Hurt/Comfort [for ammapreaker]
Oct. 12th, 2016 10:02 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
about2knowmeWell, that was not the best day I've ever had, Deckard Shaw thought as he half-stumbled through the door of his London apartment-- at least, the one he was renting for the time being.
Fucking Hobbs and his team had nearly got him four hours ago. He'd led the man and his team on the usual merry chase through the city, and had nearly gotten away without a scratch until Hobbs had rammed his car into a goddamn wall. They'd traded punches for a while until a lucky break in the shape of his gas tank exploding gave him a chance to get away and find one of the under-the-table doctors he knew of to patch him up.
Deckard winced as he slowly shrugged his way out of his leather jacket, his body screaming in protest at the movement. With the garment off, it was much easier to see the way his shirt had been cut away in order to bandage some kind of wound on his upper right arm. The rest of the shirt was dirty and streaked with sweat and blood, some of it his. Even his face was smudged, and he smelled faintly of smoke and gasoline. Gingerly, he pushed off his boots, and slowly made his way toward the couch.
"Amma? Sweetheart?" he called out into the apartment, trying to keep his voice from betraying the pain he was feeling, but it was a pretty stupid move, since the girl would see what kind of shape he was in once she came out of her room.
Fucking Hobbs and his team had nearly got him four hours ago. He'd led the man and his team on the usual merry chase through the city, and had nearly gotten away without a scratch until Hobbs had rammed his car into a goddamn wall. They'd traded punches for a while until a lucky break in the shape of his gas tank exploding gave him a chance to get away and find one of the under-the-table doctors he knew of to patch him up.
Deckard winced as he slowly shrugged his way out of his leather jacket, his body screaming in protest at the movement. With the garment off, it was much easier to see the way his shirt had been cut away in order to bandage some kind of wound on his upper right arm. The rest of the shirt was dirty and streaked with sweat and blood, some of it his. Even his face was smudged, and he smelled faintly of smoke and gasoline. Gingerly, he pushed off his boots, and slowly made his way toward the couch.
"Amma? Sweetheart?" he called out into the apartment, trying to keep his voice from betraying the pain he was feeling, but it was a pretty stupid move, since the girl would see what kind of shape he was in once she came out of her room.
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Date: 2016-11-14 02:36 am (UTC)She was perfectly content being his one woman and when they did play with others, he was so well behaved that she was able to handle watching him fuck others. "And I'm a one man kind of girl. Do you think I'll always have to be your daughter?" Obviously she menat their front, but it had been something to cross her mind before.
"You wanna rub my body on yours?" she looked up at him, slowly releasing her foot and rising to her feet to move towards him. She could sit on his lap, clothes sticking to her body. Leaning in, she brought her mouth to the side of his neck that wasn't sore and aching. Her mouth connected with the skin that she'd just previously cleaned. Amma pressed her body against him as she began to kiss from his shoulder to the curve of his neck. Slowly, she began to suck on the skin, biting it as if to leave a mark, but not staying in one spot long enough for it to bruise. It was something she'd seen other kids do and in movies, but never an act she'd done to another person.
Her hand went for his, bringing it between her thighs to urge him to touch her as well.
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Date: 2016-11-15 09:56 pm (UTC)There was a bit of self-preservation involved in his handling of the girl, of course, but that wasn't the bulk of it. Deckard liked Amma. She was probably the only person on the planet other than his brother that he gave two shits about, and he wasn't going to let this perfect little ball of crazy and sexy get away or, perhaps, slip a knife between his ribs in a fit of pique.
At her question, Deckard shook his head. "Won't have to be forever if you don't want to. Eventually, you'll be my hot, still too young for me but probably not illegal girlfriend." He smirked. "I might miss you calling me 'Daddy', though, just so's you know."
When she moved onto his lap and he saw her gravitate towards his suggestion, he smiled. He might need rest and recuperation, but he'd be damned if a good fucking wouldn't go a long way to making him feel better, too. As offered, he began to rub Amma's mound through her sodden shorts, then looked up. "You especially fond of these clothes, darling?"
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Date: 2016-12-08 01:29 am (UTC)"But then we can be like, seen in public and go places." Not that they hid all the time, but they played things low key for obvious safety reasons.
Knowing full well that he could afford to replace said clothes, she shook her head, a look of calming from his touch appearing on her face. "Nope. I'm more fond of you touching my pussy, daddy. You wanna kiss it?"
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Date: 2016-12-09 07:58 pm (UTC)On that very subject,Amma relieved him of any worries about the sodden things she was currently wearing. "Yes, sweetheart. Kiss it. Touch it. Finger it. Fill it with my cock. Sound like a plan?" Deckard asked as he proceeded to shred anything she was left wearing into dripping rags which he tossed at the bathroom wastebasket.
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Date: 2016-12-21 08:34 pm (UTC)She laughed since wet didn't mean they were now trash, but didn't say anything. She was about to let him do whatever he wanted so long as it made him feel better. Standing in front of him completely wet and naked had her smiling to him. One of her slender hands went down to begin touching herself as she watched him, looking him over like he was some prey to be had.
"Stay still, daddy." She smiled, knowing he had some leeway to lean back and stay in the tub. There was space behind him on the tile for her step up and carefully kneel, avoiding his bad shoulder and bring her pussy to the forefront of his face. He'd need to turn a bit to face her, but she'd do what she could to get good and close to nearly be sitting on his mouth. "Give it a lick, daddy."
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Date: 2016-12-21 11:55 pm (UTC)His little girl really was a marvel. Needy and naive on one hand, feral and possessive on the other. And always, always a smouldering ember of sexual heat just waiting to be fanned into a flame. Deckard counted himself a very lucky man indeed to have Amma.
And he was about to have her some more. He leaned back while he watched the now naked teenager clamber into position until she could leave her pussy hovering just above his mouth.
"I believe I will," Deckard drawled, then tilted his head to bring his tongue into contact with her slit. He lapped at her tiny sex with the flat of his tongue, warming her up after all the cooling water.
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Date: 2016-12-26 05:05 am (UTC)Amma smiled as he dove right on into eating her out. Her hands went to his sleek shaven head, allowing her better ability to pretty herself against him as she felt that tongue start to hit the right spots.
"Mmmm- daddy-" she purred, a thin and slender leg bending and curling around his neck to keep her steady. Her hips would move with his mouth, soon to grind against his tongue if he didn't take the lead away from her.
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Date: 2016-12-29 06:00 pm (UTC)The older man chuckled as he felt Amma's small, surprisingly strong hands clutch at his head while he dove into her tender pussy. For the moment, he didn't restrict her movements, instead enjoying the way she rolled her hips, trying to grind her little cunt against his mouth. All the easier to run his tongue over her close folds and to push it up into her entrance.
He gave a muffled groan of pleasure as he ate the girl out, an act he thoroughly enjoyed ever time he did it. One of Deckard's hands moved up onto Amma's small, tight ass cheeks to make sure she had enough support in case his efforts made it hard for her to stay balanced. The other snaked under until he could slip a finger into her tight entrance.