#c. peyton

[traegics]

Closed Starter - @vilisisms (Peyton)

He knew the second the spell had started to fade that he would be needed to go from off-duty to on-duty, even if he was part of the homicide unit. All hands would be needed to investigate this and to ensure that nobody had been gravely harmed but that didn't stop him from ensuring he found Peyton and Charlee first. He'd made his way through the slowly depleting crowd before the pair had come into view and he his pace quickened ever so slightly before he came to halt in front of the younger mother and her daughter. "You okay," Ryker questions almost instantly, dark gaze scanning over the pair once then twice and one final time to confirm for himself. "They might ask me to stay and lend a hand but if you don't feel comfortable going home alone I can try and get out of it for the night. Say the word."

[mutatedangels-a]

@hellfollowed spun the underused muse roulette! ** ...and got peyton! [ based on this plot - #1 ]

"Jesus Christ, you scared the bejeezus out of me."

Peyton's voice is muffled from the other side of the glass. Somehow, her bodyguard has weaseled their way into her game shop before opening hours. Only three keys exist—one wit her, a back-up at home, and a set with one of the managers. Maybe it's time for her to upgrade her security system.

She opens the door and brushes past the other, fully intent on giving them the cold shoulder. If it's not already obvious, she wholly disagrees with having a babysitter follow her around. "It's cool if you stay here all day," she says, turning on all the lights in the store, "but could you at least pretend to not be so scary? You'll scare my customers away."

[full-tiltboogiearc]

@carp3diems // peyton x aurora

"Are those nervous jitters I hear?" Peyton looks over at Aurora, tilting her head. She gives her an encouraging smile and pulls her over, positioning her in front of the mirror. The pair were in the middle of getting ready for Aurora's upcoming show in just a couple of hours. "Take a look at yourself. Look how gorgeous you are. You're gonna do amazing."

[traegics]

Pushing himself back up to his feet, his gaze meets her own, a pointed look given to her. "Peyton, if there's anywhere that I would rather be," Ruslan stated firmly. "It's right here with you and Charlee. Nowhere else and I'm sure as hell not going to let you work and watch our daughter at the same time when I am more than capable of watching her for you."

"easier said than done." peyton remarked, although with him near she did appreciate his reassurance. at least their little untraditional family was safe for now and that did calm her worries. "you sure you wouldn't rather be with the wolves out back? they looked like they were having a hell of a time. you can, you know, i don't mind working with her on my hip."

[traegics]

Closed Starter - @xlcsinggrip

Knuckles rapped against the door, frame leaning against the frame as arms crossed over his chest and his dark gaze fell on the mother of his child. "Hey," Ruslan greeted softly. "I just wanted to check in on you, make sure you were okay. I know last night was a lot for you."

[full-tiltboogiearc]

Eight years. Peyton tried not to show her shock on her face, but she wasn't used to hiding the way she really felt. "Shit. I can't even say I was friends with my parents for eight years," she snickered. Her relationships with them ended the moment they decided to get a divorce. They were no longer her parents and more like two psychotic adults who, unfortunately, had authority over her. Needless to say, she was glad when she was finally old enough to move out. "That's crazy. I had no clue it's been that long." She bit her lip. "And so this guy's the one, right?"

"He better, cause if not he's a liar." She claims, a quiet laugh sticking in her throat. "Still, after eight years you can't just throw something like that away. Even if he is a total fucking douchebag who deserves to be castrated sometimes — it's not always his fault, I do give him hell." She trails off, her voice fading into the moment as she finds herself saying more than she intended to. "Anyway, he swore he'd die if I left — so either he's a liar or he better drop dead."

[yellowarchivee]

Riley

[pytndyer]

closed started for: @gracecromwell

location: ice rink

It was ironic that the last time Peyton had gone ice skating was with Gracie herself. This time he had agreed (it had been his idea) to go ice skating. He didn't understand why he suggested it in the first place because he wasn't the best ice skater.

"Can I get, uh, size 12.5 and a size 8." Peyton asked before turning towards Gracie, "You are still an 8, right?"

[traegics]

He had noticed her wonder off, head tilting from across the room as he watched her disappear into a room before excusing himself from the conversation he had been in the middle off, emptying his glass of liquor quickly and placing it on the tray of a passing waiter as he pushed his way through the crowd and towards the room the blonde had disappeared into. Her quip was met with raised brows, an amused look, and a light chuckle as the wolf shut the door behind him. "If I shouldn't be in here then you certainly shouldn't be," Ruslan is quick to jest back before shaking his head and allowing for his grin to soften. "You alright, P?"

✧.*― peyton morgrave / open event starter /@exitiumstarters

she had sneaked away from the main party to find some peace and quiet for just a moment. it was odd to think that just a year ago she had felt so unfamiliar with the compound when she would visit it or drop charlee off. it was even more odd to think just a year ago she had been leaving in a trailer and now she lived in this compound. someone entering the room she had been using as her hiding spot gained her attention, a brow raising in jest at them. "you really shouldn't be in here, you know--" peyton said it, but she could care less about where the guest roamed as long as they didn't find the room with the kids in it.

[lonelyhcart]

closed starter : @pytndyer

where : their apartment .

It's been just over two weeks, and the bitter sting of her brother abandoning her at the town's Halloween party continues to linger. Her big brother... just walked away. He left her there without a single text or goodbye - just as their mother had done all those years ago. And because of this..

She wanted to avoid - no, she needed to avoid him. She didn’t want to say anything that couldn’t be taken back. Surprisingly enough, she found the task pretty easy, especially since she was hardly ever home now. She offered to work extra hours ( which her wallet wasn't mad about ), came home at odd times, and occasionally even chose to stay over at Sterling's, Isla's, or the place of the owner of the red hoodie she was currently lounging in.

She would eventually come around - sooner rather than later, right?

She hears the faint jingle of keys from the hallway, quickly followed by the sound of the doorknob turning. "Pey?" she asks, her voice tinged with uncertainty. That’s what happens when multiple people have a key to your home - she really needs to remember not to mention that to him.

Her features relax as she recognizes who it is. "Hi..." she says softly, pausing for a moment before gesturing to their coffee table cluttered with takeout boxes. "I've got a whole-ass buffet of Chinese food over here if you want some. They kinda fucked up the order."

[ofescapisms]

@arcanae

There were few things Peyton loved more than getting to catch up with her favourite musician, so having a drink with Aiko already made her day. “So how’s it going, superstar?” she grinned. “I figured we should work out a game plan to try and get Lizzie to choose our side, what do you think?”

[mutatedangels-a]

The wave that overwhelms her body is akin to catharsis. Her back arches and her thighs squeeze around his head. The sensations from the toy coupled with his own tongue fucking her send her into complete overdrive, and her eyes squeeze shut. When she opens her mouth to moan there's, initially, no sound, the wind having been knocked out of her. But eventually, when a cry comes through, it sounds sweet, slutty, thankful.

When he lets go, she also lets go, and she's breathing heavy against the pillows underneath her. A blissful smile's on her face and she nods. "Uhhhh-huuuuh," and it's almost sang. She reaches out to push Riah's hair out of his face. "Thank you. You look so handsome."

And it's true. He does look handsome. From his long hair to the outline of his dick in his pants and the little wet spot that's formed there from the precum inevitably leaking out of him. He's the only one who has ever felt and looked right between her legs or on top of her or behind her. Those who preceded him were merely placeholders, pawns that brought her ever closer to him in ways that only fate is aware of. You won't ever find her questioning it.

She lets Riah toss her around wherever he needs her to be because, though her last climax was just seconds ago, she's already craving more. The thing with these two is their fights can last for hours and so can their sex. And she's not fully sure because she doesn't live in his head, but she wonders—she wonders if he returns to a primitive, pleasure-seeking state in the same way that she does.

In that state it doesn't matter what's done or what's said (though respect for one another's wishes is always in the back of their minds and, if anything, she knows either of them can stop and ask and check on each other and it won't ruin the mood—or even if it does, that doesn't matter), all that matters is how many times can we make each other cum. What more can we do to make each other cum?

With her face down and ass up, Peyton smiles to herself and gets comfortable against the pillows. The whole pre-ritual reminds her of a nice day at the spa, and she's giddy with excitement of what's to come next. A gasp, then a needy whimper whenever she feels his fingers start fucking her.

It's been a long time since she's had anything inside of her so she admits, a little desperately and pathetically: "That's. So fucking big."

Then she feels the vibrations return to her clit. She likes it when things are going hard and fast, but there's something about when things are slow and one-note. It makes their lovemaking dimensional. And who else can say their ex-boyfriend gives amazing massages?

A long, drawn out moan escapes her and she looks over her shoulder to make eye contact with him, eyes darker and somewhat lidded. She smirks, feeling him press his hard-on against her.

"I can't wait to feel you pound me," she tells him proudly in the hopes she might convince him to start doing so. Though she knows he'll want to make her cum one more time before. Her swelling clit's already started to ache with that familiar feeling.

    Good. Every time she says that nickname in her pretty, pathetic little broken voice while he ravages her gives it that touch more power over him in every other fucking situation, but it's worth it. Yeah, the hand on her thigh is leaving bruises again, and he's temporarily giving up his ability to breathe to make sure she cums on his face. There are few trade offs in life as in his favor as that one.

Since she's close, he puts the toy back on her clit and shoves his tongue into her instead. It'll do a better job at guaranteeing she gets off than his tongue -- enthusiasm and knowing Peyton is well and good, but his tongue was not designed by a team of engineers for the specific purpose of getting off anyone with a clit.

Sadly. That would have been nice.

Regardless, he gets cum dripping off his chin as a reward for his efforts and turns the rose off, sitting back on his heels while his thumb makes lazy circles around her clit to give her a moment. He doesn't want to numb her out or make her oversensitive. At least, not tonight.

With his other hand, he wipes her cum off and licks his fingers clean. Pushes some hair back out of his face, slightly sweat-slick. "Alright there, princess?" He's grinning, his eyes sharp and dark, his dick leaking a damp spot into his pants.

And he could keep her in the same position, but he doesn't want to. He flips her over instead, shoving multiple pillows under her hips so she can be on her knees without having to put effort into staying up. He likes the pet name princess now because he likes pampering her. It's still said with the faintest tinge of sarcasm, but he's also going to follow through on the promise and treat her like fucking royalty.

Her in this position means he can use a proper wand instead of the smaller rose, because he can hold it against her without it getting in the fucking way. So he ditches the rose, although it'll undoubtedly make a comeback when his cock is actually in her, and slips a few fingers inside of her to curl up and rub against her g-spot while he sorts through the drawer to find and pull out a wand.

None of this is shit he's used since last time he saw her, so it's all kept relatively charged. He slides his fingers out, taking a moment to admire how slick they are, then wraps them around the wand and holds it to her clit while he flicks it on. Just the lowest setting. He gets up on the couch behind her, wiping his hand off on his pants and sliding a leg between Peyton's thighs to keep the wand in place hands free.

Then he moves his hand to her upper back and applies some pressure. Dips the meat of his palm in where he feels a knot. Pushes rhythmically against her shoulders, uses his thumbs to work down along the muscles tensed at the sides of her spine. When he gets to the base of her spine, he presses the button to flick the level of the vibrations up on the wand, then goes back to the massage. Feeling her trembling and tensing from the pleasure then stilling and relaxing from his hands in an intoxicating back and forth. Idly, absent-minded, he shifts to rub his erection against her hip.

[lizzievelnias]

Location: Outside Carroll House

Lizzie kicked her legs back and forth and as she sat on the brick wall surrounding the house. Seeing someone walking up, she tilted her head. "Are you my guide? What do you do? Is there a zoo here? Do they have bunnies?"

@ofescapisms

[christinaxwagner]

closed - @pytndyer

"What kind of pizza did you say this was?" Christina asks, taking another bite of the pizza, her gaze shifting over to look at Peyton. "Because it's amazing."

[traegics]

Closed Starter - @vilisisms (Peyton)

"It's just me, Peyton. Just wanted to stop by and check in on you and Charlee."