DDBA chapter 4: An open window.

// Finally, after spending some time observing Hayley, Matt decides to visit her.  He doesn't know what to expect, but he feels compelled to visit her. Something has shifted between the two of them.// 

Matt followed Hayley from afar. After their encounter during the attack on his office, he couldn't take the woman out of his mind. He was surprised by her fighting style, and although she did not confirm it, he knew she had been trained by the H.A.N.D. Now he wanted to see if she was still used by the organisation or if she had gone rogue like he did.  Matt followed Hayley around, keeping a low profile with a hoodie, baseball cap, and black sunglasses rather than his red ones in case people recognised him. He let his beard grow enough to mask the shape of his chin, and he investigated. Her days seemed to have a routine. She would wake up, have breakfast, and head to work. She was friendly with others, more than he imagined her to be, given how silent and withdrawn she was at home. During his week spent observing her, she was training, meditating, and reading. From time to time, he could hear the echoes of a podcast she would listen to, but rarely did she put the TV on.  She did it every three days to listen to the news she couldn't catch on her podcast, but that was it. She listened to true crime podcasts as well as crochet ones, which made Matt smile a little. That didn't prevent her from leading a very lonely private life. Aside from her coworker Melania, who called from time to time to check in on her, and her close neighbours, she sometimes helped because they were elderly, and she had no friends.  During the day, He would hear her warmly welcome new clients or wave goodbye at old ones. 

Matt also observed her at night, this time dressed as Daredevil. He would watch her don her costume and pay a visit to abusive spouses. Contrary to Daredevil's beliefs, there were women among the people she went after, and while they weren't nearly half the number of abusive spouses, they still were part of it and were treated the same as the men. Another belief that was shattered for him was that Hayley didn't brutalise these people the minute she saw them. Instead, she confronted them about their abhorrent behaviours and first tried to make them repent. On every occasion, the result was the same. They refused, accused her, insulted her, and tried to hit her, but they always missed because they were no match for her.  She tried to reason them one last time when they became physically violent with her and only when it didn't work (as it always did), did she resort to beating the living crap out of them. He watched her inflict pain, but not to the point of risking taking the lives of her targets. Matt had to fight the urge to intervene; part of him understood her motivations and would have probably done the same (only to feel guilty afterwards), but another part of him wanted to stop her. Some laws had to be followed, and she couldn't appoint herself the judge, jury, and executioner of these violent people.

One night, as he was patrolling the sector, he noticed that her window was open. Remembering what she told him, Daredevil slipped into her apartment through the open window. He cleared his throat and announced his presence loudly before he heard a reply from her. She was in the living room, reading a book, and invited him to come over. As soon as he walked into the living room, he noticed the warmth and nice jasmine scent that had filled the air. She was sitting on the couch, wearing nothing but a silky bathrobe he could only guess using his abilities. The fact that she didn't even try to cover herself and didn't seem to be embarrassed by the way she was dressed somehow tickled Matt, who couldn't help but blush slightly.  She grinned at him and gently patted the sofa so he could sit on it next to her. He realised that it was quite a simple room, with just a couch, a small table in front of it, a TV fixed on the wall, and a library with all the books she was reading. It was simple and cozy, and he felt that she was making some efforts to make him feel comfortable. 

"I'm not going to hurt you, so you can put your batons on the table. You can also remove your cowl if you feel comfortable. Your secret is safe with me." She reassured him. He listened to the sound she made by shifting around on the sofa and putting her legs on the small table before her. She put the book on her chest and looked at her ceiling. "I was wondering when I would see you. Today is not the first with my window open, you know?" 

"Awww, really? I missed an early opportunity?" -He chuckled and quietly sat on the couch.- 

"It's alright. I am just glad that you made it here tonight." -She bit her thumb and moved her leg so she could lay her feet on the couch.- "Do you...Do you want to drink something?"

"I'm fine. How about we--" -He cut himself short and scratched his beard with his forefinger. She turned around to face him, both feet still on the couch- "I have been watching you for a week." -Why was he so straightforward? Matt bit his inner cheek and tilted his head to the side, as if he was looking away from her- "I wasn't trying to be creepy, I wanted to know you better."

"Oh, I know that you were watching me. I spotted you a while ago, but I let you do it. I figured that you wanted to know who I was, what I do. I am sure you found out that I was leading a very boring life."

"A boring life? Come on, Lee... I mean, Hayley."

"It's okay. You can call me Lee." -She smiled at him and wrapped her arms around her knees- "And yes, a boring life. I am just doing my job. I beat up abusive spouses, and I read books in my living room. I don't go out, I don't go on dates.. I am boring." She chuckled. He liked the sound of her voice.-

"Well.. I know boring, and you're not boring at all." He tilted his head to the other side, and it felt as if he was staring at her.- "I have to say, I thought that you genuinely just went in a started to throw punches." - That made her laugh, and she put her left hand on her plump lips- "I'm serious! Ah.. I'm serious! I thought you broke windows or kicked doors open, and you just started to punch without saying a word."

"Ahahah oh my god! Matt! Ahah, I could.. I could have done it, yeah. I might have done it when I started. I was less patient than I am today, and I thought- I thought that coming at them with a flying punch was the solution. I realized that it didn't work well, I mean, it was silly of me to attack them without giving them any context." -She paused and stroked her chin for a brief moment- "I guess it felt good..." -She admitted in a faint voice.-

"I can relate to this. I remember how it felt the first year of being Daredevil. I was ruthless. I didn't care about breaking bones and beating goons and criminals within an inch of their lives."

"You were angry." -Not a question. A declaration. He pinched his lips together and furrowed his brows- "I was angry too." -It soothed him somehow that she admitted to being angry too. It felt good to have someone who could relate to him and wasn't judging him for his violent start or encouraging him to become more violent either-

"You were angry?" -She hummed her reply- "What were you trying to beat up?" -He didn't expect her to answer truthfully. His senses told him that the young woman's heart was starting to beat harder and faster. She passed her tongue on her bottom lip and shrugged-

"Do you really want to know?"

"I do. I want to know, Lee." -She rolled her eyes and leaned her forehead against her knees. She tightened her grip on her knee and lifted her head again-

"Alright. Alright. I had hit rock bottom when Melanie talked me into getting a job at the shelter. I was.. I couldn't see the light at the end of the tunnel, Matt. I had so much red on my ledger, and I thought that I would never be able to wash it clean. I thought... that maybe if I died it would be washed, but I just couldn't give up on living. I just couldn't do it...I wanted to live. So, when I was punching abusive spouses, for me, it felt like punching away all the evil I did." -She chewed at her bottom lip- "I was mad at myself, Matt. I still am."

"I'll ask you once, and I hope you will answer truthfully. When we fought each other, I could tell it had the H.A.N.D. signature all over it. Were you.."

"Yes! I was raised by the H.A.N.D." -She cut him short and pinched her lips together harder- "You figured that out alright. No. I'm no longer theirs. I ran away. Sort of." -She confessed in a light groan- "How do you know them? I assumed that you fought them before."

"I was raised by Stick. He taught me everything I needed to know about the H.A.N.D. And, yes, as Daredevil, I ran into them."

"Okay." 

She knew he did more than just "run into the H.A.N.D. She was there when they tried to take over Hell's Kitchen. They knew where she was, and a few were dispatched to kill her. When she realized that the H.A.N.D. was seemingly destroyed by Daredevil, she celebrated, believing that she was definitely freed from the H.A.N.D. It felt as if a heavy weight was lifted off her shoulders, and she wouldn't have to look over her shoulder for the rest of her life. It felt nice for the short moment it lasted. Soon enough, she realized that some members of the H.A.N.D. survived. They escaped and regrouped, and soon enough, the H.A.N.D. rose from the ashes. And the new leadership wasn't different from the old one. She wasn't safe anymore.

"I have to know something. How did you know it was me? You said my name, and it was as if the world crumbled around me. I didn't expect it. How did you know?"

"You... Ah!.. It's a blind man thing." -She curved a brow and ran her hand through her curly hair- " I mean, okay, you know that I am blind, right?" -She hummed her response- "Then you know that since I can't see, all my other senses are even better."

"Spit it out, Matt. Please!" -She chuckled- "What has betrayed me?"

"Your scent. You smell like fresh jasmine." -She blinked and chewed at her bottom lip- "Yes. I mean, I caught it the very first time we met. It was overwhelming, but in a good way! In a good way, Lee. I mean Hayley! I just... You smell like Jasmine, and it stuck with me!"

"I... I never thought I could... Ah.. Jasmine, you said?" -He could feel her heart beat faster against her ribcage and  the muscles of her face turn into a sheepish smile- 

"Yeah... It's... It's like your signature scent, something I know is only yours. It smells good! I mean, you smell good. Ah!" -He stroked his beard and slowly removed his cowl. He needed to feel more comfortable. She watched him in silence as his black curls appeared in front of her and he removed his gloves.

"You... like how I smell?" -She repeated, blushing uncontrollably and leaning into her couch. He nodded and whispered a little "yes" that made her sheepishly smile- "I.. I'm a bad host. Do you want to drink anything?"

"Yeah. A beer if you have some." -She stood up and went to the kitchen. It allowed Matt to remove his shoes. What was he doing? He acted as if he was going to stay for the night. He wanted to. He was drawn to Hayley, and he wanted to spend some more time with her. She requested he make himself comfortable, so removing his shoes and neatly placing them against the couch seemed like a good idea. "By the way, Heather and I  are done. I called her sometimes after my apartment was destroyed. We had a lengthy discussion about what happened, and she refused to even consider that I was targeted as Matt Murdock by the Task Force. She also doubled down in front of  Kirstin when she mentioned the attack on her office and her rescue by Daredevil." -He paused for a moment- "Either way, we're done." -He admitted, before shutting his eyes off and scratching his beard once again.- "I don't know why I'm telling you this. I guess I wanted us not to feel awkward."

"And why would we feel awkward?" -Hayley came back into the living room with two bottles of fresh Irish beer. She gave him one and then sat back on the couch.- "Do you feel that there's a  sexual tension between us?" -She jokingly asked while taking a sip of her beer-

"Well... I would be a liar if I said that I wasn't attracted to you. I didn't come here because I was expecting anything, okay? All I'm saying is that I'm glad to be here tonight and to share a beer with you."

She smiled at him and chugged down her beer. The truth was that she felt it too. An attraction to the super handsome lawyer Matt Murdock. It was subtle, but it was there. She thought he was handsome, enjoyed how straightforward he was, and even his sense of humour. She thought he smelled good and dressed sharply. She looked at him as he was drinking his beer and tried to reason with herself for a minute. What would be the harm in just sitting on his lap? What would be the harm in just cupping both of his cheeks? What would be the harm to just -- and before she knew it, Hayley had put her bottle of beer on the small table before them and closed the distance between Matt and her. She straddled him, forcing the lawyer to hold onto his beer tightly while he wrapped his other arm around her waist. She studied his face, well aware that she acted on an impulse and there was no turning back. She didn't want to turn back. She slowly ran her fingers over his face, as if she were seeing his face with the tip of her fingers. He groaned and leaned into the couch, his free hand slowly moving down her back and onto her ass. He squeezed it and elicited a moan from her. The sound made him groan, and he felt his length twitch in his pants. He wanted her, and from the moment she straddled his lap, there was no turning back. He felt no hesitation on her part, and that only fueled his eagerness for her.  Her breath brushed over his skin, and her lips slowly peppered kisses all over his forehead. 

"You'd better stay overnight, Matt. I make killer pancakes." -She whispered before she pressed her lips to his.- 

"I don't intend to leave. I'm all yours tonight, Lee."

-TBC-

Rp splove: Mine: Lux edition

🩸 For Lux, Jake is like honey. He’s like a treat that you give yourself after a hard day or hard task. He soothes her heart and brings her comfort. He makes her days much better than what she is used to. Jake is like freedom. She can be herself without any restriction. She can show her true form and act as she always does without making compromises. Jake feels like accepting her and her flaws. Acceptance of her bad days and acceptance of her dreams and desires. He wants the whole package, and this is as real as it gets.  For Lux, Jake is everything she thought she could never have again. And then some more. He’s a reminder that love exists, and she deserves it. 

For Lux, Jake is hers in a way that no one else ever was. With him, she reached a new freedom in her lovemaking. She’s free, she’s vocal, she’s laughing, she’s moaning, she’s loud and unapologetically herself. He’s hers in a way that his blood triggers something inside her. He has ruined other men for her, other lovers as well. She can’t imagine another pair of arms and hands to roam over her body. She can’t imagine another cock fucking her, she can’t imagine another pair of green eyes to stare at her intensely. Jake is hers in a way that she selfishly doesn’t want to share him with anyone else. Even before she realized she wanted to be with him, she hated the idea of not being with him. She hated the idea of not seeing him anymore. He’s hers in a way that she’s secure about their relationship and devotion to one another. Others can look at him, try and seduce him, but they can’t have him because he doesn’t even look their way. He doesn’t entertain that shit because he is hers. Just like she is his.

Rp splove: Mine: Sara edition

🎤 For Sara, Homelander is like sugar. She’s addicted to him. To his touch, to his voice, to his face, and his love. She is addicted to everything about him and some more. Sara can’t get enough of him. She always wants to see him, to cuddle him, and stay with him. She craves his company, his smiles, his laughter. For Sara, Homelander is like a good childhood memory. The type that makes her smile. The type that makes her chest feel warm and fuzzy. The type that makes her feel even more in love with him. Homelander is the answer. He is the answer to that question that haunted her since she was a child, “Am I enough?”  No one but Homelander loves her for who she is. No one but Homelander makes her feel like she is worth being loved. He is her everything. 

For Sara, Homelander is hers because only she can give him milk like that. Only she can feed her man and care for him while he drinks. Only she can feel in tune with him. Excited, aroused, needy for him like she is. Only she can make him say her name over and over again. Only she can make him feel weak in the knees, and patiently wait for her because he knows there is a reward there. And she loves every part of him. John, Homelander, anything in between.  For Sara, Homelander is hers in a way that would make it impossible for them to even look another way. She only has eyes for him; however, he wants to dress or be addressed. She only has needs for him. And with him, she can use her powers in creative ways.

Rp splove: Mine: Mary edition

🦜 For Mary, Tom is like fire. He can be both nurturing and calm, comforting, and he can also become lethal. He can burn everything around him. She knows her man, and she knows that he will always do his best to protect those he loves, but sometimes his demons come back to haunt him, and he hurts those who love him, too. She knows that he can’t be tamed and doesn’t want to. What she wants is to give him an ideal place to grow into something beautiful and strong. She wants him to thrive. She wants him to have a safe place for his bad ideas / awful moods. She wants him to see how much good he can do for his loved ones. He put them out of poverty, helped them cement their names in town, helped them build families and own properties, and somehow, he brought them closer to each other. He has that power.  People flock around him.  For Mary, Tom is a nurturing flame. He comforts her. He protects her. He makes her feel good. He helps her build and grow as a person. He helps her heal.  She will always protect him, her flame, her black stallion. 

For Mary, Tom is hers; in the need they feel for each other is impossible to stop.  She feels such a strong desire for him that he makes her act foolish. He makes her take a cab wearing nothing but a sheer dress. He makes her hose herself in cold water whenever she sees him. He makes her lose her words. Tom is hers because he lets her be Bad Mary. He lets her be in touch with her sexuality and be free. And she lets him be himself, too. The Tom who can get on her knees for her. The tom who can go harder and bruise her because he fucks her harder. the Tom who eggs her on and feels alive when he finally cums inside her Tom is hers because no one else can love him like she does. No one would ever dare tell him what they want or how they want it. But she does. She can.

Rp splove: Mine: Nëela edition

🔮 For Nëela, Klaus is like a fresh start after a series of unfortunate events. He is like a fresh breeze after a fire and brings new beginnings. Klaus feels like a comfortable living room by the fire, and a blood-curdling book you read while drinking wine.  He's cozy yet spicy. Klaus is the little element she needed to start a new life again. One where she can look at the future rather than look back at her past. She is optimistic and confident. Klaus feels like redemption, of some sort. And she will be damned if she let it slip away. 

For Nëela, Klaus is hers because he accepted her magic on him. He let her use it to bind him and find new ways to make him feel good. She’s comfortable in her magic and as her true self. It’s wonderful. He is hers in that only he can drink her blood. Only him can make her cum. Only he can make her lose control and trail off like that. There is freedom in their lovemaking as both of them can fully be themselves. She can be a witch and use magic on him. He can be a hybrid and use his fangs, claws, and whatever on her. He is hers because together they can be free, something they haven’t been in a while. Something they might never be, except when they are together.

rp splove: Mine: Bäahal edition

🐉 For Baahal, Jaime feels safe. He is the fort who will protect her against danger of any kind. He is an unwavering support, a protector of some sort, and someone who always looks out for her. Baahal feels that she can trust Jaime no matter what, and he will always do his best to respect his word and keep his promise. Jaime feels like the warm embrace of Viseryon. Something she can’t replicate since her dragon died, but something similar. She feels understood and safe with him. 

For Baahal, Jaime is hers. In a way that no one ever was before. He’s the first man who made her moan, the first who made her wet, the first to make her feel good when he takes her. The first to make her want more. He even is the first to make her cum. Jaime is hers, because she gave him all of her first times and her most precious treasures, and he his hers because she gave him his first times as well. They belong to each other, and she will always make sure that her golden lion is loved and cared for as he deserves to be. She would always make sure that he falls asleep with a smile on his face because he made his firecracker  cum  but she also made him feel good. No one can top that. No one can take him. She would not allow for it.

Rp splove: Mine: Oya edition

💚 For Oya, Dean feels at home. He is a warm apple pie and a nice cold bottle of beer. He is the comfort after the effort, the icing on the cake, the warm blanket wrapped around her frame when she’s exhausted, sick, or upset. Dean feels at home. He is her home. She finds comfort in his arms. She finds respite and safety in his arms. She finds peace. He is her peace. 

For Oya, Dean is hers to please. She knows how to help him unwind and relax. She knows how to make him drop the savior persona so he can just be him. She takes charge, she tells him what to do. She caters to their needs. Dean is hers to play with like putty in her hand and she would be damned if someone else wanted to do it. They wouldn’t understand his needs like she does. They would want him to act like a savior and a dominant when Oya knows he just wants to let her decide for them both. He wants to let her be in charge, so he doesn’t have to do it there, either. He’s the submissive to her dominant side, and no one can match that.

Rp splove: Mine. Elpis edition

Mine: sfw and nsfw

💀 For Elpis Pride is the promise of better tomorrows. He’s a promise of an eternity of adventures, of conquest, of delightful debaucheries. Pride is eternity, and when she said he’s mine, she means that they will build a life for each other. A life the other deserves, an existence that brings fulfillment to both.

For Elpis,  nobody can touch Pride.  She would never allow it. His body is hers to service, hers to touch, hers to please. His eyes can only stare at her, his mouth can only lavish her skin with attention when it’s not busy talking to her through it. His cock is hers to fuck. She’s possessive of him. She’s so possessive of him. The only thing she can allow is for others to worship him. She loves that they praise him. She loves that they need him, but they better not try to touch him, because then her angry nature would come back. Pride is hers like breathing is to humans: essential. A part of her and only he can satisfy her the way she wants to. Only she can satisfy him, the way he needs to. He is the dominant to her submissive, and she wouldn’t want it any other way.

WINDORA: Frustration

"I have to go, Red."

The rich voice of Lux's lover echoed through the bedroom. She met a handsome man at a gala, a brunette with green eyes, who promised her a fantastic night. At first skeptical, the redhead decided to give him a chance because he assured the vampire that he would deliver on his promises. His kisses were nice, not enough to make her legs wobble, but still nice. Unfortunately, everything else that came from that man's mouth was nothing but empty words that left a bitter taste in her mouth.  She rolled on her side and watched the splendid man slip into his vest.  He waved at Lux and walked out of the bedroom. How could one boast so much about being an excellent lover only to be a disappointment in bed? He didn't have stamina; he couldn't even give her ten minutes! He couldn't make it last longer with the use of his fingers and mouth on her! She realized that despite his decent size, he didn't know what to do with his length. Didn't know how to use it, didn't know how to make her feel him. No! All she had was a two-minute man who at least knew where to thrust his cock but didn't know anything else. How could he boast about being an excellent lover? How could he dare?  

"It's fine.... Leave!" -She groaned and rolled on her back. Her eyes stared at the ceiling, and she put her hand on her belly.-

What a dread this month had been for her! No matter who she picked, she ended up with either boring and not involved in their lovemaking, or eager but unable to keep up with her. One went limp from the moment she asked for them to go harder. Another apologized because he couldn't bring himself to spank her ass. All the beautiful women she pulled were either very timid or unwilling to switch. Neither of them was able to bring her over the edge. She did not cum. Not once! That frustration started to build up inside her, and her mind started to be plagued with the face of Jake when she had sex. When she made them grunt and groan, it was Jake's voice she heard. When they said "Madam", she remembered his face when he gave in to her. When they came hard - She made it a point to always make them cum-, she imagined that their slick was Jake's but always was she forced back to reality when she tasted their blood. None of them were Jake's. None of them made her lose her mind and crave their taste. Enough! Enough! 

"Fucking hell! Puppy! What did you do to me? "

She groaned loudly and hit the mattress with her fist. Before Jake, she wouldn't have complained about the lack of good sex in this century. She had resigned herself to enduring this sexual purgatory. Since meeting Jake, it became harder for her to pretend that she didn't care. She wanted more, and the frustration in her loins was too big to ignore this time.  The redhead scrunched her face up, grumpy as she was about the ordeal of the night. The vampire spread her legs, and her hand nonchalantly traveled down her soft belly and brushed over her folds. She bit her bottom lip, and her fingers explored her wet, puffy folds. She loved the sensation of her engorged lips and poking clit against her firm and small fingers. She loved the sensation of her soft, velvety little lips and shivered at her own touch. Lux's pussy was beautiful, smooth and puffy, with pink little lips and a tight little entrance.  A true lover, a genuine pussy connoisseur would have loved it properly. A true lover, like Jake, would have licked it; his large, raspy tongue would have lapped up her juices. Unf.. Jake's big tongue. The thought made her quiver and moan. 

Lux's fingers mimicked Jake's tongue. She spread her soaked lips with practiced pressure, her middle finger sliding up and down her slit, pressing a little harder on her clit. It made her draw in a breath as she imagined her big burly man eagerly attending to her eager and wet pussy. She remembered how good it felt when he fucked her with his tongue, when he lavished her pussy with his affection and licked her slick off of her. The thought made her groan, and she curled her toes. Her thighs pressed against her hand, but she forced them back open. "Keep those legs open, Lux...Keep them open for Jake." She was panting, her fingers resumed rubbing her folds for a moment before she slapped her wet pussy. "Fuck, you're so wet already! So messy! For what? For Jake?" She blushed and removed her hand from her folds. No! No!.. She wasn't seriously masturbating like that because of that human? She wouldn't meet him again! How could his face be the one she thought of when jerking off? Why was he back in her mind? Raaah! Frustrated and flustered, it made her hiss and her fangs protruded again.  She couldn't stop, not when she was hot and bothered like that! Not when she needed to cum as hard as she was. 

So the vampire hissed and rolled on her front. She groaned and slowly propped herself up on her knees.  She arched her back, so her ass would be up and spread her legs to have access to her pussy. Then, once settled, the redhead resumed using her hands on her pussy. She imagined Jake kneeling behind her, rubbing his fat cock through her folds. His hands grabbed her waist, his fingers digging harder into her soft flesh with the intent to bruise her. Lux whimpered; the overstimulation of her soft folds and entrance was driving her crazy. She imagined Jake's fat precum-beaded crown going through her folds, brushing against her sensitive clit and making her legs wobble at that touch. She wanted that cock inside her. She needed him to stretch her tight little cunt with his fat and heavy dick. She knew he would want her to lose her mind on him, to beg for his cock, to beg for him to ruin her like only he could. She could feel it, the way her pussy was quivering, pulsating against nothing as it needed to be filled.  "Fucking clenching around nothing! Raaaah!!! I fucking need Jake! I need him! His big cock, I need it inside me." She moaned, eyes closed, some of her hair almost preventing her from breathing properly as it spilled onto her face. 

She imagined him just rubbing against her, the same way she was rubbing her own slit. She could feel her puffy lips begging for more. She could feel her slickness soak her fingers and run down her thigh. She didn't stop teasing her folds, rubbing her clit as she imagined Jake do it for her. Lux shifted her position. slightly leaned on her right shoulder, and slid her right hand between her legs while her left arm was free to move as she pleased. She used it to spank her bubbly ass and felt it jiggle with force. It made her groan and she spanked her ass again, turning her cheek redder. "Fuck! Jake! I love when your big hand spank my ass like that. I love it when you own it. When you own that big ass of mine. When you sink your fucking fingers into it and make me fucking feel you! Haaaannn!!! Haaaan!! I need it. I need you!" She yelled, rubbing herself faster. Her feet hit the mattress, one after the other, but she was relentless in her actions. She kept playing with her pussy, rubbing her folds fast and hard and pushing on her clit with each passing of her hand. Her first orgasm hit her lightly.  She soaked her hand with her squirt and rolled her eyes further into her skull. It felt so good! It made her shake and fall flat on her stomach.  She rolled on her back and ran her soaked hand up to her breasts. She rested her hand there, panting and staring at the ceiling. 

How did he do it? How did Jake do it to make her crave his touch? She met him once! Only once and already no other lover made her pussy quiver like that. She imagined Jake at the edge of the bed, staring at her with his big, lovely grin on his face. He was handsome, warm... Sunny! His warmth was something she was missing. His strong arm wrapped around her frame, his warm breath against her neck, and his kisses. She was missing his kisses. Lux could feel tears well up at the corner of her eyes, and she knew that it was because she was missing Jake. Yes! Missing! Not just craving but missing that human. Her special human.  Still, as her chest heaved up and down, she felt another shiver go down her spine. She wasn't done yet. She wanted more. Her soaked hand, now cold from her juices, slowly traveled back between her legs. She resumed rubbing herself, still sensitive but still wet. "Look at you, Lux, still fucking wet for Jake. Still fucking needy for him! You want that, don't you? You want that big fat cock to spread your lips and fill you up, don't you? Haaan... You want to become his little cocksleeve again, don't you?" She nodded, responding to her own questions while her other hand squeezed her breast. She whimpered, her legs wide open as she imagined Jake on top of her now. 

"You fucking vampire slut! Look at you begging for that big human cock!" -She groaned, suddenly slipping three fingers inside her to mimick the sudden thrust of Jake's cock inside her.-

The stretch was brutal, not quite the same as when it was Jake who did it, but brutal nonetheless. It was the kind of stretch that left no room to think, no room to fill as her soft velvety walls and lips were tightly hugging his cock. It was the kind of stretch that made her scream his name "Jake! Fuck!". The kind of stretch that made her eyes roll into her skull. She was filled with her fingers, unable to bottom out like his thick cock would. Unable to feel the veins of his cock brush against her walls until she was wide open around his cock, filled, with his heat radiating inside her like he was branding her.  She was unable to feel his hot breath and his grunt at the sensation of her pussy milking his cock for all it was worth. No! Her hands were not enough, and she knew it, but she would do with what she had and fill in the gaps with her memories of Jake. Jake was too much, too big, too intense for her, and yet she still wanted more from him. She was craving the way he fucked her, intense, hard..stretched to her limits as he started to pound into her. Jake hands were holding onto her waist, keeping her in place while he was fucking her with a bruising force. He wanted to brand her with his cock, with his cum even. He wanted to make her his, and she welcomed it. In reality her fingers were mercilessly pounding into her, hitting nerves inside her sloppy cunt. The fingers of her left hand were pulling on her nipple as she fingered herself hard. 

The sounds her pussy made, were turning her on. "Split me open, Sir! Split that fucking pussy open! Haaan!! Haaan!! I don't want to think anymore!" She groaned. The room was now hot, and the air was thick with her arousal. It was smelling like sex -at long last!-, like sweat and the wet sounds of her pussy being fingered by the vampire was driving her crazy. Her long, pointy ears fluttered, and she bucked her hips, eager to meet her hand. She imagined Jake going faster, his hands moving from her waist to her thighs. She imagined him pressing his whole weight onto her, locking her in a position she couldn't escape from. Lux imagined him pinning her to the mattress, taking the vampire in that "mating press" position that elicited moans and whimpers from her. Her toes curled, in real life she was assuming the same position, her pussy spread open, her fingers squeezed tightly by her walls. Her left hand released her nipple, and she wrapped her left arm around her leg, so her fingers could spread her big lips to help her finger herself more. It was so lewd, so hot, to almost be folded like a pretzel in an attempt to make herself cum while she couldn't help but think of Jake and his big brutish hands putting her in whatever position he wanted to. She wanted to feel stuffed, so she added a fourth finger. 

That one made her whimper loudly, and she could only pump the four of them a couple of times before she pulled the fourth one away. "Too fucking tight!" She fake-complained. Her toes curled. "But you're made for Jake's cock! You're made for him, like the perfect little cocksleeve you are! Fuck!!! Shit! Sir! Shit! Fuck me like that!" She suddenly pulled her hands off of her slit to slap her puffy lips. "You're so needy! so fucking needy, Lux! Haaaann! You want that fat cock! You want it to stretch you open and seal you shut! You want him deep inside you! Haaaan!! Yes! Yes! Yes I fucking want it!" She ran that juice-soaked hand through her red hair and put it back on her pussy. She was hot, her cheeks were red, and her face was messed up. She was on the edge and could feel her whole body shaking. It was only a matter of minutes now, given the familiar knot in her loins, Lux knew she was about to cum.  So her fingers spread open her pussy. "Come back in... Please.. Please Jake! Fill me up again! Fill me--Aaaahhh!" She screamed again as two fingers slid back into her tight cunt. She quickly added the first one and resumed pumping in and out of her warm hole. Lux was delirious by now; she was still imagining kissing Jake, their tongues dancing together while he was taking her hard and fast.  She kept the hard and fast pace, before her imagination had Jake break the kiss and press his face against her shoulder. he kissed her skin there, and his shoulder pressed against her mouth. She couldn't handle it.. No! She couldn't! She had to bite him. She had to drink his blood while he was deep inside her. The memory of that blood hit her back. 

It was too much for her. Too much to handle and she squirted her juices on her hand, the sheets, her thighs..  She pulled her hand from her cunt and held onto the sheets she ended up tearing off.  Her body squirmed, and Lux cried those bloody tears. She cursed and rolled on her side. She cursed again and hit the mattress. Fuck! She was both happy and angry because the real Jake wasn't there. How could he be far away from her? Why did she /care/ about him?  Lux felt vulnerable, empty, and needy. She needed Jake. Those people she fucked in between had nothing on Jake. They frustrated her so much because they weren't Jake. They couldn't give her what he did. They couldn't fuck her like he did. What was the point in seeing other people if they all brought Jake back to the forefront of her mind? She noticed she had drooled as it was now soaking the sheet pressed to her cheek. She enjoyed herself and still felt the electric shock in her spine as well as a growing frustration. She couldn't come back to him. He wouldn't want to see her again. She wouldn't want to find him again -Lie! fucking Lie-. What a shame! What a fucking shame! 

-TBC-

Got (modern) : The blue nightgown

Jaime saw Bäahal walk around in that beautiful tight little blue nightgown and it caught his attention. Nakedness was beautiful but it was a natural state for the two of them. A naked body was just that, a naked body. But when the said body had an inviting attitude, then it became a promise. It wasn't just about being attractive to the eye, it was about anticipating the moment they would become one. Yet, the Lannister would always have a little preference for the garbs she would put on, to excite his imagination. He, for lack of proper terms, was a sucker for beautiful nightgowns, especially when they were made of lace, satin, and ribbons. He enjoyed the softness of the fabric. He adored how it hugged her curves so effortlessly and on top of it all, Jaime Lannister loved when Bäahal Targaryen kept them on while they were having sex.

It might have something to do with the different textures he had to play with. Her skin, the lace, her skin, the satin, her skin the ribbons. It might also have something to do with her being half-dressed as if they were in a hurry and couldn't wait to taste each other. As if she was a present he half-opened because he was way too excited. It complimented her figure, the colors were vibrant and explosive.. sending his senses overdrive. Jaime didn't know, but he couldn't contain himself when she was flaunting her nightgown-clad body at him as if nothing was happening.

That morning she woke up early, brushed her teeth, put her nightgown on, and started to make breakfast for the two of them. It was her turn to surprise him with breakfast in bed. It didn't happen because Jaime felt the shift of weight in the bed and woke up to an empty room. He scratched his chest and quietly went to the bathroom to brush his teeth before he went to the kitchen. He found her singing and swinging her nice plump ass to the rhythm. It felt right and nice for a Sunday morning so he stared at her with a grin on his lips. His girlfriend didn't notice him for she was way too deep into the rhythm but she didn't squeal when he went behind her and grabbed her waist. Instead, the silver head kept dancing and pushed against his hands to invite him.

Jaime grinned and danced along with her, pressing his morning wood right in between her plump rear, eliciting a groan from her. It didn't stop Bäahal from dancing and cooking for them both. Toasts with scrambled eggs were on their way. He kissed the crook of her neck, eliciting a soft moan from her. His hands were still on her waist and gently hitched her nightgown up, to expose her bare rear and have her feel better his raging erection. Bäahal pretended not to feel anything and kept cooking until he started to nibble on her neck. His hands gently roamed over her frame, feeling her taut belly, and her soft arms, and his lips covered her soft skin with kisses. It tickled a bit so she chuckled and then turned her face, along with her body to face him.

« You are a very very bad boy Mr. Lannister. I am cooking, do you want me to ruin our scrambled eggs? »

« Mmhhh I don't care about the eggs. You look delicious in this nightgown. » He grinned at her and wrapped his powerful arms around her waist, while she kept her hands on his cheeks.

« I don't know Mr. Lannister... Maybe you could show me how much you like that nightgown? »

She teased him. Her voice was low and raspy and he knew that she was in the same mood that he was. Carelessly, he ignored the scrambled eggs and took her to the dinner table where he had her sit and deeply kissed her while his hands were busy hitching her gown up to her waist. She grinned and pulled his flannel pants down to his thighs, letting his hard cock spring free. Jaime caught the gleam in her eye and grinned as she quietly grabbed his cock, already wet with his precum, and stroked it a bit while staring at his emerald eyes. He pulled away from their kiss and grunted in anticipation.

« Do you want me to show you right now? »

She nodded quietly and guided him within her petite core. As he felt her folds gently open and engulf his cock, Jaime groaned and shut his eyes tight. She felt so good that if he didn't know better he wouldn't be able to last any longer but he did know better so he breathed hard and looked up at her beautiful face. Bäahal was playful this morning, so welcoming and so loving. Her warmth literally engulfed him and overwhelmed the knight. He wrapped one arm around her waist and pushed her further onto his cock while his other hand held onto the table to keep his balance. She wrapped her shapely legs around his waist and pulled him closer to her frame.

It was a morning session, one that didn't have the emergence of the night. One that could last forever or never finish at all. They weren't looking for the finish line for they already reached it the night before. No, this morning, he simply wanted to greet her the proper way, the only way he knew would combine their bodies and souls. He wanted to be one with her and bask in the glory of the moment. Jaime relished her warmth and wetness. He relished the constricting muscles around his hard veiny cock. He enjoyed her soft moans as she wrapped her hands around his buttocks and was the one moving his hips to set up a pace. He let her go and have her fun while his lips would devour her. He took the time to taste his girl, remind himself why he couldn't get enough of her, of her spicy skin and loving smile.

« My Golden Lion...... You feel so good. » She allowed herself to say in a half-breathed voice.

She was so taken by the moment that she didn't realize her eggs were burning. The scent and smoke didn't bother them, they barely noticed the fire coming from the pan as she kept pushing him inside of her at a steady pace. It only was when all of a sudden the anti-fire system started to work (and therefore they were drenched in water) that Bäahal and Jaime realized that the breakfast was ruined and their kitchen along with it. The Targaryen started to laugh, thinking the situation was rather funny, and she wrapped her arms around her lover's shoulders.

« Ahahahah This is too much! I told you I was cooking and here you come distracting me with your big dick. »

« I...I didn't do that. What are you talking about? » He heartily laughed along with her and gently pulled away as the situation required their attention. Bäahal let him go and crossed her legs as she witnessed the disaster their kitchen became.

« I guess we'll have to go outside if we want to have breakfast. » She said while getting a little bit more decent.

Both were soaked with water but as the fire stopped, so did the emergency system. She smiled at him and jumped off of the table so she could kiss him and walk out of the kitchen. « I'm going to take a shower, maybe you could join me? » She offered.

What else could he say but « yes? » He followed her to the bathroom with his head full of unfinished stories and his cock still full of promises. 

Sort of.

COPG: Shenanigans

She didn't need to be handcuffed, sometimes, he would just tell her to be a good girl and she would let him manoeuvre as he pleased.

It wasn't so much the relief to let him think for her and make decisions than the sheer pleasure to see him operate and relish in turning her into a puddle of nerves. She loved it when he was enjoying himself, his moans, and his grunts were addictive to the goddess who couldn't help but want more of him.

She would eagerly kneel before him and take him in her warm and wet mouth. Her plump lips looked so good around his cock, firmly holding him there as she started to suck on him. Pride never could resist her tongue and lips on him. He never could resist her golden eyes locked on his icy blue ones. She was captivating, to say the least. His hand would run over her pink locks and hold a fist of it to prevent a strand from bothering her and she would love it. 

She loved his soft yet firm touch and the way he possessively held onto her hair as if she belonged to him and him only. Well, she did, they both belonged to each other exclusively, but Elpis enjoyed it when he acted so dominantly and made her feel like no one else could touch her but him. That he wouldn't allow it to happen.

He couldn't resist her mouth, let alone when she was looking at him with desire. She was eager and greedy, drinking into the sight of him being pleasured by her, of the feeling of him throbbing only because of her and from the anticipation of him filling her mouth with his essence. 

In moments like these, While she was the one working on him, it was he who was in control. Elpis had a task at hand and it was to make him feel good. She was the one who was servicing her King and she was the one who grew weak in the knees when she filled her mouth with his cock until it hit the back of her throat.   

She was the devil, she was his Light and she relished seeing him take control and make her do as he pleased. She ruined the Sin and left him wanting some more and if anything, it really was her little smug smile that always crept on her lips when she was done that turned him on the most.

Colby: Will you marry me?

Arrow House, 31st of December, 11:30

Helen Bridge had finally been dealt with. After months of threatening Mary's life and putting Charlie in danger, her associates and her were finally killed. Mary and Charlie returned to Arrow House and they resumed living without a Damocles sword above their heads. The danger was no longer looming over them and for the first time in a while, Mary felt relaxed. Tommy found her in the living room. She had removed her shoes and was leaning against the couch with her legs crossed. A glass of whiskey was in her hand and her green eyes set upon him. With all of this ordeal she had not even tackled the fact that before Helen tried to kill her, Tommy had been more and more forgetful and more and more distant.  She wanted to talk to him about it, about why he had been distant from his family but now wasn't the time. Now, she wanted to celebrate their newfound freedom. 

« I think we earned it.. some rest at last. » She whispered while stretching a little bit on her seat. Tommy smirked and sat next to her. She was right, they earned this day off.

« We certainly did. » He said with a grin as he chugged down some of the whiskey in his glass. « Now what? »

« I don't know. It seems we can do anything now. What do you fancy Tommy? » -She asked with a lifted brow as she took another sip of whiskey.-

« I'm not really used to having days off, Mary. I would have suggested we drink and toast to a better future for both of us. »

« I see. Well, we can certainly toast to a better future for both of us. Ever since you put me at the head of the Grace Institute we really went through a lot of shit.  I do not know if we're at the end of our struggles but I sure as hell don't want anyone to come after us ever again. » She said as she cheered and toasted with Tommy Shelby who chuckled and scratched his cheek.

« You're optimistic, eh! »

« I'm not. Don't get me wrong, I am happy that my mother is dead. I am happy that she won't be able to hurt us ever again. I never thought I would say these words one day and yet here I am, grateful for the death of my mother. I could care less if she only went after me, Tom, but she also went after Charlie and I couldn't forgive this. Charlie is innocent, he's our son! He's done nothing to her but she couldn't handle the fact that I was close to him. She couldn't handle the fact her mixed-raced daughter survived. She's gone for good, but the state of this country surely worries me. You see it, the rise of the far-right. Ada's been attacked because she had a daughter with a black man. I have been... Some people are ruder to me than usual. It's in the air, something's shifting."

 

« I hear ya Mary. I wish that things had been different, that you wouldn't be threatened by cowards. I wish I could let my guard down, but in this world we live in, I just can't.  We can't. » Mary nodded and pointed her glass towards him.-

« Preach it! That's exactly how I feel. Some people are deceptive and they are so good at it that it's difficult to know who is a snake and who isn't. I am always quick to forgive and move on but I am no longer as trusting as I used to be before. I can't afford to lose Charlie or you for that matter so I will be careful from now on. » -She said as she emptied her glass.- 

Tom remained silent. He thought she looked beautiful when she was angry and he didn't see the need to add something to her last sentence. Instead, he wrapped his arm around her shoulder and pulled her into a hug against his large frame. Fighting Mary's mother, Helen, had proven to be mentally exhausting to both of them. Mary struggled with her desire to find her mother and connect with her and the harsh reality that was the rejection from the woman who gave birth to her. She was also very well-connected and Tommy found out that she could have killed Mary, their son, and the people she cared for if he had not been careful. They held onto one another during this ordeal but Mary felt grateful to be sharing a moment of levity and happiness with him. 

He smelled good that night, his usual alcohol, metal, and tobacco scent she couldn't forget. Tommy also seemed to be relaxed so it made her smile and she wrapped her arm around his waist while her other hand held onto her empty glass of whiskey. Her heart was racing against her ribcage as she was close to Tommy once again. How long had it been since the last time they actually had some intimacy? She couldn't tell... weeks maybe.. months? maybe.  Tommy had been very oblivious and absent for a while so for the rare moments they were together, she couldn't think of anything but making sure he was alright. She would tend to his wounds, make sure he ate well, and would simply let him reach out to her when he needed to. Tonight, of all nights, she wanted more than just a conversation. She needed reassurance, she needed his touch, she needed to feel him.

It felt like all these months spent waiting finally came to fruition tonight. They were together again in her apartment, holding each other while sharing a drink and she was relaxed. Her body language showed that Mary felt comfortable next to him. She felt good and warm against his frame and he couldn't help but feel the need to feel her against his frame some more. His question still echoed at the back of his head as he struggled not to answer it with honesty. Of course, he had an idea of what he wanted to do now that the threat posed by Mary's mother was now gone. He knew what he wanted and had for the last 2 years but didn't know if he was ready. So he grunted, feeling slightly uncomfortable and prompting Mary to look up at his face.

« What's wrong? » -She ended up asking-

« I'm okay. » He replied in yet another loud grunt, clearly signaling that he wasn't so Mary pulled away from him and crossed her arms over her chest. « What? »

« What's wrong Tom? » She asked again, this time putting the empty glass on the table in front of them. « I'm all ears. »

« It's just... Well, now that your mother is dead and the threat's gone, what are we gonna do now? »

« Right now? Drinking that whiskey you bought for us. » She was joking and it made him chuckle. It brought a smile to her face and a glow in her green eyes. Tommy cupped her cheek with his large calloused hand and stroked her skin with his thick fingers. Mary stopped smiling and gave him an intense look.« What do you want to do now? » She asked with a shaky voice. He could feel she was becoming more and more stressed as she didn't know how he would react and anticipated his rejection but he didn't say a word for a minute.

« I want to stay here tonight. With you. » He genuinely answered, while his hand grabbed her neck. It made her gasp and she bit her bottom lip. He smelled good, and he was so close to her face that she couldn't help but move forward so her nose could rub against his.

« You do? » She whispered to him, eyes half-closed as she relished in his scent and warmth. Where was this taking them? She couldn't anticipate and didn't know if this would lead them anywhere but she wanted to try and kept playing his game.

« I do. I'm done runnin' away Mary. Been doin' that for too long now. »

He said as he put his glass on the same table before he grabbed her other cheek. Now that her head was secure and she would have to look at him, Tom's blue gaze became more intense. Mary felt the shift in his mood and blushed softly as she had trouble concealing her intense attraction to him.

« What were you running away from Tom? » Mary asked in a whisper. It made him grunt and he leaned his forehead against hers. That was the moment. That was the moment he had to tell her how he truly felt but Tommy needed a moment to gather himself so he could open up again.  Mary's breathing became more labored as she searched for an answer in his eyes. « Tom... I'm not going anywhere... »

« I don't want you to. » He replied in a hoarse voice. « I want you near, always. »

« I'm not going anywhere. The closer to you, the better. » She whispered and bit her lips again. She shut her eyes tight and put her hands on his chest. He was broader than her, large and comforting. He pressed his forehead harder against hers.

« I was runnin' away from you » He began. Her eyes grew wide and she stiffened at his words but Tommy kept his hand on her cheeks and neck. « I was runnin' away from the promise of a new life. »

«.......Tom... » -The nurse whispered and put her hands on his cheeks so she could hold his sharp jaw.- 

His words were making her heart pound into her ribcage even harder because she realized he was going to talk about his feelings and she wasn't prepared. Her breathing became more labored and she could feel unshed tears fill her eyes.

« When we started to see each other, I was an empty shell, a grieving man who felt guilty for losing the people he loved. I lost so much Mary, John, Grace, my old friends.... my whole world...I was so deep into my pain that I couldn't see anything positive again... And then you came along and you patched me up.  You took care of me, of Charlie... You made our lives better. I was given a chance to love again and I wasn't sure I deserved it. I wasn't sure you wouldn't die because of me. »

« Is that why you were so cold to me, for all these years? » -She said in a broken voice.-

He didn't let go of her head and pushed it up so she would look into his eyes. She wanted answers to appease her soul. For so long Tommy had put a distance between Mary and him that she believed he didn't actually love her. Lizzie meddled with their relationship and eventually made Mary believe that she was nothing more than a glorified nanny for Charlie. It took one bold move on Mary's birthday night for her to realize that perhaps, there were deeper feelings Tommy felt for her. It took even more for Mary to eventually hear a confession from Tommy. It took more for her to eventually start to feel like he legitimately chose her to share his life. Even these last couple of months, Tommy had been extremely distant from his family. She first chalked it up to his wanderlust and desire for freedom. After a while, it became worrisome and while Tom didn't tell her about his blackouts and seizures, for Mary, it felt as if Tommy was avoiding his family. Tommy nodded to give her a non-verbal answer. She exhaled loudly and then started to sniffle and cry those unshed tears that had been pooling in her eyes.

« I didn't think I deserved you. I didn't want you to be in danger because of me. I wasn't ready Mary. » She nodded and shut her eyes tight while he wrapped his powerful arms around her frame to pull her into a tight hug.

« What are you trying to say, Tom ?.... » She asked in between sobs. Mary needed to hear it from him and he understood why. His hand stroked her head as he let his fingers get lost in her brown locks.

« I'm stupidly in love with you. I want to marry you. That's what I'm trying to say. Marry me, Mary Colson! » -His eyes were so intensely staring at her that they sent shivers down the spine of the nurse who simply pressed her lips against his. She couldn't speak, not yet. Information had to sink into her before she could say anything to him. The reaction was raw and clumsy. It wasn't the first time they kissed each other or even had sex, but she wanted him right here, right now.

« Say it again! » She whispered, moaning in between kisses as she quickly straddled his lap. Tommy leaned against the couch, hands on her sides as he hitched her dress up and he used his bare hands to tear apart her panties. She ripped open his tank top, eager to feel his skin,  and ran her hand down his belt buckle she took off and his zipper she pushed down hastily. She didn't want to wait, due to pent-up arousal and the rush of adrenaline through her veins. Tommy didn't complain and instead, let her set his cock free from his pants, only to push her bare slit against it.

« Marry me, Mary Colson.. » -He repeated in a gruff voice, enjoying the sound of it more and more.- 

She grinned and started to rock her hips, the friction only helping his cock to get a lot more wet from his precum. He groaned, enjoying the sensation of her warmth against his impatient length. He needed to be inside of her without any sort of delay. After so long away from the green-eyed beauty, Tommy Shelby didn't want to wait any longer. He had to own her again, to make her feel good and to hear her voice. She understood his feelings, and listening to him claim his love for her only aroused the nurse even more. She kept bucking her hips against his to smear his precum all over his cock and get herself ready from the sheer friction between them. 

«I love you, marry me! » He repeated, this time running his hands over her soft back and holding a fist of her brown locks. Mary groaned and ran her hands over his burly hairy chest and felt him lift her body up so he could grab his cock and rub its tip against her slit. She chuckled and pressed her lips against his while he teased her entrance.

« Go ahead... » Mary encouraged him while her hands went up to his shoulders. He made eye contact with her, to study her very reactions and stop if he noticed he should wait some more. Her green eyes were glowing with the light of desire and given how eagerly she tore his shirt, he knew she wanted it too. With one swift motion, he filled the woman he loved with his throbbing length and snapped his hips forward, making her squeal in the process. It felt good, she had to shut her eyes tight for a minute to adjust to him stretching her nice little-wet cunt the way he did. Her fingers cupped his rough face and she pressed another kiss to his lips. « I can feel you throb so hard inside of me... » She groaned, while she moved her hips slowly up and down, picking up an urgent pace.

« Yeah? » It was a rhetorical question. Of course, he knew. Of course, he felt his cock throb inside of her and reach the bottom of her warm wet walls. The nurse nodded and yanked her head back as she arched her back. His hands on her waist kept moving up and down so he could help her move on top of him. Her moans and his grunts filled the room before he pushed himself forward so he could sit straight on the couch. Mary smiled at him, lips still trembling due to her overwhelming joy and she ended up wrapping her arms around his shoulders and pulling him into a tight hug.

« I will marry you... »She managed to speak before he switched positions and laid her on her back onto the couch, while he still was inside of her. He didn't wait for her to adjust to this new situation and resumed pounding into her hard. Her toes curled and she matched his thrusts with her pelvis, enjoying every inch of his cock inside of her. Her fingers scratched his back, hard enough to make him hiss but not enough to injure him. His name was at the tip of Mary's lips, merely grunted into his ear as he pounded mercilessly into her. « To---Tom--!!! Fuck!» The nurse groaned as she felt him hit the bottom of her cunt and bury himself there. Her eyes revulsed and she arched her back. « Tom.. love. » She wrapped her arms around his neck, making him growl lowly as his nose rubbed against hers. « I love you. »

« I love you. »

He mumbled while his lips pressed against hers in a quick peck. She lost her fingers into his black mane and looked into his azure eyes. Mary wanted his very senses to be overwhelmed with their emotions. She wanted Tommy to feel how much she needed him by the way her body was moving under his and how wet and tight her welcoming core felt around him. She wanted Tommy to see her love in her green orbs and the need in her desperate scratching. 

There was no time for patience and foreplay or teasing and other gentle plays. They were sealing their love with an urgent fuck, a desperate need to possess the other and make it real. He would have marked her if he didn't have a sliver of control left in him and she would have marked him if her nails were longer but didn't need bites or scratches to know they belonged to each other. They knew. They always knew. So Tommy Shelby pushed harder into her tight crevice, stretching her good with his large meat until she couldn't breathe while his hips smacked their flesh together. He fucked her fast and hard, increasing the friction between the two of them until he felt he was close to his release.

« Cum for me! » -He commanded, making her whimper under his assault. She sunk her nails into his shoulders, her toes curling harder as he was fucking her into oblivion now. « I want to see you cum !»

« Ahhh.. yes.. yes! I'm cumming, cum with me... cum with me Tom! » -She encouraged him.-

Seeing her body jump beneath him aroused the gangster who ran his hand from her shoulder to her neck he squeezed gently. It was a turn-on for the nurse who couldn't help but scream as she finally hit her climax. He kept his hand there, buried his cock deep inside of her, and emptied himself in a low growl. Both remained silent as they stared at each other. Both could feel their hearts pumping hard into their veins and both were still riding their own climax. Mary cried, due to her powerful climax, and wiped her eyes clean. A smile crept on her lips and she chuckled softly to herself.

« What's funny? » -He managed to say as he rubbed his nose against her cheek. Tom still needed some time to fully go limp so he didn't withdraw just yet to enjoy his woman's warm and tight wet crevice.-

« We haven't been this intimate for a while...Talk about a slow burn. »

« I kinda like how it ended though. » -He said with a grin before he planted a kiss on her collarbone.-

« Are we sure it's the last of it? » -She teased him, her fingers still lost in his mane.-

« More like a beginning. » -He purred in her ear.- « Does that mean you and me, we're getting married? »

« Silly.....we are. And you know it! » -She said blushing while he nibbled on her neck.-

« I just wanted to hear it again. » -He grinned and kissed her breasts. Mary's laughter turned into a grunt and she nodded.-

« So greedy... so demanding. » She wrapped her legs around his waist and her arms around his shoulders. « I want to build something with you too. As much as I love having you between my legs and inside of me, I want more than that Tom. I want to be your wife. I want to be Charlie's stepmother. That's all I need. » She moistened her lips and ran her hand through her brown locks. It made him throb inside of her and elicit a moan from the nurse.

« I can do that. » -He answered while slowly shifting his hips to resume thrusting into her. He was far from being finished but was taking it slow, giving her time to recover from the emotional trainwreck that it was before.-

« My family. » 

She retorted with a grin. And after several minutes, they were at it again. When they first met each other, both were a mess. Both were in denial of their pain and found comfort in each other. Yes, of course, he did his best to ignore his feelings for her and pretended that when they had sex, it was not that deep. It was just a need for them to unwind and find comfort with each other. But the moment they kissed it was already too late. He was already deeply in love with her. She was already in love with him. Their path toward happiness took a complicated turn. He wanted to make her an honorable woman, a wife, someone who would be justified in the eye of the public as Tommy Shelby's wife. Tonight was the conclusion of years of frustration and denial of happiness. Tonight was the moment they left the world behind and started anew. They become more than friends or lovers... They were a family.

-TBC-

TB (smut): Missing him

How long had it been since Sara saw her baby? A month? more? She didn't know! It already was too much. Sara was finally enjoying some downtime between the preparations for her next national tour. It had been such a long time since she could sit back and relax and she started to become irritated. Usually, when she was like that, Sara always managed to find a way to unwind. She would eagerly await the evening to spend time with Homelander and the two of them would "connect" in a way that only they knew.  She needed sex, that was very obvious. She needed it and he was /not/ available to help her, so it was really bothering her not to be able to have her baby and not to be able to be railed roughly.  So she allowed her imagination to run wild. Alone in her office locked twice, Sara had pulled her skirt up and buttoned down her shirt to her sternum. 

Her fantasy started with a kiss on her delicate neck after he had pushed away some black strands. She smelled good, as usual. She smelled like fresh roses. Her scent usually drove The Homelander crazy and he couldn’t help but bite slightly at her neck. As he grazed his fangs on her skin and savored the sweet taste of her skin, he became interested in going further down. She was sat on a leather chair, pressed against it and he quickly knelt in front of her. His azure eyes were staring at her black orbs and he grinned widely, baring his fangs at her and smirking seductively.  in her fantasy, Sara was reading a book and put it aside to focus her attention on him. His voice was thick with arousal and she understood that he didn’t want to talk about her books with her. He bent forward to kiss her but she put her hand in between them to stop him. She wanted to frustrate him some and make him groan so she pushed his face away and nipped at her bottom lip.

“No John, not your way...”

“Fine! What do you want then?”

He was curious, she was playful. She knew he wanted to pounce on her, possess her like a wild mammal to fulfill his need but she had other plans in mind. She wanted to first lose her mind. Usually when he was almost driven crazy but his natural urges, she would let him undress her and ensure she was wet enough for him before he took her. Sara could easily be turned on, and that night was not any different. from the moment she saw his face, she was starting to get turned on. yet,  that night, she wanted to be pampered first. Both of them had been mentally exhausted and frustrated. The boys were wreaking havoc and becoming more of a threat than ever. There had been a whole debacle with Soldier Boy and everything ended up making Sara worried for Homelander. It ended up stressing the fuck out of him too which was the perfect reason for both of them to get together and unwind.

She grinned and pointed with her forefinger down below, to her navel, then a bit further down. Her mischievous gaze met his curious one. He understood what she wanted and slowly started to tear her tank top. He let her feel the cold gloves against her boiling-hot skin, which made her arch her back and shiver slightly. He was between her legs, which since she was in a chair, were naturally spread on each of his sides. He pushed open the fabric so he could have a better view of her lush breasts. His eyes were flashing red light as his excitement with over the top, for he was less and less in total control of his instincts. That tiny little red line he could so easily cross was the only thing that prevented him from lasering her out. He still had control, of course! and anyone else would have been scared but not Sara.  

She was turned on even more because she knew how much control he needed right now and how hard he was fighting against the urge to simply take her right here and right there. Her request, at such a moment, was a new challenge for him and she could see, the veins on his arms and neck. Her breath was sharp but she held his blue gaze, to see his very reactions to whatever she might be doing next. He was watching indeed, breathing on her warm inner thigh. Sara rolled her hips and cupped her supple breasts,

“Go on baby..” She breathlessly commanded as she started to knead her large bosom. He watched intently but obeyed her command,  he used his hands to push her skirt down her legs. It was painfully slow so she could hear the screeching sound of the pushed fabric. She helped him as she moved her hips upwards so he could remove quickly the fabric as well as her ruined wet panties. Sara smiled at him and curbed a brow as Homelander moistened his lips and wrapped his muscular arms around her toned and thick legs, ready to oblige her request. The scent alone was driving him crazy and he knew that the moment he would venture his tongue down there, the moment he would lose control of himself.

But could he be blamed?

Sara rolled her head as her fantasy took off and she could feel shivers go down her spine. She loved the idea of her Homelander eating her out. She moaned out as her fingers replaced his tongue in reality. She rubbed her folds, felt her wetness coat her fingers, and made it easier for her to slide her fingers in and out of her tight little core. She could feel her toes curl as she went faster inside her hot pussy. She could almost feel as if he was there as if his tongue was tasting her and visiting every crease and crevice inside her warm hot little cunt. Oh, how she wished he was there. How she wished he could fill her up.  

She wanted to hear him talk to her, to hear him speak crudely to her ear. She wanted to feel him stretch her little cunt with his tongue, to make her moan his name, which she did as if he was the one making her quiver and lose control. Her eyes rolled back into her skull and she closed her legs around her hand. She needed Homelander. She needed him so bad that even though she managed to bring herself to completion. it wasn't the same as if it was him. As she came hard, soaking her chair and her legs with her warm essence. She gasped and shook, her mouth unable to stay close as she needed to moan loudly. Her hand ran through her hair and face. She tasted herself, licking her fingers with eagerness until she finally leaned back into her chair. She was missing her boyfriend and she needed to reach out to him. So she grabbed her phone and tried to call him in hopes he would answer and they could meet again. 

Would he answer? 

got modern: what happens when I misbehave?

 And what happens when I am testing your limits and you can't resist any longer? What happens when I've been a brat all night and you must teach me a lesson? You told me I was beautiful. You told me I was sexy and that I should behave so you could keep control of yourself. I didn't! I knew you were looking at me. I knew you watched as I was courted, touched, and invited to dance. I danced and laughed all night with an eye always set on you. You were patiently drinking your glass of whisky. you were patiently waiting until I was done misbehaving. When we walked to your car at the end of the night, you pressed me against the car, you wanted to scent mark me, you wanted to wash the night off of me but you knew you couldn't do it in public, where anyone could find us. So you grabbed my throat, firmly enough for me to feel your intention. You brushed your thumb across my lips and pulled me towards you so you could press a long kiss to my temple. Your voice dropped and you whispered in my ear, asking me how long I thought I could get away with testing your patience. You gripped tighter and I couldn't contain my moan. There you were! assertive, hot, and bothered! There you were, overwhelming me with your intensity. Here was my reward for having been such a bad girl tonight.  

Doya: She knew what she was doing

It was a calculated move from her, to sit on the chair near the kitchen table wearing nothing but a white t-shirt and a white thong.  It was calculated to do so when Dean came back from his errand, thirsty for a beer and perhaps, ready to cook something for both Oya and him. Oya knew what she was doing. It didn't even take a second for him to notice her in the room. She was posed like a model and his emerald eyes couldn't help but travel from her shapely calves to her legs, to the string of her thong looking like a string of pearls against her ebony skin.  Did she oil her skin too? Dean couldn't stop looking at her, wondering if she did it on purpose just for him. He could feel his throat turn dry and his lips parched up for a thirst that had nothing to do with beer anymore. His eyes kept moving up, averting from her thong to the wet and sensual skin of her taut stomach, to the hem of her white t-shirt. 

It was so snug around her chest, so fitting, and yet it only outlined her chest. Oya rarely wore white, although the color was complimentary to her skin. So when she did wear white, Dean couldn't help but be struck by the perfect combination that was.  His eyes averted from her chest to her face and here she was, his beautiful wife. Oya's face was a work of art and if he had not seen her in action, he would have not believed she was a hunter. She was gorgeous and powerful. She was a skilled hunter just like him, a badass pint-sized woman who could give him a run for his money should she decide to. Her curly black locks crowned her doll face perfectly, so much so that when Oya turned her head to look at him, her hazel eyes stared at him, Dean swallowed a lump. 

Oya was perfect, every which way Dean looked at her, he couldn't help but marvel at his wife. He loved everything about her, how fierce her gaze was, the beautiful smile she always had on her face when she was looking at him, the scars on her skin (especially the scars on her arms). Everything about her was perfection, everything down to her attitude. She hooked her finger and motioned for him to come closer to her, to have a better view of the work of art she was and he indulged her request, taking it as a command.  As he drew closer, he noticed that yes, she did oil her skin from head to toe. She painted her nails to enhance her beauty and was wearing her wedding ring as the sole jewel on her body. Her thong and shirt were soaked by the oil and clung to her body, betraying each delicious curve she was hiding underneath. His mouth opened but he couldn't think of something clever to say, so he abstained.  She kept asking him to close the distance and slowly but deliberately said in her adorable accent "Have a seat." To which he complied and took a seat in front of her. Oya's face lit up as she had Dean exactly where she wanted him to be and Oya climbed the desk, sitting in front of him with her legs spread wide enough for him to sit his head between them. He watched as her hand slowly stroked its way down her stomach and she slowly pulled on the fabric of her thong. "Now now... Be a good boy." And a good boy he would be. 

-TBC-

A vintage's touch: Mary and sinful curves

 She was pushing him to his limits, making it impossible for Tommy to keep his hands to himself. She knew, oh she knew damn well how to get him all worked up, how to pretend she didn't see what she was doing to him. Mary knew she had his full attention, whether he wanted her to notice it or not. 

 She could tell when his intense baby blues were set upon her, the way he would slowly undress her, the way his hands would ache to touch her body. Mary knew, but she wanted to push him to the end of his willpower. After all, he had been away for far too long, leaving the young woman to fend for herself and cater to her own needs. 

After all, she has been missing him and she wanted to punish him for keeping her away from him. or maybe that was the other way around. Either way, Tommy would be made to feel the urge to claim her from deep within himself. Mary was a menace, a stubborn menace, a squishy and tender and soft menace with a body made for sins, for Tommy's sins and she intended to make him sin

TB: sensuality

She didn't need to be handcuffed, sometimes, he would just tell her to be a good girl and she would let him maneuver as he pleased.

It wasn't so much the relief to let him think for her and make decisions than the sheer pleasure to see him operate and relish in turning her into a puddle of nerves. She loved it when he was enjoying himself, his moans, and his grunts were addictive to the Supe who couldn't help but want more of him.

She would eagerly kneel before him and take him in her warm and wet mouth. Her plump lips looked so good around his cock, firmly holding him there as she started to suck on him. He never could resist her tongue and lips on him. He never could resist her black eyes locked on his icy blue ones. She was captivating, to say the least. His hand would run over her black locks and hold a fist of it to prevent a strand from bothering her and she would love it. 

His soft yet firm touch and the way he possessively held onto her hair as if she belonged to him and him only. Well, she did, they both belonged to each other exclusively, but Sara enjoyed it when he acted the part and made her feel like no one else could touch her but him. That he wouldn't allow it to happen.

He couldn't resist her mouth, let alone when she was looking at him with desire. She was eager and greedy, drinking into the sight of him being pleasured by her, of the feeling of him throbbing only because of her and from the anticipation of him filling her mouth with his essence. 

In moments like these, he was the one with handcuffs, the one she put on a leash because he couldn't resist her, and she was the one in control. He was the one who was weak in the knees and who moaned her name as she engulfed more of him up until it hit the back of her throat. She was the devil; she was his goddess and she relished seeing him hand control and power over to her as she sucked him dry. She ruined the man, and left him wanting some more and if anything, it really was her little smug smile that always crept on her lips when she was done that turned him on the most.

got Regular: Yearning

 // It's a little hawt, sorry, not sorry. 

xxxx

The Red Keep, past noon. 

The princess had been debating with herself whether or not she should leave her bedroom. She had wanted to welcome Jaime Lannister after all those weeks spent apart from each other. She knew that if she knocked at the door and if he let her in, she would never be able to leave his room. She gasped softly, as the face of Jaime crossed her thoughts. She focused on his smile, the one that always dissolved her resolve. She couldn't help but daydream about his smile, an endearing smile, a charming smile that sent a shiver down her spine.  She always started by imagining his smile, then what his mouth could do to her. It always gave her goosebumps, to imagine Jaime nibbling on her neck. She could feel her lips tremble at the sensation of his lips pressed against the sensitive skin of her collarbone, her belly, and her inner thighs.  the thought made her moan softly and put her warm palm against the door. 

The princess and the Golden Lion had only shared a kiss. They had never gone further, not even when they were sleeping on the same bed together. Jaime wanted to do things properly, he wanted to earn the right to be with the princess and do anything in his power, so it wouldn't happen. They wouldn't consummate their love, which was leaving Bäahal yearning for his touch. The princess admitted to herself that sometimes, she imagined him in between her legs, putting his mouth to work the best way he could. She imagined he would want her to be ready for him. He would want to have a state of her and to make it happen, he would lick her sensitive folds, tease her sensitive button and praise her. his voice would rumble and send vibrations through her skin, and she would moan again.

Bäahal had always hated sex. Unfortunately for her, she wasn't given the opportunity to appreciate it. All the men in her life had always taken all they wanted from her, regardless of what she wanted or desired. They took and left her on her own, wrapped in her own shame and disgust. She learned to make it less painful, to tame and retain control of her body and what she wanted to take and do. Bäahal had always hated it and she found relief as soon as she set herself free. She had hated it until she met with Jaime.  Since their first kiss, the woman couldn't stop thinking about him. She could feel her blood boiling whenever she thought of him. She wanted it from Jaime. She craved it from Jaime. She craved him. 

The princess pinched her lips together and tried to stop herself from panting. How could she? When Jaime was so close to her? She knew that if she opened her door and went to his, she would want to feel more than his mouth. She would want to see his emerald eyes focused on her face as he would slide his fingers inside her. she could hear his groans and moans. She could feel the strong and calloused digits of his tease the soft and wet walls. She wanted him to marvel at her taste. She wanted to hear his praises, his desire, oh she wanted to hear him claim his love for her and his desire to fill her with it. Jaime would drive her to her climax, something she had managed to discover by herself. He would make her hunger for him get stronger, so much so that his fingers would not be enough. 

His fingers would never be enough just like hers couldn't satisfy her anymore. The princess had tried. She had tried so many nights to no avail. Just now her fingers were glistening with her juices, her impatient love juices. She had wanted to get rid of the tension that grew from the moment she saw him return from his mission. It failed because instead of calming her desires, it only fanned the flames of Eros. She had never seen Jaime naked, but by the seven gods, had she wished she did. She could only let her imagination run wild, replace herself with his length, try and imagine with what she had experienced before, how it could be turned into pleasure. She wanted to hold his cheeks with both of her hands and stare at him as he would claim her body. She wanted to kiss his skin, no matter where just to let him know how much she loved him. She wanted to run her fingers through his blonde locks and massage his scalp while he would make her his. 

Was she greedy? Was she able to stop thinking about it? Bäahal wasn't sure she could nor that she wanted. She knew that exciting her imagination would make it difficult for her to stop, but it was way too late now. It had been years. It had been years since they first met and passion was overwhelming her. She groaned, hitting her door as she wanted to stop herself from opening the door but Bäahal had to admit that she couldn't. She had to open the door. She had to see him. Daenerys be damned. Punishment be damned. She was craving Jaime and she didn't want to wait any longer. She had to see him. She had to see him. So she opened the door and crossed the hall until she found Jaime's door. A soft knock on the door followed by the following sentence. 

"Jaime. Jaime, open the door. "

-TBC-