#Valley of 10 Peaks

[vox-anglosphere]

[spacepatrolhana]

flirting vs harassment

[thorsenmark]

Premium Outdoor Experiences in Death Valley National Park by Mark Stevens Via Flickr: A setting looking to the north-northeast while walking and taking in views across the many dunes ridges to my front with the scattered bushes and plant-life. This was located at the Mesquite Flat Sand Dunes area of Death Valley National Park.

[phantomrose96]

My dodgeball friends which are my tennis friends which are my biking friends which are my skiing friends took me skiing again yesterday.

It was only my third time skiing after 10+ years of not doing it, and surreptitiously ("surreptitiously") yesterday was a pure powder day, which we couldn't have predicted when we booked the tickets. Given the absolute zoo of the parking lot, I figured "powder" would be like skiing on a dream.

I was wrong. By god I was wrong. Powder makes you work 10x as hard to turn and control. Powder turns the ski slopes into checkboard patterns of mounds and valleys which, if taken at high enough speed, must generate some kind of musical note. Like a marimba of bad decisions.

I was making noises I wasn't proud of. I was watching my life flash before my eyes. I was voluntarily faceplanting in the snow one time, because my options were voluntary faceplant now or involuntary faceplant later at a speed I could only reach against my own will.

My one validation was reconvening with my friends at lunch and seeing that half of them also looked like they lost a long argument against God at the peak of that mountain, shoveling fries into their mouths and buying $5 powerade because it's that or death.

I got better like I got a feel for it as the day went on. But the fatigue stays with you. More than once I tried to tell my leg muscles to do something and they informed me the sodium-potassium channels were out to lunch. Informed me they were on their union-mandated break, but Good Luck to me and my own. I stopped on the slopes more than once to catch my breath. I flopped right over in the snow at the end of a run. And in the middle of it. And in the middle of the part before the middle.

I escaped the previous two ski sessions without being sore the next day but I knew this time I was done in. Did things to my legs that go against the Geneva convention. Would reap my consequences when the sun returned.

Woke up this morning. Legs were fine. Not just "not bad" but completely, 100% fine. As fine as if I'd done absolutely nothing the previous day.

My UPPER ARMS are killing me though. From, as best I can gather, the gargantuan, mammoth effort of... like pushing myself up from the snow like 5 times.

I should stop skipping arm day.

[wachinyeya]

A historically and culturally significant lake in California's San Joaquin Valley that first disappeared in 1898 has returned after last year's atmospheric rivers flooded the region.

Tulare Lake, known as Pa'ashi — or "big water" — to the local Tachi Yokut Tribe, was "once the largest body of freshwater west of the Mississippi River," per Earth.com.

Vivian Underhill, who published a paper on Tulare Lake as a postdoctoral research fellow at Northeastern University, noted it was mostly sustained by snowmelt from the Sierra Nevada mountains and was 100 miles long and 30 miles wide at its peak.

The lake served as a key resource for Indigenous Peoples and wildlife and was once robust enough to allow steamships to transport agricultural goods throughout the state.

However, government officials persecuted and displaced the indigenous communities in the late 1800s to convert the area for farming through draining and irrigation.

"They really wanted to get [land] into private hands so that indigenous land claims — that were ongoing at that time — would be rendered moot by the time they went through the courts," Underhill told the Northeastern Global News. "It was a deeply settler colonial project."

While Pa'ashi periodically reappeared during the 1930s, '60s, and '80s, the barrage of atmospheric rivers California experienced in 2023 revived the lake despite the region receiving just 4 inches of rain annually. According to Underhill, Tulare Lake is now the same size as Lake Tahoe, which is 22 miles long and 12 miles wide.

Its resurgence has led to the return of humid breezes at least 10 degrees cooler than average and native species, including fish, amphibians, and birds. Lake Tulare was once a stopping point for migratory birds traveling a route known as the Pacific Flyway.

"Something that continues to amaze me is — [the birds] know how to find the lake again," Underhill told the Northeastern Global News. "It's like they're always looking for it."

The Tachi Yokuts have also returned to Pa'ashi's shores, once again practicing their ceremonies and planting tule reeds and native sage.

[fishenjoyer1]

Fish of the Day

The fish of the day today is the devils hole pupfish!

The devils hole pupfish, scientific name Cyprinodon diabolis, is an endangered fish known to live in exactly one spot, Devils hole. Devils hole is a limestone cavern with a geothermal pool found in Nye county of Nevada, and a disconnected section of Death Valley National Park. The geothermal pool keeps the water at a consistent 33 degrees Celsius all seasons, and has low dissolved oxygen amounts. The surface of water at the cave is only 72ft by 12ft, but below that the cave descends deep into the earth. Below the surface pool there is a larger cavern descending to 150 meters at its deepest before branching into a smaller tube at the bottom, the depth of which is currently unknown.1965 two teenagers went diving in the hole with scuba gear, and were never seen again,  rescue divers sent after them found a dropped flashlight, and other scuba gear but the bodies were never found. One rescue diver dropped a weighted plate that fell a full 932ft without contacting a bottom to the chamber, describing the water below him as an "infinity chamber". Later scans of the cave revealed it is at least as deep as 1,247ft, although to this day the depth is still unknown. Another well known aspect of the cave is that it can be used to determine when there are earthquakes all over the world. The water surges and has displayed unique patterns during the 2022 Mexico 7.6 magnitude earthquake, along with other strong earthquakes further from the hole. Such as: the 2012 6.2 magnitude earthquake in Papua New Guinea, or the 2018 7.4 magnitude earthquake in Indonesia. Devils hole pupfish are known to live only in the first 80ft of the cave.

Devils hole pupfish are unique in appearance, getting only as large as an inch, and being one of few species that have no pelvic fins, however when raised in colder conditions these pupfish will regrow these appendages. As juveniles these fish are an off white color, and females retain some of this coloring in adulthood. This species has only ever been recorded with as many as 500 wild fish at its highest, hitting an all time low point of 42 fish in 2007. The more recent numbers are looking up however, and there were 263 pupfish observed in spring of 2022. The survival from egg to adulthood is small, but the likelihood with human effort that this fish will survive the test of time is high. Described as possibly the most isolated wild vertebrate species in the world. These fish live only 10-14 months, reaching sexual maturity at 8-10 weeks old and spawn year round with peaks in mid February-May, and a smaller peak in July-September. Due to the unique oxygen levels of devils hole, these fish have adapted to enter a state of tupor, similar to hibernation, where they can live anaerobically. This allows them to go without breathing for up to 2 hours, however they produce ethanol as a byproduct.

Most of the devils hole pupfish life is on the rocky outcrops of the surface waters of the cave system. Breeding, egg laying, diet, resting, and schedules surrounding the placement of the sun all depend on these rocky outcroppings of stone near the surface of the water. The diet of these fish is dependent on the rock outcroppings of the cave, as they eat anything they can find in the cave system. This includes: small freshwater crustaceans, beetles, flatworms, freshwater snails, inorganic matter made of small sections of the caves limestone, along with spirogyra and diatom algae, which grows on the rocks themselves and makes up most of the pupfish's diet. Due to their diet being mostly algae types, pupfish are incredibly susceptible to the seismic activity in the devils' hole, as it creates small tsunamis along surface water and washes away algae on the rocks, leaving them without a majority of their food source until it regrows. When these earthquakes happen the pupfish are known to flee into the deer waters of the cave until the water has stilled, and are thought to perhaps feel earthquakes before they happen, although not much research has been done on this yet.

Have a good Wednesday, everyone!

[asumofwords]

The Sublet - Roommate!AU

Warnings: She/her pronouns, slow burn, angst. Tags will be added as the fic goes along. Daddy kink, creampies, oral, finger fucking, edging, degradation, praise, fluff, spanking, hair pulling, spitting, bratty reader.

Pairings: Modern!Aemond x Reader

Summary: Living with Helaena Targaryen was one of the best decisions you had ever made. Meeting at university, the two of you became thick as thieves and quickly best friends, moving into a flat together. But what will happen when Helaena has to leave, and her quiet, brooding, brother moves in?

Notes: Hello angels, hehe sorry for the quiet, I have been so tired lately and have had not a lot of energy to write, but I hope you like this ! Anyyyyyway, ENJOY! <3

Chapter 10: Shifting and Changing

Warmth enveloped you as rose steadily from your sleep. A large arm was slung over your waist as a thumb brushed back and forth softly against your skin. You could feel the heat of his body at your back, your own tucked tightly against his chest, legs tangled together.

You blinked wearily in the early morning light that filled the room, feeling Aemond shift behind you, now aware that you were awake. Lips pressed against your shoulder, then your neck, then the spot below your ear, tingles shooting down your spine. 

Shifting, you rolled over to face him, looking up at the silver haired man who had stayed the night in your sheets, hand still over your waist, sliding down to settle over the curve of your naked hip, thumb resuming its mindless stroking. 

His hair was trapped beneath his head and pillow, unbrushed and messed, a small lock curving over his forehead and cheek as it slid lower whilst he looked at you with a half hooded eye. Aemond didn’t look tired, but instead well rested, no dark rings beneath his eyes, seeing and unseeing.

His lips pulled into a shy smile at you. “Morning.” He hummed, voice thick with sleep.

You couldn’t help the smile that slid on your own lips, “Morning.” You greeted back, “Did you sleep?”

Aemond hummed in agreement, thumb pressing into your hip as you stifled a yawn. The light of the sun streamed through gaps in your curtains, and the warmth of the rays made Aemond’s eye brighter.

“No run this morning?” You probed, hoping it wouldn’t remind him that he had broken his schedule. 

He shook his head in a soft no, pulling you closer, “Not today.”

You could feel his hardening length against your hip, and heat settled into your gut, heart beating steadily in your chest.

“But what about your cardio?” You teased, hand pressed against his chest above his heart in mock concern.

Aemond pushed his tongue into his cheek, hiding away a smirk.

“Guess you’ll have to make up for it then, won’t you?”

Large hands flipped you beneath him, small squeal springing from your lips as you giggled, Aemond’s head dipping to nip and kiss at your neck, your back arching to give him access.

He kissed down your body, spending ample time to nip and suck at your breasts, blowing cool and teasing air at your stiffened peaks. You whined and squirmed beneath him, feeling wetness gather between your thighs, his length throbbing against your leg. 

But he continued downward, not canting his hips forward to slide through your folds, kissing down the valley of your breasts, the sensitive sides of your stomach, before ripping the apparently offensive bedsheets away from him to expose your body to the room. 

A sudden shyness struck through you, and you moved to close your legs, feeling exposed and anxious. Aemond flicked his eye up to you and pressed a sweet kiss to your hip bone, smoothing a hand against your thigh as you looked down at him settling on the bed.

“Relax,” He cooed at you sweetly, pressing a kiss to your opposite hip, “Let me take care of you.”

Your pulse quickened as you watched him lean forward to press his lips, eye still on your face, at the junction of your thigh, a teasing whisper of a kiss that he then repeated on the other side. 

Aemond spread his hands over you to keep your hips from thrusting upwards, hair falling over his face. In a split second decision, you tucked an unruly lock behind his ear, nail scraping behind it and down his neck as you looked at him. 

You could have sworn you saw a blush creep on his cheeks, and there was no denying the heavy breath that puffed over your mound from the action. 

Leaning forward he pressed a lingering kiss to your pearl, pleasure seeping up inside of you. He did it again, then again, eye on you, before it slid shut and the pink of his tongue moved to part your folds.

“Taste so good.” He moaned into your folds.

A heady sigh fell from your lips as the tip of his tongue curled against your clit, a low hum emanating from his chest, sending vibrations up your core. He fell into a slow rhythm, licking and suckling at your core whilst pleasure wound inside of you quickly, his tongue skilled and precise, yet lazy enough to draw it out in the early light of the morning. 

It was clear he wanted to take his time with you, and take his time with you he did. Moving slowly and sweetly until you were bucking your hips up at him, desperate to finally fall over your peak. 

“Please.” You begged quietly, watching as Aemond lifted his head from your centre, plump lips wet with your arousal.

His tongue darted out to lick his bottom lip, “Please what?”

You whined desperately, lifting your hips in show of what you want, feeling heat spread across your cheeks. 

“Use your words, baby.”

Your core clenched looking down at him as you saw how his pupil was blown wide with lust, and nearly swallowed the colour of his iris. How he laid so comfortably between your thighs, soft blush on his cheeks from arousal. How his lips were reddened from use, and how the corner twitched as he saw you flush.

“Please let me cum.” You whimpered softly, head tilting back as you screwed your eyes shut in embarrassment. 

How he turned you into a puddle with no effort at all was a testament to how good he made you feel.

“Good girl.” Aemond praised you sweetly, taking a hand from your thigh, long fingers rubbing up and down through your folds, tips catching on your entrance. 

Your heart raced as you waited in anticipation, trying, and failing, to keep your hips still for him. Two long digits slid inside of you and instantly curled upwards, pressing into the rough patch within. 

You mewled loudly, back arching off the bed, to which Aemond shushed you gently, blowing cool air on your sensitive bud teasingly before pressing a tender kiss on top. He dragged his fingers forward slowly, then back, in a come hither movement inside, pressure going upwards. 

You knew that if he wanted to, he could bring you to your peak like that on its own, but Aemond didn’t want to just use his fingers, he wanted to make you fall apart on his mouth, and thus he started to lick and suckle at your clit once more, fingers moving in tandem.

The coil in your gut that had been steadily tightening became tighter, your core clenching around his fingers, causing him to speed up his actions. 

He knew you were close. 

“You gonna cum for me?” He breathed against you, fingers not stopping.

You looked down at him and nodded in a rush, pulling your bottom lip into your mouth roughly to bite. 

“Good girl. Want you to cum for me, okay?”

“Please.”

You were so close, so so close to the edge, and all it took was for him to draw your pearl into his mouth, teeth grazing it softly as he sucked. 

The coil snapped and you came with a whine, back arching off of the bed as his hand and mouth fucked you through your release, prolonging it for as long as possible whilst you floated through ecstasy.

Aemond slid his fingers from you, whimper from overstimulation bursting from your lips as you writhed beneath him, his plump lips pressing soothing kisses against your core as he looked up, panting on the bed, heart strumming in your chest.

You watched as he sucked his fingers into his mouth, licking them clean with a hum, eye sliding shut. A strum of arousal raced through you at the sight, and your core clenched around nothing. 

Gods he was beautiful.

Aemond crawled back up your body, encouraged by your grabbing hands as you hauled him up to you, kissing him sensually in thanks but also laced with satiated fatigue. He settled into bed beside you, head held up by a propped elbow, soothing hand running over your hip and stomach. 

You hummed, looking up at him as he smiled sweetly, yet almost smugly at you. 

You smiled back, and felt the twitch of his hardened cock at your hip. You slid your hand down to grasp him softly, rolling your hand up and down his length languidly, taking your time like he had done with you. 

His eye slid shut, and soon you pulled him atop you, settling him between your thighs. 

Aemond came within you after the both of you took your time, quiet kisses, soft slapping of hips, grunts, whines and moans falling from the two of you. And by the time you were done, you were both laying sticky in your sheets, chests rising and falling from exertion. 

“No need for a run now I guess.” You cheeked, turning your head so that you could smirk at him. 

Aemond huffed a laugh, “Shut up.”

You both dissolved into tired giggles, the warmth from each others bodies and the highs of your releases casting a soporific effect over the two of you. And so, the both of you laid in bed for a while longer, content to bask in comfortable silence until Aemond encouraged you to use the loo, and he parted ways to make his morning coffee, and a mug of tea for you.

You drank your tea with Aemond at the dining table, chairs pulled close together as you leant against him, happy to sit in the quiet once more with him. He had pressed kisses to the top of your head as he read your selected poems of Emily Dickinson.

The day dissolved much the same, reading, small chatter, and endless rounds of Aemond driving his length inside of you or diving his head between your thighs. By the end of the day your core ached, and you had to beg him with giggly giddiness for a break. 

It was nice to see him like this. Relaxed, comfortable. 

Happy. 

It wasn’t something you had seen yet, and each time that he smiled, or huffed a laugh, your heart would race and warmth would bloom in your chest. And as the day got longer and moved into night, there was a nagging little voice in the back of your head to 'turn back now’. That you were in too deep, that you needed to leave whilst you can before you got burnt. 

But that little voice was a product of fear and hurt from Jason, and the beginnings of whatever this was between you and Aemond. And so with a steadying breath, you pushed that anxiety away, settling to enjoy his company.

Aemond made you dinner that night, and you watched him cook, leant against the bench as you listened to his music, intermittently queueing your own. You would make teasing comments about his taste, especially when more than one Deftones song had come on, and he had done the same for you, rolling his eye when yet another Lana song would come on. But he never skipped it, and you swore that once you had even seen his mouth move almost imperceptibly over the lyrics.

“Of course Emily and Susan were dating.” You said incredulously, watching as Aemond twirled another length of pasta around his fork, eye on you. 

He lifted a brow at you, “And what makes you say that?” He brought the pasta to his open mouth and watched as irritation rolled through you in amusement. 

Your brows pulled together in frustration, “Dickinson wrote multiple times of their shared love! 'When love first began, on the step at the front door, and under the Evergreens.’ How is that not an indication of a love affair?”

Aemond’s jaw ticked, tongue in cheek as he swallowed his pasta, watching as you stabbed your own with your fork, shovelling it into your mouth as you waited for him to reply. 

“I just don’t see it.” He argued, mischief glinting in his eye. 

You didn’t know whether you wanted to kiss him or scream at him.

“What do you mean you can’t see it? What is there not to see? What of when she wrote ‘I need her — I must have her, Oh give her to me!’ Who would say that about a friend?”

“I’m sure plenty of people have written of their friends in such a way.”

“You are knowingly denying a blinding truth!”

A smirk wound wide on his lips, “Blinding, hey?” You blushed, suddenly feeling terrible for using such wording around him, but if Aemond was offended, he didn’t show it, and instead moved on to continue teasing you, "’To own a Susan of my own, is of itself a Bliss, whatever Realm I forfeit, Lord, continue me in this.’” He recited perfectly to a T, watching as your frown deepened.

He was playing with you.

“Do you purposely provoke me?” You growled, cheeks feeling hot as annoyance spread in your chest.

Another smirk, “Only when you look so sweet when flustered.” He mused, twirling pasta up his fork again, watching as your mouth gaped open, unsure of how to move forward. 

“You’re such a dick.” You grumped, standing to take your bowl to the kitchen. You felt Aemond’s heated gaze on your back the entire time. 

“What did you say?” His voice called out, lower, deeper, grating.

Your hair stood on end, goosebumps erupting over you as you dumped your bowl and fork into the dishwasher, before you turned back to the dining room. 

“I said,” You breathed, crossing the room, feeling all too frustrated to not follow through, looking down at him with conviction, “That you’re a dick.”

Aemond’s jaw ticked as he looked up at you, hand twitching on the table, legs spread out widely taking up space, and if you weren’t irritated with his ability to set off your temper so easily, you would have jumped into his lap.

He clicked his tongue at you, “Say that again.”

A little jolt of fear wound its way up your spine.

But the desire to piss him off was stronger. 

“You’re,” You empathised loudly, pronouncing each syllable as clearly as you could, “A di-“

The words were snatched from your chest as a large hand grabbed your arm and tugged you down onto the table, his tall, lithe figure standing from his chair. You lost your balance, his strength pulling you to bend down over the tables edge, his body suddenly folding over yours as he breathed in your ear.

“Get off me.” You grunted, trying to wriggle away from him, ass rubbing against the front of his pants, his cock hardening beneath.

“Don’t think so, princess. You want to finish what you were saying?”

You paused, heart racing in your chest with your cheek pressed against the wood, “No.” You snapped brattily, trying to push yourself up, to find his hand square on your back. 

Aemond tutted at you from behind, one hand sliding up the back of your thigh and over your ass. He gripped the sleep shorts you were wearing and tugged them down, a small gasp jerked from your lips.

His hand moved back, rubbing the skin, “That wasn’t very nice of you was it? Hm?” 

You frowned at him from below, side of your face pressed into the table.

“What? Gone quiet now? Come on, what did you call me?”

You swallowed thickly, feeling desire settle straight to your core at the way he spoke to you, his voice low and husky with arousal. 

His hand lifted suddenly, and crashed down against your flesh, a sharp cry tumbling forth as pain spread through your cheek. He soothed the globe of your ass with his hand, signet ring cold against the hot flesh.

“Come on, say it with your chest.”

His hand struck down on your ass again, heat spreading across it painfully, core clenching around nothing. 

You shook your head defiantly, not wanting to give in just yet. 

“Suit yourself.” He purred by your ear before standing to his full height, hand casting down against you, again, and again, small cries and whines coming from below as you writhed on the table, the hard of the wood pressed against your breasts and hipbones.

The pain was addictive, warmth spreading through your entire body, and soon your cries and whimpers turned to desperate moans and whines, hips tilting backwards towards him, the cool air of the room making the slick on your thighs cold on your flesh.

Aemond hissed from behind, hand dragging down away from the welted flesh of your ass, down between your cheeks and straight to your folds. He dragged a long finger through them, swiping up your arousal as he tutted you.

“Look at you. So fucking wet for me.”

You melted, hiding your face into the table in embarrassment.

A hand gripped your hair tightly and twisted your head to the side, a hooded singular eye peering down at you, “Don’t hide. Open.” 

You pressed your lips together in a final act of defiance, staring at him with heat in your gaze. 

Aemond laughed meanly, lifting his finger to his lips to suck.

“Mmm,” His eye slid shut, “So sweet.” He licked his lips, hand moving back between your folds to swipe up more of your slick, bringing it up towards your face again.

“Open.” His tone was sharper, authority dripping from his tongue. 

Your lips parted and you opened your mouth for him, but instead of placing his finger upon your tongue, he took it back to his, sucking on it lewdly before he leant forward and spat into your open mouth.

“Swallow.”

Your lips closed, and your eyes slid shut, small needy whimper rumbling in the back of your throat as you swallowed, the faint taste of your arousal on your tongue.

“Let’s try this again.” He whispered to you, hand tightening in your hair, “Are you going to apologise to daddy for what you said?”

You shook your head.

No.

Aemond adjusted his jaw, standing to his full height, hand pulling your head back as he came behind you, before thrusting his fingers into your folds roughly. You cried out loudly into the quiet of the dining room as he set a quick and brutal pace, thrusting in and out of your heat without mercy.

“Beg.” He drawled from behind, the sound of your wet loud between you.

“Ah!” A particularly hard thrust sent sparks coursing up your body.

“Beg like a good little slut.”

You were close.

So close.

Coil winding tighter and tighter, your walls fluttering around his fingers, pleasure blooming within your gut.

Almost th-

Aemond ripped his fingers out of you, preventing you from reaching your peak. You whined, chest pressed against the wood, disappointment and frustrating rising inside of you.

You squirmed, trying to chase his hands.

He laughed meanly behind you, “Did you want something?”

A high pitch curse was cast towards him, and Aemond only laughed harder, dragging those fingers up through your folds again before pushing back inside of you. He set the pace quickly again, the coil inside winding tighter, and tighter, getting so close again.

“You close?” He purred into your ear. 

You nodded your head, mind hazy and limbs feeling like they were beginning to float. 

Aemond pulled his hand away again, and a sob fell from your lips.

“Too bad.” He snickered, watching as you rubbed your thighs together, desperate to alleviate the ache between them. “Come on baby, be a good girl for daddy.” His fingers pressed against your slick and swollen clit, slowly rubbing a circle into it, “Are you sorry?”

“Ngh.” A broken sob came from your chest, hand flying blindly behind you to try and grab and pull him closer to you. 

Aemond slapped your hand away carelessly, pressing his fingers almost painfully against your clit.

“Come on baby, be a good girl for daddy and I’ll let you cum.”

Tears gathered in your eyes in frustration as you panted, squeezing your eyes shut.

“Please.” You begged, “Please.”

“Please what, baby? Come on, you’re a smart girl. Use that brain of yours. Or are you all dumb now?”

You turned your head to look at him, pleading him with your eyes. 

“You all dumb, baby? I’ve barely touched you.” He mocked and it went straight to your core.

“Please. Please let me cum.” You begged, spreading your legs wider, hips tilted towards him, his finger sliding down to your entrance, tracing a teasing circle around it, never quite dipping inside. 

“Use your words.”

“I’m sorry.” You acquiesced, “Please let me cum. Please daddy.” Too desperate to care, needing to reach your peak.

Aemond finger pressed inside of you finally, curling downwards to brush against the spongey spot within, thumb pressing against your pearl. The coil began to wind again as Aemond moved back to his brutal pace, the wet sound of your slick behind you.

If you weren’t so desperate to cum, you would have blushed.

“There you go, baby. That wasn’t so hard, huh?”

A shattered whine fell from your lips as you felt your peak wash over you, Aemond fucking his hand inside of you faster than before to draw out your pleasure. You floated through cloud nine, limbs tingling and mind numb.

You slumped against the table, feeling his fingers drag out of you and the rustling of clothes behind. 

Aemond didn’t give you a chance to catch your breath before he was thrusting into you from behind, his hips clapping against your ass, the table jutting against the floor as each thrust had your toes barely touching the floor. 

Each snap of his hips pushed the air out of your lungs in squeaks or cries, pleasure too much for your mind to handle as you slumped against the table, barely there, just a body for him to fuck. 

“You cock dumb already, baby?” He teased watching as you sighed dreamily as he drilled into your cunt, “Fuck. Such a pretty dumb little baby, aren’t you?”

You nodded your head, happiness swirling in your chest as you felt the coil inside of you begin to wind again.

“So fucking tight for daddy.” Aemond hissed, accentuating each word with a thrust, your walls gripping him tightly, "You gonna cum again, baby? Can feel you squeezing me.”

You hummed at him, his hand wrenching your head up by your hair as he rutted into you, tip of his cock brushing against your cervix with every thrust, his girth stretching you wide open on his shaft.

The sound of him plowing into your wet folds was loud in your ears, and Aemond huffed a small laugh by the side of your face.

“So fucking wet for me, aren’t you? Listen to that pretty little pussy. Such a dirty, bratty lil slut, aren’t you?” He breathed, his thrusts beginning to become erratic as he neared his release, “You gonna cum on daddy’s cock again?”

“Yes daddy. Pl-ease.” You babbled, eyes rolling in the back of your skull as he drilled into you.

Aemond grunted, dropping your head back against the table, both hands coming to grab your hips, fingers digging into your flesh as he fucked into you faster and harder, “Cum for me then. Come on, be a good little girl for daddy and cum on my cock.”

His words went straight to your core, the coil snapping, and with a long and broken whine you came beneath him, mind going blank as pleasure rolled through you hotly, shooting up through your limbs as your walls gripped him tightly. 

You don’t remember much after that, only that Aemond had brought you down from the clouds you were in softly, taking you to shower with him and helping to do your skin care routine, eventually tucking you into bed with him as he held you, where the both of you fell asleep in each others embrace.

The next week you were inseparable, bar your time at work. 

Aemond could not take his hands off of you, taking you whenever and wherever he could. 

The dining table, wood creaking beneath your weight. Or upon one of the chairs, riding him as he fucked up into you.

In the kitchen against the bench, or once, with your body half out the window in the last dregs of daylight, where anyone who dared to look up had the possibility to see. 

On the couch. 

In your room.

You even showered together, which always started off as a non sexual, strictly business ordeal, and always ended with him pressing you against the shower wall and fucking you breathless, leaving you to wash yourselves down once more. 

And there was no denying anything anymore.

No denying the shift.

The draw to him.

No denying the connection the two of you had.

Or the electricity that sparked between you.

There was a change between the two of you, something that had been given the space to bloom, growing steadily with each moment, leaving him giving you lingering glances, and you casting longing looks towards him when neither were looking. 

Each night he slept in bed with you, and each night he fucked you into a stupor. And every time after would dissolve into giggles and smiles and the soft hum of content.

Each day was new.

Each day was fresh.

Each day a brick was steadily taken down from the wall he had built around himself.

And each day you felt yourself growing dangerously close to falling in love with Aemond Targaryen.

Thanks so much for reading along with me, if you wish to be added to the tag list please let me know :) Likes and reblogs are greatly appreciated ! Enjoy <3

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[harpersessentials]

+40 CC-FREE LOTS FOR COPPERDALE

my current puppy love legacy is living in copperdale so it's more than time to make a list of cc-free lots to better explore the world!

1 - Hillside Haven (30x20)

Woodland Chalet (Residential) by @xogerardine

Edgewood (Residential) by @xogerardine

Hillside Haven House (Residential) by @futurelabs

2 - Little Falls Nook (20x20)

Wandsworth (Residential) by @xogerardine

Clodien (Residential) by @xogerardine

Little Falls Nook (Residential) by @alerionjkeee

Clinique du Chien Bleu (Vet) by @simsontherope

3 - BridgeCreek Drive (30x30)

Pine Lodge (Residential) by @xogerardine

Eriksen's House (Residential) by @alerionjkeee

Fern Hill (Residential) by @xogerardine

4 - Totter Park (50x40)

Ambleside Lighthouse (Residential) by @xogerardine

Fall Festival (Park) by @ladychaos

5 - LaSuli Point (20x15)

Blakey Cottage (Residential) by @xogerardine

Copperdale Family House (Residential) by @alerionjkeee

LaSuli Cabin (Residential) by @futurelabs

Chloe's House (Residential) by @alerionjkeee

Roseberry (Residential) by @xogerardine

Jocelyn Shack (Residential) by @xogerardine

6 - Golden Peak (30x30)

Copperdale Family House (Residential) by @kevinandthesims

7 - Lakeview Library (20x20)

Bowling & Arcade Alley (Generic) by @spookcy

Cosy Grandma's House (Residential) by @kevinandthesims

8 - ThriftTea (20x15)

Chic en Fripes (Thriftea) by @simsontherope

Thrift and Bubble Tea Store (Thriftea) by @alerionjkeee

Copperdale Internet Café (Café) by @spookcy

Thriftea Reno (Thriftea) by @ratboysims

9 - Town Square Terrace (20x15)

Rocky Mountain Record Traders (Generic) by @alerionjkeee

Town Square Restaurant (Restaurant) by @futurelabs

Latchemere (Residential) by @xogerardine

Hazel Valley (Residential) by @xogerardine

L'Arriere-Boutique (Residential) by @simsontherope

Laundromat (Generic) by @spookcy

10 - Water Tower Way (20x15)

Family House (Residential) by @spookcy

Copperdale Starter House (Residential) by @jezabeel

11 - Copperdale High School (64x64)

Copperdale Highschool (Highschool) by @ladychaos

Copperdale High School (Highschool) by @theseptembersim

Copperdale High School (Highschool) by @mallunch

Copperdale High School (Highschool) by @xogerardine

Copperdale High Scool (Highschool) by @alerionjkeee

Lycée de Copperdale (Highschool) by @simsontherope

Copperdale High School (Highschool) by @lava-nder

Copperdale High School (Highschool) by @spookcy

12 - Auditorium (30x20)

Auditorium (Auditorium) by @mallunch

Auditorium (Auditorium) by @peacemaker-ic*

Auditorium (Auditorium) by @alerionjkeee

[thesimquarter]

Quick appreciation of the slightly cursed renders in the GBA manuals for the sims: bustin’ out & the urbz.

Anyways, did you know? The handbooks for the first two handheld Sims games has some unique descriptions for many of the characters!

These are the ‘Meet Your Neighbors’ pages of of The Sims: Bustin’ Out (GBA) and The Urbz: Sims in the City (GBA & DS) in the official game manuals.

[TRANSCRIPTION UNDER CUT]

[page 1]

MEET YOUR SIMVALLEY NEIGHBORS For a small town, SimValley has a lot of colorful characters for your Sim to get acquainted with. This section gives you a peak at just a few of the people who populate your Sim’s new home town.

Dusty Hogg - This bad boy biker plays by his own rules. While rumors around town state that he still lives with his parents, we don’t recommend you tease him about that—or anything else.

Mad Willy Hurtzya - Mad Willy knows a thing or two about going 10 rounds. Quick to solve a problem by applying his fists, he's definitely more of a fighter than a lover

Eddie Renalin - Although some Sims say that Eddie used to be a skinny twerp of a kid, those allegations have never been proven. Though short on smarts, these days Eddie's the biggest and strongest guy around town.

Bucki Brock - Bucki is a straight shooter who was born and raised right in the Valley. This is one girl who knows a cow from a steer and that's no bull.

Daddy Bigbucks - Daddy is sure enough a big spender. Your Sim will want to keep on his god side a to ensure they're near the drainpipe should any of that wealth trickle down.

Det. Dan D. Mann - Detective Dan D. Mann is the police presence in SimValley. He prides himself on keeping the SimValley streets safe and boasts that jaywalking is down 25% since he took on the beat.

[page 2]

O. Phil McClean - While O. Phil McClean isn’t the friendliest fisherman your Sim will ever meet, he does know the best spots for reeling in the biggest fish. If your Sim can get to know this crusty angler, he might tell them just what he’s using for bait.

Ephram Earl - This otherworldly neighbor is very familiar with things that go bump in the night. A bit on the loony side, this ghost can still give your Sim some of the worldly belongings that he no longer needs.

Misty Waters - Misty is responsible for keeping swimming Sims from expiring in the watery deep. She prides herself on staying fit, all the better to save lives and look good in her work uniform... a swimsuit.

Chet R. Chase - No hoity-toity, fancy French cooking for Chet R. Chase. A SimValley native, Chet serves up a tasty plate o' vittles that’s pure down home cooking.

Olde Salty - Olde Salty is the SimValley fish monger. He's a grumpy old sailor so ye'd best be wary of what ye say!

Nicki Knack - This SimValley old timer has made it her business to put her nose in everyone else's. A devoted collector of this and that, Nicki really might have a use for some of the items your Sim can't use.

Uncle Hayseed - Thanks to Uncle Hayseed’s generous invitation to come and spend the summer in SimValley, your Sim has a chance to enjoy the slower-paced life of country livin’ at its finest.

[Page 3]

Giuseppi Mezzoalto - Some Sims are suspicious of this Giuseppi and think that he sometimes uses his van for moving people's things—whether he hired or not, But when it's time to relocate, his big, roomy van does the trick for toting a Sim’s possessions across town.

In addition to this cast of characters, there are many more Sims around town who can become friends, roommates, or more!

[Page 4]

Darius - King of the Streeties, Darius has moves on the court and is a straight shooter when it comes to darts. He can usually be found at his hangout, Club Xizzle. Remember to stay away from his hotdogs.

Kris Thistle - Kris Thistle is King Tower's janitor. Outgoing, with a touch of attitude, she's more at home in her darkroom than behind a mop.

Daddy Bigbucks - Sim Valley's big spender moved to Miniopolis with plans to buy the entire city! Keep your eyes and ears open—this cat is definitely up to something.

Polly Nomial - Queen of the Nerdies and Associate Professor at the university, Polly is one smart cookie. If you're lucky, she might show you her vintage dictionary collection.

Roxanna Moxie - Flamboyant and fearless, Roxanna Moxie is the Carnival ringmaster and Queen of the Artsies. Fond of the bizarre, she counts the founding of the carnival's first freak show among her greatest achievements.

Luthor L Bigbucks III - Luthor is son and heir to Daddy Bigbucks' financial empire. A jetsetter and King of the Richies, Luthor walks the walk, but didn’t quite inherit his father’s evil streak.

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MEET YOUR NEIGHBORS The city is full of people for your Urb to get acquainted with. This section gives you the rundown on some of the people you'll meet.

Darius - King of the Streeties, Darius can usually be found at his hangout, Club Xizzle. Remember to stay away from his corndogs.

Kris Thistle - The King Tower janitor is outgoing, with a touch of attitude. Kris is more at home in her darkroom than behind a mop.

Daddy Bigbucks - Sim Valley's big spender moved to Miniopolis with plans to buy the entire city! Keep your eyes and ears open—he's definitely up to something.

Futo Maki - This construction worker oversaw the renovation of Splicer Island before it was shut down. Maybe you can put him back to work.

Sharona Faster - Sharona had plans to operate a water taxi to Splicer Island, until Daddy Bigbucks squashed her dream.

Jack I. Deal - This big man used to work for Daddy Bigbucks himself, but now he's got different ideas on how to earn his living.

Busta Cruz - This guy is a born entertainer. He keeps the Urbz amusement levels up.

Downloads to the full manuals can be found in this archive.

[tango-but-everywhere]

Thank you for the very helpful diagram, Zed!

zedaph, season 10 episode 2

[ID: a minecraft screenshot from hermitcraft 10. It’s taken from quite high up and far away, showing a view of a forest-jungle-stony peaks valley. On one side of the valley, there is a tiny diamond-blue shape. On the other, a brown shape with blonde hair. It’s Tango and Zedaph, and they’re labelled as such with white arrows and captions that read ‘Tango,’ and ‘Me.’ End ID]

[xoalsferalmindscape]

R!Leo x Reader

This appeared in my brain so I had to write it (and it took me forEVER)

⚠All characters depicted are 18+⚠

⚠NSFW⚠

Minors DNI!!

Youre horny. Mind numbingly so.

You sit on your bed, rubbing your thighs together, and man, you missed Leo. Your mind fuels the flames of your lust, feeding you images of him fucking you.

Holding you close while he ruts into, kissing along your neck, filling up up and fuck- you're soaked.

Well that's a pair of panties ruined.

You smirk, an idea popping into your head. Why should you be the only one who's desperately horny?

You take your phone and snap a variety of spicy photos and send them Leo's way. You turn your phone off and set it on the nightstand.

Some 10 minutes later, you know exactly when Leo sees the pictures, because he steps out of the portal he spawned in your room.

"Mi amor...."

He steps towards you, cupping you face in one hand and pulls you in for a kiss.

You pull him on top of you and you both melt into tangled limbs as your lips and tongues clashing needily. You whimper softly when he slots his leg between yours and presses his thigh against your soaking cunt.

"Oh Hermosa..... Youre driving me wild.... Youre so wet for me babe~"

You moan as he sloppily kisses at your neck and grinds his thigh against you in a steady pace.

"Leo, baby~," you moan, "I need you~"

Leo chuckles. "In due time mi amor. Just be patient, okay?" You nod as he resumes the attack on your neck, sucking hickeys onto the skin. You roll your hips against his thigh, desperate for friction.

Leo plants kisses along your jaw before pulling back to look at your face; lips parted and kiss swollen, bruises forming on your neck from where he sucked.

"You're so beautiful, mi vida...." He says lovingly as he grabs the hem of your t-shirt and pulls it off, no bra since you were home alone. He kisses softly from your collarbone to the valley between your breasts, which he gently grabs with his hands and squeezes gently as he licks up the valley, making you shiver in delight.

He turns his attention to the right boob, running his thumb over your nipple before taking in his mouth, sucking and swirling his tongue around the peak. You moan softly as he runs his tongue over the sensitive peak, before switching to the left one and giving it the same treatment.

Once he's finished with your breasts, he kisses down your stomach, stopping between your legs. He hooked a finger into the waistband of your shorts, pulling it and snapping it back against you. He moved to your thighs, slowly kissing and licking and sucking at the skin. You internally begged him to go farther, to take your shorts off and stuff you full of that cock you love so much.

He didn't, just kept working your thighs. He smirked up at you, and you knew he was teasing. He loved to do this. To take so long, move so painfully slow, to give you a taste of what you want without ever actually giving it to you. He liked to see how long until you begged.

You contemplated begging, wondering if you could get out of the humiliation. Leo licked along your thigh, running his tongue on the seam of your hip, and it was all over for you.

"Leo, baby, please. Dont tease me like this." You whined. He looked up at you with that stupid smirk.

"What do you want, mi amor? Use your words." You can feel your cheeks heat up.

"I want you, Leo. I need you. Please." You begged, and he smirked, pulling you shorts and panties off in one go.

"Holy shit, mi vida. Youre soaked." He nuzzles his beak into your cunt and licks a stripe up your slit, illiciting a sharp gaspy moan from you. He wastes no time, wrapping his lips around and sucking on your clit as he slips a finger inside you, and holy shit he was good at that.

Leo basked in your obscene moans and whimpers as he licked and sucked the bundle of nerves, working his finger in and out a little before adding another. You moan at the delicious feeling as he pushes his fingers deeper.

He looks up at your face, loving to see it all flustered and blissed. He curls his fingers inside you, carefully searching until he knows he's found the sweet spot. He doubles down, sucking harder and curling faster. He uses his other hand to hold your hips down, to still you from bucking and rolling your hips against him. He lets his mouth off your clit for a moment.

"Stay still, okay? Youre doing so good for me, mi amor."

Youre so close. You can feel your orgasm building within you, Leo guiding it out with his fingers and tongue. The room is filled with the sounds of your moans and the downright sinful squelching sound Leo fingering you produces.

Youre so close. Back arching of the bed as you moan, Leos mouth hard at work. Youre so close. Hips desperately trying to grind against his face, desperate and needy for more friction, for that final release. Youre so close. Leos fingers pumping in and out of your pussy, a curl of his digits drawing a whimper from your lips.

When you finally cum, you cum hard. You let out a moan loud enough that you know seeing your neighbors tomorrow will be awkward. But you don't care about that right now. The only thing on your mind, is Leo.

He climbs up next to you, wrapping his arms around you and nuzzling into your neck.

"What about you? You don't you want to cum?" You ask after recovering front the intense orgasm.

"Baby," Leo chuckles, "It isn't about me, youre the only thing that matters." Your heart melts and gosh, how did you get so lucky?

[idkman-ijustwannamakeatournament]

Round 1: Match 17

"Two Sides of the Same Coin"- Two things that are regarded as part of the same thing. Even if they're very different, they have at least one common thread that helps them fit into this trope.

Propaganda (under the cut):

Hajime Hinata and Nagito Komaeda:

"Both of them grew up talentless in a society where talent is basically everything, where the prestigious Hope’s Peak Academy believed and enforced that if you don’t have a talent then you won’t ever really amount to anything or live a fulfilling life.

The difference between them is that Nagito accepted his place as a “stepping stone” for people with talent, viewing himself as worthless unless used as a tool, while Hajime tried to get into Hope’s Peak Academy and discover a talent so he could be confident in his future, taking drastic measures (signing up for an experimental project that ended up erasing his entire personality) to become something more. the parallels between them make me unwell"

Wen Kexing and Zhou Zishu:

"the two of them are quite different in a lot of ways! wen kexing is much more flamboyant and dramatic, always standing out and wearing bright colors and looking for a show, while zhou zishu is much more subdued, trying to go unnoticed and draw the least amount of attention possible. wen kexing is all for big displays of bloody violence that have little planning and are intended to be watched and attributed to him. zhou zishu is all for subtly and covert ways of getting rid of people that can't be traced back to him at all and wipe out all witnesses and is always having to plan like 10 steps ahead. wen kexing is super talkative while zhou zishu is generally quiet. wen kexing represents the terror on the martial arts world while zhou zishu represents the terror on the imperial world. wen kexing is from the ghost valley that uses the water of lethe/oblivion, the inverse being drunk like a dream which is used by window of heaven which is where zhou zishu is from.

as for similarities, they were both innocent children set up to have a good and upright life, but experienced a loss that set them on a path that lead both of them to become the leaders of two of the worst/most evil organizations in the world. their martial arts abilities are equal to each other. and they're canonically soulmates and say that they're the only ones who can truly understand each other."

[miseta]

Chapter 10 ➺ Not a cloud in sight

Hey readers! I think this chapter can almost be read as a one shot as long as you read the summary first! It's a shorter and very fluffy chapter, still minor DNI sorry. Thanks, tough ones, that are keeping up with that really long story! It's still not the end of it!

Starting over in Madrid

Misa Rodriguez x Reader (Nicky/first person)

After moving to Madrid as the new Real Madrid photographer, Nicky's eyes can't look away from the pretty face of Misa Rodriguez. But how is she going to handle her growing desire for the Canarian goalkeeper when her working contract's strictly forbidding her to date players?

Chapter 1 ➺ A harder job than I thought Chapter 2 ➺ Clearly on a bad slope Chapter 3 ➺ Calmly panicking Chapter 4 ➺ Hell Clasico Chapter 5 ➺ Valleys and peaks Chapter 6 ➺ Paris est magique! Chapter 7 ➺ In the haze Chapter 8 ➺ Confusion and directions Chapter 9 ➺ A place for words

TW: smut +18, mention of periods 4,5K words

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"Ladies and gentlemen please remain seated and attached during takeoff ."

My fingers squeezed the hand she had let out for me on the armrest.

"I’m glad I’m not seated next to you when we travel with the Real or I’d have a broken hand by now!" the goalkeeper chuckled lightly and winced, my grip crushing her palm as I focused on the cover of a magazine stored in the back of the seat in the front row. "Relax and enjoy your fight to Formentera" the title said provocatively. I was nowhere close to being relaxed, Misa’s poor hand being the proof of my fear of flying right now. 

I had never been an air person, afraid of highs, planes, and even of kites when I was young. My two feet had always felt right on spot when being firmly on the ground or at least less than ten feet above it. That was why I couldn’t even answer the goalie when the plane quitted the earth and took off toward the sky at full speed. 

I closed my eyes and tried hard to concentrate on the warm and large hand under mine. My grip loosen slightly, my palm was sweating and I wiped it on my jeans before taking Misa’s hand back. Her skin felt soft, her fingertips attempted soothing motions and succeed at making me loose my focus on the speed, the high and the feeling of being trapped. Misa’s fingers were always distracting.

The plane stabilized and the now familiar "seatbelt is no longer required" sound rang out and my eyes flung opened. "Respira, Cariño. Estoy aquí para ti", Misa left my hand but only to lift the armrest so she could wrap her arm around my shoulders. Her other hand found my chin and lift it, and I could do nothing but dive in her brown eyes as she led her face closer until her plump lips pressed lightly onto mine. 

I closed my eyelides again to let her kiss take me away from the plane. The feel of her lips ghosting all over my face sent shivers in my body, followed by the first itches of desire. I briefly thought of how easily Misa could work me up and wondered if there would be a day the tiniest contact of her lips wouldn’t make me want her at once. To put a stop to my growing excitement, I preferred to snuggle up to her. Breathing in her sweet perfume helped me finally relax a bit. 

"I know it’s not obvious right now but I’m like, really really happy we go on holidays together, Mis’", I murmured. 

"Oh… I was precisely thinking I should have left you at the airport…"

"I don’t believe you, nasty girl…" 

The young woman wrapping arm pulled me closer and she kissed my forehead, "En verdad, I can’t wait you meet Jenni, Ale and Laia, Cari!"

"You know, I’m a bit anxious to see them since you told me you and Jenni jumpscared Alexia so much once, she almost threw up…" 

"Don’t be scared, you’re perfectly loca para nosotras, you’ll blend in no time!" We both chuckled until a shake of the plane made me tense again and I sunk deeper into the goalie’s cuddles. 

***

The taxi parked in front of a large modern villa with the biggest bay windows I’d ever seen. The house was juste above one of the many beaches of Formentera island, framed by many pine trees and colorful flowery bushes, the hard sun of noon perfecting the chic summer decor. 

We picked up our luggages and went to the front door, Misa rang the doorbell while I twisted my fingers nervously, feeling so intimidated by meeting her closest friends. 

"¡Estan aquí! Ya voy!" I heard from behind the door. I stepped aside, half hiding behind the goalie as the door opened in front of us. 

Jennifer Hermoso was one hell of a woman, no, it was more than that, it felt like a hurricane was about to swept us both when Jenni saw us and jumped on her friend with many hugs and excited words of welcome. 

After what, she turned to me, so tall and muscled she could have been really intimidating if wasn’t for her large and warm smile. "Nicky! Por fin nos conocemos!" As Jenni hugged me eagerly, two other faces appeared in the door way. 

"Jenni, acaba de llegar, déjala respirar", said a blond sturdy woman who could be no one but the charismatic and famous Alexia Putellas. 

The third one, Laia Codina, added "La estás ahogando, Jenni."

But Misa interrupted the chatty women, "Hey… chicas, habla ingles porfi, Nicky entiende algunas frases pero no habla corramente español", and the three of them nodded in agreement before we followed them inside the villa.

"Nicky! So it is you who snatched the heart of our bromista Misa!" Jenni wave to me to come to the kitchen bar as she pulled a bottle of tequila from the cupboard. The other footballers quickly joined at fetching the different cocktail ingredients. 

I pulled a nervous smile "Yeah, it’s me. What does bromista means?" 

"It means prankster!" Laia exclaimed from across the kitchen. "Chicas, do you realize Misa la malota has found a girl ? How do you stand her, Nicky? Everybody here knows she’s disreputable." 

With a little smile on her lips, Misa huffed and rolled her eyes as she aligned five glasses in front of the striker, who was pouring tequila into a big shaker. 

"I’m keeping an eye on her", I said, looking proudly at the goalie leaning on the bar beside me, and I patted the top her head.

The three footballers simultaneously released a tenderized "Ohhhhh". 

"She’s the good one for you, Misa", said Alexia. 

"Yes, she hasn’t even argued with the fact that you’re a mean girl", Jenni pointed out.

"She’s got what you need, I say you should married her now", concluded Laia. 

That made me laugh, the nonsense of the three friends but especially the goalkeeper’s exasperated pout.

"I knew it was going to be like this…", Misa sighed, resigned. 

Jenni handed Misa a few limes, a knife and a juicer, "Exprima las limas, porfa. We wouldn’t let you get away without checking Nicky’s alright, we know you, Hermanita", she said before turning to me, "Nickita, swimming pool or city tour this afternoon?" 

"Pool’s great", I answered, too tired from the flight to really enjoy a long walk in town. 

I couldn’t suppress a yawn. "You want to take a nap? There is no rush", Misa asked me while putting the freshly pressed lime juice into the shaker. 

Laia and Alexia leant onto the bar and whispered to each other, peering at us mischievously. "She’s so soft when she’s talking to her"

"Lover Misa is back on board!"

"Look at her sparkling eyes!"

"¡Basta! Chicas!" Misa grumbled, "It’s getting annoying!" 

Jenni laughed, "You’re such a joke! You’d be doing ten times worst if you were in our position!" 

"You don’t know, I was never in that position", the goalie shrugged. 

Jenni precisely divided the shaken beverage between the glasses, handed each woman a cocktail and a friendly shove at the goalie.

"Sabes que te queremos Misa! Bienvenida a Nicky ! Salud Chicas, holidays has just started!" she said, lifting her glasses, and we joined her in a profusion of joyful exclamations.

***

Holidays weren’t just holidays. 

It took me a moment to realize I didn’t have to drop Misa’s hand or tear my eyes from hers as soon as I’d heard footsteps approaching. I didn’t have to abruptly stop a kiss like we often did when we’d snatch an intimate moment in the looker room. 

During the first days, I couldn’t be close to the goalie, the kind of closeness that means more than standing next to her, in front of her friends, jumping or twitching uncomfortably with the feeling of being observed. 

Misa, on her side, didn’t seem to have internalize our hiding habits. She often came to hug me or put a swift kiss on my lips every time she had the occasion, causing her infernal friends to gossip more each time. It was true Jenni, Alexia and Laia quickly made me feel confortable, mocking and teasing everyone like I had always been part of their groupe and even Jenni’s amused and tender look began to feel like a caring presence. 

A few days passed and I barely hided when my eyes devoured the goalie dripping body climbing out of the pool. I only tempered myself by modesty and to avoid being the target of new mockeries. The next day, the way I giggled when Misa pulled me on her lap while sun tanning even made me feel light, her mouth grazing my bare skin only a cute demonstration of affection. 

So slowly I got it, being here meant being free. 

I could feel being both her friend and lover when she would absentmindedly put her hand on my thigh, grab my waist when I’d passed by or whispered something silly in my ear as we chatted all together by the pool. We could hold hands when our little groupe wandered around the streets of Es Pujols. We could dance pressed together in a tender making out at the club, surrounded by people who didn’t give a damn about Real Madrid and who was kissing its goalkeeper. 

But the best part of it was to be with her, all day, all night, days after days. There were no goodbyes, no being appart, even for a day or so, no moments in between. Just moments with my girlfriend, living with my girlfriend and enjoying every little bit of it, from her burned morning toasts to her loud snores having me to put earplugs every nights. It was like an endless day off in Madrid where not only a city but a whole island stood ready for us to explore as a couple, surrounded by friends, with no other things in mind than planing our next cruise or booking a local speciality restaurant we wanted to try.

Being Misa’s girlfriend was easy and flowing like the waveless sea of Formentera. 

***

“ … and they found the guilty vein and burned it”, Misa finished, smiling mildly at my astonished expression.  

I reset my position on the stone bench, crossing my legs, the screeching of cicadas filling our last night on the island. “And it healed your tachycardia?” 

“Yes, I was healed and able to play football again!” she concluded with small laugh like going through conscient heart surgery at the age of thirteen was nothing more than buying bread. 

I was gagging, impressed by her courage at a young age and by the strength and determination it gave her since. "Woaw, I’m speechless. You already loved football back then".

"Football is my passion for life, I can’t live without it. Like… you couldn’t live without chocolate chips cookies".

I slapped her shoulder, "Tsss, silly girl! You’re just bummed because you can’t eat my biscuits!"

"No, I swear you have a problem with sweet food, Nicky! Your cupboards are always full of it! Like, your kitchen is stuffed with several boxes of the same biscuit, it looks like a shop!" Misa laughed, looking at me tenderly. 

"You never know what could happen, I don’t want to go hungry in the middle of the night and have nothing to eat…"

"It has never happened since we started dating. I’m telling you, you’re addicted to sugar! I should call you Azúcariño from now."

And Misa took me in her arms, love in her eyes so visible I blushed and was happy for the darkness of that part of the garden. "You would not!" I chuckled, moving a strayed strand of hair from her face. 

"I surely would, Azúcari."

The brunette was already laying small kisses all over my face, making me laugh more, something in me purring deliciously at the feel of being loved so much. 

"You’re so sweet, Mis’", I said wrapping my arms around her broad comforting shoulders. "You’re right, I’m addicted. You’re my dark chocolate chunky cookie, all strong and sweet". 

Misa and I simply looked fondly at each other a moment, the moonlight reflecting in our shiny eyes while my fingertips traced random shapes on her nap. Then, I softy pressed my lips on hers and we lost ourselves in a long kiss as music started to resound from afar. 

“Everything is ready!”

I startled at the sound of Jenni’s voice close by, followed by the rustling noise of leaves and the tall and lean silhouette of the striker appeared behind us. 

"Hola tortolitos! Stop your crap and join the party!"

"Party!" Misa jumped on her feet at once "Vamos Nicky, yeahhhh!", she screamed, running toward the house. 

Jenni and I both rolled our eyes. "Misa…", we giggled in synch. 

When we arrived near the pool, Misa was already dancing like a beast with Laia, both of them covering the song with their voice. Jenni was quick to join them while I preferred to go sit in a lounge chair beside Alexia, watching her three teammates with a motherly look. 

"They’re always wild", she laughed. 

"Yeah, they’re having so much fun", I agreed, my eyes not leaving the bouncing shape of Misa dancing and jumping excitedly while looking in turn at Jenni and Laia. 

"And you Nicky, are you having good holidays ?"

I sighed of ease, "Perfect". 

The footballer chucked lightly "Good, I’m happy for you two. I hope you’ll find a way about the work problem", Alexia added a bit awkwardly. 

My heart tightened. Of course Misa has told them about the clause. I was searching my mind about what to say when two large hands pulled me to my feet and dragged me to the dance floor.  

"You have to dance on this one, it’s Formentera de Aitana! So right on point!", Misa told me, hopping in place while pushing me in the middle of the dancing girls. Soon their spirit took me too and we all sang in a chaos of false notes. 

We danced for hours, song after song. Time didn’t seem to exist as the party stretched in the night, cocktails and beer refilled as soon as swallowed. 

"No! No! Misaaaa! Noooooo!", I screamed in vain as the goalkeeper heaved me in her arms and ran toward the swimming pool with little care for my protests. A second later, our bodies broke the water surface with a huge splash.

I regain my breath, spitting "Fuck you Mis’! I wanted to wear those shoes tomorrow! And you took yours off before jumping! » I yelled, mad at the sight of the abandoned white snickers beside the pool.

The goalie just laughed and pulled me close to her, the melodious notes of the music accompanied our bodies pressing against each other in the water.

"Te quiero a ti… let’s go upstairs, we’ll say we’re tired". The brunette softy said, knowing exactly how to make herself forgiven, and I shivered with the realisation of how badly I wanted her right now.

***

I pushed Misa against the bedroom mirror, her hair still wet from the pool sent droplets on the glass. Our room was in fair distance from the party, we had closed all the doors we could and the air was warm and loaded with humidity inside the villa. 

My fingers slipped under her drenched T shirt and rose along her spine to reach the hook of her bra. I pulled both of them off, took a step back to take in the half naked figure of the goalkeeper. A smug smile spread on Misa’s face as my look got heavier with desire. 

Her hands grasped her own short, she slowly pushed it down her ankle and stepped out of them. She dared stay there a moment, in front of the mirror, the reflection presenting to me her bare body from every angles. 

I reached out to her, pressing against her. “You’re fucking gorgeous...” I yelped on her lips and she led me onto the bed, laying on her back before swiftly pulling me over her. I chuckled at her eagerness, taking my top off as I straddled her.

“I was dying to do that for hours! You were so pretty on that bench...” she panted, working at undressing me as well. But she froze as she pulled my pantie down. “Uh, um, mierda... Nicky, you’re having your period..."

“What?! No!“ I moaned bitterly, jumping off her and heading to the bathroom. “Fucking shit! No!”.

Misa groaned from the bedroom “Madre mia! Not on our last night together!”

“I think I'm more frustrated that you!” I said, changing pantie and coming back to the bed. I sent her a pleading look before bending down toward her lips. I kissed them softly, felt my core already screaming for her touch and my stomach swirling lightly. “But I think I’m ok to take care of you all night long, then” I confessed, chuckling at my girlfriend fidgeting under me. 

The goalie let out a small whimper and closed her eyes as her fingers sunk in my hair. Still kissing her with passion, I slowly spread my legs, opening hers wide in the same movement. Misa released another whine and squirmed. I was aiming to work her up and we stayed like this a moment, depending our kiss and caressing.

The quickening rhythm of her breathing encouraged me to hold on. I sent a finger tracing the shape of her abs and felt her hips bucking over nothing. My palms brushed the insides of her tights, going, but very slowly, toward her intimacy. Her hips wiggled again, accompanied by a low moan. “Nicky... you want me to be as frustrated as you?” 

“Shh, just wet a little more for me” I teased, not really minding if she had get the play on the word as the young woman pulled my lips against her neck and sighed. I took my time to lick the soft skin there and ended by nipping her earlobe, sending a shiver along the goalkeeper’s wriggling body.

Lowering my hips, I spread her legs more and started to press against her powerful tights. The moves sent her body upward in little trusts, her intimacy still spread out and completely left alone. Misa’s brows were furrowed, lost in her longing as her arms ensnared my neck.

“Por qué me torturas así?” the brunette shuddered against my lips.  

It was my time to moan, the thought of arousing Misa beyond reason blowing my mind and setting my lower belly afire. I continued to grind on her more roughly as I pined both her hands onto the pillow. Her chest rose up as she arched, whining more, and presented itself irresistibly to me. 

I descended my mouth to graze at the flower tattooed between her breast. My lips found her nipple and sucked it gently. Her legs wrapped themselves around my hips as I eagerly licked her chest, turning both of us into a whining mess. The brunette legs were pressing on mine, desperate for a contact between them but I hold them wide apart and she finished by closing her eyes, her plump lips parting to let out frustrated whimpers.

My mouth ended her complaint, pushing my tongue between her teeth and my fingers between her legs. Her jaw dropped as she released a long sigh of relief. Misa was drenched, having me panting with delight and I waisted no time before gathering her wetness on my fingers tips to coat her lips and slide easily on her core. Her pelvis moved along with my fingers. She had buried her face in the side of my neck, her mouth on my ear allowed me to perceive every sounds of her jerky breathing, making my hairs bristle and my brain dizzy with want.

When I stared to move in circles on her clit, the woman moans turned into tormented cries. She squirmed again, her pelvis pressing more against my hand and sliding my fingers downer. 

Getting where Misa wanted me most, I tried to settle better over her body when I heard her whiny voice in my ear. “The strap we brought, in the drawer facing the bed… I want you… llévame”

I moaned, her demand spreading goosebump over my all body, and rose up at once to retrieve the precious item. I opened the drawer, searching at the back of it, my hand falling on a suggestive shape wrapped in a silky black fabric and I swiftly pulled out a purple toy and a harness. 

Misa stretched lasciviously as she watched me put on the harness, securing the toy in it and coming back onto the bed over her. Her hooded eyes kept looking up at me expectantly, yet her moves directed my body over her, guiding my hips until the end of the strap rubbed against her core. The sexual tension between us was so strong it was palpable as we continued to stare in each other eyes, our breath rasping and our hips moving in anticipation. 

I led the strap downer to line it up with her entrance. “listo?” I preferred to ask, making sure she was still willing to take it. 

Misa nodded and enfold me with her arms as I began to push very slowly. The goalie winced at the stretch, her grasp tightening around my shoulders. “Are you alright?” I checked. 

“Sí” she sighted, “Bésame, Nicky.” 

I obeyed immidialaty, kissing the corner of her mouth while pushing further inside. Misa’s mouth fell open. A particularly loud cry filled the bedroom, her back arching when my hips met her pelvis. I waited for her to get used to the feel, our face pressed together in a tender making out, and pulled out softy. Her hands racked randomly on my back, holding me closer as I plunged the strap again and I started to make love to her. 

I slightly quickened the pace, Misa whined louder, her hips accompanying the new rhythm. As she arched more, her head fell back onto the pillow, her arms going up and her fingers digging into it. My nose grazed the crook of her exposed neck, inhaling her intoxicating scent.

I was beyond the point of excitement, feeling something hot and swollen growing inside me as my love for Misa seemed to overflowed all around us, bonding us more than the strap between our legs. I felt the toy going in less easily, guessed she was tightening around it and I slowed down. The rhythm less demanding, my glance rested on her face, her blissed out features were more than I could take in. 

A high pitch moan escaped my lips. Misa opened her eyes, two dark pools reflecting my own craving. I couldn’t suppress a strangle yelp as something burst inside of me. My hips pressed against her pelvis as my body shivered under the uncommonly soft and fluttering orgasm that took over me. It felt different, less intense than coming at touching but it lasted as I stayed unmoving, buried inside of her. 

I paused a moment, my lips brushing her cheeks, breathing out my pleasure and emotions, before resuming my trusts inside and out. As soon as I moved again, her whines resounded in the bedroom, higher pitched, almost pleading now. Combined with the way her fingers sunk in my flesh, I could tell she was close and I started to pound harder and faster.

This time Misa fell silent. I felt the small blows of her breath on my face, erupting from her mouth each time I pushed my strap back inside. Her pretty features were frown hard, dying for a release, her all body clinging to the toy, her tights starting to tremble as I filled her again and again.

“Dios mio! ” She cried. I was panting now as I felt her clenching again. My forearms supporting my own weight were becoming shaky but I hold on, trying to keep a steady pace. I grasp her muscled shoulders, burring my face in her neck, knowing she could hear how insanely turned on I was by making love to her like that. 

A long cry escaped her soft lips, her brows furrowing more before relaxing completely when a last thrust pushed her over the edge. She yelled again and again, louder every time, her body wiggling with enjoyment under mine as her embrace tightened madly on me, locking me there when I wouldn't have moved an inch away from her. 

Her whimpering lasted, quieter now, and she loosened her grip. I pulled out of her and took the harness off. I dropped myself at her side, crawling back to her face. My heart was drumming in my chest with efforts and emotions as I kissed her cheek, my palms stroking her shivering body with all the tenderness I could. “I love you so much.” I sighed, feeling my eyes burning at the sight of her, crumbling with pleasure. 

Misa rolled toward me, her breathing was still shaky and her eyes shut tight as she nested her face against my chest. “Humm, love you Nicky” she whispered, her lips slightly trembling. “You make me feel so good, and safe.” 

I pressed her body closer, not baring the tiniest space between us, my heart bursting under my overwhelming feelings. Misa’s words felt like a gift nobody had ever give me… A few tears fell from my eyes before I knew what was happening, dripping on the goalie resting in my arms. 

She looked up at once, tender a first, then lost when she saw I was crying.

“It’s alright” I smiled, my voice heavy with my emotions, “I’ve never felt that way with anybody… you’re so special Misa, and you make me feel special too.”

Misa’s fingers delicately wiped the tears off my face, her lips pressing on my temple. “You’re going deeper than the strap…” the goalie’s chuckled, her own eyes shiny. 

I didn’t know for how long we stayed like this but we had fallen asleep for a long time when our bodies finally parted. When the light woke me up in the middle of the night, I realized we hadn’t pulled the curtain, the full moon high and bright in the cloudless sky. Tomorrow, each of us would return to their families for the rest of holidays. Misa and I would not see each other for three weeks.

I went back to bed after having closed the curtains, pressing my face between her shoulder blades and I started drifting back to sleep, her snores welcomed tonight, knowing that I was going to missed even that in a few days.

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[dyke-pollinator]

why do you strongly recommend injections over other options? i started with (and am still on) pills because I can't handle needles very well, especially using one on myself

I just want to start off by saying that you can get great results and have great hormone levels using administration methods other than injections, and as with everything HRT related, your mileage may vary, ect.

That being said, I strongly recommend doing injections over any other method for a number of reasons:

First it is, generally, much more convenient. I take my injections once every 5-7 days and it is really nice to have one alarm / notification in my phone to take my shots and not have to think about it every other day.

Injections are also much more effective at getting you a consistent dosage of Estrogen. Although I have not experienced it myself, I know that a number of trans women I have spoken to and know have talked about and lamented the sometimes extreme valleys and peaks that you can get every day as your E levels drop off through oral administration. The half life curve of injectable Estrogen is a smoother drop off. When I was doing a 7 day injection cycle, I did sometimes feel the low E levels towards day 6, but after switching to a 5 day cycle, I pretty much never experience the mood swings and effects of low E.

Now this is a strictly personal example, but holy fuck switching to injections completely changed my experience on HRT. I struggled to get my T levels below "normal" ranges for my first 10 months on E, using primarily patches, but pills as well for a short while. 1 month after finally getting swapped to injections, my T levels were immediately suppressed and have been ever since, and I could immediately tell. From what I can tell, from strictly anecdotal experience, injections seem to provide the best and most stable benefits from feminizing HRT. This is likely due to injectable forms of Estradiol having nearly 100% bioavailability compared to oral Estradiol's 5%.

There are of course a number of draw backs: it can be harder to get it prescribed to you, it may be more expensive or not covered by your insurance, aversion to needles, potential supply shortages (especially if you are on anything other than Estradiol Valerate). But I think it is seriously worth it if you can make it work.

And just in case you're curious about my levels over the course of my HRT experience <3

Estradiol:

Testosterone:

[merildae]

this is kind of a personal question so you dont have to answer, but did your top surgery affect your tattoos in any way? if so how do you deal with that?

I actually specifically asked my surgeon if he could minimize warping!

My tattoo looks like this

My surgeon (Dr. Slama at BMC who id rate 10/10) said if he did one long incision rather than two it would minimize warping and also help minimize possible needs for revisions since my boobs were really close together and a double incision could have cause buckling in the center.

I’ve taken a peak under my bandage and honestly my tattoo looks perfect, if anything better than before since his chin isn’t stuck in a valley .

That being said I was prepared to get a blast over or tattoo revision if it looked too warped

[sonofarathorn]

Warmth

Pairing: M’Baku x Wakandan!Reader

Word Count: 2.4k 

Warnings: Fem!Reader. Black!Reader. Smut (18+). Unprotected Sex. Fingering. Dirty Talk. Fluff. 

Summary: Soft morning sex with M’Baku to keep warm. That’s it. That’s the whole fic. 

A/N: Nothing but respect for my king. Hope you all enjoy this smutty fantasy. It’s my first time writing for M’Baku, so I’m a little nervous. I also edited this in like 10 minutes, so all mistakes are my own. 

M’Baku is warm in the mornings. Especially compared to the cold air of the bedroom that surrounds you. 

Being from the River Tribe yourself, you’re still getting used to the permafrost that covers every inch of the Jabari lands. Harsh and unforgiving, it sinks into your skin, and settles deep into your bones. The cold nights and even colder mornings are jarring. And though you probably won’t mention it out loud, though you’re sure your perceptive husband already knows, the endless peaks of snowy mountains sometimes make you miss the warm, flat soil of your old valley home. 

Still, you wouldn’t trade your love for M’Baku for all the endless summers in the world. Even when your toes and fingers feel stiff and frozen, and you never think you’ll be warm again. 

Pale sunlight filters through the skylight above your bed, splintering on the glass and refracting on the walls in little swatches of rainbow. Though it gently strokes your skin, it’s weak and hardly warms you. It does, however, illuminate the hulking form of your husband. Not that the king needs the feeble rays to announce his presence, his snoring does that for him. 

You stretch, stirring your heavy limbs. A bad idea. Freezing air infiltrates the warm nest of furs piled on top of you. You shiver, and your body stiffens in protest. You curse under your breath, the chattering of teeth accompanying the colorful language. 

Bast only knows how the Jabari first survived this all those years ago, with only their hard heads and proud hearts to keep them warm. 

“You would keep the heat in if you stopped moving,” M’Baku mumbles sleepily. You can hear the amusement in his voice, warm and rich like chocolate. “Go back to sleep.” 

You huff under your breath. “I can’t.” You flex your toes, feeling the twist of soft fur. “It’s too cold.” 

M’Baku rolls onto his stomach and wordlessly lifts his arm. You slide into his embrace thankfully. He settles above you, a furnace in his own right. With his weight on top of you and his dewy breath in your ear, you almost allow yourself to sink deep into the syrupy waves of unconsciousness. That is, until your husband decides to open his mouth. 

“How is that?” He asks, body rumbling with the deep vibration of his voice. 

“Better,” you mumble, sleeping tugging heavy on your eyelids. 

“You know, this would be much easier if you were naked,” M’Baku whispers in your ear, voice raspy from the last fading traces of sleep.  

You can’t help the shudder that goes down your spine. “I doubt that.” You try to keep your tone even, but you suspect your husband heard the slight hitch in your voice from the grin pressed against your cheek. 

“No, no. Skin to skin is very effective,” he insists, one large hand sliding under the bottom of your nightgown. 

The corners of your lips tug upwards. “And how would you know that, Lord M’Baku? Who have you kept warm with this, hm, skin to skin method?” 

M’Baku clears his throat. “I’ve heard about it. The, uh soldiers…they talk.” He kisses the skin behind your ear. “Shall we give it a try? Hm, ikumkani wam?” He slips one of the straps from your shoulder and presses a kiss there as well. The scrape of his beard against your skin has your mind slipping to other things, though you’re sure M’Baku’s mind has wandered there as well. 

“And if I’m still cold afterwards?” You ask, the words saccharine and coy, dripping off of your tongue like honey.

He lifts his head so you can see the glimmer in the depths of his dark eyes. “Then I suppose we would have to try a different tactic.” 

You sit up to let him pull the nightgown over your head and fall back against the soft bed. M’Baku’s eyes roam over the soft curves of your body, lit by the gentle sunlight. Your skin looks like honeyed whiskey. Like onyx glinting at noon. Polished mahogany and clay. He drinks you in, and you do the same. 

Your gaze sliding over the rounded peaks of his shoulders. Down the expanse of his chest to his belly, and then dipping further still. To the hard flesh of his cock, stiff against your inner thigh. 

M’Baku likes to sleep naked. The way Hanuman intended, he says, and you’re not complaining. It gives you easy access. Easy access for your eyes to gawk at him. To appreciate the way his shoulders roll when he stretches. Easy access for your fingers to skim over his soft skin. To feel the heat of his body pressed tightly against yours.  

Easy access to do other things, like slide your hand down his stomach and wrap around his cock. 

“What are you doing, my love?” He murmurs, eyelids sliding shut. 

“Keeping you warm.” 

“Mm, I thought that was supposed to be my job.” 

You look up at him, a smile growing on your face. “Then come keep me warm, my king.” 

M’Baku lowers himself over you with a short snort of laughter. “Yes, ikumkani wam.” 

His lips meet yours, slow and sweet at first. Bringing a warmth that unfurls in your belly like the comfort of the first sip of tea. The rich, sharp taste of wine after a long day. His warrior’s hands are gentle on your body, calloused fingertips skimming over your jaw. Tilting your head to the side so he can kiss you deeper, press his tongue into the seam of your mouth. 

And then the kiss grows faster, heated. The press of his lips more insistent. The warmth of his tongue fills you, eagerly tasting each and every moan that bubbles up from your throat. The press of his fingers hard against your skin. Stripping you down, squeezing and pulling you closer. A hand over your breast, palm scraping your nipple. The other gripping your thigh, using it for leverage to rut against your stomach. 

You wrap your arms around his broad shoulders, and let M’Baku press you deeper into the bed. 

His lips leave yours and carve a path over your body. Down your throat. Across your shoulder. Over the peaks of your breasts, with a detour to suck on your puckered nipples. His tongue laves over your skin, leaving goosebumps in its wake, and wetness pooling between your thighs. 

M’Baku fits his hand between your legs, and plays with your folds. “Glory to Hanuman,” he breathes against your chest. “An offering all for me?” His fingers swirl around your clit, then dip to press against your entrance. 

You arch your back, legs spreading of their own accord. An invitation. One he accepts willingly. 

He slides a finger into your cunt, breaking you open for him. You mewl, a heady warmth sliding through you at the slow press of his fingers. His name falls off of your lips. A quiet puff of air in the vast expanse of the room. 

M’Baku curls his finger, fucking you open in broad strokes. His thumb circles your clit at a leisurely pace. He’s in no hurry. Content to watch you twitch and shudder under his touch. To behold the display of hedonism splayed out across furs and cotton. He would much rather pass the day with you, tangled in the sheets. Taking his time to unravel you bit by bit, over and over again. 

Let the council wait. They couldn’t do anything without him.

He is king, after all. And as king, his job was to take care of his queen. 

“Are you feeling warm yet, my love?” Your husband asks, sliding a second finger inside of you.  

The burn of the stretch is intoxicating. In no time, you feel as though you are floating on clouds. Ascending to the heavens. 

You want more. You need more. You need him. His weight on top of you. His cock inside of you. Pushing and pushing, taking and taking. Giving until you’re spent. 

“I’m still a little cold,” you say, and though you try to play it coy, the desire is embarrassingly clear in your voice. 

M’Baku chuckles. “Well, we cannot have that, can we?” He asks. “How should I warm you?”

“Make love to me, M’Baku” you whisper, wrapping your hand around his cock again. You guide him towards the wanting warmth of your cunt. 

“Mm. Yes, my queen.” M’Baku spreads your legs wider and situates himself between your thighs.

His lips brush over yours as he thrusts forward, letting the head of his cock slide against your clit. He groans at the warmth of you coating his aching cock; the soft skin of your thighs caging him in, urging him closer. His hips roll forward again, and again, and again, until he’s completely covered in you. 

You sigh against his parted mouth, lifting your hips up to meet his next thrust. “Please,” you beg. You long to feel him move inside you. To be joined, one body, one soul. 

M’Baku shushes you, his hand sliding down  your stomach. He holds you in place as he fills you with one slow stroke. 

Your jaw drops, and you choke at the sensation. So full. Of love. Of him. The air in your lungs exits in a pitiful whine as M’Baku pushes into you completely. You scratch at his shoulders, scrabbling to pull him closer. 

M’Baku moans, low and gravelly, as the warmth of your cunt envelopes him. The hand not holding you still fists into the pillow beside your head. An anchor keeping him present. Keeping him contained. He curses quietly, eyes screwing shut. 

“Bast,” you pant. “You feel so good inside me, kumkani wam.” 

M’Baku’s hips snap forward at the sound of his official title falling from your lips. “Be careful, my love, or this will be over much sooner than we’d want.”

“I don’t care.” You grab his hip, trying to urge him forward. “I want you. All of you.” 

He kisses your chin, but doesn’t budge. “And I want you.” 

“Then take me.” You grind your own hips upwards, desperate for some kind of friction. “I’m yours.”

“Relax, my love.” M’Baku draws his hips backwards. “I will take care of you.”

And take care of you he does. His thrusts, though languid at first, are hard and deep. They would have pushed you up the bed if your lover hadn’t been holding you in place. M’Baku curls his body over you, pinning you down so that all you can do is take all that he gives. And he gives so much. 

He is all around you. Warm like the summer rains of your homeland. His lips caressing your skin. Sweeping down your neck and across your shoulders. His skin pressed against yours. Heat burrowing its way into your skin. Magma settling low in your stomach, spreading into your veins, bursting on the tip of your tongue. His body rolls against yours like ocean waves. Threatening to capsize you. To drown you. 

M’Baku is grinding now, just the way you like it. He hooks his arm under your leg. Spreading you apart so his hips can brush your clit with every thrust. Now the fire burns over your skin. Leaving uncontrollable decimation in its wake.  

You cry out, nails scratching against his arms, and M’Baku smiles. 

“There you are.” He kisses you messily. “Is this what you wanted, my queen?” 

You nod. “Don’t stop.” 

“Oh, I won’t stop, my love.” His hips speed up a little. “Not when you’re so close. I want to watch you fall apart on my cock. I want all of Jabari Land, all of Wakanda, to know how their king pleasures his queen. Will you tell them, my love? Hm? Will you shout my name for all to hear?” 

“Yes. Oh yes. Just–ah– just don’t stop. I’m going to come.” You arch into his touch, your orgasm so maddeningly close. 

“Show me,” he murmurs, lifting your leg higher to change the angle, and it’s all over.

Light bursts behind your eyelids. Static fills your senses. You come with a broken wail, sharp cries of fuckfuckfuck and M’Baku and kumkani wam filling the air. M’Baku fucks you through your orgasm steadily, not stopping, even when the peak of your first crests into a smaller, but still earth-shattering, second. 

His voice fills your ear. Gentle praises of how beautiful you are when you come, of how good your cunt feels squeezing around him. Filthy promises of his own impending orgasm– to fill you up until you were dripping, to keep it there inside of you, to watch it slide onto the sheets, and to fuck it back inside of you. 

“I want it,” you say desperately. “I want all of it. Please, M’Baku. I want to feel you inside of me.” 

M’Baku groans, fingers digging into your thigh. He kisses you deeply, burying his own strangled cry in your mouth. His hips stutter, hard thrusts growing sloppy. He can only grunt out a warning before he’s spilling his warmth inside of you. 

It feels never ending. Your body seizes, legs wrapping around his waist to hold him there. M’Baku rocks against you, riding out the wave of his orgasm. His lips brush your cheek, muttering nonsensical phrases against your skin. He sags on top of you, holding you close as your heartbeats return to normal. 

“Do you think they heard us?” M’Baku grins sheepishly. 

“Isn’t that what you wanted?” You tease, limbs relaxing as the world begins to fade around you. 

“Mmm,” he answers. “How are you, my love? Do you think you could sleep now?” 

You nod weakly. Exhaustion already tugs heavily at your eyelids. Between the sex and the comforting weight of his body, you could be out in mere seconds. 

“Good,” he whispers. “Sleep. And when you wake I promise I will be ready to make love to you again.” 

“What about your council meeting?” You ask. “Your duties as king?” 

“My duty as king is to keep you happy and warm.” He yawns, and rests his chin against the top of your head. “The council will just have to wait until we are done.” He says, sleep already lacing into the edges of his voice.  

M’Baku makes good on his word when you awake some few hours later. Several times, in fact.  

He is king after all. And a good king always keeps his promises.

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