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sinsiriuslyemo · 5 years

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Finals week was always the most stressful for everyone, but if you'd asked Jackson Neill, he would swear that the professors had it worse than the students. At least all they needed to worry about was being prepared for the finals, while he and his other colleagues still had to make themselves available after classes and well into the early evening to be sure students had all the help and guidance they needed. Their futures depended on their passing grades, after all. On top of that, they were responsible for ensuring all of the final assignments were graded as well. He genuinely enjoyed his job, but if he had to sit through one more appointment with a female student offering him sexual favors in exchange for a passing grade, he would throw himself off of a bridge. The young ladies in his classes had always been flirtatious with him, even when he was still married, but after his divorce last year it seemed to have gotten ten times worse.

Today it had been just three appointments, only one of which consisted of actual academic discussion. Tomorrow he had five appointments, all with female students and one in particular who had shown no reservation in making her interests known. He sighed heavily as he opened his front door with one hand, loosening his tie with the other and dropped his messenger bag on the floor, keys on the small table beside the door as he walked past the foyer. He vaguely heard the click of the door shutting behind him as he kicked off his shoes.

What he needed most in the world now was a hot shower and some takeout. But first, beer. A cold beer after a particularly grueling day always helped take the edge off.

As he shuffled into his kitchen, he stretched his arms over his head and reached with one hand for the fridge door, pulling it open and sticking his head inside. It was then, in the midst of his search for a cold one, that he heard the muffled music coming from next door. Rolling his eyes as he spotted a Bud Light near the back of the fridge, Jackson peered over the top of the refrigerator door and looked through the window above the sink to his neighbor's window.

He'd never met the woman in the year and a half that he had lived in the neighborhood, but had often seen her moving about her own kitchen, usually baking or cooking. He supposed she must've been a pastry chef of some kind with as much time as she seemed to spend in the kitchen.

At that moment she was using a long, dark wooden spoon to stir something in a mixing bowl, hips swaying to the music. He couldn't hear it very clearly but it sounded like reggae, maybe? Half of her long dreadlocks were tied into a knot at the top of her head while the bottom half reached past her elbows, hiding the majority of her tattooed sleeve. He couldn't make out what she was wearing beneath her apron but saw a brief flash of denim shorts every so often when her dance took on a more pronounced state and a brown spaghetti strap continuously fell off her shoulder, even when she would pull it back to her shoulder.

As she danced out of sight, Jackson took the opportunity to reach back into the fridge--which was now beeping at him to close the damn door--and pulled the lone bottle of beer from the back. He twisted the cap off and tossed it into the garbage, looking up just in time to see the reggae-dancing, bowl-mixing neighbor bopping back into view, her slender arms reaching behind her to take off her apron. His eyes took in her athletic frame and curved hips. Denim shorts indeed; cut-offs to be exact that stopped just a few inches below her ass. Her breasts were modest, he could tell that she was clearly not wearing a bra judging by the fact that he could see the outline of her nipples on the front of her shirt. Had he not been so annoyed with the fact that she almost always had music blaring from her household, he might've noticed how attractive she was before then.

For a moment he stood there, watching her sway her hips along with the muffled melody he could hear coming from her place. Licking his lips, he let his eyes roam her frame one more time before shuffling over to the couch in his living room.

Dating after the divorce had always been somewhat of a struggle for him, not so much in that he couldn't find anyone who was interested, but he because he rarely associated with anyone outside of school. The only exception was the sushi place down the street from the school, where he frequented on especially hard days. Or whenever his children would spend the weekend at his house. Time had been part of the reason he and his wife had separated to begin with--she wanted more it and he had none to spare.

As he sank into the couch, Jackson reached for the small pile of menus on the coffee table, looking over them one at a time to decide what to have for dinner. He'd had pizza last night. Italian was too heavy. Chinese sounded good or Thai, he was quite fond of Thai, especially after a long day. Still, Chinese always reheated better. Deciding on Chinese, he ordered his food, then turned on the TV to wait for it to be delivered.

It had only been about ten minutes into the twenty-five the restaurant had quoted him when a car pulled up out front. Glancing at the white pickup, he took a pull from his beer and set it on the coffee table as he stood and began to walk to the front door. As he opened it and looked out at the person who had gotten out of the truck, he saw one of his male students--sans takeout bag--walking towards his neighbor's house. At first he was slightly embarrassed and stood there awkwardly as the student knocked on the reggae dancer's door.

Of course she would be dating a college student. She had in fact looked to be younger than him, maybe her late twenties, and anyone with tattoos and dreadlocks wouldn't likely be interested in a forty-year-old, divorced college professor with two kids. Not that he would've thought to ever go next door and find out.

Not a moment before he was about to go back inside and resume his wait on the couch for his takeout did the student come back out of the neighbor's house, holding a plastic bag filled with cookies. Furrowing his brows, Jackson took a step onto his porch. "Nick!"

The student turned at the sound of his name, and had it not been for the sudden look of panic in his eyes, Jackson might've simply waved. But that look was one of being caught, a look that Jackson knew all too well, and he began to walk towards the college kid, hands in his pockets.

"Professor Neill...what are you doing here?"

"I live here, what's your excuse?" Jackson quipped, coming to stand at the end of his path on the sidewalk.

"Oh, I was just...visiting a friend," Nick answered, still clutching the bag of cookies.

"Short visit," Jackson said, eyes lowering to the clear, plastic bag. "What's with the cookies?"

Nick instinctively put the bag behind his back, mouth falling open and eyes widening as he, no doubt, tried to come up with an answer. Jackson sighed, holding out a hand.

"Alright, hand them over."

The student's face fell as he hesitated for a moment, echoing Jackson's sigh as he shoved the bag or cookies into the professors hand. "I just use them to relax during finals week, Professor. It's really not that big a deal."

"Not that big a deal, huh?" Jackson repeated as he looked down at the bag, examining it briefly before he brought it up to his nose and sniffed. "Are these pot cookies?"

Nick bit his lip, his eyes trained on the bag in Jackson's hand. "Yeah, but it's medicinal."

"Medicinal? Okay, let me see your card," Jackson challenged.

Nick rolled his eyes and sighed again, shifting his weight from one foot to the other. "Come on, Professor, you know how stressful finals week is."

"Are you trying to get sympathy from me?" Jackson asked with an arched brow. "Get out of here, Nick."

"What about my stuff?"

"What about it? You're lucky if I don't tell the dean about this," Jackson answered. "Now, go on home."

"Are you kidding?!"

"Nope." He was most certainly far from kidding, especially since he could see the Chinese delivery man in a marked car at the stop sign down the street, no doubt with his long awaited takeout order.

Groaning and rolling his eyes, Nick turned and headed back to his car, pulling out seconds before the delivery man pulled up along the curb and got out the car. After paying for his food, Jackson brought it inside and looked down at the bag of chocolate chip cookies in his hand. Walking back to the front door, he crossed the grass that separated his house from the pot-baker's and climbed the steps to her porch, knocking firmly on the front door. It didn't take long at all for her to answer and Jackson was met with a deep, blue stare.

"Hi?" she said, leaning against the opened door. "Can I help you?"

"Actually, yes. You could stop selling pot to my students to start," he replied, holding up the plastic bag. "And while I have you, I would appreciate it if you wouldn't blast your music loud enough to hear from the next block."

The amused smile on her face as she looked him over made him angry, his growling stomach made him angrier. Holding out the bag to her, he fought to keep his eyes from roaming her figure.

"You stole this from him?" she asked with an arched brow.

"I confiscated it."

"Yeah, that's what I said; you stole them from him. He's over eighteen and also paid for them. You, on the other hand, did not pay for them and therefore you stole them," she said, crossing her arms in front of her chest. "That's not cool, man."

"I'll tell you what's not cool, man, is me having to listen to that…" He waved his hand wildly in the general direction of her living room. "...noise after a long day dealing with rowdy college kids, half of which seemed to have not paid attention to a word you've said all semester!"

"Sounds like someone had a bad day," she replied, a hint of a smirk playing on her lips.

"Is this funny?"

"Hilarious," she answered. "You sure you don't wanna just keep the cookies? I mean, since you stole them, you probably want to get rid of the evidence." The smirk grew into a full blown grin as she looked him over again, slowly this time. If he wasn't so damn annoyed with her he might've found her smile charming...maybe even cute.

"I don't need your pot cookies." He held them out to her again.

She hummed, tilting her head and clicking her tongue on her teeth. "I'd say that's debatable." Reaching with one hand, she brushed her fingers against his as she took the bag.

Jackson inhaled sharply through his nose, ignoring the shiver that had danced over his arms in response. His eyes, apparently having a mind of their own, looked her over as she had done him, darting back up when he reached her still perfectly outlined nipples beneath her tank top.

She bit her bottom lip. "But I can hang on to your hot cookies for awhile."

"Not all of us are criminals, you know."

"Ooooh...touchy," she whispered, still grinning at him.

Jackson rolled his eyes and turned to leave, walking back to his house. As he reached his front door, he glanced back to find her watching him, that stupid, cute smile still planted on her face. Opening the door to his house, he went back inside and kicked his shoes off. He sat on the couch and opened his takeout, spreading it on the coffee table and taking out the chopsticks that had come with order.

As much as he tried to get the interaction with his neighbor out of his mind, he couldn't help but think about her eyes, two striking spheres outlined in a darker shade that looked like a kaleidoscope of light and medium blues. Her tattooed sleeve, he'd notice ran all the way from her shoulder to the middle of her forearm and included an array of pinks and purples, oranges and reds, contrasting her dark brown dreadlocks, which reached to her waist. He found himself wondering how long it had taken for her to grow them out and what they would feel like wrapped around his fingers.

Wait. What? Wasn't he just annoyed with her not even ten minutes ago? And now he was thinking about her hair between his fingers?

Biting into an eggroll, he focused his attention on the TV, trying to get that adorable smile out of his mind, but it was a losing battle. As irritated as he'd been to have to play responsible professor after hours, he would've done it ten times over if he knew he would get to see that smile up close again. And the way she bit her lip had been the most exquisite thing he'd seen in a very long time. It had made him want to taste those lips, feel them on his skin, see them wrapped around his--

Well that certainly took a turn rather quickly, he thought with a sigh, blinking several times as if attempting to reboot himself.

Taking one last bite from his noodles, he put the lid back on and took it, along with his last remaining eggroll, to the kitchen and set it in the fridge. He was about to go upstairs to shower when he caught a movement from his peripheral vision. Glancing out the window, he saw the woman with the steely blues picking up the kitchen, setting mixing bowls into the sink and wiping the countertops. He swallowed as he watched the muscles in her slender arms flex and relax with her movements. As she bent forward to wipe the back of the counter, he was given a glimpse down the front of her shirt and another shiver fell over him, this time settling in his groin.

He hadn't meant to stare, and when she looked up and met his eyes, his own widened in horror. Moving away from the window, he ran a hand through his hair and headed down the hall to the bathroom for that shower. Looking at his reflection, he idly shook his head at being caught gawking like a pubescent teenager and began to take off his clothes.

He turned on the water and checked the temperature just as a knock sounded at his front door. Jesus Christ, what now?

Was she coming to his door to make fun of him? Or maybe she was coming to tell him off. Either way, at least he would be getting another look at her eyes. He opted for a towel, which he wrapped around his waist as he padded to the front door.

For a moment he stood with one hand on the knob, taking a deep breath and opening it to see the neighbor standing there with that smirk of hers. Her eyes immediately feel to his bare upper half.

"Well, at least I get to see yours," she said, leisurely bringing her eyes back up to his.

"I'm sorry, I didn't mean to stare at you," he replied with a smirk of his own, holding up a hand as he shook his head.

"Was it me you were staring at, or was it just that you couldn't get those cookies off your mind and were hoping to see them again?" she teased.

He almost lied and said it was the cookies, but he found himself saying, "No, I was staring at you," in a small voice, eyes taking in her frame again.

He could've sworn he saw a pink hue grace her cheeks and grinned as he licked his lips. "I was just about to take a shower."

She arched a brow, smiling back at him. "The towel kind of gave that away."

"Right," he answered.

"I'm Willow, by the way."

"Jackson," he replied. "Did you wanna come in?"

She seemed surprised at his question. "Are you gonna be in a towel the entire time?"

It was his turn to blush, apparently having forgotten that he was naked and only covered by the terrycloth.

"How about I come back in, like, ten minutes?" she offered as her gaze lowered to his bare skin once more before meeting his eyes again.

"Ten minutes it is," he replied, about to shut the door before he added, "Oh and Willow…"

She looked at him over her shoulder and Jackson took the opportunity to glance at her posterior. Licking his lips, he brought his stare back to hers.

"Bring the cookies."

Ten minutes later, he was pulling on a pair of sweats, deciding to go without underwear and a black, fitted t shirt. Checking himself over in the mirror, he eyed his cologne on the nightstand for a moment, but ultimately settled on just smelling clean. She seemed like the type to point it out if he appeared to try too hard. Going back into the living room, he scanned the area, throwing away any trash and making the place look presentable. He had just finished wiping the traces of Chinese takeout off of the coffee table when he heard a knock at the door and he quickly tossed the used paper towel and went to answer.

She looked just as striking now as she had the first time he’d seen her up close, a playful smirk on her lips as she shook the bag of chocolate chip cookies and stepped inside. Her chest feathered against his as she bit down on her lip. “Since these are technically paid for, I won’t be charging you this time.”

“What makes you think I’ll be a returning customer after tonight?” he asked with a smirk.

“I think once you’ve had a taste of my cookies, you won’t be able to get enough of them,” she purred. The heavy insinuation fell over him like a ton of bricks, causing a tug in his groin.

“I think you’re being pretty presumptuous,” he mumbled.

“Really?” she inquired with an arched brow. “Don’t think I haven’t noticed you staring at my ass from your windows.” She looked him over, seeming to undress him with her eyes. “I like you better in the towel.”

He didn’t move away as he closed the door and watched curiously as she took two steps back, pressing her back against the now closed front door. Holding up the bag, she beckoned him close with a crooked finger. Jackson swallowed and closed the space between them as she reached into the bag and pulled out a cookie, holding it to his lips. Opening his mouth, his eyes stayed locked on hers as she tucked the cookie between his lips and watched him chew, reaching into the bag again and taking a cookie for herself.

“We should start to feel these in about forty-five minutes, give or take,” she said. “So while we wait, why don’t I introduce you properly to that noise you love so much.”

“You cannot be serious,” he answered, placing a hand on the door beside her head as he stepped just the slightest bit closer.

“I may be making myself clear, but I’m not an easy lay,” she said, tilting her head up to his. “You’ll still have to work a little for it. Besides...you’ve never fucked until you’ve fucked high on pot.”

“Is that so?”

“Mhm,” she replied in a sigh, hand coming to smooth over his chest. “So, why don’t you relax, professor. I hear it’s finals week.” With a smile, she slinked past him, walking to the stereo beside the TV and turning it on. She fumbled with the dials, finding the station she wanted and turning the volume down so that they could easily talk while still being able to hear the music.

“Please, make yourself at home,” he mumbled, watching as she turned in place with a grin.

“Thanks,” she answered, taking a few steps to sit on the couch and kicking her flip flops off. “You got a nice place.” she said, stretching her arms above her head.

“Thank you,” he answered, moving around to sit on the opposite end of the couch. “So, how long have you been a drug dealer?” There was a smirk on his face that came with his light-hearted question.

“I’m not a drug dealer. I’m a personal chef that works with medicinal marijuana. It’s not a terribly lucrative job, but I’m helping people. That makes it worth it.”

“A personal chef, huh?”

She tilted her head, smile still firmly planted on her lips. “Mhm. Why? Tired of take out? You wanna hire me?”

“Not if you’re going to be lacing my food with marijuana,” he replied, earning a giggle from her as she laid her head back on the cushions of the couch.

“I wouldn’t unless you asked me to,” she answered, adding in a whisper, “ Besides, you would need to have a medical card.”

“Nick doesn’t have one,” he challenged with an arched brow.

“I’ve known Nick for a long time. His granddad is a client of mine.”

“Ah, that makes more sense to me,” he answered.

“How long you been a wound up professor?” she teased.

He arched a brow. “I am not wound up.”

“Liar,” she whispered.

He rolled his eyes and grinned as a heavy sigh passed through his lips. “About six years at the university.”

“What do you teach?”

“Comparative Religion.”

Her eyes widened. “Really? Interesting.”

“Is it?”

“Oh sure. I bet you’ve found that most religions focus on the exact same story, they just tell different versions of it,” she answered.

“Not always,” he replied as he began to feel slightly light-headed. “I’m not going to pass out from this cookie, am I?”

“If you weren't so hot, I would take offense to that,” she replied with a smile. “But no, I take my measurements very seriously. This is an indica dominant hybrid. You’ll feel relaxed, but perfectly awake and aware.”

“I suppose I have no choice but to trust you,” he answered as a gentle tingling sensation began to manifest in his head, spreading slowly throughout the rest of his body. “How long have you been...a personal chef?”

“Eight years. I’m a professional,” she replied with a wink. “So what do you think of the music? Doesn’t it make you feel like you’re on an island somewhere, hot sun beaming down on your skin,” she brought her foot up to glide over his knee and up his thigh, “breeze blowing through your hair?”

“The upstate New York weather somehow ruins that illusion,” he answered, eyes on her delicate foot as it traveled further up. The sensations it was creating in that area were somewhat indescribable. It was relaxing and arousing all in the same instance.

“I think you just need to use your imagination,” she whispered.

His eyes came up to meet hers as one hand gently grasped her foot, earning a gasp from her. Jackson licked his lips as his fingers slid over her long, smooth calf. The feel of her skin against his was electrifying and he could already feel himself stirring beneath his cotton sweats. He was hyper aware of her foot, creeping closer to his center and lifted his hips subconsciously against her touch.

“You feeling that cookie yet?” she asked as her eyes slipped closed, apparently enjoying his touch just as much as he was hers. “Touching feels good, doesn’t it?”

“Different. Like the contact is all consuming while still being restrained,” he answered, turning to move closer to her. He licked his lips as she hummed and lifted her leg over and settled it behind him on the couch, leaving a space between them. Her eyes opened, staring into his own as she sat up and reached to grab a fistful of his shirt, pulling him closer. Their faces inches apart, she brushed her nose against his, humming contently at the contact.

Everywhere he touched and was being touched, a tickle danced, not prominent enough to provoke a laugh, but just enough to make him want more. His cock stirred again at the thought of having those tickles along his shaft as one hand went to her waist, their lips pressing together. He hummed against her mouth, leaning forward until he was lying on top of her, hips flush against hers. Tilting his head, he licked against her pout, silently asking for entrance, which she obliged with a smile against his lips.

Her legs wrapped around him, holding him against her center as she rolled against him, stimulating herself and him while her hands drifted over his back. Their tongues did a slow, deliberate dance, teasing the other while hands explored every reachable human surface. The tickle in her pussy burned when she felt him hardening against her, and Willow slipped her hands under his shirt to rake her nails over his skin. He groaned against her pout, moving his lips to her neck and leaving wet kisses over her pulse point, earning a gasp from her.

“Take this off,” she whispered, tugging on his shirt and all but ripping it over his head when he sat up enough to give her the space to do so. Her hand dropped his shirt before she pulled her own off, exposing her bare chest to him. She reached for him, but he resisted her pull to take in her perky breasts, capped with two gorgeous, dark nipples that were hardened against the cool air.

Another throb in his shaft at the sight of her pulled a groan from the depths of his throat and he settled on top of her again, one hand going to massage a globe while he dipped his head again to suck on her pulse point. Willow shuddered, nails dragging along his sides while she rocked her hips, rubbing herself against his erection.

“Fuck, you feel big,” she whispered through a smile.

“Wait till it’s inside you,” he whispered back, smirking against her cheek, completely overwhelmed with all the sensations he was feeling. She gave a breathy chuckle as her nails marked his back. Her hot breath against his ear, the feel of her breast in his palm and her heat grinding against the hardest part of him were driving him to the brink of insanity.

Longing for a new excitement, he shifted himself down enough to take her nipple between his lips while his fingers danced over her torso, making a path down until he reached her shorts. Tracing a line with a single digit down the zipper, he rubbed over the seam in the center of the soft denim, earning a soft cry from her as her own fingers sunk into his hair, holding him to her chest.

“That feels good,” she moaned in a shudder, her body arching and rocking, apparently just as desperate to feel every touch as he was. She could feel the wetness of her panties seeping through the denim of her shorts and whimpered as his touch became more demanding. The burning in her core was intense, sparking more tickles over every inch of her. Reaching between them, she gripped him through his cotton pants, moaning again as a smile spread over her face.

Jackson growled under his breath and with nimble fingers, he unbuttoned and unzipped her bottoms, sliding his hand down the front to slide his digit over her seam. “You’re so wet and I’ve barely touched you,” he purred, honing some of her essence on her clit and drawing circles over the swollen bud.

“I’ve been thinking about this since I saw you in that towel,” she answered, moving her hand to slip under his sweats and wrapping her fingers around his heavy sex. “Oh my God, I can’t wait for you to fuck me.”

He groaned loudly, biting down on the nipple that had gone un-stimulated as he carefully pushed a finger inside her, beginning a sawing motion and looking up to her face. Her eyes were hooded, mouth hanging open as she panted and rocked against his hand. His vision was laser focused on how beautiful she looked in the throes of passion, eyes hooded and mouth hanging open to allow the shallow breaths to escape as she rolled her hips in tandem with his thrusting finger. Adding a second finger as she palmed his weeping tip, using his precum to ease the way for her hand to stroke his shaft in time with his hand, Jackson gently stretched her further, lips coming down to press against hers again.

Willow moaned against him, sweat beginning to slide over her brow and down her neck as she swiped some more droplets of precum from the eye of his cock and again smeared it on his organ. In her stoned state, his fingers tickling the most sensitive part of her had her body trembling as she whined against his mouth. “I’m ready, please fuck me.”

Groaning under his breath, Jackson slowly pulled his fingers out of her soaked channel, bringing them up to her lips and watching as she sucked them clean. Her hands pushed his sweats down past his ass as the fingers not in her mouth nimbly unbuttoned and unzipped her shorts. Sitting back, he pulled them off of her and tossed them aside, pushing his pants down the rest of the way and reaching into the pocket for the condom he’d slipped in there.

Willow arched a brow, and Jackson could feel his cheeks heating up even more. “It was just in case--”

“--Uhhuh, I’ll give you shit about it later, just fuck me,” she answered, watching him roll the condom on with her bottom lip caught between her teeth as her legs subconsciously opened wider for him. Her fingers played with her slit as her eyes came up to find him watching her hand.

“Fuck,” he whispered.

“Yes,” she moaned, moving her hand to pull him by the hip between her thighs. She gasped when she felt his head at her entrance, bucking her hips against him. The emptiness inside her was unbearable and her legs wrapped tightly around his hips, pulling him closer. Reaching down with one hand, she took him and aligned him with her opening, eyes widening as he pushed into her. “Oh fuck!” she cried, throwing her head back as he filled her completely.

He growled against her salty skin, lips dropping kisses along her jawline as he gave her a moment to adjust to his girth. When he felt her walls clamp around him, he began to move with a moan, slowly at first then increasing the pace as the burning in his loins became stronger. Her heat was all consuming and coupled with the way her hands continued to stroke over his bare back, tips curling to leave half-moon marks, he was soon sent into a tailspin of sensitivity. Every breath that fanned over his lips, every scratch that dragged over his sweaty skin, every hug her insides gave to his thrusting cock were all that existed in that moment. Everything else, even the music he’d found so incredibly annoying just hours earlier that now accompanied their sounds of rapture and the impending finals that had stressed him all week were simply absent from his mind. The only thing that existed in the world was her, her hands, her pussy gripping him so perfectly, clamping when he hit a particularly sensitive spot inside her.

Willow curled a fist in his hair, using the grip to pull his head up before she pushed off the cushion, urging him up. Keeping one arm tightly around his neck, she pushed them up with the other until he was sitting on the couch with her in his lap. “Oh fuck, yes!” she whined, beginning to rock against him, grinding her clit on the pubic hair above his package.

Groaning, Jackson gripped her hips, helping her move on top of him as he took her nipple into his mouth again, biting playfully and soothing the sting of his nips with his tongue. His heart was throbbing in his throat and chest, body on fire as a spark flickered on his shaft, like a machete striking a piece of flint. Her fingers tangled in his hair as she let her head fall back, the ends of her dreads dragging over his skin. With a growl, he reached up with one hand and gathered a handful of her dreadlocks, keeping her head tilted back with his grip as his lips smeared wet kisses along her neck, biting hard enough to leave his mark on her otherwise unblemished skin.

He could feel every single part of his body and hers, and the heightened stimulation and friction they were creating between them became so overwhelming that he thought of nothing else but igniting that spark that still flickered with every thrust of her hips against his. It was a primal, animalistic kind of sex that he hadn’t had since he was much younger, certainly more intense than even his first time inside a woman. Her heat was all consuming and mingled with his until his hair was wet again, the sweat now dripping over their bodies and stinging his closed eyes. He could feel his orgasm quickly approaching, the burning tickles from their couple spreading over every inch of his body, and he thought he could even feel it in his mind, on a molecular level, as though every neuron were being coaxed by the movements of their bodies. A pressure built until he felt as though his head would explode, when she bucked her hips and cried out her release, still rocking insistently against him until, with a loud moan, his own orgasm burst from him.

His limbs felt almost numb as he was sent into a blissfully heightened state of orgasmic euphoria. His arms and legs trembled, hips still moving against hers as they gradually began to come down. Panting against her shoulder, his arms held her flush against him, hands stroking over her skin, mirroring her arms hands on him, which only seemed to prolong their orgasms. It was as though they come with their entire bodies, the energy surging through them like a livewire.

“Holy shit,” he groaned in a shudder as he felt himself float back down to Earth. “That was so intense,” he whispered.

She hummed her agreement, biting her bottom lip and looking down at him. “I told you.” Kissing him one more time, Willow slid from off of his lap and curled up beside him, her legs draped over his thighs. “Bet you’re glad you ate one of those cookies after all, huh?”

“To say the least,” he replied, licking his dry lips and realizing that the inside of his mouth was parched as well. “You want some water?” he asked, looking down at her.

“Yes, please, but be careful getting up,” she answered. “You might feel a little light-headed when you stand.”

He chuckled softly and carefully stood, steadying himself before he went to the fridge and pulled out a couple of water bottles, depositing the used condom into the trash on his way back to the couch. He handed her one and once again sat on the couch beside her and opened his bottle, drinking half the water. He could still feel the effects of the cookie and set his bottle down to move until they were laying down on the couch, arms wrapped around each other.

“Give me a few minutes and then I can go again if you’re up to it,” she said, fingers playing with his hair.

He hummed around a smile and nodded. “As long as we do it in a bed this time.”

“Took the words right out of my mouth,” she replied in a chuckle, pausing for a moment before she tugged on his hair. “So let’s talk about this condom in the pocket thing.”

#dr. jackson neill #half baked series

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rauliskafan · 7 years

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The Rate My Professor Reviews for Raúl Esparza’s Jackson Neill courtesy of Hugh Dancy’s Cal Roberts are life-giving water in the post-Barba desert... sigh...

#raúl esparza #dr. jackson neill #hugh dancy #cal roberts #the path

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vintagemichelle91 · 7 years

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Sweet Scholar: Dr. Jackson Neill x Reader Fic

Authors’ Note: Happy Monday dear readers!!! Now let me start by saying...YES!! We went there and were inspired to write a little fic about Raul’s newest character on The Path! @rauliskafan and I took it upon ourselves to write a little something!! We don’t know what they will be doing with his character yet, so we decided to set this before our good professor meets Sarah. We so hope that you enjoy this as much as we enjoyed writing it!!! Please let us know what you think!!

You fiddled with your pen and tapped your toes under the desk, awaiting his arrival. It was far from your first choice for an elective, even as your advisor explained the merits of a course touching on the cult mindset if you planned for a career as a therapist. Still, the professor was supposedly engaging, well-liked by his students…

…and the second you laid eyes on his tie, on the faded blue jeans that hugged his limbs, and everything else, in all the right places, your mind began to change.

When he spoke in smooth tones through the smallest of smirks, when his piercing green eyes seemed to burrow into your soul the second he spoke your name, you were on the verge of taking on additional credits, altering your major, doing almost anything to stay in his classes and his sights for as many moments as possible.

“Morning, all. Hot enough out there today for you?”

Speaking as he sauntered into the room, Dr. Jackson Neill swung his messenger bag to the side and rolled up his sleeves. And you gasped. How had you never noticed the bulging muscles making up his arms? His voice suddenly sounded distance, as if you were sinking underwater, but his arms stayed the thing that you kept swimming forward in search of Nirvana. Those guns glistened every time he flipped a page or pointed to the student about to answer a question. You failed to take a single note, the pen having fallen from your fingers forever ago, and before you knew it, you were the only one left in the room.

Save for the smirking scholar staring you down from his place at the podium.

“Something you wanted to talk about?” he asked.

Feeling your cheeks flush, you twisted your head and fumbled for your backpack as you struggled to your feet.

“I… sorry,” you started. “I must have zoned out or something.”

“I must be losing my touch,” he said. Taking a step forward, he folded his arms across his broad chest. A buzz in the pit of your stomach shimmied to the space between your legs, the lust beginning to pool between your thighs

“No. Not by a shot. Long shot. I say. Meant to say.” You stumbled over your words like a fool and clumsily searched your bag for a bottle of water.

“Here. Let me help you.”

The scent of his cologne enveloped you when he drew closer, standing several inches taller and bowing his tousled head of dark hair to meet your eyes. Somehow you bit your lip and swallowed simultaneously, trying not to faint as he unfurled one long set of fingers and took hold of your arm.

“You okay?” he asked.

“I’m sorry” you muttered. Losing yourself in his gaze, you caught a glimpse of his tongue just licking his lips and lowered your eyes. “It… it must be the heat.”

“It is hot,” he agreed. “I felt it as soon as saw you.”

Blinking fast, you were unsure if you heard him correctly. Parting your parched lips, desperate to say something, your speech came to a halt under the power of his kiss. His tongue darted between your teeth, his lips surrounding and consuming yours. No question now; you would have fainted had his hold not brought you close to his chest. One inhale was a world where his breath and his cologne and a hint of the coffee he always swigged became the breeze. It cooled you and the hot day, and your arms began to wind around his neck when he suddenly seized your wrists.

“Someone’s susceptible,” he teased. “Haven’t you been paying attention?”

“To you?” you challenged. “You have no idea.”

Desperate to taste his kiss again, your lips nearly smacked against his when his strong arms suddenly hoisted you into the air, and he carried you to the back of the room, sitting you on a table’s smooth surface so you were at his eye level.

“Not what I meant,” he said. His voice was thick as his eyes sparkled, and he brought his lips close to your ear.

“Haven’t you heard me say that people who fall into trances are fair game for a crafty cult leader?”

You nearly nodded as his fingers danced up and down your thigh. He lifted the hem of your skirt, and your body began to melt when you palmed his jaw and pressed your brow to his.

“Then don’t come in here looking like the Second Coming,” you said.

“Second Coming?” he asked. Tilting his head to one side, his hands kept playing about your leg, and you sighed as he stroked your bare knee.

“It’s… it’s the arms,” you whispered. “You look like a statue.”

“Someone’s art history coursework is showing,” he teased. One finger stroked the lace of your panties. As you tingled, the lightest of groans left his lips, and he just licked your cheek and exhaled hard against your skin.

“Are… have you been stalking me, Dr. Neill?” you breathlessly asked.

“What do you think?” he shot back. Before you could answer, his green orbs met your eyes…and his finger caressed your clit. Nearly leaving the table, you fell forward and sank into the feel of him tracing scattered shapes against your warm flesh. Your hands were on his shoulders, and you moaned as he added another finger into the mix. His skillful touch circled until he hit your most sensitive spot. Did you dare move closer for more?

“What do you think?”

As he repeated the question, he denied you his touch, and you whimpered, reaching for him as he licked traces of your essence from the tips of his nails.

“I… I think yes,” you said.

“You sound happy about that,” he said. “Do you like me following you?”

Your entire body shivered as you gripped the edge of the table. Was this what he wanted? Touches and wordplay and sending you into a state of sweet insanity? Maybe his intent was to host a cult for one.

“I’d rather you catch me now,” you said.

But your needs outweighed even that possibility.

Grasping his collar, your nails grazing the exposed flesh on his chest, you saw his eyes grow wide when you pulled him towards you. The shock lasted for a second before he pinned you to the table. His fingers kneaded your flesh, and you moaned again when he used his other hand to tear your panties away, skillfully starting to touch you again.

And you took hold of his wrist.

“I said catch me, Dr. Neill.”

He seemed stunned by your words and laughed lightly.

“You surprise me,” he murmured. “Not trying for some extra credit, are you?”

His teasing made you smile, and you lifted your lips for another kiss before reaching for the back of his head, pawing at his hair…

…and you pulled him close to your breasts.

“Maybe,” you murmured. “I want to learn all the secrets of heaven. Show me. Now.”

He hesitated for an instant then lowered his fly. Your eyes widened when you saw him hard and pulsing, and you spread your legs. Falling back to the table, you crooked one finger until he grabbed your arms again.

“I’m ready, Dr. Neill.”

“You better be.”

And he plunged into you with a single thrust. You shattered as he tore at your blouse and bowed his head. Kissing your nipples, his arms still holding you in place, you barely registered either sensation. Now the world was his fast force that showed no signs of stopping. Even the loss of one inch made you arch your back, looking for more, and he obliged by moving deeper.

“Is this the lesson that you wanted to learn?” he asked.

Your nod was weak, but he seemed to see it and swirled his skin until he touched a certain spot. No longer just the heat. The room smoldered as he kept you suspended, suckling your breasts until his strength gave out.

“Yes! God yes!”

You said nothing else, your veins full of him, and your soaked skin tingling as he stayed hard inside you and peered into your eyes.

“Do you know how good you feel?” he asked.

“Hmmm… tell me.”

“I can’t. Class dismissed.”

“What? Why?”

His eyes grew dull and suddenly you felt as if you were sinking underwater again. Where was he going? What had you done---?

“Hey. Class dismissed.”

Leaving the daydream, you saw the room empty. But Dr. Jackson Neill still stood at the podium, so far away and looking concerned. You were fully clothed. And thirsty for so many reasons. Finding the water bottle, you drank deep and wiped your mouth with the back of your trembling hand.

“Sorry,” you started. “I’ll get out of your way.”

“No, wait.” Dr. Neill set his messenger bag down and began to rummage through the pack. You didn’t know what to do at this point as you remained glued to your seat. A million thoughts ran through your head, and you tried to decipher what could possibly make him ask to hold up. “Actually, you know what…”

You leaned further forward in your seat as he scratched the back of his head. Even in your daze, it was so endearing to see him slightly lost when he always seemed so sure of his way.

“I have your paper in my office,” he said. “If you have a moment to spare, I’d like to discuss it.” Coming down from your high, you were slightly taken aback with fear, remembering how you had spent weeks trying to perfect that paper and make it a worthy ten pages on the topic of Buddhism.

“S-sure.” That was all you could manage to say.

Dr. Neill’s frown turned up into a small smirk. “Great. I promise not to keep you long.”

If it were up to you, you would stay for the rest of the afternoon... longer… god, you were still sweating. Somehow, you freed yourself from the seat and followed him out of the lecture hall all the way towards his office on the second floor. Had your paper really been that bad? You were quite sure that you conducted the proper research and were fairly happy with the end result, confident it was up to par with his expectations.

“Take a seat, please,” Dr. Neill said as he searched for your paper. Your heart hammered against your chest as his hands continued to flicker through the white stack.

“I have to say that your paper was unlike anything I have ever read.” He unknowingly licked his lip as he pulled the paper out to hand back to you. Relief washed over your frame when you saw an A at the top of the page. Of course, there were notes here and there, but they mattered little. The shiny A scrawled in red ink brought a smile to your face.

“Really? To be honest I wasn’t quite sure what you would think,” you said, avoiding his eyes as you continued to flip through the paper. “There was so much information…”

“You were incredibly descriptive and organized,” he complimented as you glanced up at him. In the pink afternoon light, his stare shined brightly, and you couldn’t help but lose yourself in his eyes for a moment. “It was a pleasure to read, and I just wanted to praise your work. I hope you consider taking my advanced course next semester.”

You were already planning on taking him next semester. His class. You smiled softly, reflecting on how you had planned your entire schedule around it. However, he didn’t need to know that. Not just yet. You tucked a loose curl behind your ear and nodded. “I will definitely think about it.”

“I’m not trying to force you,” he said. “But I think it will expose you to more, and if I am not mistaken… you will enjoy it.”

“Oh, of that I have no doubt Dr. Neill,” You felt yourself blush, cringing at your attempt at a flirty tone. “I’ll… I’ll see what I can do.”

“Great,” he said. “Glad to hear it. I won’t keep you any longer. Plus, I have…” His voice drifted away as he glanced at his watch.

“Meeting someone?” you asked. The wild thoughts that plagued you earlier flashed before your mind’s eye. His hands on your body, the moan escaping your lips, his eyes trying to see right into your soul…

You shivered and returned to cold hard reality as he answered your question with a sigh.

“Something like that,” he said. “But maybe after next class, you can guide me through the references you used?”

“Really?” you asked.

“Even the teacher still has a few things to learn,” he laughed.

You would make notes for him, maybe even bring him every book and article you used. Because the prospect of spending more time with him outside the classroom made your heart soar with excitement.

“Yes! Whatever you need.”

“Don’t see so stunned,” he said. “Your work was exceptional.”

“Well, I… I wasn’t sure on this paper,” you said, biting your bottom lip

“Why?” he asked.

“I… I just wanted to make sure I gave you everything you asked for.” You looked at him sincerely and wanted to convey that you would do everything for him. Did he know just how much you were willing to do?

“You did,” he said. “Everything and more.”

“I’m… I’m glad,” you replied breathlessly.

Before he could reply to that, there was a slight ding that pierced through the tense silence. It was your phone, but you didn’t care that your roommate likely wanted to vent about her ex-boyfriend.

“I’ll be here next week then,” you silenced your phone without leaving his gaze. His smile brightened, and your heart melted. How was it that he had such an effect on you? Simple. You had never met anyone so passionate, so dedicated, so confident… so beautiful. He was everything and more than you desired, and none of the college boys would ever match up to the man standing before you in all his casual glory.

“I look forward to you teaching me,” Dr. Neill said with another smirk.

And you walked out of his office with butterflies fluttering about your belly at the prospect of next week, the dreams to come that night…

…and the slim hope that one day they might even come true.

#dr. jackson neill #the path #raúl esparza #the path fanfiction #dr. jackson neill x reader #raul esparza

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breathdeepseekpeace · 4 years

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I'd love to do one of those ancestry DNA tests on Teal'c. It would be fascinating and imagine the poor computers confusion

#teal'c #stargate #stargate sg1 #dr daniel jackson #dr samantha carter #general jack o neill #colonel jack o'neill #general george hammond

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larkistin · 7 years

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OMG RAÚL WHAT ARE YOU DOING TO US????

#raúl esparza #dr jackson neill #the path #raul esparza #teacher Raúl #DAAAAAAAMN

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adarafaelbarba · 3 years

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So as mentioned in my previous post about this bingo, my birthday is next month. And for that occasion I wanted to host another bingo! Like my last bingo in October 2021, this one will have moodboards to the squares. You don’t have to use them, but they’re there for inspiration, and can also be used in your fics as a “cover” if you’d like 🥰 I’m gonna have the moodboards up before the bingo starts on Monday 17th of January 😅

here are some rules:

1. It’ll start on January 17th and ends on February 17th at Midnight (Norwegian time)

2. Write one, ten or all of the fics. But don’t feel like you have to write them, this is a fun little writing exercise

3. You can write a head canon, ficlet, multi-chapter (one moodboard/square per fic) or a one shot. But please, if it’s longer than 500 words, put it under read more.

4. The fics can be fluff, smut, angst, etc if you feel like they would fit with the aesthetic of the moodboard you write for. Please remember to tag the fics with the right warnings before posting it.

5. Tag me when you post it, so I can keep tracks of the fics that are posted for this challenge and use the hashtag: #adarafaelbarbabirthdaybingo

6. Characters allowed (reader insert, oc, ships)

SVU:

Rafael Barba

Sonny Carisi

Mike Dodds

Nick Amaro

Peter Stone

Odafin “Fin” Tutuola

Alex Cabot

Casey Novak

Olivia Benson

Amanda Rollins

Rita Calhoun

Kat Tamin

Elizabeth Donnelly

Other Raúl Esparza Characters:

Jackson Neill

Nevada Ramirez

Jonas Nightingale

Bryan Kneef

Frederick Chilton

Paul Mendelsohn

911 / 911 Lone Star:

Evan Buckley

Eddie Diaz

Maddie Buckley

Chimney

Hen Wilson

Bobby Nash

Athena Grant

Owen Strand

T.K. Strand

Grace Ryder

Judd Ryder

Marjan Marwani

Paul Strickland

Carlos Reyes

Tommy Vega

Mayans MC:

Miguel Galindo

Angel Reyes

Ez Reyes

Bishop Losa

Emily Thomas

Coco Cruz

One Chicago:

Matt Casey

Kelly Severide

Brian «Otis» Zvonecek

Joe Cruz

Stella Kidd

Gabby Dawson

Violet Mikami

Sylvie Brett

Emily Foster

Jessica Chilton

Gianna Mackey

Evan Hawkins

Jay Halstead

Antonio Dawson

Adam Ruzek

Kevin Atwater

Erin Lindsay

Hailey Upton

Vanessa Rojas

Sean Roman

Kim Burgess

Connor Rhodes

Ethan Choi

Will Halstead

April Sexton

Crockett Marcel

Jeff Clarke

A Discovery of Witches:

Baldwin Montclair (Trystan and Peter’s version, but specify it 😅)

Matthew de Clermont

Marcus Whitmore

Diana Bishop

Miriam Shepard

Domenico

Sophie Norman

Nathaniel Wilson

Gallowglass

Satu Järvinen

Juliette Durand

Phoebe Taylor

Hamish Osborn

Chris Roberts

Ransome Fayrweather

Outlander:

Ian Murray

Frank Randall

Jamie Fraser

Clair Fraser

Briana Fraser Randall

Roger Mackenzie

Fergus Fraser

Marsali Fraser

Jenny Fraser

Harry Potter/Fantastic Beasts:

Sirius Black

Remus Lupin

James Potter

Newt Scamander

Young Dumbledore

Kingsman:

Eggsy Unwin

Roxy Morton

Harry Hart

Merlin

Charlie Hesketh

Percival

Lancelot / James Spencer

Ginger

Whiskey

Tequila

Characters from the King’s Men

MCU:

Thor Odinson

Steve Rogers / Captain America

Tony Stark / Iron Man

Dr. Bruce Banner / Hulk

Natasha Romanoff / Black Widow

Sam Wilson / Falcon / Captain America

Bucky Barnes / Winter Soldier

Dr. Stephen Strange / Dr. Strange

T’Challa / Black panther (rip Chadwick 🥺)

Shaun / Shang-Chi

Xialing

Wenwu

Wong

Peter Parker / Spiderman (Tom, Toby or Andrew. But specify it 😅)

Clint Barton / Hawkeye

Wade Wilson / Deadpool

Scott Lang (Ant-Man)

Carol Danvers / Captain Marvel

Baron Helmut Zemo

Yelena Belova

Monica Rambeau

Wanda Maximoff / Scarlet Witch

Pietro Maximoff / Quicksilver

Charles Xavier / Professor X

Erik Lehnsherr / Magneto

Druig

Makkari

Dane

Thena

Sersi

Ikaris

Ajak

Gilgamesh

Kingo

Phastos

Note: If there’s a character/fadom not listed, feel free to DM me.

7. No RPF/real person fic. No underage character (includes reader/ocs)

8. Please signal boost this post, regardless if you participate or not

9. Most important! Have fun! 🥰 Feel free to dm me with any questions or concerns

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melk917 · 3 years

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Academic Distractions

Rating: E (vaginal fingering, p in v sex)

Pairing: Jackson Neill x f!Reader

Summary:

“Jax—” You turned to peer down at him. His head was cocked to the side, but he wasn’t engrossed in the books in front of him. Instead he had caught his lower lip in his teeth, eyes focused on the thin strip of your skin that was peeking out between the waist of your skirt and your sweater. You rolled your eyes.

“Hey—earth to Dr. Neill.” You waved a hand in front of his face, breaking his reverie and he looked up to meet your eyes instead. His cheeks pinked a bit and he gave you a sheepish grin, knowing he was caught.

A/N:

Andddd. voila! For those of you who had voted for Jackson + library sex, I hope this is worth the wait!

Originally intended for Kinktober Day 28 (almost getting caught), but Teasing won the coin toss. Sorry, Jackson, baby. But I hope this makes up for it.

Is this sacrilegious? (Asks the girl who was raised with two religions and none at the same time...) It was not intended to be, but he is a New American Religions professor and it is sex is a religious archive, so. It is what it is. You have been warned.

When Jackson had first mentioned a research trip to Salt Lake City, you had hardly been listening. Your own research was so far removed from his that you had assumed he was just giving you a heads up. But then he was suggesting a longer trip, the both of you in Park City: a week of skiing during the day, followed by nights in the hot tub, a glass of wine in one hand, and the other tangled in Jackson’s hair as you straddled his lap and the two of you made out under the winter sky.

Yes, it was an easy sell. He just needed a day deep in the archives of some tiny local library that somehow had managed to get their hands on several journals from a contemporary of Joseph Smith. It seemed a fair compromise. And after several days on the slopes, you were ready for a break, so you found yourself down in the archives with him, perched on a stepstool, peering at the spines of the collection in the dim light.

“Hey, Jax, can you pass me that card from the archivist again? I’m not sure I’m looking in the right spot.” You reached back behind you without looking, palm up, while you frowned at the journals, trying to decipher the cataloguing system. A few moments passed, and nothing materialized.

You crossed your arms and your mouth curved in a half smile. “I thought this whole trip was so you could find these journals? We’ve been here for over an hour, and all you’ve done is stand there and watch me while I dig through shelves.”

He shrugged and titled his head back, letting his eyes drag along the length of your body, perched above him on the stool. “I’d hardly say it’s my fault. I had planned on coming to the archives alone.”

“Oh? So I’m the issue here?” You bit back your smile, crossing your arms across your chest and his eyes dropped to the low neck of your sweater where the curve of your breasts peeked over the edge.

He took a small step forward and reached out to trail his fingers over your bare knee. “Yes, without you here, I’d have been in and out with the books already.” The fingers on your knee ghosted up the inside of your leg, stopping just under the hem of your skirt, long fingers tapping lightly along your inner thigh.

“Jackson…” you warned. “What are you playing at?”

“Hmmm, isn’t it clear?” He pressed a gentle kiss to the side of your knee and you shivered.

“Jackson, we’re guests in this archive.”

He looked up at you through his lashes, thumb rubbing circles into your skin. He leaned forward, resting his cheek against your thigh, stubble scratching against your skin as he rubbed it back and forth, running the tip of his nose along the line of your leg. “I can’t focus. Not with you here, looking like this.”

“Looking like what?” Your voice wavered, heart rate ticking up as you felt heat bloom through your body at his touch.

He turned his face, pressing his knowing smile into your skin. “You’re telling me you wore this short plaid skirt and sweater combination—in the middle of winter, at a ski resort—by accident? A fashion statement?” His lips brushed a little higher, breath ghosting over your thigh as his fingers played along the curve of your calf.

You pouted, your disapproving glare undermined by how you shivered at his touch. “It’s a good outfit.”

He pulled back to look up at you, gaze tracing over your curves with enough heat that it was almost like a physical touch. He reached your face, and one eyebrow quirked up. “Mmhmm… good for a naughty school girl fantasy.”

Your face heated and you huffed, catching his wandering fingers in a tight grip as you hopped down from the stool, your other hand coming to his chest to push him back, poking him accusingly. “I think that’s just your fantasy, Professor.”

“Oh?” He turned, grabbing your wrist in one large hand and crowding you back against the bookcase until you were pressed into the dusty tomes behind you. Your breath caught, desire twisting in your low belly as he used his superior strength and size to trap you between the solid bulk of his chest and the shelves. His free hand was firm on your hip while the other released your wrist to trail up your sternum, along your collarbone and up your neck to grip your jaw. “Should we test that theory? Subject your claims to rigorous academic review?” He leaned in, brushing his lips over yours in a tease.

You snorted. “Seriously?”

He pulled back to smirk down at you. “Seriously. I think, if I do a little bit of research, I’ll be able to prove you’ve been just as distracted as I have been.”

You tilted your chin back as far as you could in his grip, a stubborn set to your jaw. “And how, pray tell, do you plan to do that?”

The hand on your hip dropped low, fingers toying with the hem of your skirt as he held your eyes with his, their brilliant green glowing in the low light of the archive. You held your breath as he dragged his fingers up your inner thigh, light enough to tease, but firm enough to signal intent, stroking the sensitive skin at the apex of your thighs. “A little primary research,” he whispered against your lips, ghosting his fingers across the soaked cotton of your panties.

You swallowed your moan as he stroked you gently through the drenched fabric.

“Ah, interesting results so far.” His mouth twisted in a smug smile. “I think I should test my theory further, no?”

“Jackson,” you breathed out, intending to warn him off but the play of his fingers over your sensitive flesh was sending tiny shocks of pleasure through your system and it came out sounding reverent instead.

Here, surrounded by religious tomes, a framed photo of Joseph Smith on the wall, watching you out of the corner of his eye, Jackson pushed the thin cotton of your panties aside and slid a single long finger inside of you, both your moans at the feeling blending together, sounding loud and blasphemous in the quiet of the archive.

“I think this is pretty conclusive evidence,” he murmured into your skin, finger pumping in and out, path slick and easy. Your hips rocked down of their own volition, chasing even the meager stretch of the single digit. Your hands came up to grip at his biceps, intending to push him away, gain some breathing room, but instead you gasped, throwing your head back against the books as he slid a second finger in alongside the first, and you used your grip on his arms to haul him in closer.

You could feel his low laugh rumble deep in his chest where he was pressed against you. His free hand came up to tug one of your hands from his arm. “There’s only one thing left now, one more thing to prove you’re just as affected.”

You groaned lightly, biting at your lower lip to try and hold the sounds in as he twisted his fingers, dragging them over that spot inside you that made stars spark behind your eyelids and heat pool in your groin. “Wha-what’s that?” Your voice was shaking and thready, and you were rocking down against him now.

He tilted his chin to nip at your earlobe and you gasped. “Peer review.”

He used his grip on your hand to slide your palm down your body, shifting so he could bring it underneath your skirt along with his. He pressed your hand flat, curling your fingers over your mound till they brushed alongside where you were stretched around his. You couldn’t help it, you stroked along your slit, slick despite your protests that you hadn’t been thinking about him. You bit your lip hard against the low moan that threatened to emerge at the rush from your hands working in tandem.

Jackson added a third finger, curling them inside you and breathing out hard through his nose at the lines of your throat as your head dropped back against the books and you whimpered, fingers working in small circles over your clit. “Yeah, that’s it. Come on, touch yourself. Feel how wet you are and try to tell me you haven’t been just as distracted as me.”

You gripped his bicep hard with one hand as your ground down against his fingers, breath coming short as he picked up speed, lewd, wet sounds of him fingering you making your clench down around them and moan.

You tilted your face up to see him watching you, cheeks flushed, eyes dark. You bit your lip and shook your head, determined not to give in even as your muscles started to tremble as he worked you higher and higher. “Flawed reasoning,” you gasped out, hand on his bicep pulling him closer so you could feel his chest against you, your lips brushing his jaw. “You’ve interfered in the process. I can’t verify if it was like this before you started.”

A shocked laugh punches out of his chest. “You’re so difficult.” He grabs your waist, pulling you against him completely so his cock, hard in his pants, slots into the crease of your hip and he can roll his hips against you, moaning at the friction. You gasp, tapering off into a whine as he pulls his fingers from your cunt and presses them to your lips, smearing your slick across them. “Tell me you don’t want me to have you here and I’ll stop,” he growled, “but I think we both know otherwise.”

You parted your lips and he pressed his fingers into your mouth and you moaned around them, cleaning yourself from him, mouthing at the tips, tongue flicking out to get between them. He looked wrecked, pupils blown wide, face flushed, lips parted and bitten red as he watched you writhe against him. The naked want across his face had you groaning and you fisted your hand in the back of his hair, jerking him forward into a hard kiss.

He whined into it, hips jerking against you as you roughly ran your knuckles along the line of his dick, hard and hot even through his jeans, and your resolve crumbled.

“Shit. Fuck. This is a terrible idea” you groaned against his lips as your fingers scrambled at his belt, popping the button on his jeans. “We have to be quick. We have to be quiet.”

He laughed breathlessly “Your warning is noted.” And then he was groaning too as you shoved his jeans and briefs down his thighs, his cock springing up, tip slick with precum and flushed a deep red.

He grabbed your waist, spinning you around and pressing you into the books, tilting your hips back. You gasped, scrambling to grip the shelf as he yanked your panties to the side, dipping the fingers of his other hand into your folds to gather up your slick.

You groaned at the sound of him fucking into the same hand, slicking himself with your juices before pressing the crown to you and pushing in, one long, firm slide. He didn’t let up on the motion until he bottomed out, hips pressed against your ass, his hands tight on your waist, both of you gasping.

“Fuck,” Jackson paused, breath coming in harsh gasps that, if you were in your right mind, would make you worry about calling attention to the two of you. “Fuck, you feel so good.”

“Jax—” You were gasping too, reaching a hand behind you to pull him closer, and he let you, leaning up as you turned your head to meet you in a sloppy kiss, all lips and tongue, as he started to roll his hips.

“Fuck, yes,” your words slurred against his mouth as he picked up speed immediately, fucking into you hard and fast, the sound of skin-on-skin loud and obvious in the quiet of the archive, the portraits on the wall looking down in disapproval as you profane their holy works.

Jackson dropped his face to press into your neck, mouthing at your skin, nipping, sucking a bruise under your jaw as you threw your head back with a bitten off cry. You were scrabbling at the shelves in front of you, clutching at anything you could to keep yourself grounded as you got absolutely railed.

He slapped a hand over your mouth as you continued to moan, small sounds tumbling out each time his cock slammed home.

“We have to be quiet, remember?” he growled, other hand tight on your hip, pulling you back on his cock as he thrust forward. You whimpered, clenching down on him as he roughly pushed two fingers into your mouth, curling them over your tongue. You sucked on them, tilting your jaw to encourage him to push deeper into your mouth, to gag you so you couldn’t cry out and give away your transgressions.

“Fuck,” He was groaning into your neck, his hips starting to falter in their rhythm. “I’m not gonna last. Touch yourself. Want to feel you come on my cock. Please.”

You dropped a hand to your clit at his sweet entreaty, at odds with how roughly he was taking you. You worked your fingers in hard, fast circles to match his pace, swallowing a groan, knuckles of your free hand turning white as you tried to hold yourself upright.

The pleasure that was rising in your system had been a blurry haze, surrounding you like a cloud, sparking and tingling throughout your body. Now, at the touch of your hand, it’s been brought into sharp focus, the white hot edge clear and present as you came, choking on a silent cry as you hurdled over the edge, the world seeming to fall out from under you, every muscle in your body seized in pleasure. Your pussy clenched down on Jackson’s cock as he fucked you through it, one, two, three more thrusts before he bit down on your shoulder, muffling his cry as he came deep inside you, filling you up.

He rode out the aftershocks, panting against your neck, lips pressed against your skin and you hummed, reaching back to grasp his hand, tangling your fingers together. You went to tug him forward, intending to press your lips to his knuckles when there was a loud creak and the door to the archive was thrown open.

“Everything ok down there? It sounded like something might have fallen over.”

You jerked, dislodging Jackson’s softening cock and spun around to see a look of horror on his face as the heavy tread of the archivist could be heard coming down the stairs to the stacks.

“Shit.” He yanked up his pants, not bothering with his belt while you pulled your skirt down and shoved his coat at him to cover any obvious stains.

“Oh no!” You called out, tugging at the hem of your sweater, and trying to smooth your hair in a way that didn’t make it clear you had just been fucked in someone’s holy archives. “We’re fine! We’re good! Just knocked some books over. No need to come back here!”

The footsteps got closer and Jackson is wheezing, trying to hold back his laughter, while you shove him and scramble with the pile of books that had ended up scattered over the floor in the intensity of your orgasm.

The kindly old lady poked her head around the corner just as you stood with the books in your arms. Jackson held his coat in front of his open pants like a shield, face flushed and hair sticking up all over.

“Oh!” She exclaimed, and frowned in disapproval, looking from you to Jackson and back. You were screwed, and not in the fun way you had been just moments before. And your moment of panic was only made worse by the slow trickle of cum that was now seeping out from your panties and down your thigh.

The old woman tisked and shook her finger at Jackson. “Now that’s not very gentlemanly, letting your lady friend do all the hard work. You should be putting all those muscles to work and doing the heavy lifting.”

“Ah…” Jackson sounded strained as he ducked his head bashfully. “Of course. I’ll uh, help her out right away.”

The old lady frowned at him, clearly not trusting, then nodded. “Be sure you do.” And with that she turned and shuffled back upstairs.

You barely held it together, gasping, tears forming at the corner of your eyes as you bit your lip against the hysterical burble that threatened to burst out, and when the door clicked shut both you and Jackson burst into laughter. He dropped his coat, tugging the books from your hands and crowded you back against the shelf, lips pressed to the corner of your mouth, your cheek, your jaw line.

“And here I was thinking I had done all the hard work.” He murmured against your skin, smirking and rolling his hips into you suggestively.

You curled your fingers in this shirt, pulling him against you, and laughed. “You say that like I put no work into distracting you that whole time.”

He snorted, nipping at your jaw, grinning at your gasp. “See? I knew my research was definitive.”

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Cabin in the Woods [18+]

Jackson Neill x Female Reader

For @storiesofsvu’s Fall Bingo! Requested by @resparza!

Summary: You and Jackson take a trip to New England that goes slightly awry.

Warnings: NSFW, nipple play, fingering, praise, slow gentle sex until the end when it gets a lil rough. Fluffy fluff & the tiniest bit of angst (so Jackson can reassure you). Trans male version here

3,350 words

Jackson made a tiny mistake with the timing. He booked your leaf-peeping getaway for mid-October, when the leaves in the city were just beginning to turn.

When you arrived at your cozy Airbnb in the mountains of Vermont, you were greeted by the awe-inspiring sight of… sticks.

“Goddammit. I forgot how geography works,” Jackson griped, pinching the bridge of his nose. He’d been in a sour mood for most of the drive up I-91 when the scenery started to look distinctly more ashen than orange halfway through Massachusetts.

“It’s like we time-traveled two weeks into the future,” you marveled at the bare tree branches rattling in a chilly breeze. Your rustic cedar-shingle cabin was surrounded by forest and at the end of a long dirt driveway. Even without the screen of leaves, you couldn’t see any neighbors.

“So much for leaf-peeping. There are no leaves.”

You picked up a bright red maple leaf from the driveway. “Found one!”

He chuckled at your enthusiasm and shook his head. “If I made our reservation a week earlier, the foliage would be, you know, in trees.”

“Found another!” you pointed at the colorful ground, grinning. “There’s another!” You picked each one up and tossed them at him like confetti.

“Alright!” he groaned, curling his elbow about your neck like a shepherd’s crook to wrangle you in. “I see you refuse to have a miserable time. Won’t even wallow with me for two seconds?”

“I think it’s pretty.” You turned in his arm and kissed him.

The tip of your nose was cold, but your lips were warm as he kissed you back and tried to look on the bright side. Just because things weren’t going to plan didn’t mean he had to relapse into his ingrained Catholic guilt.

***

Since the publication of his book, Meyerism: A New American Religion, Jackson Neill had been receiving threats from the eponymous cult that had him on edge. Not only was he afraid for himself—he wasn’t so macho to pretend otherwise—but he worried about you or his kids getting caught in the crossfire. The deeper he dug into the Meyerist Movement, the more he was convinced they were capable of anything.

This vacation was supposed to be a way to leave all that behind for a weekend, but stress clung to him like spiderwebs.

At least the weather was cooperative. Friday afternoon was clear and sunny—just the right temperature to sit out on the porch with a hot cup of cider. After unpacking, you settled down with Jackson on Adirondack chairs and listened to the sounds of nature as the fading sun slanted orange and red through the forest.

Pops of bright color still stood out amid the dull grey-brown landscape like flames—late trees that had waited for your arrival to change.

“You’re right: it is pretty,” Jackson conceded, your hand nested in his. Your fingertips were getting cold, so he held them to his lips and blew on them.

Tomorrow, you’d go on a nice hike with a beautiful view of the snow-capped Green Mountains. The trip wasn’t a total waste, Jackson thought. He tried to relax.

***

The next morning, you awoke to the pounding of rain on the roof and Jackson pacing downstairs in the living room. The entire cabin creaked and groaned with the force of the wind, and you quickly pulled on a sweater and wool socks before padding down the stairs.

Jackson was tapping at his phone, muttering under his breath, before finally tossing the useless device on the couch with a dry laugh. His apparent crankiness couldn’t have been that bad, though—he’d gotten up early to light about a hundred votive candles, filling the dim living room with flickering golden light. He must have been planning something romantic.

You wrapped your arms around his shoulders and pressed a kiss to his stubbly cheek. “What’s wrong?”

“No signal out here in God’s country,” Jackson rolled his eyes at a wooden cross decorating a door frame, which had not been visible in the listing photographs.

“Isn’t there Wi-Fi?”

Jackson stared at you with lips so thin they vanished into a fine line, and eyes that looked ready to shatter like exploding light bulbs at any moment. “Storm knocked out the power.”

Oh. That was why he lit candles.

“And our hike is canceled, unless you want to go out in that.” A freezing mix of rain and sleet rattled the window panes.

It was easy to let another person’s bad mood get you down, but you tried to stay positive. He’d been so tense lately, he needed support. You both needed this vacation to go well. “That’s OK. We can stay in and get cozy with the fireplace.”

“You would think so,” he gave a humorless chuckle, shaking your arm off to sulk into the open-plan kitchen. “The listing said breakfast was included, but the refrigerator is empty. We’ve got… toast.”

“Maybe we can drive into town? Find one of those quaint little bakeries.”

“Out into the cold,” he sighed. “And we don’t have internet to look a place up. No wonder the host thinks they can get away with starving us—I can’t even call to complain!”

The wall of positivity you’d constructed groaned and cracked, and the anxiety it held back began to stream through. You sank down onto the couch.

Oblivious, Jackson hunted through the charmingly rustic (and empty) cabinets with an increasingly frustrated frown. “This trip is a disaster.” The words stung as surely as if he called you a disaster.

“I’m sorry.”

“What?” He turned. Your voice was so quiet he barely heard you say anything.

“I’m sorry,” you repeated so he would hear, lower lip trembling with the effort.

It took him three strides to cross the entire cabin, and he was on top of you, kneeling in front of the couch, stroking your face. “Hey, no, no… What are you talking about?” His green eyes were soft as the hay fields you’d passed yesterday as they searched yours.

“It was my idea to come here,” you sniffed.

“I know.” His head tilted, and frown lines creased his forehead. “I wanted this weekend to be perfect for you, and I can’t get anything right. I don’t know why you’re sorry. This is my fault.”

“But it’s my fault you’re miserable. I thought getting away from the city would be relaxing. I wanted some alone time with you. But you’re not having any fun. I just don’t want you to be upset…”

Something changed in his eyes.

“I… I’m not upset.” His thumb gently stroked your cheek. “I’m not upset at all—not at you. Maybe at myself. Fine, entirely at myself. This was your trip, and I fucked it up. I hate disappointing you.”

A hint of a smile crept back into your face. You covered his hand with your own and turned into it to kiss his palm. “Jax, you could never disappoint me. All I wanted out of this trip was to spend time with you. So long as we’re together, I’m happy.”

“You don’t look happy.” A flicker of a self-deprecating smirk. “Guess I ruined things by being a grouch, huh?”

Your face once again threatened a smile. “No…”

“Yes. I’m a big mean grouch. Come on, you can tell me off,” he grinned, leaning close to your neck and purring his words against your earlobe. “Punish me. Throw a handful of sleet down my shirt. Push me into a pile of wet leaves.”

“Nooo!” you squirmed beneath him, fighting a laugh as he invented tortures for himself and kissed them into your skin.

“Come on, I deserve it.” He pulled back, and a smile broke across his face like dawn to see how your eyes had brightened.

“Alright, alright. Maybe just a little sleet.”

“From now on”—he pressed his lips against your neck again and sucked lightly at the beat of your pulse point—“I promise”—he nibbled his way over your jaw—“to appreciate every moment of our vacation”—his lips ghosted against yours—“and make sure you feel good.”

You pulled him down onto the couch with you, falling back onto the cushions as his lips melted with yours and his tongue hunted for a moan inside your mouth. He found one, long, slow, and tortured as you tasted the raw heat of his apology.

“Mmm,” you hummed as if a chocolate truffle were melting on your tongue. “You want to make me feel good?”

“Yes,” he sighed back, lips moving against your cheek and his hips lazily grinding against your thigh.

“I have a few ideas about how you could do that…”

“So do I.”

His long fingers slid down your stomach and slipped beneath the waistband of your flannel pajama pants. You drew a sharp breath as his pads grazed the top of your slit, and he paused, looking to you with lust-blown eyes for permission to continue. Sucking your lower lip between your teeth, you angled your pelvis to move his fingers onto the aching bud of flesh that sent hot shivers out beneath your skin at the contact.

“Seems we’re on the same page, Dr. Neill,” you whispered, and captured his lips again.

Moaning into the kiss with a dark, gravelly rumble, Jackson let his fingers venture deeper into your folds. You weren’t drenched for him yet. Moments ago, you had been on the verge of crying, and he still had to reassure your body that it was wonderful and loved—but he was a patient man and enjoyed taking his time. Each breath and sigh was a signal he attended like a rapt student in the front row of the classroom, his own pleasure coursing through his veins as he played with your pussylips and brought out your trust and desire.

“Shirt off.”

Nodding, you peeled the hem up over your stomach, and he sat up to help you wriggle it off over your shoulders. While he was at it, he pulled off your pajama bottoms and stripped to his boxers.

“Hey, I’m cold,” you whined, pouting as goosebumps began to prickle over your naked arms.

He pulled the fleece blanket off the back of the couch and covered you both with it. “I’ll keep you warm, querida,” he purred as he lowered himself over you.

A hot flush spread over your skin. You loved when he spoke Spanish—sweetly, with the vocabulary of a 1950s telenovela, and full of diminutives the way his mother used to speak it to him as a child. A well-placed querida or cielito could send shivers up your spine. It was nothing compared to the back-arching jolt a moment later when his tongue teased your nipple.

You cried out, fingers curling sharply into his hair as if his tongue carried an electric charge, unsure if you were trying to push him off or pull him closer and make sure he never stopped. As he gently sucked and your sensitive flesh pebbled into a stiff peak beneath his circling tongue, you were leaning toward the latter. Head thrown back, you gasped out his name, begging for more.

He worshiped your chest, eyes flicking up to meet yours with a playful, attentive expression, but he didn’t give you more, no matter how you clawed at the back of his scalp. His tongue worked in gentle, leisurely circles, tracing one fully before moving on to give attention to the other.

Fingers delving back between your thighs, he found your clit swollen and throbbing. You let out a startled, sobbing moan as he stroked it, your back arching, clinging to his head almost painfully tight to brace against the overwhelming sensation. If he kept touching your two most sensitive areas at the same time, you were going to come fast.

“Easy…” he soothed, sensing your agitated level of arousal. “I want to make this last. Can you be good for me and wait?”

Whimpering, you nodded and loosened your tight grip.

“Yes, Dr. Neill.”

“Good girl.”

As he languidly serviced your nipples, he dragged his fingers lower, through your folds. It still made your skin prickle with wanting, but without direct contact with your clit, you wouldn’t come as fast.

When he found your entrance with the pad of a finger, it was slick enough to press inside without resistance. You let out a delicious, tortured moan as the long digit penetrated your tight walls, opening them a little at a time.

“Fuck, you’re so warm. So wet. That’s my good girl.” He lifted his face from your chest to kiss you in praise.

Your hips writhed to push the finger deeper as you kissed him back. He was hungry to reconnect with you—to go slowly and spend as much time as he could sharing pleasure with your naked body—but you were starving. You might explode if he didn’t fuck you.

He moaned softly as your wetness swallowed more of his finger. “Feels like you’re sucking it. Trying to pull me in. You must want more.”

“Yes… please,” you whined, your hands gripping at his broad shoulders.

A second finger stretched your entrance, and he began slowly fucking you with both.

“Oh, fuck. More! Harder,” you moaned.

“You sound so desperate,” he observed casually. “Like one of my students trying to cram for a test.” Heavy-lidded bedroom eyes betrayed his desire, but he wore a cheeky grin and did not increase his pace.

Wet sounds of flesh filled the cabin, so slow it was torture. “Please, Jackson… please let me come. Please…” you begged, but he just kept watching you studiously, worshipfully, as he fingered you slowly. Enough to keep you begging, but not enough to let you finish.

He was straddling one of your legs, and his cock pressed rock-hard into your thigh. Every so often, you would feel it twitch, usually when his fingers massaged a sensitive spot inside that made you give a satisfying noise, and he could feel your pussy gripping around him. Then he would murmur, “You’re so beautiful. Fuck, you feel so good.”

Only when you were a drooling, trembling mess that could barely string two intelligible words together did he start to actively roll his hips, rubbing his erection against your leg.

“Do you want more?”

“Y-yes,” you sobbed.

He sat back on his haunches, and you wailed as his fingers slipped from your yearning wetness, leaving you so empty. “Do you want me to fuck you?” he asked softly, so tenderly that “fuck” sounded like the most romantic, poetic word in the English language.

“I love you,” you replied, which wasn’t technically a yes, but made Jackson’s breath catch suddenly in his throat.

“I love you, too, mi corazón.” He tugged the elastic waistband of his boxers down over his straining cock, and, taking it in his hand, notched its thick head against your entrance. His forehead rested against yours as he demanded huskily, “Now tell me you want me inside you.”

You gasped. He was so big and blunt against your tight pussy, you almost didn’t think he could fit. But you knew he could—and you knew that was why he always warmed you up so gradually, so agonizingly, so he would never hurt you. With the crown of his cock stretching your opening, the temptation of being filled by him was so close that an unbearable ache drowned out every other thought.

“I want you, Jackson. I need you.”

A thrill rushed through you as his walls came crashing down. His hips canted forward, and a pleasurable burn filled your depths as his cock stretched you open farther than seemed possible—and you watched his mind empty in that moment. All the stress and worry were gone. Nothing was on his mind but you and how good you felt wrapped around him. Nothing existed for you but him between your legs and the ragged sound of his breathing.

As if to seamlessly replace his fingers with his cock, he set the same languid pace. At first, the difference in girth was enough to make it infinitely more intense. Relief cascaded through you as your pleasure finally began to build toward a finale, heat pooling in your lower body with every thrust. Dipping his head, Jackson found a hardened nipple and sucked it until you were babbling incoherently, hips jerking to add to the depth and friction he was giving you.

“H-harder,” you whispered, and this time, he didn’t tease you.

Your pussy coated his cock with so much cream, he knew you could take all of him. Knew you were ready to snap, and so was he—so his hips pounded faster, thighs slapping your skin, heavy balls swinging against your ass.

“Yes… yes… yes…” he breathed rhythmically, chasing his climax as your arousal coated his cock and slicked your thighs.

“More,” you rasped, though your fingernails were already digging red crescents into his back, the stretch almost too much. He needed a stress release, and you wanted to be his outlet. “Let yourself go.”

A final barrier broke inside him, and he took you so quickly, it was more like jerking himself off with your body than making love. Nothing went through his mind but seeking his own release. For a moment, Even you vanished, and there was nothing but his cock surrounded and gripped by unbelievable warmth. You cried out in pleasure at the new depths he struck with reckless abandon.

His hips stuttered. “Fuck!” he gasped, fingers gripping the couch cushion as his hot seed painted your inner walls.

He panted, going still. After a few moments of catching his breath, cock twitching the remainder of its contents into you, he wiped the sheen of sweat off his brow and opened his eyes.

“You didn’t come, did you?” He gave a sheepish sigh.

“It’s OK. Sometimes it takes me too long… It was fun anyway.”

“Stop that. Whoever gave you those excuses is a fucking idiot.”

Keeping himself sheathed inside you, he reached between your bodies to stroke your clit. You gasped out, finding your body responded quickly with waves of molten heat exploding between your thighs. You were still close to finishing.

Jackson circled his hips, using his spent, tender cock while it was still hard. Though each movement was overstimulating and made his body cry out to stop, he savored the way you responded to the pressure: your eyes squeezing closed, your breath growing shallow. He lowered his mouth to your chest again, stroking your clit faster as he flicked his tongue and rocked his hips in shallow thrusts. Your moans built, louder and more strained, back arching beneath him until finally, you came, walls crashing around him, convulsing and releasing, then clenching down again as your whole body shuddered with wave after wave of ecstasy.

Jackson’s mouth popped off the bud of your nipple as a pained moan tore from his throat. His exhausted cock suffered as your pussy involuntarily tried to milk another orgasm from it, but there was a smile on his lips. A breathy laugh.

“Fuck,” he moaned. “You’re perfect.”

You lay together for a while under the blanket. Even after you’d recovered, your shared body heat was incentive enough not to want to get up yet. The storm outside didn’t relent, and despite the warm light of a hundred flickering candles, the air inside the cabin was chilly. Soon, you would start up the fire in the rustic stone hearth, and you could stay cozy inside all day roasting marshmallows and reading books or playing board games. After a brief trip into town for supplies, that is. Besides, you would have to brave the storm to make good on your promise to slip some ice down his shirt.

For now, Jackson’s face was buried contentedly in the curve of your neck, hot puffs of breath tickling your skin. You held him in your arms, combing your fingers through his hair.

“So,” you murmured. “Enjoying our vacation yet?”

You felt him smile. “It’s everything I needed.”

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Weekend Top Ten #498

Top Ten Movie Cameos

The first time I think I ever noticed someone cameoing in a movie was Steven Spielberg. I was watching The Blues Brothers, and there was this guy, who I was sure was Mr. The Berg. I must have seen him in some behind-the-scenes something or the other. But he was a director, not an actor, so it couldn’t have been him, right? Then years later I was reading Empire, and sure enough, I was vindicated. It was indeed the play mountain himself. But more on that later.

So, cameos, then. What is a cameo? Now, in my opinion, I think it really has to be small. Really, it should just be one scene – or even one shot. The smaller the better. I’ve seen people online refer to Judi Dench in Shakespeare in Love or Tom Cruise in Tropic Thunder as cameos, which is very, very daft, as those are clearly supporting roles – even if they are quite small (and remember, Dench didn’t win her Oscar for “Best Cameo”, she won it for “We Meant To Give You This Last Year”, which is a very important category in the Oscars). I also think the best cameos should be unexpected; a nice surprising treat. And usually they’re funny – the incongruity of seeing that person in this film. Because that’s the other thing: for a cameo to really work, the person cameoing has to be kinda famous. For instance, some might say that Ashley Johnson in The Avengers is a cameo, but whilst she’s obviously awesome and prodigiously talented, I don’t think she’s instantly recognisable enough (which, y’know, she’s mostly famous as a voice actor); also there’s nothing inherently funny or surprising about her role, she’s a waitress who’s saved by Captain America. It doesn’t feel like it’s saying anything to have Johnson play that role, other than I guess Joss Whedon wanted her in the movie (it’s actually funnier that her brief scene is referenced in Loki, because Kate Herron had the whole of the MCU to draw from in a montage, but chose to use an unknown character who’s in one tiny bit of one film, entirely because she’s a huge fan of The Last of Us – see, that is arguably a cameo).

So my rationale for what is and isn’t a cameo might seem complex or even arbitrary, but when has that stopped me in the past? And so, with no further ado, we now get deep into the weeds of it and celebrate my favourite movie cameos of all time. Oh, and there’s no Bill Murray here; I know, I know, it’s a really famous cameo, but, er, I’ve never seen Zombieland. Sorry.

Stan Lee in Pretty Much Everything (2000-2019): I mean, who else? The absolute King of Cameos. Lee was a massive publicity hound all his life, and passed up no opportunity to get in front of the camera, so once big, proper movies were being made of his comics, he was right there, selling hot dogs in X-Men (2000), rescuing children in Spider-Man (2002), and then right through every MCU film until his sad death in 2019 (and even popping up in Teen Titans!). Hearing him tell Miles Morales “I'm going to miss him,” in Into the Spider-Verse chokes me up every time.

Carrie Fisher & George Lucas in Hook (1991): this has always been one of my favourites because unlike virtually every other entry in this list, you only know this if you’ve been told. But it’s funny and it’s sweet. When Tinkerbell takes Peter to Neverland, she flies over a bridge, where a silhouetted couple are seen canoodling. Her pixie dust falls across them, and they begin to float into the air. And apparently the unrecognisable couple are played by Princess Leia and the director of Star Wars. Which, I think you’ll agree, is pretty cool (Hook is really good for cameos).

Brad Pitt in Deadpool 2 (2018): having an invisible character offers plenty of opportunity for some good gags, especially in a Deadpool movie, but the real laugh in the film comes when the Vanisher is electrocuted and we get to see his face for a split second. And – ha – it turns out to be the hugely mega-famous Brad Pitt. It’s funny because he’s a massive star.

Martin Sheen in Hot Shots! Part Deux (1993): it’s one thing for the movie to do an Apocalypse Now gag, as Charlie Sheen’s Topper Harley sails down a river on a military boat, but hanging a lampshade on it by making it cross over with Martin Sheen’s Willard from the classic seventies Vietnam epic is another thing entirely. And then both actors notice each other – ha, funny, they’re father and son in real life – and say in unison, “I loved you in Wall Street!”. Very on-the-nose all the funnier for it.

Steven Spielberg in The Blues Brothers (1980): well, I mentioned him, and here he is, a totally nonplussed-looking administrator bloke just merrily eating a sandwich. He’s frightfully young (I’m guessing he was probably about 32 or 33) and he’s got a big brown tache instead of his usual ‘Berg Beard, he’s dressed very smartly and he’s awfully polite. His demeanour is hilariously in stark contrast to the mayhem around him, and his public persona is also hilariously in contrast to the raucous and ribald mood of the movie.

Cate Blanchett in Hot Fuzz (2007): this is one I didn’t even notice till I read about it after seeing the movie. In a very funny scene where Simon Pegg’s Nick Angel chats to his ex-girlfriend Janine, she is head-to-toe in forensic gear throughout, with a mask covering her face, so all we see are her eyes. But the gag of it is, she’s played by the phenomenally famous Cate Blanchett. You get a megastar to do one scene but make her unrecognisable. So funny it beats Peter Jackson’s evil Santa.

Don Ameche & Ralph Bellamy in Coming to America (1988): this is another one I remember finding hilarious when I was a kid. Walking down the street late at night with love interest Lisa (Shari Headley), Akeem (Eddie Murphy) nonchalantly gives a huge wad of cash to some poor homeless bums. But it turns out that they’re played by Murphy’s old Trading Places co-stars Ameche and Bellamy – and they refer to each other by their character names from that earlier film. “We’re back!” declares Ameche, referencing the end of Trading Places, when their crooked broker characters were defeated and ruined by Murphy and Dan Aykroyd. It’s a great bit of shared-universe tomfoolery, and very funny for fans of Murphy’s movies. Oh, and speaking of Aykroyd…

Dan Aykroyd in Casper (1995): in 1995 it had been six long, bitter years without a new Ghostbusters film; back then, we could still hold out hope for a proper Ghostbuster 3. Sadly that never came to pass, but it was a very pleasant surprise when Ray Stantz himself popped up in Casper, of all things, fearfully running out of Whipstaff Manor in full ghostbusting regalia and declaring, “Who ya gonna call? Someone else!”. I mean, after facing down Gozer and Vigo and who knows what else, you’d think three sarcastic arsehole ghosts would be no match for him, but maybe the ‘busters were having tough times. Maybe this will all be backstory in Ghostbusters: Afterlife. Maybe Cathy Moriarty and Eric Idle will return the favour and do cameos of their own. We can but hope.

Matt Damon, Luke Hemsworth, & Sam Neill in Thor: Ragnarok (2017): twenty years ago you could point to Goldmember as the, er, gold standard in multi-character cameo pile-ups. And while that is great – Danny DeVito giving the finger, Spielberg back-flipping – I think it’s been surpassed by this minor gaggle of stars hamming it up. Matt Damon – famouser than anyone actually billed in the movie – is An Actor Playing Loki. Dr. Alan Grant from Jurassic Park is An Actor Playing Odin (whilst Odin’s actor, Anthony Hopkins, plays Tom Hiddleston playing Loki playing Odin – do keep up), and Thor’s Real-Life Brother plays An Actor Playing Thor. It’s all delightfully meta and hilarious.

Ollie Johnston & Frank Thomas in The Incredibles (2004): this one’s really sweet, and like the Hook cameo, would very easily slip you by. At the end of the film, after the climactic battle, two old men cheer on the superheroes – “That’s old school!” “Yep, no school like the old school!” – but what’s great is that they’re voiced by – and designed to look like – Ollie Johnston and Frank Thomas, the last two surviving members of the famous “Nine Old Men” group of Disney animators, who’d worked on many of the classic Disney films. This was Pixar and director Brad Bird giving a tip of the hat to the legends who came before them, and made all the sweeter by the fact that Johnston and Thomas (both sadly now deceased) were absolute best buds in real life. A cameo that educates and makes you think! How nice!

There you go. Sadly no room for any of the many great Star Wars cameos, from Daniel Craig through to George Lucas’ entire family. Oh well!

#top ten #cameos #stan lee #thor #hook #incredibles #ghostbusters #eddie murphy #deadpool #steven spielberg #hot fuzz

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sinsiriuslyemo · 6 years

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Dr. Jackson Neill

Down Time - Jackson goes to a strip club after his divorce NSFW

Things You Can’t Learn From Books - Jackson teaches a young lady about sex NSFW

Things You Can’t Learn From Books 2 - Jackson continues to teach a young lady about sex NSFW

#dr. jackson neill

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thatesqcrush · 4 years

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K!nk Bingo Masterlist

@thatesqcrush

Fantasy - Shibari (Rafael Barba)

Gods & Monsters - Cockwarming (Nevada Ramirez)

Good Girl - Praise (Rafael Barba)

Ingenue - Moneyshot (Bryan Kneef)

Dress Blues - FemDom (Nick Amaro)

Striking Up The Ball - Masks (Rafael Barba)

All Circuits Busy - Dirty Talk (Bryan Kneef)

Witness - Spanking (Rafael Barba)

Game Night - Mirror Sex (Rafael Barba)

Game Night, Pt 2 - Edging (Rafael Barba)

Performance Review - Anal (Bryan Kneef)

Best Laid Plans - Threesome (Bryan Kneef, Rafael Barba)

Mistress - Toys (Rafael Barba)

Tilting At Windmills - Facesitting (Rafael Barba)

The Wedding - Voyeurism (Rafael Barba)

The Wedding, Pt 2 - Cunnilingus (Rafael Barba)

The Invitation - Pegging (Rafael Barba)

Peach - Ass Worship (Bryan Kneef)

Change of Plans, Pt 1 - Blow Job (Rafael Barba, Bryan Kneef)

Change of Plans, Pt 2 - Threesome (Rafael Barba, Bryan Kneef)

Change of Plans, Pt 3 - 69 (Rafael Barba, Bryan Kneef)

@itsjustmyfantasyroom

Tank Top & Boxers - 69 (Rafael Barba)

Live a Little - Daddy (Rafael Barba)

Green Silk Rope - Shibari (Rafael Barba)

We Ran Out - Money Shot (Nick Amaro)

Carpet Burn - Mirror Sex (Sonny Carisi)

Three’s a Charm - Threesome (Rafael Barba x Sonny Carisi

On Your Knees - BJ (Nevada Ramirez)

Snake Skin Booty Shorts - Ass Worship (Rafael Barba)

You’re Playing With Fire - Dirty Talk (Rafael Barba)

Are You Not Happy? - Face Sitting (Sonny Carisi)

Tu Diosa - FemDom (Nick Amaro)

Best Partner - Praise! (Sonny Carisi)

@beccabarba

Nevada & the Good Girl, Pt 1 - Spanking (Nevada Ramirez)

Nevada & the Good Girl, Pt 2 - Anal (Nevada Ramirez)

Nevada & the Good Girl, Pt 3 - Edging (Nevada Ramirez)

Nevada & the Good Girl, Pt 4 - Mirror Sex Nevada Ramirez)

Nevada & the Good Girl, Pt 5 - Papi (Nevada Ramirez)

Nevada & the Good Girl, Pt 6 - Femdom (Nevada Ramirez)

Nevada & the Good Girl, Pt 7 - Money Shot (Nevada Ramirez)

Nevada & the Good Girl, Pt 8 - Dirty Talk (Nevada Ramirez)

Nevada & the Good Girl, Pt 9 - Pegging (Nevada Ramirez)

Nevada & the Good Girl, Pt 10 - Toys (Nevada Ramirez)

Working Late - Blowjob (Rafael Barba)

Patience - Shibari (Rafael Barba)

Open Wide - Gag (Rafael Barba)

Surprise - Threesome (Rafael Barba x Sonny Carisi x Reader)

Surprise, Pt 2- DP (Rafael Barba x Sonny Carisi x Reader)

Summoned - Ass Worship (Frederick Chilton)

Summoned, Pt 2 - Praise! (Frederick Chilton)

Summoned, Pt 3 - Cockwarming (Frederick Chilton)

Voice of Reason - Nipple Play (Bryan Kneef)

Oral Skills - Cunnilingus (Rafael Barba)

Derailed - 69 (Jackson Neill)

Winning & Losing - Voyeurism (Nevada Ramirez)

Unmasked Hatred - Masks (Bryan Kneef)

Gambling Debts - Vibrator (Bryan Kneef)

Never Have I Ever - Facesitting (Rafael Barba)

@barbasimp

Part 1 - Vibrator (Nevada Ramirez)

Part 2 - Dirty Talk (Sonny Carisi)

Part 3 - Voyeurism (Frederick Chilton)

@prurientpuddlejumper

A New Arrangement, Pt. 6 - Voyeurism (Frederick Chilton)

A New Arrangement, Pt 7 - Mask (Frederick Chilton)

A New Arrangement, Pt. 8 - Praise!

A New Arrangement, Pt. 9 - Cockwarming (Frederick Chilton)

A New Arrangement, Pt. 10 - Facesitting (Frederick Chilton)

A Lipless Face That I Want to Marry, Pt 3 - Shibari (Frederick Chilton)

A Lipless Face That I Want to Marry, Pt. 6 - Mirror Sex (Frederick Chilton)

Dr. Chilton Hates Camping - Blowjobs (Frederick Chilton)

Guerrerita, Pt. 2 - Cunnilingus (Nevada Ramirez)

Out Tonight, Pt 2 - Papi (Rafael Barba)

Out Tonight, Pt 6 - Nipple Play (Rafael Barba)

Parental Advisory - Ass Worship (Frederick Chilton)

@detective-giggles

Mine - Money Shot (Sonny Carisi)

Toy Box - Toys (Sonny Carisi)

@karens-imagined-world

First Fight - BJ (Sonny Carisi)

Papi - Papi/Daddy (Rafael Barba)

Cunnilingus (Nick Amaro)

Mirror Sex (Nick Amaro)

Please Sir - Spanking (Jackson Neill)

My Little Pet - Femdom (Frederick Chilton)

A New Feeling - Pegging (Frederick Chilton)

Dirty Talk (Sonny Carisi)

Two Weeks - Edging (Sonny Carisi)

Bullseye - Money Shot (Nevada Ramirez)

Shibari (Nick Amaro)

Memo 618 - Ass Worship (Bryan Kneef)

Memo 618, Pt 2 - Anal (Bryan Kneef)

I Can Read You - Facesitting (Jonas Nightingale)

Shush - Gag (Jonas Nightingale)

Voyeurism (Frederick Chilton)

Cockwarming (Jackson Neill)

Praise (Sonny Carisi)

Lets Have A Little Fun - Toys (Sonny Carisi)

Masquerade - Mask (Frederick Chilton)

Full - DP (Nick Amaro x Reader x Bryan Kneef)

Three Makes a Party - Threesome (Sonny Carisi x Reader x Jackson Neill)

The Taste of You - 69 (Nevada Ramirez)

Cure My Ache - Nipple Play (Rafael Barba)

A Silent Buzz - Vibrator (Rafael Barba)

@the-hopeless-haze

Someone Who, Like it Or Not, Will Want You to Share a Little a Lot (Part 9 of Being Alive) - Praise! (Rafael Barba)

Someone Who, Like it Or Not, Will Want You to Share a Little a Lot (Part 13 of Being Alive) - Cockwarming (Rafael Barba)

@tropes-and-tales

Closer to You - Cockwarming (Nick Amaro)

The Pleasure of Just Watching - Voyeurism (Sonny Carisi x Reader x Rafael Barba)

Hidden From View - Masks (Nevada Ramirez)

In Plain Sight - Papi (Nevada Ramirez)

Sensitive - Nipple Play (Nick Amaro)

Devoured - Facesitting (Rafael Barba)

Reflective - Mirror Sex (Sonny Carisi)

A New View - Anal (Nevada Ramirez)

Exposed - Edging (Nevada Ramirez)

Yes Ma’am - FemDom (Frederick Chilton)

Please Ma’am - Pegging (Frederick Chilton)

Tongue Tied - Cunnilingus (Bryan Kneef)

Smart Mouth - Dirty Talk (Bryan Kneef)

Speechless - Spanking (Bryan Kneef)

Meditative - Money shot (Sonny Carisi)

@delia26

Frederick Chilton - FemDom (MoodBoard/Media Edit)

@mrsrafaelbarba

Saudade MoneyShot/Voyeurism (Rafael Barba)

@madpanda75

Penance - Gags (Jonas Nightingale)

#thatesqcrush kink bingo

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theswordofpens · 5 years

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For the ask game - 3, 12, 15 and 24

Thank you for the asks!

3: Which 3+ songs would you make up a playlist for the novel?

I actually do have a playlist already constructed for Blood Tournaments! The songs included are:

Jungle by X Ambassadors feat. Jamie N Commons

Victorious by Panic! At The Disco

Survival by Eminem

New Divide by Linkin Park

Battle Cry by Imagine Dragons

Legends Are Made by Sam Tinnesz

The Fire by Felix Cartel & Clockwork feat. Madame Buttons

Army of Me by Bjork

Centuries by Fall Out Boy

All The Stars by Kendrick Lamar, SZA

Stronger by Kanye West

Rise by Katy Perry

12: Who are your character face claims?

Oh gosh, there’s a lot actually. For this one, I’ll answer with the cast I’d like to have for Blood Tournaments. Adam Enders - Tye Sheridan. Gwen Baxter - Olivia Cooke. Titus Reyes - Melvin Ingram. Samuel Yamato - Haruma Miura. Beth Cole - Rose Leslie. Jasmine Khan - Jenna Dewan. William Johnson - Jake Abel. John Young - Asa Butterfield. Rex Hanes - Alex Meraz. Casey Williams - Meagan Good. Coach Clark - Bruce Willis. Dr. Vance Kyne - Sam Neill. President Baxter - Gerard Butler. Clair Upfield - Julianne Moore. Markus - Marco Castelli. Jonah - Liam Hemsworth. Rezaria - Milla Jovovich. Diana - Annalynne McCord. Thaddeus - Tom Hardy. Anna - Ursula Parker. Leon - Jackson Wang. Will I ever get these people to act for my movie? Probably not, but it’s still fun nonetheless. XD

15: Describe each character’s daily outfit.

Oh Jeez, there’s way too many characters to describe here. I’ll just use the Universal Knights for this one. Adam’s usually in something simple, like pants a t-shirt, and combat boots. Ashton’s outfit is literally the same as Josh Faraday’s from The Magnificent Seven. Alayla wears a combat skirt with gladiator-style sandals, and an athletic shirt. Rachel’s got a tank top, cargo pants, and combat boots. Raven wears all black sweater, pants, and shoes. Aurora wears a type of blouse, good jeans, and sturdy shoes. Sir Chris usually wears his Templar uniform. The Guardian wears her cloak and meditation clothes, like something a monk would wear.

24: Which character is most like you? Least like you?

This one’s a bit of an interesting question. I think all of them have a little piece of my personality within them. However, if I had to choose one of them to be most like myself, it would most likely be Adam Enders. I see a lot of myself in him, and a lot of people who’ve blessed me by reading my book have told me that they see Adam as a form of me. As for which one of my characters I’m least like, I would say it would be Raven. And not exactly in a bad way, don’t get me wrong. The reason why we’re least alike is that she’s more of a “Chaotic Good” kind of person, meaning that she doesn’t care what she does so long as she is doing the right thing. I’m just too much of a compassionate person not to care about other people and how my actions could negatively affect them. I can’t say that there haven’t been times where I’ve wanted to through caution to the wind in order to protect the ones I love, though.

Thank you again for the asks! Please send me more if you’d like to! ^_^

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frangipani-wanderlust · 6 years

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So…Jurassic Park is on Netflix and I haven't watched it in years. Buckle up as I liveblog for you, the original and still champion:

JURASSIC PARK!

I always forget about this beginning bit with the dinosaur in the box.

I'm very confused about what version of "spared no expense" involves putting a dinosaur on a forklift. Like, they couldn't get a crane and just drop it into the cage from above?

"The underwriters feel that the accident has raised some very serious safety questions about the park." Uh, yeah, mister insurance dude. They're using forklifts to move dinosaurs. I feel like those are valid concerns.

Wow. Congratulations on the amber-mining foreman to make paleontological excavation sound vaguely sinister there.

Sam Neill! Hooray!

Who's the radar guy? "Christopher John Fields." Huh. Oh! That's Billy Brennan from the third movie. Played by a different actor.

Dr. Allen Grant, everyone. Giving nightmares to children since 1993.

For the record, I'm kinda on Dr. Grant's side with respect to kids. I'm very happy for other people to have them, but I'm not especially attached to the idea of having my own.

I understand the movie needed someone to make things go wrong. But I really don't understand why they needed to make Nedry so gross. Every scene he's in is just disgusting. Which is really unnecessary.

Ian Malcolm is basically the GrandMaster from Thor: Ragnorok in an earlier incarnation. With the exception that Malcolm does actually care if other people suffer, albeit in an abstract way. Personality-wise, though? Dead identical.

I do like that they're basically letting the music carry this scene. One of the only John Williams scores that has genuinely unique musical thoughts in it.

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Oh yeah. There's dinosaurs. Big as very big life.

Woo, that's a good shot by that lake.

"Don't you mean 'extinct?'" I don't like Dr. Malcolm. He's a jerk.

My dad's over here complaining that you can't clone people by having them randomly step out from behind each other on a movie screen and be exact duplicates. Which is hard to argue with, I admit.

This incredibly fake southern accent in the explainer movie is driving me bananas.

"Are these characters auto…erotica?" I don't want to know about your weird kinks, lawyer guy!

"We control their chromosomes, it's really not that difficult!" Yeah, just a simple matter of genetic engineering.

I'm having a very hard time with BD Wong not being the SVU psychologist here.

Why is the cow a puppet? Couldn't they afford to borrow a live cow? It's not like it was actually going to be eaten by a dinosaur.

Malcolm is a jerk, but he makes a lot of valid points here.

Samuel L Jackson with hair!

The gate aesthetic is very 1990s.

The dilophasaurus description is basically Komodo Dragons. Hate those things.

They're all so excited about this miserable triceratops. That poor thing looks very, very unhappy to exist at all.

Malcolm looking so distressed about dinosaur droppings. Nobody ever said biology was neat and clean.

Although, that is a lot of poop. That's more than that triceratops' weight in poop! How on earth did it poop that much?

All these lovingly close-up shots of vintage Macintosh tech.

Oh, man the water cups. Classic.

This T-Rex attacks the cars scene is way more intense than I remember. Yikes.

Malcolm getting the T-Rex's attention so that Grant can get the kids away is…legit. I hate him slightly less.

And Nedry is dead. Good riddance.

"The thing about climbing is, you never look down." I have never understood this. How are you meant to climb down without looking where you put your feet?

"Must go faster!" And Ellie's just in the passenger seat screaming.

I kind of love how basically all the merchandise in the gift shop is stuff you can buy IRL. They marketed the crap out of this film.

This is a very intense debate these guys are having about whether the computers will come online again after a hard reset. I didn't even buy that in the 90s. Of course, it's gonna work. You always turn it off and back on again.

Oh my gosh, Tim is such a gruesome kid.

You tell 'em, Ellie.

Muldoon is really addicted to hunting. Send off your buddy while being stalked by the highly lethal predators. Great plan.

I learned a good trick with electric fences to tell if they're on. Get a long stick with some green in it. Hold the back end and put the far end directly on the fence. Slowly slide the stick forward. The stick is not a conductor, but the water in it is. If the fence is turned on, you'll feel slight tingles, but not the full charge.

That is a well-placed palm leaf when the velociraptor eats Muldoon.

"Unless they figured out how to open doors." Well, anybody can open the handle doors! Dogs can figure that one out.

So, this is the weirdest *NIX GUI I've ever seen.

Allan Grant indulges his lifelong dream of kicking a dinosaur in the face!

And the T-Rex rescues them from the velociraptor! Whoo-hoo!

"After careful consideration I've decided not to endorse your park." Dr. Allan Grant, OUT.

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#jurassic park #the original #still the best #allan grant #ellie sattler #ian malcolm #humor #liveblog #jurassic park spoilers #do i still have to warn for that #after twenty-five years?#a quarter decade is past the spoiler expiration date?#isn't it?

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tomorrowedblog · 3 years

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Friday Releases for August 20

Friday is the busiest day of the week for new releases, so we've decided to collect them all in one place. Friday Releases for August 20 include Reminiscence, Cryptozoo, Solar Power, and more.

Reminiscence

Reminiscence, the new movie from Lisa Joy, is out today.

Nick Bannister (Jackman), a private investigator of the mind, navigates the darkly alluring world of the past by helping his clients access lost memories. Living on the fringes of the sunken Miami coast, his life is forever changed when he takes on a new client, Mae (Ferguson). A simple matter of lost and found becomes a dangerous obsession. As Bannister fights to find the truth about Mae’s disappearance, he uncovers a violent conspiracy, and must ultimately answer the question: how far would you go to hold on to the ones you love?

The Protégé

The Protégé, the new movie from Martin Campbell, is out today.

Rescued as a child by the legendary assassin Moody (Samuel L. Jackson) and trained in the family business, Anna (Maggie Q) is the world’s most skilled contract killer. But when Moody – the man who was like a father to her and taught her everything she needs to know about trust and survival – is brutally killed, Anna vows revenge. As she becomes entangled with an enigmatic killer (Michael Keaton) whose attraction to her goes way beyond cat and mouse, their confrontation turns deadly and the loose ends of a life spent killing will weave themselves even tighter.

Demonic

Demonic, the new movie from Neill Blomkamp, is out today.

From the director of DISTRICT 9 and ELYSIUM, a young woman unleashes terrifying demons when supernatural forces at the root of a decades old rift between mother and daughter are revealed.

Sweet Girl

Sweet Girl, the new movie from Brian Andrew Mendoza, is out today.

He lost the love of his life to a pharmaceutical company’s greed. Now his daughter is without a mother, and he’s without justice. For now.

Blood Conscious

Blood Conscious, the new movie from Timothy Covell, is out today.

A vacationing family turns the tables on a mass shooter who claims to be fighting demonic forces.

Cryptozoo

Cryptozoo, the new movie from Dash Shaw, is out today.

Featuring the voice talents of Lake Bell, Zoe Kazan, Michael Cera, Louisa Krause, Peter Stormare, Thomas Jay Ryan, and Grace Zabriskie, the film follows cryptozookeepers through a richly-drawn hallucinatory world as they struggle to capture a baku (a legendary dream-eating hybrid creature) and begin to wonder if they should display these rare beasts in the confines of a zoo, or if these mythical creatures should remain hidden and unknown.

Risen

Risen, the new movie from Eddie Arya, is out today.

Disaster unfolds when a meteor strikes a small town, turning the environment uninhabitable and killing everything in the surrounding area. Exobiologist Lauren Stone is called to find answers to the unearthly event. As she begins to uncover the truth, imminent danger awakens and it becomes a race against time to save mankind.

Flag Day

Flag Day, the new movie from Sean Penn, is out today.

Loving his daughter was the only honest work he ever did.

The Night House

The Night House, the new movie from David Bruckner, is out today.

Reeling from the unexpected death of her husband, Beth (Rebecca Hall) is left alone in the lakeside home he built for her. She tries as best she can to keep it together – but then nightmares come. Disturbing visions of a presence in the house calling to her, beckoning her with a ghostly allure. Against the advice of her friends, she begins digging into her husband’s belongings, yearning for answers. What she finds are secrets both strange and disturbing – a mystery she’s determined to unravel.

The Girl Who Got Away

The Girl Who Got Away, the new movie from Michael Morrissey, is out today.

Massena, New York, 1998. A decade of terror comes to a close with the capture of, Elizabeth Caulfield, a woman who kidnapped five young girls and pretended they were her own. Only one girl, Christina Bowden, managed to get away with her life, the other four found buried behind Caulfield’s decrepit home… 20 years later Caulfield has escaped from prison and launches a deadly pursuit to finish what she began. Christina’s seemingly perfect life comes crashing down around her as the secrets of her past come back to haunt her.

Rare Beasts

Rare Beasts, the new movie from Billie Piper, is out today.

An anti rom-com about Mandy, a career-driven single mother, who falls in love with the charming, traditionalist Pete.

The Chair

The Chair, the new TV series from Amanda Peet and Annie Wyman, is out today.

The Chair follows Dr. Ji-Yoon Kim (Sandra Oh) as she navigates her new role as the Chair of the English department at prestigious Pembroke University. Ji-Yoon is faced with a unique set of challenges as the first woman to chair the department, and as one of the few staff members of color at the university.

Truth Be Told S2

The second season of Truth Be Told, the TV series from Nichelle D. Tramble, is out today.

Poppy Parnell (Octavia Spencer) has a new case she would like you to reconsider when her childhood friend and media mogul Micah Keith (Kate Hudson) finds herself embroiled in tragedy and scandal. Poppy seeks to help Micah, pursuing justice on her very public and popular podcast, but at what personal and professional cost to Micah and her media empire?

Arietta of Spirits

Arietta of Spirits, the new game from Third Spirit Games and Red Art Games, is out today.

The game tells the story of Arietta and her family, visiting their Grandmother's cabin for the first time after her passing away a year prior. However, the family trip takes an unexpected turn when Arietta meets a mysterious new friend and gains the ability to see strange spirits that inhabit the island.

Solar Power

Solar Power, the new album from Lorde, is out today.

The Ballad of Dood & Juanita

The Ballad of Dood & Juanita, the new album from Sturgill Simpson, is out today.

#Games #Movies #TV #Music #News

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sinsiriuslyemo · 5 years

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Hey Amanda! Can you please write a Jackson Neill fic for me?! You can freestyle with it

Mah girl! I’m so sorry this took me so long, but I hope this makes up for the wait this imagine. Hope that’s okay! Love youuu and thank you for the request!!

Sinceriously,

Hero

For the last three weeks, you had been exchanging emails with Dr. Neill, making plans for the summer break to spend two weeks together. Despite the fact that the emails had been relatively PG, thoughts of your first sexual encounter continued to replay over and over in your mind. It had been rather difficult to focus, even though your classes were on the opposite side of the campus as where his were held. Your center ached for his touch, leaving your panties a sopping mess by the end of each day. Finals had kept the both of you busy the last week and, as you turned in your endmost exam, a flutter arose in your stomach at the realization that in just a few short hours you and Dr. Neill were going to be having dinner at your place. As you passed by the other students, still agonizing over their tests, some glaring at you as you walked by, you pushed your glasses up the bridge of your nose and bit your bottom lip. You had always been the first to finish your test, today was no different.

Leaving the classroom, you walked down the hall towards the double doors that would lead you out to the quad.

"Y/N!" You turned at the sound of your name, meeting eyes with Lani Thompson, one of the popular sorority sisters, as she jogged to catch up with you. She'd never talked to you before, but still you smiled politely, waiting for her to reach your side. "Hey! You just took Miller's final, right? Tara said you were in her class."

"Oh, yes. I just came from there, actually," you answered, fidgeting with your glasses, something you always did when you were nervous.

"I'm supposed to take it tomorrow and I was hoping you could maybe help me study?"

You opened your mouth to decline when her hand fell on your arm as she pleaded with you.

"Oh, please! I would owe you big time--"

"--I can't, actually I have plans for tonight," you answered, cheeks growing pink at the subtle reminder of your date with Dr. Neill.

She jerked her head back as her perfectly shaped brows made waves above her eyes. "What could you possibly have planned?"

You would've been offended if not for your reputation, but it was her entitled tone, as if she were indignant to your unavailability, that irked you most. You may not have been one for bar-hopping or parties, but you were still a person and every person had a life outside of their professional or in this case academic environment.

"I have a date, actually," you replied, tilting your chin up.

Her lips began to form a smile, stopping their movements when she realized you were serious, and a she gave a guffaw. "Look, just call your guy up and tell him you can watch the new season of Star Wars tomorrow night. I mean, this is my future we're talking about here. Can't you do me this teensie little favor?"

Her bottom lip curled downward in a pout that you imagined she'd perfected long ago, but you shook your head. There was no way you would cancel plans with Dr. Neill for a woman who, up until now, had never given you the time of day.

"I'm sorry, I cannot. He and I have been planning this dinner for weeks," you explained.

"Well, then, how about I come over after your dinner and we can study then?" she suggested.

"I'm afraid that would be inconvenient for me as well. I plan on inviting him to spend the night," you replied, the flutters in your stomach flaring up again at the thought of you and Dr. Neill, tangled in a web of sweaty, bare limbs. Waking up in his arms was something you had fantasized about ever since the first time he had come to your apartment.

Lani arched a brow. "Really? I didn't think you ever got laid. Or are you guys just gonna cuddle?"

"Lani, just some free advice, it's never a wise choice to be condescending to someone when you've asked for a favor," you said. "But for your information, I am not a prude as you so obviously believe me to be. I just happen to have standards, which most of the buffoons attending this university fail to meet."

"Why can't you see that I need help, Y/N?" she asked, crossing her arms in front of her chest.

"I do see it, I simply cannot help you. The ecam wasn't very difficult. If you've been paying attention to the lectures, you should be just fine," you answered, turning to walk away and stopping after a few steps to look back at her. "By the way, Star Wars is a film franchise created by George Lucas and released in theaters worldwide. Star Trek is a television series that was created by Eugene Wesley Roddenberry, and airs on CBS."

Without another word, you pivoted on the ball of your foot and walked away with your head held high. You were somewhat proud of yourself. Any other time you might have conceded to help her, you never gave up an opportunity to tutor someone. But with the promise of getting to see Dr. Neill again and under circumstances that were much more intimate than they'd been even on that first day at your apartment, you weren't about to let your love of academia ruin your sex life. You grinned to yourself: you now officially had a sex life!

The butterflies in your belly were running amok by the time you got home, the seat of your panties soaked from the dirty thoughts you'd been having on the bus ride to your apartment. Despite the fact that he wasn't due to arrive for another two hours, your knees wouldn't stop knocking. You had spent the last three weeks researching different sexual activities and positions and making a list of all the ones you wanted to try during your two week rendevouz with Dr. Neill. And when that list had grown until you had five pages, front and back, you decided to narrow it down to five things to start, one for each day with room to be able to repeat a certain activity if you both cared to. If the two of you had time for more, you could always revisit the master list.

You tried to keep your mind from wandering and your body under control as you went about the apartment, tidying the place up and setting the lasagna into the oven to bake. Once you were done setting the timer for dinner, you put some candles on the coffee table and your small but accommodating kitchen table to light later on. With everything ready, you went into the bathroom to shower and get dressed.

…

Jackson glanced down at his attire as he walked up to your door, smoothing a hand down the length of his tie. He'd considered going without one, but the idea of being in work attire, even if he wouldn't expect you to indulge in any kinks just yet, made his pulse quicken. He licked his dry lips and cleared his throat as his shoulders rolled and shifted for a moment. Taking a deep breath as he tucked the bottle wine he'd brought under his arm, his now free hand came up to knock on your door. He could hear you moving about on the other side, calling out to him that you were coming and he smirked to himself.

Two weeks. He would have you all to himself for two whole weeks, and he couldn't stop imagining all the ways he could take you both hard and fast and slow and gentle. Looking down at the flowers in his grasp, he fidgeted with them for a moment as the dead bolt snapped and the door was pulled open. He looked up at you and nearly lost his breath.

Your hair was down, slightly curled in loose waves over your shoulders and you must've had on contact lenses judging by the fact that you weren't wearing your glasses. Your make up was minimal, something he very much appreciated. His eyes continued to take you in and he exhaled when he saw that you had on a simple yet elegant black, halter neck mini slip dress that fell down to your midthigh, accentuating your long, smooth legs and black sandals on your feet. You looked good enough to eat and for a moment he wondered if he would be able to get through dinner or suggest to you that he could simply have you for dinner.

"Wow, Y/N, you look ravishing," he said, eyes slowly traveling back up your frame until he was looking into your eyes again.

You bit your lower lip as your hand came up, no doubt due to your habit of pushing your glasses up before you realized you weren't wearing them and let you hand fall at your side. "Thank you. You look very handsome, too."

He smirked and held out the flowers in his hand as he took a step forward. "I brought you these." He held up the wine bottle. "And this, I wasn't sure what you liked so I took a guess. I hope red will pair with whatever we're having."

Your eyes lit up. "They're beautiful, Dr. Neill! And yes, I believe will pair quite nicely"

Jackson shook his head, taking yet another step as one hand settled on your waist. "I thought I told you to call me Jackson."

Blushing, you lowered your gaze for a moment, licking your lips before you looked up at him from beneath your lashes. "I'm sorry...Jackson," you whispered, one shoulder slowly coming up before dropping again. "It's just a habit I suppose."

Shoulders tensing, he fought to keep himself from devouring your lips just yet. If he started kissing you, he wasn't sure he would be able to stop. "If you forget again, I'll have to spank you," he purred.

He could swear he saw a shiver cascade down your form and his eyes lowered to your breasts, perky and hidden beneath your dress. Licking his lips, he looked back to meet your stare just as the timer in the kitchen sounded.

"W-would you get the door while I take off--OUT. Take out the um...the um…" Your eyes had dropped to his lips as one hand pointed a finger behind you. "The thing…"

"Course," he answered with a smirk, turning only after you went into the kitchen and closing the door. "Would you like me to lock it?"

"Yes, please. If you wouldn't mind," he heard your answer from the kitchen.

He eyed the kitchen table, which had been adorned with a pair of tea candles no doubt in attempts to give an air of romance, and stepped to one of the chairs. Looking up at you, he watched as you bent to pull your creation from out of the oven and hummed under his breath. You had gone from mousey virgin to sensual temptress, while still retaining an aura of innocence that had his blood simmering, flickers of energy warming his skin. He longed to let his hands slide over your long legs, slip beneath the hem of your dress and grope your plump backside, which in the material of your attire looked positively delectable. Feeling slightly dizzy, he wrapped a hand around the back of the chair in front of him and inhaled deeply through his nose.

"I hope you like lasagna," you said, looking over your shoulder at him, soft smile on your lips.

A gentle shiver fell over his shoulders as he let his eyes drink you in for the upteenth time. "I do." Licking his lips, he wondered how quickly he could consume the pasta dish you'd made so as to suggest dessert as quickly as possible. The idea sparked another tremble through his body, this time beginning in the pit of his stomach and spreading in every direction.

"I'm glad," you said, bringing the dish over to the table and setting it in the center. "Please sit. I'll serve you."

Jackson couldn't help the small grin that fell on his lips at the way you played the good hostess, and he pulled the chair out to sit in it. "It smells delicious."

"Thank you," you replied as your cheeks turned an adorable pink. "It's my grandmother's recipe."

Biting down on his bottom lip, Jackson put all his efforts into keeping his eyes on his plate as you set a piece of lasagna on it. "Thank you."

You smiled bashfully, putting a piece on your own plate before moving around to sit in the chair across from him. Your eyes widened in realization as they fell on the wine bottle he'd brought. "I forgot a wine key!" you exclaimed, standing and rushing back into the kitchen to rifle through a drawer.

Jackson suppressed a chuckle as he reached for the bottle, tearing at the tin around the top. When you came back with a bottle opener, he took it from you and began to twist the pointed, curled end into the top of the cork. "So, how did your finals go?"

He hadn't particularly wanted to bring up school, but he'd realized not long after your first time together that he wanted to be involved in your life. He wanted to hear about your hopes, your dreams and fears, to know you more intimately than anyone else in your life.

"Very well, I think...though I've found it somewhat difficult to concentrate since you were last here," you answered with a blush as he poured some wine into your glass.

His chest swelled as the corner his mouth curled upwards. "Is that so?"

"Yes," you answered in a whisper, squirming in your seat. You could already feel the seat of your panties becoming damp and chanced a look up to find him smirking at you.

"I hope it wasn't too distracting," he replied, taking a bite from his lasagna and humming in approval. "This is great."

You smiled proudly. "Thank you."

"And just so you know, I've also had a tough time thinking about anything except that afternoon."

Your cheeks felt as though they were on fire as your nipples hardened beneath your dress. The thought of Jackson having trouble concentrating while giving a lecture made your mind swirl with thoughts of kneeling beneath his desk and taking him into your throat, tasting him while he tried to explain comparative religion to a new batch of students in the fall.

"You have?" you asked as you watched him eat some more lasagna and you began to dig into your own plate.

He nodded once. "Mhm. Specifically how amazing your lips feel wrapped around me." He grinned around the rim of his wine glass when he noticed your cheeks and chest flush. "Seems you're a natural. I was more than impressed."

"Really?" You bit down on your bottom lip, pressing your thighs together as your muscles pulsed with need. Swallowing your nerves, you took a deep breath. "I enjoyed your...oral skills as well." Oh my God! Did you really just say that aloud?!

He hummed in an exhale, eyes taking you in as he licked his lips. "I'll be sure to keep that in mind later this evening."

"Why wait?" you heard yourself say and your eyes widened in surprise.

Jackson chuckled and reached across the table to drag a finger along the back of your hand. "We really should eat. With what I have in mind we'll need all the extra energy we can get."

You visibly shivered and reached for your own wine glass with the hand that he wasn't touching, taking a huge gulp and earning an arched brow from him.

"Steady now. You should still have your wits about you," he purred, slipping his finger into your palm. "You have no idea all the dirty things I've thought of doing to you."

"Tell me," you whispered, opening your hand to give his finger more room to move over the creases of your palm. His hand picked yours up, bringing it to his lips and dropping a kiss on the center of your palm. The touch sent a shock straight to the apex of your thighs, eliciting a moan from you.

"Maybe a little later," he said. "Let's finish eating first."

You nodded and let out a sigh as you scooped up some more of your lasagna and began to eat. The silence was comfortable, warm, as though the two of you had been doing this for years. Every look, every smile or touch was second nature, and by the time you had finished eating, Jackson was helping you clean up and put the leftovers away.

"That was absolutely delicious, Y/N. Thank you for cooking," he said, taking up both your glasses of wine from the table and handing yours over.

"I'm glad you enjoyed it," you replied, smiling at him.

The two of you stood, staring at each other, respectively taking a sip from your glasses of wine before he broke the silence. "Should we sit for a while?"

Your heart was practically in your throat as you realized that with dinner already eaten, the rest of the night was yours to enjoy. Enjoy, you would, though the thought of quite possibly having sex for the first time had your mind going a mile a minute and your palms sweating so badly that you held your wine glass with two hands out of fear of it slipping from your grasp.

"Yes!" you exclaimed once you realized you hadn't responded to his suggestion.

He smiled and followed you to the couch. "You know, there's no pressure. We can just sit here and talk if you'd like. We don't have to--"

"--I made a list," you blurted out, eyes widening at the words that had so freely tumbled from your lips.

Jackson arched a brow as he sat beside you. "A list?"

The redness that spread over your entire face was endearing and he found himself wishing he could see whether it had spread to the rest of you. Setting his glass down on the coffee table, he turned to face you, knee bending to rest on the couch.

"Just...some things I'm interested in trying," you mumbled. "If you're up to it."

Jackson nodded and stretched an arm to rest behind you on the couch. "Okay, what are they?"

Pursing your lips, you looked up at him and swallowed, inhaling deeply. "Well, they're mostly just different positions." Your arms began to tremble and you instinctively pulled them closer against your sides.

"Okay…" He waited for you to continue, watching as you fidgeted with the hem of your dress with one hand while the other brought your wine glass up. He licked his lips. "You know, if we can't talk about this, I'm not going to feel very comfortable doing it," he said gently.

He didn't mean to push you, but part of having a healthy sexual relationship would require open communication, especially considering the fact that the power dynamics were already somewhat of a concern.

You tipped your shoulders back and lifted your chin. "You're absolutely right." Taking a deep breath, you met his eyes. "Missionary, doggie, cow girl and sixty-nine." His brows shot up and his mouth opened as he began to nod when you quickly added, "Oh! And spooning."

"Okay," he answered. "I can accommodate all of those. Maybe we should talk about boundaries. Is there anything that you can think of that you don't want?"

"Anal," you answered. "At least for the time being."

"Okay," he replied. "If you think of anything else during or I start to do something that makes you uncomfortable--"

"--I'll tell you."

"Promise?"

You nodded, smiling at him. "I promise."

"Good girl. While we're on the topic, is there anything we did last time that you want to do again?"

Biting down on your bottom lip, you leaned forward to set your glass down beside his and turned so that your knees were facing his. "All of it."

Jackson smirked and nodded slowly. "Noted."

"However, if you're so inclined, I would prefer for us to be on a bed," you said, eyes still trained on his.

He winked, nodding again. "We'll get there….but I'll keep it in mind."

"Shall we begin?"

His brows shot up on his forehead as a chuckle passed through his lips. Carefully moving closer to you, he brought the hand that was resting behind you to push some hair away from your face.

"How about we just keep talking for a while and just see what happens naturally?" he suggested.

Your eyes scrunched closed as you idly shook your head, hands covering your face. "Of course, oh my god! I'm so sorry, I--"

"--It's alright," he replied with a soft laugh.

"No, dear god, you must think I'm just a neanderthal!"

"I think you're a little nervous and that's alright," he said in another chuckle, gently taking your hands in one of his and pulling them down to your lap. "It's okay to be nervous. We have all the time in the world, so...let's just take it slow."

His words seemed to help you relax and Jackson licked his lips, dragging his teeth along his bottom lip.

"I hope you won't think me presumptuous…" his eyes shifted to the air above your head as his brows bounced. "Well, I suppose it is presumptuous either way, but...I wasn't sure if you had any...protection, so...I brought some with me."

To his surprise, you smiled at him, teeth catching your bottom lip as one hand fell on his knee. "I bought some as well. So I suppose we were both being presumptuous." Inhaling as if to gather more courage, you cleared your throat and lowered your eyes. "I was also hoping that you would spend the night. I'm not sure how you view…" you gestured between the two of you, "this...us, but…"

His hand came to rest on top of yours, sending sparks of energy over your skin, and you slowly brought your eyes back to his. "I think you're wonderful, Y/N. I've always thought so," he said in what was barely above a whisper. "I was attracted to you from the time you first walked into my class last year."

"Really?"

He grinned. "Why do you think I found any excuse to stay in contact with you even after the semester ended?"

Your mouth fell open as you bobbed your shoulders. "I thought perhaps you wanted to talk about a mentorship or...something."

He tilted his head thoughtfully. "In a manner of speaking, I suppose that's somewhat true, but...not for anything having to do with academics."

Your cheeks flushed again as you blinked several times. You thought back to all the times he would ask you to stay after class. How at first it had been to discuss a paper of yours that he thought was good enough to be published in an academic journal. How eventually he would ask you to stay simply to tell you about a documentary or an article you might find interesting. You thought of the day you and he had crossed the invisible line between all professors and students and how many times before that day he would happen to be walking by while you read at that picnic table. How he would stop to talk or even just say hello. It hadn't been your imagination wanting to read more into his actions! He had been expressing interest!

"I didn't realize," you whispered, shaking your head. "I mean I'd hoped, but…"

His smile grew as the hand that was on yours came to tuck his knuckles under your chin, turning your head until his lips had captured yours in a gentle kiss. The touch of his lips sent sparks into your body, eliciting goosebumps and a sigh that blew through your nose as you returned his gesture. The soft smacking of lips began as your arms wrapped around his neck, exactly as he'd shown you the first time you and he had kissed and a smile tugged the corner of your lips as he moaned his approval.

The arm that had been along the back of the couch was now wrapped around your waist, pulling you closer as he tilted his head to deepen the kiss. You could taste traces of the wine on his tongue as it licked across the roof of your mouth, seeming to want to memorize every ridge and bump before coaxing your own into a seductive dance. Threading your fingers through his hair, you whimpered while the other hand slid over his shoulder and down his chest until you could feel the thrumming beat of his heart against your palm. Breaking the kiss, he smiled at you, forehead resting against your own as you returned the smile and kissed him once more.

You stood, gently pulling him up with you and leading him down the small hallway towards your bedroom. The fluttering in your stomach intensified as the realization that in just a few seconds Dr. Jackson Neill would be in your bedroom crashed over you like a waterfall bursting through a dam. You swallowed the nerves that threatened to render you motionless and turned to face him, slipping your sandals off.

Jackson's hands once again cupped your face as he looked you right in the eyes. "Remember, if you become uncomfortable at any time..."

"I promise, I'll speak up," you answered, smiling back at him.

He nodded, closing the space between your lips again and moving his hands to your waist to pull your body against his. Humming when you opened up to him and allowed him to taste you once more, he gently squeezed your sides as one hand slid up the center of your back. He could practically feel the blood leaving his head and traveling south as he kissed down to your neck.

"You're so beautiful, Y/N," he whispered against the corner of your jawline, kissing beneath your earlobe and making his way to the throbbing spot on your neck. A shiver danced over him at the sound of your breathy response to his words and a tug in his pants urged him to gently suck your pulse point as his hands drifted down your sides, blindly seeking a zipper or button. When he found none, his hands slowly moved to curl fingertips under the hem of your dress while his lips followed the length of your collarbone.

Pulling his tie off, you let it fall to the floor and reached for the buttons on his shirt, leisurely unfastening them one at a time. Your head tilted to give him unobstructed access to your throat, groan being sucked from your windpipe as he pressed wet kisses over the front of your neck. A quiver built between your thighs, muscles constricting in search of purchase and initiating a series of goosebumps that traveled up to you nipples. Your hands slid along his stomach as you pulled his shirt open, nails dragging up his form until they scraped over his nipples and around his shoulders.

Cold air hit the areas where his hands had been as he took his shirt the rest of the way off. He reached for the hem of your dress again, tugging the material up and over your head and staring with hooded eyes at your black, lace panties and matching bralette.

"Oh fuck," he sighed, leaning slightly back to get a better look. "Will you spin for me? I wanna look at you."

Biting your bottom lip around a smile, you crossed one foot over the other and pivoted on the balls of your feet until your back was facing him, pausing for a moment before continuing your spin and facing him again. His hand reached for yours and pulled you against him as his head tilted to suck on your neck, leaving a mark while his palms grasped your backside, pressing your hips against his.

"Can you feel how hard you're making me?" he purred against your ear.

You moaned, nodding as your pelvis rocked towards his and your hands went to fumble with his belt. Panting and desperate to feel his phallus in your mouth, you all but ripped open his belt, doing the same with the button and zipper of his pants before you shoved the material down his legs. You kept your gaze locked on his as you sank down to your knees, lips slightly parted as you tongue came out to wet them. Encouraged by his approving groan, you dragged your gaze down to the firm, long, organ still hidden beneath his boxer briefs and pressed kisses that followed it's length from the base to the tip.

Jackson let his head fall back, eyes closing as he moaned and sunk his fingers into your tresses. Your nails scraped against his hips as you pulled his underwear down around his ankles, sending chills through his build. Bringing his head back to look down at you, he licked his lips as you dragged your pout along the thick vein on the underside of his cock, bottom petal catching at the tip and folding back as your tongue swiped over the weeping slit.

"Oh fuck, Y/N," he purred, hips arching towards your touch as his fingers closed around your hair. His eyes fixed on your tongue as it swirled around his head before you pulled him into your mouth and sucked while your hand came to massage his balls. Clearly you had been doing your own research on different techniques and yet still retained the little he had taught you weeks before. "You're such a good student," he moaned without much thought as to the layer meaning.

He could see your cheeks taking on a gorgeous pink shade as your eyes came up to meet his, lips still wrapped around his appendage as you moaned deeply and began to take more of him down. He held his breath in anticipation of touching the back of your throat, jaw slacked as his half-mast gaze held yours. The heat that surrounded him sent jolts of energy surging through his body, building until he reached the tight ring that led to your gullet and his breath came out in a loud shudder. You swallowed around him and his knees nearly buckled, grip tightening in your hair as you sucked and pulled up. He licked his lips, wishing he could taste your sweet nectar on them and whimpered as you let him pop free from your pout.

"How about we cross sixty-nine off that list of yours?" he suggested, his voice saturated in lust.

A thrill passed through your frame as you smiled up at him, looking down at the head of his cock once more and sucking it briefly into your mouth, taking some more of the clear pre ejaculate he produced before you stood. Biting down on your bottom lip, you looked up at him innocently as another tremble danced on your skin at the sound of him groaning.

"You're a little tease, aren't you?" he whispered around a smirk, his hands bringing your bralette up and over your head, exposing your breasts to his hungry gaze.

"I've been reading some more from that book," you answered, nipples puckering under his stare. "As well as others."

"I can tell," he mumbled as he dipped his head and covered one of your nipples with his mouth, flicking it with his tongue as he simultaneously sucked. His fingers toyed with the opposite peak, twisting and pinching as your head fell back, hands clutching his hair.

"Oh Jackson," you purred, earning a grunt from him. He bit down on your nipple, which sent sparks down to your center, inner walls clenching in an urge to be filled. He groaned, chuckle mixing with it as he let your nipple pop free of his lips and came up to kiss you.

His hands grabbed at your posterior, pulling you against his leaking erection while turning to gently push you onto you the bed. Looking down at you, he smiled at how sexy you looked on your back, naked except for your panties with a hungry, curious look in your eyes. Reaching for the waistband of your panties, he leisurely pulled them down your legs and brought the material up to his nose. Humming, he dropped the soiled underwear and stepped out of his pants and boxer briefs, which had still been around his ankles before he knelt on the bed and waited for you to climb up until your head was resting on a pillow.

Laying between your spread thighs, he trailed his fingers over your soft skin, inching closer to your core. His lips followed, leaving a trail of white-hot and wet kisses.

"You smell so good from here," he purred against the sensitive skin on the inside of your thigh. Dragging his tongue towards your pink slit, he sucked on the juncture where thigh meets hip and inhaled your scent again.

His movements seemed to slow with every inch he gained on your pulsing vulva. With feather-like strokes, he slid his tongue between your inner labia, parting the seam and getting a fresh taste of you. With a sigh, he sucked each of the thin, pink lips into his mouth and pulled them away from your body, eyes watching you arch off the bed.

"You have the sweetest pussy I've ever tasted," he purred against your clit before his tongue came out again and drew lazy circles around the hardened bud. He stopped himself from getting lost in your taste long enough to kiss his way back up your body, taking your pout with his own and letting you taste yourself. "I want you to sit on my face," he whispered against your lips, leaving one last kiss before he rolled onto his back.

He groaned as you straddled his head, and bent over to take him into your mouth, not wasting any time as you bobbed your head, taking him deeper with each down-stroke. With his hands holding your hips, he pulled you to him, sucking on your lower lips and running his tongue in tight circles around your entrance.

"I can't wait to make you come, Y/N," he growled, relishing in your moan against his shaft as your head sped its movements. Grunting against your core, he reached down to grab a handful of your hair in an attempt to slow you down.

You ground yourself against his face, moaning as you took him down your throat again and swallowed. The sting from his hair pulling elicited a groan from the depths of your throat as you became hyper aware of tongue and lips on your most sensitive parts. Pulling him out of your mouth, you cried out as one hand wrapped around him, stroking his shaft as your body trembled above him. Pelvis thrusting wildly, you chased the building tickles at your pussy, urging them to spread up your stomach and your nipples. Your skin was crackling above him as you sat up, hands moving to gather your hair into a mess atop your head as the pressure at your core exploded.

Trembling through your release, you moaned over and over until your throat was raw and your hands were slipping from your hair down to squeeze your breasts while Jackson continued to lick and suck at your pussy. The vibration of his groans sent aftershocks through your body and brought a delicious and powerful tingle to your clit. You were lightheaded as Jackson rolled you both onto your sides, his mouth still blissfully attached to your quivering pussy. You heard yourself moan, but were too numb to feel it's vibration in your throat. Eyes closed, you sighed as your body jolted every few moments as Jackson kissed his way up your body.

Every touch was like a new fire being ignited over your skin and you found yourself arching to his touch as you opened your eyes to find him looking down at you with a smirk, his fingers gently stroking between your thighs, keeping you suspended in arousal.

"Think it's safe to say that you like that position," he purred, brushing his nose over yours.

Your lips stretched into a grin as your breathing slowly returned to somewhat normal, though you could feel a renewed tremble building inside you. Widening your legs, you squirmed as your muscles twitched, desperately in search of something firm to fill the emptiness that was so incredibly vivid.

"Yes," you whispered.

"Do you need a minute?" he asked, fingers still gently playing with your quivering sex.

"I want more," you answered, hips rolling with his touches. You were tired yet wide awake, sated but still hungry. The only clear thing in your mind was that you wanted Jackson inside you, the sooner the better. "I need you inside me."

Jackson groaned, kissing your neck. "Soon enough," he whispered, letting one finger trail down to your entrance. "I'm gonna use my fingers first, okay? It'll make it easier to take me."

With a nod of your head, you moaned as your eyes drifted in the general direction of his digits, lifting your head to see his middle finger made slow up and down motions against your entrance. Your hand instinctively moved to grasp his cock, still slicked with your saliva, and stroke him in time with his feeler.

"Good girl," he purred against your neck. "Take a deep breath," he whispered. "And keep your legs nice a wide for me."

Another chill fell over your nipples, keeping them stiff as he closed his mouth over one while his finger pressed against your opening. You gasped as your muscles contracted, trying desperately to pull him inside, hips arching towards him.

"Easy," he mumbled, moving his finger shallowly in and out of your entrance. "Ready for more?"

"Yes," you whimpered. "Please."

"Deep breaths," he replied, pushing more of his digit inside you.

Your mouth fell open as you felt yourself being filled for the first time. Letting your head fall back against the bed beneath you, you met his gaze as his finger sunk deeper and deeper inside you, your essences easing the way.

Jackson groaned as your heat enveloped his digit tightly and he licked his lips at the thought of how tight you would feel when it was his cock easing into you and not just a single finger. "Does that hurt at all?"

"No," you answered, shaking your head.

Dipping his head, he captured your lips with his own as his finger began to move slowly in and out. A moan vibrated against his pout as he tucked his thumb between you and his palm and flicked your clit. Biting down gently on your bottom lip, Jackson made a path down your neck, catching first one nipple, then the other between his teeth. His finger continued to pump in and out of your channel as he kissed over your ribs, down to your stomach and past your hips. Pulling his digit out of you, he smiled at your whimper and took your clit into his mouth, sucking as he presented a second finger at your opening.

"Breathe, Y/N," he whispered against your sensitive bud, pushing his fingers past the tight ring of muscles at your entrance. It was a much tighter fit and his eyes cast themselves up to assess your expression. Your brows were knitted above your closed eyes, but he could see you focusing your breathing and he sucked your clit deeper between his lips, flicking his tongue in soft patterns. You clenched around the tips of his fingers, pushing them out of you and Jackson moaned, pausing until he felt you relax again.

Inch by inch, he fed you more of his fingers, holding back when he felt you tense around him. His lips and tongue gently stimulated your clit, enough to keep your arousal alive, but not enough to nudge you towards another release just yet. Groaning as you finally accepted the entire length of his two fingers, Jackson sucked and nibbled on your responsive button, eyes trained on your face as his free hand went up to pinch your nipples one at a time.

You arched, the sting from your opening beginning to subside as your focus was put on your nipples and clit, both under his delicate attention as he let you get used to the feeling of being penetrated and stretched. You knew that when it came time for you to take him the stretch would be tenfold. He was not a small man by any means, but instead of intimidating you, your walls fluttered in anticipation. Rocking your hips, you urged him to move his digits, to massage you from the inside out.

"Listen to how wet you are," he purred against your sex as his fingers pulled out before pushing back in, the squelching sounds filling your ears and accompanying the fresh tickle that you now felt deep in your cavity. "You're taking my fingers so well, Y/N."

Your muscles quivered with his words and your legs, on their own accord, opened wider for him. "It feels so good."

"That's my girl," he whispered, licking your clit with the flat of his tongue before pulling it back between his lips. His fingers slid much easier now in and out and he let go of your clit with a soft pop, dropping a kiss on it before he purred, "Now I want you to be a good girl and come for me."

His fingers curled and flicked against the spongy area on your upper wall as his lips once again claimed the hardened nub at the top of your slit.

A moan was pulled from you, the force of it causing you to arch your back into the bed, pushing your hips against him as if searching for more stimulation. The fingers inside you sped slightly, inching you closer and closer to the end as his tongue flickered over your clit, surrounded by the heat of his mouth. Your legs shook with the force of the energy surging through your lower half, seeming to drain all sensation from the rest of you to settle in your center, where his mouth and fingers were stoking fires that burned red hot inside you.

"Oh yes! Yes, Jackson, I'm--OH!" Your shouts of ecstasy became almost incoherent as you thrashed and bucked beneath him, legs closing around his head before opening again, and repeating until he began to slow his movements. As if waking from a daze, you began to become aware of your surroundings again and you opened your eyes, unable to remember when you had closed them to find Jackson's lips at your neck.

"Where are the condoms?" he asked in a whisper, his fingers still stroking between your legs as if to keep a flame burning.

"I-in the night table...drawer," you managed to get out, your body heavy and imobile. Cold against your center jolted you awake as you felt wet fingers curl around your wrist and bring your hand between your thighs.

"Touch yourself for me," he purred as he reached across your body to the top drawer of the nightstand, taking out the unopened box of condoms. His eyes were fixed on your fingers as they slid through your folds while his busied themselves with tearing open a foil packet and rolling a rubber onto his angry cock.

Licking your lips, your teeth caught your bottom petal as you watched him sheath himself before he laid on his back beside you. You widened your eyes when you realized what he would ask you to do next.

"Come here," he whispered, pulling you by the waist to straddle his hips. "It'll be a lot easier on you if you can control how much you take at a time."

You were suddenly rather nervous. Somehow you assumed that you being on top would be a secondary level activity. Placing your hands on his chest, you swallowed and looked down at him and waited for instruction.

"Whenever you're ready, just lift yourself up, I'll hold it steady for you," he said as his hands moved to gently grasp your hips. "Take your time. I'm not in any rush." That was somewhat of a lie, but he wasn't about to rush and risk it not being an enjoyable experience for you. But he would lying if he said he wasn't dying to be inside you as soon as possible.

You nodded, licking your dry lips as your hips began to rock above him, grinding your center on his cock. The fire that had been burning before began to stoke once more, building to a steady flame as you lifted yourself carefully. You watch as he reached down with one hand and held himself against your opening. Your eyes met his once more as you carefully lowered yourself, taking the first few inches of him before you had to stop. You felt as though you could very well tear in half and you decided to focus on your breathing.

"That's it, just breathe. Take your time, Y/N," he whispered in encouragement, hands rubbing over your breasts and sides, coaxing you to relax.

Taking a deep breath, you lowered another few inches, whimpering as you felt stretched beyond capacity. Your fingers curled, nails digging into his pectorals as you continued to breathe. Your muscles clenched involuntarily and you heard him groan as if in distress. Opening your eyes, you stared at him.

"Is it hurting you?" you asked, voice cracking slightly.

"No, it feels amazing for me," he answered, jaw clenched. "It's okay, don't rush. Just take your time. I'm right here with you."

His thumb moved to draw gentle circles on your clit and your eyes rolled back into your head, muscles relaxing around him as a sharp tingle shot through your pussy and your body let more of him inside. Looking between you, you estimated you were about a third of the way down his shaft.

"Oh fuck, good girl!" he groaned.

"You're so big," you whimpered, earning a moan from Jackson. "I don't know if I can."

"I promise you can, you just have to be patient. Go slowly," he answered. Except for his thumb against the nub at the top of your slit, he hadn't moved at all, and still he felt as though he could come at any moment just watching you take his cock inch by inch.

Your head fell back as you whimpered, muscles clamping down on his shaft. Your thighs burned from keeping yourself up and you carefully leaned forward to put more of your weight on your hands. His thumb was still gently massaging your clit as his free hand slid over your ribs and up to your breasts, pinching your nipple before he took the whole breast into his palm. The pleasure that it gave you allowed your muscles to relax again, taking more of his cock into your body.

He bit down on his bottom lip until he was sure his teeth had pierced the petal. Your grip on him was driving him crazy, and he resorted to begin thinking about nonsexual things. Baseball was the first thing that came to mind, specifically the Marlins vs Red Sox game from a few years prior. He replayed the match up, one inning at a time, in his mind as his finger stimulated you.

Taking a deep breath, you forced yourself to relax again, sinking lower on his shaft. Whimpering softly, you pulled up again and dropped back down, succeeding in taking even more. Looking between you, you grinned at the sight of more than half his appendage buried inside you and your walls clamped around him as the thought caused a tickle in your cavity.

"Fuck, you feel so good," he ground through clenched teeth.

Moaning behind a smile, you lifted again and sunk down, watching as he shivered beneath you and closed his eyes briefly. Carefully, you began to move up and down on top of him, taking more and more of him little by little until you felt your ass settle on his hips. He groaned deeply, reaching with the hand that hand been at your clit to pinch both your nipples as he licked his lips.

"You're so tight, Y/N," he whispered, moving until he was half sitting up, one hand behind him to keep himself propped up with the other settled on the small of your back. Kissing you softly, he hummed against your lips and sucked your bottom lip into his mouth. "Are you okay?"

You gently nodded your head, brows knitted as you let yourself become used to the way he stretched your body. Your walls hugged him repeatedly, seemingly happy to be filled for the first time and you could feel a drip sliding down your labia and onto his shaft. His lips on your neck elicited a moan from the depths of your throat as your hands threaded fingers through his hair.

"Do I go up and down or back and forth?" you asked, looking down at him.

"Try starting with rocking back and forth, it'll stimulate your clit and hopefully just make you wetter. Even better if you come again," he answered, one hand falling to your hips. "I can help you if you need me to."

You nodded, wrapping your arms around his neck as you carefully rocked your hips, grinding your clit against his coarse pubic hair as his shaft inside you bumped against your top wall. The tingle that followed surged up your body until your eyes were rolling to the back of your head. You could feel a tension beginning to build at the apex of your thighs, urging you to move faster as a moan blew past your lips.

"Good girl," he whispered, hand on your hip guiding your movements. "That's it, that's a good girl. Ride my cock."

His words caused a shiver to fall over your form and you ground harder on top of him, head falling back as you walls contracted again. You rocked harder and faster, the burning in your clit feeding a hunger that only grew more insatiable as you indulged it.

"Oh Jackson!"

"Oh yes, that's my girl. Make yourself come," he purred, eyes on your face as he pulled your hips more insistently against him. Letting his upper half fall back onto the bed, he watched in awe as you bucked your hips on top of him, your movements slowly leading you into an up and down motion. He groaned as the clap of your ass meeting his balls filled the room, his eyes drinking in the sight of your breasts bouncing from your efforts. Your hands landed on his chest again as your center ricocheted off of his, nails digging in to leave half-moon shapes. He could feel your walls beginning to flutter around his shaft and tried to ignore the tingle in his balls as his thumb found your clit again and moved in quick circles.

You threw your head back, arching as your core contracted around him and your body trembled as the tickle that his thumb was causing on your clit became the only important thing in that moment. Your upper body fell on top of him, breaths heavy and heart hammering in your chest as he slowly rolled over until he was settled on top of you.

Kissing your lips, he groaned against your pout as his hips moved between your legs, starting slow and building to a steady pace. He could hear your whimpers and gasps against his ear, encouraging him to move harder against you.

"Oh Jackson, fuck me," you whined as your hands grasped at his naked ass, pulling him against you as your knees widened, hips coming up to meet his.

He groaned at you filthy words, the quiver in his balls intensifying as they drew closer to his body. The way your pussy gripped and pulsed around him pushed him closer and closer to the edge until he was so close he could taste it. Lifting his head, he kissed your lips again, pressing his forehead against yours as his shaft swelled inside you just before his orgasm bursted from the end of his cock, filling the rubber barrier between you. He drove himself as deep as he could, hips gradually slowing as stream after stream of his seed shot out of him. Shivering as your muscles milked him, Jackson's lips caught yours in another deep kiss.

You felt a strong aftershock crackle between your legs as you felt his cock twitch and expand inside you. "I can feel you coming," you sighed between deep, audible breaths. Your nipples became hyper-sensitive as his chest brushed against them and his lips latched onto your pulse point. You gasped as he pushed as deep as your body would allow him before his hips stopped rocking.

"Fuck, that was amazing," he groaned, his voice raw as he rested on top of you for a few precious moments before he rolled to lay beside you. "Are you okay?" he asked, looking between your legs and then down at the condom and sighing when he didn't see any blood. Reaching to pull off the soiled condom, he tied off the end and set it on the night table for the time being before he rolled towards you and wrapped you in his arms.

"I'm perfect," you answered, snuggling up to him contently. "I've never felt anything like that...it was...earth-shattering."

"I second that," he replied, panting as he pressed a kiss against your forehead. "Does it hurt at all?"

"Not really," you said. "Though I wouldn't mind taking a break before we do it again."

He chuckled, kissing your nose. "I need one anyway before I could get hard again. Maybe we can take a bath, eat some more of that pasta if you'd like, then try to scratch those last two positions off your list."

"Hmm, yes please. It was just so intense, it was like I was having an out of body experience," you murmured, fingers toying with the tufts of hair on his chest. "Is it always that way?"

"It can be," he replied. "Though I think perhaps with it being your first time, the sensations may have been slightly more intense because it's all new."

"Hmm," you hummed contently. "I suppose I should record my initial thoughts as a control before doing it again. I'd be interested in the results."

He smirked to himself, slowly dragging his fingers up and down your spine. "Of course you would. Well, I'd be more than happy to continue being your test subject, Y/N. That is, if you'll have me."

You hummed again, smiling against his skin. "I can't think of anyone more qualified, nor would I want to."

Pressing a kiss against your forehead, Jackson tightened his hold. "Well, then consider me yours."

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