grey's anatomy/private practice smut-a-thon
This a smut-a-thon. Crack!Ships are encouraged. RL ships are as well. All is acceptable but mark/lexie and addison/sam. Comment with prompts and reply to fill them!
Let's write some porn.
Completed Porn (For easy access):
Self Porn
Addison: Vibrator
Couple Porn
Mark/Addison: "Your husband is sleeping in the room next to us"
Mark/Addison: " ( Read more... )
Let's write some porn.
Completed Porn (For easy access):
Self Porn
Addison: Vibrator
Couple Porn
Mark/Addison: "Your husband is sleeping in the room next to us"
Mark/Addison: " ( Read more... )
"It's just a ring? Why does it matter?" Because it shouldn't, because her actions prove that she's still here, in New York, with him, when she could have walked out so many times in the last month.
"It's more than a fucking ring. This is your house with him, your life with him. And you wear that ring and you think I don't notice how much you wish I was him. I'm not Derek. I'll never fucking be Derek. I don't want to be Derek. He treated you like shit."
"Because you're doing such a fantastic job of being better than Derek right now. Want me to clap for you?" She has to cut in because she had a decade of marriage with Derek and yes, it turned into a nightmare, but she loved him, still loves him, not that she wants to, and the wound is just a little too fresh for this conversation.
"Stop it." He's gone past screaming, it's hushed, barely audible.
"Why? What are you going to do?" Her voice isn't hushed or quiet. Her eyes challenge him, dare him.
His lips crash into hers before she knows what's happening and she slaps him, takes a steps back.
"Want me to leave?" He's the one daring this time, eyes dark, face red from her hand.
She wants to tell him to get out, scream at him and throw anything he's touched out with him, but she steps forward, crushes her mouth to his, pulls his lip into her teeth until she can taste blood, feel him flinch. She moves away then, laughs as she licks her lips. His turn.
He strips her, rips her blouse, one of her most expensive, and then they're both naked in the foyer, Mark on top of her, the cold wood on Addison's back. He doesn't wait for her nod this time before he grips his dick and thrusts inside her and she gasps at his hard strokes. It's more rough than they're used to, her teeth dig into chest, and his hands grab handfuls of red, but it's just enough to make them feel satisfied that they're each winning.
Her hands rake against his back and she twists her ring to the inside of her palm, drags the cut diamond across his skin, waiting for his reaction. His deep grunt lets her know she's done well, sliced through flesh, but it only makes him drive into her faster, deeper, harder than she can remember him being. He stops though, just as her walls start to tighten, just before she knows she'll scream. He pulls almost completely out, stalls her hips from pushing upward, makes her stare into his eyes before he slams back into her. He reaches a hand between them, rubs her clit hard, tells her to come. She tries to fight it because he'll win that way, make her weak, happy, in love, and she doesn't want to be any of those things around him. Not him. It's not how their lives were supposed to work out, but she screams anyway, fuck instead of Mark, I hate you instead of I love you, just to spite him and he spills himself inside of her, watches her breath still hitch, her chest drenched in sweat. He didn't say her name either. His back is aching from the ring, a burning like fire, the very touch of the object feels cursed and he knows she's won, so he stands, holds out a hand, and pulls her up from the the dark floor.
"Keep the ring, Addison."
She puts it in a drawer that night and doesn't put it back on until she packs for Seattle a month later.
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