#slashfiiction

[gr4nted]

to say they hadn’t gotten off on the right foot would be an understatement. from the moment she’d stepped foot in jackson, four - year - old boy in tow, her nerves had been just frayed enough to take out on joel miller and his rough - around - the - edges attitude. until that four - year - old boy had promptly vanished on her this morning, delivered safely back into her arms by none other than the jackass himself.

and so, after the dust was settled, she found herself at his door. invited in, even — a gesture she certainly hadn’t been expecting. “i won’t stay long.” there is a newfound gentleness to her tone, to the look in her eyes. “i just wanted to thank you for what you did for teddy today. i never got the chance to tell you. everything was so…”

when she lifts her gaze to meet his, he’s much closer than he was just moments ago. touching her face, lifting her chin, allowing her to really see him for the first time. it’s almost cautious the first time their lips meet — caution that snowballs rapidly into something more eager, demanding. a soft whine of approval sounds from the back of the former president’s throat as she pulls him in closer, desperate to explore more of him. and as he backs her against the wall behind them, she is forced to admit to herself just how badly she wants him. maybe she always has. lips crash together, more heated by the second, and she hooks one leg around him between gasps for air. “joel.”

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

[lapetiteamourt]

@slashfiiction sent : 9mm (for lestat and daniel)

lestat can't help but watch with interest as daniel eagerly takes him into his mouth, a free hand paying attention to his own length. with a glimpse into his mind, lestat sees an attitude towards sex that is so desperately 70s. he can't quite find it in himself to care, though, with the warmth of daniel's mouth sliding down his cock. he simply cannot tear his eyes from the sight. a thumb traces lazily around the peak of daniel's nipple, a little thrill running through him at the sheer vulnerability of the man's half prone, naked form. it's a stark contrast to his–– clothed, upright, powerful. he won't wield that power against daniel, but he can certainly revel in it as he lets his head dip back, a low groan coming from his lips.

[spicymoves]

@slashfiiction sent: ❛ sparring . for sparring to turn into sex . + ❛ you’re such a tease . ❜ - lily / hb.

And down upon the mat they both went as Lily managed, in all her strength and glory, to pin HB to the mat back first, his flesh hand stretched up by the underside of her elbow and his stone hand pinned under her knee. She only let up when he gave the tap on her shoulder, and settled her shorts clad self above his waist, straddling him as she caught her breath but her lips forming a cocky smirk all the same. Her chest rose and fell underneath her sports bra, and her gloved hands wiped the sweat off her forehead. They'd been sparring for quite a while, neither of them could sleep for the night, they were restless and oddly wired. Seeing as how the BPRD's gym was devoid of life in the dead hours of the night, they decided to have a little fun.

As they both caught their breaths, she was just about to push herself to stand up before he uttered you're such a tease. She paused, looking down at her husband, who she was straddling on the BPRD's boxing mat, as she suddenly felt a little something cropping up against her inner thigh and that cocky little smirk could only get bigger once she had a little idea. "Really, now?" She mused in a low tone, letting her waist adjust (see, grind) upon his. If he thought she was teasing before, that look in her squinting blues spoke to the fact she was about to ramp it up as she leaned forward and whispered. "And what are you going to do about it, babe?"

[ephemaeraltouchxx]

you're the best thing i've ever tasted. - candy and devon | @slashfiiction

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.'

[ephemaeraltouchxx]

i can take it. - barbie and eliot. <3 | @slashfiiction

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.

[gr4nted]

he’s young. he’s an intern. you’re his teacher. she’s repeated the mantra over and over again silently for weeks now. his temper had aggravated her from the beginning, and she’ll admit she was initially swayed by his rumored past — but she could see the talent in him. what began as singling him out to teach him a lesson turned into a real interest in fostering his abilities. he could lean into cardiothoracic surgery and make it all the way to the top, if he wanted to.

she brushes it off at first, the intensity of his gaze. the line that blurs with each successful surgery completed together. but by the end of the month, there is no denying the space he occupies in the back of her mind. she cannot let it continue.

as they remove their caps and gloves in the scrub room, another successful surgery under their belts, excitement still lingers in the air. “congratulations. you did great work in there, rivera.” she’s finishes up washing her hands, then hesitates. tell him he’s off your service. he’s earned it. the words are still forming as she turns around to find him brimming with the thrill of it all just inches away. his mouth is on hers before she gets the chance to speak. she grasps for him despite the voice in the back of her head reminding her how wrong this is, desperate as their tongues meet and part. she breathes a soft moan against his mouth, fighting for rational thought. “we can’t stay in here,” she whispers breathlessly. “there’s a surgery scheduled.”

@slashfiiction : [ FRENCH KISS ] ― mateo kisses mellie with tongue.

[gr4nted]

it was almost jarring, the first time she laid eyes on rick grimes. his face bore such similarities to the man she'd married ( and divorced ) she could have sworn they were brothers in another life. but although he carried that same handsome face and capacity for leadership, she would soon come to learn that was where the similarities ended. he was not spoiled or entitled or undeserving. he was determined. strong. capable.

little teddy had taken to trotting around after carl just days after their arrival. then, he took a shine to rick himself. it was impossible for her not to follow suit. sweet if brief moments turned into long nightly chats and unspoken tensions mounted until they could deny themselves no longer.

the evening is peaceful. with both kids fast asleep upstairs, the only sound left in the house is the soft chirping of crickets through the open window. another gift from alexandria. she approaches with a drink for each of them, a rare luxury these days, and barely manages to set them down before he pulls her down to him. " hello, officer. " a wicked smile pulls at the corners of her lips as she shifts to straddle his waist, captures his lips in a slow kiss. she works on one button of his shirt at a time, moving to brush her lips along his jaw, his neck. the way he caresses every inch of her as she hovers over him is enough to spark a fire in her. " i missed you today. " the words are uttered softly into his ear as she reaches down, caresses him through the fabric of his jeans.

@slashfiiction : [LAP]: rick pulls mellie onto their lap.

[roseguided-arch]

𝐎𝐅𝐓𝐄𝐍 𝐈𝐒 𝐒𝐇𝐄 𝐖𝐈𝐓𝐇𝐎𝐔𝐓 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐓𝐎𝐔𝐂𝐇 𝐎𝐅 𝐀𝐍𝐎𝐓𝐇𝐄𝐑 or even the company of someone else. her mind so full of others thoughts, of visions not her own—plagued by them day & night. it was rare when she could escape those feelings, those voices, & be so present in her own body. those times, as it turned out, happened most when she was sharing her bed with someone. when she had aid in turning off her brain to focus on more bodily pursuits. with carlisle it had been no different & in fact, it had felt like more than any one night stand she suffered for a quieted mind & an an orgasm or two. ( he was more than she could’ve ever imagined. better than any man she’d dated briefly or associated with here or there. he was genuinely interested in her, he really did care & that was worth more to riley than anything. )

@slashfiiction said, #16. FOR CARLISLE TO WATCH RILEY MASTURBATE

it was a night with him that ended in her sat on her bed, legs open with her back pressed into his chest. with his breathing against the shell of her ear & the excitement of knowing that his golden eyes were watching her every move. that he would listen so intently to every sigh or whine or quiet moan. in truth, carlisle had posed the idea himself & riley hadn’t objected to it. while it wasn’t what she usually went for, the more she got into it the more she found it excited her. made her cheeks warm, made her heart thud in her chest. now, however, she’s fully participating.

body positioned itself between his legs in the center of her bed, naked save for the light breeze against skin that hardens her nipples. head hadn’t laid itself back against his chest the way she wanted, but instead eyes close themselves to focus on the feeling between her legs. fingers drawing medium paced circles against her clit while teeth dig into her bottom lip to try to muffle herself as she always did. the further she goes, the more pleasure she brings herself, the more unsteady her breaths become. fingers leave her clit for a moment, brushing against her entrance that’s wet the touch. slowly, she presses two fingers inside & in response lets out a whine.