#tiedstill

[nowrots]

ALEX REED: [PINNED]: sender pins receiver against a wall // or reverse... perhaps...

she knows and he knows she knows. jordan's noticed the look in her eye when alex glances at him. it's sad in a way -- he thought that he had her lulled into a false sense of security. after all, how could he do something as horrific as the acts he's done in his past? he sees the prey animal in her face, rabbit staring down the vicious wolf. here's the thing: he's realized that he doesn't want to hurt her anymore. that still doesn't mean he wants to let her spill his secrets. some woman isn't going to be his undoing.

it's why he has alex pinned to the wall of her living room, his hands rough on her shoulders. despite that, his face is stoic, and his eyes fixate on her face like he's waiting for any change in her expression. " alex. " it's hard, finite. " i don't wanna hurt you. i just don't want you to run from me. okay? we're friends, right? " a hand draws upward, his fingers light on the skin of her neck as his thumb rubs against her jawline. " just don't do anything stupid and we'll be just fine. that should be easy for you, hm? we both know you aren't a stupid girl. just relax, alex. you'll be just fine. " @tiedstill

[nowrots]

ALEX REED: i can take more.

“ you think so, baby? ” he looks at her, hair fanned out across his pillow like she's some piece of art. it'd almost be peaceful if she wasn't naked, sweat a light sheen on her skin, with jordan trying to fit a third finger inside her (already stretched) cunt. his other hand is soft against her stomach, thumb drawing soft circles under her navel. still, there's something in his eye that wants to tear her apart, have her screaming and crying for him.

the crack of the lube bottle opening is a little louder than he had expected, but it's worth it to keep from really hurting her. it's not as if he needs it (because jesus fucking christ she's so fucking wet), but it doesn't hurt to have. it's a kindness he can afford.

“ i don't think you can. look at you – so eager to be used and pushed to your limits. babygirl, i think you'd let me hurt you because you – you like it. ” there's a soft laugh, lips pressed to the soft skin of her belly. “ what do you want, alex? want three fingers? four? my whole fucking hand? ” his eyes are dark pits when he finally looks up at her from his position, tongue sweeping across his bottom lip as he waits for her answer. @tiedstill

[nowrots]

ALEX REED: could you give me a hand with this ?

" oh, yeah. absolutely. " the grin is painted onto the side of his mouth, eyes scrunched into a facsimile of friendliness. he'd seen the moving vans come in that morning-- something normal and commonplace and just boring. honestly, jordan hadn't cared until he had seen the copper of her hair in the early morning sunlight.

so, that's why he's here. just to get a read on the woman. he reaches for the box, picking it up with little effort and a jingle of whatever's in it. " so, uh. looks like you're new around here. figured i'd come over and help and be neighborly. " he tucks the box under his arm, pointing at the house across the street. jordan only hopes that he's not coming off as too creepy. " i'm jordan, by the way. figured i should go ahead and get that out of the way. what, um, what room does this go in? kinda heavy, y'know. " @tiedstill

[vidaeodrome]

ALEX REED: Morning After

the morning sunlight beams in through the gap in the curtain, a hand coming up instinctively to block jordan's eyes. he can still taste cheap whiskey on his tongue (as well as a certain, sweeter flavor his brain really can't focus on at the moment) and there's a groan like he's already dreading the oncoming hangover.

a warm body lies curled under his sheets, copper strands catching morning. for a second, he's awestruck as he watches her sleep. even unconscious, jordan still thinks she's beautiful. there's a moment that passes before he leans down, pressing a gentle kiss to her cheek. "hey, i don't wanna wake you, but i think you should get home. " it's soft, mainly because he genuinely is sorry he's trying to wake her. he knows it isn't a far walk and she'd probably wanna get home and get cleaned up. after all, this is a one-time thing. @tiedstill

[vidaeodrome]

" can’t it wait until the morning? " there's something bitter in the tone, eyes locking onto alex as he watches her— well, he's not exactly sure what she's doing. there's a clatter of some noise, jordan's ears tuning in to hear what she's doing. it's paranoia, of course, though he assumes it doesn't help when she's in the house with a killer. a moment of silence, then, " what are you even doing? come on. sit down. we can watch a movie or something. " for a moment, he wonders if she's actually going to do it (and maybe there's a deeper part of him that wants her to). " c'mon, alex. it's late. you can wait, can't you? " @tiedstill

[nowrots]

3B M/F

it's easy to tie alex up — after all, she's much more diminutive compared to him. the look that she gives him, however, is pure fire, some anger deep in her gorgeous green eyes. there's a flourish as he tugs her ankle closer to her wrist, hands tying an easy knot together. her other side is tugged up the same way and jordan exhales softly like he's proud of his work. she's open under his touch, his gaze, as he draws his fingers down where her thigh is stretched. there isn't any part of her that he can't see, no part that he can't sink his claws into.

" oh, look at you. aren't you a gorgeous girl? " it's not as if she could really escape from this position — when he presses his fingers against her open cunt, jordan doesn't think that she doesn't really want to. a thought crosses his mind before he grabs a pillow, carefully putting it underneath her hips. he's cruel, sure, but he's not a monster. he fishes his cock from his pants, hardening both at the sight and at the touch. " how do you feel, hm? " there's a couple gentle spacks against where her clit is exposed, the corner of his mouth turned up into something almost mocking. @tiedstill

[nowrots]

ALEX REED: “ i  want  you  to  cum  in  me. “

his hand is warm against alex's stomach, fingers stretched out in a possessive manner. there's a part of his brain that wants to dig his fingers into her flesh, nails sinking into the viscera of her organs. jorand probably knows that she probably knows that the urge to harm thrums under his skin. it's one thing to have her pretend she's willing to play the damsel. it's another thing to actually hear the want that colors her tone.

jordan's eyes are dark when he looks up at her from his position pressed against her side. " — yeah? you want that? " he shifts, his nose pressed to her neck. " you're gonna have to ask me very nicely, alex. can you do that? " @tiedstill

[nowrots]

ALEX REED: [ injury ] a careful kiss on a partner's wound to make it all better.

the gash on her arm is by all accounts gnarly, a ragged slash from the back of her elbow down to the back of her wrist. it's a rough thing, though it's not because of him (not this time, at least). she had tripped, catching her arm on a jagged branch. still, it upsets him just a bit, leading to him stitching up the wound. it might have been a better option to take her to the hospital, but he thinks he's doing a decent job.

jordan wraps the gauze around her arm, something extremely focused in his gaze. it'd be an awful shame if alex bled out — getting it out of the floor would be a nightmare. he presses a soft kiss on the white fabric, jordan's mouth turned into something friendly. " there you go, sweetheart. good as new. i don't think it's gonna scar, so — you should be happy with that. " a pause, like he's sincerely trying to get the words together. " you gonna be okay? you took quite a tumble. glad it wasn't any worse. " @tiedstill