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[adeles]

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[rowenasamuel]

Philinda all the prompts! But if I have to choose, I'll go with 13, it sounds cute :)

13. kiss on the ear

He has Melinda close her eyes outside the door; she looks at him for a moment, eyebrow raised, but closing them with a sigh. She hears him take a breath, and then his hands are on hers, guiding her slowly into one of the rooms of one of the sub-basements of the Playground.

The door shuts, and she opens her eyes when he tells her- they widen as she takes in the high-ceiling room. There’s a machine on one end, and a batting cage on the other, and her lips curve into a smile.

“Baseball?” she asks, and Phil grins, picking up the bat by the door.

“I always wanted to take you to the batting cages when we were younger,” he confesses as she follows him over to the netting. “I asked Mace if I could commandeer one of the unused basements and make my own. Daisy found the ball machine somewhere in the dark web- hasn’t even been released to the public yet.”

Melinda rolls her eyes fondly, hands in the back pocket of her jeans as she leans against the far wall.

“Alright, show me your stuff hot shot,” she nudges, and Phil winks as he goes to turn the machine on, setting the timer before coming back to the plate he’s left on the ground, squaring his stance. Melinda takes a moment to let her eyes appreciate the way his ass looked in his jeans.

“Quit staring at my ass, woman,” his voice distracts her, and she laughs, head falling back briefly. “You’re distracting me.”

She watches as the machine starts, and Phil starts swinging. He’s a little slow at first, obviously shaking off the rust, but soon enough, he’s consistently hitting every ball, and she finds her eyes captivated by his arms in the tight black t-shirt he has on, and the muscles of his back, and the twisting of his hips.

“Haven’t lost your touch,” she says lightly when he’s finished, mouth a little dry- he’s out of breath but grinning at her, skin flushed with exertion and sweat beading at his hairline. She steps forward, leaning in as she takes the bat from him. “Kiss for luck?”

Phil leans forward, mouth covering hers, and she nearly stumbles at the eagerness with which his lips take hers- she moans, swaying, but his hands steady her waist as he pulls back, grinning. “Good luck, Lin.”

“Smug bastard,” she mutters, moving to take her position; she shrugs out of the leather jacket, tossing it to the side before she squares her stance, and she smirks as she feels his eyes. “Eyes up, agent.”

She hears him snort just before the machine spits out its first ball, and then she’s focused- she goes to swing the bat at it, and-

She sucks. She misses nearly every ball, and she’s frowning as she steps off the plate. She turns to look at Phil, who’s obviously trying not to laugh, biting his lower lip.

“Teach me,” she says, and Phil’s eyes go a little darker before he nods.

He flicks the machine on again after lowering the speed a little, and comes to stand behind her. His hands cover hers on the bat, and his hips nestle right against hers, drawing a stifled gasp. 

“Hips before hands,” he murmurs in her ear, and she unconsciously moves back into him. “Don’t strangle the bat- see, you want your hands like this.”

He adjusts her hands on the bat,  putting them a little further apart. He puts his hands on her hips, and they move together. “Hips before hands.”

“Got it,” her voice is breathy, and she swallows- the machine shoots out a ball, and they move together. The ball glances off the tip of the bat, and he laughs as they stumble a little. “Yeah, that’s the idea.”

The next ball comes, and they move together again- she laughs, pure joy and delight, and they do it again and again.

“We can stop-”

“Shut up, Coulson, I’m playing baseball,” she says lightly, and together they hit another ball. Phil drops a kiss to her earlobe, short and sweet, and she smiles, leaning back into him.

[worryinglyinnocent]

@tessmays prompted a follow-up in the Snapshot verse where boudoir photographer!Gold is taking pictures of Belle for their mutual pleasure, or where Belle is taking pictures of Gold. @woodelf68​ also wanted to see Belle turn the camera on Gold. I think I’ve managed to combine the two scenarios quite nicely. 

Snapshot is here and a follow-up is here.

Rated: NC-17

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“You’re such a tiger,” Rum says as Belle pins him to the bed, her hands splayed over his chest. She just smiles down at him and gives a little growl in the back of her throat. Rum laughs and she growls again, raking her fingers over his skin and showing him her ‘claws’.

“I could take a picture of you right now,” he continues. “Just like this. It’s the perfect angle and light, and you, my darling, are absolutely divine.”

Belle grins at him. “Go on then.”

Rum raises an eyebrow and catches her hands in his before she can play-scratch him again, bringing her fingertips to his lips and kissing each of them in turn.

“There’s a slight problem there,” he begins, “in that you’ll notice a distinct lack of a camera in the immediate vicinity.”

“Well, that’s easily rectified.” Belle pulls her hands out of his grasp and climbs off him, leaving him sprawled on their bed as she swipes his keys from the nightstand and pads out of the room and down from the apartment to the studio where Rum keeps his cameras locked up. She just grabs the closest one to hand since she’s got no idea which he wants for this particular shot. (He separates them by various different categories and she’s never quite understood his system, if it’s even a system as opposed to random chaos.) Making her way back up the stairs, she turns the camera over and over in her hands. She keeps meaning to get Rum to teach her how to use it properly. Maybe this is the perfect opportunity. She can take pictures like the best of them, but she’s used to the camera on her phone or the cheap digital that mainly gets used for holiday snaps. This is the real deal, this thousand-dollar piece of electronic marvelousness in her hands. Rum is still lying where she left him when Belle returns to the bedroom, and he turns over to watch her enter.

“You look very lost in thought,” he remarks. “What’s up?”

Belle shakes her head as she gets back onto the bed and straddles Rum again.

“Just thinking about taking pictures.” She takes off the lens cap and hands the camera to Rum, who immediately begins fiddling with the settings, admirably resisting her attempts to distract him. Sometimes Belle thinks that she’s the mistress to his first and truest love, that of photography. Certainly, whenever he has a camera in his hands, he ends up blind to everything else in the world. Maybe it’s time to test his resolve.

Belle gives a devious little smile that he doesn’t notice and stretches out beside him, her legs entangled with his.

“Rum,” she begins, sliding one hand down his chest and under the covers to cup his cock and balls, fondling him gently.

“Mm?” he replies in a tone that makes it clear that only half his attention is on her. Belle squeezes him a little and he does actually lower the camera and look at her, but she doesn’t stop and his eyes narrow.

“I do believe that you are doing this on purpose, Miss French.”

“Well, I would hardly be doing it by accident,” she purrs in his ear, and she curls her hand around his cock, stroking him up and down as he begins to grow and harden under her touch.

“You little minx,” Rum growls.

“Your little minx,” Belle corrects, but Rum is in no position to make any kind of reply as she crawls down under the covers and closes her lips around the head of his cock, swirling her tongue around the very tip of him a couple of times before hollowing her cheeks and releasing him with a pop, looking up to meet his eyes and give him a devilish smile.

“Take a picture of this,” she dares him, and she can see him visibly gulp as she takes him in her mouth again, stroking up and down his shaft as she licks a stripe over the slit, grazing him with her teeth. She doesn’t take her eyes off him, and she can see his hands shaking a little as he raises the camera again and looks at its image. She hears it click and smiles around his cock, tugging at him a little and lapping up the first traces of salty fluid she teases from him.

“Oh Belle.” Rum puts the camera down on the mattress beside him and his hands come down to tangle in her hair, cradling her scalp and pulling on her curls. Belle flickers her tongue over the tip of him again, but then she just looks up at him, grinning as he bucks his hips up, his hold on her hair almost painful now.

“Please, Belle!” he whimpers. “Please!”

Belle shakes her head, disentangling his fingers from her curls and crawling up his body to straddle his abdomen, feeling the head of his cock brushing against her backside.

“Oh no, not yet,” she says, reaching for the camera where it lies discarded beside them. “I think I want to have a go with this first.”

She holds it up and looks at the image, shifting a little on his stomach and leaning back so that his tip rubs against her skin, eliciting a tortured groan from his lips and making him throw his head back in pleasure. Belle takes her chance and snaps the moment for posterity, before placing it carefully back onto the pillows and leaning in to capture a kiss. She’s got no idea if the photo will even come out, but she’s more than hopeful.

“Belle,” Rum groans. “Please.”

She decides to take pity on him then, since he has actually left the camera aside in favour of her. Now he’s had a taste of his own medicine, perhaps he’ll think twice before ignoring her in favour of photography again.

She slides back, bringing one hand down to line up his quivering cock and her slick entrance, and she presses herself down achingly slowly, letting him fill her up to the hilt, pinning him down to the bed.

“Tiger,” he rasps. “My beautiful, fierce little tiger.”

Belle smirks and rocks her hips experimentally; Rum howls with need and snaps his pelvis up into hers.

“Patience is a virtue, sweetheart,” Belle coos, raking her nails down his chest and flicking at his hard nipples, teasing another growl out of him, and she circles her hips again. “Although, it does feel like I’m doing all the work here, my darling.”

Rum just narrows his eyes then unclenches his hands from where they’re fisted in the sheets, snaking one down between their bodies to comb through her curls and slip into her slit just above where they join. The other comes around her back, pulling her down for a voracious, hungry kiss.

It doesn’t take long for them both to find that blissful release; Rum’s fingertips circling around her clit draw out a long groan from Belle’s throat and she feels his shunting hips still as he spills inside her. Belle nuzzles against his neck, smiling against his damp skin.

“I always say that good things come to those who wait, darling,” she whispers in his ear. Rum just snorts, and at length he rolls them over so that he can slip out of her, and they stay cuddled together, the sheets kicked down to the foot of the bed in their ardour.

Eventually, having come down from the wonderful high, Belle smirks to herself as an idea forms in her mind, and she reaches over Rum for his camera before slipping out of his arms and out of bed.

“Belle?” he asks, still somewhat spaced out as she backs up, trying to get the perfect snapshot. Her boyfriend, sprawled and naked and thoroughly fucked, about to be immortalised on camera forever.

She takes the picture and lowers the camera, grinning at him.

“Fair is fair,” she said. “After all, you’ve got more than enough pictures of me with no clothes on.”

Rum concedes that point. “True enough.”

She switches the camera off and puts it on the dresser, slipping back into bed and pulling the covers up to snuggle down ready for sleep.

“You know,” Rum mumbles, “it’s a bloody good job I print all my own photos.”

Belle giggles. They would certainly give a photo developer a shock. As she lets herself drift off, warm in Rum’s embrace, she thinks about the nights to come, and wonders.

Maybe he has a video camera.

[suallenparker]

@tessmays reblogged your post:bunch of venting and ranting about nothing...

Aw! *hugs* I totally know how you feel, people just suck sometimes.

Thank you *hugs* being hungry didn’t help either (I fixed that) and those TV shows just bothered me for a while … *sigh*

Thank you!

[suallenparker]

@tessmays answered your question: A Philinda Fanfic Writer Club?

Yes! I am definitely interested in this. I in general never have an kind of beta to go to so it would definitely help me. I also want to add maybe people who don’t write but can edit could join?

YES! Absolutely! Man, I can’t believe I forgot to mention it! Of course EVERYBODY who wants can make comments! :D

[ellanainthetardis]

10 Things I Hate About You?

As well as the anon who just asked the same thing:

never seen | want to see | terrible | boring | okay | good | great | a favorite

Put a film in my ask!

[forgetbahrain]

Post 5 ships from 5 different shows and pass this on to the next 5 people in your notifications

5 of my ships (in no particular order):

Philinda (Couslon/May) - Agents of SHIELD (OTP<3)

Finch/Grace - Person of Interest  

JavaJunkie (Luke/Lorelai) - Gilmore Girls

Gareth/Madalena - Galavant

Maiko (Zuko/Mai) - Avatar the Last Airbender 

[acetrainergalaxy-blog]

@tessmays I try to avoid it to because I know I'm I'm just gonna attract assholes. But yeah I was called a nazi last night by another jew for not being a Zionist