#10 days of banquet
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indefinitesatellites · 2 months ago
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“Skin me alive as you unravel me. Eat me alive as I will live inside you.” / “I will eat you alive.”
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Aku mau kamu jadi hidangan perjamuan terakhirku.
Bibirmu akan jadi pembuka perjamuan teramat legit dan tak ada dua. Ranum pula semerah delima. Dari bibir ini, kata-kata manis nan sayang pernah terlontar; karenanya, kutinggalkan cium untuk terakhir kali.
Sepasang kelereng mata cokelat serupa kacang almon yang berkilau indah kamu siapkan sebagai kudapan di atas meja. Oh, mana mungkin aku takkan tergoda. Mata cantik ini cuma lihat aku satu-satunya dan abai pada pandangan yang bukan aku.
Luka hati yang mengucur deras di antara renggang hatimu mungkinlah anggur termanis yang pernah aku reguk. Duka, dengki, dan sukacitamu melebur jadi sebuah rasa yang pekat nan kompleks; kusambut kamu beserta gelap terangmu sepenuhnya.
Tapi, jiwamu adalah sajian utamanya. Pemeran paling dinanti malam ini. Suci, tak tersentuh, dan paling jujur. Sebab biar mata dan bibir bisa berbohong, jiwa tak pernah bisa sangkal apa yang sebenar-benarnya kamu ingin. Dan yang terpenting, milikku seutuhnya.
Lalu bagian favoritku, sekaligus penutup perjamuan epik ini, sebongkah jantung yang cuma berdetak pada suara dan sentuhanku, pun selalu menginginkanku penuh hasrat. Seperti aku yang akan selalu mendamba kamu. Aku sama saja sedang menyantap jantung sendiri.
To love is to be feasted upon. Kamu adalah hidangan perjamuan paling lezat.
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blended-ice · 2 months ago
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What if they made it a pair skate?
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sbnkalny · 8 months ago
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Video piracy is a crime is, the monster that knocked us into the concrete? what if they set up a 10-course all hummus banquet at my house
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flemingsfreckles · 2 months ago
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Heartbreak Girl
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Synopsis: You’re always the one picking up the pieces of your best friend when her relationship has rough patches. That’s what a best friend does, only you have a lot more feelings for Jessie than she knows.
Warnings: angsty, mentions of bad girlfriend, arguing, language
WC: 2.0k
A/N: italics in readers inner thoughts in case that isn’t super clear… I listened to old 5 seconds of summer music the other day, heartbreak girl came on, inspired this fic 🤷‍♀️ most likely leaving it as a single fic…
Seeing Jessie name on your phone always brought a smile to your face, the two of you had been friends since you were 10, growing up together, going to college just a few hours from each other, not to mention you had been in love with the woman since you knew what a crush was. Her face and name always put you in a good mood.
“Hiya!” You say, plopping down on the couch with your phone held up to your ear.
“Hey.” You can immediately detect the negativity in Jessie’s voice. She had been your best friend for years, you knew her as well as you knew yourself.
“What's up, are you okay? How was the banquet?” You remembered Jessie was supposed to have attended a banquet for her nomination for the Green Sport Award. You were a little surprised to be hearing from her at this hour assuming she’d still be out at the banquet or an after party of sorts.
“Uh.” You hear her breath shake before she composes herself. “It was nice, I got the award.”
Still noticing the defeated sound of her voice, you decide to pry gently at the topic. Confiding in you was something Jessie did often, you did the same to her. “You don’t sound like someone who just won an award, Jess what’s wrong?”
She doesn’t say anything for a moment, you’re not sure what to expect. The low rumble of her car fills in for her while you wait to hear what she has to say. “She didn’t show up.” Her voice is hushed, almost as if she didn’t want you to hear her say it.
“Ray?” You question, even though you knew you didn’t have to.
“Yeah, she said,” You hear Jessie sniffle before clearing her throat. “She said she’d be there, and I know she’s busy at her job but,” there’s silence on the other end of the phone before you hear Jessie clear her throat again, letting out a sigh. “This was important to me, she promised she’d be there.”
You set your phone in your lap, putting it on speaker as you rubbed your hands harshly into your face. Fuck, here we go again you thought to yourself. This wasn’t the first time you’ve had to sit and listen as Jessie’s heart was hurt by her girlfriend. You don’t know why she stayed, but she always did.
Ray had never been on your good side. She and Jessie met at a bar one night, immediately she tried to take the Canadian home with her. After Jessie had denied her multiple offers to go home with her, Ray finally suggested a date, joking that she’d “have to take her to dinner first before she got to the rest.” You expected that to be enough for Jessie to reject the date, but she still accepted. Ray had been late to their first date, and nearly every date since, and despite Jessie being a stickler for punctuality, she continued going on dates until one day she told you they were officially girlfriends and you thought someone ripped your heart out.
You can still remember the sinking feeling, the way your chest tightened as she told you they had made it official. The fake smile you threw across your face, trying to show your friend you were happy for her. Deep down you were devastated, when she left your house that afternoon, you had cried. Feeling only sorry for yourself, you’re the one who’s loved the woman for nearly a decade and haven’t been able to tell her.
You had always assumed they’d never work out, they weren’t compatible, and yet nearly 2 years later, Jessie was still putting up with her.
Jealousy was part of it, you never liked anyone who was interested in Jessie, but you couldn’t blame them. You found it hard to believe there was anyone in the world who wasn’t fully in love with her. She had the kindness of an angel, not to mention the adorable freckled covered face. Ray had been the only one you blatantly hated, her previous other girlfriends had been nice and at least respected her so you found no issue, other than the constant jealousy. Ray however, you couldn’t find anything you liked.
“I’m so sorry.” You truly were but in the moment you didn’t feel super sorry, you felt enraged toward Ray. “Congratulations by the way on the award, I didn’t say before.”
“It’s nothing.” Jessie says.
“It’s not nothing, you were excited about it last week, it’s a big deal.”
You shouldn’t meddle, you know you shouldn’t. That’s what you always told yourself, you weren’t going to get involved, it wasn’t your place to throw your own feelings onto her. It’s not her fault you loved her. She didn’t need something else to complicate things. This was her relationship, her life, she wanted this. But you couldn’t help yourself, after years of pining for her, you couldn’t handle seeing her being treated like this. “You deserve better Jessie.” I could give you better, you think to yourself.
“No, she didn’t mean it, she just got busy.” Jessie comes to Ray’s defense, you were so sick of her doing that.
“Stop making excuses for her! I’m so sick of seeing her hurt you and you just fucking go back to her. You’re smarter than that Jessie! But for some reason you let her hurt you again and again.” You’re shaking your hands in front of you as you shout at the phone.
You could practically picture Jessie in the car, dressed beautifully in a dress shirt and slacks. The way she spoke you imagined she had tear stained cheeks, probably tinted pink from crying. Her knuckles were probably slowly turning white as she gripped the wheel in frustration and disappointment. You also knew you’d still find her to be the most stunning woman you’ve ever seen. “It’s not that big of a deal, so what, she missed a small banquet, it’s really not her fault she had to work.”
Your rage finally boils over, unable to hold yourself back you let out the list of feelings you had always had towards Ray. “It’s not just a small banquet Jessie, how can you not see this?” You could hardly control your anger, not at Jessie but at Ray, for putting Jessie through this. “She’s missed so many things! Your first official game as Captain, your first game at Portland, she didn’t come to any of the Olympic Games, she hardly even called during that week Jessie! You would think with what you were handling, she would’ve checked on you! Where was she at the World Cup? Jessie, she doesn’t give a shit about what’s important to you! It may have been a small banquet but it was important to you, that’s all that should’ve mattered, she should’ve fucking been there!” I would’ve fucking been there! You don’t say it outloud but the thought crosses your mind.
“She’s just busy, she has work, and she-” Jessie tries her best to defend Ray to you. You couldn’t stand listening to her,you had spend enough nights listening to her, calming her down, justifying her feelings because her shitty girlfriend wouldn’t.
“I was busy too Jess! But guess what, I figured it out, I used my time off to come see you, watch you play on the biggest stages, I stayed up and talked with you when you didn’t know what to do in Paris, I knew how important those moments were for you, so I showed up because that’s what you do when you fucking love someone!” Oops.
You stare frozen across the room where your tv hung on the wall. You weren’t supposed to say that. Sure Jessie knew you loved her, you had been best friends for what felt like forever. You told each other you loved the other, but this felt different than how you normally said it. It was different.
Silence falls on the phone line between the two of you, the sound of nothing feeling more extreme after your yelling.
“You love me?”
Obviously, how can you not see that? You pushed your inner thoughts away before responding trying to mend your mistake. “Yeah, you’re my best friend of course I do.”
“I don’t think you meant it in a best friend way.” Jessie says under her breath.
Just tell her. The silly thought crosses your mind, to sit here and confess every tiny feeling you’d ever had for her. You can’t tell her, she’s not single, it’s not your place. You fiddled with your hands, bitting the nail of your thumb on your left hand. She deserves better, maybe I could be that better for her. Maybe she’d leave Ray. Or maybe it would ruin everything and I’ll lose her forever.
Jessie, fed up with your silence, decides to question you further. “Is that why you hate Ray? Are you just jealous of her?”
“No, god Jessie no! I hate her because she treats you like the scum of the earth! I don’t know how you don’t see it, you deserve someone who’s going to treat you like a priority, not a chore!” You pinch the bridge of your nose hard with your hand, eyes shut as if not being able to see will take away all your problems.
You hear Jessie click her tongue. “I should, I should go, I’m pulling into the driveway.” The driveway to her house, where her girlfriend was probably perched on the couch ready to make it up to her, either in the way of sex or buying her something. Those seemed to be the options Jessie usually got when Ray hurt her, a half assed apology on top of it all. She’d try and please Jessie, make her forgive her again just as she had numerous other times. You hated that she always forgave her.
“Jessie, wait.” You just want to explain, you want her to talk to you, not to Ray. You want her to know she doesn’t deserve to be forgotten or ignored, she deserves someone’s attention, she deserves someone who cares.
“I gotta go, I’ll, I’ll talk to you later, sorry for calling.” You hear the tone ending the call.
You flopped back onto the couch, not caring how hard your head hit the armrest.
Your eyes begin to burn as you try to blink through the blurry vision caused by welling tears. The blank ceiling above you providing nothing to distract you from the tightness building in your chest. She’s never going to talk to me again. Self deprecating thoughts began to swirl your mind. Why would she want to even be with me? I’m not enough for her. A sob finally makes its way up and out of your mouth before your hand quickly muffles it. There was no one around to hear it but you and you didn’t want to listen to your self deprecating. You’ve done this before, you’ve spent too many tears on her, too many hours trying to talk sense into her, only for her to go and get herself hurt again. Too many hours only for you to go and get yourself hurt again.
I’m done.
You grab your phone, through a haze of tears find Jessie’s name before sending her a text.
You: I’m done, I’m not interested in being the person who has to put you back together every time she fucks up and hurts you. I shouldn’t have to be your comfort person, that’s what a girlfriend is for.
You: Until you learn how to respect yourself enough to leave her, don’t contact me.
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milkbobatyun · 29 days ago
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the emperor's mistakes
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pairing: michael kaiser x reader
genre: angstober, events
summary: he let his anger get the better of him again and once more you were the one he directed his anger towards
word count: 968
C O N T E N T W A R N I N G : injury, implied abuse
a/n: for you @nfekwefdskldm cus you're such a big kaiser simp smh
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at the kitchen counter, a pile of steaming dishes in front of you as you sat, staring listlessly into the flickering flame, waiting for michael to come back. in the midst of the banquet sat a singular blue rose in its crystal vase—a flower michael had gotten you last week, to apologise for another fight the two of you had.
the old grandfather clock ticked away, steady like a heartbeat. it was almost 10, way past the time that michael normally came home. your hand itched to call him on your phone, but the memory of last time made your breath hitch in your throat. his fury echoed in your ears: “stop being such a busybody.”
he had come home after with fire burning in his eyes, screaming at you, his words blending into a blur of rage and hurtfulness. as if the verbal assault wasn’t enough to satisfy his anger, he had raised his hand against you. to this day, your cheek bore the scar where his ring had cut deeply into the flesh.
the flame flickered, throwing shadows that danced and taunted you across the walls. you couldn’t go to bed early, he expected you to greet him at the door after all. each second passed with a mix of fear and baited breath.
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you were about to doze off, the quiet ambience lulling you to sleep, when you heard the jangling of keys at the front door. 
sliding down the bar stool, you padded to the door, quietly greeting kaiser as he entered. but just one glance from him and your words died in your throat. his face was thunderous, frustration emulating from his visage. the look sent a shiver of fear down your spine, as you bowed your head and averted your eyes, shrinking into yourself to make yourself unnoticeable.
it was best if you didn’t anger him further tonight, yet no matter what you did, it seemed to tick him off even further.
he stalked past you wordlessly, slamming the door as he entered his study.
under your breath, you counted silently to 3 before you heard the tell-tale sign of kaiser’s anger. the muffled thuds of books falling to the floor, intertwined with the tingle of pens created a symphony of fury, conducted by the egoist himself.
sighing, you sat down on the large couch, hoping he would calm down soon. on the kitchen table, the food slowly grew cold.
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10 minutes, 20 minutes, half an hour passed before the house was finally silent again.
you gave yourself some time before taking in a deep breath and calming your jittering nerves. your worries were rational, no one knew what this wild beast would do in his fits of rage.
tentatively, you knocked on his door. once, twice, thrice. you called out his name, still no answer. you reached out a shaking hand, turning the cold doorknob, adrenaline coursing through your veins.
the chaos of scattered papers and pens, discarded paper weights and overturned chairs were strewn about the room, the remainder of a hurricane. in the eye of the storm, kaiser sat, slumped in his chair, his hands buried in his hair, quietly muttering words of german in anger.
hearing the door open, kaiser’s head shot up, frustration an ugly mask on his face.
“get out!” he roared, slamming his fist on the table. “get out! get out! get out!”
you were too slow for his liking, so he grabbed a nearby book, throwing it in your direction.
time seemed to slow, as you watched the heavy, bound book fly towards your face. pain exploded in bright hot bursts where the corner ripped through your skin, blood flowing freely down your temple.
surprise was etched on your face, as you reached out a trembling hand to your head, fingers staining with your blood. still in a state of white shock, you closed the door with a gentle click.
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the door locked away the wrath of kaiser’s anger, but it still echoed in the silence. the sting of the book had turned into a dull throbbing, a ghostly trail of rusted blood on your face.
stumbling into the bathroom, you caught a glimpse of yourself. how had the bright-eyed, cheerful you, turned into this life-less, pathetic ghost of a shell?
gently, you disinfected your wound, hissing at the singing pain that ran through you.
back in the living room, you lowered yourself onto the couch, exhaustion weighing you down. you were tired, you wanted to sleep. to rest. forever seemed like a long enough time.
you were tired of this relationship. you wanted to be free, but your tender heart and lovesick brain believed you could change him for the better. how naïve.
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when kaiser had calmed down from his fury, he began picking up the objects strewn around the room.
as he bent to pick down the book lying in front of the door, his fingers came away sticky and coated in blood. your blood.
guilt twisted and gnawed at his insides. once again, he had caused you pain. he was so weak-minded, every time anger consumed him like a flame, you were always the one to bear the brunt of his fury. the bitter taste of defeat was on his tongue.
 every time, he promised that he would do better, rein in the anger, but his temper always won. he was weak to anger, quick to give up. that was not the way an emperor should act.
it was also not the way an emperor should treat his empress, he thought bitterly. once again, his fury had caused you to be hurt. how could he make it up to you this time?
for once, he suspected that no matter how grand, how sincere his apologies were, it may never be enough.
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taglist (open): @leehanscorydora, @pastelmitzuki, @nfekwefdskldm
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∧,,,∧ ( ̳• · • ̳)  © curated with love by milkbobayun 2024 / づ ♡
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literaryvein-reblogs · 20 days ago
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When Franz Kafka had "Written Nothing"
24 December 1910. It is midnight, but since I have slept very well, that is an excuse only to the extent that by day I would have written nothing. The burning electric light, the silent house, the darkness outside, the last waking moments, they give me the right to write even if it be only the most miserable stuff. And this right I use hurriedly. That’s the person I am.
28 November 1911. Have written nothing for three days.
07 January 1912. If I should now, in the evening, return to my relatives, I shall, since I have written nothing that I could enjoy, not appear stranger, more despicable, more useless to them than I,do to myself.
25 February 1912. I have written nothing for so long because of having arranged an evening for Löwy in the banquet room of the Jewish Town Hall on 18 February, at which I delivered a little introductory lecture on Yiddish. For two weeks I worried for fear that I could not produce the lecture. On the evening before the lecture I suddenly succeeded.
09 March 1914. I have written nothing for a year, nor shall I be able to write anything in the future; in my head there is and remains the one single thought, and I am devoured by it.
03 November 1914. Since August, the fourth day on which I have written nothing. The letters are the cause of it; I ’ll try to write none at all or only very short ones.
20 December 1921. Undeniably, there is a certain joy in being able calmly to write down: ‘Suffocation is inconceivably horrible.’ Of course it is inconceivable that is why I have written nothing down.
And When He "Wrote Nothing"
31 January 1912. Wrote nothing.
01 June 1912. Wrote nothing.
07 June 1912. Bad. Wrote nothing today. Tomorrow no time.
10 August 1912. Wrote nothing. Was in the factory and breathed gas in the engine-room for two hours. The energy of the foreman and the stoker before the engine, which for some undiscoverable reason will not start. Miserable factory.
13 March 1915. Got up at nine o’clock. Didn’t go home for supper, nor to Max’s either, where there was a gathering tonight. Reasons: lack of appetite, fear of getting back late in the evening; but above all the thought that I wrote nothing yesterday, that I keep getting farther and farther from it, and am in danger of losing everything I have laboriously achieved these past six months.
Excerpts from "The diaries of Franz Kafka 1910-1923"
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afeelgoodblog · 2 years ago
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The Best News of Last Week - May 15, 2023
🧲 - Magnetic Marvels: Researchers Flip the Switch on Depression
1. New Zealand Government announces prescriptions charges will be free.
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The $5 prescription fee at pharmacies will be scrapped in July. This is set to save about 3 million people a year money, and in particular 770,000 people aged over 65. It will make most prescriptions in New Zealand free.
Free access to medicines is also hoped to ease pressure on the over-burdened health system by helping people get medicines sooner.
2. Platypuses return to Sydney's Royal National Park after disappearing for decades
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Platypuses have been relocated to the Royal National Park in Sydney, after they disappeared from the park's waterways about 50 years ago. A joint project by the University of New South Wales, NSW National Parks and Wildlife Service and the World Wildlife Fund has reintroduced five females to the Hacking River, with a group of males to follow next week.
3. 74-year-old musician Otis Taylor gets Denver high school diploma decades after being expelled for hair
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A musician who was expelled from a Denver high school over 50 years ago received his diploma. Otis Taylor was kicked out of Manual High School in 1966 because of his hair. This was decades before laws ending racial hair discrimination. Denver Public Schools wanted to right a wrong.
4. Researchers treat depression by reversing brain signals traveling the wrong way (with magnets)
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A new study led by Stanford Medicine researchers is the first to reveal how magnetic stimulation treats severe depression: by correcting the abnormal flow of brain signals. Powerful magnetic pulses applied to the scalp to stimulate the brain can bring fast relief to many severely depressed patients for whom standard treatments have failed.
The FDA-cleared treatment, known as Stanford neuromodulation therapy, incorporates advanced imaging technologies to guide stimulation with high-dose patterns of magnetic pulses that can modify brain activity related to major depression. Compared with traditional TMS, which requires daily sessions over several weeks or months, SNT works on an accelerated timeline of 10 sessions each day for just five days.
5. Electricity generation through solar, wind and water exceeded total demand in mainland Spain on Tuesday, a pattern that will be repeated more and more in the future
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The Spanish power grid on Tuesday tasted an appetizer of the renewable energy banquet that is expected to flourish in the coming years. For nine hours, between 10 a.m. and 7 p.m., the generation of green electricity was more than enough to cover 100% of Spanish peninsular demand, a milestone that had already been reached on previous occasions, but not for such a prolonged period.
6. RI Senate passes bill making lunch free at all public schools
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Free lunch for all public school students in Rhode Island is one step closer to becoming a reality.
Tuesday night the Rhode Island Senate overwhelmingly passed a bill by a vote of 31-4 that would do just that. If the companion bill in the House were to pass, that takes effect July 1. The bill would make breakfast and lunch free for all public school students in the state, regardless of their household income.
7. Critically endangered red wolf pups born at North Carolina Zoo
The North Carolina Zoo in Asheboro celebrated the arrival of “not one but TWO litters” of the world’s most endangered wolf – the red wolf – in late April and early May.
A total of nine pups were born – three to parents Marsh and Roan, and six to Denali and May – the zoo announced on May 9.
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collegetennisoriginstory · 2 months ago
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Hi Allie, do you still have 10 chapters planned for CT:OS, and does that include the prologue (+ an epilogue if there will be one)? I tried searching for the answer but Tumblr search didn't come up with much except a post from a year ago, so I wasn't sure if your answer was still the same.
Ah you're right I should do an updated detailed post on ko-fi/tumblr soon, maybe after i finish the extra G scene.
But here's my general updated plan/outline:
Chap 6:
3 weeks leading up to the doubles tournament, slightly more condensed/short and sharp, with midterms and matches. I think it'll be a good switch up in pace to see your MC in their routine/settling unto life at Cargill (and living the consequences of previous choices).
G hang out scene
Convo / commitment to Tobin, Rayyan, G if not yet committed to Sam or Tobin
Chap 7
NCAO Doubles Championships (bus ride, hotel stay, big match)
See Sam briefly!
Chap 8:
Big match
Thanksgiving/fall break (G can be invited home, Sam will be home too)
Prep for the photography exhibition if in the club (+group project sesh w G)
Chap 9:
Finals week
Winter break (short vignettes of visiting either Rayyan/Tobin/G or chilling back home with Sam)
Back to school & chance to overtake Deepal or Tobin for No. 2 or 3 on the line-up
Chap 10:
Big match (potential injury)
Some snow day shenanigans
Chap 11:
Thinking of moving the Sam UCLA visit here - havent quite sorted this part out yet
Chap 12:
Another time skip, midterms
Some spring break shenanigans
Match that decides conference standings / whether Cargill makes it to round of 16 in the NCAO championships
Chap 13:
Quarter finals NCAO championship match
Finals week
"The talk" with G if romanced
Chap 14:
Travel for semis and finals
Championship Matches(!) Including Sam, and G (if romanced)
Epilogue
Athletes' dinner/banquet after (with awards & speeches)
Vignette of summer break
I'm really going to have to tighten up the writing and start WRITING LESS.
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so around the start of the summer I ate literally as much as my body could possibly handle every day, every meal. I got in the habit of gorging myself until I could hardly breathe, could not stand or sit or even lay down comfortably, and my belly was aching. I couldn’t even sleep, nor could I really do much of anything but sit there helplessly and gasp or groan at how big I’d gotten, and how full I’d become. This was exactly what I wanted.
I was consuming between 7000-12000 calories a day during this time. This lasted about 2 months or so, maybe 10 weeks. I rarely took a break, and this had…intense consequences on my capacity. I routinely ate things like: entire family sized dinner portions for each component(vegetables, starches, meats). Family sized fast food meal deals(usually about 5 combos worth). 7-8 combos from various fast food places(usually their entire menu). Party sized or tailgater tray offerings from restaurants(usually enough for 10-15 people).
I cannot become full now. No matter what I do, if I’m not eating literally family sized portions, I’m not filled. I can become comfortably satiated after 3-4 meals at once, but my belly constantly yearns for more.
I finally have started experiencing some of the crazy ‘feedism fantasy’ tropes I thought weren’t real (or at least greatly exaggerated due to ya know…writing lol). Things like
I literally can get hunger pangs WHILE MY STOMACH HAS A REASONABLE AMOUNT OF FOOD INSIDE. I’m talking I’ve already eaten a heavy plate that is literally 3-4lbs of food. Gone. Inside me. But my belly has the NERVE to growl around it and demand more food.
Sometimes I become anxious when the only amount of food available to me is a normal serving size (this is honestly the hottest. I’m talking whiny, worried, needy feelings because I only got enough food for 1 person.)
i crave eating 24/7, or for long periods. I catch myself daydreaming about sitting down with enough food for a large gathering, and stuffing it all inside myself for literal hours. I’m not kidding, I want to eat for 6-8 hours straight of almost nonstop consumption. I just want to sit down, lean back with my gut supported by my lap or my couch, and stuff it so completely full. I would prefer if my primary activity for the day was eating.
hunger and arousal are now so completely linked I almost cannot experience one without the other…which means I’m hungry and horny pretty much unceasingly. Constantly my mind goes back to sex and eating. I’m literally just daydreaming in the background about when I will get to open my mouth next.
I’ve now eaten many of the feeding fantasy portions. Family meals, party trays, entire cakes, multiple entire pizzas, entire trays of baked goods, entire boxes of cakes, a box of donuts, entire pies, and generally levels of excess that I can only describe as obscene.
This has caused me to really fatten up. I gained 40 or so lbs from the end of March to the middle of July. I also happened to do this without an encouraging, physical, coercive or forceful feeder, which means if I were to have these (what I desperately crave), I imagine I would reach new capacity heights. I primarily eat for fullness. I love that food drunk fullness feeling where my entire body stops functioning properly. I love feeling like all I can literally do is let my belly do its thing and process all the food I gave it. I’m desperate for it. I constantly crave it. The weight gain is an unintentional but welcomed side effect of my incessant gorging.
I cannot wait for my next opportunity. I have so many ideas. Will I finally try 3 pizzas? Will I try to eat more foot longs than I am tall? Will I make myself an entire family banquet and then greedily try and eat it myself? I need to do it soon. I can’t keep eating enough for 6-7 people each day…I need more, and I need it all at once.
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girlg3n1us · 7 months ago
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𝜗𝜚 Yours and Abby's Wedding Day Headcanons
tags: nsfw, abby x fem!reader, dom!abby x sub!reader
— Abby proposed to you at the most unexpected moment: she asked you to take a picture of a beautiful landscape on her phone. While you were looking for an angle, she got down on one knee behind you and took out a velvet box with a gold ring from her pocket. When you turned around, the smile fell off your face."Will you marry me?" She said it almost in a whisper.You started crying and nodding. She laughed and hugged you, kissing you on the forehead. You were incredibly happy.
— the preparation for the wedding was very long: it was necessary to choose a dress, a suit, a banquet hall, raise money and so on, but you and Abby coped with all this in 4 months
— when Abby saw you in a wedding dress with a bouquet in her hands, she just stared at you for another 40 seconds and was shocked by your beauty
— at the registry office, the registrar did not even have time to say: "Exchange kisses", as Abby already held your face in her palms and kissed you to the stormy screams of your relatives and guests
— when it was time for the first dance, she constantly stumbled over the train of your dress and cursed in a whisper. Her only comfort was stroking your waist and inhaling your scent to somehow quench her ardor.
— she would give her piece of wedding cake to you because "I have to go to the gym tomorrow, I have to be in shape"
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— when your wedding night was just beginning, she untied the corset from your dress for half a year, sighing every 10-15 seconds
— "if you feel uncomfortable or hurt, then be sure to tell me, okay, baby?"
— hearing your every sob, she worries and stops. Continues only after making sure that everything is in order
— "That's it... You're such a clever.. come on...a little more...you can—shit—...do it..."
—runs in a circular motion over your clit, kissing your neck
—uses a brand new strap. Moves slowly, but speeds up over time
—"no, no, no, babe... do not close your eyes... I want to see how good you feelinʼ"
—do it in a missionary position
—Abby drips some cold champagne from the wedding feast on your chest and licks it off your breasts and nipples.
— after you both reach the edge, she will hug you for a long time, kissing your face.
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heey! it's me again. actually, it's not my first work but I decided that posting it would be the best solution. I hope you'll love it 𔘓
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Kinktober Day 10 - Aphrodisiac
Brother Imperator x Succubus!Reader
He’s newly appointed to the Ministry as head honcho, the man who makes all the decisions. You love a man in power thanks to the Dark One, especially when they try to resist your powers as much as the good Brother does.
Masterlist ⛧ Kinktober 2024 Masterlist
Words: 7.7k.
Reading Time: 32 min.
Warnings: clothed man/naked woman, cunnilingus, degradation, face sitting, mentions of exhibitionism, mentions of public sex, multiple orgasms, predator/prey, plus size!reader, PIV sex, praise kink, public sex, unprotected sex, vaginal sex
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🔞 MDNI 🔞
Inspired by Trust In Me from the Jungle Book. This was almost a self insert and I’m not even sorry about it. Big bitches rise!
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The glint of his grucifix was what first caught your eye, a shimmering beacon in the dim candlelight, pulling you from the shadows like a moth to a flame. You lingered in the hallway, concealed by darkness, watching the faithful sheep wander through the sacred space. The whispers of prayers and hymns filled the air, but all you could hear was the sinful pulse beneath their dark piety.
Your nostrils flared, taking in the scent of them—sex. The intoxicating musk of sweat and arousal clung to the congregation like a second skin. The lingering essence of their pleasure radiated off them, mixing with the incense that swirled lazily through the air. They reeked of it, their bodies pulsing with the afterglow of indulgence. The lightness in their steps betrayed how recently they had succumbed to their primal urges, fucking each other senseless in secret corners. You could hear them down in the dark basements, bouncing, and licking, and sucking and fucking, and screaming.
They were a quick meal—easy prey. You could snatch one of these writhing souls from the flock, drain them in the shadows, and be done with it. Their release would fill you, but it would fade soon after, leaving you hollow and hungry once again.
But the glint of his grucifix… it kept you anchored, drawing your eyes like a predator watching its prey. The two rubies clasping his blazer, blood-red and shimmering, held your gaze. And then there was the cross itself, pure diamond, gleaming with such sacred light it almost made your skin crawl. Almost.
You inhaled again, deeper this time, letting your senses stretch toward him. Him—his scent was different. Stale. Not a drop of sex clung to him. He hadn’t fucked in months. Not even a stolen touch to himself in the dark. The absence of lust around him made the tension in his body palpable, like an overripe fruit begging to be split open. His chastity, however voluntary, was a brittle mask, hiding the pent-up desires that pulsed beneath the surface.
A wicked smile curved your lips. Perfect.
All that caged need, that desperate yearning, it would make him so easy to seduce. His innocence, brittle as glass, would shatter beneath your touch. And the feast he’d give you… oh, you could taste it already. One deep, throbbing release from him would be worth more than a hundred fleeting climaxes from the rest of these sheep. You could already imagine the richness of his pleasure flooding your senses, satisfying you for months.
Your core stirred, a dark, hungry ache that bloomed within you. The thought of him between your legs, spreading him out like a banquet for you to devour—it made you shudder with anticipation. You could already see it. His body trembling under your touch, his breath quickening as you led him to the edge, until he begged you to push him over. His moans, thick with desperation, would echo through the hallowed halls, smothered by the walls that pretended to guard against sin.
And when you were done, when he had spilled everything he had, you’d consume him, leave him nothing more than bones on silk, a hollow shell of the man he once was.
Your hunger twisted inside you, fierce and demanding. The thrill of corrupting someone so pure, of taking that untouched lust and turning it into your feast, was nearly overwhelming. The thought of how his soul would tremble at the touch of your fingers, how his body would shudder in betrayal as it succumbed to your dark allure, was enough to make you nearly lose control.
You stepped forward, letting your power unfurl in the air, thickening it with lust, with an aphrodisiacic pull. He wouldn’t stand a chance. His eyes would widen, lips parting in unconscious longing, as you reached him. The sacred cross dangling against his chest would flicker with a unholy light, but it wouldn’t protect him. Not from you.
Slowly, you’d let your lips curve into a sweet, almost innocent smile—an invitation cloaked in desire. His knees would buckle, his resolve cracking under the weight of your allure. He would fight it, of course. For a moment. They always do. But that glint of fear in his eyes would melt away into submission, and when it did, you would descend on him like a predator that had waited far too long.
And oh, the sound he’d make when he finally gave in…
Sweet agony.
Your fingers twitched in anticipation. Tonight, you would feast.
You followed him, footsteps soundless as a shadow, your form gliding through the dim corridors like a predator on the prowl. He moved ahead, oblivious to the danger that trailed him—a lamb on its way to slaughter. The flickering candlelight cast long shadows along the stone walls, but not a single one betrayed your presence. The world around you didn’t stir, didn’t bat an eyelid to the demonic sister who crept behind their beloved leader, with hunger gnawing at her stomach and arousal pulsing deep within her core.
Your eyes never left him. Each step he took, each slight shift in his posture, was a symphony to your sharpened senses. His breath, though steady, carried an edge of tension, his body taut under the weight of devotion and years of unrelenting denial. But it wouldn’t be long now. You could already taste the fear that clung to him, faint and delicate, like the first drops of blood in the water.
He entered a small chapel off the main hall, the heavy door creaking as it closed behind him. You paused just outside, leaning against the cold stone, savoring the moment. Your tongue flicked over your lips. This was it. No escape.
Pushing the door open with a barely audible click, you slipped inside, the air in the room thick with the stifling scent of incense and the oppressive weight of sanctity. He knelt at the altar, his back to you, oblivious to the darkness that had followed him in. His head was bowed in prayer, the low murmur of his voice sending a tremor of something delicious down your spine. The grucifix around his neck gleamed faintly in the candlelight, a last desperate symbol of his faith.
He had no idea what was coming.
A quick scan of his mind revealed the woman he would worship. The image was vivid—plump and round, with thick thighs that could crush him, a waist wide and inviting, hips that swayed like a promise. Breasts so full and heavy that they spilled through grasping fingers, too much for him to hold, too much for him to handle. But it was exactly what he wanted, what he fantasized about in those dark, lonely moments when his mind wandered and his hand wrapped around his cock.
Your body rippled like liquid beneath your skin, your form bending and twisting, giving way to his fantasy. The change was smooth, subtle at first, and then unmistakable. Your hips widened, stretching the fabric of your robe as your thighs thickened, curving into the soft, inviting shape that had danced in his most sinful dreams. The fabric magically stretching with you, your waist becoming fuller, your breasts heavy and plump, swelling beneath the layers of cloth until they were too much to be contained.
The soft sound of your footsteps was swallowed by the stillness of the room, but he must have sensed something—an unearthly presence lingering just behind him. His body stiffened, the rhythmic murmur of his prayer faltering for just a moment. You stopped, standing over him, your shadow looming tall and dark against the stone floor.
“Who’s there?” His voice was steady, though you could hear the faint tremor beneath it. Fear, like a sweet perfume.
You smiled, the curve of your lips hidden by the hood of your cloak. “Brother Imperator,” you purred, your voice a velvet caress, dripping with a subtle seduction that made the air around you hum. “Do you not recognize your own flock?”
He turned his head slowly, his brow furrowing in confusion. The dim light caught your face, the faintest glimmer of something… wrong. Something predatory. His breath hitched as his eyes met yours, the weight of your gaze enough to make him swallow thickly. “Sister…?” His voice faltered, uncertainty slipping in.
You let out a soft, breathy laugh, stepping closer, your body towering over his as he remained kneeling. “You look troubled, Brother,” you murmured, the edges of your words tinged with mockery, though laced with a sweetness that made his cheeks flush. “Perhaps your prayers have gone unanswered?”
His lips parted, and you saw the faint glisten of his tongue, almost tasting the nerves that danced across it. You crouched beside him, your face now level with his, the dark fabric of your habit barely concealing the otherworldly hunger in your eyes.
He tried to stand, to pull away, but your hand was already there, fingers curling gently around his wrist—too gentle, too soft for the grip that sent his heart racing. “Don’t be afraid,” you whispered, your lips close to his ear now, your breath warm against his skin. “You’ve been so good… so pious… but I see the longing in you, Brother.” You tightened your grip just slightly, your touch a mixture of promise and threat.
“D-did Lord Lucifer send you?” He asked, hope in his eyes of a reward for his hard work.
No, Lord Lucifer did not send you… but he didn’t need to know that.
“Oh, yes!” you lied. “He delivered me unto you personally - to thank you for your service to Him.” You reached your hand up to stroke his face, the smooth jawline felt like velvet beneath the back of your hand. You allowed your thumb to catch on his enticing pink lips. “Would you let me bestow His gift upon you?”
You could take him by force, use his body as you wanted. You had the power. But the consent made your meal sweeter, far more succulent. The enthusiasm they’d throw your way made it taste that much more delectable.
His lips parted in a soft gasp as your thumb grazed across them, his breath trembling beneath the weight of your touch. The hope in his eyes was almost too sweet, too innocent, a deer in the jaws of a tigress. His gaze flickered with something between fear and excitement, the very idea that Lord Lucifer had personally rewarded him setting his mind alight. The heat radiating from him was palpable, his resolve slipping further with every second your fingers lingered on his skin.
“I…” His voice was weak, trembling with the weight of temptation. You could feel the hesitation, the vestiges of his piety clinging to him like a threadbare cloak. His lips brushed your thumb as he spoke again, softer this time, his words barely a whisper. “I would be… honoured.”
Your smile widened, a dark, sultry curve, as you let your hand slide from his lips to his neck, fingers tracing the line of his pulse—fast, frantic beneath the thin veneer of control he still tried to maintain. His blood sang with a hunger he was too afraid to name, but you could feel it, smell it in the air around him. It was intoxicating.
“That’s what I wanted to hear, Brother.” You purred, voice laced with sweet venom. You took a slow step closer, your body brushing against his in the dim light of the chapel. He inhaled sharply, his composure unraveling as you pressed against him, your presence a tangible force that enveloped him, pulling him deeper into your thrall.
His eyes flickered down, catching the faint curve of your body beneath the dark fabric of your robes. His breath stuttered again, a flush creeping across his face as his fingers twitched at his sides. He wanted to touch you, wanted to lose himself in you.
You leaned closer, lips brushing against his ear as you spoke. “I can feel it, you know… your need. You’ve worked so hard for Him. And now you deserve to be rewarded.” The lie rolled from your tongue so easily, dripping with sin as you let your other hand wander down his chest, feeling the shudder that rippled through him at your touch. His body tensed beneath your fingertips, but he didn’t pull away. He didn’t want to.
“Yes…” His voice was faint now, nothing more than a breath, a surrender.
You turned his face to yours, gently, like one might guide a lamb to slaughter. His wide eyes, filled with nervous anticipation, met your own, and you could feel the last remnants of his resistance crumbling like dust. He was yours now—completely.
His lips parted again as you leaned in, your breath ghosting over his skin, the tension between you palpable, electric. His heart pounded beneath your palm, his pulse quickening with each passing second. The hunger in your core twisted, urging you to take him, to devour him whole.
But you waited.
“Do you want this?” you asked softly, your lips hovering just inches from his. The question was unnecessary—you could already feel his answer in the way his body trembled, in the heat radiating off him. But hearing it would make it all the sweeter.
He swallowed hard, his voice shaky, uncertain, but filled with an eagerness he could no longer hide. “Yes… please…”
And there it was—the moment of consent, the breaking of his will. The words tumbled from his lips like an offering, and you could practically taste the sweetness of it.
Your smile deepened, dark and victorious, as you finally closed the gap between you, your lips brushing his in a kiss that was both soft and demanding. His breath hitched, and for a moment, he hesitated, his body frozen in shock. But then his lips parted, and he surrendered completely, melting into your touch, into the wicked promise you offered him.
The kiss deepened, and you let your power flow through him, subtle at first, a slow, creeping warmth that spread through his veins. His hands, once trembling at his sides, finally rose, fingers brushing against your waist, hesitant but needy. He groaned softly, the sound vibrating against your lips as he pressed closer, his body betraying him in the most delicious way. His erection grew rapidly, the feel of your soft body beneath his fingertips and the addicting way you kissed made him give over to you so easily it was almost pathetic.
You pulled away just enough to speak, your voice a low, sultry whisper that made his heart race. “Good boy… let go. Let me show you what true devotion feels like.”
You felt his body respond in kind, a shudder running through him as your words curled around his mind like a serpent, squeezing out the last drops of resistance. His erection pressed against you, desperate and needy, as though his very soul had been waiting for this moment, for the permission to surrender completely.
Your lips brushed against his again, teasing, barely giving him what he craved. “You’ve been so good,” you murmured, your breath warm against his skin, sending a ripple of desire through his entire body. “So devout. Let me reward you properly.”
He moaned softly, a sound that reverberated through his chest, and you could feel the heat radiating from him now, his body a furnace of pent-up lust and unfulfilled desire. His hands, once hesitant, now gripped at your waist, pulling you closer, his hips twitching forward in desperate need for friction, for release. It was almost pathetic, the way he melted under your touch, so easy, so malleable.
You chuckled, low and wicked, your lips ghosting over his neck now, leaving a trail of heat in their wake. The scent of his arousal filled the air, mixing with the incense, and your hunger surged. His body, so tightly wound, begged for release—release only you could give.
Your hand slid down between your bodies, pressing against the hardness straining beneath his jeans. He gasped, his body jerking against yours, his breath coming out in ragged pants as you teased him, fingers dancing over his length with a delicate touch. “Feel that?” you whispered against his ear, your voice dark and laced with cruelty. “That’s what you’ve been denying yourself. All this time, fighting your desires… for what? For Him?”
He whimpered, his body trembling under your touch. His eyes fluttered shut, his lips parted, but no words came out—just the sound of his breath, shallow and ragged, as you continued to torment him. His hands tightened on your waist, fingers digging into your flesh as if he were afraid to let go, afraid you would leave him hanging on the edge of this delicious torment.
You leaned in closer, pressing your body fully against his now, your mouth hovering just inches from his ear. “You’ve served Him so well,” you whispered, your lips brushing against the sensitive skin of his neck, feeling the pulse beneath it quicken. “But now it’s time to serve yourself.”
His head fell back, a low moan escaping his lips as your fingers closed more firmly around his length, stroking him through the thick fabric of his jeans. You could feel him trembling, could hear the soft, pleading sounds that escaped his throat, and it sent a thrill through you. So needy. So easy.
You freed him, undoing the button and the zip and letting his thick length out of its cage. His cock was beautiful, long and girthy, with the precum glistening against the head, tantalising and teasing you.
“Look at you,” you purred, your fingers teasing him with slow, deliberate strokes, your lips grazing his throat. “Such a good little servant. So desperate to please.” His body jerked in response, his hips pressing up against your hand as you continued to stroke him. “Tell me, Brother… what would you do for me?”
He swallowed hard, his breath hitching as he tried to find his voice. “A-anything,” he gasped, his voice barely a whisper. “Anything you want… just… please…”
You smiled darkly, your eyes gleaming with satisfaction. His submission was perfect, total. He had fallen into your trap with such ease, so eager to give up everything, to be consumed by you.
Slowly, you pulled away, watching with dark delight as his eyes snapped open in shock, the sudden loss of your touch making him whimper in protest. His erection red and angry, his breath coming in short, desperate gasps as he stared at you with wide, pleading eyes.
“You want more, don’t you?” you asked, your voice dripping with sweet mockery. His nod was frantic, his body shaking with need, but you weren’t ready to give it to him yet. Not until he was completely yours.
“You have to ask for it,” you whispered, leaning in just enough for him to feel your breath on his lips. “Beg me.”
He hesitated, his pride warring with his desire for only a moment before he gave in completely, his eyes dropping to the floor as he whimpered, “Please… please, I need you. I need it so badly.”
Your smile widened, triumphant and wicked. Perfect.
You took a step back and stripped yourself of your veil and habit, with no underwear underneath, you were fully exposed to him and his hungry eyes.
His eyes widened as you stood before him, fully revealed, the dim light casting shadows over your body in a way that only accentuated your inhuman allure. His breath hitched, eyes hungrily drinking in the sight of you.
You tilted your head, your lips curling into a dark, seductive smile as you watched him. The devout Brother, the leader of the Ministry, Satan’s favourite son, was now nothing more than a quivering, desperate man, wholly in your thrall.
He swallowed hard, his gaze darting between your eyes and the rest of your body, his erection still painfully obvious even after the release you had granted him. It wasn’t enough. He was far from sated.
You stepped forward, your hand reaching out to gently brush the side of his face. He trembled beneath your touch, his skin warm, his pulse racing beneath your fingertips. “Don’t worry,” you whispered, your voice soft but laced with danger. “I’m going to give you exactly what you deserve. All you have to do… is worship me.”
His breath caught, his lips parting, and you saw the flicker of hesitation in his eyes—the last vestiges of guilt, of fear, before they were swept away by the force of his need. He nodded, barely able to form the words as his voice cracked. “Yes… I’ll worship you.”
A soft chuckle escaped your lips as you tilted his chin up, forcing him to look at you. “Good. On your knees.”
He dropped without hesitation, the weight of his desire pulling him down like a stone into the abyss. His hands reached out instinctively, trembling as they hovered near your thighs, but he didn’t dare touch you—yet. Not until you gave the command. His eyes were wide, almost pleading, as he stared up at you.
You stepped closer, letting your fingers trail through his hair, tugging gently as you forced his head back to meet your gaze. The sight of him, kneeling at your feet, was intoxicating—delicious in its submission. “You know what to do,” you purred, your hand tightening slightly in his hair. “Make me feel how much you need this.”
His breath trembled as he leaned in, pressing tentative kisses along the inside of your thigh, his lips soft and reverent as though he were worshipping a holy relic. But this was no act of piety—this was pure, carnal desperation. His hands finally settled on your hips, his fingers digging in just enough to ground himself as he moved higher, his lips tracing a burning path up your body.
A shiver of pleasure ran through you as his lips neared your core, his breath warm and ragged against your skin. You let out a soft sigh of approval, your fingers tightening in his hair as you guided him closer, demanding more.
“Good boy,” you murmured, your voice low and dangerous. “Don’t stop.”
With a whimper of submission, he obeyed, his mouth moving between your legs with an eagerness that bordered on frantic. The heat of his breath, the desperation in every flick of his tongue—it was almost too much, and yet not enough. You could feel the power building between you, every drop of his devotion feeding into your hunger, making your desire grow more intense, more ravenous.
You rolled your hips against his face, the sharp sting of pleasure making your body hum with delight as you let yourself fall into the moment, letting him give you exactly what you wanted. His moans were muffled against your flesh, and the vibrations sent shocks of pleasure through your body as you gripped his hair tighter, forcing him to keep going, to give you everything.
You moaned. “Lie on the floor.”
He pulled off you quickly, obeying immediately. He watched from the ground as you lowered yourself over him, hovering above his face before sitting on it entirely.
As you lowered yourself onto his face, your thighs framing him, you felt the desperate pull of his hands gripping your hips, guiding you down onto him like a man starved. His mouth latched onto you with fervor, and the way his tongue moved, eager and reckless, sent a bolt of pleasure straight through you.
His groans were muffled against your skin, each one sending delicious vibrations deep into your core. You leaned back, your hands braced against your thighs as you rode his face, grinding against his mouth, feeling the sharp edge of his teeth grazing against you with each desperate flick of his tongue.
He was so eager, so hungry. You couldn’t help but let out a moan, a low, satisfied sound that echoed off the chapel walls. The thrill of it all—this filthy act in such a sacred place, however inviting it was, the power you had over him—made the pleasure all the more intense. He wasn’t just a man beneath you anymore; he was yours, completely, utterly devoted, worshiping you as though you were the goddess he had never known he needed.
“You’ve done so well,” you purred, grinding harder against his face, your voice dripping with dark affection. “But I’m not finished with you yet.”
His body jolted, a soft, muffled whimper escaping him, but he didn’t stop. If anything, his pace quickened, his tongue delving deeper, licking and sucking with wild, unrestrained devotion. You could feel the tension building in your core, that sweet, unbearable pressure mounting as you rolled your hips, your pace becoming erratic as you chased your release.
With a gasp, your head fell back, eyes fluttering shut as your fingers tangled in his hair, pulling him tighter against you. His muffled groans of desperation only spurred you on, pushing you closer and closer to the brink.
“Yes… just like that…” you moaned, your voice barely more than a breathless whisper. “Don’t stop. You’re mine now… all mine.”
And as the climax hit you, your body convulsing in a violent wave of ecstasy, you felt the power of it surge through you, your very essence pulling from his submission, his devotion, his soul. He was shaking beneath you, gasping for breath as you rode him through the peak of your pleasure, leaving nothing behind for him to hold on to.
Finally, with a satisfied sigh, you lifted yourself from his face, gazing down at him. His chest heaved, his eyes half-lidded, dazed and spent, his lips still glistening with your release.
You stood up slowly, your legs shaky with the lingering pleasure of your climax, but you weren’t done with him yet. Not by a long shot. The chapel floor was cold beneath your feet, but you didn’t feel it—your skin still buzzing with the heat of his devotion, with the power you had over him.
You gazed down at him, his chest rising and falling rapidly as he lay there, spent and trembling from his efforts. His lips were swollen, his face flushed, and his eyes half-lidded with lust. Yet, despite how exhausted he looked, his cock still stood painfully erect, a testament to just how much he wanted you—how much more he still had to give.
Your lips curled into a wicked smile as you placed one foot on either side of his hips, standing over him, your body fully exposed to his ravenous gaze. His eyes widened as he stared up at you, helpless and needy, his hands twitching at his sides as if he wanted to reach for you but didn’t dare.
“Look at you,” you purred, lowering yourself just enough to let him feel your heat hovering above his aching length. “So desperate for me. Do you even know how pathetic you look right now?”
He whimpered softly, his eyes pleading, and the sound sent a thrill through you. You reached down and gripped his cock, feeling it twitch under your touch as you guided him to your entrance, teasing him, letting the tip brush against your slick folds but not giving him the satisfaction of entering you just yet.
“I could leave you like this,” you mused, your voice a low, dangerous purr. “Make you beg for it until you’re nothing but a broken mess on the floor. Would you like that?”
His breath hitched, his body tensing beneath you as he struggled to find the words, but all that escaped him was a desperate, choked sound. You chuckled, relishing in his torment for just a moment longer before you finally lowered yourself onto him, taking him in inch by inch. His gasp was immediate, his body jerking as you sank down onto his length, enveloping him in your tight, wet heat.
You let out a low, satisfied moan as you settled fully onto him, the feeling of his cock buried deep inside you sending a wave of pleasure through your body. His hands flew to your hips, gripping you tightly as if to ground himself, as if he couldn’t believe this was happening.
“Fuck…” he gasped, his voice trembling as his hips instinctively bucked up into you, seeking more, needing more. But you were in control here, and you weren’t about to let him have anything unless you wanted it.
You placed your hands on his chest, pushing him back down against the cold stone floor as you began to move, slow and deliberate. His eyes rolled back as you rocked your hips, your pace agonizingly slow, making him feel every inch of you as you rode him.
“Is this what you wanted?” you asked, your voice dripping with mockery as you leaned forward, your breasts grazing his chest. “To be used like this? To be taken by something so much more powerful than you could ever hope to be?”
He nodded frantically, his fingers digging into your hips as his breath came out in ragged pants, but you didn’t give him time to answer. You increased your pace, rolling your hips in slow, torturous circles as you rode him, taking what you wanted, letting his cock fill you over and over again.
The sound of your skin slapping against his filled the chapel, the obscene rhythm echoing through the holy space as you fucked him on the very floor he had once knelt on in prayer. His moans grew louder, more desperate, as his body surrendered to you completely, his hips jerking up to meet your every movement.
You threw your head back, a deep moan escaping your lips as you felt the pleasure building inside you once more, the tight coil of desire winding tighter with every thrust. His cock was perfect, hitting just the right spot with every movement, and you rode him harder, faster, your nails digging into his chest as you chased your release.
“Look at you,” you growled, your voice rough with pleasure. “A pathetic, whimpering mess beneath me. Is this what you imagined when you swore yourself to Him?”
He whimpered in response, his body trembling beneath yours as his hands gripped your hips tighter, his breath coming out in sharp, ragged gasps. His cock twitched inside you, and you could feel him teetering on the edge, ready to fall apart for you completely.
But you weren’t done with him yet.
You slowed your movements just enough to drive him mad, keeping him on the brink, torturing him with the promise of release but not giving it to him. His moans turned to desperate pleas, his body thrashing beneath you as he begged for mercy.
“P-please,” he gasped, his voice raw with desperation. “Please… let me come…”
You leaned down, your lips brushing against his ear as you whispered, “Only when I say so.”
You felt the desperation in his body, the way he writhed beneath you, his hips bucking as if trying to coax his release from you. The sound of his pleas echoed in the chapel, mingling with the sharp slaps of skin against skin, and it only fueled your hunger. You couldn’t resist teasing him a moment longer.
With a wicked grin, you decided to grant him the pleasure of your movements. You tightened your grip on his chest, fingers digging into his skin as you rolled your hips with renewed vigor. Each thrust was relentless, a passionate declaration of your dominance as you claimed him entirely.
“Such a good boy,” you murmured, your breath hitching as you increased your pace, riding him harder. The intensity of his desire washed over you like an intoxicating wave, your body moving in perfect rhythm with his desperate thrusts. His moans transformed into deep, guttural sounds, filled with a mix of pleasure and frustration.
The chapel’s cold floor beneath you faded into oblivion as the heat between you grew. Every thrust sent shocks of pleasure coursing through your body, the electric connection sparking with each movement. You reveled in the feeling of his length filling you, the way your bodies collided, and how his needy cries echoed within the sacred space.
“Let go,” you commanded, your voice low and sultry, urging him to surrender completely to the ecstasy you were providing. “Give in to your desires.”
He obeyed, his body arching up towards you, chasing that elusive release you had kept just out of reach. The warmth of his skin beneath your hands, the desperate rhythm of his thrusts, and the sight of his pleasure-stricken face drove you wild. You pressed your hips down harder, taking your pleasure as he lost himself in yours.
“Please…” he whimpered, his voice cracking as he struggled against the intoxicating wave of need threatening to consume him. “I can’t hold on much longer… please let me come…”
You loved the way his voice trembled with desperation, how he begged and pleaded like a sinner before his goddess. And yet, you weren’t quite finished with him. The feeling of control surged through you, powerful and thrilling, and you couldn’t resist the urge to draw this out a bit longer.
With a wicked smile, you leaned down, your lips brushing against his ear once more. “Not yet,” you whispered, the words laced with dark promise as you tightened your core around him, milking him for every drop of pleasure you could extract.
His back arched, a raw moan escaping him as you felt him tense beneath you. He was so close—so very close. But you pulled back just enough to keep him on that precipice, your body quivering with the effort of holding back your own release as well.
“Ride it out for me,” you commanded, the authority in your voice making him whimper. “You can do it. Just a little longer. Show me how devoted you really are.”
With that, you increased your pace once more, driving him harder against the floor as your body took everything it wanted. Each thrust pushed him further toward the edge, and you could feel the tension in his body building, ready to snap at any moment. His desperate pleas only intensified your need, the power you held over him sending a thrill down your spine.
His hands clutched at your waist, pulling you closer as if trying to merge your bodies into one. You loved that he wanted you so desperately, that he was willing to submit to your will without question. It made you feel powerful, alive, and it was exactly what you craved.
Finally, you leaned down, capturing his lips in a fierce kiss, your tongues dancing together as you drove your hips down harder, faster. The pleasure surged through you both, a wave that threatened to drown you in ecstasy, and you could feel his release building within him. The taste of his desperation lingered on your tongue, fueling your own need as you lost yourself in the moment.
“Now,” you gasped against his lips, your voice barely more than a breath. “Come for me.”
With your command, his body shattered beneath you. He let out a primal groan, his back arching as he finally released himself, spilling deep inside you with a cry of pure bliss. The warmth of him flooding you sent shockwaves through your entire body, and you rode him through the waves of ecstasy, your own climax crashing over you as you surrendered to the pleasure.
Together, you rode the high, the chapel echoing with the sounds of your union, a sacred act of pure, unfiltered desire. His essence had poured into you, filling you up and satiating your hunger. You breathed heavily, basking in the deliciousness of your meal.
Before you could catch your breath, he shifted beneath you, a glint of newfound determination sparking in his eyes. With surprising strength, he pushed you onto your back, the cold chapel floor pressing against your skin as he loomed over you, the raw need radiating from him almost palpable.
“Wait—” you began, but he silenced you with a heated kiss, his hands gripping your wrists as he pinned them to the floor beside your head. The fervor in his movements sent a thrill through you, igniting a spark of excitement deep within.
He buried himself inside you once more, the sensation of him filling you again pushing you over the edge of pleasure. You gasped against his lips as he began to thrust, his movements driven by an insatiable hunger that mirrored your own. His rhythm was wild and desperate, a primal instinct taking over as he chased the high of a second orgasm, your bodies intertwining as if they were destined to fit together like this forever.
“More…” he gasped, his voice strained as he pressed deeper, each thrust sending waves of pleasure crashing over you. The intensity of his desire only fueled yours, igniting an inferno of lust that threatened to consume you both. You could feel the heat radiating off him, and the sight of him lost in the throes of ecstasy was intoxicating.
“Please… let me feel you,” he murmured, his breath hot against your neck, the urgency in his voice sending shivers down your spine. You reveled in the way he sought to claim you again, your body responding eagerly as you wrapped your legs around his waist, pulling him closer, urging him to push even deeper.
The grucifix on his blazer swung wildly above you as his thrusts grew more frantic, more desperate as he chased that high, the aphrodisiac coursing through his veins giving him a stamina you hadn’t anticipated. Each thrust was a declaration of his need, his primal instincts taking control as he lost himself in the rhythm of your bodies moving together once more.
The pleasure mounted quickly, the tension in your core tightening as you felt the familiar heat beginning to build again. You moaned his name, the sound blending with the echoes of the chapel, and it only seemed to drive him further, his movements becoming more erratic, fueled by your sounds of pleasure.
“Just like that… don’t stop…” you urged, your voice breathy as you felt yourself spiraling toward that edge once more. He complied eagerly, losing himself in the moment as he pushed harder, faster, his hands gripping your thighs as he buried himself deeper inside you.
“Sathanas, you feel so good,” he groaned, his voice hoarse and ragged. “I can’t get enough…”
You could feel the heat building inside you, an insatiable hunger igniting with each thrust as you surrendered to the rhythm of his body. The world around you faded, the only thing that mattered was the pleasure coursing through you, the connection that bound you both in this moment of bliss.
“Come for me,” you urged, your voice a sultry whisper, and it sent him over the edge. With a final, desperate thrust, he cried out, his release flooding you once more as you felt him pulsing inside you. The sensation tipped you over the edge, your own climax crashing through you as you reveled in the delicious aftershocks of both your pleasures intertwining.
You writhed beneath him, lost in the waves of ecstasy that surged through your bodies, feeling completely and utterly consumed by the moment. As his release filled you once more, a deep, primal hunger awakened within you—a hunger that went beyond mere physical satisfaction. You could feel the warm, intoxicating rush of his essence flooding through you, sending delicious waves of pleasure radiating outwards, wrapping around you like a warm embrace.
With each pulse, you savored the taste of him, letting it wash over you, feeding on his orgasm again as if it were the sweetest nectar. The sensation was euphoric, a heady mix of power and pleasure that sent shivers down your spine. You could almost feel the tendrils of his release seeping into your very being, nourishing your essence and filling you with warmth and satisfaction.
As the last shudders of ecstasy faded, the warmth of his body collapsed against you, a heavy weight that anchored you to the cold chapel floor. His breathing was ragged, softening into a gentle rhythm as he drifted into unconsciousness, spent from the pleasure you had given him. You could feel the heat radiating off him, a testament to the fervor of your union, and for a brief moment, you relished the sweetness of your victory, the satiation of your hunger.
But before you could fully bask in the aftermath, a deep chill enveloped the chapel, cutting through the remnants of warmth like a cold knife. Shadows danced along the stone walls, twisting and writhing as if alive, casting eerie shapes that seemed to flicker and vanish before your eyes. A palpable tension filled the air, thickening it with an electric anticipation that made your skin prickle.
Then, with a grace that seemed otherworldly, He emerged from the darkness—Satan, the God of Darkness, cloaked in an aura of authority and danger. His presence was magnetic, drawing your gaze with an irresistible pull, as if He were the very embodiment of temptation itself. His form was draped in a flowing garment of black velvet that shimmered like the night sky, accentuating his lithe yet powerful frame.
His skin glistened, the deep crimson hue catching the flickering candlelight, creating an almost surreal contrast against the shadows that danced around him. Long, elegantly curved horns sprouted from His goat-like head, twisting upwards like the branches of a dark, twisted tree, glinting with an otherworldly sheen that hinted at both beauty and menace.
Satan’s eyes were a swirling abyss, deep pools of molten gold that seemed to pierce through the veil of your very soul. In them, you could see the weight of centuries, the seductive allure of a power that promised both ecstasy and destruction. They glinted with an unfathomable knowledge, as if He held the secrets of the universe in his gaze, and for a moment, you felt utterly naked before Him—exposed, yet exhilarated.
He moved closer, hooved feet clopping against the cold floor, each step deliberate and graceful, the air around Him charged with an intoxicating energy. You could feel the temperature drop even further, your breath visible in the air, mingling with the lingering scent of desire and smoke that clung to the chapel. The shadows shifted, stretching and elongating, as if bending to his will, swirling around Him in a dark dance that was both mesmerizing and foreboding.
Satan’s lips curled into a knowing smile, an expression that held a multitude of meanings—pleasure, intrigue, perhaps even a hint of disapproval. “My dear succubus,” He spoke, His voice smooth and rich, a seductive whisper that wrapped around you like silk. “It seems you have indulged in your own appetites.”
His gaze flicked down to the unconscious figure beneath you, and his smile widened, revealing sharp, gleaming teeth that glinted like daggers. “Such a delightful little feast you’ve had.” There was a playful lilt to His tone, yet it held an undertone of warning, a reminder of the power that coursed through his being.
You met his gaze, feeling both enthralled and wary, a thrilling mix of fear and fascination coursing through you. “He was… delectable,” you replied, your voice steady despite the tempest of emotions swirling within you. “A gift of desire, just as You promised.”
Satan chuckled, a low, dark sound that reverberated through the chapel like distant thunder. “And yet, you seem to have drained him to the brink of exhaustion. Is it not wise to leave your prey alive for the next indulgence?”
As He spoke, you felt a shiver run down your spine, the implications of His words sending a thrill of excitement through you. You had given in to your desires, but there was a deeper hunger within you now, one that craved the power he embodied.
“Would you like to be my next indulgence, my Dark Lord?” you asked, playfully teasing your God.
Satan’s smile deepened, His sharp teeth glinting in the dim candlelight, an embodiment of wickedness and allure. The shadows danced around Him, reflecting the darkness that thrummed in the chapel, echoing the intoxicating energy between you. He stepped closer, the air thickening with His presence, each movement imbued with an undeniable charisma that both captivated and terrified.
“Ah, My sweet succubus,” He purred, His voice a silky caress that wrapped around you like a lover’s embrace. “You play with fire, and yet I find your audacity utterly delectable.” His gaze roamed over you, an appraising look that lingered on your exposed skin, the remnants of your previous indulgence evident in the lingering heat that radiated from your body.
He paused, leaning closer, the heat of His breath brushing against your face. “But tell Me, what makes you think you could handle the full weight of My indulgence?” His eyes glinted with a mixture of mischief and challenge, the promise of darkness dancing within their depths. “Many have tried, but few can withstand the depths of My desires.”
The thrill of His words sent a shiver of anticipation through you, igniting a hunger that pulsed beneath your skin. You met His gaze boldly, feeling a rush of confidence surge within you. “I am not afraid of the depths, my Lord. It is the heights of ecstasy that draw me to You.”
Satan chuckled again, a sound rich with amusement, echoing through the chapel like a dark melody. “Such spirit,” He replied, His tone dipping into something more serious, a glimmer of intrigue lighting His eyes. “You intrigue Me, little succubus. Your hunger matches My own, and that is a rare find.”
Satan’s smile widened, a predatory gleam dancing in His eyes as He stepped closer again, the shadows swirling around Him like a living cloak. He extended His hand towards you. “Come home, child,” He said, waiting patiently for you.
With a final glance at the still-unconscious figure on the floor, you reached for His hand, feeling the warmth of His touch blend with the darkness that surrounded you. As your fingers intertwined, the chapel shifted, the air crackling with energy as you were drawn into the depths of His domain, where pleasure and power coalesced in a tantalizing embrace.
He had brought you back to Hell, where you belonged.
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Oh WHOA, what's this? somebody must've set up a 10-course all hummus banquet at my place
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Day 10: Dream Come True
Pairing: Severus Snape x ex-student
Rating: 🥵 ?
Prompt: Dream
Summary: Severus reunites with an old student of his and she is determined to live out her teenage dream.
A/N: Loved writing this one!! Hope ya'll have as much fun reading it as I had writing it.
Warnings: ex-student and teacher hooking up.
Word Count: 3170
Credits to Gif Creator
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Severus had always loathed Lucius Malfoy’s elaborate parties. He threw them multiple times a year, celebrating every possible occasion, and Severus almost always declined the invitation. While he would know most people in attendance, Snape wasn’t one to socialise and a party was his idea of literal hell. However, given that Lucius was the closest thing Severus had to a friend, he made a point to show face at one event each year; often staying for no longer than an hour or so and spending most of the time hauled up in the kitchen alone. Which is where he happened to find himself tonight.
Having already circulated the crowds earlier in the evening, Severus was simply buying time before he made his goodbyes and returned home to the peace of Spinner’s end. The drinks and food were set out on a banquet table in the drawing room of the manor, meaning he often had the kitchen entirely to himself to drink bottle after bottle of FireWhiskey alone.
This evening seemed to be following the same suit as usual, until his tranquillity was disturbed by the entrance of a familiar young woman and her absolutely foul mouth.
“Fucking disgusting shit. Who the fuck does he think I am. And why the hell is it blue?” She muttered to herself, staring deeply at the electric looking cocktail in her hand. She made a direct bee line for the sink and dumped the entire contents of her glass down the drain.
Severus couldn’t help but let out a small scoff of approval at the girl’s words. He, of course, recognised her from her time as a student at Hogwarts. Not only had he been the Head of her House, and Potion’s Master, he often found himself telling her off for her bad language at the risk losing points from the other professors. Severus himself didn’t mind it so much, in fact he found it rather amusing, which must explain why he was no where near as irritated as he usually would be by the disturbance.
“Professor Snape?”
The girl stopped in her tracks, eyeing the Potion’s Master appreciatively. Her tone had dropped to an almost sultry timbre.
Severus remembered now why he always seemed to be giving the girl into trouble. This particular young woman had not been nearly as discreet with her girlhood crush as she may have expected. It had been obvious to him that she acted out in his classes simply to get a rise out of him, and best-case scenario she would earn a detention, prolonging their time together. The latter Severus did not indulge, the last thing he needed was a hormonal teenager making heart eyes at him from across the classroom.
From the way she looked at him now, the young witch had yet to grow out of her school-girl crush. Feeling the effects of the sheet amount of alcohol he had consumed; Severus couldn’t resist raking his eyes over the woman’s figure in return. She was after all, no longer his student.  
While her bad habits still remained, her appearance had changed a lot in a few short years. Her hair was longer now, darker too; she wore it down as she always had, allowing it to flow down her back like a waterfall of obsidian waves. Her previously baby face had been replaced by much sharper features; high cheek bones and a defined jaw line, lips that sat in a permanent perfect pout, painted a deep shade of red that only enticed him further. The dress she wore, tight and black, displayed her curves from ever possible angle, the lowcut neckline drawing his eyes to the exposed swell of her breasts.
“Miss Y/L/N.” He stated simply, not allowing his voice to betray his less than appropriate thoughts.
“I didn’t expect to see you here.” She sauntered toward him, swaying her hips with each step.
It wasn’t lost on her that her old professor had just been checking her out, in fact she welcomed it. Since her crush on him first developed in her fifth year, she had long since dreamed of running into him again after she graduated. It pleased her to know that now they were reunited, he seemed to appreciate her just as much as she did him.
“I could say the same for you.” He raised a single eyebrow at her, his eyes never leaving her body as she approached.
“Not sure why.” She shrugged, settling against the kitchen island opposite him. “I’ve been at every party this year. Draco keeps inviting me.”
“As his date?” The simple question drew a wide smile from Y/N.
Was Severus Snape jealous?
“I assume so. But if he keeps making me drinks that look like the result of a chemical reaction, he doesn’t stand a chance.”
Severus scoffed again, amused by her words.
Y/N watched as took a long sip of his whiskey, draining the remainder of his glass.
“What are you drinking?”
“FireWhiskey.” He said plainly.
“Mind if I join you?”
Severus glanced at the woman out the corner of his eye as she came to lean on the cabinet next time him.
“Be my guest. However, this is the last of this bottle.” He said, as he filled his glass. “I’m sure there’s more in the next room, if you feel like re-joining the party.”
“Not particularly.” She huffed, folding her arms over her chest only to further accentuate her breasts. “Draco’s been fallowing me around like a lost puppy all night, I could really use a break.”
“And if I asked you to leave?” He tested, pining her with a stern gaze.
“I’d say tough. You don’t own this space, I have just a much right to be here as you do.” She never had yielded to his dominance.
“Well then.” He outstretched his arm to her, offering up his renewed glass of whiskey. “You might as well enjoy yourself while you’re here.”
Y/N accepted with a smile and a wink. Severus remained stoic, attempting to seem unfazed by her gesture. Y/N always knew Severus would be a tough nut to crack if this day came. But after years of dealing with a pining Draco, she could use the challenge.
“Why are you hauled up in here anyway? Avoiding someone?”
“Everyone.”
Severus couldn’t peel his eyes away from her mouth as she drank form his glass, her crimson lips staining the rim of the crystal. He felt his pulse quicken when her tongue darted out to collect any remnants of the amber liquid from her lips.
“Everyone?” She looked at him inquisitively, returning the glass to him. “Then why come at all if all you’re going to do is hide away in here the whole night.”
“Lucius is a friend. The least I can do is show face, but beyond I have no interest in attending these infernal events. So, I simply wait it out in here until such time as it is appropriate to leave.”
“Does it never occur to you that had you to actually venture out into the crowds, you might meet someone to help pass the time. A woman perhaps?”
Severus laughed into his glass, being careful to avoid the spot her mouth had just been. He knew this was her way of testing him, unfortunately he couldn’t help but fall for her bait; hook, line and sinker.
“I have no interest in any of the woman beyond that door.” His eyes finally met hers, their intense gazes boring into one another. A challenge to make the first move.  
“What about those within this room, professor.” Y/N dared to venture.
That final word shook Severus back to reality; the sudden realisation that he was entering dangerous territory with a former student had him eager to make a swift exit.
“I think that may be my queue to go.” He set his now empty glass back on the counter.
“Wait. Stay for one more.” She pleaded, gripping his bicep in one last desperate attempt. It worked, Severus hesitated at her touch.
“It may have escaped your notice, Miss Y/L/N, but not only is the bottle finished, but so too is my glass. There is no ‘one more’.”
“I know where Lucius keeps his private stash. Draco and I would break into it all the time when we were younger.”
Despite his brain telling him it was time to go, Snape couldn’t resist the appeal of the young woman in front of him; her doe like eyes begging him to stay. It was obvious she was just as enticed by him as he was of her. And the fact remained; she was no longer his student. Still, it seemed wrong somehow.
“That would explain all those parties in the Slytherin common room I was forced to disband.” Severus raised a questioning brow.
“Guilty.” She smirked.
“You know those were the bane of my life. Dealing with drunk and hungover underage students wasn’t exactly how I planned to spend my weekends.”
“Just be grateful I was smart enough to avoid you, I can be quite the handful when I’m drunk.”
Severus didn’t know when she had gotten close to him again, but he wasn’t opposed to the way her hand rested on his chest as she fidgeted with the button of his robes.
“Show me.” He swallowed, nodding down to her.
Y/N led Severus through a door in the kitchen, to a wine cellar in the basement. In the corner of the room stood a solitary shelf of finely-aged whiskey, worth more than two teenagers could have even comprehended.
Snape watched on as the woman struggled to reach the top shelf where the best whiskey was kept. He made no attempt to look away when the hem of her dress began to slowly rise over the curve of her ass. He no longer felt so guilty checking her out down here in the dark.
“Clever girl.” Severus purred when Y/N handed him a dusty bottle for him to inspect. “These are what you stole?”
Y/N bit her lip and looked down guiltily.
“I don’t think we realised how expensive they were at the time. We just wanted to have a bit of fun.”
“Mmm. You always were trouble.” He eyed her once more.
“Still am.” She winked again.
Y/N led Severus back to the kitchen, leaving no trace of them behind besides the empty space on he shelf she had no intention of filling.
Despite the kitchen being full of glass and crystal ware, Severus opted to pour another singular glass for the two of them to share.
Y/N watched on fervently as Severus brought the glass to his lips, this time placing his mouth directly over where her lips had been. God, how she wished to know what his lips felt like on her, what he tasted like.
“Good?” She continued to look up at him, practically drooling now.
“Delicious.”
Y/N watched in awe as her ex-professor absent-mindedly run his tongue along a small part of the glass.
Without thought, Y/N brought a thumb to his mouth, brushing the pad gently across his bottom lip.
“Lipstick.” She explained. “Can’t have you leaving here looking like that, people will talk.”
“And what, exactly, will people say.” Severus closer to the young witch, his inhibitions slowly fading which each gulp of alcohol.
“They’d think you were with a woman.” She started, her voice now barely a whisper. “Of course, they wouldn’t know who at first. But seeing that colour on your lips, they’d begin to speculate. And when they saw me follow you out of here… We’ll they’d put two and two together, and jump to a whole lot of conclusions.”
“What sort of conclusions?” He passed the whiskey to her, allowing him to move closer still, their bodies close enough to touch.
“All kinds of things. The most obvious being that we kissed, but their minds wouldn’t stop there. Two people, alone in the kitchen at a party, we could have been up to anything in here.” With every word she spoke she drew Severus in closer, her lips calling to him like a siren to a sailor. “They’d assume we kissed. Maybe, we made out. But ultimately, they’re going to think we had sex. A teacher and his ex-student. How scandalous. There would be rumours about us; what we did in here. They’d say I seduced you with my body. They’d say you got me drunk. They’d say we fucked right here in the Malfoy’s kitchen, all while Draco searched the party for his supposed date.”
The mention of Draco began to boil Severus’ blood, he wasn’t oblivious to how close the pair were and he knew, if given the chance, Draco would have Y/N for his own. He wasn’t about to let that happen.
“Then let’s give them a reason to talk.” Severus stated firmly.
With his permission, Y/N threw herself at Severus. Her lips crashing to his hungrily. Like a starving hyena finally eating after being denied it’s prey for so long.
Practically throwing the whiskey glass aside, Y/N wrapped her arms around Severus’ neck, pulling her body closer to his. Severus felt his way around her; one hand coming to rest on the side of her face, the other gripping her rear possessively. The two became deaf to the world around them. Passion taking over as they devoured the other breathlessly.
Letting himself get carried away in the moment, it never occurred to Severus to move to a less public location. All sense of propriety gone with the taste of her lips.
Gripping her by her thighs, Severus lifted Y/N onto one of the kitchen cabinets, positioning himself between her open legs. Feeling the hardness of his cock at her core, Y/N let out a strangled moan.
Severus broke for breath, kissing his way down her exposed neck and chest, occasionally nipping at her pale white skin. Seconds before Snape was about to rip off the woman’s dress and fuck her in the middle of the kitchen island, footsteps and voices grew louder as they approached.
“Have you checked the kitchen, Draco? She can’t have gone far.”
“Not yet father, I’m just about to look.”
“Shit.”
“Fuck.” The pair swore in unison.
Y/N quickly jumped from her spot on the counter, making sure to right any clothing that may have gone awry. Severus let out a frustrated snarl at being torn away from Y/N.
“I’m going to kill that di-“
“Y/N?” Draco called out upon entering the room.
Neither Snape nor Y/N made an attempt to move away from the other.
“There you are. I’ve been looking everywhere for you.”
“Sorry Draco.” Y/N replied through gritted teeth. “I ran into Professor Snape. We we’re just catching up.”
“I see.” The younger Malfoy eyed them suspiciously. “My father is about to make an announcement,  he wants everyone to gather in the drawing room.”
“Of course.” She smiled falsely, making to meet Draco by the door.
“Here.” Severus stopped her, clenching his jaw and handing over the almost full glass of whiskey. “You’ll need it.”
“Thank you.” She grinned, lingering when his hand brushed against hers.
The three of them exited the kitchen and made their way through the manor; Severus taking a different route from the others, letting himself get lost in the crowd.
As soon as he was out of her sight, Y/N started to panic that she had missed her shot at the one thing she had been dreaming about since she was 15 years old. Draco had interrupted what was easily the hottest make out session of her life and now there seemed to be no chance of her and Snape actually finishing what they had started.
“What were you and Snape doing in the kitchen for so long?” Draco finally broke the awkward silence that had developed.
“Hmm. Oh, we we’re just having a drink together and chatted about all those times you and I pissed him off with our parties in the common room.”
“What are you drinking? What happened to the one I gave you?” He didn’t even seem to be listening to a word she was saying.
“Erm… I finished it. Sev- Snape poured me a glass of his whiskey.”
“That’s unusually kind of him.” Draco’s intense stare burned a hole in the side of her face.
“I suppose.” She shrugged. “I guess he just likes me.”
Draco didn’t get the chance to object before his father’s voice echoed through the room.
Zoning out after Lucius thanked everyone for coming, Y/N immediately began scanning the crowd for her beloved professor.
Having no luck even after the party commenced, Y/N downed the remains of her drink and followed Draco as he led her into the hall for a more private conversation. Backing her against the wall, Y/N had no way to escape the agony she was about to endure, knowing exactly where this conversation was headed.
“Y/N.” He began with a deep breath. “As you know, we’ve been best friends since our first day at Hogwarts. Our families have been intwined since before either of us were even born. We’ve had our fair share of fun together; both as friends and otherwise.” He hinted towards the few drunken nights where they had casually hooked up. It had meant nothing to Y/N, clearly Draco did not feel the same way.
“This year I have felt our relationship has evolved past friendship, and I think it may be time we take the next step. I like you, Y/N. I want you to become my girlfriend, officially.”
“Draco…” She sighed. They had been over this before, she wasn’t interested in being anything other than friends, he just couldn’t take the hint.  
Before she had a chance to break the bad news to him a shadow fell over the pair; Severus Snape towered behind Draco, slapping a large hand on his suited shoulder.
“I’m afraid, Mr Malfoy, I do not believe Y/N is interested in pursuing a relationship with you.”
“Professor Snape.” Draco puffed his chest out, trying hard to hide the look of intimidation evident on his face. “With all due respect I don’t think this has anything to do with you.”
Severus moved the boy aside with ease, positioning himself between his two former students.
“I suggest you leave now, Malfoy, before your feelings get hurt.”
Severus did not warn him again. Instead, he took the opportunity to take Y/N in his arms and pick up exactly where they left off.
“Oh, thank god.” Y/N gasped, clutching at him desperately.
Just as passionately as before, Y/N captured Severus’ mouth with her own, pulling him in by his robes until their bodies were backed up against the wall.
“Want to get out of here?” Severus mumbled against her mouth.
“Fuck yes.”
Ignoring a dumbfounded Draco, the Potions Master and his former student made their way out of Malfoy Manor unable to keep their hands off one another.
Y/N’s dream was finally about to come true.
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Ophelia of Lausanne, Queen of Windenburg (1620-1673) - Part 2 - Marriage
Ophelia grew up to become a beautiful princess, one of the most desirable brides on the continent. It was proposed that Ophelia be a bride to her cousin, Victor Emmanuel, Crown Prince of Tartosa, or Prince Louis, Duke of Vendome. King Louis IX wanted Ophelia to marry his grandson, Prince Louis Duke of Vendome, however, Prince Louis wanted to marry an Infanta of Almeria. The Grand Duke of Sienna courted Ophelia in 1634, however marriage negotiations fell through over disagreements about her dowry. 
In 1634, James, Prince of the Isle, heir to Windenburg, visited Lausanne on his way back from Tartosa. James had desired the hand of Princess Anna of Tartosa, however, the marriage negotiations failed. Windenburg had desired peace with the Jacoban Kingdoms after fighting against them for the last thirty years, with the peace being cemented through marriage. After the rejection of the Tartosan marriage, James suggested a Magnolian match in order to forge a new alliance with Magnolia. James stayed at Chateau Moren for three nights on his journey back Windenburg. James had traveled incognito under the name "The Earl of Ely" and was invited by Ophelia's father. James met Ophelia and was instantly enchanted with her grace and beauty. James and Ophelia were only one year apart in age and were smitten with one another. James immediately wrote to his father, the King of Windenburg, asking for his approval, which he relented. On his way back to Windenburg, James stopped in Magnolia to negotiate with King Louis IX of Magnolia and Ophelia's father, Prince Louis Henri for her hand in marriage. King Louis gave Ophelia a dowry of 1.8 million livres along with a trousseau of 150 garments. Ophelia brought an entourage of 40 servants, 12 ladies in waiting, 4 clergymen, and 10 noblemen. James returned to Windenburg, while Ophelia married James by proxy in Magnolia on January 5th, 1635. Ophelia traveled to Windenburg where the official ceremony took place at St.Michael’s Cathedral on February 16th. A private Jacoban service was officiated in the Salon of Diane at Windslar Palace.
Elaborate celebrations followed the marriage of James and Ophelia. Later that night, a lavish banquet was held at the Great Hall of Windslar Palace. A medieval costume ball was held the next day followed by a firework display in the gardens. A festival honoring Ophelia and her entourage was hosted the day afterward which featured ballerinas and dancing animals in the gardens of Windslar. A play depicting the love of Cupid and Psyche was performed in the gardens. A jousting tourney was held at Verdun Palace on the third day of celebrations. Several more banquets were held throughout the capital hosted by multiple nobles including the Duke of St.Germaine and the Earl of Warwick.
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Hello! I just read law proposing to reader and it's so sweet like-- I wanna cty-
Anyway... what happens on their honeymoon? Would they dock at an island for like a week or so? Just so the two newly weds have some time alone? Or they'd keep sailing after the ceremony? Like- I imagine both happening but I wanna know what you think.
Hi dear anon, sorry for the delay in responding, I was sick this week and everything was delayed.
For me, there are two versions: the ones they would continue to navigate immediately after the ceremony, but I also think mainly that their friends would never let the honeymoon go unnoticed. I also like to think that even after the wedding was over, Law would take short days to spend just with his S/O, locked in the room enjoying each other's presence.
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The proposal - the honeymoon (part 3)
Part 1 - Part 2
warnings: brief allusion to sex, but nothing explicit or detailed.
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The archipelago filled the horizon more and more as Polar Tang approached. From afar you could see a huge park and what looked like the beach packed with people. You weren't yet used to the idea that came from the minds of Shachi and Penguin - which you soon discovered involved Nami, Robin, Ikkaku. The strong breeze ruffled the layers of the sundress you were wearing, it was also strange not to be wearing a crew jumpsuit.
"The bags are packed." Law's voice took your attention away from the destination you were arriving at.
"I mean, the suitcase. The only one." you grumbled. "What did they do?"
"I'm curious too." Law turned you back to contemplate the sea on the deck and taking advantage of the fact that you were alone, he placed quick kisses on your shoulder.
"Look on the bright side." You grabbed his chin, stroking the little beard that was there. "At least we'll have a few days just for the two of us."
"Ah, finally." He let his head fall under your shoulder, making you laugh openly.
The wedding had been incredible, including the banquet. You just didn't expect the amount of sake to be too much, even if you had ten Zoros as friends. As the night went on, you, Law and practically everyone else had more alcohol than they should have in their blood. The two of you left the party amidst whistles and jokes about the wedding night, but when you reached the room you barely had the strength to take off your dress, just as Law remained with his suit and tie turned in a funny way.
After that, you dealt with all the mess that a wedding can bring and finished restocking the Polar Tang before heading on your way. Combined with all the tiredness and accumulated responsibilities, you and Law still hadn't had the wedding night you'd dreamed of - not even 10 minutes of honeymoon.
"We're here!" you both heard Bepo scream and soon went to disembark from Polar Tang.
While you carried your small bag, Law dragged a not so big suitcase that carried some of the two of your clothes.
"Here are the keys and the address, there's a little map there." Ikkaku placed them both in your hands. "We left you a schedule and also some clothes."
"This is amazing guys."
"So, I'll see you in a week." Law asked and everyone immediately agreed. "Bepo is in charge. Any problems, and I mean any problems, just get in touch."
After a quick goodbye, the two of you headed towards the aforementioned address. Even though he wasn't much for public displays of affection, especially close to strangers, Law took your hand as you dodged fruit baskets and running children. The town fair looked lovely and you hoped you would have some time to explore it at your leisure.
"It seems to be here." the two of you stopped in front of a small wooden door. Law took the lead and opened it, taking the key from your hand.
It was a small but cozy house. As far as he could see, there was a small kitchen full of plants, a sofa and a den den mushi that transmitted video. A shelf with books and more flowers. In the distance you could also see two closed doors, which must have been the room where you were going to stay.
"I hope you like it. The fridge has some things ready and we left some things in the wardrobe too." his attention turned to Law, who had found a small note on the table. "What do you say we see what they got up to?"
"Sounds perfect to me." you took the lead and opened the fridge. Your bag was already thrown somewhere on the table, just as you could see that Law had already gotten rid of his bag.
Inside the fridge you found some alcoholic drinks, some fruit and a huge jar of chocolates that were your favorites. Further down you could see some bottles of wine too.
"Well, that's a great start." you put one in your mouth and approached Law, wanting to put a piece on his lips.
"I prefer this one." He took your lips in a quick kiss. You could complain, but it was undeniable that the sweet chocolate seemed much tastier when it was wrapped around his lips. "Delicious."
"Come on, we have a room to explore." you took his hand heading towards the closed doors.
"Indeed, we do" the malice in his words didn't go unnoticed and as much as you could feel your cheeks blushing, you also wanted to finally enjoy some time alone.
Behind the doors was a huge room. A dark, shaggy rug on the floor and a huge bed that could easily fit the two of you and leave room left. The window on the opposite side of the bed offered a beautiful view of the island, and you could even see the sea with your eyes.
"Wow, it's so beautiful." you laughed as you saw Law throw himself onto the bed and his body sink. "You look comfortable my love."
"Not only does it look good, it's actually good. Did you find anything out there?" he asked as soon as he saw you standing in front of the rustic and large closet that was at the other end of the room.
"I'm about to find out."
You opened the two wardrobe doors, finding some dresses that looked comfortable, hanging along with some other pieces. On the other side, some flowery t-shirts made of the same light fabric were piled up for Law. You also saw flip-flops, sunscreen, and some cosmetics.
"Just some clothes, some things… Wait." you bent down, grabbing a small black box from underneath what would be your side of the wardrobe.
Your surprise didn't go unnoticed by Law, who quietly got up and stood behind you, who didn't notice the movement. Inside the black box were several tiny panties - which most appreciate just threads and jewelry sewn together - some things that looked like lubricants, handcuffs and various other sex toys.
"Now that's interesting." Law's low voice whispered in your ear, making you shiver. One of his hands attached itself to your waist, while the other went to the box.
"I'm going to find out which one of them did this." you replied, feeling your body burn with shyness. However, the way you felt Law pull your body against his indicated what plans he had in mind.
"Leave that for later." his lips went down to your neck, while one of his hands reached into the small box. "I bet you'd look even hotter in this one." he held up a small white piece and handed it to you. His hand then went back to the box and grabbed the pair of handcuffs.
"What do you want to do?" your hands found his hat and slid down to where the dark strands of his hair appeared.
"Now that we're married, you're stuck with me." Again, his lips descended dangerously on the back of your neck. "I think it's time to make this more literal."
That morning ended exactly the same way as the evening of the same day and many other moments throughout the week. You still hadn't realized how much being confined inside a submarine could take away certain freedoms from both of you. The two of you woke up tangled up, soon after you were on the beach; You would go back to your room and decide to continue the activity with a view of the sea, then choose one of the small shops for dinner. Kitchen, living room, sofa, bathroom. You would make a point of thanking whoever had chosen the house.
The moon lit up the room and no matter how much sleep was present, you couldn't sleep. Maybe it was because of the small sadness that occupied your heart when you knew that it was the last night you would spend there and that the next day you would leave, maybe it was the noise of music coming from outside, but it was probably an uncomfortable noise coming from the kitchen.
As you watched Law, you could see that he was far away in the dream world. His tattooed back was lit by the moon and the only thing stopping him from being completely naked was a sheet over him. You stood up and put on panties - normal this time - and a black shirt that had been on your husband's body for a few hours ago.
You looked in every corner of the kitchen and found nothing, nothing that could be making such a mess at that hour. When you reached the sofa you then realized. A tiny black ball of fur, huddled next to one of the rugs, caught your attention.
"Oh no." You picked up what was supposed to be a small black cat kitten, on one of its paws there were some thorns. "Let me help you."
You first tried hard to remove the thorns, but were unsuccessful as the cat complained every time you touched the injured area. Soon after, you tried to find the litter he belonged to, but there was no sign of a cat around the house. Only one solution ran through his mind. You left the cat on the sofa and went in search of Law, you just didn't expect to find him already leaving the room.
"Everything is fine?" he asked, still drowsy, trying to understand your disappearance from the bed.
"We need to talk."
"Now?" he looked indignant, still yawning.
"I want to have a baby." As soon as the words left his mouth, Law's color seemed to leave him along with the sleep he seemed to be feeling. His mouth opened and closed a few times, searching for words. "No, not that. A baby, a kitten. He's alone, he's hurt and I don't know what to do."
"Okay… I understand" he accepted almost automatically, still stuck in his first conception of what a baby would be. "I just wouldn't go around informing anyone like that."
"I'm just a little anxious, help me, love, please." You pouted making the task almost irresistible for him. "I don't know what else to do."
"Let me see him." Law followed you to the couch and saw the little ball of fur bundled up. "Hey man, you don't look good."
"I tried to take it away, I tried to give it food, but he won't let me touch his paw."
"Wait for me in the room, maybe you don't like seeing it." Law asked and even though you were reluctant, you nodded and walked away from the two.
It took more minutes than you expected and you had probably already walked around the entire room more than ten times when Law opened the door, bringing the small cat and a small pot in your hands.
"Someone was hungry." He sat down and placed the kitten on the floor, next to the pot that looked like some crushed fruit.
"Thank you my love." you hug him, placing countless kisses on Law's head. "We need to buy food for him."
"Is he really going with us?" Law turned up, finding an expression that made it clear that the decision had already been made. "What will it be called?"
"I'll let you choose. But think carefully first." Law untangled your arms from him, just so he could place you sitting on his legs.
"Thank you my dear."
"For letting you choose the name?"
"Not only that, but for choosing me." He still held you close, as if he was afraid you were going to disappear. "For choosing to love me and of course, for growing our family."
-- Extra 01
"So, did you like the gifts?" Ikkaku took your arm and pulled you away from the others. The boys seemed more entertained by the little cat than by your return.
"Was you?!"
"It was and I hope you brought everything back because the owner of the house is a nice old lady, she doesn't need to know about these things."
"Well, I brought the toys and a single panty." you replied, the victorious smile was clear on your lips.
"One? Just one? Did you miss all the others?"
"I didn't lose them, they're just no longer usable." you responded as naturally as possible, laughing as you saw the meaning of the words reach your friend. "Actually two, the first one I think Law wanted to keep as a souvenir."
"Oh God, no, I won't think about that." She left apparently traumatized and leaving you laughing about the situation.
--Extra 02
You had already done your tasks in the command room, updated your medicine stock and it was almost lunch time. As you approached your room, you knew that Law wouldn't be that busy at this time and it would be a great time to have lunch together. You just didn't expect to find him holding the cat on the table, the small black cat resting on both paws, as if the feline were a toy fighting with two other action figures.
"And the warrior Sora took down the…" Law - and the cat - noticed your present. "I was just.. Sora and I were just having fun." He tried to find a justification, making you laugh even more.
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valkyyriia · 2 months ago
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Day 6 - Voulez-Vous Coucher Avec Moi?
Kinktober 2024 Prompt List | Kinktober 2024 Masterlist
Words: 1626 CW: Voice Kink(?), PiV, Unprotected Sex, Creampie, Standing Sex Pairing: Comte de Saint-Germain x Reader Prompt(s): Voice Kink | Discipline/Punishment
Notes: When looking at the list I realized I didn’t really know how voice kink worked, so I talked to @natimiles about it (like I do everything, really) and she explained it and I had the wonderful idea of Comte realizing that the reader thinks it’s hot when he talks in French, so he starts doing it more in the bedroom, and as a result she basically Pavlov’d herself into getting horny when he speaks French to her.
Still not certain this is voice kink necessarily, but… it’s what I’ve got.
Edit 10/7/24: Thanks @floydsteeth for pointing out the context behind 'ma belle fille' and explaining how to fix it. It's really appreciated!!
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You had accompanied Comte to a dinner party tonight. The two of you were seated next to each other at a banquet at le Duc de Guermantes’ manor. Le Comte was amicably chatting with le Duc, the two of them being old friends, while you were seated across from your friend, Claudine.
They were speaking in French, as one would expect in Paris. Generally at home, le Comte tended to speak more English for your sake. You were still learning French, after all. Your French had certainly improved after living with him for as long as you had and you certainly weren’t having trouble following the conversation they were having, but..
Something about hearing le Comte speak in his native language was just hot.
He could probably read you a copy of the Merriam-Webster Dictionary, entirely in French, and you’d still be just as hot and bothered.
You shifted uncomfortably in your chair, a sigh falling from your lips. This did not go unnoticed, much to your chagrin.
Le Comte moved a hand to rest on top of your thigh. The warmth of his palm was nearly scalding as he caressed the clothed skin with his thumb. You looked up at him and saw his attention was still firmly on le Duc. Or well, if you hadn’t known him as well as you did, you’d think so, anyway.
No, with the way he was touching you, he was definitely more focused on you than he’d care for anyone else to know.
You looked away from him and across the table towards Claudine. She made eye contact with you and grinned cheekily, her eyes flickering over to le Comte’s profile before meeting yours again. You flushed and looked away. Her grin widened.
“Mademoiselle, are you feeling okay? Your face is flushed,” le Duc said to you, a look of concern on his face. Comte also turned to you, peering into your eyes worriedly.
“I’m fine,” you said, waving them off with a smile. “I’m just a bit warm. Do you mind if I step outside for a moment to cool off?”
“Of course not,” le Duc replied. “Take all the time you need.”
You moved to stand, Comte’s palm subtly leaving your thigh as you did so. He instead brushed the back of his hand against your forehead, testing your temperature. His hand was cool, thankfully, and you leaned into it.
He hummed. “You are feeling a bit warm, chérie. I hate to cut our visit short, Monsieur le Duc, but I think I should get this one home before she starts feeling any worse.”
You protested. “Comte, I’m fine-”
“Nonsense,” le Duc said, shaking his head. “We can always schedule a dinner for another time, just the four of us, when you’re feeling better. Your health is important, Mademoiselle. Take care of it.”
Your argument died in your throat. You couldn’t very well argue against that, even if you weren’t actually sick. It’s not like you could just tell them you were horny. You just sighed, accepting your fate, and nodded with a smile. Comte stood and held his hand out for you, which you took, and he escorted you out of the manor with an arm around your waist.
Once seated in the carriage and headed home, Comte looked at you questioningly.
“What?” You huffed.
“Care to tell me what’s got you so worked up, chérie?” Comte asked, switching back to English now that it was just the two of you.
You pouted. “I’m not worked up.”
Comte nodded. “Of course not,” he said breezily, lightly brushing his hand across your neck. You shivered at the contact and he raised an eyebrow.
You opened your mouth to snap at him, but thought better of it and just turned away instead. Comte chuckled and pulled you close to him, whispering into your ear with a slight purr. “You’re embarrassed about it, whatever it is.” His breath tickled the shell of your ear and you shuddered. “It’s not my voice. You don’t usually react like this when I talk to you.” Comte kissed your temple. “Or is it?” He repeated, slipping into French.
You swallowed and he chuckled into your ear. “I see,” he murmured thoughtfully, thankfully back in English. “There’s nothing to be ashamed of, chérie. I will gladly speak to you in French as much as you’d like.” Comte kissed your cheek. “Perhaps I should start once we get home, hm?” He then continued in French. “Or maybe for the rest of our carriage ride?”
You swatted at him. “That’s not fair and you know it. You don’t even have to try!”
Comte just laughed.
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The moment you were back in Comte’s bedroom, he was behind you and unlacing the ribbon that held your dress together. His hand was lightly caressing the skin there and he dropped his head to your shoulder, kissing the bare skin. If it weren’t for the way he was running his fingers over every inch of your body, you might think he was just trying to help you undress. But then he opened his mouth.
“You’re beautiful, chérie. Ma belle.” You shivered.
He continued to touch you, running fingers over your skin and kissing your neck and shoulders. All the while, Comte was whispering sweet nothings in French. Every kiss was punctuated with a sweet word, and every touch was followed by a kiss. Your dress lay puddled around your feet on the floor and he was still touching you, his fingers tracing every curve and plane of your body.
Comte had barely gotten your clothes off and you already felt like your skin was on fire, your center damp and aching. He wrapped his arms around your waist, bringing his hands up to cup your breasts. His thumb and forefinger on each hand tweaked at your sensitive nipples and you gasped, arching into Comte’s firm chest.
“So séduisant, mon amour,” Comte purred, kissing your shoulder. “I love seeing you fall apart in my hands without me even really touching you.”
You whined. “Abel, please.”
His lips trailed up the side of your neck and he nipped at your earlobe, pulling another gasp from your throat. He worried the flesh between the blunted ends of his teeth before tracing the shell of your ear with his tongue. At the same time, his right hand released your breast and drifted down your stomach before dipping between the folds of your labia.
You moaned, leaning against him further, as his experienced fingers rubbed loose circles around your clit. He blew a puff of air against your ear and you arched again, inadvertently pressing your hips into his hand. Your backside rubbed against his clothed crotch and he grunted into your ear, pressing his hips against you insistently.
With one swift movement, his pants were off and he was inside you, holding your back against his chest as he thrust into your heat. His mouth was still next to your ear and he groaned, dirty phrases falling from his lips. Comte’s dirty talking was always superb, but hearing him whisper to you in French while he fucked you was transcendental.
You had barely even started and your legs were already jelly. Comte’s arms tightened around your waist, holding you upright as he pounded into you. You hadn’t even made it to the bed; the two of you were still standing right by the doorway. Comte hadn’t even managed to get his clothes completely off.
His cock was nestled deep inside of you, the angle causing the tip to brush against your sweet spot with every thrust. You didn’t even have warning this time before you came, a cry tearing from your throat as your inner walls suddenly squeezed his cock. He swore, not having expected it, and he promptly followed you off the edge. He rutted into you until he was completely spent, slipping from your warmth. Your mixed fluids dripped from between your legs as you all but collapsed in his arms.
Comte was breathing heavily, as were you, but he held you upright. He wiped your sweaty bangs out of your eyes before pressing a loving kiss to your shoulder. “Let’s get cleaned up and get to bed,” he said, thankfully in English this time.
You agreed easily, relaxing against him, your hands on top of his. He chuckled. “Do you need me to carry you?”
“Mhm,” you agreed. “My legs don’t work anymore.”
“The second best compliment a man could receive,” Comte laughed. “Alright, chérie. Let’s get you into the bath.”
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You walked into the dining hall the next morning for breakfast, having been just a little behind this morning after the intense night you had had. Comte had gotten up just a little bit before you, intending on letting you sleep in. You stopped abruptly when you noticed that Comte and Arthur were chatting. In French, to your dismay.
When Comte noticed you, he smiled, a mischievous twinkle in his eye. You tensed up, giving him a warning glare.
“Bonjour, mon amour,” he said innocently. “Comment te sens-tu?”
You groaned and promptly turned on your heel, leaving the room without even sitting down. Comte chuckled and got up to follow you, his breakfast untouched.
Arthur, ever observant, watched you both leave before breaking into a conspiratorial grin of his own. “Sebas, I do believe your fellow housekeeper has fallen ill once again. I daresay we shan’t be seeing much of her again today.”
Sebastian’s exasperated sigh was his only response.
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