children" does exactly nothing to me, because I was around when Diana Gabaldon (of Outlander fame) said that fanfic was like reading a letter about her daughter fucking her 50yo neighbor. This "these are my children or based off aspects of me so it's gross to write porn of them" is not new rhetoric, and it was already dumb a decade ago. The magic of art is that you can create whole worlds in other people's minds. But once you put that world in the other person's mind, you lose the totality of control bc you literally are trying to stop thought crime.

it's perfectly reasonable to not want to see it (and threatening to send it to them or write rpf or w/ev is shitty af) but the response should be to tell your audience "stop sending me this stuff, it's gross and makes me feel gross" not "send it to me more so my team can get rid of it". Why are we accepting this fucking snitch culture?! Why scold artists for making sexy artwork instead of the people intentionally showing it to the original performer in order to make the artist uncomfortable enough to try and get rid of it?

Also, it really says something about the culture of fandom that writing music where your "children" sing about dead babies is fine, but consensual sex between characters who don't even have faces, much less real ages is B A D

This. This. This. This.

Summed up the spite everyone has with Yaelokre nice and well here.

I encourage everybody upset that people are protesting the situation to read this.

[madlori]

Can I ask you what you feel/think about real person shipping? And if you know anything about it, kpop shipping? Thank you! I appreciate your experience and knowledge about fandom spaces <3

I think RPF has been a cornerstone of fan experience since there was such a thing as fan experience. People have been speculating/writing about the fictionalized lives of public figures since...well, they were probably writing fic about Plato, is my guess.

Two huge fandom genres are bandoms and sports fandom, and there's nothing BUT RPF in those. There are also some fandoms that just lend themselves more to RPF, or where the fandom vibe has leaned that way (LotR and Outlander, for example).

Now. Writing/discussing RPF is one thing. Allowing it to impact the actors in question is quite another. A good faith effort should be made to insulate RPF from the people being written about (not tagging them, for starters). The Outlander fandom has grossly failed at this, with the actors having to address the issue repeatedly (also William Shatner has somehow gotten involved in that discourse, but that's another story). That's not ok. Like anything else, there's nuance and context. Sharing your fic with your friends or fandom is one thing. Berating the real people involved and attacking their actual family members is quite another.

[runa-falls]

recent reads - july '23

if you enjoy these fics make sure to reblog and comment to show your support for the writers!

(*) nsfw (**) dark (~) angst (^) fluff

series - [read a lot more this month bc of travel!]

poe dameron

alabanza*^~ - @brandyllyn [ao3]

��A mis-delivered message causes You and Poe Dameron to become anonymous penpals. But falling for each other via letter while at the same time falling for each other in the real world leads to more than its fair share of complications.”

din djarin

miscommunication*^~ - @ezrasbirdie [ao3]

“When the Mandalorian brings you aboard his ship to care for and protect his son when he’s away, neither of you is what the other expected. You’re both exceptionally bad at reading each other, and you’re afraid of what might happen when your past inevitably catches up to you.”

henry cavill 

crystal ship* (RPF - mafia AU) - @littlefreya

“Henry is the most dangerous crime lord in England, he has everything he wants and women throw themselves at his feet, but what really gets him off is what’s hard to get.”

(i usually never read rpf but littlefreya can make me read ANYTHING)

geralt z rivii

outlander*^~ - @leva [ao3]

“The witcher universe was cruel and unforgiving. You couldn’t imagine lasting a day in it yet here you were. It wasn’t all bad, the food was decent, some folk were nice and you even had your very own mutant bodyguard to boot. Not to mention Jaskier being your personal radio station on the road.”

kylo ren

cruel world*^~- @worm_girl [ao3]

"When Professor Ren moves in next door to your sorority house and you become one of his students, it is impossible for the two of you to ignore the pull you have to each other.”

[not reader-insert:]

reylo (my comfort ship)

all our days*^~ - @voicedimplosives [ao3]

"I can listen no longer in silence." The hologram projection of his strangely handsome face is cobalt blue, flickering, and full of static. "I must speak to you, Rey. You… you pierce my soul. I am half agony, half hope. Tell me that I am not too late.” 

bamon (TVD) (my other comfort ship)

spellbound*^~ - @ladyloec

“An AU of Bonnie and Damon in the Prison World, without Kai, but with a problematic blood shortage that leads to our favourite judgy witch and snarky vampire getting closer than anyone anticipated.”

one-shots (all are reader-inserts!)

moon boys

satisfactory pt.1 + pt.2* (pornstar!jake) - @whatthefish

weightless~ (steven angst) - @m00nsbaby

call me* (feral!steven) - @writefightandflightclub

acts of service^ (marc fluff) - @ivystoryweaver

nice job!*^ (sub!steven fluff) - @romanarose

nathan bateman

indulge me* - @leoluved

poe dameron

wasted on you*^ - @campingwiththecharmings

blue jones

a long night** - @melodygatesauthor

beg** - @“”

santiago garcia

just friends pt.1* and pt.2*~ - @campingwiththecharmings

say my name*~ - @writefightandflightclub

threesome: santi x reader x frankie* - @youvebeenlivingfictional

a midnight picnic - @sweetly-yours-and-mine

miguel o’hara

rendezvous* - @campingwiththecharmings (i’m so sorry i’m tagging u so much lmfao)

stitches and claws* - @astroboots halo* - @missdictatorme

surrender* - @romanarose

llewyn davis

anchor* - @bits-and-babs

ezra prospect

darkness* - @ezrasbirdie

joel miller

what comes after*~ - @softlyspector

frank castle

all up in smoke^ - @saintmurd0ck

raymond smith + tangerine x reader

who you belong to*~ - @youvebeenlivingfictional

[pynkhues]

https://www.tumblr.com/pynkhues/766885091552247808/some-people-on-twt-are-saying-that-the-kiss-under?source=share

I was really frustrated when anyone who pointed the things you said out, was met with the typical 'you are no fun' or 'stop acting smart and ruining our fun' like?? And let's be real none of them are thinking about all the hard work people behind the scenes are doing, they really just wanna spread misinformation. It's a bit annoying when almost every thought about the show becomes about a rpf ship

Yeah, I mean, it's incredibly scary how thin the line between fantasy and reality has become broadly in society, and in a lot of ways, online fan spaces have become a microcosm of that. Like, gosh, just look at the poor Outlander actors who've been going through all of this for years now with a fandom even more intense than this one.

It's such a shift in fandom generally too, because not to be all 'back in my day', but, y'know, back in my day (I say at the ripe age of 34, haha), nothing had to be real? The fantasy was the point - it's why there were so many fandom crossover fics or shipping between characters who'd never even shared a moment of screentime together - which I think really contributed to a sense of fun and play which, y'know, is what fandom should be. The fact now that there are stan wars over things being canon and the hounding of writers and actors off social media and that trickling down to actively wanting the actors to be having an affair - one of whom has two very tiny children! - is just really A Lot to me.

Have fun with it, sure, but there are real people involved here. Like I said yesterday, the emphasis needs to be on the F of RPF, not the RP, and as always, I am begging for the return of the fourth wall.

[adarafaelbarba]

BINGO TIME!!!

As I’m turning 30 in February, I wanted to host a bingo for you all! ❤️ I’ve made a board that has songs, specific smut and others that can be fluff, spice, scary, hurt/comfort, anything in between. 

So…from February 1st  and until midnight on February 28th you can submit your entries. It can be short stories, long stories, headcanons, fanart, moodboards, does not matter 😌

All I ask is that you follow some ground rules:

1. No relationship between a minor and a grownup (only familiar connections like parents/children)

2. No RPF (real person fics)

3. Tag your warnings at the top! And anything with heavy warnings should always be put under “read more”

4. Tag it: #adarafaelbarbabdaybingo

5. All works over 500 words must be put under read more.

6. If you submit fanart/moodboards and they’re graphic, put it under read more

7. Tag me in every entry.

8. One entry per day 

Any fandoms are allowed! As long as you follow the rules 🥰

But some fandom suggestions are:

- Law and Order SVU/OG/OC

- A Discovery of Witches

- Kingsman

- Outlander

- Marvel Cinnematic Universe

- 911 / 911 Lone Star

- Mayans MC / Sons of Anarchy

- Fantastic Beasts and Where to Find Them

- Harry Potter (no professor/student fics! And keep it legal)

- Chicago Med/Fire/PD

- Narcos

- Greys Anatomy

- Disney (again keep it legal)

- Game of Thrones

- Robin Hood (bbc)

- Sherlock (bbc)

- Merlin (bbc)

- Doctor Who

- Once Upon a Time

Let me know if there’s anything! ❤️

[chocolatepot]

Idk, I feel like RPF is more respectful when the person is dead like everyone's been dead for years or centuries, it's fine.

a) There's plenty of fiction out there now about real people who are not dead, actually - just off the top of my head, The Crown, House of Gucci, and I, Tonya are pretty big-deal recent works of fiction that use living people as characters, and none of them got any significant backlash from the apparently more-than-half of Tumblr that thinks it's immoral to write fiction about real people.

b) TBH, I've said nothing about respectfulness, because I don't think RPF is that respectful! But lots of what fandom does is not respectful. Fandom turns lusting for a celebrity into a public activity. People hold actors/musicians to very high standards and then excoriate them when they fail. It's all too common for actors' SOs, especially male actors' wives, to be talked about nastily by fandom. And then there's the tinhatting of people like the SPN guys and the leads from Outlander. A lot of this could be considered even less respectful than quite a lot of RPF out there. A desire to be respectful can definitely be a guide to which activities you personally choose to engage in, but none of these others seem to get the same level of excoriation as RPF.

[ofthedirewolves]

Hi! I saw your post for commissions. What fandoms do you create for?

Hello .. I might be forgetting some but here’s a mostly full list (also let me know if there’s a fandom you’re interested and not on the list bc I might be forgetting it) (only thing I don’t really do is a/b/o and rpf)

Games: Uncharted, Hades, Pokemon

ASOIAF, Game of Thrones, Lucifer, the Sandman, Good Omens, Top Gun Maverick, Teen Wolf, once upon a time (I do have some notps so check first), Doctor Who, Broadchurch, Queliot, Merlin (tv show), Ted Lasso, Silo, Klaroline, Stranger Things (just no Will stuff or Murray), Ready or Not, Kathony (Bridgerton), Justified, Any Star Wars* (just no Reylo), One tree hill, Heroes, Gilmore Girls, fast and furious, Black Sails, IT/IT Ch 2, Alice (Syfy), Wynonna Earp, Gossip Girl (Just Dair or Blair), The Witcher, Bellarke, dimension 20, critical role c1 (bc it’s the one I’m watching), White Collar, Supernatural, Veronica Mars (original series), Friday Night Lights, Leverage, Haven, X Men, Greek Mythology, Runaways, The Royals, Marvelous Mrs Maisel, Pirates of the Caribbean (just no D*pp please), the Mummy, Count of Monte Cristo, She-Ra

(*Admittedly I don’t really know Rebels)

Not really my fandom but I know enough; Grisha Verse, MCU, Star Trek, Hazbin Hotel, Hunger Games, Craig Bond, inception, Percy Jackson, Outlander, elementary, Timeless, DCTV

[czargasm]

I guess I’ll take this opportunity to promote something most of you haven’t seen before. This was my first fic in this fandom. It’s a time travel AU in the vein of Outlander, but backwards: George is from the 1700s and shows up on Dream’s doorstep on one night in 2024. There’s some internalized homophobia and religious trauma to work through, but I promise a happy ending. Mind the explicit rating and the tags.

Him Whom My Soul Loves

What if I declare it fic sharing amnesty day and if you have a fic you didn't think got enough attention and you want to share again, you can do so now because I'm literally asking you to? Like for whatever fandom.

[brunita78]

Chapters: 42/? Fandom: Outlander (TV) RPF Rating: Mature Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings Relationships: Caitriona Balfe/Sam Heughan, Caitriona Balfe & Sam Heughan Characters: Sam Heughan, Caitriona Balfe, Duncan Lacroix, Laura Donnelly, Graham McTavish, Wendy Kemp Forbes, Anita Anderson, Anna Foerster, Tobias Menzies, Grant O'Rourke, Stephen Walters, Steven Cree, Nell Hudson, Lotte Verbeek, Finn Den Hertog, Gary Lewis, Ron D. Moore, Maril Davis, Matthew B. Roberts, Anne Kenney, Terry Dresbach, Andy Finnie, David Hollywood, Karolina Wydra Additional Tags: Fanfiction, My First Fanfic, True Love, Slow Burn, Slow Build, Work In Progress, My First Work in This Fandom, Meant To Be, Strangers to Lovers, To Be Continued, Ratings: R, Smut, Fluff and Smut, Shameless Smut Summary:

NEXT CHAPTER IS FINALLY UP!!! CHAPTER 42! If you love reading SC fic's, this one might tickle your fancy. This is Sam and Cait's story, from the audition until... well, I have a lot of ground to cover. It's a slow burn and I promise a lot of chapters so if you are a shipper/believer or you just love them and think they are too cute together, you might wanna peak in here. English is not my native language so bare with me. I would love to see your comments, kudos or questions so feel free to inbox me and I'll do my best to answer to everyone. Just sharing is also an option. 😊😉 Hope you'll enjoy it as much as I'm enjoying writing about our Heughans. ❤ WARNING: This is my first fanfic ever. I am a shipper and a believer so if this is not your "thing" please be kind and just scroll over. I have no inside information nor do I live anywhere near Sam and Cait. I know nothing. :) ;) SPECIAL THANKS to my beta and friend - @liusaidh-writing for giving me advice and support (huge fan of yours ❤) and for being my muse. Couldn't do this without you, Liu ❤ (also check her out - she writes amazing Jamie & Claire fics 💙)

[pynkhues]

I KNOW like yes I am respectful of these real-life men and their relationships and I do not know them and I enjoy their friendship in a respectful way etc., but also THIS IS SO RIPE FOR SOME AMAZING FICS WHY ARE FIC WRITERS NOT GIVING ME WHAT I NEED. WRITE IT UNDER ANONS OR OTHER NAMES IF YOU WANT. EMBRACE WHAT YOU ARE. They're so sweet and beautiful and so affectionate with each other, and I just want to read more of that in fictional romantic/sexy contexts.

(...would you ever be willing to write something in that vein, mayhaps....?)

I mean, yeah! Like the emphasis on RPF should always be on the F for Fiction rather than the RP for Real Person, but I do find it suuuper interesting that it's become relatively taboo in recent years.

I do think a big part of that comes down to social media and parasocial dynamics, and incredibly inappropriate behaviour from certain fanbases (the Outlander one in particular springs to mind), but at the same time, I do think it's interesting too in the sense that people talk about RPF as a very specific fandom thing when RPF has arguably always existed in the mainstream. Like, you could literally argue that half of Shakespeare's plays are basically Royalty RPF. We as people get invested in other people and dynamics, and that can and does function as a catalyst for creativity. I personally think that's something that can be great, with the stipulation that boundaries are enforced.

[procrastinatingfeminist]

It is hilarious to think about Hamilton, my most beloved musical, in terms of RPF, but really, the logic of the argument is sound. Of course, people usually think of anything containing real people and sexytimes as of having cooties, but people think that of slash, too, and it doesn't make it any less stupid. (Imagine Outlander being described in fanfic tags *snorfle* - RPF, with a Mary Sue heroine, AU time travel, het).

I'm not into rpf but something made me wonder. One of my favorite animated movies is Anastasia and I also did enjoy watching The Greatest Showman. Both of those is centered around a character based off of someone who lived many years ago although the movies are more fantastic/exaggerated in nature so they're not exactly who they were based off anymore (especially Anastasia since the real one passed away as a child). Are the movies considered, even in a way, a real person fiction?

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People who think RPF has cooties try to deny it, but yes, all historical fiction that contains real people is essentially RPF.

[bee-kathony]

The Reckoning | Sam & Caitriona - One Shot 

Sam and Caitriona have months of sexual tension built up between them and then the day comes... the day they film their first sex scene for the show. “The Reckoning” is more than just an episode for them -- it’s time for everything to come out into the open. What really happened behind the scenes while filming this episode? NSFW xx

She was in their trailer, hands sweating and heart pounding. Today was the day they’d both been waiting for for months — the filming of their first love scene. Of course, they’d rehearsed and blocked the scene, they were ready. But, nothing would prepare them for the actual moment.

Caitriona had never filmed a love scene quite like this. She had been partially nude in her love scene with Tobias for the first episode, but it was all so technical and with Tobias it was work — strictly professional.

Sam had just gone to get them coffee before they were called to set, so she was sitting alone in their trailer, waiting for him to come back. She didn’t mind having to share a trailer with him, it made things more fun.

Like the time they had come back after a long afternoon of riding and fallen asleep sitting next to each other. Caitriona had woken up with her head resting in Sam’s lap, having no idea how she got there. When she’d moved to sit up, her hand pressed close to Sam’s crotch and he groaned involuntarily. There was no hiding his obvious arousal and Caitriona apologized profusely.

The sexual tension between them was there. Anyone with half a brain could sense it. But they hadn’t acted on it. Not yet at least, not even a kiss. There had been many times Caitriona had wanted to kiss Sam and just get it over with. They were doing things out of order and so this love scene they would film this week was technically after the big wedding episode. Episode number nine, “The Reckoning”.

Maybe if Caitriona and Sam had just slept together already, she wouldn’t be so nervous. Nervous for him to see her and for him to feel and kiss her body. It wouldn’t be the first time Caitriona had been naked in a room full of people, however — her model days had made her comfortable with that at least.

It was the actual acting out a love scene that made her brow slick and her stomach quiver. Not only that, but that it was Sam on the receiving end. Someone she had grown close to over the past months and considered a good friend.

She wasn’t oblivious to the way Sam felt about her. Caitriona had caught him looking at her on multiple occasions, and she knew he had a soft spot for her. He was always volunteering to get her coffee like today, or rub her feet after a long day of walking and hiking up hills to get to location.

Caitriona would be lying if she didn’t admit she had a soft spot for him too. He was kind, generous and incredibly attractive. She had first hand experience with him in the kilt, and she was actually shocked to find out what Scotsmen wore under their kilts — or lack thereof.

It had been a long day of horse riding, and their mares weren’t cooperating. They’d done the same scene over and over again, and Caitriona was growing restless, wanting to plant her feet on solid ground. As the director called cut for a twenty minute break to let the horses rest, she had waited for someone to come and help her off the horse.

Sam swung down, throwing one leg over the other and his kilt had caught between his thighs, rucking up just enough for Caitriona to have a complete view of his cock. She should have looked away, averted her eyes, but there it was in all it’s glory, bigger than she’d imagined.

Offering her his hand, Sam helped her down off the horse, his hands resting on her waist until she had two feet on the earth.

“Are you alright, Cait? You look a bit funny,” Sam smirked.

Caitriona blushed, feeling her stomach quiver at the memory of what she’d just seen.

“I’m fine, just saw something I shouldn’t have,” she tried to laugh it off and then someone was calling Sam’s name and he left her on her own.

After they had finished filming for the day, she had gone back to her trailer, locked the door and settled on the couch. Sam was still in hair and make-up and would be for at least another half hour.

Her eyes fluttered closed, bringing back the image of Sam from earlier that day. She had seen how big he was, how thick and he wasn’t even erect. Her thighs clenched just imagining what it would feel like to have that inside her.

Caitriona traced her hand slowly over her breasts, feeling her nipples grow hard. She kept her eyes shut, and focused on him. On Sam, touching her, kissing her, and sliding his thick, throbbing cock deep into her wet folds. Her hand moved down between her legs, pushing her costume out of the way and two fingers slipped easily inside.

She bit down on her bottom lip to keep quiet — the trailers had thin walls after all. Her fingers moved in and out, and Caitriona imagined that it was Sam’s cock inside of her, pushing her over the edge. She thought about how big he would be when fully erect, how hard he would feel in her small hands. As Caitriona pictured him above her, his toned body rocking back and forth, she came fast, her moans dying against the palm of her hand.

Caitriona was trying not to think about that evening as she sat here alone in her trailer now. She was thrown out of her head when a light knock came from the door and Sam walked in, carrying two large coffee cups.

“Sorry, it took longer than I thought,” Sam said and handed her one. “Everyone’s still getting the scene ready. Should be about twenty more minutes.”

“Sounds good,” Caitriona smiled and took the first sip of her coffee. It tasted different than normal, stronger…

“Did you put—“

“Whiskey in the coffee?” Sam smirked and drank his own, sighing as he swallowed. “Aye, I did.”

Caitriona loved whenever they were on set and Sam’s accent was still thick, it was that accent she heard when she dreamed of him after late nights.

“I thought we both could use some liquid courage today,” he said, sitting down beside her on the small couch.

“You’re right about that,” Caitriona said. “How do you feel about it?”

Sam settled back, one arm sliding along behind her and he sipped his coffee, really thinking over the question.

“We’re good mates,” he said. “I feel comfortable with you, and besides, I dinna have a problem with having to kiss you all day.”

Caitriona blushed and then hit his knee playfully. “Oh shut it,” she grinned and flipped her hair behind her shoulder. For the scene it had to be down, and she was glad because it made her feel more free — loose.

“It’ll be our first kiss, you know,” she smirked and glanced at him.

“Oh, I know,” Sam matched her grin. “I’ve been thinkin’ about that though.”

“And what about it, exactly?” Caitriona asked and took another sip of her coffee, letting the whiskey burn her throat.

“I just dinna want our first kiss to be on camera, you know? It feels rather — impersonal, you know what I mean?”

“I do,” Caitriona nodded. “What are you proposing we do instead?” She asked, setting her coffee cup down on the table.

Sam sat up, his arm moving to rest beside her, his fingers touching her waist.

“Well, we’re alone now,” he said quietly as if speaking louder would break some kind of spell. “Wouldn’t you rather have it like this?”

“I suppose,” Caitriona said and slid her hand into his, she always felt more comfortable when she could touch him.

Sam moved her hair behind her ear, then cupped her cheek, his thumb brushing across her lip. She had pictured what it would be like to kiss him so many times, and now it was finally happening — and not in front of cameras.

Caitriona closed her eyes, and waited. And waited. She was just about to open them again to find out what was taking him so long, whenever he pressed his lips to her cheek. And then her other cheek. Sam’s lips dotted her face with kisses, tiny little ones all over. Her heart was pounding in her chest, and she squeezed his hand to let him know it was alright.

Slowly, Sam pressed his lips to hers, barely moving. Tingles of electricity shot from her lips down to her arms and the hair on her body raised in goosebumps. Sam slid his hand into her hair, tilting her head and deepened the kiss. Caitriona moaned, feeling his tongue parting her lips and she let him in.

Carefully, she was laid back onto the couch and Sam was hovering over her, sliding his tongue against hers. She wanted to open her legs and let him take her right then and there, but it wasn’t the time. Instead, she wrapped one arm around his neck and pulled him closer. He moaned too, deep sounds coming from his chest as they continued to kiss. It was unlike any kiss they had either felt before, something different.

They laid there for a few minutes, the only sound in the room the smacking of their lips. Hands wandered over skin, and Caitriona arched her back off the couch, feeling something hard between her thighs. She was just about to find out what it was until a knock came from the door.

“Caitriona! Sam! We’re ready for you on set!” Came the voice from one of their crew members.

They both jumped, and Sam sat up abruptly, his chest heaving. Caitriona slid up on the couch, pushing back her hair from her face. They met each other’s eyes and smiled, unsure what to say.

“That was better than having it be on camera,” Sam said. “Loads better.”

He stood up, awkwardly adjusting his trousers and then held his hand out to her. “Guess we better get on set or they might start wonderin’ what we’re up to in here,” he winked.

It was a closed set, which meant there was less people in the room. There was still more people than Caitriona would have liked, however — the camera operators, the director, the man who held the mic and a few other crew members. At least she wasn’t doing this alone, Sam was there with her.

Their director, Richard talked them through the take, and everything he needed from them.They would begin with where they had finished yesterday — Jamie takes Claire’s hand and rubs his fingers over the ring he gave her. The director didn’t want to stop them once they got going for this scene, only repositioning the angles after each take.

Caitriona and Sam took their places, waiting for their queue. Caitriona placed her hand on Sam’s chest, and she smiled at him just before the director yelled, “action!”

They started the scene and it wasn’t Sam or Caitriona anymore, but Claire and Jamie.

Jamie rubbed his fingers over Claire’s hands, slowly moving across the ring he had given her.

“The key to Lallybroch,” he said softly.

“What?” Claire asked, bewildered.

“Your ring,” Jamie smiled and kissed her hand. “I had the blacksmith fashion yer ring from my key.”

Claire looked down at it, as if seeing if for the first time, then back at Jamie.

“Why didn’t you tell me that before? When you gave it to me?”

“I wanted to wait until I took ye back to Lallybroch,” Jamie said wistfully. “So ye’d know the place was as much yers as mine.” He dropped his head, a sad expression crossing his face. “Now, I dinna ken when, if ever we’ll get back there.”

“Jamie, I—“

“I thought,” Jamie interrupted her, staring into her eyes. “It doesna pain me as much as it once might have.” He slid his hand up to cup her cheek, running his thumb over her chin. “You are my home now.”

Now was the beginning of the end. Sam leaned in, closing the small distance between them, and Caitriona brought her hand to rest in his curls. Their mouths touched and it was a relief. Sam moved her hair aside, kissing down her neck.

“I want ye, Claire,” Jamie breathed heavily, dotting her shoulder with kisses. “I want ye so much I can scarcely breathe.”

He pulled her hair back, looking into her eyes. “Will ye have me?”

“Yes,” Claire kissed him. “Yes, I’ll have you.”

It was almost a race to take the rest of their clothes off, pulling on shirts and shifts. Claire’s shift puddled around her waist as Jamie threw his shirt aside. They embraced, kissing so deeply they could barely breathe.

Caitriona felt like she was in heaven whenever Sam’s mouth touched her breast, lightly flicking his tongue on her nipple. She knew she was in character, and that this was part of their job, but she couldn’t help but feel aroused at what he was doing — how he was touching her. As if he wished it were Sam instead of Jamie doing this to her.

They continued with the rest of the scene, and Caitriona pushed him down, only thin material a barrier between them. She rocked her hips hard, trying for friction of her own. Claire was supposed to grab a dirk and hold it against Jamie’s neck, making him promise to never lay a hand on her again.

It was hard enough to try and remember lines when she was staring down at Sam, rocking her body against his. It was even tougher when she felt Sam’s cock grow hard underneath her.

The dirk clattered to the ground, and she rode him hard, pushing her hands against his chest. Jamie leaned up, moving her arms and he held her, thrusting upwards. Caitriona’s heart was pounding as all the tension in her that had been building up for months was set to release.

Just as Sam leaned in to kiss her, she breathed out, “Sammmm.”

Then she was flipped around, her back moving against the rough carpet and her legs spread wide. Caitriona felt him then, the modest pouch that was too small for him had come off, and so it was Sam’s cock that slid across her entrance as he thrust. Claire’s moans and sighs, were really Caitriona’s moans and sighs. It was too much, but they needed to at least get through one take.

A few more thrust from Jamie, a few more romantic words and then it was over. They lay there, as Sam slid his finger down Caitriona’s throat. Their breaths were heavy and they looked into each other’s eyes, feeling something had shifted between them. Caitriona touched his lips and then leaned in, kissing him as he smiled.

“Cut!” Richard yelled and it took them a moment to break out of the spell of the scene.

Slowly, Sam moved off of her, pulling his plaid around his waist to hide himself. Caitriona sat up, pulling her shift up around her arms.

“That was perfect, guys,” Richard said. “I think we got some really good footage there. We’ll take a twenty minute break to reset and then we’ll come back and reshoot from another angle, sound good?”

“Yeah,” they both said, still feeling out of breath and light headed.

Sam stood up, then reached out to help Caitriona. He didn’t let go of her hand, but instead led them through the set, through the studio, and out the door in the direction of their trailer. Once the door was closed and locked, he released her hand.

“That was—“

“I think we—“

They both spoke at the same time, and laughed, feeling some of the tension release.

“You first,” Sam said.

“That was easier than I thought it would be,” Caitriona said and grabbed his hand again, intertwining their fingers. “I honestly forgot the cameras were even in there.”

“So did I,” Sam said. “Caitriona,” he said her name softly, like a prayer. “We don’t have much time.”

“So what are you waiting for?” She arched her brow and took a step back, pulling on his hand.

Sam sat down on the couch, and pulled Caitriona to straddle him. They were hesitant at first, kissing slowly, savoring the moment like before. But soon they grew hungry, as those feelings from set returned — the fire in their bellies.

Caitriona was suddenly grateful for her shift, and really grateful at how easy it was to remove when Sam slid his hands under the material and lifted it up and tossed it onto the floor. She laughed, feeling the effects of the whiskey and getting drunk in Sam’s eyes. He was only wearing the kilt, haphazardly wrapped around him. She moved her hand between their bodies, feeling that he was hard again.

“I felt it earlier,” she whispered and kissed him.

Sam’s hands moved to rest over her breasts, lightly stroking the tops.

“The sock fell off, and I didna want to stop to put it back on,” he said. “Hope ye dinna mind.”

“Not at all,” she grinned and pushed back the plaid, revealing the subject of her fantasies. His cock was thick and throbbing now, just as she imagined it would be. She ran her finger over the tip, feeling the wetness as it collected at the head. Sam winced, his hips thrusting up into her hand.

“Caitriona,” Sam said reverently and then moved his hands to rest on her waist, slightly lifting her up. With his cock in hand, she positioned herself over him and slid down, moaning she did.

“Fuck,” Sam grunted, his eyes shut tight and head resting on the seat.

“Look at me,” Caitriona said and he opened his eyes. She started to rock back and forth like earlier, only this time, he was inside her.

He filled her in a way she didn’t even know was possible. She could feel him stretching her, opening her up. Sam’s hands gripped her sides, pushing her down against him as she moved. She slid her hand into his hair, holding onto his curls and pushing his head down.

Sam opened his mouth, taking one nipple into it, sucking gently. Caitriona pulled on his hair and he sucked harder. He had a taste before, but now he could touch her all he wanted. Sam squeezed her breast from underneath, trying to take as much of it in as he could. Flicking her nipple with his tongue earned him low groans from Caitriona so he did it over and over again.

She placed both hands on the seat behind him and pushed down harder. “God, Sam,” she moaned and looked down to see him nibbling on her breast. She had wanted this for so long and now it was finally happening. To see him touch her, kiss her and want her in return.

“I’m close,” she said and began to move faster. Sam placed a kiss to her breast before finding her mouth. One hand moved in between their bodies to find that hard nub and he rubbed it in steady circles.

Caitriona started to shake, trying to keep her eyes open long enough to watch Sam fall apart. His mouth parted, sweat dripping down his back as he came inside of her. Caitriona felt her orgasm overtake her, the most powerful experience she’d ever felt. She rocked gently against him as her pussy clenched his cock.

They both breathed, that sense of relief washing over them. For so long, they had both been afraid to tell the other how they really felt — worried it would change their relationship. But this was always supposed to happen one way or another.

Caitriona kissed him, then ran her hand along his scruff. She stared at him, as if for the first time. That strange scot she had met at her audition with the sweat stains under his arms — the man that had gripped her in a bear hug. Her heart hadn’t stopped pounding since they entered their trailer.

“How much longer do you think we have?” She asked.

“I’d say about seven minutes or so,” Sam shrugged and placed a kiss on her nose.

“So enough time for another round?” Caitriona smirked, running her fingers lightly down his chest. At that question, she felt his cock twitch inside of her.

“Christ, Balfe,” Sam’s chest heaved. “You’re trying to kill me.”

“We don’t have time to waste, Heughan,” she kissed him and Sam was already standing up to lay her back down on the couch, pushing deeper inside of her. “We’ve wasted enough of it already.”

The day of reckoning had come.

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arawen898′s Sam/Cait fic masterlist (updated March 17 2019)

Sam Heughan/Caitriona Balfe (Outlander RPF)

Rugs And Mirrors (18+) Cait is engaged and Sam comes to her apartment to talk things through with her. Chapter 1  Chapter 2

Hot Snow (18+) What if Sam never managed to catch a flight to LA to attend the Vanity Fair party? What if he and Cait instead decided to go on a hike in  the snow? While camping, they find ways to keep the heat up in both one way and another.

Run Time Fun Time (18+) While training for their upcoming marathons, Sam and Cait share some heated moments. Set sometime during October 2017.

Series:

Interrupted Weddings And Passionate Country Retreats (18+)

    - My Bride (18+) It is Cait’s wedding day and Sam pays her a visit.

    - Perfect (18+) Sequel to “My Bride”. Sam and Cait retreat to his country house after a very emotional day.

    - Jacuzzi Love (18+) Sequel to “My Bride” and “Perfect”. There are more things you can do in a jacuzzi than just taking a bath.

    - Aibhlinn (13+) Fourth and final part of “Interrupted Weddings And Passionate Country Retreats”. Not long after recent events, Sam and Cait are in for a happy surprise.

My Bride (standalone version) (18+) This is how I originally planned for “My Bride” to be before I decided for it to be the beginning of my series “Of Interrupted Weddings And Passionate Country Retreats” You can say that this is the “oneshot” version. The plot is the same but with some major changes in content. I don’t own Sam/Cait, they only own themselves.

Five Year Anniversary Getaway In Western Cape (18+) Sam and Cait go on a picnic up the South African coast to celebrate that it was five years since they met for the first time. Chapter 1  Chapter 2  Chapter 3

It Was You (18+) Cait is caught in a very compromising situation. Chapter 1 Chapter 2

After The Gym (18+) Sam comes home from an evening session at the gym and Cait helps him with some post exercise treatment. Chapter 1  Chapter 2

Vanity Fair Aftermath (18+) It’s time for the Vanity Fair Party but the events the weekend before have taken a strain on both Sam and Cait. After the party, things get heated between them. Chapter 1  Chapter 2

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Untouchable Ch 41

https://archiveofourown.org/works/10919163/chapters/46823155