slash fiction.

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

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

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

quarantine shenanigans

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

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

Roswell, New Mexico | 3.10

The Light Between Oceans (2016) dir. Derek Cianfrance

mf | mm | ff

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

i think i’m in love with you.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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