His fingers slid through her hand as they walked down the pathway through the Heartland farm. The last time the two had been here was during their claiming. They had not been back since.
Not that they choose to do so, they just had been busy. As busy as a married couple would be. They still did their normal life things, like work. They just spent most of their free time together. His hand stayed connected to hers, as he wrapped his arm around her leaning his chin onto her shoulder blade. “You ready to go for a ride together?” the tractors that led the hayrides coming into view. They had planned to check them out once they had gotten off work. Get into the fall spirit together. He kissed her cheek, before offering the driver a small as he helped her up into the hay.
Text thread.
ft @theodoraflanigan
Avery asks Theo for help.
text: have your ever tried those dna kits to know more about your family?
text: yeah, i took one after my parents passed, wanted to know about my heritage and also kind of hoped maybe i'd find out i had some famous relation out there somewhere, but i only found like a second cousin in ireland who once served a beer to Bono in a pub, which doesn't exactly count. text: why, are you gonna take one or something?September 24, 2020
text: I did, I actually just sent for one the week I got back with Stella text: that was the last thing I thought of to see, to just see if I have any family members around. text: that’s really wild. Did you ever meet them?
text: it seems like it takes forever once you mail it back, but i think that's just cause i'm an impatient little shit. text: right, it's a bit extra cost, but i mean, it would be worth it to find out. text: haven't met them yet, but it'll happen eventually, at least i know i have other family members out there, just wish i'd found some in this country, ya know?
text: it does seem like it’s taking forever. I hope it comes in soon, because I’d like to know if I have any family around close by. Since I don’t have any at the moment text: though I’m fine with Stella being my family text: right? That would of been cool, someone that lives in the states and maybe close by
text: yeah. i get that feeling more than i wish i did. text: see, you DO have family, so at least you have her so you're not totally alone. text: i hope you get luckier than i did. i mean, yay i do have family out there across the sea, but like, i still have no one i can drive over and hang out with if i've had a rough day or i'm just missing my parents. text: but yeah, hope you find someone local, sending positive vibes and all that!
text: I made family for myself text: I’ve been looking for my mother for so long, I just think maybe I never really had one text: I’ll let you know when it comes in. Maybe you can help me read it. I just hope it comes in soon. It feels like it’s been forever text: oh I feel those vibes from here text: onto something lighter, are you going to the festival?
text: you did, and i'm really happy for you, Ave. text: oh, you definitely did, maybe she just wasn't in a place to give you a good life and she had to move on with hers elsewhere. not much consolation, i know, but i'd like to believe she gave you up out of love, you know? text: yeah! let me know and i'll help weed through all the this and that to get down to the good stuff! text: yes, lighter would be good. i am! you can find me working the kissing booth, first shift!
text: are you and stella going?
text: Yeah, I get that now. As an adult. But back then when I was hoping through the worse foster homes, I didn’t get it. I was angry. Part of me is still angry, deep down. text: we plan to, yeah. I’m working a shift at the flower crown. You’ll have to come by so I can make you one?
text: i think that's a totally natural way to feel, i'm sure it's a lot of very intense and complicated feelings and they're all valid. text: well okay mr. arts and crafts, i will definitely swing on over and get one, make it prettiful for me!
text: well at least I’ll have you there to show me how to read the thing. hopefully it comes in soon text: I’ll make you a really good one. Hopefully their not to hard to figure out. That’s me, mr arts and crafts
text: of course, not that it's too complicated if my dyslexic brain could read it, you'll be fine. text: thank you kindly, looking forward to wearing the pretty. lol, wait... you mean you volunteered and don't know how to make flower crowns? oh Ave, you are one of a kind!
text: I really don’t know what I’m doing. But I thought it would be fun text: how does one become a professional at crown making?
text: having fun is kind of the whole point though, isn't it? text: i would think it takes practice, a lot of practice. is this a new career goal?
text: I got my results in the mail text: I know it's pretty late text: but, I really don't know how to read the results
text: oh!!! text: i mean, kind of but i'm up, so nbd text: do you want to come over and we can go over them? text: or do you just need me to talk you through it?
text: I haven’t opened it yet. It’s sort of sitting on my table, at the house text: I didn’t even tell Stella it’s in. text: you’ve done one of these before, so yeah. Yeah could we meet up tomorrow?
text: that nervous, eh? text: oh, wow. you might want to do that??? i would hate for her to be upset you told me and not her, it's kinda a big thing, ya know? text: yeah, i did. sure, you wanna meet up at perk up or butterstick? just grab some coffee and do the thing, just bring your laptop in case we need to go on the site if there are any known relations in the system.
text: no im not nervous. maybe just anxious? I don’t know, I guess I have my doubts about it text: yeah let’s meet at the perk up. And we can go over it. She won’t mind! I’d like to go through it before I tell her about it. I’ll bring my laptop too
text: i get the anxiety, just breathe and try not to get your hopes up too high. text: all right, what time do you want to meet up?
Dropping his box at the door, he shoved his shoes off before leaving his keys on the little dish that sat in the hallway. He moved further into the house, their house. Till he spotted her on the couch, near the table that held the sunflowers he had gotten her the other day. “Hi” he finally said as he reached the couch, hand sliding to her cheek as he leaned over her, “I’m here to look at the flooring with you” smirk sliding into his lips as he brought his lips to hers and kissed her. He had only been gone for a little while, slowly collecting things from his old house.
She actually was looking at flooring when she made comment. Stella some how convinced the guy to sign over what’s left over his payments to her. Essentially they owned it now. So until they spoke about her apartment in Denver and job Stella could busy herself with this. Being so lost in her world she nearly missed Avery coming in, just realizing it when he got near the couch “hey I was being serious.” Her brows raised in a playful manor, gently tapping on his his cheek. Giving a quick kiss in return, “Did you get what you need for tonight? Let me know if you need help.” Quickly stating, before Stella pressed her lips to his once more.
He couldn’t help himself as he leaned further over her, his hand cupping her cheek, “Oh I’m sure you where, but I’m here now we don’t have to look at flooring right this second” smirk forming along his lips, as pushed her beck into the couch, lips meeting hers again. She had missed him after all. Even if he had only been gone for a hour, not even. He nodded his head as he pulled from the kiss, “I got a few more things from my house, yes” lips kissing along soft skin as he trailed down her jaw, “but tell me, just how much you missed me?”
Stella smirked against his lips, her head leaning a bit into his hand. She may still be in some euphoric honeymoon phase but she’d never get over the feeling of being lucky; Avery was cheesiness intended the whole package. “Really?” She replied a small laugh slipping out of her as he pushed her back. Her hands moving down his arms and to Averys chest, only to fiddle with the bottom of his top. “You know when you leave — without work to distract me,” she spoke softly, almost a lulling tone as she enjoyed his lips on her skin. “All I think about is your lips, your hands, your body... about the things we’ve done, what we will do. Miss is lightly — I think I almost crave you.” Her words rather playful a ghost smile lining her lips.
“I need to stop leaving then” nodding his head slowly, as he hovers over her enough to play with the hemming of his shirt. His own fingers moving to her shirt as he takes his time undoing it and tugging it off her small form. His lips form into another smirk, as he kisses the corner of her mouth. Fingers run through her hair tugging gently “share those things that we will do” tone low, as he lets his fingers undo her pants and begins to undo them. He knows that once he slides them off he’d fall into the couch tugging her onto his lap. “Baby, it’s hard to leave some mornings. I miss you to much at work” fingers tugging her pants from her feet before pulling her freely into him as he sinks onto the couch , Stella now on top of him
“Hm, I like a little torture — just don’t be gone too long. “ she tugged his top over his head with the words, after the movement Stella waited letting Avery busy himself with her own. “Oh I don’t think your innocent mind can handle them.” Shaking her head, “Really? Am I always on your mind?” Her words more curious rather than teasing, lifting her butt to help him take the pants off easier. On top of him, Stellas hands mindlessly ran through his hair. “Tell me — what’s your favorite thing we do together?”
“my innocent mind?” laughing quietly, as his arms slid around her waist, fingers sliding along her soft skin, nails marking her back. Gently. “I think I can handle anything you throw at me, babe” nuzzling into her neck, lips slowly kissing down her skin, “hmm, favorite thing?” silent for a few moments, as he lets his lips continue down her neck and over her shoulder, teeth grazing. He looks up at her as he stops at her arm, “you’re always on my mind, it’s almost distracting” tone low. He loves the way her fingers play in his hair. Eyes closing slowly, “can I say everything? you on top of me, while I’m inside of you. Your nails on my skin, leaving marks” eyes reopen slowly as he stares back at her.
“Oh yeah, sub minds — think you might not come up with some of the stuff I’ve got in here.” Her lips pursed a little nodding, the expression didn’t last long she began smirking. Stella gently tugged on his hair, she enjoyed neck things. But it was like an Achilles heel for her, a very hate love relationship. “So you love— touching me, me touching you.” Nodding slowly, propping up on knees to put space between their hips her hand slipping down into his boxers, running her fingers running along averys length.
**”I might not come up with the same things as you. Which is fine, you come up with them, and we do them. please” Avery was not against begging. Even if she was his, and he was hers. He wasn’t against it. He would still beg for what he wanted, needed. They where still the same people they where. Even if they where married now, claimed. The hair tugging was a weakness, she knew that. She knew what she was doing. He nodded his head slowly, as she repeated back to him what she said. But slower. More appealing when she said it. Breath hitched in his throat, as she slid her fingers right underneath his boxers. Teeth tugging onto his bottom lip, “yes” barely audible.
Stellas brow perked slightly, the best way to describe his begging like a sirens call. Of course she wanted to simply give him what he wanted but the stubborn side of her refused to cave. Continuing the small movements on his member, her lips twitched every once in a while tugging upward. “Then I think you shouldn’t touch me.” Stating as she pulled his boxers to the side, sliding hers along as well. Settling just above him, she moved back and fourth rubbing against him. “Not aloud to feel me wrapped around you, clenching — dying to have you pound into me — perhaps you shouldn’t even be aloud to cum.” Her brows lifted slightly almost as if she was questioning him, should he be aloud to? Did he want to?
His teeth dug into his bottom lip, staring right back at her. He heard her, hands sliding from her. She had asked him not to touch. He had to obey her. He had to listen despite how hard it would be. A low whine escaped as he felt her remove the fabric from him, his length hardening as she began rub against him. “Baby” moaning out quietly, letting his fingers softly press into her thigh. She had told him not to touch, but Avery didn’t always listen to what he was told. “please” knowing that the simple of touches had disobeyed her.
She really wanted to feel him inside, even the thought alone caused a chill up her spine. Stella didn’t want to give him the satisfaction of knowing what he did to her, it was obvious after their small talk earlier. Right now though it was about... what he misses. Biting her inner cheek, propping up on her knees to stop the action. “Don’t touch me or you’re definitely not cumming — if I tie you up I’ll leave you like that all night.”
He bites back the rest of his whines. Quieting himself as he brings his hand back. He’s hard at the thought, holding her gaze. He wouldn’t mutter a complaint if she tied him up. He’d almost beg for it. His hand grips onto the back of the couch, tightly. “please” unsure what he’s begging for. She can’t feel how aroused he is. How just the simplest touch she has on him drives him insane. “I won’t touch you” promises, as keeps himself almost still, lips close to hers.
She stared down at him, lips twitching slightly. He had gorgeous eyes — that read loud and clear what ideas turned the gears in his mind. “Maybe if you’re good later I’ll tie you to the bed.” Her brows lifted slightly, as she spoke a hand made its way to his member again, a finger running over the head before position herself just over him. Her entrance hovering over his tip. “How do you want to cum — Should I keep just keep rubbing you Avery until your cum is all over your chest?” Leaning closer to Avery, she could be practically kissing him but kept enough space so her lips moved gently over his. “Or do you want me to ride you, feeling every clench, shutter, how wet you make me , until you’re dripping out of me?”
He could be good. He could be very good for her. He had it in him, to be good. To obey her. He would tease, he would toe the line. He wouldn’t disobey her though. His need to submit to her, would stop him from doing so. She kept him where he sat. Her fingers teasing him. He groaned quietly, licking along his bottom lip. She was so close to him. He could lean in and kiss her. He couldn’t though, he wouldn’t disobey her. Swallowing hard, throat dry “I want to be inside you” tone low, as his fingers dug into the couch, “fuck, please baby” not tearing his gaze from her.
Why was he so grossly perfect? Stella could stare at him all day, she caught herself wanting to trace over the edges of his body. "I want to hear you -- if you keep so much as a moan muffled, I'll stop." It took her all she could not to smirk at him, he was so good. He wasn't ever anything but, hell if she was in his position she'd feel like she was being torched. It made her want to sit there longer, but her body was screaming at her to move on, stop teasing both of them. With the thought she slowly lowered herself, her heart beat picked up faster than she moved. A small breath coming out, filling was a word to describe it, feeling like he completed something inside. Already she felt herself clenching around him, at least what was inside - like her heart dying to keep him right where he was. What felt like an eternity coming to an end once he was fully inside, sitting on his lap for a brief second before Stella started her speed. Enjoying the control she had, her legs might kill her a little later from the 'work out' but lifting herself up just as slow as before and back down.
He had to focus on another rule. Did she still not want him to touch her? His fingers wanted to run through her hair, he wanted to hold her at the back of the head. He wanted to drag his nails down her back. He wouldn’t until she gave him permission. He nodded his head, his fingers tightening on the edge of the couch. He lifted his hips only slightly as he she lowered herself onto him. They connected perfectly. They where in sync as they came together. Every time they where together like this, it seemed to feel better, so much better each time. As she clenched tightly around him, breathy moans escaped just like she had asked. He was so hard from her touching. He could focus on waiting, he wouldn’t come till she told him he could. He exhaled, a groan falling from his lips as she lifted herself up before sliding right back onto him. It was slow, air being tugged from him as he exhaled again. He wasn’t quiet about it. He was never quiet.
Stella continued the pace, lifting herself nearly off of him before going right back down. Her own small moans escaped once in a while, most of her focus was on keeping it consistent - refusing to rush to a climax. Setting a hand on his chest to keep herself steady, she loved this, loved him. Stella wasn't into the real belief of; astrology, higher beings, soul mates but she felt cheesy in feeling like she was lucky enough to find someone she had an unspoken connection with. She leaned down from his face, kissing along his jaw, and down his neck, gently sucking then tugging on his skin with her teeth - unintentionally, perhaps, leaving small marks. The ideas of others seeing him with marks from her only caused her to pick up speed. "Fuck," the word escaped past her lips, it felt so close but so far, toes curling, going down harder than she was before.
It was almost impossible to not touch her. She hadn’t given him that permission yet. Fingers digging more into the couch as he lifted his hips easily up and down with the pace she was setting for them. He was already hard. She had already got him aroused before hand. From her soft touches, the way she spoke to him. He had to force himself from coming to soon. She didn’t make things any easier. The way her soft lips trailed down his jaw. Teeth marking his skin. His knees shook slightly, as she rushed their pace. Moans escaping as he breathed out, “can I touch you, please” tongue licking along his bottom lip as he kept his gaze on her.
She lifted her head to look at him, having to bite her inner cheek to stop moaned that threatened to come up. Hell it felt as though her heart was coming up with them, her nails dug into his chest as he met her motions, up and down. His question wanted to make her laugh, Avery was sweet, it’s how she always described him. “Alright.” Her response slipping out in a breathy tone, she did want him to touch her. Stella wanted to feel his hands moving along her body. However she was going to hold true , he definitely was being tied up later.
His fingers slid through her hair, tugging gently as he was finally allowed to touch her. They tangled through her hair, as he leaned forward. His moans quieted as he kissed roughly down her neck. His hips meeting her pace as he breathes out quietly, “I’m close... so close” teeth grazing along her neck as his lips moved downwards. His fingers tightened in her hair as he lets his other hand wrap around her small form. Nails dragging down her back, leaving lightly red marks. He hips lift, quickening the pace as much as he could while she continued to lead the two of them.
Putting a hand on his shoulder giving herself some leverage, her lips twitched upward Stella would never get enough of his lips; where ever he put them was a welcoming feeling. In between the up and down she’d rock her hips against his. Barely hearing her own moans with his filling her ears. Leaning back just enough to see Averys face , she grabbed his chin to keep him from looking away. “Then cum for me.”
headcanoned the rest of their husband/wife sexitimes.
He had always said that River was welcome, even now that he was in a claim. River felt nervous just showing up at his door like this, without even a warning to him that he was coming. He was shaken up, what happened between James and himself was constantly replaying in his head. He felt like he caused this, like this had been all his fault. He needed someone who wasn’t involved, and he knew if he went home Rod would take it upon himself to do something about it. There was no way he was going to make himself even more of a burden on him when he’d already done so with James, driving him away. He’d lift a shaky fist up to the door, and knocking on it as hard as he could muster, then putting his hands back into the pockets of his jeans.
They door flung open, a smile crossing his lips as the sight of River. The two hadn’t seen each other since the claiming, which had been way to long. They two had been separated for so long before hand. The last thing he wanted, was more time apart from the other male. They had been together so many times beforehand, that Avery would not be afraid to admit how much he missed him. River’s demeanor was different, not at all what he was expecting when he finally looked him over. His smirk just about disappeared as he took the other male in, “Riv, hey” stepping out the door, slight hesitation before he was wrapping his arms around the other and pulling him in for a hug. “I’m really glad you’re here. Come on, come in” loosening his grip on him to pull him inside before shutting the door behind them. His hand cupped his cheek softly, concern washing over his features, “How are you?”
“Are we going to lay here all day” mumbling out quietly, as his fingers slid along her thigh slowly. They where both half tucked underneath their blankets, still laying in their bed. Neither of them had decided to move. Lazy Saturday. They had no where to be, since getting back from their honeymoon, it had sort of became their thing. Just lazily around on the weekend doing not much, just each other. A smirk slid across his lips as he leaned over, kissing her shoulder before lowering his lips as he leaned up onto his elbow. Kissing in sync with the gentle touches of his fingers, “Do you just want to stay here all day, because you know I don’t have any problem with that” tone low, as he continued down her arm before crossing along her back to other side of her arm. @drssterling
After a long day working and finishing up grading papers, all Jack wanted to do was drink a cold beer and relax. Of course Rammer Jammer was the best place for both so after packing up his things, he headed towards the best bar in town. The room wasn’t overly crowded when he walked in, waving to a few familiar faces as he took a seat at the bar and ordered a pint of Stella and an order of wings. The beer was cool as he took a sip while he waited on his food, turning to the person only a seat down from his. “When do you think this hot weather’ll end? I’m gettin’ fuckin tired of sweating all damn day.”
He greeted Jack with a smirk, as he slid into the seat in front of him. “Your job has the best ac in town. If you really want to know heat, you’re more than welcome to come down to Al’s and work in that shitty ac” smirk still plastered to his lips as he called someone over to get him a drink. He leaned into his chair, “Don’t worry so much, you look with a little sweat on your face, and you’re hair, hell your hair looks really good” laughing, as he leaned back and then thanked the waitress as she delivered his drink. “besides sweating your ass off, works been alright?”
one would consider avery o’shea a particularly welcome sight, especially to the likes of amara. she wasn’t tough to please … just … fastidious. yet somehow, he managed to tick all of her boxes, every. single. time. moving her brown orbs over his face, immediately noting the way in which is teeth captured his bottom lip ; a slight tilt of her head was given, the wear & tear of a long day evidenced by the frizziness of her hair. but having expected his appearance, it didn’t matter. the corners of her mouth quirked upward in a small smile, taking a step forward to further close the gap between them. “mhm, very happy. especially know just how hard you worked … but i’m going to need you to work even harder tonight. can you do that for me ?”
he leaned forward, tone low “worked hard just for you” tongue licking along his bottom lip. “you know that I will. I came over here to show you just how hard I can work for you” she was easy, or she made being around her easy. His hand slid onto her hers, before sliding up her arm. His hand continued up gently, before stopping at her chin before cupping her cheek with his hand. He leaned in closer allowing her to close the gap between them. Fingers continued to move up her cheek, “What do you need of me?” forehead pressing against hers, as he inhaled slowly. His eyes closed for a moment, teeth digging into his lip again before he reopened his eyes and met her gaze. She knew that she could have her way wit him, do whatever she liked. He was here for her, though he knew that he would also get something in return.
“That’s sweet.” She replied, a smirk on her face. Stella didn’t know how to respond to things like that, sure they were probably simply said, but anything with weight behind it. Meaning… she didn’t know how to respond. Blame the years of people calling you an in between, you’re kind of a ‘mutt’ to them. Once she got her results – domme. Out of everything it kind of made sense. Stella loved this , watching people squirm under her gaze, begging without words to simply be touched. All because of her. “Better speak up or I’m going to think you didn’t hear me.” Stating firmly, a small brow lift with the words.
Stella simply stood there, enjoying the idea she could ask him anything and he seemed to do it. After what seemed like 10 minutes, no more than a few seconds she stepped forward stopping directly in from of him before she lowered herself. “Remember if you make any noises you can’t cum.” Warning before she finally hit her knees, pulling his boxers down. If a woman didn’t love seeing how much a man wanted them – she may be a Karen. She only took him in hand at first, her motion slow, teasing his member almost as she looked up at him. “Do you miss me when I’m not around?” Questioning a smirk on her face.
He didn’t want to be sweet. He took her compliment, but he didn’t say anything in return. He wasn’t sure if he was tricking him now or not. She had asked him not speak, but now she was asking him to speak up and he couldn’t disobey her. “Yes ma’am” tone low, uneven. He could not keep his eyes off her. He watched as she lowered to her knees in front of him. His eyes locked on her. He nodded his head as he let his hand lower, fingers running through her hair. He could be quiet. He wasn’t sure for how long. He just knew he wasn’t going to disobey her, and ruin their moment in the bathroom. It was the last thing he wanted.
His breath caught in his throat, exhaling slowly. Her hands where cold, he knew that wouldn’t last long. His free hand slid to grip the wall, holding himself up.
As she spoke, he nodded his head. Tongue darting out to lick along his bottom lip. She had to know how much she had missed him. How much she hated not being around her. How weak she made him. She could see with her own eyes. Fingers continued through her hair, as he tugged gently. Not to tight, but to show her just how impatient he was, just how much he wanted her, needed her.
The smirk spread, gaze on the other before looking down to where he had placed his hand. Unexpected, yes. Surprised, no. The two had been going back from for so long. Shared beds, many of times, past and currently present. He honestly hoped it wouldn’t of last this long for the other to catch up to his hints, even flirting. Sharing beds and making moves where two different things. He could see that now. Brows raised slightly, as he drooped his fork onto his plate. Legs spreading slightly, “What do you want?” simple question as he watched hand sliding up his thigh. It didn’t give him actual direction, but if River wanted this go somewhere else, he had no problem leaving his chair and giving him anything he wanted.
