Remember you well in the Chelsea Hotel

M A S T E R Reed Whitlock, Indy boy, born and bred. Thirty-nine. "I never saw a wild thing sorry for itself. A small bird will drop frozen dead from a bough without ever having felt sorry for I T S E L F

[reedoferos]

thcquixotic:

her heart was beginning to flutter with a new rush of adrenaline as soon as she could feel the soothing motion stop, his hand rising to once again smack her reddening. if it hadn’t been reed she’d have winced in unexpected surprise, possibly even want to turn around as suddenly lips were pressed to her neck, the bearded chin scratching against her sensitive skin. phoenix reached behind her, letting her fingers slide against his neck, nails scraping softly against his scalp and finally tightening around blonde hair to brace herself for a harder blow. this time she flinched, her skin undeniably stinging worse and it needed an additional moment until pleasure washed the pain away completely and his gentle caress persuaded her to let loose again, her hand falling onto the bench again as his started to wander, and simultaneously left complete calmness and a blistering frustration in its wake. the latter only fueled as two more times his hand came down at her, her body jerking in a reflexive reaction, his fingers smoothing over her smarting skin —— and he rose his voice again. the tone was huskier than before, the subtle change of sound in the nickname making her insides squirm. “ do you really not want me today? “ she asked, the pout audible in her voice and she turned her upper body enough to look at him, a hint of an aggrieved expression shining through no matter how much she tried to hide it, combined with the stubborn desire to be with him.

did he not want her? the fuck kind of stupid question was that? the spent one first awkward day together when he first arrived on the island. he had been trying to get enough of her what seemed like every day since. he wanted to let her enjoy her time and freedom at the festival, but if that wasn’t what she wanted, who was he to deny her anything? it’d be weird to start now. careful not to hurt her, reed pulled her up from the bench, only to lie her back down on her back, laying himself between her thighs, his lips trailing slow kisses down her jaw. “that’s the dumbest fuckin’ question you’ve asked since i met you princess,” he breathed nipping her pulse point roughly, before swirling his tongue to soothe the abuse. he kissed down her chest, until the dress got in his way, and he slipped further down, peppering open mouthed kisses against her inner thigh. never a many of many words he opted for actions. slinging her leg up over his shoulder, heels and all he gently pulled her toward him. slipping her panties to the side he slowly trailed his tongue up her slip, flicking it against her clit. “when do i ever not want you, princess?” 

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thcquixotic:

there was a pause, seconds maybe which stretched however into long lasting minutes for an impatient phoenix, her body beginning to buzz in anticipation of what was to come and her fingers curled around the edges of the bench, knuckles paling ever so slightly as she dug her nails into the hardwood. she knew she could very well say something, bat her eyelashes at him and smile in the way which she’d learned made it hard for him to deny her request, but she didn’t want it any other way. the warmth of his hand resting on her exposed ass as he thought god-knows-what while watching her voluntarily place herself in such vulnerable position. “ reed, “ she began, but was interrupted / punished / rewarded by the noise of skin hitting skin. the smart of his slap raised a wave of goosebumps onto her skin, heat flooding her system instantly and leaving a tingling sensation to spread from her ass cheek into the rest of her body. she smiled faintly, the gentleness which followed his slap one of the reasons she’d never get enough of him spanking her. the second blow was even better than the first. the sting which this time he didn’t immediately sooth seeming to alight every nerve in her body. her lips parted in a silent moan and at first, she only managed to nod in response to his question. “ mhm, “ she hummed, already able to feel the blood rush to where his hand had come into contact with her skin, “ oh god, yes. “

he decided there was a nice quality to the way she said his name -- in combination with a nice smack on the ass, he was going to have to try it again later and see if it still sounded as much like music to his ears. just a couple of slaps in and he could already feel the heat rising to the surface of her skin, the slight pink blush blooming under his palm, that pretty little blush looked good on her. leaning down he pressed a kiss against the back of her neck, bringing his hand down in a swift, sharp spank, a little harder than the previous ones. as his hand made slow, steady work of soothing the blow, his other hand started to wander, brushing through her hair, and around the back of her neck, fingers slowly trailing down the line of spine before settling in the middle of her lower-back as he spanked first the left, then the right cheek. “what do you think, princess?” he asked, voice becoming gruff with desire. “would you still like more?” it was a question he would continue to ask, not wanting to give her more than she could handle. a good spanking was for fun, a playful, painful in the best sort of way, he’d never forgive himself if he pushed it too far. 

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thcquixotic: 

there was a glint in her eyes as she watched him, hinting on the admiration she had for this expression of his. it was attractive, and whether or not she knew her wish would be granted, she enjoyed the moment of hesitation. phoenix exhaled a breath she hadn’t realized she’d kept, his hand sliding lower once again leaving a trail of disappointment and knowing anticipation in its wake. she just liked seeing him in power, she guessed, liked to remind him even during a festival like this she wasn’t going to happily run off into her freedom and away from him. a gasped laugh escaped her as she was suddenly grabbed and she let herself be guided by his hands, kneeling and bending over his thigh, moving into the position he wished for her to be in. she pulled her hair over one shoulder and folded her arms in front of her to lie a little more comfortably on the bench. her eyes fluttered shut, a rapt smile tugging at the corners of her lips. the contrast between his rough hands and her soft skin sending warm shivers over her skin. “ but i want it, “ and she wiggled her ass against his palms, hoping if not her words her actions would convince him. she turned her head to the side, leaning her temple on her arm, a wanton look being displayed on her soft features. “ i want your handprint gracing my skin. “

for a long moment he just took the time to sit and enjoy the site before him, her laid across his thigh, hair hanging over her shoulder in a curtain of rich chocolate brown that he almost reached out to touch. he was lucky enough to know what she looked like, satisfied and exhausted spread out across his bed, hair wild around her face and shoulders. he was tempted to just take her to bed, tempted, but wasn’t enough of an asshole to ruin the evening for her. there was something incredibly sexy about a woman who knew what she wanted, and wasn’t afraid to ask, beg, plead or pout her way into it. reed had always felt that was true, but had learned that it took on a whole new life on this island. as she wiggled her ass in the air, and against his palm he couldn’t help but to suck in a breath and chuckle lightly. this woman was going to be the death of him he was sure. “well, ya asked so nicely.” smoothing his palm against the soft flesh of her ass he pulled it back and landed a controlled blow, enjoying the sound of skin hitting skin as he soothed the sting with a gentle stroke before landing another blow against the opposite cheek. “would you like another, princess?” 

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@lucasxwestwood​::

A man came up and sat down next to him, before he admired what Lucas was doing, as he chuckled at the statement. “You might be surprised, but it was a gift from the drama production for me working with them several years back, for one. And for another, I remembered I had this stowed away back at my hometown and I asked whether I can have this done in a style of Heimdall. It took quite a lot of strings to pull, but I got it all down to luck, mostly.” He replied. “And the breastplate alone is actually the centerpiece of it.” He added. Give it to Lucas to know a lot of people who could actually make it done – that and knowing that he knew people in both the armorsmithing and the prop making business, and he has it all. “Yours is alright too, you know.”

“well ain’t that about a bitch.” he mused under his breath as the male explained his costume. the answer to his question seemed to mostly boil down to luck and luck, with a sprinkle of cash to grease the wheels. “yeah sure,” he chuckled gruffly. “it’s alright but hardly half the effort you put in. i haven’t had to dress up for halloween in so long i almost didn’t know what the fuck to go as.” his costume boiled down to what was in his closet and what he could get shipped in from the mainland the day before. all of which boiled down to this. “impressive, though.” 

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@devon-austen-blake​:

She laughed. “No, not really I guess. So, what’s your deal? I assume you must be a guest” she guessed, since he had a bit too much confidence and ‘fuck you’ attitude to be an asset. @reedoferos

“deal?” well that shit had to be pretty obvious he dropped a fuck-ton of money to be on a sex island with no consequences and it was mostly a glorified vacation so. “i like draft beer and marb red special blend one-hundreds. the fucks your deal?” 

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mistresschanel:

Chanel certainly couldn’t hold back a laugh at that. “I believe you’ve got a point,” the mistress admitted, a smile on her lips. She couldn’t believe that everyone would be just into a simple, vanilla sex, she certainly wasn’t… well, at least not only into that. “I don’t think we’ve met before, have we? I’m Chanel.”

“not just the whips, chains and tie-down straps you know at least one fucker on this island has to be dressin’ up as a squirrel or some shit. my guess is the creepy lookin’ cousin it one whose face you never see, and who never leaves his cabin.” taking a drag of his cigarette he loosed a short chuckle. “reed, and i couldn’t tell ya. i don’t talk to other guests often, probably wouldn’t either if this shit hadn’t popped up.” not because he had anything against it, but there was something kind of weird about the whole situation in the light of day or others judgment. and fuck would he say if he ran into someone he knew? 

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thcquixotic:

“ it would fit the dress, “ phoenix mused, a little glad he wasn’t able to see the shiver which moved down her spine at the idea. especially with the scavenger hunt ahead, having her bum shine in a bright red for the remainer of the night seemed enticing. no matter who had called dibs on her company would bright and clear be able to see she didn’t belong to them. “ i’m not scared. just, a little worried, “ she admited, “ i picked it hoping you’d like it..? “ the question whether he did was clearly audible in the way her voice rose a little towards the end. personally, she loved it. it reminded her of the dresses she used to wear, the light fabric of the skirt bringing a special effect to her every step and almost needless to say, the bright colour was rather fitting to her character. she smiled, moving closer as he silently requested so. he seemed to like it anyway, even if for no other reason than the easy access it’d still be a win in phoenix’s book. and how couldn’t it be if it rewarded her with the promise of being fucked and a simple touch which had her skin tingling already? “ okay, “ she breathed, making the mental note to wear them in the morning when all of this was over. she leaned into his touch so close to her bum and yet so far away, a pleading tone now in her voice: “ will you please spank me now? “

it was fun to pretend like she wasn’t going to just end up getting her way in the end regardless of everything else. if only to see that cute look on her face when she finally broke down and opted for ‘please’. when he ever gave her the impression that he required her politeness he’d never know but it was cute as shit when she did it. as if he hadn’t even heard her request he continued to smooth his rough fingertips along her smooth thigh, letting it rise up to just under one pert ass cheek before slowly slipping downwards as he pretended to think. “well, ya asked so pretty.” he finally mused. “i suppose there is no helping it.” grabbing her, he pulled her down, gently maneuvering her so she was draped across his right thigh, the left moving to trapped her legs between his own, her knees crooked under his left thigh, her upper body supported by the bench he occupied. his hand moved up along the backs of her thighs pushing the bright purple fabric out of the way to expose her flesh. “last chance to get out of this princess,” he warned with a gruff chuckle as his hand smoothed in soothing circles against her soft flesh. 

[iammyownmind-deactivated2015020]

I grabbed her by the throat but I didn’t choke her. Just kissed her so deep she forgot whose air she was breathing.

(via bl-ossomed)

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mistresschanel:

She laughed, shaking her head, but her smile wasn’t exactly saying no. Being bothered by the pumpkin might sound silly, but when that ended up on the wrong place, it was the most annoying thing ever. “Well… I didn’t accidentally wish to s c a r e anyone,” Chanel responded with a laugh. She tilted her head, flashed a smile. “You don’t look too bad either.“

“they deal with us all day,” he observed. “doubt they scare to easily.” he wasn’t sure who it was, but at least one of the guests on the island had to be into some freaky shit. all things considered, a halloween costume should be tame in comparison. shrugging in his viking wear he chuckled. “glad for the light cotton. it’s fall lookin’ but it’s hot as shit.” 

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thcquixotic:

phoenix beamed. she was always going to be happy to see his expression change for the better, to watch a genuine smile appear on his lips and see satisfaction instead of grouch. optimism had told her otherwise, but she had worried they’d never get to this point. “ that’s what i get for turning your beard pink? “ she asked with the smile audible in her voice, “ i wish i had had that idea before coming here. “ to be honest, as unfair as it was he probably wouldn’t even look bad with a little bit of colour on his face. “ you’re going into the right direction with pink though !! “ phoenix moved to stand besides him, allowing full vision of her once he opened his eyes again. she honestly hoped he’d like it. of all the colours she’d worn around him purple had seemed to be one of his favourites and of course, the moment they’d asked guests and assets alike to dress up, her mind had gone to something purple, wanting him more than anyone incapable of taking his eyes off her. “ now, you can look, but be nice !! “ 

“well, i could spank ya just cause, if that’s what you want.” his shoulders shrugged, the slightest hint of movement. “the only thing better than your ass as it is, is that pretty red color your skin flushes after a good spanking.” he figured they were well past the point of beating around the bush and pretending like he didn’t enjoy the hell out of their sexual relationship. business or not. “we’re not turning my beard pink,” he added as almost an after thought. “you got enough pink for the both of us.” be nice? “what, scared i’ll be mean little girl?” he asked with a genuine laugh as she told him he could look, but had to be nice, like he was going to be a flat out dick to his own asset, even if she was fair game for everyone during the event. with a brow raised he opened his eyes, looking over the costume she’d come up with for the night. he was completely satisfied with her use of his money. “well, look at that.” his eyes lingered on her lean tan legs. the dress was cute, the type of shit she was sure to pick out, but the color was purple, his personal favorite on her, all in all, a very classy look. smirking slightly he caught the hem of her dress, tugging her forward a little. “remind me i want to fuck you in those heels later,” he commented, hand smoothing up the back of her thigh. “not tonight, but, remind me.” tonight he would let his little phoenix play as she pleased. 

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devon-austen-blake:

“I was just fucking with you. I said people say they’ll kill you, not that I gave a fuck” she clarified with a smirk. “I’m Devon by the way” she held out her hand, knowing she was being bold but the guy seemed like he maybe liked feisty. @reedoferos

he wasn’t sure what to make of this asset, but in honor of the festivities opted not to completely write her off. it was her lucky day it seemed. instead he lit the cigarette for him, remembering with some fondness another asset who had put a dent in his cigarettes once upon a time. “so you’re the random shit facts type then.”  @devon-austen-blake​

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thcquixotic:

a bright excited smile spread over phoenix’s lips at the sight not too far away from her. the canon cigarette between his fingers and a look of pure concentration on his other wise so serious features. she’d happily accepted the chance of going to and exploring a bit of the festival on her own, but truth was she couldn’t not search for him in the crowd. approaching him from behind, she hummed to announce her present before she leaned over his shoulder to see examine the teeny-tiny mistake he’d made. “ it’s over. the pumpkin’s dead. you’ve ruined it, “ she teased, and yet there he was glaring daggers at the small mistake. “ i want to show you something, will you close your eyes for me? “ it seemed contradicting, but she’d wanted to surprise him with her dress all day and she wanted an extra reveal, not just unspectacularly step in front of him like he was just another guest.

that was a voice he’d know in a fucking crowed, even just a soft hum, after a couple of weeks together his ear was quite attuned to it. surprisingly, at her comment the blond let out a huff of laughter, he was getting accustomed to her strange humor and optimistic attitude. it wasn’t an exact opposite of his own, at times it was annoying as hell, but when he was getting too pissed off for his own good, it worked to their advantage. “shit, call the nurse to mark time of death.” taking a long drag of his smoke, he closed his eyes without much of an explanation. “swear to god, you turn my beard pink and i’ll and be adding a nice shade of red to your ass --” after a pause he smirked. “might do that anyway just for fun.” 

[wordsnquotes]

My heart currently resembles the ashes of my cigarettes.

Virginia Woolf (via wordsnquotes)

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devon-austen-blake:

She just laughed, shaking her head. She reached over, quite brazenly, taking his pack and pulling one out, sticking it between her lips and giving him a look, eyeing the lighter in his left hand. 

he frowned as she plucked the pack of smokes from his hand placing one between plush, full lips before staring at his lighter. “fuck,” he grunted and lit the cigarette for her. “never seen someone about face so quick in my damn life.” 

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devon-austen-blake:

Devon swallowed the sip she’d just taken of her drink, turning around to see who had spoken to her. “Sorry, didn’t know there was anyone there. I thought I was alone over here.” she apologized, giving him a once over, trying to keep a straight face. “You know they say cigarettes will kill you…”

“yeah well, breathin’ will kill ya. you gonna stop suckin’ down oxygen?” there was a clear look of annoyance settling on his features at her comment. “and apples have traces of cyanide in their seeds, gonna stop eatin’ apples?” picking his drink up from the bar he took a long drag and then leveled icy blues on her. “you turn twenty-five and your body starts the process of death. do you quit livin’ because death is the finish line?” 

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devon-austen-blake:

Devon had made her way to the festival, still feeling a little apprehensive since she didn’t really know anyone yet. Sure she’d met Charlie in the dormitory area but that was mostly it and it’s not like they had become instant best friends or anything. The asset glanced around, taking in all the different activities that were going on around her, finally spotting the bar. She weaved through all of the tables and people, finally making it to her destination and ordering a cocktail, sitting down and waiting. @reedoferos

reed had finished carving his pumpkin, satisfied (mostly) with the final product before he made his way to the bar. after a few hours spent with a hand cramp and spiced cider he was determined to find a real drink and a place to smoke in relative peace. unfortunately the bar was turning out to not be that opportunity but he still leaned against the bar, slipping out a cigarette to place between his lips as he ordered a crown and coke. “can ya move your elbow?” he grunted glancing at the blue-eyed female beside him. “keeps digging into my rib.” 

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mistresschanel:

She gave him a smile before shook her head. “Not scared, no. I just… dislike them, especially when they end up on my clothes,” Chanel responded easily, gesturing towards the velvety dress she wore for the day. It wasn’t exactly a costume, but dressing up in all black had seemed like the best idea. 

“so...scared?” smirking he plucked the smoke from between his lips, exhaling a long billow of curling smoke as he glanced at his hallowed pumpkin with the offending dot. it wasn’t through enough to show when a candle was placed inside but it was enough for him to know he’d fucked up. that was annoying enough. “little surprised you didn’t show up in full bondage or leather,” he joked brows bouncing up suggestively.