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wanderingpages · 10 months

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peach!! can you write a car sex jurdan smut? it can be short but the concept is so sexy 😭 on my knees rn

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“You’re trouble,” Cardan had told me minutes prior, but he repeats it now, more wary than he had been when he said it by the bar. Maybe I had used him then, because it sounded like flirting to me and I so badly needed his help. It’s how I’d always gotten what I needed before. Maybe I thought he was no different, so I took him down to a hall no one ever used and pressed him up against the wall. I smiled at him, feeling shy from his attention but not wanting to admit it. My hands had wound around his neck, and his fingertips traced up my shoulder, guiding my hair to one side. He placed a kiss on my throat and I felt it in the pit of my stomach. Then further up he trailed his soft lips and I gasped. I gripped at his hair to guide his lips to mine. He tasted heady and like the scotch I had given him. Cardan had cradled the back of my head, tilting me as he pressed his tongue into my mouth to open and deepen the kiss. He felt like mine, I felt a little guilty answering his question.

“Jude,” he had murmured against my skin, kissing a patch from my mouth to my throat, then his lips were by my ears and he asked, “What do you want from me, princess?” When I told him, he immediately fell back, only half in a daze but vehemently shaking his no – but I won in the end, because here we are, where I asked to be. I feel only a little remorseful and he’s telling me I’m trouble again.

I tilt my body, trying to get a closer look at the scene, but no matter how much I shift and turn, I can’t quite make out who my father is with, nor what he’s saying. My finger absently finds the buttons on the side of the car, but before I can lower the window, Cardan takes hold of my wrist. I’m already practically on top of him, my knees bracing against the console from the passenger’s side, and a hand planted firmly onto his lap. So it shouldn’t bother me when he pulls me closer, tightening his hold on me. Cardan’s warm fingers encircle my wrists, his thumb right where my veins sing.

I’m alive, he should note. I give him a look, eyes unable to stray too far from his still pink and swollen lips. I did that, I think to myself. I wonder how many other can say the same. And then I realize I don’t actually want to consider that at all. Cardan narrows his dark eyes at me, “Don’t even think about it, Jude.” My name on his tongue always felt like sin, but it’s when he teases me with my pseudo-reign that I feel like penance should only a breath away.

“But -” my mouth feels dry, searching for excuses but he shakes his head, halting my explanation.

“We’re not even supposed to be here,” he seethes, “and if you think we’re not being watched right now, you’re sorely mistaking.” I find myself pouting when he firmly guides me back into my seat, forcing me to gather the rest of my surroundings. We’re in a secluded area, backroads lined with trash bags and oily pathways between buildings. My father is currently having a “business meeting,” as he explained before abruptly leaving. I’ve only ever seen business meetings that take place between alleyways in movies that involve the mob.

When I tell Cardan this, pointedly looking at my father’s silhouette, he gives me a dry kind of look I choose to ignore. So long as he’s looking at me, I suppose. He was left in charge of watching over the club in Dad’s absence, but we both knew it just meant watching over me. I was working the bar tonight, a job my father now is incredibly annoyed with, despite the fact it had been his suggested punishment for my overspending a bit.

“Just because there’s no limit does not mean you get to test that theory, Jude.” I roll my eyes now, because jokes on him; I'm a hit at parties now that I know to mix drinks and do little flairs that I’m quite proud of. I like to impress Cardan with them when he leaves Dad’s office and orders something boring on the rocks. I’m nearly positive that’s the charm that had him following me to that hall and led to him driving me right where we are currently parked.

“Haven’t you heard the saying? Curiosity killed the girl.”

“It does not go like that,” I tell Cardan, unamused.

I’m no idiot, I know Madoc’s club is only half of where our family income comes from, and the guests he entertains in the VIP section are never just guests. Business partners maybe, buyers or sellers, I could never tell. It was the same as usual until Dad had gotten a phone call in the middle of his hosting. It had seemed as if he had been waiting for the call all evening. However, him leaving abruptly made me too antsy to stand idle and make vodka cranberries all night. It always felt like the entire staff was in on a big secret I wasn’t apart of. It didn’t help that lately, Dad had been a little worn down, coming home tired or frustrated, answering calls curtly, stuck in his own head looking haggard. I’m allowed to worry.

“You didn’t,” Cardan says, pausing the sudden gnawing I’d been doing on my bottom lip, “by the way. Your bar tricks are not what got you into my car.” I guess he’s a mind reader now too.

“You’re telling me you weren’t impressed with my juggling?” I didn’t even break a bottle this time.

He sighs, “you probably could have just asked and I’d taken you.” I raise an eyebrow, not believing him since even with all my womanly whiles and eccentric charm, I still had to plead with him to get out here. The side of his lip tilts up in a smirk. “I just like watching you beg.” He shrugs, “So, you would have begged.” His warm voice sends a shiver down my spine. “Maybe I would have gotten you on your knees.” He could still get me on my knees if he asked nicely, but I don’t tell him that. Cardan glances out the window, making a face at the two men. “There’s no point in being here if you can’t even hear what’s being said.”

I nod at this, finding my composure. “Exactly, Mr. Greenbriar.” I grin, “We should move closer.”

“No,” he tells me. He fumbles for the lock but my door is swung open before he manages to press the button. His eyes widen, “Jude,” he scowls quietly when I give him a triumphant grin. Without waiting, I duck for cover, sneaking up closer to the building. “Fuck me,” I hear Cardan moan. “Jude, you idiot,” he mutters, silently getting out of the car and following me. When he’s caught up, he pushes me behind him as we near the corner of the building. “You’re gonna get us both killed.”

“Are you not carrying?” I ask a bit startled. “Wait so that wasn’t a gun in your pocket? You really were excited to see me?” His hand comes over my mouth, and my eyes widen in shock, absolutely enthralled with the way he’s decided to manhandle me tonight. I’m always the one testing boundaries, so maybe my heart pounds a little faster at our proximity more than the shooters probably ready to gun us down – if Cardan is right about us being watched.

“Have you always been this bratty?” I wiggle my eyebrows at him instead of giving him an actual answer. He looks heavenwards before moving to stand behind me. One hand is now across my chest, the other still firmly over my mouth. I lick him but he doesn’t let off. “Of course, I’m armed, but I’m not Superman, princess. I don’t even think I have 15 rounds,” he says the last part more to himself, but that’s news to me anyways.

We lean closer to the alleyway, bracing our shoulders on to the bricks of the building. Whatever Dad and his friend are talking about is only slightly less muffled than before. Its longer than I expect to finally make out pretty keywords like “shipment” and “missing equipment,” and then something that has me ridged.

“You have three daughters don’t you, Madoc?”

“Don’t bring them into this,” Dad responds clearly. My heart beats even faster, I'm all too aware of Cardan’s palm searing hot against the unsteady thumping. He pulls me even tighter against him. Dad says, “I came in good faith to hear you out. You’re the one who lost my supplies.”

“You’re the one who lost two of my guys,” the other man counters, not really angry and seemingly uncaring for the men in question. He makes my skin crawl on sight alone.

“That’s not my -”

The other man holds up a finger, cutting my father off, offending me in the process. His phone had been ringing and Cardan stiffens, as the man answers, eyes still boring holes into my father. “Yes…really? Okay...” He hangs up and tilts his head, “Good faith? Someone’s tailing us.”

“I didn’t -” whatever my dad says, I don’t get to hear. Cardan is cursing, grabbing me by the hand and pulling me towards the car. It’s a struggle because my entire body wants to run to Dad, but the hold Cardan has on me is iron tight. A shot goes off and my body seizes. My eyes go so wide they hurt. I only wanted to know what Dad was hiding, wanted in on the big secret everyone knew but me – wanted some type of undeniable proof so he couldn’t brush this away, brush me away. More shots are fired and I’m too far to know who’s shooting at who.

Cardan pulls open the car door and shoves me in before rushing to the other side. I don’t even have my seatbelt on when he pulls out of the spot. I hear more bangs ricocheting and panic begins to set in, “Cardan! Dad -”

“He’s fine – Balekin wasn’t lying.”

“Balekin?”

Cardan doesn’t exactly answer me, but continues, “Madoc definitely brought back up. No good faith and all that.” He waves his hand and it freaks me out that both hands are not on the steering wheel. It also unnerves me that Cardan knows my Dad’s tells more than me. “We, on the other hand…” he trails off, shifting gears and stepping on the gas. My heart flies into my throat. I hurriedly manage to snap on the seatbelt, but even then, I don’t think that’ll protect me at all if Cardan decides to bend us into a tree or light pole or worse – another vehicle. “God,” he mutters, “you’re so reckless, Jude” he mumbles, “absolute fucking brat,” he continues. My cheeks flare pink but I hold my tongue, scared I might vomit if I talk. I grip at the leather seats so tight I feel my knuckles start to cramp. “And me – I follow you like a fucking dog.” Outside is a blur of lights and the night sky. I'm too scared to look at the speedometer but I know it’s beyond what the legal limit is. The one reprieve is that the road is clear for now.

“I think where in a fifty zone,” I finally manage in a squeak. Cardan side eyes me and I let out a yelp, “Oh my god, pay attention to the road!”

My hysterical tone eases him somehow, because he begins to relax. He eyes the rear view mirror and shrugs, taking a hand off the steering wheel again. My heart is beating so fast that my eyes seem to shake at every little pump. “We’re good,” he lets me know. He smirks at me and when I look sick at his lack of attention to the road, he tells me, “Crack the widow, let your hair down and all.” He does it for me with his free hand reaching to the top of my head, pulling at the clip securing my bun. It unravels just as the window slides down. Air gusts through my hair and stings my face.

My ears are filled with the rush of wind. “I…” My words are lost in the noise.

“It’s okay, princess, I’m a good driver,” he promises.

“What are you,” I manage, hoarse, “Dad’s getaway driver?” he shifts gears and I'm seeing double. Soon we’ll be doing donuts in the parking lot.

He shrugs, “When he needs me to be.” I remember what he said about curiosity killing the girl and that must explain the stroke I’m having. I feel like an idiot – a little girl trying to be much bigger than she is. What the hell would Dad even say if I go to him about tonight? He’d probably gaslight me. I shakily look back, wondering if we’re being followed. I calm when I see that its just us. “Do you trust me?”

I nod my head and settle back into the seat. I try to get my mind off of this, thinking about our kiss from earlier instead. Had only an hour passed since then? I should apologize for leading him on only to get him here. Except I hadn’t really led him on. I’ve wanted Cardan since the moment Dad introduced us. I think him working directly under my father only fueled my desire more. It felt very taboo. However, those thoughts only race my pulse for a completely different reason. Slowly, I release my death grip on the seat and hold my hand out to Cardan. He raises a brow, but takes it anyway, letting me squeeze it tightly. “Yeah,” I whisper. I clear my throat, “I trust you.”

There’s a lot to take in, but I'm trying to stabilize my pulse instead. It’s like an onslaught of adrenaline wafting through me repeatedly and I can’t find a release. The car rolls to a stop just off the highway and into the cover of trees and shrubbery, This feels like an illegal spot to park, but what do I know? I watch in a stupor as the slim needle on the dashboard falls from somewhere in the hundreds down, down, down to 0. I find myself absolutely petrified but yet a giggle escapes me. Suddenly, I have this uncontrollable urge to laugh because if I don’t, I think I might cry.

“Are you okay?” Cardan reaches over and unclips my belt. He then brushes my hair back, forcing my gaze to his. He thumbs at my eyes, tearing up from the wind, and not at all because of the emotional turmoil I’m going through.

The rush that had been whipping past my ear had been halted so suddenly that my head begins to sway. I turn to look at him, uncaring for once how unput together I must look. “Dad…”

“He’s fine,” Cardan says again, sure of himself. “Are you?”

“Not dead,” I confirm, and he gives my hand a little squeeze. I give him a dazed look, and then, I smile softly at him. It must have been what he was waiting for. In one swift motion, Cardan tugs me over the console, guiding me to straddle is lap. My skirt hikes up and Cardan only pushes it up higher. There’s a pulse between my legs and when he pulls me down, his breath tickles my skin, filling me with heat all the way to the pit of my stomach.

“You’re okay,” he tells me quietly. “It’s okay, Jude.” I nod, placing my hands in his shoulder, fingers teasing at his dark curls. I stare at his neck, at the tendon there that I want to place my lip against. I bend down to do just that, letting his steady pulse beat against my skin. “Jude,” he murmurs, tilting his head to give me more access. When I press my lips on his skin, he sucks in a breath.

“I'm sorry,” I whisper, leaning up.

His hands run up my thighs, and if I had survived a shootout and a lone speed race, I don’t think I can survive Cardan and the way he looks at me right now. “For what?”

“Using you?”

Cardan chuckles, and reaches one hand up, working at the buttons of my shirt. Slowly, he pushes it off my shoulders, letting the material fall to the floor, all the while he’s admiring the swell of my breasts, contained only by sheer white lace. He looks up at me, gauging my come down from the adrenaline. I’m still utterly tweaked, and every touch of his is no help at all. My skin is on fire everywhere his fingertips touch. He teases a digit over my breast, up my neck and to my chin, pinching it between his fingers and pulling me forward. “I don’t think it counts,” he tells me. “I would have done this anyway,” he reminds me.

“Oh,” is all I can say.

His lips graze against mine and there’s a heat pooling between my legs. I shift, only to find him already hard and straining in his jeans. “Tell me to stop,” he mouths against me. I don’t. My eyes flutter and I hold on to him tighter. I pick at the buttons of his shirt, slowly undoing them until my cool hands can press firmly to his hard chest. His muscle seem to tighten when I graze them. Cardan holds my wrist gently this time, guiding it further down to his navel. “Come on princess, tell me this is a bad idea.” I stay silent. Even if it was a bad idea, I won’t let it stop. “Then open your mouth for me.”

My lips part for him and when our tongues meet, Cardan moans softly. He pulls me in closer, nipping at my bottom lip, sucking on it until my toes curl. His hand on my thigh slides over my ass and between my legs from behind. His fingers deftly rubbing at the already wet cotton and I gasp out, arching my neck, letting him trace his tongue down my skin. He pulls down a strap of my bra with his free hand, meeting my eyes and keeping my gaze as he lowers his head to kiss the tip of my breast. I inhale when his tongue laves my nipple, drawing it into his mouth. He sucks gently at first, finger rubbing over me just as soft. Then, he tugs my underwear to the side, now parting my pussy just as he begins to suck on me harder.

He makes a noise that vibrates against my skin. I hold his head against me, nearly close to weeping. His teeth graze my skin and I jump, hitting my head against the ceiling of the car. He pulls away from me, his lips obscenely wet and his eyes lidded. He reaches up, rubbing my head before feeling the side of his seat and pulling a lever to slowly recline the seat. “Sorry,” he says and I laugh, despite the ache in my breast and the throb in my pussy. I bite at my lip and undo his belt. “You’re so beautiful,” he tells me and my skin heats up. He pulls the other side of my bra down while I stroke his stiff cock. “Beautiful,” he repeats, I'm dripping between my thighs and his finger rubs me faster.

I go in for another kiss. Not short and sweet like I had been intending. This time Cardan kisses me rough and hard. There’s passion and ache between us. He reaches down to align the head of his cock where it needs to be. He rubs the tip between my slit with one hand, the other moves to come between us, rubbing soft circles into my clit. My knees strain on either side of him, and I let out a whimper when he teases the head shallowly. My hand finds his shoulders, and I cry out when he thrusts upwards, impaling me in one swift movement.

“Cardan!” My head falls forward, into his neck, and I try to muffle the cry into his skin. He gives me little time to adjust before he pulls out and slams back in. My muscles pulse when he pauses again, gripping him in spasms. He groans wrapping his arms around my back, moving me to his pace now, and I try to keep up with his steady pounding, but all I can find the energy to do is lay on top of him and take it as the length of him rubs every tender spot within me. I’m groaning and panting and he’s whispering my name.

“Jude…” my nipples feel so tender, brushing against his chest at every thrust, “God – you take me so good, don’t you?” I feel like I’m being spilt in two and its absolutely delicious. “Does that feel good, princess?”

“Yes,” I say, breathing hard. He thrusts into me harder, and harder and swear he’s rocking the car, but I want more of him, so much more. “Yes – Cardan…” my eyes get glassy, and I shut them tight, pressing my head onto his shoulder. He slows down and grabs hold of my hair, pulling my head back. The slower he moves the deeper he seems to go; the tip of his dick kissing at my womb. I whimper, fingers flexing against his skin

“Look at me,” he whispers, sweat sheening his body now, slick and warm. His eyes are wild and full of lust and I'm so gone for him, so absolutely gone for this man. “Tell me,” Cardan requests in a slur. “Say it again.”

“It feels… so good,” I manage, “ah… more,” I beg and he’s ramming into me now, so hard and rough and then I say, “faster… please…” and it’s so frantic that I grab on to the headrest, bracing myself so I could take everything he gives me. There’s a tight knot at the pit of my stomach, and my cunt is dripping onto him. My heart hasn’t calmed down since the first gunshot but I find that I don’t mind the intense thumping anymore; it makes me feel so alive instead of being on the verge of death.

“Come for me, baby,” Cardan orders. He fucks me so recklessly, and his shaft rubs against my throbbing clit at every deep stroke. I feel delirious, holding my breath and clenching my stomach.

“Ah,” I cry out, back arching. His hand in my hair loosens to roam down my body. “I…Oh,” I bite at my lips, feeling the start of an orgasm that wouldn’t quite come. “I don’t know if I…” my confession trails off as I fall back with his guidance, careful not to honk the horn. He slows down again, torturing me. His finger finds my hardened clit and I scream when he presses down on it.

“You can,” Cardan lets me know. “You will,” he promises, in a breath. “For me, just for me.” My hands are frantic, unsure of what to hold onto. He pulls them around his neck, bringing me over him again. “I can go as long as it takes, princess,” he says into my ear before he kisses me there, then lower until his teeth latches on to the curve of my neck, all while fucking me hard and deep and so dirty, driving into me with little mercy. I’ve forgotten my name, it must be Princess with how much he says it. But it doesn’t matter, nothing matters, just him being inside of me does.

He fucks me endlessly and I bite down on his neck, mirroring him, screaming when I come. It feels so intense, I see stars as I shudder uncontrollably. Cardan cries out too, slamming into me one last time, his climax mixing with mine and it seems unending when I shudder again, tightening my thighs against his. I gasp again when my stomach clenches, “Cardan,” I whimper, slowly coming down.

Cardans hand brushes down my back, soothing me as we both try to catch our breaths. He gently lifts me up, letting his cock slip from me. Come drips out of me, pouring onto him but he doesn’t care and I don’t think I care either. He smooths my hair back and pulls me in for a kiss, soft and slow this time. He reaches between us, and my body jolts when he pets my pussy, rubbing at the soreness sure to come soon. When we pull away, I ask, “Where did that come from?”

“Long time in the making,” he grins wryly, “you already knew that though.” I roll my eyes but jump at the vibration in his pants. His phone was buzzing. He pauses his hand on me and reaches into his pocket awkwardly. It’s my dad’s name on the screen and my cheek runs from a soft blush to full on crimson. Cardan unlocks it and reads the message. He looks up at me warily. “He’s asking why you left early from the bar.”

“Tell him I went for a ride.” I grin.

Cardan fights a smile, muttering, “trouble,” like a praise as he begins to type.

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hogans-heroes · 1 month

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Master AU List 7/?

Buck and Bucky are new college roommates from very different backgrounds, but quickly find a deep connection they both are afraid to define.

#my mota AUs #got a lot of feelings about this one folks #buck x bucky #masters of the air #mota

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deathsweetblossoms · 6 months

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You must come with me, loving me, to death; or else hate me, and still come with me, hating me through death and after.

Vampire Cardan for Folktober

@jurdannet @jurdannetrevels

#cardan greenbriar #bite bite bite #folktober2023 #Jurdan #tfota #the folk of the air #vampy Cardan is everything #the quote is from Carmilla though 😏#spooky season #vampire AU

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iambellarose1816 · 1 year

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Jurdan In The Modern World One-Shot 2

Cardan's tail twitched at the sound of Jude's voice from down the hallway.

He didn't know she was going to be home 2 days earlier than expected. "Shit shit shit. Why is she here so early?" He asked himself.

He was going to surprise Jude with a small dinner when she returned, but it seemed it backfired.

He tried to run, but ended up tripping over his tail. He fell flat on his face. He tapped his fingers against the floor and sighed angrily.

"Well this is an unexpected sight to see your husband in when you get home." Jude said as she stood by the doorway.

"Hello wife, how are you?" He asked sarcastically. Jude only laughed and sat on the bed in front of Cardan.

"Do you need some help there, husband?" She asked, trying hard not to laugh at his frustrated state. "No no, I am good here, Duarte. Thank you." She chuckled and pulled him off the floor.

He hugged her tightly and kissed her head. "How was your little vacation?" She snuggled into his arms a little more and sighed in contentment. "It was good. I decided to leave 2 days earlier because I just felt bored without you." She said.

Cardan smirked, picked Jude up and threw her on the bed. "Bored without me, hey?" He said as he hovered over her.

Jude nodded and wrapped her arms around Cardan's neck. "I missed you." She said quietly. Cardan smiled warmly. He kissed her gently and laid his head on Jude's chest. "I missed you too."

With that they spent their day showing each other how much they missed one another.

#jurdan #jude duarte #cardan greenbriar #the folk of the air #the cruel prince #fluff #love #oneshot #modern au #holly black

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pollyaunt · 10 months

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INFERNO

tw: yall dont know what youre in for after reading this hahaha

fandom: tfota

a/n: im so sorry for my absence since past year but im trying to get better everyday and i check up on here everyday too i love yall stay hydrated <3

also for best experience, listen to this one while reading because it gives hardcore big jude energy and has a significance in the fic:

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It was never meant to go so far.

I hold soft flames on my tongue And chew on them like chewing gum,

I couldn't remember how it ended up like the way it did. I was supposed to extract as much intel as possible from him tonight. Not end up with hot and wet kisses trailing down my neck, my cheek, my face.

There's an inferno in your mouth

I can tell by the way you smile like it burns,

But I did remember how it began; with swift moves, swaying and sashaying of hips along with the attractive yet sultry beats of the song playing out, one of my favourites of all time. I remembered how my hazel eyes met the same dark charcoal black ones I saw back on the board pinned in the middle, but the intensity of that deep ruthless gaze didn't hit me until my masked eyes saw it for themselves.

Yet, I continued to move along with the music blasting through the speakers stacked in the corners of that Elite club. Feeling slightly hypnotic by the way he lifted his glass of whiskey to those lush lips and how his black curls fell on his forehead, I raked a hand through my own deep brown hair to the side as I tossed a wink his way, ending my slight adrenaline rush with a controlled move of my cleavage and hips.

A smirk spread on his face, complimenting those sharp cheekbones enough to have me near ready, begging to cut my heart as though glass by them.

His golden clad fingers pressed tighter on his glass, as though reading my thoughts.

And the flicker flames weave in through my teeth

If the hot gum were to slip out, where would we be?

I knew the answer to that just a few minutes later.

I clenched his shirt from the back, bunching the material in my hands as he continued to leave a trail of the feeling of his lips against my skin in a dark corner of the endless dimmed hallway right outside.

I was burning with the way his hands moved on my body, like a musician searching for the right notes to create his best masterpiece ever to exist. A gasp escaped my lips when I felt him nibble my ear with a tug before he tightened his hold on my waist and his mouth went down, down, down, right in the center of the ample cleavage my bright maroon dress displayed.

Goosebumps scattered across my skin wherever his delicate brush of fingers and lips lingered on my body for a little too long, causing me to arch my back in pure ecstatic pleasure.

And when I felt another lick of his tongue on the column of my throat, I knew the night had just began.

He's a keeper, he's a believer

And he put us in a car, I don't know where we are

My breathing turned ragged as he continued to explore my body in the darkest and most sinister way one could imagine. As I reached my high, craving the sharp sting it left behind, I imagined how I never wanted to stop feeling that pleasure like an addict begging for his drug.

And when he finally pressed his lips against mine, I let myself float so high in the most pleasurable hell he made me put through.

I watch us burn and fall

The heat is ten feet tall

So high that I didn't decipher the small click until it was too late to register.

And the flicker flames weave in through my teeth

If the hot gum were to slip out, where would we be?

Or the press of unmistakable cold metal against my very hip I felt him caress seconds ago.

My heartbeat struck just when he whispered his very first words to me tonight, "Such a dirty girl you are, Jude."

I took in a sharp breath as I felt him tug my straightened hair into a tight hold of his hands, as he slowly raised the gun against my neck, smirking in the same cruel way he did during his previous heists.

But this time, I was his heist. And he had successfully won in his mission to corrupt me before I brought any furthermore damage to his plans.

My pulse spiked at the thought but he continued to smile in that same evil manner I saw him did all those days when I was asked to get more and more information on him from the bureau.

"Shh, it'll be over soon, Jude." Cardan continued to nuzzle my neck even though I was still put on gun-hold by his other hand and I couldn't decide what really mattered to me at that moment.

But what I did think of was just one thing:

It was never meant to go so far.

Your teeth are on on fire, do you notice? No.

Your mouth is burning, do you notice? No.

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alright this struck my mind while I heard the above mentioned song and couldnt settle until i finished this piece in one go. i hope yall liked it mwah <3

also, dominant cardan>>>>

@jurdannet @slightlyrebelliouswriter23 @thewickedkings @thekingdomofelfhame @greenbriarxrose @cinnamonsketchdust @charincharge @clockworkgraystairs @jurdanhell @rhysandswingspan

@hollyblack

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azastr · 10 months

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Intoxicated Love

Cardan Greenbriar

Description : Drunk Cardan flirting with his wife

Warning : Drunk Cardan 🍷

Cardan stumbled through the grand halls of the Elfhame palace, his steps unsteady and his laughter ringing out. He had consumed more than his fair share of the potent faerie wine, and it had taken a toll on his balance. Despite his intoxication, however, his mischievous dark eyes glinted with amusement as he spotted his wife, Y/n, coming towards him.

"Daaaaaarling~" Cardan slurred, a playful smile tugging at the corners of his lips. He sauntered to her, his tail swaying lazily behind him. "Come to rescue me from my own debauchery, have you?"

Y/n's eyes sparkled with mirth as she approached him, her footsteps purposeful and confident. "Rescue is a strong word, Cardan," she retorted, her voice laced with a hint of sarcasm. "More like keeping an eye on you to ensure you don't embarrass yourself too much."

Cardan feigned offense, a hand clutching his chest dramatically. "Embarrass myself? Never!" he exclaimed, his words accompanied by an unsteady sway. "I am the High King of Elfhame, after all. Embarrassment is beneath me."

Y/n raised an eyebrow and smirked. "Beneath you, huh? Just like the wine you've been drinking tonight, I suppose." She reached out a hand to steady him, her touch firm but gentle.

"Careful there, love," she said, her voice tinged with a mix of concern and a hint of sarcasm. "Don't want you stumbling and breaking that pretty face of yours."

Cardan's eyes flickered with amusement as he leaned into her touch, his tail swaying lazily behind him. "Oh, but my dear Y/n, even if I were to break my face, I trust you'd still find me irresistible," he slurred, a playful smile tugging at his lips.

Y/n raised an eyebrow, an amused smirk dancing on her own lips. "Irresistible might be a stretch, my love," she countered, her tone laced with feigned indifference. "But I suppose there's a certain charm to your drunken state."

Cardan chuckled softly, the sound reverberating through the room. "You wound me, my love. Here I am, pouring my heart out, and you mock me."

She chuckled, unable to hide her own amusement at his antics. "Well, pour your heart out more soberly next time, and maybe I'll take you seriously."

Leaning closer to her, Cardan's voice dropped to a husky whisper, his breath warm against her ear. "But where's the fun in that, Y/n? You know I can't resist teasing you, especially when you react so delightfully."

"You know," he slurred, his words whispered into her ear, "you're quite lovely tonight. Always lovely, of course, but tonight, especially so."

Y/n rolled her eyes, but a faint blush tinged her cheeks. "Flattery will get you nowhere, Cardan," she replied, a hint of teasing in her voice. "Especially when you're inebriated."

Y/n crossed her arms, studying him with a mixture of exasperation and fondness. "You never cease to amaze me, Cardan Greenbriar. How is it that a king can stumble around drunk in his own palace?"

Cardan grinned mischievously. "Because, my love, being a king can be rather dull at times. And what better way to bring some excitement to my kingdom than by being a charmingly tipsy ruler?"

Y/n's lips twitched into a playful smile. "Is this your way of suggesting a dance, my intoxicated king?"

Cardan bowed dramatically, offering his hand. "Would you honor me with a dance, my cunning and beautiful wife?"

Y/n took his hand, her fingers intertwining with his. "Only if you promise not to step on my toes, Your Majesty."

Cardan laughed, his eyes alight with affection. "I make no such promises, my love. But I will do my best to keep up with your graceful steps."

They moved to the center of the hall, the music of the fae filling the air. Cardan's steps were unsteady, but Y/n guided him with practiced ease. They twirled and spun, their laughter echoing through the grand chamber.

In that moment, they were not a king and a human girl hated by the fae. They were simply Cardan and Y/n, two souls entwined in a dance that defied the odds. And as they laughed and teased each other under the moonlit sky, their love shone brightly, casting a light that even the darkest shadows of Elfhame couldn't extinguish.

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Not me drowning in the imagines of this beautiful fae

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My favorite part about the Vampire Trio AU is how serious it can be with the vampire politics of dealing with keeping the fragile peace of the nearby humans and dealing with the vampire hunters who can very much kill.

And the more silly or heartwarming moments like Right introducing Henry and Reginald to new foods, Randy being the blind joking husband and dad to his son and lovers and just Reginald, Right and Henry experiencing the wonders of the world in the few moments of calmness they get.

#mod lizzy rambles #vampire trio au #speaking of vampire randy #just the fact he learned how to fly because wilford threw him off the castle accidentally trying to push him #and randy thought it was fun #despite the fact that he cant see how far the drop was #not that he wouldn't care #and that is how randy taught his recently turned husband terrence how to fly #and how he eventually taught reg and henry #right was spared as reginald decided to take the slower route of teaching right how to fly #just rambling today as the air here sucks so bleh #need to finish vampire ellie and jaques ref sheets eventually #alongside all the vampire hunters and misc human folks like mayor galeforce #*climbs back into the void while waiting on potatoes to cook*

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High for this by The Weeknd but *jurdan*?

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Cardan’s lips taste sweet, like over ripe fruit; honeyed and heady, and Jude can’t help but want more of it, more of the feeling that slowly ebbs its way into her system. He holds her close, by the base of her neck and the small of her back, keeping her mounted on top of him while he nibbles small little red splotches down her neck. She’s breathing heavily, half dazed with the lack of oxygen getting to her head and something else that fogs and clouds the room. It’s so hot in here, she thinks, but she must have expressed this out loud, she realizes, when Cardan gives her an answering moan that vibrates against her skin.

“Ah,” she cries when his teeth nip at a spot just above her breast, leaving a sting he soothes with the pad of his tongue. Her knees on either side of him, tighten in response and he groans when the heat of her presses down against his groin. Her hands slide from the curve of his shoulders to the nape of his neck. One hand slides up, weaving through thick curls, gripping them tightly, pushing his face harder against her. She tilts her head, giving him space to move up, to that juncture between her neck and shoulder. It tickles her, but she likes the way she can feel it from the base of her spine all the way to the tips of fingers.

Jude would be lying if she said she hadn’t known what she was in for, why she heeded his words when Cardan told her “Come find me,” in the midst of the revel. It had been some time between him being the center of attention and being long forgotten in the haze of smoke and wine. With his finger tugging at a lock of her hair, letting the strands lace around his knuckles before slipping through, with his eyes so transfixed on the motion, Jude thought, he’s absolutely blissed out of his mind.

He left before she could offer him an answer and when she had finally given in just moments later, weaving through the crowd to the room where she knew he’d be. He had a faint smile across his lips, knowing that she’d come. Cardan offered Jude his hand, and she hesitated only for a moment before she let him pull her between his legs.

Her hands had found their way to his arms, her chest getting tight against her clothes as she suddenly struggled to breathe properly. He tucked a stray tress of hair behind her ears, letting his fingers linger. His eyes at half-mast, stared at her with something more than lust, maybe – she guesses it was concern, though his question didn’t really sound like a question. “You know what you’re here for?” Teasing, she thinks, because his hushed tenor when he pulls her closer, when their bodies flushed and her heart beat so hard against his own — and for a moment, it seemed like one rapid rhythm had mended between them; had tethered them to each other – his soft words had felt like the beginning of a fire. Heat and smoke.

Then his hands were guiding her, positioning her against him, roaming her body and letting her roam his, forehead against hers when she bent at the right angle, lost in her eyes while his lips barely skimmed hers. She kissed him first and when he parted his mouth, it was all the friction needed to ignite a spark. She bit down on his lips, tasting red as much as she felt it. He pulled back in a gasp, eyes blown out, but perhaps it had been like so from the start. Still, hers all but mirrored his. Cardan's fingers fumbled, then grasped at his own attire; buttons on his shirt, buttons on his pants. His top was off before Jude could catch up to him, her brain muddled for a little more than a moment. Then, Jude leaned in again and there was a flame.

“Take it off,” he tells her now, tugging at the laces on the back of her dress, loosening them with ease and expertise. He leans back on his elbows, watching her pull the dress up and then toss it somewhere on the floor beside them. In that time, it seems Cardan has absently found something amass the sheets and pillows. A golden fruit he had bitten into earlier that had coated his lips iridescent and his tongue in poison. There’s liquid gold between his lips after he's taken another bite, and Jude’s a little entranced, not realizing she’d folded her arms across her bare breasts.

Cardan reaches and gently pulls at her wrist. There’s no resistance as Jude’s hands are placed on his chest. She hovers hover him, stray pieces of hair, dismantled from pins and jewels, curtain the two of them. She’s nervous now, “Cardan,” her lips mouth over his, tasting that sweetness again. He squeezes the fruit, letting the liquid drip over his knuckles and land against his skin between them.

“I’m right here,” he tells her quietly, tossing the apple before letting his hand wander up her spine, the other sliding through her hair, letting glimmering traces of gold speckle over her body. “Don’t be scared,” he paints the places he likes the most about her... spine, neck, chest, breast, navel - up again to her cheeks, nose, earlobe, then down to her thigh and the curve of her ass.

“I’ve.. I’ve never…” she feels dizzy by proximity of him, by juices seeping into her pores. She's unable to finish her sentence, can’t really recall where she had been going, but she knows for certain that she wants to taste his lips again, wants to lick the elixir right off of him. But a small part of her wonders if that would be okay, if she could handle more than just the remnant of what he had taken hours prior.

“Do you trust me?” He’s genuine this time, reading her easily. Jude realizes, maybe outside of this moment, the answer would be different. She nods her head in response. He presses her closer, and uses the hand at her back to slowly guide her hips against his. “Then you can taste me,” he tells her. “I’ve got you,” Cardan promises.

Her tongue darts out, lapping at his bottom lip without thought, slowly pulling it into her mouth. Cardan's hips lift and begin to move in tandem with hers, hands at her hips, guiding her in wave-like motions, pressing their bodies harder against each other until she cries out against his lips. His eyes flutter shut and his fingers leave indents in her skin. The scant material of her underwear is dampening against his pants, and she’s kissing him sloppily as she rocks against his hardening cock.

His lips are swollen when he turns them over, has her on her back while he takes a nipple into his mouth. She sucks in a breath, exhales a whimper. “Ah – ah, ahh…” losing her words, unable to think straight. She’s trying so hard to muffle her moans, paranoid the remaining revel party would hear, let alone even care. She bites down hard on her lip, and Cardan thinks it’s the most endearing thing he’s ever seen. His fingers squeeze at her other breast, twisting the pebbled nipple between his fingers, soothing the hurt with his thumb, then slowly traveling up her neck, over her chin and slips four fingers into her open mouth, helping her muffle herself, easing the hurt from her lips. She whines and spit dribbles down his ring adorned fingers. Her teeth bites down, but not harshly, and her tongue licks languidly at the sticky psychedelic.

Jude’s body thrashes in tight, mostly controlled movements, trying to cover more surface area, arching her back, buckling her legs over his waist, gripping his hair. Closer. He flicks his tongue and she sobs in rapture, silently begging him for more. His free hand holds her hip down, slides up and down her thigh until she releases him from her python grip, letting her legs fall against the mattress, spreading wide for his fingers to trace her nerves right to between her thighs. He licks off the remaining substance then his hand slips into her panties, two fingers slipping easily in her. She gurgles out Cardan’s name when his digits curl upwards and his palm presses down on her clit. Spit slides down the sides of her mouth, tears parallel from the corner of her eyes. She looks upward, finding swirls in the smoke, glitter in the air, stars in her eyes.

Her knees bend, soles of her feet pressing down firmly on the mattress, her hips lift in vain, breath coming concerningly fast. “It’s okay,” Cardan says now, “breathe,” he instructs her, “I know, Jude.” He takes her in, watching as her eyes gradually hone in on him, straining a pinkish color from the sting of whatever still permeates the air. They’re wet and wide and repeatedly losing focus as Cardan’s slowly thrusts his fingers in and out of her. “I know, Jude,” he whispers again, sweat beading along his skin, entranced with her every reaction. “I feel it too,” he promises.

“Cardan…” she manages, hands going to his wrist, holding on to it as he slides down her chin and collars her neck, all the while, she rocks against his other hand, finding a rhythm that makes her ache. Slowly, she hikes a leg up, fumbling to slip his pants down. His tail flicks against her skin, stopping her, holding her ankle tight and still. “Will it hurt?” she glances down, watching when Cardan takes pressure off of her pelvis and reaches to pull down his pants. His fingers glisten obscenely, coating the tip of his member as he strokes it slowly. He squeezes tightly, at the base, giving an already light headed Jude a visual comparison to go by. His hand slides up and down like a slow tease. Her hands begin to shake, “Cardan…?”

He strokes the tip between her folds and Jude’s stomach all but caves. Her body tenses, waiting for an intrusion that never really comes. Just a smooth teasing that has her twitching occasionally. “We’ll be good,” Cardan says in murmur of a slur, “So good,” he whispers, placating. His hand smooths down her pubic bone, thumb pressing at her clit.

“Ah –” Jude’s head lolls back, and she takes in a deep breath just as he enters, slowly, testing the waters at first before pressing all the way in. He’s slow at first, easing out of her tight grip whenever he pushes in. When she begins undulating her hips, he falls forward, encasing her with his body, beginning to move more nimbly. Her nails find his back, scraping skin between scars already healed over. He fucks her that much harder, forcing short little screams from her whenever he hits deep enough that her toes curl. She’s still fighting her vocality, still fixated on faeries in the halls, not aware that they won’t recall even seeing her slip past them the next day, won’t recall her entering the room Cardan had decided to occupy.

He grips at her hair, forcing her to look at him, driving into her harder. “Just me,” he manages, and whether she understands his proclamation, or she’s unable to hold back any longer, Cardan isn’t quite sure, but he’s so pleased when she screams out in bliss.

So fucking pleased, when she’s fighting her eyes to stay open, when she’s uttering a jumble of words next to his name, “Please, please, please…. more…Cardan …more…please…I – just…you…”

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Bad Decisions - Chapter One

fandom: The Folk of the Air

word count: 3.438

rating: mature (alcohol, explicit sexual content)

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summary: Jude got passed over for a promotion at work, so she wants to distract herself. She figures the hot guy in the bar is perfect for a night of no strings attached sex. They'll never see each other again anyways. Or will they?

AN: had this idea and decided to just go for it. I'll continue this as inspiration strikes, so if you have any prompts you'd like to see here, send them my way!

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The ice had almost completely melted, leaving a puddle at the bottom of her empty whiskey glass, but Jude couldn’t bring herself to either leave the bar or order a new drink. She’s had an absolutely awful day at work, which is the reason she’s found herself at this slightly dingy-looking bar at six pm on a Thursday, still in her work clothes.

Her company’s CEO was retiring, which meant lots of promotions since many of the people in managing positions were moving up a rung on the ladder. As division manager of half of her department, she had expected a promotion to actual department manager, since that was basically what she was doing already. But instead they had decided to bring in someone from outside the company to oversee their department.

Jude was furious with that decision, as she was clearly the one best suited for the job. She knew the company well, having worked there for years now and was already familiar with the responsibilities the job brought. When she had gone to her current manager to tell him exactly that though, he’d just told her there was nothing he could do, since the decision came from higher up.

So she had gone to the first bar that didn’t look like the drinks were grossly overpriced and ordered a drink. That was over an hour ago now and though the whiskey had left her with a slight buzz, it wasn’t enough to be drunk yet.

There were two options now: Either get up, go home and prepare for another day at work where she would meet her new manager or continue drinking to make herself forget the unfairness of being passed over.

Just when she had decided to get up and do the responsible thing, someone slid onto the stool next to her.

“Two of whatever she was having,” a cool and elegant voice told the bartender. Jude looked over and saw two hands resting on the bar, their fingers decorated with elegant gold rings. She continued looking up and found the stranger’s face. High cheekbones, lush red lips, dark eyes ringed by impossibly long lashes and dark hair that fell into his eyes. Jude felt mesmerized by him. She’d never seen anyone that beautiful.

Those dark eyes met hers and a thrill went through her. It felt dangerous, the power he seemed to hold.

“How do you know I wasn't just leaving?” she challenged him, foregoing the simple pleasantries of Hellos or introductions.

“You’ve been sitting here for almost an hour in front of an empty glass and didn’t order a new drink. I thought I’d do you a favor and at least provide some alcohol in case you want to keep sitting there and scowl at the bar. But by all means, feel free to leave.” He underlined his statement with a hand pointing in the direction of the door.

“Been watching me, have you?” Jude cocked an eyebrow and took the drink the bartender had just put in front of her.

“Yes,” he simply said, not looking the least bit apologetic.

Okay, she could respect that. “Well, what brings you here then?”

He accepted her moving on without the blink of an eye. “Just doing some pondering over my future.” He gave her a wry smile and took a sip of his drink as well.

“Ah, I see,” she just said.

“What’s got you scowling like that? The whiskey not good enough? Because I can agree with that.” he made a slight grimace with his next sip.

“Just work. I got passed over for a promotion I deserved. But let’s not talk about that. I’m here to make bad decisions after all.”

When she looked at him again there was a glint in his eye that made him look slightly rougeish, as if he was all too familiar with bad decisions. Jude gave him a once-over. he was wearing dark jeans and a black pullover that were basic but looked to be expensive. Apart from the rings adorning his fingers he was also wearing a big watch that would’ve been gaudy had it not been real and expensive as well. Despite his forward nature, he hadn't been overbearing or creepy and she didn’t feel like he was dangerous. She threw back her whiskey and decided that a bad decision might just be what she needed right now.

“Do you want to get out of here?” she asked.

“Why, you're being quite forward aren't you?” he gave her a lazy grin. “You don’t even know my name.”

“I don’t need your name,” she said, because it was the truth. “Just some help with making a bad decision.”

He looked at her for a moment, scanning her face. Then he gave a nod. “Your place or mine?”

“Yours,” she immediately answered. She didn’t bring men back to her place, ever. The less they knew about her, the better.

“Alright.”

“Just give me the address first so i can text it to someone.”

“Fair enough,” he laughed and gave her an address that was pretty close to her place. After texting it to her sister Vivi, they left the bar and hailed a cab.

He gave the driver his address and looked at her. She looked back and studied his face in the dim light of the backseat. He looked like a statue carved out of marble.

They arrived a few minutes later and he led her into the lobby and to the elevators. They hadn’t spoken in a while now, but Jude didn’t mind. He didn’t seem to mind, either.

Once they finally reached his apartment and he had closed the door behind them she took a step closer to him, looking into his eyes. They weren’t just dark, they were almost black, a color very similar to his hair, but had golden flecks in them that reflected the light.

She took another step closer and could now smell his cologne, something woodsy and slightly sweet.

“I’m going to kiss you now, if that’s okay,” she said and went up onto her tiptoes. She was already wearing heels, but he was still so much taller than she was. Luckily he decided to help her out and bent down to meet her. He stopped just shy of meeting her lips, looking at her face for a second while they were breathing the same air.

She didn’t feel like waiting anymore, so she stretched just a little further and pressed her lips against his. It was a little awkward at first, neither of them doing anything for a second or two, but then Jude took his hands and moved one to her ass and the other to her waist. Her own arms she put behind his neck and pulled him closer. He started kneading her ass and let out an appreciative groan. Jude took that opportunity to slide her tongue into his mouth. He tasted like whiskey and spice. At her forwardness he apparently shook off any reservations he still had and started actually kissing her. And wow, he could kiss. His tongue met hers in strokes and little teases and when she pulled back for air, he followed her to nip at her bottom lip with his teeth. Heat started to pool between her legs and when she went back for another kiss she pressed closer than before and slid her hand up into the hair at the nape of his neck. She tugged lightly and he let out another groan. When he pulled his mouth away from hers, she started to protest, but he just moved it to her neck, placing wet kisses on her pulse point and the place beneath her ear. When she let out a soft moan, he used the hand on her ass to pull her closer and she could feel his erection press against her stomach.

His kisses trailed down her neck again to her collarbone and she wanted more, and lower. Patience had never been her strong suit though.

“Wanna take this to the bedroom?” God, did her voice really sound that breathy? It had been way too long if a little kissing already got her this worked up.

“Sure,” he said into her neck and bent down a little. She was confused at first what he was doing when he put his hands on the backs of her thighs and said “Jump”.

She did and wrapped her legs around his waist. Their change in position made him press right against her center now and both of them let out a groan. He carried her to a room down the hallway and deposited her back on the floor in front of a king-sized bed with dark green sheets.

He bent his head back down to kiss her once more while his fingers moved to the buttons of her blouse. He popped them open, one by one and took it off her, revealing her bra. Only then did he break the kiss to look at her. Jude took the opportunity and took off her bra, baring her chest to him. A rush of confidence flooded her, when she saw him drink her in. He then moved his head back to her neck, starting with the sensitive spot that made her moan and moving his way down over her collarbone to her breast. He circled her nipple with his tongue once, then took it into his mouth, sucking slightly. A bolt of pleasure shot straight to her core. Jude pressed his head closer to her chest. He moved on to her other nipple, doing the same there, but adding a slight tug with his teeth. The pain after the pleasure from before made her clench around nothing. She could already feel herself getting wet. he gave her a slight nudge and she moved backward until her knees hit the bed and she sat down. He moved with her, going on his knees in front of her. She moved to take his pullover off as well but he caught her hands before she could.

“Not yet,” he just said and pushed her backwards onto the bed. He held her wrists above her head, moving his head to her chest once more. Then he started trailing kissed down towards the waistband of her pants. When the fabric got into the way, he let go of her hands to open the button on her pants.

“Lift your hips,” he said and she did.

He slid her pants and panties down her legs, throwing them off to the side somewhere. He then put his mouth where he left off before and started trailing kisses downwards once more. Right before he got to where she wanted, no, where she needed him to go, to relieve some of the pressure, he moved to the right, placing wet kisses on the sensitive skin of her inner thigh.

“Please,” she whimpered.

He could hear the need in her voice perhaps and listened. Finally, his lips went where she wanted them and he placed a soft kiss on her clit.

“Yes,” she moaned.

He licked her once from bottom to top and then went back to her clit, before tonguing her entrance.

Jude moved her hand into his hair, pressing his head against her. She could feel his chuckle against her sensitive flesh.

His mouth stayed on her clit, alternating sucks and licks, and when he used two fingers to enter her, the pressure was delicious.

“God, you're so wet,” he rasped against her.

He started curling his fingers in an enticing rhythm and sucked at her clit again and again until she finally went over the edge. Jude pressed a hand to her mouth to muffle her moans and clenched around his fingers. He continued with soft teasing licks until her orgasm had faded. When he looked up and saw she had covered her mouth, he took her hand and entwined her fingers with his.

“Don’t do that,” he told her. An almost predatory gleam had entered his eyes. “I want to hear you.”

Had Jude not literally just come, his words might have done the trick.

While she was still catching her breath, he started making his way up her body again.

When he reached her face, she caught his eyes for a look. His pupils were blown wide with lust, almost swallowing his dark irises. She leaned up towards him and caught his lips in another searing kiss. At the taste of herself on his lips, she let out a small groan. She could feel his erection press against her belly through the fabric of his jeans. When she reached down a hand to cup him through his pants, she could feel how hard he was.

“Will you take your clothes off now?” Her whisper landed somewhere between his mouth and his ear.

“Well, I suppose fair is fair,” he answered and leaned back on his toes. His arms lifted and then he was taking off his pullover and all Jude could do was take him in for a second. He was lean, the muscles on his chest subtle but definitely there. A tattoo that appeared to be a snake curled up the side of his ribcage. When she dragged her eyes lower, she could see a dark trail of hair leading down from his belly button and disappearing into the waistband of his pants.

She tore her gaze back to his face. “Still too many clothes for what we’re about to do.”

“And what exactly is that?” His smirk was almost fiendish. She wanted to wipe it off his face. Preferably with her mouth.

“We’re about to fuck,” she told him, matter of fact. “Quick, hard, and no strings attached.” At his look she added, “I wanted to make a bad decision, remember.”

“I remember,” was all he said.

“Good. Then let’s get to it.” Jude had never seen the need for pleasantries before sex with a stranger, so she didn’t see any sense in delaying this any longer. “Take your pants off,” she commanded him, and he did.

When he was finally free of his clothes as well, he leaned back over her to kiss her once more. Jude indulged him for a bit. His kisses felt almost electric, shooting a tingling sensation all the way to her pussy.

But she was not here just to make out, so after a few minutes, she hooked her leg under his and turned them both around so she was straddling him.

“Where are your condoms?” Her voice was slightly breathless from the kissing, but so was his when he answered her.

“Bedside table. Upper drawer.” Color stood high on his cheekbones and his lips were swollen from kissing her.

She leaned over to grab one of the condoms and made quick work of putting it on him.

“Is this still okay for you?”

He nodded, his eyes focused on her face.

Jude lifted herself up a little and took his cock in her hand, angling it just right. When she lowered herself back down, he slid right in.

They let out simultaneous groans. Jude took a minute to get used to him and then started moving up and down, bobbing on his cock. The movement made her breasts move and his gaze snapped down, transfixed by her chest. After a few beats, he took his hand

and lifted it to the point where they were connected, drawing a few, tight circles over her clit. When Jude leaned forward a bit, she managed to hit that spot inside her that made her see stars. She increased her rhythm, seeking another orgasm and threw her head back, her hair cascading down her back.

“God, you’re so hot,” he panted under her. “Just to warn you, I’m gonna come soon.”

“Just–a little–longer,” Jude’s words were interrupted by her breathing, which was coming faster now. When his finger flicked her clit at the exact moment his cock hit that spot inside her, Jude went over the edge, her mind blissed out, her pussy clenching around his dick. She could feel it twitching inside her and knew that he was coming too, but she was too preoccupied with her own orgasm to take much note of anything else.

When the aftershocks had ebbed, she moved off him and slid onto the bed next to him to catch her breath for a moment. When he got up to dispose of the condom, she figured her time here, however satisfying it might have been, was over as well. She stood up and started gathering her clothes to get dressed. She was already putting her blouse back on when he returned to the bedroom.

“Not a cuddler?” He mused, watching her from the doorway.

“Not really. And I have work tomorrow, so I better get going anyways.” When she finally finished with the last button on her blouse, she looked up at him and gave herself a few moments to appreciate his naked form.

He should be in a museum, she thought and surprised herself. Whatever, it was probably just her post-orgasm state that had supplied the thought.

When she moved past him, still in the doorway, she turned around one last time. “Thank you,” she said, and meant it. “Have a good night.”

Then she made her way through his apartment and to the front door. But she was still close enough that she could hear his quiet “It was nice to meet you.”

The next morning, Jude got ready for work as usual, but practiced what she hoped was a nice and welcoming fake smile for her new manager, who would be shown around the office today. She tried to get a more positive attitude, but even though her hookup had been nice and satisfying, it hadn’t been as distracting as she’d hoped. She was still mad about her lack of promotion, and the more she kept thinking about it, the worse her mood soured.

To try to salvage this day, or at least make it a bit more bearable, she decided to step by her favorite coffee shop to get breakfast. She was already running a bit behind because she’d had to cover up a hickey the guy had left her. She hadn’t realized he’d given that much attention to her neck, but whatever. She didn’t regret it.

The shop was fuller than usual, so by the time Jude finally got her coffee and bagel, she was officially running late. She tried not to let it stress her out too much, but she didn’t want to make a bad first impression with her new boss. Even if he turned out to be a total dickbag (which she was almost certain he probably was, going off the other men in leading positions in her company) he was still her boss and he could make her life hard if he chose to.

When she finally made it to her desk fifteen minutes later, she had just deposited her breakfast there, when she heard Locke, her (now former) manager speak from across the office.

“And this here is where our two division leaders have their desks. You’ll see them a lot because they’ll keep you up to date on their divisiion’s projects; you'll also discuss new projects with them before they go to the division meetings. But we’ll have time for all the details later.” The sound of Locke’s laugh made her teeth grind. “Seems like Valerian is not at his desk at the moment, so I’ll just introduce you to Jude for now.” Then, a little louder, “Jude, could you come over here for a moment please?” His tone was saccharine sweet.

Jude turned around, her practiced smile on her lips. Her gaze glided over Locke and to the man next to him. Tall, dark suit, dark hair and dark eyes. Familiar dark eyes. No, no, no.

Her smile froze on her lips and she took a few steps forward, her eyes still on the man. He was looking at her as well, recognition alighting in his eyes.

She reached the two of them and Locke gave her an appreciative once-over. She couldn’t even be annoyed by that though, because he had already started talking.

“Jude, meet Cardan Greenbriar, Elfhame Industries newest department manager.”

Jude met the man’s–Cardan’s–eyes, and the horrible realization finally washed over her completely. The man from yesterday was her new boss.

Cardan gave her a lazy smirk, a look in his eye that she could not interpret. “Nice to meet you, Jude.”

She was absolutely fucked.

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