Just One More

Just One More

Farleigh Start x reader

Warnings - 18+, smut, overstimulation, edging, sub!farleigh, whiny farleigh

Word count - 979

a/n - i watched midsommar for the first time after putting it off, and I sat in silence for like 3 minutes afterwards. also i've had this idea for a couple weeks and it's inspired by this video if you're curious (18+). anyways i hope you enjoy :)

Farleigh liked to be dominant, but he also enjoyed the times when you took control. Those were mainly the times when you wanted to get back at him for something he had done earlier in the day or for whatever happened during your guys’ previous pleasure session.

Today, he had been teasing you in the presence of other people. During lunch with the rest of the Catton family, Farleigh had put his hand on your thigh and continued to move it up until it went under your skirt and touched your underwear. He would brush his fingers against you every once and a while over your panties before pulling away; the first time it made you jerk and choke on your drink mid swallow. That grabbed the attention of everyone at the table, including Farleigh who pretended to act innocent.

While the two of you laid naked in the middle of the field with Felix, Venetia, and Oliver, he had decided he needed a break from reading and lit a cigarette. He had also decided to start gently rubbing your hip, and then moved to the skin between your hips making sure not to move too far down before lifting his hand away. Thankfully the blades of grass in the field are so tall because to everyone else it probably seemed like normal pda.

Now the two of you are undressed once again, but this time in the comfort of your bedroom. In Farleigh’s mind, he thinks you guys are going to do your regular foreplay before continuing on with the night, but you have other plans that include getting back at him.

“Go ahead and get comfortable,” you tell him as you motion for him to lay back on the bed.

He seems to get the message because he gives you a smirk as he gets himself a little too comfortable on the bed. He lays back on the pillows and puts his hands behind his head as he looks down at you. “Well, don’t mind if I do.”

You throw him a fake grin before taking him into your mouth. You begin to massage his balls while your mouth makes its way slowly up and down his shaft, still looking up at him. You put your other hand on his thigh to stabilize yourself, but decide on moving it up towards his lower stomach. A sigh falls out of Farleigh’s mouth as he closes his eyes to enjoy the moment. As much as you love him and how much doing this turns you on, you can’t help but want to roll your eyes. 

As his orgasm approaches, his muscles get more tense and his whines become more frequent.

He had removed his hands from behind his head long ago, but the hand on the back of your head begins applying more and more pressure. You make sure to do everything he loves to bring him closer and closer to tumbling over the edge, but right as you notice him getting ready to release, you pull your head off of him.

“No, no, no, what are you doing?” Farleigh sits up against the headboard and frowns, his chest still heaving. He’s still incredibly hard and now covered with a mixture of your saliva and his precum trickling down him.

“Oh, nothing. I just thought I’d have a little fun, you know just like how you had your fun earlier today at lunch and in the field,” you tell him.

“Oh, come on. You’re not really upset about that are you?” he asks, but it comes out as more of a whine, desperate for you to touch him again.

“Of course not, but like I just said, I want to have some fun too,” you give him your best innocent smile as you wrap your hand around him once again to tease his tip. A small groan comes out of his mouth as a result. You let out a small laugh before continuing, “Lighten up.”

You start off slow, but quickly pick up speed causing Farleigh to throw his head back against the headboard. His orgasm approaches once again, and this time you let it come, not letting up on the speed. His moans are constant as long ropes shoot out onto his stomach and your hand. The flow feels like it’s never going to end, and you use the cum as a lube to keep going. Farleigh squeezes his eyes shut as he grabs on to the blanket beneath him. When it becomes too much for him, he reaches for your hand to pull it away, but you just flick it away.

“Baby…,” he starts, but doesn’t finish as he cuts himself off with a whimper.

“Just one more,” you sweetly tell him as your hand continues.

He squirms from the overstimulation, and you sit on his legs to try to keep him still. His second orgasm comes out as semi transparent ropes onto his tense abdomen. He looks up at you as a silent question, and you shake your head in response. You continue your movements up and down his shaft alternating between hands, and the squelching sound the cum beneath your hand makes just eggs you on. You both enjoyed it when it became messy.

Orgasm number three is mostly a liquid as it squirts out. Farleigh has fallen back onto the bed and is a whining and twitching mess beneath you. You decide that you’ve tortured him enough and release your grip on him. He lets out a deep breath as his chest heaves up and down. You crawl up closer to his face to get a better look at him and give him a gentle smile. He looks up at you and playfully rolls his eyes at you before letting out an exhausted laugh. 

After all, he does this to you all the time.

Unconventional Confessions

Austin Butler x reader

Warnings - 18+, smut, fingering/fingering in front of mirror, dirty talk, squirting, oh no he's hot!

Word count - 1759

a/n - It took me 30 minutes to choose a gif and I’m still not happy with it lol. Here's the winner of the poll so I hope you enjoy :)

“So, did you enjoy it?” Austin asks you over the commotion in the theater.

Austin had brought you as his date to the premiere of Dune, a new movie he had a part in. As soon as the credits began rolling, everyone in the audience stood up to applaud the performance of the cast members, including you. Although, your applause was targeted more towards Austin and his performance.

You walked into the movie not expecting to find your boyfriend’s character attractive, like you have in the past with his other roles. After all, he played a pale, bald psychotic sadist with black teeth – someone that most people would be disgusted by. 

Not you, though, because as soon as Feyd came on screen you were drawn in, not just because of how good he looked shirtless, but from his strange and deviant behavior. The way he dragged his tongue against his blade, how unsympathetic he was for human life, how he laughed and drooled in the face of danger all weirdly had an affect on you.

 You noticed this when you felt your insides turn, and when you glanced down at your lap you saw that you had unconsciously crossed your legs. You knew how much Austin takes his career seriously and how easily it was for him to immerse himself into his roles, but you never expected this from him.

“I loved it. The sound, the acting, the cinematography – it was all amazing,” you smile as you turn to look up at him. You’ve always had a love for film, and Austin knew this and loved that about you.

A smile forms on Austin’s face at your response as he leans down to hug you and to place a quick kiss on your lips.

The ride back to the hotel was long due to New York traffic, but Austin decided to take this time to pull up the partition and put you into his lap and kiss you. He always did this in the car after an event or party, and each time you would tell him no, given the fact it was dangerous to not have your seatbelt on, but you always end up caving in the end.

You decide to take a shower when you arrive back at the hotel, not only to get clean, but to calm your nerves. After you get out and begin your skin care, Austin enters the bathroom and wraps his arms around you from behind, placing his chin atop your head.

“I know I already asked you if you liked the movie, but what did you think of me?” he asks as he looks at you through the mirror. Austin would always overthink when it came to his acting and would come to you for reassurance.

“You were great, just like you always are,” you tell him as you continue on with your routine.

He groans and gives your hips a squeeze. “Come on, you gotta give me more than that.”

You smile at him through the mirror. “I really enjoyed your performance, given the fact you’ve never done anything like that. You were unrecognizable, and not just because of the makeup,” you laughed,” Your deduction really paid off.”

You watch as Austin beams at your response. “Really?”

“Yes, really.”

“Anything else?” he asks you.

Yes, yes there is.

“Well, I may or may not have found Feyd attractive, even though he’s mentally unstable. Too bad we won’t see him in the next movie.” you fake sadness towards the end. You talk casually as if what you said was minor.

You watch as Austin lights up and lifts his head. He raises his eyebrows with a smirk. “Is that right?”

“Mhm,” you nod your head, “it just sucks that you’re not him.”

And you guess that set him off because next thing you know he’s pulling you even closer into him as he places soft kisses on your neck. You laugh and playfully try to shove him off, but Austin just laughs into your ear and continues as one his hands begins to slowly travel south. When you feel his hand reach the waistband of your pajama shorts you freeze. You look at Austin through the mirror to see that his gaze is already on you, a sly smile showing on his face.

“If you couldn’t tell, I’m a little busy right now,” you joke.

“Oh, don’t stop on my account. Just pretend I’m not even here,” he says without taking his eyes away from yours. You stare back at him for a second before starting the last step of your routine – brushing your teeth. Austin keeps his focus on your face.

Just as you were reaching for your toothbrush, his hand dips inside your shorts and stops when his fingers reach your clit over your underwear. You tightly grip the toothbrush in your hand when you feel his fingers start to lightly rub circles into you through the fabric. You can already feel yourself getting wet from the teasing, warmth pooling in your lower half. As you reach for the toothpaste, he adds more pressure to your clit, and you clench your teeth to keep the sounds in your throat from escaping.

Austin smirks to himself once he notices the tension in your jaw, which you feel as it forms on his lips that are still attached to your neck. When you reach for the toothpaste, he begins to glide his fingers up and down your slit through your underwear, feeling the damp fabric.

As you begin to squeeze the toothpaste on your toothbrush, you feel Austin’s hand quickly dip inside the waistband of your underwear and collect your arousal on his fingers before spreading it through your folds. This time you can’t stop the moan from escaping your lips as your mouth falls open.

“I said don’t stop,” he whispers into your ear and ends the sentence with a kiss behind your ear, causing a shiver to make its way through your body. You look at him in the mirror to see his eyes still on you, feeling another wave of heat run through your body from the eye contact.

You go to squeeze the toothpaste on your toothbrush only to feel Austin shove a finger into your opening. You have to brace yourself against the counter as you feel your walls welcome him in, but Austin keeps his finger still inside of you, waiting for you to continue. 

When you lift the toothbrush to your lips with an unsteady hand, he pushes a second finger into you. Another moan leaves your mouth as you feel yourself stretch around him, and once you feel his fingers move inside you, you immediately drop the toothbrush and toothbrush for it to land in the sink. There’s no way you can carry on now.

Austin laughs at your reaction and continues to thrust his fingers inside of you as he finally lifts his head away from the crease of your neck to fully watch your facial expressions. He gradually increases the speed of his fingers and tightly wraps his unoccupied arm around your waist when you begin to squirm against his front. You feel his hard length against your backside, turning you on even more, but your main focus is the fingers pushing in and out of you with persistence.

You place one hand back on the counter and use the other to cling onto the arm around your waist. You feel your head drop and your eyes squeeze shut as whines fall out of your mouth, but Austin isn’t a fan of this. He removes the arm from your waist and grips your chin, forcing you to look up.

“Keep your eyes open,” he says, and you whine at his words. 

“Austin-” you start, but he cuts you off.

“Keep your eyes open.”

You pry your eyes open and look at the hand moving in your shorts. Austin gives your chin another squeeze and pushes it up for you to look at him through the mirror. He smirks at your present state, and if it wasn’t for him currently pleasing you, you would slap that smirk off his face. He knows you hate prolonged eye contact.

“You fall apart so easily, don’t you?” he asks, and you weren’t aware he wanted you to answer until he repeats, “don’t you?”

“Yes,” you breathe out.

His fingers arrive at that special spongy spot inside of you, making your body jerk and your jaw go slack. He continuously hits the area with precision as he curls his fingers into you. His arm finds its place around your waist again once you start to writhe against him. You squeal as he speeds his fingers up even more, causing wet squelches to fall out of your soaked cunt, the sound echoing in your ears.

You feel the pressure in your quickly building up, and you close your eyes again – it’s taking too much energy to continue holding them open. This time Austin lets you. One of your hands moves down towards his wrist, but he quickly grabs it and holds against you as his arm wraps around you once again. Your thighs squeeze together as the pressure becomes too much and you come closer and closer to your climax, but this doesn’t stop him.

Austin feels your walls tighten and flutter around his fingers, and he does everything to make you fall over the edge. You let out a silent cry as your orgasm makes its way through your limbs.

He continues to push his fingers in and out of you to prolong your pleasure, and you let out a cry as you feel a gush of liquid fall out of you. It soaks your underwear and shorts as it makes its way down your leg. Austin still doesn’t let up on his pace so you go to squeeze his wrist, and he begins to slow his movements.

When he finally stops, he pulls his fingers out of you and brings them up to his mouth to suck the taste of you off. Despite your energy being drained, you still manage to roll your eyes at him.

“Come on, sweetheart, round two in the bedroom. You need to lay down, your legs must be tired from standing,” he smirks and gives you a wink as he backs away from you and heads out the bathroom.

You grab the tube of toothpaste from the sink and chuck it at his head, but you miss, making Austin laugh.

Cheer Up

Art Donaldson x reader

Warnings - 18+, smut, fingering, dirty talk, orgasm denial

Word count - 1135

a/n - I watched Challengers a couple days ago, and it's safe to say I’m a mike faist supporter lol. Also I kind of just skimmed through this so ignore the errors. I hope you enjoy :)

You haven’t been having the best week, and losing a match today to an opponent who you clearly should’ve beat didn’t help at all. Your irritation didn’t go unnoticed by Art either, but he decided to leave you alone in hopes you would calm down.

Art could see the anger radiating off of you from his seat in the stands as you walked off the court after the game. You were pretty much silent for the ride back to the hotel and still once you got into the room. You took a shower in hopes that it would ease the tension in your body, and it did, but not enough. 

Sitting on the couch in front of the tv, you opened your laptop to watch the playback of today's game. This is something you did after every match to help you become a better player, but if you were to ask Art, he would just say that you were torturing yourself.

You were so into the video playing on your laptop that you didn’t notice Art entering the room until you felt him sit down next to you, resting an arm on top of the couch behind him.

“You’ve been sitting here watching yourself for hours, don’t you think it would be better to just close this and relax,” Art says as he dips his head down to try to get you to look at him, but you ignore him and keep your eyes on the screen.

“This is me relaxing,” you tell him.

“You know what I mean,” he says.

“Well this is what I want to do, so if you could leave me alone that would be great,” you turn to give Art a sarcastic smile before looking back at the laptop. He rolls his eyes at your attitude.

“How long are you going to be in this bitchy mood?” he asks, and you just shrug in response. Luckily for you, he knows just how to

You thought he would just leave you given the fact that you clearly don’t want to talk, but he stays in his spot next to you. Suddenly you feel Art grab the laptop from your lap and lean forward to place it on the coffee table in front of you, causing your eyebrows to furrow.

“What are you doing?” you ask, watching him.

“Helping you relax,” he says as he turns his attention back to you and dips his head down to start placing kisses on the side of your neck and up to your ear. 

“Art-,” you begin, but you cut yourself off when you feel a moan rising in your throat. Once you feel like you’ve composed yourself you say, “I’m busy.”

“Then tell me to stop,” he whispers in your ear before attaching his lips back to your neck, causing a shiver to run down your spine. 

He places his hand on your thigh and trails it up until he reaches the fabric of your panties. Lucky for him you just like to sleep in underwear and a shirt. He begins to lightly rub you through your panties, not adding any pressure on purpose. Your eyes drift to your laptop on the table that’s still open and playing.

“This isn’t the time,” you say breathlessly as you naturally buck your hips.

He hums in response, waiting for you to tell him to stop, but it doesn’t come. He dips his hand into your panties and runs his finger up and down your slit through the arousal that has started to leak out of you, circling your entrance before moving up to your clit, and this time adding pressure.

“You’ve had this little attitude all week, and I think it’s time that it goes away,” he says in your ear, then leans back to get a look at your face as he pushes a finger into you. “What do you think?”

Your mouth falls slightly ajar as you let out a small moan, but no answer. The video may be playing, but the screen has turned into a blur.

“What, nothing to say? You sure did have something to say these past couple of days,” Art fake pouts with a tilt of his head. “If this is what you needed all along, why didn’t you just say something?”

He then inserts another finger and watches as you fall apart as he curls his fingers inside of you. You move one of your hands up to grip the armrest as your eyes close and your body leans back against the couch.

“I mean this is what you wanted, right? For me to fill you up and make all your worries just disappear?” he questions with a smirk. 

Art feels your walls clench around him at his words as he continues his measured pace with his fingers.

“An answer would be nice,” he states, his tone a little more firm. You shake your head no, but that isn’t enough for art. “No, say it out loud.”

“No,” you manage with a whine.

“No? Are you sure because the way you just gave in so easily tells me otherwise,” Art fake pouts. “It’s not like I have a problem with it, though. After all, I get to be inside you,” he smirks at you.

All you can do is moan as he increases the speed of his fingers. Your legs start to involuntarily close, but you hear him tell you no, so you listen and force them back open. You feel yourself coming closer and closer to your orgasm with each thrust of his fingers, and Art notices too by the way your whimpers and whines become more consistent. 

Right when you feel yourself about to tumble over the edge, Art quickly pulls his fingers out of you and out of your panties, causing you to gasp and your walls to clench around nothing. You finally open your eyes and look at Art, who still has the stupid smirk on his face.

“What are you doing?” you ask in confusion and irritation, and he just laughs at you.

“You were the one that said this wasn’t the time,” he tells you as he licks the fingers that were inside you only a moment ago.

“Are you fucking serious right now?” 

“Are you fucking serious right now?” he repeats with his eyebrows raised. Art begins to stand up, leaving you more tense than before. He motions to your laptop still playing the video from your tennis match and says, “I don’t want to bother you, so I’ll let you go back to what you were doing. Come find me when you’re done.”

You watch with an open mouth as Art walks out of the room with a smile and heads into the bedroom, not giving you a second look.

Part 2 out now!

Like a Snake

Feyd Rautha x reader

Warnings - 18+, oral sex (fem receiving), fingering, blood

Word count - 466

a/n - this is something I quickly wrote based on a post I made the other day about expecting Feyd to cut his tongue during his opening scene. Also I haven't written smut in over a month and I feel like I lost my ability to do so bc I struggled lol. I hope you enjoy :)

The other day Feyd had the bright idea to basically slice his tongue in half during a training match. One of his foot soldiers had handed him the wrong blade, causing Feyd to lose his temper. Earlier that day, Feyd had asked you to attend for support – not like he needs it – and you agreed because you had nothing better to do. However if you would’ve known you would be watching blood spill out his mouth you would’ve said no, you were never good with blood.

When you ran up to him, mainly to stop him from killing someone, he had said, “it was either this or his throat.”

Since Feyd wasn’t allowed to talk with his self-inflicted injury, it was kind of freeing not having to listen to his yelling and complaining. You’re sure the staff around the palace were pleased as well. Unfortunately, his injury didn’t prevent him from scowling at people any chance he had. 

Feyd was in a bad mood for the rest of the week, of course because he wasn’t able to talk to you, but also for the selfish reason that he couldn’t eat you out. He wanted to make up for lost time as soon as he was healed, telling you he wanted to try out his new tongue,

When he finally managed to get you on your back, he made a show of showing off his tongue before diving between your legs. You thought that it wouldn’t make you feel any different than any other time he went down on you, but you couldn’t have been more wrong.

He started off with sucking your clit, and you instantly let out a moan when you felt the two sides of his tongue sliding against you. Still, that was nothing compared to when he started to quickly flick his tongue against you like a snake causing your mouth to fall open as you stared up at the ceiling.

When you started squirming around too much Feyd wrapped his arms around your thighs and pressed his hands down on your stomach to keep you in place, but that didn’t stop you from trying. He pushed two fingers inside of you and began to swiftly move in and out when you felt you were drenched enough. The sound of the wet squelching coming from between your legs and the feeling of  his split tongue against your sensitive cunt was more than enough to make you cum.

Feyd let out a laugh when he looked up to see your hands gripping the blankets beneath you as your walls contracted against his fingers.

“That was kind of quick wasn’t it?” he asked with a tilt of his head as your body began to relax. He then smirked and said, “how about we try again?”

mean farleigh start with a size kink lord please🙏🙏

Farleigh start x reader

Warnings - 18+, smut, size kink, oral (F and M receiving), edging, fingering, overstimulation, unprotected P in V (which we don't do), squirting, tummy bulge, dom!farleigh, there's like no plot

Word count - 1751

a/n - I may or may not have gotten carried away, but I love anything like this since I'm 5'1, the reader's height isn't specified though. Also so surprised that my last post got so much love since it was my first time writing like that, but I realize you guys are just filthy :) lol anyways ty and enjoy :)

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You and Farleigh both had a size kink, the only difference between the two of you is that Farleigh didn’t realize until he had you underneath him for the first time. You being on the shorter side made your size kink a no brainer before you even lost your virginity. You loved the height difference between the two of you, whether it was during intimacy or just him simply standing next to you and having to look down.

Currently, you are on your knees in front of Farleigh as he sits at the edge of the bed unclothed, his hard length staring back at you. You, on the other hand, were only half naked; still in your bra and panties since Farleigh loved to save those for last. You felt so small compared to him as you looked up with your hands on his knees to stabilize yourself. You take him into your mouth, starting off by teasing his tip with your tongue before slowly bobbing your head up and down his shaft. Farleigh instantly lets out a sigh and throws his head back, his abs tensing as he places his hands on the bed for support. You take him all the way down to the base, practically swallowing him, causing you to gag. He loved the fact that he could see the imprint of himself inside your throat from the outside.

As you lean back to catch your breath with tears forming in your eyes, a little line of spit can be seen. You focus on his sack while giving him a few pumps before sucking him back in. The mixture of Farleighs moans and noises of his length going in and out of your throat cause a warm feeling to grow between your thighs. You reach a hand down to soothe yourself through your panties, while still focusing on Farleigh, but he snatches your hand away.

“No touching,” he looks down at you, and you glare up at him before releasing him from your, making sure to take your time letting go.

Fine.

“Well then no touching also means no touching you, right?” you raise your eyebrows at him with a tilt of your head. He was still very hard with a mixture of saliva and precum trickling down him.

“Are you serious?”

“I’m just repeating what you said,” you throw your hands up in surrender.

He gives you a look before basically manhandling you onto the bed – one of your favorite things of course. You swallow the laugh in your throat, but allow a small smile to be shown on your face as your body bounces from being tossed on the bed. Farleigh immediately reaches for your panties and tugs them down your legs before carelessly throwing them aside. You decide to take your bra off also just to get it out of his way. He then crawls on the bed to place his face between your legs before throwing them both over his shoulders. 

You thought that he was going to dive right in, but he didn't. He had other plans. He uses his thumb to rub light circles on your clit, slides down to tease your entrance, and then back up to your clit. He does this several times collecting and spreading your arousal around.

“Farleigh, come on,” you tell him, trying not to make it sound like a plea. You try to move your hips into his hand to try to get something more, but he instantly shuts it down by placing a hand on your lower stomach pressing you into the bed.

“Shh,” he shushes you. 

You hold yourself up by your elbows to watch as he continues his slow, teasing movements; at the moment you’re really tempted to kick him. All of sudden he makes eye contact with you, and you feel him plunge his pointer and index finger into you making you gasp and your mouth fall open at the intrusion. Once his knuckles are the only thing that can be seen from the two fingers, he begins to slide in and out of you at a swift pace; he uses his other hand to continue the torture on your clit. Your elbows practically give out, and you drop your head onto the bed letting out a constant string of moans. 

Farleigh can feel your orgasm coming quickly from his fast pace by the way your walls tighten, how you push your hips towards him more often, and the way you become more twitchy. Once he sees your eyebrows crease to prepare yourself for your release, he pulls his fingers out and stops the movement on your now tender bud. You clench around nothing as your eyes widen, and you look down at him with your mouth slightly ajar.

“What the fuck?” you ask, and he just gives you his smirk.

“You left me hanging so it’s only fair I do the same to you,” he gives you an innocent shrug before wrapping his arms around your thighs. “But don’t worry you’ll get there.”

You’re still at a loss for words as you watch Farleigh give you another smile before diving into you. As you feel his tongue slither in and out of you, you grab a fistful of sheets in one hand keeping the other free. He pulls his tongue out to lay flat against you and glides up and down a couple times before going up to your clit once more. Once he latches on, you naturally jerk from your sensitivity.

You start to squirm and whine as he focuses on the same spot for a while without letting up on the suction. He hums into you letting the vibration travel through your whole body. When he finally does let go it’s to shove his tongue back into you. When you reach a hand down to grab onto his head like you usually do, he slaps your hand away.

“No touching,” he leans back to tell you this before going back to his job. You usually wouldn’t care, but you’re still frustrated from your last orgasm not being followed through. 

When that feeling comes back this time, all you can do is hope in your head he doesn’t take it away. Your eyes are closed and your mouth falls open as Farleigh allows your orgasm to finally break free. Farleigh continues to flicker his tongue against you, prolonging your high until it becomes too much. Though, when you reach your hand down to push his head away he keeps it in place and his hold on you firm.

“Farleigh, enough,” you whine with your hand still on his head trying to shove him away. 

He hums no into you and goes to attach his mouth onto your clit once again. You let out a cry and try to move away, but he just drags you back down to him and reattaches his lips. You throw your head back as he inserts his fingers into you once again not being able to hold back any sounds coming out of your mouth. You try to move again, but this time he just follows your body up the bed, never removing his lips. The filthy and obscene sounds he forces from your cunt makes that familiar feeling your stomach rise faster. 

Your second orgasm comes quick, but it feels different as you feel his fingers repeatedly rub against a certain spot of your walls. You put a foot on his shoulder to once again try to shove him away, but you’re not able to follow through as your eyes roll back and you feel a surge of liquid gush out of you. A pool of wetness can now be seen forming on the sheets between you two. 

Farleigh manages to pull two more orgasms out of you, using both his mouth and fingers, before eventually pulling away. He watches as you try to catch your breath, your eyebrows still scrunched together as you try to come down for your high. He lands a light slap between your thighs, which naturally causes you to close your leg; he opens them right back up.

You watch as Farleigh gives himself a couple pumps, gets into position, and easily slips inside of you. With the amount of preparation you just went through, you’re probably ready for anything. You both moan as he bottoms out, and you see him look down between you. You look down to watch him slide in out of you, but you’re caught off guard at a small bump forming in your lower stomach from Farleigh’s length. You let out a small whimper at the sight.

Farleigh smirks once he sees what your eyes are locked onto. He places his large hand onto your lower stomach and presses down as he thrusts in and out; there’s no way you’re able to keep your head up now to look down so you let it fall back.

“Well would you look at that,”you hear him say in a low tone, but you’re completely unfocused as you whimper and whine; your back is arched, your hands are reaching for anything.

Farleigh pulls yet another orgasm from you and isn’t able to hold back on his from how hard you clench around him. He groans as he pulls out to watch his load slowly drip out of you, as if you weren’t already sticky and messy enough. He looks up at you to see you gazing back at him from low eyes as he sinks back into you to start all over again. He watches as a white ring forms at his base the more he thrusts in and out of you. 

Farleigh leans down to wrap his arms under and around you, burying his head in your shoulder. You both love the way his body envelops yours when he does this. You don’t know how much longer he plans on going, but you just go with it because it feels so  good. Ignoring the sensitivity between your legs, you can’t help but spread them wider giving Farleigh even more access to you. You love how each thrust he does makes you sink down into the bed as you both let out moans into each other's ear.

All you can worry about now is if your eyes are going to get stuck in your head from the amount of times they roll back into your skull and focus on the amount of drool you let out.

Moving to Los Alamos

Cillian Murphy as J. Robert Oppenheimer

Warnings : none

Word count : 1681

a/n - this was lightly proofread so there may or may not be some mistakes and this is also my first time writing fanfic in like 5 years so I'm kind of rusty. I hope you enjoy :)

You hated change and you always have. You had just gotten used to living with your husband and adapted to his long work hours and constant work trips. You had made a couple friends in the neighborhood and could see yourself living there for a while. So when Robert came home one night and said you two were moving to Los Alamos, you weren’t exactly thrilled.

You were sitting at the kitchen table reading a book in the dark underneath the dining room table light as you liked to do. You enjoyed the ambience and peace. A set of headlights entered through the kitchen window that you had opened earlier causing you to look up from your current page. You watched Robert climb (more like rush) out the car with his briefcase and head to the front door. He seemed to be in a good mood, but knowing him it could be something small that happened at work he couldn’t wait to tell you. You smile to yourself at the thought.

Once he walks through the door and notices you sitting at the table he gives you a wide smile. You return it along with a confused look. He quickly sets his hat down on the hat rack, his briefcase down on the table, and finally sits down next to you. Throughout all of this, his smile never fades and now you have a feeling it’s not anything small that’s got him like this. You lay the book in your hands on the table after making a mental note of your current page, and give him your full attention.

“Well, how was your day?” you smile at him, already partially knowing the answer.

“What do you think about moving to Los Alamos?”he asks, causing your smile to falter.

“I asked you how your day was not about moving to New Mexico,” you gave him a confused look. Robert scoots his chair closer to yours and grabs your hand, resting it in your lap. Your brows are still deeply furrowed as you look at him.

“This is what I have been working towards these past months. I moved out here to California for my work to be recognized and it’s finally paying of-“

“Robert, what are you talking about?” You cut off his rambling with a wave of your hand.

“Remember when I told you about that special project and how no one would let me on?”he asks and you nod. “Well they finally did and they want my help.”

“And what do these people need help with?” you ask, and he gives you an uneasy look. You motion for him to continue and he hesitates a little.

“They want to build a bomb,” he finally answers with a hushed voice, and you just stare at him not knowing what to say with your mouth slightly ajar.

An hour ago you were thinking about how to change the look of your living room and now your husband comes in and hits you with this. You’re not even sure he’s supposed to be telling you this.

“Say something,”he gently says once he notices your silence.

“I-I don’t know what to say. I mean what am I supposed to say? You just said the word bomb Robert! What is it for? Who is it for?”the whole time you speak in a whisper but you still manage to raise your voice at him.

“That I can’t tell you, you just have to trust me.”

“Trust you? You want me to trust you and move to a different state for something you can’t even tell me about because I might get killed for knowing too much!”

“No, no, no. You’re not going to die, you just don’t have security clearance for me to tell you,”he says with a small laugh. You lean back in your chair and give him a dumbfounded look because there’s no way he’s laughing right now.

“Security clearance? What the hell is this Robert?”

He grabs your face with his hands and looks into your eyes.

“This will all make sense when we’re in Los Alamos, I promise. I need you to trust me. Will you trust me?” he searches your face for an answer.

You don’t want to but you look him in the eye. The same blue eyes that you instantly fell in love with the first day you two met. The same blue eyes that were always able to convince you to do anything as long as he pairs it with a smile. Move to New Mexico. Trust him. Just like you trusted him when you decided to kiss him for the first time back when you were married to your ex-husband. Just like you trusted him when he asked you to marry him, which you did and divorced your previous husband without a second thought.

You let out a sigh. Once again this man was able to persuade you, this time though, with hardly any details. He raises his brows expectantly and you nod.

“Thank you,”he smiles at you as he gently caresses your cheek before leaning in to place his lips on yours, and then repeating it again. “Thank you.”

About a month later it was time for the move to Los Alamos. You and Robert had packed ‘only what you needed’— Robert’s words not yours —  and made the drive down from California. According to him there would be a house waiting for you with everything that you needed. Along with the clothes you packed, there were also some knick knacks from home you planned on putting in your new temporary one. 

When you two finally arrived you hadn’t even realized until he told you. Based on your surroundings it didn’t look like much given the fact that you were in the middle of nowhere. It was just a hot, dry desert with the sun beaming harshly down on you. That was until Robert kept driving, and you saw something in the distance. You glance over at Robert, and he gives you a quick glance back along with a reassuring smile. 

Once you get closer you’re able to make out a small down that looked like it didn’t belong. Robert had told you the government had built a temporary town to help with whatever it is that was going on here, but you didn’t think he was serious. Robert pulls the car up to a gate with a couple uniformed men who had to be drenched in sweat from this heat standing around. As you were pulling up, there was a car already waiting to enter. The guard standing closest to the driver’s side window hands what seems to be some sort of pass to the driver and motions for the gate to open and for the driver to continue. Once you pull up, the guard notices Robert and just motions for us to continue.

“They were checked, but there was no need to check us,” you thought. You continued to think about this as Robert continued the drive into the town.

You could tell all the buildings were new from how bright the paint or letterings on the buildings were. But, that could also be the New Mexico sun reflecting off the buildings. Robert had told you the main reason for the town was so the men working on the project could bring their families. You passed by convenience stores and other small stores, as well as a makeshift hospital. To go along with the new buildings, the people who worked in them and shopped filled up the streets. Some of the wives of the men that were working on the project could be seen casually walking and gossiping as if this had been their home all along. The men who they belonged to were too busy running in and out of work the different work buildings. You were somewhat impressed with the town.

You also wondered how some of the other men were able to convince their wives to move out here.

You eventually reach where all the houses seemed to be, but Robert never stopped in front of one of those. The one he did pull in front of was secluded from the others. It was 

“I thought you would like your privacy,” he tells you as he turns the car off. You give him a small smile at the gesture before exiting the car.

The house looked pretty small on the outside, but so did all the other houses you passed on the way here. As you step inside you realize the house is not yet furnished making it appear bigger than it was. Robert follows you inside with his hands inside of his pockets and watches you as you look around waiting for your reaction.

“Robert,” you call out to him from a different room and he follows the sound of your voice. He raises his eyebrows as a way of asking what was wrong, even though he already knew the problem. “There’s no kitchen. What am I supposed to do?”

“Don’t worry, I’ve already dealt with it. Some guys are going to come out and bring everything you need.”

“Why isn’t it already here?” You ask him.

“That’s just how it is, but don’t worry, in a couple days everything will be fine. The house will be furnished and you will have fixed it up how you like. Think of it as a home away from home” He grabs a hold of both your hands to bring you closer to him. 

You take your hands out of his and wrap your arms around his neck. He places his hands on your waist and starts to do a gentle sway — something he did to calm you down once, and now he does it for every similar situation. He knows you’re not completely content with it, but hopes you are able to handle it for the time being.

“I sure hope all this is worth it,”you tell him as you look up at him. 

“Me too.”