(Disney) Hard Wear
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salmon_pinkTitle: Hard Wear
Fandom: Disney (Wreck It Ralph/Atlantis: The Lost Empire)
Pairing: Calhoun/Helga
Rating: NC-17
Words: 426
Notes: Rough sex. For![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-community.gif)
100_women, prompt "blood".
Helga’s mouth tastes like whiskey and blood, and Calhoun smiles into the kiss. Gets her hands on Helga’s ass, squeezes her roughly, and Helga’s grunt buzzes against her lips. Pulling out of the kiss, and Helga shoves her backwards, hard enough that the back of Calhoun’s knees hit the bed and she falls against the mattress. Helga’s smirking, pulling her white vest off in one fluid movement that makes Calhoun’s eyes flash with hunger.
There’s empty bottles on the floor, Calhoun’s armour and Helga’s boots. Guns and knives lined up on the table because you don’t just drop decent hardware, but they have no such qualms about dropping each other. Calhoun’s shoulder hits Helga below the ribs, slams her back into the wall, and Helga gets her legs wrapped around Calhoun’s waist as soon as she straightens, hissing and pulling at her hair.
“Show me what you got, Sinclair,” Calhoun growls, and that gets her a grin that’s fucking wild, and the way Helga sucks on her tongue makes Calhoun’s hips buck impatiently. Spinning around and dropping Helga on the bed, following right behind, straddling her and pinning her wrists beside her head.
Of course, that doesn’t last long, and Helga gets one leg propped across the back of Calhoun’s thighs, flipping them over, and they run out of bed before they run out of momentum. Hitting the floor with a dull thud, pulling at each other’s clothes. Bras unhooked, underwear shoved down to their knees, and Calhoun groans when Helga reaches down and cups her pussy.
“So hot for me, Sergeant,” she smirks, and Calhoun shuts her up with a kiss, rubs her hand down Helga’s back and further, fingers running down the cleft of her ass. Crying out when Helga pushes down on her clit with her thumb, so damn good, and Calhoun grinds herself against those talented fingers.
Shifting until they’re positioned just right, and it doesn’t matter that Calhoun’s shoulder is jammed against the bed frame, that Helga’s arm is in an awkward position. Because they’ve got their hands between each other’s legs, working each other hard and insistent, and Helga’s fingers feel so right inside her. Helga’s cunt is so wet for her, slippery heat that feels perfect, and Calhoun blinks sweat from her eyes and rolls her hips. Free hands gripping and scratching and pulling wherever they can reach, teeth digging into skin, and that taste of blood is always going to remind her of Helga now, of long legs and blonde hair and the best fuck she’s ever had.
Fandom: Disney (Wreck It Ralph/Atlantis: The Lost Empire)
Pairing: Calhoun/Helga
Rating: NC-17
Words: 426
Notes: Rough sex. For
100_women, prompt "blood".Helga’s mouth tastes like whiskey and blood, and Calhoun smiles into the kiss. Gets her hands on Helga’s ass, squeezes her roughly, and Helga’s grunt buzzes against her lips. Pulling out of the kiss, and Helga shoves her backwards, hard enough that the back of Calhoun’s knees hit the bed and she falls against the mattress. Helga’s smirking, pulling her white vest off in one fluid movement that makes Calhoun’s eyes flash with hunger.
There’s empty bottles on the floor, Calhoun’s armour and Helga’s boots. Guns and knives lined up on the table because you don’t just drop decent hardware, but they have no such qualms about dropping each other. Calhoun’s shoulder hits Helga below the ribs, slams her back into the wall, and Helga gets her legs wrapped around Calhoun’s waist as soon as she straightens, hissing and pulling at her hair.
“Show me what you got, Sinclair,” Calhoun growls, and that gets her a grin that’s fucking wild, and the way Helga sucks on her tongue makes Calhoun’s hips buck impatiently. Spinning around and dropping Helga on the bed, following right behind, straddling her and pinning her wrists beside her head.
Of course, that doesn’t last long, and Helga gets one leg propped across the back of Calhoun’s thighs, flipping them over, and they run out of bed before they run out of momentum. Hitting the floor with a dull thud, pulling at each other’s clothes. Bras unhooked, underwear shoved down to their knees, and Calhoun groans when Helga reaches down and cups her pussy.
“So hot for me, Sergeant,” she smirks, and Calhoun shuts her up with a kiss, rubs her hand down Helga’s back and further, fingers running down the cleft of her ass. Crying out when Helga pushes down on her clit with her thumb, so damn good, and Calhoun grinds herself against those talented fingers.
Shifting until they’re positioned just right, and it doesn’t matter that Calhoun’s shoulder is jammed against the bed frame, that Helga’s arm is in an awkward position. Because they’ve got their hands between each other’s legs, working each other hard and insistent, and Helga’s fingers feel so right inside her. Helga’s cunt is so wet for her, slippery heat that feels perfect, and Calhoun blinks sweat from her eyes and rolls her hips. Free hands gripping and scratching and pulling wherever they can reach, teeth digging into skin, and that taste of blood is always going to remind her of Helga now, of long legs and blonde hair and the best fuck she’s ever had.
