#and then I looked up the rest of the nectars and was like

[victorluvsalice]

The hits just keep on coming regarding my Potential Tiny Town Challenge --

-->I figured out what Smiler's money-making skill would be! And it's all thanks to my Chill Valicer Save Alice harvesting the prairie grass in Moory's pen and discovering a bottle of Energy Nectar. Because when I read the in-game description of the nectar, about how it makes Sims both happy and energized for a while, I thought --

"...that kind of sounds like how I've always thought Joy Serum worked?"

Cue me looking up more about nectar in the game, and discovering that not only do all the nectars tend to give really positive moodlets, Potato Nectar apparently makes Sims super happy. Meaning, yeah, Nectar-Making kind of HAS to be Smiler's skill of choice now, right? So that's been settled! (Though I certainly reserve the right to have Smiler try out all the other skills I was thinking of for them -- at the very least, I rather like the idea of them getting into Juice Fizzing and Mixology too and maybe starting a business offering all sorts of different drinks. Something for everyone!)

-->I've also decided that, in the world of the Challenge save, while the rest of Windenburg is built up as normal (and has the "fandom lots" that I mentioned in the previous post, like the Hill Valley Courthouse park and the Ministry of Joy nightclub), nobody ever did anything with the Crumbling Isle. Meaning this Tiny Town challenge is about turning the whole island into a town, not just the big 64x64 lot that normally houses the Villareal household. How do we do that?

Community Space lots! :D Yes, I am taking full advantage of this frankly pretty interesting Eco Lifestyle feature and turning three of the four other lots on the main island (I'm leaving the Bluffs lot off to the side as-is) into Community Spaces so the residents can turn one into a garden, one into a maker space, and one into a marketplace! (The remaining lot will probably be a park of some kind -- we'll see). I feel like doing that will most accurately reflect the island going from a place where people are just starting to settle to a thriving, bustling community. :) And lucky me, I do have a greenhouse already built that I could use for one of them...

-->A couple of additional rules and regulations that I'm putting into place for my version of the challenge:

a. The Tiny Town lot itself has the Lot Challenges Off The Grid, Reduce & Recycle, Simple Living, Creepy Crawlies, Wild Foxes, and Wild Prairie Grass on it, at least to start, to represent that it's, well, on an island that's never been developed. I'm thinking they'll be able to get rid of these as time goes on, though Simple Living and Reduce & Recycle are likely to stick around for a light touch of realism. I'll probably put similar restrictions on the community lots, though probably not as many. We'll see how I feel!

b. Oh, and the lot starts off with a washtub and clothesline on it, because might as well make the Sims deal with laundry too! XD

c. The founder Sim must purchase a Symbolic Boat near the start to be allowed off the island. I am like 99% sure you can't use boats in the waters around Windenburg, but I feel like it's a nice little extra challenge to have to add just a touch of realism. (I will probably also have my Sims regularly use bikes, but that's not a Challenge, that's just me thinking "bikes will be easier for moving around quickly.")

d. Instead of having the starting items for every Sim in place when the lot is first made, I think it might be cute to have the Sim previous "prepare" the next lot for their neighbor. For example, if we started with Smiler, they'd start with their nectar maker and a couple of seed packets, but once they had finished their house, they would then buy the things the next Sim needs (say, if it was Victor, they'd get him a digitalistic sketch pad and an easel, since Victor's thing is painting). Just thought it would be nice and build a sense of community between the Sims. :)

e. This is less a "rule" and more just a fun thing I'd like to do -- set up a holiday celebrating the town's founding on the day that the challenge starts. Not sure what the traditions would be yet, but it just feels appropriate, you know?

Aaaand I should probably think about making a new post the next time I come up with some new ideas, shouldn't I? XD Don't want this one to get too long...but hopefully you have enjoyed the journey through me figuring out a Tiny Town! Perhaps next time I can show you my attempt to build the Tiny Town lot itself...

Sims 4 Wednesday -- Potential Tiny Town Challenge

Hi all! As we're between Chill Valicer Save updates this week, I wanted to talk to you about something I discovered relatively recently and have been thinking about off and on -- The Tiny Town Challenge! I first learned about this challenge through seeing a thumbnail for James Turner's version on YouTube, and, curious, tracked down the original challenge and rules to see what it was all about. You can get the full rule set and take a look at the original lot and Sims Deligracy created at the link above, but the basic gist is that you spend the challenge setting up a tiny town on a large lot (preferably 64x64) for seven Sims. Each Sim has a specific money-making skill that they must use to earn the funds to build their house on their specific sub-lot, and a favorite decor style and color that must inform what their house looks like. Each Sim is moved in individually, once the previous Sim has finished their house, and the challenge ends when all seven houses and any communal area is fully built.

I took one look at that and I was like "yeah, I'm into it." XD Both because it sounds like a fun challenge, and because it's a challenge with minimal set-up (which is the problem with the challenges I personally have come up with previously -- I think they'd be fun, but they require a loooot of prep!). Having thought about it for a bit, I have some ideas about how I'd like to do the challenge myself -- and some problems that I'm going to have to figure out before I can set this up as a potential alternate save file to the Chill Valicer Save:

-->Location: I decided relatively quickly that I'd like to do the challenge in Windenburg, setting up a little community on The Crumbling Isle (something like how Plumbob Paragon set theirs up). I almost never play in Windenburg, so I figured that setting the challenge there would be a good way to encourage me to wander around that world and see the sights. And I already have some ideas about using the other lots to make a true town out of the island -- like turning one lot into a Community Space to get a community garden going, or another lot into a retail store that a couple of the citizens run. Might be fun!

-->Citizenry: Well, you guys know me -- of course the first three residents of the tiny town would be Victor, Alice, and Smiler. However, I'm having trouble deciding on who the other residents of the town could be. The way I see it, I have two options for the rest of the group:

Option One: Add Victoria Everglot and Emily Merrimack and do a "Four Victorians Riding A Roller Coaster" polycule thing on the tiny town lot! This would be fun as it would allow for amusing and adorable polycule shenanigans...but the problem here is the color schemes. Specifically, while Smiler is fine with their primary color being Yellow, Victor, Alice, and Emily ALL suit Blue being their primary color (Victor has his blue butterfly and blue tie -- plus I've always headcanoned it as his favorite color; Alice has her iconic blue dress; and Emily has her blue -- everything), and Alice and Victoria would both suit Red (Alice has that iconic red blood splatter on her apron; Victoria has her red dress). Now, I know how I could fix this for Alice -- make her primary color Green, to match her eyes -- but I'm not sure what to do about Victor and Emily. I mean, when it comes down to it, Emily would have to get Blue, look at her, but the only other alternate colors I can think of for Victor would be Black or Grey, and that would result in a depressing-looking house. :( So yeah, bit of an issue there!

Option Two: Add my young Emmett "Doc" Brown Sim (patterned off his appearance in BTTF: The Game), a fem!Malkavian Fledgling Sim I downloaded off the Gallery (which I'm already planning on calling Mal Kavian), a Preston Garvey Sim, and my take on a Wheatley Sim to the gang and just represent pretty much all my favorite fandoms and games in one go. The bonus here is that I've got the full roster of seven Sims; as stated, I'm representing a bunch of things I enjoy, not just the primary three; and I get a tiny bit of diversity by including a black character as a primary. However, there are also a couple of issues here:

I'm not entirely sure I want to do the challenge with the full compliment of seven Sims, as I have trouble wrangling a mere three sometimes in my Chill Valicer Save. And before you ask, no, I don't have For Rent, so I couldn't turn the lot into a Residental Rental and just play one family at a time. I'd have to really fight with my own micromanaging tendencies to get this to work!

We again have color overlap issues because Victor, Preston, and Wheatley ALSO all suit the color Blue (Victor for the reasons listed above; Preston because the Minutemen have blue as their primary color scheme; and Wheatley because his eye is blue in the game). Now, admittedly, this one is a bit easier to solve -- make Preston's color Light Brown to match his iconic duster (yes, Sims 4 actually distinguishes between Light Brown and Dark Brown -- the only color that gets that distinction in the sort!), and Wheatley's White to match his core's outer shell -- but still. I am apparently obsessed with Blue characters!

Now, I can think of an interesting way to solve this dilemma -- set up two tiny towns on the Crumbling Isle on the two biggest lots, and divide the Sims so there's like five or so on each lot. (Suppose it could be like Victor, Alice, Smiler, Doc, Mal Kavian on one, and Victoria, Emily, Preston, Wheatley on another?) That does mean having to do the challenge twice, and wrangling a lot more Sims, but... *shrug* We'll see how I feel!

-->Skills, Colors, and Decors: As previously stated, all Sims have to have a specific skill that they use to fund the creation of their home, and a favorite color and decor style that should inform the look of said home. Now, the decor thing is kind of a mystery to me (I mix-and-match styles all the time when building, and I don't have Dream Home Decorator to make Sims Like specific types -- though it does occur to me that I could just fudge it by having each house just reflect their canon in some way), but I do have skills and colors almost entirely locked down for almost all of my potential citizens --

Victor: His color would be Blue (probably darker shades of such), and his money-making skill would be either Painting or Piano (though I'm leaning toward Painting because I've always headcanoned him as being more private with his music)

Alice: Her color would be Green, and her money-making skill either Painting or Writing (leaning toward Writing because I like the idea of her writing her own books)

Victoria: Her color would be Red, and her money-making skill would be either Knitting or Cross-Stitch (since we know she likes to sew from seeing her working on her blanket in the movie when Victor climbs onto her balcony)

Emily: Her color would be Blue (brighter shades), and her money-making skill would be either Flower Arranging (for her bouquet) or Gemology (for the wedding ring that starts the whole Corpse Bride mess -- it just amuses me)

Doc: His color would be Orange (as part of the BTTF logo), and his money-making skill would probably be Robotics (since it's the most sciencey-one), though I wouldn't say no to Fabrication

Mal: Her color would be Red (because, you know, vampire), and her money-making skill would be Wellness (because it deeply amuses me to have a vampire from that clan doing yoga and spa stuff)

Preston: His color would be either Blue or Light Brown (as previously stated), and his money-making skill would be either Fabrication (because he's the settlement guy, and Fabrication is a lot like how the workshops work in Fallout 4), Woodworking (the more low-tech version of that), or Archaeology (because he clearly enjoys the past, given you find him hiding in a museum and his coat is apparently looted from another one -- probably have to use a mod to make it available outside Selvadorada, though!)

Wheatley: His color would either be Blue or White (again, as previously stated), and his money-making skill would be Programming (again, because of the hilarity factor -- I mean, Wheatley CAN hack in the game, but we all know just how "good" he is at it XD)

Smiler: Their color would be Yellow, and their money-making skill --

And this is where I run into a problem, because I'm not entirely sure what to do for Smiler. Because my version of Smiler's primary thing is chemistry (or alchemy, depending on the setting), and I'm not entirely sure how to best represent that with the skills on offer. Should I do Mixology, on the basis that I heacanon they are also awesome at mixing drinks? Herbalism because that's kind of close (I have a mod that puts Granite Falls bugs in other worlds, so that's not an issue)? Do I rely on Simsonian Library's Apothecary mod and related skill because that is arguably closer that Herbalism? Or do I just fudge things by choosing Mixology or something before turning them into a spellcaster and having them focus on the Alchemy section of the spellbook? Decisions, decisions...

But yeah -- that's what I currently have in mind for any future Tiny Town-related save files I may make! Not gonna guarantee that this is gonna happen, but it's a distinct possibility. :) And if you guys have any suggestions regarding how I should do the tiny town (and what the fuck Smiler's money-making skill should be), please let me know!

[latenightdaydreams]

Facesitting with König (fem)

MDNI🔞

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>CW: fem/afab reader, facesitting, oral, chubby reader, minor breath play

1k Word Count

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“Mein Liebling, please…” Königs voice was desperate.

You lingered above his body, your legs on either side of his head as he lays flat on the bed underneath you. His hands caressing your thick thighs as his cock twitched fully erect wanting just a little bit of stimulation.

“I’m nervous that I’ll crush you.” You say giggling but completely honest. Being on the chubbier side, you feel like you weight too much to do something like this.

König averts his gaze from your pussy that’s teasing him with its proximity to your eyes.

“You can’t be serious Schatz. I’ve carried fully grown men nearly 300lbs like they were nothing. You won’t hurt me.”

“Yeah, but I’m putting this weight on your face. What if I kill you?” Your tone playful.

“Then I die the happiest man alive,” A light chuckle leaves his lips. “Trust me Liebing. You won’t hurt me. Just relax and let me make you feel…good.” His hands began to slip up your thighs to your plump ass and he squeezes lightly. He turns his head to the side and begins to kiss the soft skin on your inner thighs.

You look down at him as he kisses you, a tingle running up your body from the sensation. You begin to nod your head.

“If its too much, tap out.”

König smirked and agreed, “Ja, ja, of course.”

You can see a twinkle in his eye as you agree. You decided to let go of your fears and lean forward and bring yourself closer to his mouth. You still hold your own weight up slightly, not feeling totally secure on placing your full body weight down.

“Nein Schatz, all of it.” König wraps his arms around your thighs and pulls you all the way down on to him. Once he feels the full weight of you, he lets out a muffled groan. He takes in a deep breath allowing his nostrils to be filled with your sweet musk. His lips wrapped around your clit, sucking while flicking his tongue over it.

His head shaking back and forth slowly as he releases the suction from your clit and beginning to flap his tongue up and down over the small bud wildly. The taste of you in his mouth is all he could think of today. König not letting up the grip around your thighs, holding you in place just in case you tried to back off a little again.

Your body trembles over him, as you look down to see him lost between your thick thighs smooshing his face. You let out a melody of light moans as your eyes begin to flutter from the intense focus on your swollen sensitive clit.

“Kö, fuck…” You begin to rock your hips back and forth on his face instinctively as you feel a pressure begin to build up in your clit and radiating through your body. You lean forward and rest your hands against the headboard of the bed, trying to pull away from the overwhelming feeling. 

König doesn’t let go, he knows you’re close to orgasm and he was going to make sure you got there. He relaxed his grip enough to let you grind on his face, your clit rubbing against his nose and his tongue back and forth. His erect cock leaking precum as his balls tighten from the want need to cum.

“I’m- I’m…”  Your moans turn into panting as your hips move over his face, drowning König in your sweet pussy nectar. All of the fear of your weight goes out the window as you begin to squirt on his face.

König feels you gush all over his face as he lets out a deep groan. He keeps his mouth open, his tongue touching any part of your pussy he can get to as he drinks you in. Your taste is like an addictive drug. One of his hands lets go of your thighs and moves down to his neglected cock. His hand rubs the tip causing him to let out a soft muffled moan, his fist beginning to pump up and down rapidly.

“Too much!” You moan loudly as his tongue was not relenting. All of your senses heightened and getting no break; but you haven’t said the safe word, so he keeps going.

You squeeze your thighs around his head, hoping he would let up, he doesn’t. Since he only has one arm on you, you roll over trying to get off of him. König has his big muscular arm wrapped around you like a python though and he simply rolls over with his mouth still attached to your pussy.

König shakes his head back and forth before coming up and taking a few deep breaths. His lips, chin, and cheeks glisten from being covered in your cum. His pale blue eyes meet yours, giving you a hungry look before diving back down to your sopping wet pussy. Your hands instinctively go to his head and try to push him off of you, but it’s useless. He lays with his body at an angle as he continues to jerk himself off.

You begin to wrap your legs around his head, squeezing tightly as your body begins to tremble from the intense orgasm that is building up again. Fingers grasping the bedsheets as you begin to cry out in pleasure.

König lets out a primal sound as you squeeze your soft supple thighs around his head, holding him against your pussy. He doesn’t even care that he can’t get a breath in, his eyes fluttering as he moans lightly at the sensation of losing air, only being able to eat your sweet cunt. His toes begin to curl as he hears your orgasmic screams. His cock begins to pulsate as he ejaculates all over the bed and himself.

As your legs slowly loosen their grip and you lay there trying to recover from the intense orgasm, König sits up on his knees. His eyes looking at your face twisted in pleasure. A smirk comes across his lips.

“Siehst du, ich lebe noch,” he chuckles lightly moving his body to wrap himself around you.

[sleep-0-deprived]

Yandere CEO who is serious and strict but becomes a real puppy at the reader's feet, he gives everything the reader wants and kneels before him asking to be able to touch and give pleasure to the reader.

Yandere CEO x male reader imagines~! ૮꒰ྀི ⸝⸝․․⸝⸝ ྀི꒱ა

A/N (I did the Yandere as a sub top and I thought of the Yandere being mid forties while reader being late twenties because I thought it fit best anon!) <33

Just imagining Yandere CEO being a complete heartless man to the world, old and cold as they say. Until he seen your resume running across his desk and if you told him of love at first sight he would scoff at you and kick you out but oh my, when he seen the small picture of you next to your resume he didn’t even care to read it because this man was going to have you. The only words he could think of was “he must’ve been crafted by the gods, I bet Adonis himself spent his life carving those lips” shivers went through him dialing your number trying to get a interview with you.

Just imagining Yandere CEO who hires you at first for your pretty face making you his assistant putting you a desk in his office wanting all eight hours of your days to be spent close as he can get to you, being soft and sweet for you unlike his mean and cold demeanor with the rest of his employees. he’d glance over at you typing something on your computer quietly asking “are you alright? Did you need a break, your hands aren’t sore are they?….i can get you into a nice spa if you’d like. I don’t want my best employee burnt out”

Just imagining Yandere CEO who gets you gifts on the daily nearly pouting if you tell him not to, all he wants is for you to cling to him! He’d beg and plead asking you to let him suck you off whispering in your ear “let me help you out, boy?…I wanna ease you up a bit, you deserve the best so just let me give it to you” he’d mumble getting on his knees and massaging your thighs nice and gentle getting your cock out of your slacks worshipping it nuzzling his face into it peppering your angry tip with wet kisses.

Just imagining Yandere CEO who sends you flowers takes you on fancy trips. Sending you to Rome with him when he goes to sort out business you’re sitting somewhere in a fancy restaurant holding his black card telling you “buy anything you want, I wanna spoil you baby..” and by the time he gets back to your five star hotel room all he asks os for all your affection groaning into your ears holding you by the waist bucking and thrusting his hips up into you from beneath murmuring on and on rambling having you on his cock sending shivers through him “oh you’re so perfect~ pretty little thing~ hng oh fuck moan a little louder you sound angelic like that—“ he’d whimper spilling into you nibbling on your shoulder softly.

Just imagining Yandere CEO who asks you all sweetly if he can have you cock warm him while he manages files, pleading just wanting to please you wanting to have you all sprawled out like a happy cat with his chubby tip pressing and massaging your walls just bullying your prostate while he tugs at your cock like its glass having you orgasming more times than you can count pleasing you like it’s his life’s mission “c’mon baby boy, one more for me? I know you can push it out shhh doin perfect there’s a good boy”

Just imagining Yandere CEO who loves your chest, worshipping them as his holy grail sucking at hurrying his fave in your pretty s/c pecks. Nibbling at your nipples pressing little kisses to your peaks using his hands to massage them while he rotates back and forth making sure each one gets the perfect amount of attention “they are so beautiful sweetheart, god your skin tastes so divine” it was like sex polling with your skin covered in the finest nectar for him driving him insane hazily looking up at you with complete and utter infatuation.

[shycoconutt]

“Plea-oh god-please Kento, I can’t, I have nothing left.”

Feeling Nanami breathe into the skin of your neck, he gives you a small hum of encouragement.

“Oh, darling, but I know you can give me more. Be a good girl fr’ me yeah?”

You find yourself in this situation often. Body worship is what some call it. You are at the complete mercy of him, and he treats your body as if it is an extension of his own.

Nanami Kento knows everything about you—what makes your toes curl, your legs shake, your pussy pulse—and he revels in it.

On nights like this, Nanami props himself up against the fabric headboard of your king-sized bed, your back flush against his chest. Your legs rest on the outside of his widely spread thighs. His arms settle on the small of your waist, elbows squishing into the plush there. Chin resting in the crook of your neck, he guides you through every movement, every caress of your soft flesh.

All while his cock is buried deep inside you and his large, strong hands worship your most sensitive parts.

“So beautiful. So good to me. All mine, all mine, all mine.”

His member is tucked so deeply inside you, tip resting right against your cervix, giving it a little taste of his salty pre. Nanami never lets himself release until the very end, needing to feel you cum around him at least five times before he’s satisfied. He says it’s his favorite feeling in the world.

“Shhhh, shhhh, last one baby. Give me just one more, then I’ll give you my cum, okay?”

You don’t know how he does it, and you feel too cock drunk to form any coherent thoughts determining why he’s such an expert when it comes to you. He knows the exact amount of pressure to apply when he pinches your nipples, exactly what pace to rub your clit, exactly where to bite, nip and kiss your skin. Most impressively, he knows exactly what to say when he wants you to let go.

“Mmm you’re so messy, darling. Look, you’ve gotten me and the bed all wet.”

While one hand kneads your breast, he brings the other down between your legs, using his fingers to gather up your nectar.

“Such a good pussy.”

After spreading your wetness around your folds, he brings his hand back up and out in front of your faces, rubbing and separating his fingers so you can both watch the strings of your release stick to him.

“Open.”

You immediately obey his command without a second thought, you always do.

Nanami brings two of his cum-soaked fingers to your mouth, and you invite them in with ease. You feel yourself pulse when your essence hits your tastebuds and you suck needily at his skin.

“Save some for me, darling.”

Gentling hooking his finger on the inside of your cheek, he brings your face to the side to meet his, his dark brown eyes boring into yours with hunger. You release his fingers slightly from your suction, and he brings them out in between both of your mouths. Together, you begin to suck at them, every so often wrapping your lips around them to give each other sloppy licks and kisses.

It’s so hot and erotic, and you are too entrapped in it all to notice your final orgasm creeping up on you. But Nanami notices, he always does.

“That’s a good girl. Where do you want my hands?”

Your head falls back onto his shoulder as you feel your core tighten. You are so close, that you’re surprised you can give him an answer.

“My pussy.”

Nanami quickly brings both of his hands down to your core. He lays two fingers on either side of your sensitive bundle of nerves, rolling it gently between them.

Everything immediately goes white as you let out a cry of intense pleasure. Giving yourself over to him completely, your body goes limp against his as waves of your orgasm crash over you.

“Yes, yes, amazing darling. You’re giving me such a good one.”

Feeling yourself rhythmically pulsing around him, Nanami starts to lose all prior restraint as he lets out a moan from deep within his chest. Hooking his arms under your thighs, he holds them up and to your chest. Bearing all of your weight effortlessly, he begins to simultaneously pound into you while moving you up and down on his cock.

“Ah, fuck, fuck, fuck,” he grunts into your ear.

All the sudden movement is starting to make you feel dizzy, still dumb from your release. Feeling him pound over and over again all the way to your cervix, you begin to match his moans.

“Such a pretty slut for me. You love when I use you like this huh? Like my own personal fleshlight.”

He’s becoming more relentless with each thrust, signaling what’s coming next.

“Should I give you what you want, darling?”

Bringing your hand back behind you to play with the hair of his undercut, you whimper slightly.

“Mmm, yes, I’ve been so good. I deserve it, Nami, please.”

You can feel his smile against your neck, canines poking at your skin.

“Yes, yes you do.”

With one final thrust, Nanami clamps you down, pushing you as far as you can go onto his length. Hearing his head hit the headboard, he cries out as he begins to release rope after rope of his thick cum into you, coating your plush walls.

It takes you a couple seconds to come to, feeling absolutely full of him. Completely spent, Nanami gently brings your legs back down to rest on his own, then wraps his arms tightly around your shoulders.

It takes a little while longer for both of your breathing to come back to normal, the rise and fall of his chest lulling you into a state of pure bliss. You thank the universe every day for bringing him to you.

“I love you so much, darling. You have no idea. I’m completely and utterly obsessed with you,” he whispers in your ear.

Hiding your smile in his forearms, you feel a faint blush crawl up your cheeks.

“Let’s stay like this for a while, yeah?” you speak into his skin.

He happily hums to you, nuzzling his face into your neck.

“How about forever?”

a/n: to all my fellow nanami sluts out there, can I get a “hell yeah!”

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[peachesofteal]

Through Me (The Flood) - secret baby fic Simon Riley / female reader - 18+ smut, alcohol. lactation (heavily requested because I guess we're all fiends now?), daddy, praise kink. request(s): Mama makes a friend

"And you didn't find him?"

You shake your head. "Not until I almost ran into him on the sidewalk. I looked everywhere."

“Wow.” Cami’s eyes are wide, fixated on your story, fine stemmed champagne glass delicately balanced in her fingers. It’s empty again, like yours, and when the server comes by, you ask them for another round.

That’s the point of bottomless, right?

“You’re brave.” She quips, scooping up a bite of her eggs. “Raising a baby on your own.”

“You’re sweet.” She is. You really like Camille. She was the one who reached out a few weeks ago, when Simon and Kyle got in, and has been trying to lure you out of the house since.

So, when Kyle called Simon on Friday night and suggested he and Orion come over to watch football, Cami texted ten minutes later.

> Bottomless mimosas at brunch on Sunday? Or we could sit around and watch football for two hours. Exciting.

You hadn’t realized how much you missed… just being you. You outside of being Orion’s mother, you outside of navigating your relationship with Simon. Spending time outside of your flat without worrying about feeding or nappies or sanitizing bottles and endlessly cleaning up. Simon took a lot of the pressure off, assumed most of the workload now, but it was still hard to untangle yourself from motherhood.

Not to mention, leaving Orion for even a few hours was stressful. Simon had to nearly force you out the door this morning, over the sound of the baby’s screams. The separation had your heat beating in your ears, stomach turbulent with anxiety, only fading slowly with time as you finished one mimosa and moved to the next.

“So you’re coming to dinner right?” You blink, rapidly trying to reconcile her question with reality. Your head is a little fuzzy, limbs a little floaty, and you’re sure if you stood up right now, you’d probably be gripping the table for support with your wonky balance.

Finally, you catch up. “Right, dinner. Next weekend.” She nods.

“Uh huh…” She squeaks with a laugh. There's nothing comedic about her words, but with four mimosas in you both, everything seems a little funny. "At ours. Johnny is coming, an' their captain."

"And you're cooking?" She makes a sour face, laughing again.

"I'm gonna try."

Kyle looms at your side when Simon opens the door. He's alone, no baby in his arms, and the flat is surprisingly quiet. The smile that tips your lips upwards is uncontrollable, and you giggle as he raises an eyebrow. "Thanks Kyle." They give each other a nod, a big hand settling at your waist, guiding you inside.

The door clicks closed. You drift listlessly into him, nose at his chest, and breathe deep. He chuckles. "Hey, mama." Your lower belly flutters, rubber band twisting tight until it nearly snaps-

"Hi daddy."

Simon steers you into the bedroom with a palm on your hip, keeping you upright when you tip to the side, the dynamic of your balance hopelessly thrown askew. "Baby?"

"Went down about an hour ago without fuss." He smoothes his hands over your shoulders and down, fingers coming to rest at the top of your dress's square neckline, too full tits tied up with a bow. "How're you feelin'?"

"A little buzzed." Avid desire enflames your skin, tracing a path from the tightening of your nipples down to where your clit throbs, panties already soaked for him.

"Want to take this off?"

"Yes," you hiccup, "please." He raises an eyebrow.

"Maybe you should have some water-"

"No, no." You latch onto his wrist and pull, though all it does is bring you closer, like being on the losing end of tug-o-war, but he holds you steady, close, like always. There's orange nectar and pear spritzed prosecco on your tongue, and you press closer, voracious want crawling up your spine, overtaking your movements. The alcohol makes you bold, a trigger you've been waiting for since he's come home. One you've not been able to pull. He's curved over you, and you flex onto your tiptoes to lay your forehead against his. "P-please... take it off."

Your dress disappears quickly, leaving you standing in front of him in a pair of pale blue panties, and a bra from before you pregnant, one you tried to cram yourself into and mostly failed. Your breasts spill over the top, sore and aching since Orion hasn't fed for hours, Simon's nose skimming down your neck as he unlatches the clasp in the back. You whimper when they fall free. "Poor thing." He coos, with both in his hands, thumbs tickling over your nipples, and walks you backwards to the bed, knees hinging when you hit the corner of the mattress, body and soul turning to liquid as he lays you on your back. His eyes are dark, deep wells of longing, hungrily sweeping over the length of your body before he succumbs with a long kiss, one that drifts down, across your collarbone and to your breast, teasing around your nipple, tugging your panties to the side at the same time.

"Simon," you squirm, chasing him, desperate against his slow pace, babbling pleas filling the air. "Daddy-"

"Shhh. Easy, mama." You're soaked, can feel the heaviness of it slicked on your thighs, dewy drops damp in your curls. He swipes, circling your clit, sliding down to your hole and back up, exploring, ruining, mouth closing around your nipple as he pushes a finger deep, groaning into your flesh.

"Oh my god, oh, fuck-" you gasp. It's foreign, feeling a piece of him back inside you after so long, the breadth of his finger more than you were expecting, slowly working you open until there are two. Your head spins, delirious yet singularly focused, overwhelmed by the combination of him sucking at you and stroking inside you. It's taboo, this affliction, this satisfaction of him pulling your milk free, soothing the ache of your fullness, but you don't have a mind to care. Never have. The relief is overwhelming, tight coils building your muscles, and he dribbles some across your chest as he moves to the next, ministrations expert. You spill into his mouth, warmth dripping from the corners of his lips, his free hand squeezing, trying to milk every last drop free.

"Can't get over how good you taste, honey." You tuck your fingers into the waistline of his jeans, trying to pull him out, fumbling with his button, his zipper, until he dwarfs your hand with his, pressing your palm against the heavy hardness of his cock. "Need you to be sober for it," he murmurs gently, "want you to remember, when you take it, when I fill you up again." You gulp, your body screams. You want it now, want him inside you, but instinctively know he won't budge. He rears back, tapping your calf, "heels on the edge of the bed, mama," and sucks in a breath as he parts your knees. "Ruined your panties, sweet girl. Lift up for me." They disappear, tossed away into a dark corner of the room, and he gets to his knees. You almost close yours, want to close yours, suddenly self conscious knowing he's at eye level, seeing everything, but he chases the thought from your mind when his mouth finds your clit.

"Oh." It's the only word your brain will produce, buried beneath high pitched moans. He eats like he's starved, two fingers finding their place again, tongue flicking against your bud with a near violent pace.

"Sweet everywhere, aren't you?" He kisses the words into your cunt, vibrations of the gravel in his voice only kicking you higher, closer to the peak. "So sweet for daddy." You whine, always a little shamed by it, that word, even when you say it yourself. "My perfect girl. Y'gonna cum for me? Clench this little pussy around my fingers?" Pleasure ripples, tightens your muscles until they burn, and he shoves you into it, drags you beneath the rolling waves of an orgasm, hips chasing his tongue, his teeth thighs closing around his head, trapping him, holding him tight.

That's what you do. You hold him tight. Too tight. Hold him like it will keep him here. Keep you from losing him.

He tucks you close after, whispering something in your ear, unintelligible in your dizzied state, limp like a doll. You go easily, abated, as he settles you in beneath the blankets, waking you gently some time later for naproxen and water. You'll have to pump before Orion feeds again, and dump it, but in this moment, the only thing that matter is his chest warm at your back, his fingers tracing circles into your skin. "Sleep, mama."

[wife-of-all-dilfs]

flower therapy | f. odair

masterlist

summary: after being rescued from the capitol’s torturous clutches, your boyfriend, finnick odair, assists you with recovering from haunting memories and ptsd.

pairing: finnick odair x reader

warnings: finnick being major boyfriend material, soft reader, mentions of torture, ptsd, panic attack, hurt/comfort, fluff

notes: the way i lowkey triggered myself into a panic attack while writing this?? i’m okay now though 😀

word count: 1.3k

Post-traumatic stress mental rehabilitation. That is what the psychiatric doctors of District Thirteen suggested after you were rescued from being captured and tortured in the Capitol. Their methods sounded daunting and all too familiar—sterile white rooms, memory flash cards, persistent strangers who would force you to relive your trauma so you could 'work through it'.

Finnick did not like the sound of that one bit. So, he offered an alternative.

Post-traumatic stress mental rehabilitation. The label was a mouthful. Finnick preferred to call it "flower therapy". Twice a week, you and Finnick were authorised to spend two hours above ground where you would sit in a nearby meadow, make daisy chains, and occasionally open up about what happened in the Capitol.

You liked to call it "the power of flowers". Stupid, but saying it always formed a little smile on your face and there was no harm in simple joy considering the cruelties you had endured. Most of the time, you were silent and would lie in Finnick's arms while making flower crowns. He was always patient; he understood you needed time. Day after day, he proved his unconditional love, and you thanked the universe for blessing you with such an incredible man.

"Oh no," you whispered.

"What is it?"

You dangled your broken daisy chain in front of you and Finnick.

"Oh no," he echoed.

Your back rested against his chest and his arms enveloped your body as he held his own effortlessly crafted yellow chain in your lap. Apparently, years of weaving fishing nets creates a master of making daisy chains.

"Here," he said, positioning his own flower crown on your head. "Beautiful."

Smiling, you turned your head to face him. "I'm going to tell everyone I made it."

The flowers sat like a golden halo atop your head, beaming just as bright as the smile Finnick had bloomed at the sight of you. Beauty was everything that you were; not just outwardly, but within the confines of your mind too. Flowers and sunlight were interwoven with your soul, making up the essence of who you were—loving and warm-hearted. One of the many reasons Finnick had fallen in love with you.

He would forever want to remain in your garden, tending to and protecting every petal that blossomed.

His thumb swiped affectionately across your cheek. "Of course you are, you thief," he murmured, grinning. "You owe me."

Your stomach flooded with butterflies and you leaned in, tenderly kissing him with soft pink lips. Finnick cupped your cheek, stroking the baby hairs of your hairline with his fingers as he smiled against your mouth. Even your lips tasted like sweet nectar to him.

After you pulled away, you settled back into his embrace, sinking into those arms that shielded you from any and all harm.

"Okay, I suppose you're forgiven," Finnick said, the smile present in his voice.

You toyed with his fingers while wearing a glowing smile of your own, his arms lovingly wrapped around your body. Oh, you loved him so endlessly.

As the sun began to lower, a mixture of orange and pink clouds blanketed the sky. The trees surrounding the meadow cast large shadows throughout the area, making it appear much darker than it really was. A subtle shift in the once tranquil atmosphere rippled through the meadow, happiness now becoming a distant and unreachable feeling.

The broken daisy chain crumpled in your hands no longer shined in the sun like a beautiful mess. It instead looked tangled. Chaotic. Darkened by the dimming light and transformed into something sinister that resurfaced haunting memories of the Capitol—twisted IV tubes filled with unknown substances, chains that removed layers of skin, decaying white roses that covered the floor of your cell.

Heaviness clutched at your heart, suffocating you from within.

Finnick sensed the sudden shift, loosening his hold around you as he whispered, "What's wrong?"

"I—I don't know," you stammered, the air thinning around you.

The wilting daisies started to taint your hands with darkness, creeping slowly up your arms and causing them to tremble. Finnick, who noticed your fixation on the daisy chain, gently took the flowers from your grasp and set them aside.

It was too late; the panic had already set in.

He turned your body to the side in his lap, forcing you to face him. Your eyes flickered with worry. No amount of pain could compare to the heartbreak he felt seeing you like this.

"Hey. Hey, look at me," he urged, his tone soothing. "Breathe with me, alright? In..." He inhaled deeply through his nose. "And out."

But it was no use. Air was caged within your lungs, burning like fiery hot whirlwinds inside your chest. It was all you could do to force rapid shallow breaths out of your mouth.

"No, no!" A tear fell from your eye as you fervently shook your head. "Finn, I ca—I can't."

"Yes, you can, baby," he said, pushing aside the hair that obscured your vision. His eyes searched the area, looking for anything that could help distract your frantic mind. That is when he spotted a small flock of birds perched on one of the tree branches, instantly recognising their black feathers and sharp beaks. "Look. See those birds? They're mockingjays."

Finnick pointed up at the tree, gaining your attention which then shifted to the birds that were gawking down at you with curious tilting heads. Mockingjays. Katniss. Rebellion. Hope. You focused all your attention on the little black birds and listened to Finnick's reassuring voice.

"They'll repeat any tune you make," he continued, his hand rubbing soothing circles on your back. "Can you do that for me? Try and whistle something for them?"

Attempting to control your ragged breathing, you jerkily nodded. Songs from the world before the war overtook your mind. At first, it was overwhelming as your mind scrambled for a suitable melody, fuelling your panicked state. But then you heard something familiar and focused on the familiar tune, one that was from your childhood.

Hush-a-bye, don't you cry,

Go to sleep, my little baby,

When you wake you shall have,

All the pretty little horses.

It was a lullaby your mother sang whenever you were upset. Seemed fitting considering the situation. You managed to whistle the first few notes, albeit a little wobbly of course, hardly noticing the air that was starting to flow more freely into your lungs.

"That's it, sweet girl."

Once the mockingjays began echoing the song throughout the forest—far more beautifully than your broken whistles—you continued the melody until the end. When you finished, the birds continued to repeat the tune, singing your mother's lullaby over and over in the trees of District Thirteen.

Whilst sat cradled in Finnick's embrace, you quietly hummed along as he stroked soft patterns on your arm. Darkness and pain were long forgotten now. Your body no longer trembled with fear nor did your breathing. Memories of the Capitol's brutality were locked away and hidden in the back of your mind, diligently guarded by the man whose arms you lay in.

Golden beams filtered through the tree trunks; the sun was now lowered enough to let the warm light in, illuminating both you and Finnick. He pressed a gentle kiss to your temple, wrapping you up even tighter in his arms now that he was certain the worst had passed.

You clutched onto his arm and blew out a final stabilising breath, finding comfort in the strength and protection he held. The side of your head rested against his chest, the beats of his heart harmonising like a drum with the mockingjays' song.

You wanted to apologise but knew his response would be dismissive. You wanted to tell him how deeply you loved and appreciated him but knew your words would fail you.

So, you remained silent.

"You're safe," Finnick whispered into your hair. "Right here, right now. I promise."

Right here, right now, you repeated in your mind. In Finnick's arms, you were safe. You were loved.

tags: @tayrae515

[yandere-sins]

I don't know if you write something like this, but what about reader being Hades lover instead of Persephone like it's supposed to be? I imagine reader is some normal human on our world learning about Greeks Gods but suddenly got isekai'd into the Mythology haha. Imagine the confusion and flabbergasted reader felt by all of this.

Reader try to find a way back to human world but ended up in the forest where all of this started. Trying to avoid Persephone fate of being Hades's lover that eating the underworld food, but of course, Hades wants the reader to eat the food. After all Hades got all the time and reader is starving.

I would love the tension, back and forth of Hades temptation and reader insistent. Thanks!

Okay but what if I take your idea, and I give it a tiny plot twist? Make it just a little bit more horrifying? Okay, okay hear me out, look...

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Being a human had never been so frustrating.

It was one thing to manage the daily challenges of adulthood, of living on your own and taking care of yourself. Things got tough, and they got fun again; sunrises made you smile, and losing a beloved restaurant to a global issue made your heart somber. For the longest time, you believed having a shitty day at work and then having to go home in the rain because you forgot your umbrella was the worst your life would ever get.

But you were wrong. Very wrong.

Because where there was no life, that's where things became messed up.

"One bite," he pleaded. With the pomegranate juices running down his spindly fingers, the red was almost disturbingly blood-like against the faded color of his skin. "Please. I know you are so hungry."

Pouting your lips, you shook your head, turning and marching onwards through the dark forest of lush yet colorless greenery. It was just a park, Hades had explained, but every time you thought you'd break through the thicket, it expanded further, endlessly like a maze of trees and bushes.

You two had kept up this dance of rejection and chase for a while now, days to be exact. And you were unsure if he knew, but you were hanging on to the last threads of sanity. You felt your knees buckle with resistance every time you rejected yet another offer of fresh food and sweet nectar, your stomach screaming in aghast horror as you kept denying freshly picked fruits and beautifully arranged plates that could sate your hunger. And your head had become so dizzy from the stress and anxiety that you began feeling as if your life was being drained right out of you to feed this place instead.  

The Underworld. Resting place of souls.

Occasionally, you had heard about occult stuff like fairy rings or portals to another world. You never thought that accidentally falling into a river would end with you being transported right into the realm of the afterlife! You had cursed at your feet for being so clumsy and easily losing their balance, but at this point, you had no strength left other than to be thankful they still carried you around. You weren't dead yet, but you didn't think you were very much alive either.

"I need to find a way out..." you mumbled to yourself, your mouth feeling dry and your head buzzing with incoherent thoughts. Only determination had gotten you up after passing out so many times. Only knowing you came here somehow, so you must have been able to get back somehow, kept you going. Things were tough, but you were tougher, right?

"There is none," the god of the Underworld mumbled, a tinge of regret breaking through his voice. "You've been here too long. There is no way back from here."

You breathed out, coming to a halt, as did his ghostly appearance behind you. It was colder in his proximity, yet he stayed close as if to comfort you. His body was cloaked in black swivels, yet his face was almost too handsome to look at directly. His hands were visibly gnarly like those of skeletons, yet you knew his touch was soft and his palms big and reliable, able to catch you before you hit your head on the floor from fainting. His hair fell in waves of ebony beauty, and his crown was so intricately woven into it that it made him look humble and whimsical rather than fearsome and ruthless like the stories made him out to be.

There was nothing about him to hate or make you truly distrustful of him. Yet, you still wished he would leave you, just like in the beginning, when he could only stay for a limited time to watch you struggle before returning to his duties. But his time by your side had gradually increased, and perhaps that was the feeling of dread you've been experiencing for a while now.

"Don't you have anywhere else to be?" you asked, too exhausted to sound snarky.

"I cannot leave you like this. It's not your time yet."

"Then let me go! Lead me out of here!"

In a spurt of a moment, you regained enough strength to spin around, yelling at him angrily. You regretted raising your voice as you looked into the flash of hurt crossing his features before the beautiful grimace turned serious again.

"I can't," he said firmly, holding out the pomegranate again. Its fragrance enticed your nose, saliva collecting in your mouth as it promised to be an especially juicy one. "There is nowhere I could lead you but back to the palace. But you wouldn't make the journey unless you eat and drink. You're just human, after all."

It must have been easy for a god to point out your biggest flaw of them all: you were just human.

"Can I go home if I go back to the palace?" you asked, eyeing the pomegranate with disdain even though your teeth demanded to sink into its flesh, chew apart the seeds, and satiate your hunger.

"No," Hades shook his head. "But you could find peace there. Stop the endless roaming of the gardens for an exit that doesn't exist at this point in time."

"You're lying," you concluded finally. "You want me to eat the pomegranate so you can claim my soul for the Underworld. You're telling me there is no exit, but there is, you just don't want me to find it."

Your accusations left a mark on Hades, the brilliance of his eyes dulling as he heaved a deep sigh, letting his head hang before shaking it slowly. "I'm not lying. I'd never lie to you. I have enough souls waiting for me to give them a place here. I don't need to kidnap humans that Thanatos doesn't have on his list. It was an accident. A fatal one at that, but your stubbornness made it irreversible."

"So it's my fault, eh?" you tried to argue, but there was no bite left in your voice. Raising your hand, you dug your finger into the soft flesh of the pomegranate, felt the fruit yielding to your touch without resistance. Hades closed in, eager for you to finally accept his offering.

"You know what they say about Persephone and the pomegranate. How you trapped her, how you forced her to stay here. Tales of you don't make you look so good."

Without looking up, you could only imagine the anger or frustration that must have played on Hades' expression, but he surprised you when he picked up your hand, raised it to his lips, and slipped your pomegranate-stained finger into his mouth. You watched in horrifying fascination as the god licked off the stain on your skin with relish, the brilliance returning to his eyes as you met his gaze, confident, unwavering.

"People have long made up stories about us, but my wife has never been unhappy with me. And my pomegranates are truly delicious, I only wish for you to taste it. I wouldn't lie to you about these things. I promise I will never lie to you. It's not my nature to begin with, and I'm trying to make things better for you, not harder."

You felt the tears well up in your eyes at the sincere words of such an otherworldly creature—one you only believed to be a story that people believed in religiously. You never thought the gods could be real, much less kind and compassionate. But when you popped the first pomegranate seed into your mouth, your whole body collapsing and Hades catching you with one arm, lifting you up to his height with ease, you realized he had been truthful.

The fruit tasted tart but was absolutely delectable. It had a different kind of sweetness than the ones you had eaten on earth, and tears streamed down your face as you scooped a handful of it, greedily stuffing it into your mouth with no regard for its juices. Hades didn't seem to mind either, holding you seated on one arm, with the fruit halves in his other, the pomegranate bigger than what you were used to, yet still small in his hands even when cut open.

You cried and ate, your body rejuvenating yet also releasing all the tension and fear you had clung to. Your vision was blurry with tears, your nose stuffed, and your head so pleased with the taste of pomegranate on your tongue that it didn't think of anything else. You didn't even register that Hades turned around, strutting back towards the dark, looming palace behind the forest that was the gardens stretching out before it. He was in no hurry, yet it took him barely the blink of an eye to return to where you had first woken up.

By the time he reached the palace doors, you were fast asleep with a belly full of pomegranate, and your thoughts turned into pleasant dreams. The shadows of his body were licking at you, caressing you gently and touching you much more comfortingly than his cold hands could. Even so, he never let go of you, content with you on his arm, resting against his shoulder as if he had taken any worries from you, just like he wished to.

"I see you have received my gift."

"My Queen? You are back early."

"I have not returned yet from my duties; I merely wanted to visit my husband and bring him a gift."

Stepping down a few steps to meet Hades on his way to the palace, Persephone smiled at him warmly, cupping his cheek, which he couldn't help but melt into. She ran her thumb across his cheekbone lovingly a few times before her hand slipped from him to your head, brushing back your hair gently and revealing your face to her.

"The gods above are stirring with excitement for their special humans. Apollo has just collected an extraordinary one for himself. I know you care so little for these trends, but knowing you wait down here for me, alone and so lost in your work, you don't see the seasons pass until I return—it breaks my heart. I thought it would cheer you up to have something so precious to pass the time. You can do as you please with them, treat them as you like. They are yours to own."

"You shouldn't have. They are human, Persephone. Being in the Underworld will cause them nothing but suffering."

"Well," she huffed, agitated by her husband's chiding. They have an eternity to get used to it, just like I did. They will be fine. You can teach them to like it and show them how beautiful this realm can be if they behave themselves. Besides, the pomegranate tree bloomed the moment they came here; it must have been a sign."

Passing by her husband on the way out, she winked at him, and he knew fully well that it had not been a coincidence. Neither that you fell into the Underworld years too early, nor that the tree sprouted fruits the second you arrived. Looking down at you, he watched you furrow your brows as Persephone's warm touch vanished, and you nuzzled your head further into his shadows, trying to find just a bit of the same comfort with him that she could give you.

You truly were lovely. So small, so impossibly perfect. Precious, she called you, but of course you were since his wife knew him well. The moment Hades laid eyes on you, he knew he couldn't bear letting you go and wait until you'd inevitably return to his side as the course of life took its sweet time to reunite you two. And thanks to Persephone, he never even had to lie to you to make you eat the pomegranate on your own and so wholly, he would never have to part ways with you again.

"It is a wonderful gift, thank you," Hades admitted. Persephone smiled, laughing heartily as she made her way back to the surface, passing through the park that stretched out in front of her with ease as it let her pass towards the exit. It was her garden, after all. But even as the two separated temporarily, Hades could hear her say, "I can't wait to get to know them when I return, too."

And he couldn't wait to introduce the now two most beloved parts of his existence, either.

[fear-is-truth]

𝜗𝜚 𝐘𝐎𝐔 𝐆𝐎𝐓 𝐀 𝐅𝐄𝐓𝐈𝐒𝐇 𝐅𝐎𝐑 𝐌𝐘 𝐋𝐎𝐕𝐄

— father charlie mayhew x f!reader

tags – mature content﹒18 +﹒fem!reader﹒oral sex (f!receiving)﹒blasphemy in general

♱ a/n ◞ sorry this is awful. english is not my first language

his hands are resting on your knees, his grip tight like he’s afraid you’ll vanish again. you’ve been absent for weeks—dodging mass, an act to spite your religious parents. but father charlie mayhew has always spoken in your favour, insisting to them that you were “just figuring things out.” but you know that charlie has an interest in you—he always had. lingering touches, the looks that lasted a beat too long, not to mention the way he defended you, even when he shouldn’t. you’re not naive to it.

and maybe that’s why you’re back in church, letting him do this. one final act of rebellion against the religious dogma they’ve forced upon you. dipping his head, charlie kisses the soft flesh of your inner thigh, eyelashes fluttering as he stares up at you. “you have no idea how much i missed you,” the look in his eyes is reverent, almost worshipful. which, given current circumstances is quite laughable.

you say nothing, giving him a saucy little smirk before graciously lifting your hips for him to slide your panties down your legs and past your ankles. you inhale sharply when you feel the pad of his finger push inside, slowly sinking to the knuckle. then inserting another. dragging across your plushy walls before curling against the sweet spot that makes your toes curl and your head tilt back; staring up at the faint slats of light filtering through the confessional booth’s lattice window, thin lines of shadow crisscrossing against the mahogany ceiling.

this is the closest to heaven i’ll ever be, you realise. with a priest between my thighs.

at the first kitten-lick, your entire world shifts—fracturing into pieces and reforming itself all at once. a moan escapes you when charlie wraps his tongue over your clit and sucks genty, teasing the bundle of sensitive nerves.

another suckle has you clamping your thighs around his head, fingers twisting in his hair.

every one of his movements is executed with finesse and precision, tactfully coordinating between thrusting his finger and licking your cunt until the pressure he’s been coaxing from you finally reaches its peak, exploding like a gentle burst of snowfall. white-hot pleasure engulfs your entire being, blinding in its euphoric intensity. fingers stilling, charlie keeps his tongue flattened his against your clit as it pulsates throughout the glorious orgasm that follows, him lapping away greedily as if a starved man bestowed upon the nectar of god.

the muffled groans and wet slurping noises between your thighs are nothing short of obscene, and yet you’ve never experienced such a deep sense of satisfaction, of freedom in your life. but with him—the man who always urges you to cast propriety aside for indulgence. father charlie, who wears his hubris like armour, who twists scripture to justify every sin you commit together.

perhaps it’s lust, or something close to it. you don’t know him well enough to say it was love, but you’re drawn to him nonetheless, like eve to the apple, like the prodigal son to his rebellion.

he tries to lead you astray, and you let him. every time.

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[andersonfilms]

NSFW EIGHTEEN+

all i seem to think about lately is religious!abby who grew up in a church all her life, always been told she needs to be with a man, marry one, build a life with one — owen in particular is who she’s been told to have. the arranged marriage she was basically grown into. 

in her early twenties, yet has she had the opportunity to be with another. a promise to her father, with the cross-necklace laying on her chest, she’s dedicated to being celibate until marriage. a pact practically bound by the blood of virgin mary, she believes in the sacred bond she has through faith with her god and savior, jesus christ. funnily enough, it’s the words she utters as you corner her in the bathroom. well…not so much as cornered, not with those curious blue eyes begging for something, anything to unburden her from the life abby feels trapped in. even if she knows it goes against everything she’s been taught, she doesn’t stop you from snaking your hand up her sunshine sunday dress, bright blue as it bring out her eyes, never leaving your actions. at first, your fingers only running along her folds, teasing the era until she’s dripping for you. there isn’t a doubt in your mind she’s never felt anything like this. 

the gold cross pendant a pawn in her mouth as if the only purpose it’s ever served is to be a prop until the cadence revealed itself. the truth of religion can be found on the tips of your fingers, the delicate touches on abby’s clit. abby lets her mind wander into the altar, the communion she takes, you’ll be the sin she begs for forgiveness next. seeping into her body like the blood pumping through her veins, the lone reason for her existence was for you. no god could compare to this, the trembling of her thighs, the moans she whispered in hopes not even her savior from above could hear her. 

is god really the way, the truth, and the light if she sees heaven through your eyes? 

“this is what you wanted isn’t it? someone to save you from the chains you call religion? let me set you free.” without a second more wasted, your tongue laps at her pussy, enjoying the way she can barely hold herself up. letting you claim something now has had the privilege of venturing. she would be shunned, ostracized from society if anyone knew the truth. 

truthfully, it’s an easy task. the angelic blonde so deprived of another’s touch she slithers in the hands of a snake, tasting the forbidden fruit for the first time. it’s quick, overwhelming when she comes undone, spilling her sweet nectar into your lips, hips moving uncontrollably as she fucks your face. knuckles bearing the color of winter snow, clutching onto her dress that rests at her toned abdomen as you swallow every last drop. 

stepping away from her, you grab a washcloth, running it under warm water, abby unable to move. impending doom washes over her guilty, and now sinful, heart. this never should have happened, the voice in her head repeats, the path of self righteousness was supposed to be hers but now she finds herself acquainted with the sinner and the snake, straying from the life of a discipline and discipleship. 

“hold your pretty dress for me. can’t get it wet, can we?” abby lifts her dress, clutching it as the warm wash rag gently cleans her, she feels your fingers dip inside her slightly, thorough as you clean up her cum. 

“i should get back out there.” abby shyly whispers. “my dad will be looking for me…and owen.” 

“right.” you toss the used rag on the countertop, “just one more thing.” 

with a passion laced in your tongue, you steal her breath away, lips locking either her pinky, pouting ones. abby can only assume the salty but even sweeter taste is her. whimpering as you squeeze her small tits through the pale blue dress, abby can’t help but grind against your legs between her legs, aching for something more. this time, you deny her of what she so desperately needs. 

“come and find me when you’re ready for a real fuck, princess.”

[twentyfivemiceinatrenchcoat]

mornings with suguru feel like a pipe dream.

there’s something honeyed in the air, bleeding into the scent of freshly brewed espresso, fried eggs resting on the stove, newly bought flowers on the windowsill — apricot nectar heavy on your tongue, dripping down your lip in a sticky stream. his thumb reaches over to wipe it away before you can even try.

suguru is sitting right in front of you, looking like what dreams are made of. eyes a little bleary, mind still sinking into the reality of morning, hair put up into a messy bun; raven strands tickling his forehead and framing his eyes, warm and fond, a nice mocha brown. he’s wearing a white button-up, the scent of laundry detergent seeping into the fabric. he’s smiling, and you’re so in love you can barely breathe.

he always wakes up before you. always has breakfast prepared, or half-done, by the time you stumble into the kitchen on unsteady feet — you love clinging to his back while he cooks. but you love this even more.

outside the frail glass of your window, the world is subdued by the changing seasons. autumn is in full bloom, the sky enveloped by wet, molten clouds, a light layer of mist; on the ground are a row of golden trees. it’s a cozy, indoor kind of morning, the kind that makes your veins feel all sleepy, heart all tender, as if melted down by the gentle rain — the kind that has you sipping from your cup, rubbing your eyes, watching your fiancé from across the kitchen table.

there’s nectar on your tongue, espresso behind your teeth, and you wish you could open your mouth and speak. but you’re too tired, still far too groggy — far too sentimental. you can scarcely breathe. you can only sit there, and silently think: i could never love anyone like you. could never even come close.

do you have any idea what i’d do for you?

you’re sure he doesn’t. sure he prefers to see himself as your protector, not the other way around — that he’s most comfortable being a caretaker, rather than someone who gets taken care of. you know how he is. it’s in everything; the cup of coffee he made for you, the shirt he draped over you last night. his own, always, as if he thinks the fabric will bring you sweet dreams. it’s in the way he holds your hand when you cross the sidewalk, the way his thumb rubs over your knuckles when you’re anxious. it’s in the rain, gentle and comforting, watering your plant-like heart.

there’s nothing you wouldn’t do for him.

nothing. absolutely nothing.

i’d drink a million cups of coffee, one after the other — i’d run out in the rain and pluck the apricots from every tree. i’d listen to that song you like. i’d listen to it until my eardrums bleed, and still wouldn’t stop.

nothing, nothing, nothing.

he turns his head, to gaze out the window, his bangs swaying gently as he does — and your gaze gulps down the lines of his jaw, the bridge of his nose, every flutter of his lashes. he parts his lips, and murmurs something about the weather. he’s smiling, a soft curve, his eyes just barely crinkled —

and you can’t breathe.

you’re so lovely it kills me.

your chest aches with yearning. you want to reach across the table and touch him, but you’re still too immobilized by how beautiful he is, how intense this love has come to feel. how devastating it is, to have this kind of life, to know you can do nothing but savour every bit of it. you can’t stop staring, drinking in his softened features, that content look in his amber-coloured eyes — the rasp under his velvety voice. your baby, your angel, your sun. 

(you want him to shine forever.)

when you look down at the table, there’s an open palm waiting for you. smooth skin, soft lines, gleaming under the dim glow of the kitchen lights. 

you look up, and suguru smiles.

he doesn’t speak until you’ve lifted your hand, tangled your fingers together with his. it feels good, the skin to skin contact, the sight of your rings pressed up against one another. his thumb begins to rub gentle circles into the knots of your knuckles, just the same as always. soothing, rhythmic, a mantra you’ve learned by heart.

”something on your mind?” he asks, softly.

(everything.)

”nothing,” you answer, a quiet lull of your tongue, averting your gaze with a heat to your ears. it’s too early for him to be so gorgeous, to aim his unbridled attention in your direction. ”i just love you…”

his lashes flutter, for a moment.

then his mind catches up to your words, and he laughs — breathy and sweet, the slightest gravelly residue. squeezing your palm in his own.

”i love you too,” he croons, lips curled upwards, and you swear you could never tire of hearing him say those words. ”is someone still a little tired, hm?”

”… maybe.”

a low chuckle. he tugs at your hand, gently, bringing it to his lips; they’re warm against your skin, his hot breath seeping out, gliding across your knuckles, stopping right by your ring finger. his eyes gleam with mirth, like the golden leaves just outside your window, pressed against the glass. his voice comes out as a purr. ”do you need another cup, my love?”

his lips trails down, all the way to your wrist, catching onto your pulsepoint. you can’t help but shiver.

”or should i wake you up just like this?”

he’s smiling, and something about it seems smug. he knows exactly how weak you are. and he must think he’s flustering you, acting so suave — but that’s not quite it. when he’s tilting his head like that, he looks more like a puppy than anything, so cute you think you might just melt right through the floorboards.

through the sleepy haze of your mind, to the tips of your fingers; your brain retaliates.

you tug his hand back, bringing yours with it; all the way to your puckered lips. lazily smearing a kiss on the inside of his palm, just barely catching the hitch of his breath, the inhale his heartbeat deigns to swallow down. it makes you smile, against his skin.

(and the tips of his ears bloom with heat.)

everything i need is you. the words are silent, unspoken, only barely mouthed against his skin. i don’t need the rain or the sun. just you, only you. 

when you pull away, your intertwined fingers finding their way back to the tablecloth, suguru gives you another smile. almost painfully tender.

you can’t help but feed into each other, like this. on sleepy mornings, when the words don’t come as easy, so actions are all you have. that, and loving gazes. all you can think is that you want more autumn mornings; you don’t want any of them to end before you’ve finished sipping from your cup of espresso, finished watching him from across the table. not until you’ve woken up enough to spill the words helplessly building up in the back of your throat, the butterflies stuffed in between your ribs. 

until then, this morning mantra will have no choice but to continue. until then, you’ll opt to stay silent.

until then, all you can do is stare.

(and all your mind can think, is nothing, nothing, could ever measure up to this. nothing in the world.)

[peachysunrize]

MDNI! Word count: 921

The second Prince Regent!Aemond walks into the room you can feel the tension in his body, frustrated and angry at the council and handling the siege Rhaenyra has put the King’s Landing in.

He is a mess; his hair unruly and his head being crushed under the weight of the Conqueror's crown, and yet, all he could think about throughout the day was how his heavily pregnant wife was walking in their shared chambers with nothing on but her see-through shift that left little to the imagination.

He couldn’t give a single fuck about how Cole was trying to convince the council for another attack, or how his mother tried to get him to talk — not when he had gotten a peek of your sweet pussy at dawn when he woke up and found you writhing in your sleep, the thin fabric overridden up to your hips.

He has become pathetically insatiable for you ever since your body has started adapting to the changes of growing a human within you, and he has been nothing but an absolute beast to have you on his bed throughout the day so he can grab on your hips and drink up the sweet nectar between your thighs.

“Husband,” you say, hands clutching under your large belly as you stand up on shaky legs, giving your prince regent the courtesy he deserves.

He doesn’t say anything, not a single word is uttered as he takes slow steps toward you, his hands behind his back while he lets his good eye wander all over your body; soft, ripe, round edges and so beautiful.

“What ails you, my prince?” You ask, unsure of what is truly troubling your husband.

“Nothing you should concern your pretty head with, Ābrazȳrys -wife-.” He stands before you, inhaling the sweet scent of the vanilla oil your handmaiden applied to your skin.

He can’t focus, the smell of your fragment and your god-like beauty is enough to send his head into a foggy state. He reaches out, exhaling sharply as his long fingers caress your chin, already shaking with the need for his wife.

“Have you eaten today, husband?” Your voice is dripping with honey as you nuzzle your head into his palm, and he bends down to press a kiss to your exposed shoulder, nearly groaning at the feeling of the soft flesh under his lips.

“I am about to,” he says, keeping his face hidden in the crook of your neck, “would you let me have a delicious meal, wife?”

“Of course, my prince, let me tell the maids—“

“No, no…” he growls into your ear, his other hand coming to rest on the fat of your hips, squeezing it with delight, “I don’t want any food, I want the sweet dessert that is hidden between your thighs.”

“Oh…” you sigh in pleasure as he keeps kissing and nibbling on your skin, “then allow me to lay on the bed—“

“No,” his voice is sharp and curt, sending a shiver down your spine as you feel your arousal coat your inner thighs, “I will be the one lying down.”

He doesn’t let you ponder over what he said, instead, he shrugs his coat and doubles off, kicking his boots away before he crawls on the bed, his long limbs covering the length of the mattress as he reaches to pull you on it as well.

You sit hesitantly beside him on the bed, waiting for him to tell you how he wants you.

He sits up a little, taking the crown in his hands before he puts it on top of your head, smirking at your flustered face as you try to find a reason as to what the fuck he actually is doing.

“Conquer your realm, my queen. Come, your throne awaits you,” he says, his pupil blown with lust and desire as he helps you to your knees, laughing breathlessly at how gorgeous you look with his child heavy in your belly and his crown atop your head — truly a sight for sore eyes.

“Aemond I might suffocate you!” You gasp as he positions himself right beneath your glistening cunt, his fingers digging into your ample body as he licks his lips, his carnal desires for you only growing more by every second you deny him your pleasure.

“Then I would die a happy man,”

You gasp loudly, hands reaching to support your weight on the headboard as he pulls you flush on his face, forcing you to sit on his carved nose. 

The moan he lets out as he finally flattens his tongue over your sweet pussy is primal. He licks you clean off your wetness, parting your folds with the tip of his tongue as he plays with your throbbing clit.

Something in Aemond switches on, because in a second he starts rocking your hips on his face, the dip of his nose catching your nub with every roll and his tongue pushes past the first swollen ring of muscles of your cunt, moving it in a rhythmic direction.

He hears you moan and whine in pleasure, which only spurs him on to go faster, while he can feel the tent in his leather pants growing tighter and tighter. He feasts on you like a starved man, groaning and moaning with every lick of his skillful tongue.

He can only imagine how you look, eyes closed, chest heaving with ragged breaths, and head thrown back while you wear the Conqueror's crown, like a true queen.

[coffeedragonart]

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On Leaf Drakes, from the journal of Elena Hewett, research assistant at the Stagwick Institute (drake studies):

Leaf Drake observational study, day 1 (Summer’s End)

What a strange day! The weather has been quite windy, and today some leaf drakes were blown into the Institute gardens! There are already some floral drake species living in the gardens, but this is the first time we’ve seen leaf drakes. Like most garden drakes, they aren’t built for long distance flight, so they rely on catching wind currents to migrate and take up in a new area.

This species hasn’t been widely studied yet, so I’ve got some of the other assistants on board to observe them and hopefully expand our knowledge about these creatures.

Day 2

They seem to be planning to stay, and have claimed the big tree in the west side of the gardens. I’ve managed to book the use of one of the empty offices on that side, as it has a large window with a good view of the big tree.

From initial observations, there are five individuals in the group. They are quite social, and I have yet to see one go about by itself.

Week 1 (Autumn)

It has only been a few days, but they have really settled in. While still, they can be quite hard to spot as they really blend into the leaves, but they spend a lot of the day quite active.

They share a similar diet to the floral drakes in the garden, mostly insects and fruits, as well as absorbing magic from the environment and the aether-nectar in the garden feeders. But they are far more active hunters than the floral drakes.

From the window, I’ve been able to watch them hunting insects and even using cooperative tactics to hunt birds. They are quite small, and I would have thought that even the sparrows might have been a bit much for them as they are close in size.

The gardens are a popular spot for both students and institute staff to take their lunch, or just relax a few minutes in their downtime. The floral drake residents are quite shy, and generally either hide or watch from a safe distance, but the leaf drakes are far bolder.

They have no hesitation about coming to get a closer look at folk, even trying to beg food from them. However, they are a little territorial about their tree.

Week 3

Students and staff have been advised against eating near the big tree in the west gardens. No one has been seriously harmed, but after a few instances of people being harassed for their food, it was deemed necessary to cordon off that section of the garden. Their teeth and claws are quite effective, despite their small size.

There seems to be one drake in particular who instigates these ‘attacks’, and the others follow its lead. It is a little bit larger than the others, and has a rather striking dark band across the eyes.

Due to the interest in this field, we have been able to gain the support of the Institute to make this an offical study into the habits of leafdrakes. With that, we will have access to some extra resources to put towards their care, as well as make it harder for the gardeners to remove them for being a nuisance.

Week 4

Even as Autumn sets in, we are still having a few last warm days.

Our little office was quite stuffy today, so we opened a window to try and get some cool air or a breeze in.

I was soon interrupted in my work, by a pair of drakes alighting on the windowsill. We’ve seen them resting on the sill before, but have never been quite sure if they were looking in or just admiring their reflections. Up close, they are curiously birdlike in their movements, adjusting their wings and tilting their heads this way and that.

They were almost identical, with only slight differences in colouring and wing shape, like the leaves on the tree. One was the ringleader, quite a bit larger than the other, with the dark face band. The smaller one had the same facial marking, but far less stark. They sat and watched for only a few minutes, but leapt away when a door was slammed elsewhere in the building.

It was enough for me to correct and add a few more details to the sketch I’d been working on.

Week 6

After a few weeks of observation, it seems like only the one drake is growing, the rest of the flock have maintained their same size. After a meeting with the other assistants, we think that the study would benefit from being able to more closely track the ringleader.

We know that many of the Greater Drake species can continue growing throughout their lives, reaching immense sizes, but this trait has never been seen in any Garden Drake species, who remain small.

Week 6.2

It took some planning but we were able to capture the ringleader for a closer look.

A container trap was baited with aether-nectar and laced with a light sleep spell, and it didn’t take long for the drake’s greed to get the better of it. There was always the chance of trapping the wrong one, but like in a lot of pack dynamics, the ‘leader’ usually gets at the food first.

With testing, we found the drake is female. She is a healthy weight, and measures about 30cm from nose to tail-tip, we’ve estimated the others to be around 15-20cm. A small band has been attached to her leg to more easily identify her, enchanted so it will grow with her as needed. She woke up while we were attaching it, and my thumb bears the bloody mark of her displeasure, though she didn’t seem too put out once she was able to sit for a spell without being handled. She watched from the top corner of a cabinet while we finished the paperwork, and then we were able to let her back out into the garden.

I’ve nicknamed her Gertie.

Week 9

As the weather grows cooler, they are showing no signs of slowing down, but as the insects retreat, they have been more actively chasing the birds. Gertie appeared at the window, clutching a feather in her teeth, even as I was reading a note left regarding messenger birds going missing.

I would have thought them too large for the drakes, but Gertie has grown again, almost twice as long as the others.

I’m sure she can understand at least a little of what I say, and seems to be following our conversations. She doesn’t like being handled, but has learned ‘hold still’ and will pause and stretch out to let me measure her (as long as a treat is provided and the measuring doesn’t take too long).

Week 10

It seems like Gertie has some level of influence over the mood of the rest of the colony, almost like a hive. While she’s calm, the rest are calm and happy to sit near and watch. But when she startles..

Today, poor Rolf had the misfortune of tripping over one of the garden benches while I was working with Gertie. I think he was trying to see into one of the tree hollows. The bench rocked back and thumped down with a loud THUNK, and the colony took to the air in an angry cloud of claws and teeth.

We fled the gardens in haste, and were able to retreat into a toolshed until they settled. I got out with only a few scratches, but Rolf needed taking to the medic building. I’m sure he’ll look quite fetching in an eyepatch.

It took several days before the gardens were safe to re-enter.

Later that day, I received word that Rolf has quit. Understandably, no-one expects to lose an eye from a research job.

Week 12

An official complaint has been made regarding the missing birds. There isn’t a lot to be done, but I’ve reached out to enchanting to see if they can write a ward to divert the birds away from the air above the gardens.

One of the other assistants donned the protective gear to climb into the tree to inspect the hollows the drakes nest in. He returned, with a number of drakes clinging to his headgear, and three slightly chewed scroll cases. He noted that there are several more drakes in residence than we thought, though no evidence of eggs or breeding has been found.

The messages were quietly delivered (with apologies) and the matter dropped.

Week 13 (Autumn’s End)

The west gardens are severely overgrown. The gardeners have refused to go in at all since Gertie’s last grown spurt. She is now the size of a large cat, several times larger than the others.

Gertie still blends quite well into the trees, but has also started using the brambles and long grass to ambush rabbits and squirrels. As well as any passing ankles. I suspect it was one such ambush that drove the gardeners away.

Week 14 (Winter)

The floral drakes in the gardens have hidden themselves away to wait out the cold weather. The leaf drakes are a little hardier, but we’ve seen signs that they may be preparing to do the same, and have increased efforts to gather nesting materials. They have been spotted flying back and forth with all sorts of things in their claws, including feathers and shed fur, to small pebbles, coins, beads, even a few small aether-crystals. I didn’t get a good look, but I thought I saw one fly by with a pair of spectacles that I’m sure weren’t willingly donated.

Gertie still emerges when we go out, though a little more reluctantly. The area is too overgrown with brambles to get a good look, but I think they have dug out a space at the base of the tree to cozy up in. I doubt Gertie would fit into the tree hollow the colony were using previously, she is quite large now.

Week 15

At last measure, Gertie was just over four feet long. Her wings are a bit smaller in proportion and we don’t see her fly quite as much. However her hide is quite a bit tougher, starting to resemble pinecone scales in some spots. She still has her distinctive facial markings, though without the tag, I wouldn’t have recognised her.

There are concerns of what she will eat as she continues to grow, the gardens can only support so much, even with the feeders stocked. It has been a few days since we’ve seen her, or any of them, so I think they must be hibernating. If they sleep away the winter, that will give us time to sort out something with one of the local farms to get meat delivered.

Week 20

Our efforts have stalled over Winter, as barely a scale has been seen since the snows arrived. On one warmer day, some of the little ones were spotted, clinging to the bare branches to take in a few rays of sun, if only for a short while. There was no sign of Gertie.

If one good thing is come from a slow winter, we have been able to get a better look at the tree itself. Since the drakes have moved in, the big tree has also grown faster than it would otherwise. Its branches are thicker and healthier, and other trees nearby are showing similar flourishing. This is not unheard of, similar effects have been seen in plants occupied by floral drakes, so it tracks that trees could be similarly affected.

The ground around the base of the tree bulges, the roots that can be seen above the snow are dense and knotted. It forms quite the hill when the snows come down. I look forward to seeing the drakes emerge again come spring.

Week 24 (Winter’s End)

Not long to go, surely. No fresh snow for a week or two, so what’s there is starting to melt away. There are more sunny days, if still chilly. The tree is starting to show signs of reviving, there are hints of new growth and fresh leaves starting to bud, earlier than usual.

Week 28 (Spring)

The drakes returned with the leaves! The little ones at least, we still haven’t seen any signs of Gertie. There are quite a few of them, at least a full dozen now, but they move so fast they are hard to count. We still haven’t found any evidence of eggs, but it is possible they came from outside before the freeze.

As the trees fill out with leaves again, the west gardens are far wilder now. The branches reach overhead, almost touching in some places. The drakes flit in and out of the sunlight coming through the leaves. We have been able to clear most of the path, but the spaces between the trees are still full of brambles and shrubs.

Week 32

Something large has been spotted moving through the trees, though it is hard to get a good look. I suspect Gertie has continued to grow through her hibernation.

Through the deal made with one of the farms, we’ve been able to start leaving out chunks of meat, and they seem to be well received.

From the toothmarks in the bones left behind, we estimate that Gertie must be at least the size of a pony.

Week 33

Today, on the first properly warm day we’ve had in a while, I’ve finally been able to get a good look at Gertie since her hibernation. I was taking a break, to be out in the fresh air and away from the office for a bit. I’d stopped at one of the newly reclaimed benches, and only closed my eyes for a moment to rest. It only felt like a minute before I was woken by a huff of air on my face.

She is indeed the size of a pony, plus her tail. Tall enough to look me in the face.

Her body is thicker now, hide resembling thick tree bark. Her wings are much smaller in proportion, just ornamental now.

The little ones follow her, stopping to cling to her back and head, but she doesn’t seem bothered by them. They peered around her to chirp at me as I regained my composure.

Lately I’ve taken to keeping aether-candies in my pockets to offer the drakes on my walks, I’m glad I still had some on me as I was inspected. Gertie accepted the treat happily, rumbling deep in her chest. She rumbled and chirped back to me when I spoke to her.

It was a pleasant moment, she sat with me for a while, long enough to get a sketch of her lounging in the sun.

Week 40

Recently, we have been receiving reports of leaf drake sightings from outside the Institute, from other locations around the city. I can only speculate that something about Gertie’s growth is drawing them to the city.

Long have we pondered the origins of the Greater Forest Drakes, as they seem to just appear out of nowhere, with no documented nests or hatchlings, or even sightings of more than one in an area. But I have little doubt that this is what Gertie has grown up into. I still have questions about how the change occured, or why it was just her out of the group as at the start, there was little to differentiate her from the others.

This is still quite the discovery, and I look forward to publishing an official work with our findings. It could well be the start of further studies into the links between drake species, the garden and greater drakes, and maybe even how they relate to true dragons.

After updating the Institute heads on the progression of the study, they are overall happy with the discovery, but were asking some pointed questions on what we plan to now do with the Greater Drake that has taken up residence. She could well continue growing. I pointed out that we may have gotten off lightly, if Gertie had grown into a Greater Rock Drake or a Hooded Drake, things could have turned out very differently. They did not see the humour in that.

Gertie seems to be quite comfortable in the gardens, the other drake species do not seem bothered by her at all, and she shows no inclination to leave. She could well continue growing, but for now she seems to have slowed down at least.

She continues to develop her understanding of language and appears to follow along with a conversation, even if she lacks the ability to respond yet. A lot of the literature on Greater Drakes suggests that this may well come with time, but it might be something for my children or grandchildren to look forward to.

[graveyardcuddles]

Nectar - Astarion x Pregnant Fem!Reader nsfw One-Shot

18+ Minors DNI

A/N: Astarion makes love to his pregnant wife in the sun. That's it, that's the plot.

(also my first time attempting smut).

Tags/warnings: fem!reader, pregnant reader, pregnancy kink, pregnancy sex, breeding kink, oral sex (fem receiving), PiV sex, praise kink, body worship, super light teasing, extremely soft astarion, fluff, ooey-gooey lovey-dovey porn. also vampires can purr now bc I say so.

Word count: ~ 2500

The sweet smell of sun-warmed grass tickles your nose as you stir from your half-sleep. The leaves of the tree you were resting under rustled in the breeze, shimmering filtered sunlight over your resting spot. The warmth of the day had lulled you into a deep state of relaxation, the background melody of birds singing and insects buzzing almost hypnotic. Your upper half was comfortably shadded under the tree while your lower half was basking in the gentle sunlight. A thick blanket had been laid out underneath you, and a few throw pillows from inside had even been brought outside to maximize your comfort. Under your head, at your sides, a couple tucked under your hips and lower back. You needed all the comfort you could get now that you were in your seventh month of pregnancy. The novel you had been reading was now perched on your belly, forgotten about for now. Astarion, meanwhile, was resting in his favorite spot: between your legs.

His head lays at the apex of your thigh, nestled where it met your hip. His cool face was pressed against the swell of your belly - one arm snaked under a plush thigh. His other arm reaches up to cup the side of your belly. He's practically using you as a pillow, but you can't complain.

He had asked to cuddled up against you so sweetly - "May I, love? You're just so terribly soft, so lovely..." mumbled into your skin as he climbed into your lap like a cat.

You could hardly say "no" after that. His cold body provided a delightful contrast to the summer heat. A palm rests alongside the curve of your stomach, and the fingers of his other hand delicately run up and down your inner thigh, occasionally stopping to dig ever-so-slightly into the abundance of your flesh. You feel one of his pointed ears pressed into the lower curve of your belly, listening to the lifesong coming from within you: The double heartbeats of his wife and baby.

You look down and see the curve of your belly rising and falling gently with your breath, his head tucked up just to the side of your bump. You reach down and pet his hair, fingers winding around his curls. You feel him smiling against you. His hands continue to roam up and down your legs, nose nuzzling into your stomach. One hand wanders down under the short heam of your sundress to gently grope the cheek of your ass. "Ah! Naughty..." You scold him. He responds only with a satisfied hum to your belly.

You can't help but indulge him like this, though. He couldn't get enough of your body ever since it started growing to accommodate your little one. It had stared as a point of pride that he had simply managed to get you pregnant at all. But the more you began to show, the more reverent his gaze and touch became.

"Only you could make the impossible possible like this, my love. You were always full of surprises," he'd say, hands exploring your new curves. "And I must say this is one of my favorites you've sprung on me thus far."

He's always touching you - keeping a hand on the small of your back as you brush your hair in the mirror or coming up behind you to wrap his arms under your belly. The moment any insecurities around your changing body are brought up, he strikes them down immediately.

"I forbid you to feel ashamed at how beautifully your body is growing, darling. That's our baby you're growing. You're stunning, my love. A vision."

Astarion was still ever himself as always, though. One morning, you had dragged your tired frame out of bed before him and started padding your way over to the closet when you heard a snort come from under his breath. You turned around to see him watching you from bed, hand pressed over his mouth and failing to contain his laughter. After shooting him a very confused look he managed to compose himself.

"Oh, my little love," he said almost apologetically. "You um," he cleared his throat and looked a bit nervous, and perhaps for the first time ever, lost for words. "You have a...a bit of a waddle to your step, darling," he said as diplomaticly as possible as he made his way over to you.

You were seriously contemplating throwing the nearest shoe at him when he quickly added, "And it's absolutely adorable," he presses a kiss to your forehead, soothing the fury that was quickly rising up in you.

A sudden kick elicits a groan from you, and you rub over the sore spot. Astarion shifts and lifts his head from your thigh, rolling on his stomach to splay his hands out over your belly. He stares up at you from between your legs. "Are you alright, my dear?" He asks while watching you carefully for any signs of more pain. You stretch lazily and smile at him. His concern for you tugs on your heartstrings.

"You're incredible." He held you and cooed sweet nothings in your ear as he wiped away the angry tears. "My little miracle maker, creating life from unlife." He kisses you until you stop sniffling.

"The sway of your step just shows how strong you are, my love. Strong enough to carry our precious little dhampir, my brilliant girl." Eventually, after a long massage session, all was forgiven.

"Hmm. Are you still comfortable, darling? We can always go back inside if you'd like." His fingers make cold soothing circles on your warm belly, and suddenly, the desire pooling between your legs feels unbearable.

"Yes, my heart. Just some kicking." He lifts your dress up and over the curve of your belly, exposing it to the sun. He traces the stretchmarks on your lower belly with his fingertip. The contrast of the sun's warmth on your sensitive skin and his cool fingers tracing over where your taut skin has stretched to grow and give and make way for your baby feels heavenly.

The sensation sends off unexpectedly strong sparks all over your body before you know it you're already breathy. "Ahhh- Astarion!" He smiles and presses kiss after kiss on your bump. You gasp softly, your desire overflowing quickly as you find yourself increasingly sensitive to his touch.

"Oh...No, I'm alright to stay out out here for now," you mumble to him, a bit breathless. "I'm enjoying the sun." He buries his face just under your swell, inhaling deeply where your thighs meet. "Good girl, let me take care of you."

He nuzzles his nose along the thin waistband of your underwear. You breathe deep as you feel him hold a kiss over the thin wet line forming over your panties. His open mouth teases you, lips and tongue prodding and tugging at sensitive puffy flesh. Both his hands come up to cup your ass and hold you to him as he kisses you impossibly deeper through your soaked panties. His hands run down your legs, catching on your ruined undergarments and pulling them down to discard them. He gently parts your thighs as he leans back to admire you.

"Beautiful," he mutters to himself like a prayer. "So beautiful..." He's staring down at you through hooded eyes, his pupils so blown out with just you can hardly see the red there anymore. That predatory vampiric gaze that would normally prelude a bite to your neck. Instead, he drinks you in every other way that he can. Touching, smelling, tasting you. He massages the heel of his palm over your puffy mons, drawing out long pleasured cries of his names. His hand comes down to cup your sex, playing with your pussy teasingly. The drawn-out lazy motions already have you crying out.

"Oh my sweet girl," he coos as he leans foreword, carefully hovering over you and gently kissing you. Grounding you. The hormones coursing through your body already have you panting and shaking. "Use your words. Tell me what you need." You catch your breath, wrapping your arms around his shoulders and grounding yourself in his scent. "You. Need you. Please, make me feel good."

He kisses you deeply before trailing kisses from your mouth down your neck. He moves to your chest, kissing over where your heart pounds against the skin. He gently cups your tender breast, aching badly these days. He nuzzles and kisses them delicately. Finally, he slows down over your bump again. He grabs you by your thighs and hooks them up on his shoulders. You look down at him and see his ruby eyes disappear under your belly. Not being able to see him added to your anticipation.

You gasp as you feel his cool, flat tongue give a long, lazy lick up your slit. It feels like pleasantly cool water refreshing your overheated core as he laps again and again, his pace excruciatingly slow. You try to control your breath and clutch at the blanket below you as he indulges in you, but your body is buzzing with euphoria. You attempt to buck your hips against his face despite the added weight on your pelvis. He wraps his forearms around your thighs and pulls you to him, kissing you deeply over your clit before resuming his meal, feasting even deeper.

He groans, relishing in your taste, as his head works up and down, over and over again - pressing the flat of his tongue over you with a little more pressure each time. You let out a high-pitched keen and felt your pussy spasm desperately around nothing. You were shocked at how close you already felt to the edge.

"Remember to breathe, darling." He mumbles cheekily, one hand coming up to rub up the side of your hip. Your hand finds his, and your fingers intertwine. He's decided you've had enough teasing, and you cry out again as he presses his mouth fully into you. His tongue slots into your aching pussy, nose buried in your clit and his brow rest gently against your swollen mons. He lets out a deep groan of satisfaction as he nuzzles his nose and mouth into you, collecting your nectar. You try to control your breathing as you whine and moan and squeeze his hand as he holds you steady.

You can feel him grinding his pelvis into the ground, clearly needy for his own stimulation, but he remains focused solely on you. The pained groans from his throat suddenly evolve into deeper growls and then a rumbling from within his chest. He presses his tongue flat against you, dragging it along you again and again, so deliciously slow each time you try and escape from the feeling, but he holds you through the overstimulation. His grinding becomes more urgent. He suckles at your clit and you cry out a long strangled moan as your legs clamp down around his head, your inner thighs rubbing his sensitive ears.

Deep vampiric purrs resonate out from his chest and travel up his throat. You can feel the vibrations running from him to you, his pleasure spurring on your own. He pushes two fingers inside you and pumps them in and out rhythmically while sucking your clit in time. It's too much, and the only way you can maintain your breathing is keen and cry out each breath. Your cries feed his purring in a feedback loop, making them stronger and threatening to topple you over.

His fingers curl upwards inside you, and the combination of sensations finally does you in. Pulse after intense pulse rapidly throbs through your overstimulated pelvic muscles, contracting around Astarion's fingers as you ride it out. You wail as he continues to hold the suction over your clit as you cum, intensifying your orgasm. Jolts of ecstacy lance through your belly and spread out to the rest of your body in waves. Your head spins, your nipples tingle at the slightest friction from your dress, and when you close your eyes, you see bursts of color. The almost painfully intense throbbing in your core tappers out into fluttering pulses, a puddle of slick having pooled underneath you.

Your head lolls back and you gulp down air, legs shaking as Astarion gives you a few more licks for good measure. Once you ride out your orgasm he kisses you, checking on you to make sure you're not hurt. You nod through your post-orgasm haziness that you're alright. More than alright, really.

"Darling," Astarion groans as if he's in pain, palming at the tent in his pants. "Can I finish inside you? Please, I need to be inside you, love."

You smile and begin to move to your side, already supported by your many cushions. He guides you into position, laying on your side with a pillow under your belly. Your dress is fully pushed up, laying yourself bare before him. Astarion pulls out his cock and you feel the precum dripping on your thighs as he lifts your leg gently. He carefully lines himself up with your slick entrance and pushes himself in. He leans foreword and shudders but holds your leg steady, his other hand never leaving your belly.

He groans your name like a prayer, moving in short, fast thrusts as he quickly falls apart. He mutters incoherently in his bliss.

"Sweet girl, my sweet girl. So good to me, having my baby. My love, all mine."

He loses his pace, and his thrusts become choppy. His brows furrow together, and his fangs peak out from his upper lip as he lets go. He calls out your name as he cums, and you feel his release throbbing deep within you, drawing a few more spasms out of your sensitive pussy and making you both moan.

With the both of you now breathless he pulls out gently, cum leaking all over your thighs. He kisses your ankle as he gently lays your leg back down. Astarion moves to lay behind you and wraps his arms around your taut middle. He nestles in close, listening to your heartbeat slow down from your lovemaking. Your hand finds his, and you lace your fingers together again. As you begin to dift off into semi-consciousness, Astarion scoops you up effortlessly despite your pregnant frame. He smiles to himself, thinking he has the whole world in his arms.

"Let’s get you inside, my dear."

[verinarin]

𝐒𝐭𝐚𝐢𝐧𝐞𝐝 𝐓𝐨𝐧𝐠𝐮𝐞

18+| smut | service top! James; oral sex fem! receiving; grinding; James cumming on his pants; sweetest dirty talk but also patethic(?) I like my man old needy and pathetic.

You’ve always thought that a man who derived pleasure from their lover’s pleasure was a myth. Men in general are selfish entities, they’re takers, not givers.

So for a man moaning and whimpering as he delves his tongue deep into your velvety walls, now that’s a new one.

His name was James. You met him at a bar. The poor guy was a bit out of place. His face bore deep, pronounced eyebags.

His lips were chapped, with the skin close to peeling off; somehow, it made you want to kiss it until it was properly moisturized.

He seemed like he needed company–well one thing led to the other and now you have his calloused hands squeezing your thighs.

Pushing the supple flesh flushed against your chest as he feasts upon you like a deranged starved man.

“Tell me you love it, honey,” he muttered against your slick-covered entrance, the tip of his nose grinding against your clit as he took a sharp exhale.

Fuck, he loves the erotic scent of your sopping wet cunt, wet by either your slick or his saliva; he can’t tell.

“James, you’re doing so well, make me feel so fucking good,” you whispered, fingers tugging on his blonde locks.

He moaned at your praise, his hips grinding against the mattresses for some sort of release.

This guy lapped your juices like it was the sweetest nectar, he kept on muttering how he needed this.

“Honey, can you hold your thighs for me, please?” he whined, looking up towards you with puppy eyes, chin glistened with your juices.

He looks pathetic, but how can you deny him?

Without a word you do what he asked, not knowing what it’ll bring you.

Not a moment wasted before he pressed down your lower stomach with one hand and spread your pussy lips with the other.

He could see your poor pussy clenching over nothing, he has to change that now huh?

“So pretty, honey,” he mumbled, parting his lips and sticking his tongue out to let a fat glob of saliva coat that cute clit of yours before it slid down to your needy hole.

His thumb dragged the little hood over your clit, lubricating it with his saliva, “Cutest little clit,” he mused, looking up towards your teary eyes.

Cute girls always have the cutest clit and the tightest pussy’ he thought to himself.

“J-james….” you whined, missing the feeling of his tongue worshiping your pussy, the way his stubble burns against your skin deliciously.

“Tell me what you need, honey,” he perked up, relishing how sweet his name sounded on your lips.

“Fingers or tongue, which one do you want, hun?” he continued, littering kisses across your stomach.

“Which one you prefer?” you asked, it was a dumb question.

But you needed to know why does this guy took his sweet time to lap you with his tongue other than just quickly rip a climax out of you and stuck his cock inside.

“My tongue so that I could taste your sweet juices, but if it’s not enough for you I could always add my fingers in,” he looked up towards you, like a cute puppy waiting for his owner’s command.

“I just want to make you feel good, honey” he blew cool air over your clit, kissing the cute pearl as he nuzzled to your soft skin.

He needed you to feel good, so he could feel good about himself.

“Use whichever you want, James. I just need you….” you whined, your hole clenching on nothing.

The feeling of being needed, it turned him on so fucking much. “Okay, honey. Just relax I’ll do the rest,”

With that he inched back down, spreading your pussy before sliding his tongue inside.

The tip of his thumb curved up, massaging your spongy walls as he pressed down on your stomach, your toes curled at the pleasure he invoked.

His nose nestled on your clit, with his fingers occupied with keeping your pussy spread for him, he used his nose to flick your slippery clit.

He needed you to come on his tongue, coating his taste receptors with the taste of you.

The air that he breathed through his nose smells like your sex; raw and erotic.

He could tell that the smell of your pussy would linger in his nostril for weeks to come, he doesn’t mind it.

He whimpered as he bucked his hips, his boxers felt sticky from the precum smeared all over as he grind on the mattress.

Hearing his needy whimper spur you on too much, you involuntary clenched on his tongue, your back arched as you grind your pussy against his face.

He took this as a sign, his hand pulled your leg to rest on his shoulder before he squeezed your rear.

Holding the soft flesh in place, his grip was firm yet gentle as he lifted you to his mouth, letting his tongue delve deeper inside.

“James, oh my fucking god–” you threw your head back, screaming in pleasure.

He moaned, the noise muffled by your pussy sending vibrations to your core.

His hand slid across your spine, supporting your back as your body shook from the pleasure of the flesh.

He kneeled on the bed with his thighs spread wide open as he squeezed your ass, his other hand holding your back, slowly letting you down on the bed.

His hand found its way to yours, he intertwined his fingers with yours, offering support to his relentless caress.

He finally pulled his head back to catch a moment’s breath, his eyes ridden with lust with a sense of accomplishment.

Gazing upon your drenched pussy, dripping with the combined liquid of your juices and his saliva.

“Pretty,” he licked his slick coated lips, two of his fingers dragging across your slit.

“So pretty,” he slurped the remaining juices, the sound of his tongue sucking your juices was downright obscene, contrasting his sickeningly gentle gaze on your face.

He used his fingers to examine your slit, spreading it open to see your wet gummy walls.

His cock twitched at the sight, so cute. He slid a digit in, curving it inside before pulling your wall slightly open to see your sticky cavern.

Pretty and pink, so cute.

He took a shaky breath in, inhaling oxygen like there was no tomorrow before he leaned back in, his finger still pulling your wall open for his tongue to slither right in.

“James….you’re so fuckk–” you mewled.

His thumb rubbed your clit in a slow circular motion, coaxing you to drench his tongue again.

He knew he made you climax at least once at this point, but not the mind-shattering type of climax that he intended to do from the beginning.

Once your sweet voice greeted him, he knew then that he needed your voice to call his name in ecstasy.

He kept on bucking his hips to the mattress as he laid flat on his stomach, his tongue stroking your walls, silently begging for you to squirt all over his face.

Fuck, he needed that.

“James I’m close soo closee,” he quickly pulled away kissing your stomach, rubbing the smooth skin with his thumb as he asked, “Fingers or tongue?”

“F-fingers…” you couldn't properly vocalise how much you loved how his finger prodded your insides earlier, you could only gasp and moan at his ministrations.

“Don’t worry, honey. I’ll suck on that cute clit for you okay…then I’ll fingerfuck your tight pussy,” he cooed.

He latched his lips on your clit as he slide two of his thick digits in. “F-fuckkk Jamess,”

He could feel his cock burning against the rough fabric of his boxers, the pain edged him on to chase not his high but yours.

The mere thought of your cumming on his tongue, drenching him in your sweet release made his cock twitch.

He thrusted his fingers in and out of your sopping pussy, the squelching sound of your pussy riled him.

He needed to hear more of those erotic sounds mingling with your moans, he rubbed your g-spot. You squirmed at the sudden onslaught, how can he find it in such a short time is beyond your comprehension.

“Cum f’me please….need you to cum, honey,” he whined, alternating between sucking and licking your cute clit.

He needed you to cum, to be consumed by the pleasure he gave you. “Jamess..you’re gonna make me cummm,”

“Mhmm cum for me, honey. That’s it,” he cooed, his fingers vibrating up and down to mimic one of your favourite sex toys. Fuck, how did he do that…..

He could feel your walls clenching tighter around his fingers; your hand tugged on his soft locks, a telltale sign of your climax.

He quickly pulled his fingers out, replacing them with his needy tongue instead, the tip sucking in your sweet nectar as you bloom against his tongue.

Squirting all over his face, you swore you could hear him chuckling as he lapped all of it clean. From your mound to your folds, he sucked every crevice dry.

It took you tugging his hair and pulling off your pussy for him to stop, he looks so fucking messy.

Fucking hell, you need to ride on his cock, right now. “You’re next?” you panted.

You looked down at him licking your juices clean off his lips, his chin glistening with your slippery slick.

“Honey, I umm–already did,” he chuckled, rubbing the back of his neck.

Too embarrassed to confess that he creamed his pants off earlier as he licked your pussy juices clean off your skin.

“Hmm?” you crawled towards him, he quickly sat up to escape, but it was too late.

You found your way to his thighs, you could see the damp spot on his jeans. “O-ohh fuck don’t nuzzle there,” he whined, as you nuzzled your face close to his crotch.

“I’ll wait,” you hummed, resting your head on his thigh.

“Sweetie, wait for what?” he sighed, stroking your hair gently, admiring how beautifully blissed out you look.

“You could get it hard again right?” you hummed as you cupped his semi-hard cock, still confined by his jeans.

”F-fuckk,” he gasped, the night is still young after all.

“Yeah, just give this old man some time to breathe,”

[count-on-mi]

Fun in the tour (Jihyo, Tzuyu)

TWICE's concert in Indonesia has just ended, and all the members gathered at the celebration banquet to have a drink.

Tzuyu, who had always been relatively introverted, suddenly hugged the leader Jihyo's arm and said, " Jihyo Eooni, I'm so lonely...", with a confused look on her rosy face.

" What's wrong, Tzuyu?" Jihyo asked with concern. She knew that Tzuyu had not been able to take a good rest due to the busy work. ‘I... I haven't done that kind of thing for a long time... I... I haven't had sex for a long time recently..." Tzuyu said softly, her eyes a little wandering, "I really miss... The feeling of being penetrated hardly by a man's cock..." "Huh? ! " Jihyo's face suddenly turned red after hearing Tzuyu's words, but she also understood Tzuyu's mood. After all, they are young girls in their prime, and it is inevitable that they will have sexual needs. Jihyo was startled by these sudden words. She jumped and comforted: "It's okay, it's normal if you are too busy at work. "

" But ... but I really miss that feeling ... being penetrated roughly by a man ... ahh ~ the thought of it makes my heart beat faster ..." Tzuyu gasped softly as she spoke.

" Tzuyu, you are really ..." Jihyo looked at Tzuyu, whose face was flushed, and felt that her lower body could not help but feel warm.

In order to help Tzuyu relieve stress and to allow the two of them to relax better, Jihyo suggested that they go to the jjimjilbang in the hotel to take a rest together.

"Okay~ Jihyo eooni ~" Tzuyu nodded excitedly. The two of them were a little drunk, so they didn't care and walked into the men's jjimjilbang room naked.

The two of them were sitting naked on the tatami, Tzuyu's pink breasts stood erect on her chest, the blush spread to the root of her neck, Jihyo also stripped naked, and a trace of darkness could be seen between her slender legs.

" Tzuyu, if we go in like this, we will definitely be noticed by other men ... But it would be nice if we can find a suitable person to have fun with ..." Jihyo smiled evilly and stroked her body.

"Well... let's wait for a while... I'm also looking forward to the feeling of being violated..." Tzuyu leaned against Jihyo, her hands involuntarily holding Jihyo's breasts, and gently rubbing them with her fingers.

The two caressed each other, and their sexual desire gradually increased. Tzuyu's breasts changed into various shapes in Jihyo's hands, and the nipples stood up high; Jihyo's clitoris also became more and more congested under Tzuyu's fingertips, secreting slippery nectar.

" Hmm ... Tzuyu's hands are really good ..." Jihyo lay on her back on the tatami with her legs spread wide, while Tzuyu lay between her legs and sucked her labia vigorously.

" Hmm ... ah ... Jihyo Eooni's pussy is so sweet ..." Tzuyu sucked the nectar vigorously, inserting her tongue into the inner wall of the pussy and stirring it, making Jihyo moan out from the licking.

" Haah ... go deeper ... yes ... right there ... ahhh ..." Jihyo grabbed Tzuyu's hair and rocked it back and forth. Tzuyu moaned in response, and the two bodies were in the jjimjilbang. The room was intertwined.

Tzuyu raised her head, with a trace of crystal clear nectar hanging from the corner of her mouth, and a lustful blush on her face. She looked at Jihyo with big watery eyes, "Jihyo eooni ... Are we going too far ... what if someone comes in ?" What should we do ..."

"It's okay ... If someone really comes in ... we'll let him join us ..." Jihyo gently licked the liquid from the corner of Tzuyu's mouth, kneading her erect nipples with her palms, " Besides, it's impossible to do this now. If it can’t satisfy us ... it’s better to let more people enjoy us ..."

Tzuyu nodded and buried her head between Jihyo's legs again. Their breathing became more and more rapid, and the whole room was enveloped in a lustful atmosphere...

After a while, a strange man opened the door of the steam room. When he saw two naked beauties in the room, they were flirting with each other and he was stunned.

Jihyo raised her head and glanced at the man, only to see his eyes widened and his face turned red. Then he turned around and wanted to escape from the room.

" Wait! " Jihyo shouted to him, and the man had to stand there, looking at Jihyo and Tzuyu helplessly.

"Sir, please sit down..." Jihyo raised her fingers at the man, "We two beauties will not hurt you..."

The man hesitated for a moment, then sat cautiously in the corner of the room, lowering his head and not daring to look at Jihyo and Tzuyu again.

Jihyo smiled and turned back to her lust with Tzuyu again. The two were engaging in more intense intimacy within the sight of the man.

Tzuyu sat on her knees on the ground, Jihyo raised her buttocks slightly, Tzuyu buried her head between Jihyo's legs, her tongue moved back and forth between the clitoris and anus, and her hands kneaded Jihyo's breasts, occasionally pulling on the nipples.

Jihyo was half lying on the floor, enjoying Tzuyu's superb oral while also paying attention to the man's movements.

Although he didn't understand the language, judging from his expression, he seemed to be stunned by the sight in front of him and completely unable to understand why these two beauties would behave like this without any shame.

Jihyo looked at the man's shy expression and knew that he had become their prey. So Jihyo nibbled Tzuyu's earlobe and whispered in Tzuyu's ear: "Tzuyu, do you want to try a new toy? "

"Ah... as long as it's a man... it's okay..." Tzuyu had already been controlled by lust, and at this moment she was satisfied as long as someone was willing to have sex with her.

After receiving an affirmative answer, Jihyo moaned even more unbridled, and the hot breath from her mouth blew over Tzuyu's neck and ears, making Tzuyu's body tremble again.

"Hmm... Tzuyu... you're so good... faster... ah... my lower part is so itchy... I want it so much..." Jihyo deliberately raised her voice so that the man could hear it. Their conversation also increased the intensity of Tzuyu's hands. The two breasts continued to change shapes in her hands, and the sensitive nipples were pinched and hardened.

Tzuyu was so teased by Jihyo that she couldn't control herself, so she simply raised her hips in the direction of the man. Her pink labia were slightly everted due to the previous orgasm, and the gurgling love juice soaked her entire vagina.

Tzuyu kneaded her other breast with one hand, reached down with the other hand, gently squeezed the erect clitoris with her thumb and middle finger, then slid into the inner wall of the vagina, rubbing and rotating at the entrance of the vagina.

"Hmm...Tzuyu...you are really good at playing...look at how bad you are..." Jihyo didn't seem to notice Tzuyu's little moves, he was just immersed in Tzuyu's ventriloquism, shaking her buttocks to accommodate , while muttering and moaning.

The man originally didn't dare to watch this lewd scene anymore, but Tzuyu's deliberately provocative actions were so tempting that he couldn't help but sneak a glance at Tzuyu's lower body.

This glance just happened to see Tzuyu's dripping vagina, as well as the scene of her moving her hands up and down her private parts. The man immediately awakened the desire in his lower body, and the giant thing under his crotch instantly set up a tent.

Jihyo noticed the man's reaction and was secretly happy - their first step of the plan had worked.

Although the man didn't know what Jihyo and Tzuyu were talking about, their lustful moans hit his eardrums over and over again, causing his sanity to gradually disappear.

Coupled with Tzuyu's lewd masturbation posture, it made him even more horny. Even though he didn't understand what they were doing, his physical instinct made his thick and long cock fully erect uncontrollably, pushing up a huge bulge in his pants.

Jihyo saw that the man was fascinated by her and Tzuyu's performance, and the time was ripe, so she slowly crawled towards the man.

The man suddenly came to senses and realized that the giant thing under his crotch had completely betrayed him and was craving for some comfort. However, when he saw everything in front of him clearly again, he saw that Jihyo's hand had reached to his pants chain, wrapping his hot cock through the fabric, and gently moving it up and down.

"Ah...wu..." The man couldn't help but moan happily, the pleasure from his lower body spread throughout his body, and his reason was once again thrown away.

Tzuyu also changed her position. She sat cross-legged on the ground, spread her legs widely, and quickly moved her fingers in and out of her vagina, bringing out a large amount of juice. The other hand was mercilessly kneading her nipples, kneading her already towering breasts into various shapes.

The man was attracted by Tzuyu's lewd appearance, and he was also addicted to the pleasure brought by Jihyo's techniques. Although he didn't understand what Jihyo and Tzuyu were talking about, he also knew that their target was his fully erect cock.

" Ah ... do you want to fuck us ..." Jihyo slapped her cheek with the man's cock wantonly, casting an ambiguous look at the man, " If you want ... you can do it now ..."

Although the man didn't understand what Jihyo was saying, he could definitely guess what she meant. So the man kept nodding like a well-behaved dog, staring at Jihyo with longing eyes.

Seeing that the man had succumbed to her own methods, Jihyo teased him even more unscrupulously. She grabbed the big breasts on her chest, wrapped the man's thick and long cock in them, and started rubbing them up and down.

Jihyo smiled proudly, lowered her head, stretched out her tongue and gently licked the man's glans. The precum fluid flowing out of the tips was immediately swallowed into her mouth, making a slurping sound.

Lubricated by sweat and precum, Jihyo's titjobs became smoother. She adjusted the distance between her breasts so that the man's cock could sink completely between her breasts. Sometimes she would twist her waist and use her nipples to stimulate the man's glans.

The man was impressed by Jihyo's superb skills. He breathed in so much pleasure that his muscles tensed up. Jihyo noticed that the man was on the verge of climax, so he kneaded her breasts harder and increased the speed of friction.

At this time, Tzuyu, who was not willing to be alone, also stopped masturbating and walked to the man's side. She grabbed the man's right hand and guided it to cover her labia.

" Please..." Tzuyu changed from her usual arrogant attitude, with a look of grievance in her eyes, and looked at the man pitifully, "Please touch me... My lower body is so itchy... I want you to stop it...."

Tzuyu's words touched the man like a spell, and he desperately put his hand on Tzuyu's pussy. The two petal-like labia opened slightly in his hand, and his fingers felt a wet and sticky feeling.

"Hmm..." Tzuyu let out a short moan, and the inner walls of her vagina tightened involuntarily, trying to suck the man's fingers into it.

The man's fingers lingered at the entrance of Tzuyu's pussy for a while, feeling the rhythm of the surrounding muscles. Then suddenly with a burst of energy, three fingers were neatly inserted into the inner wall of the hole.

"Ahhh!!!" Tzuyu cried out unexpectedly, her pussy suddenly contracted, and she swallowed all the man's fingers.

"It's so deep...ah...don't...be so hasty..." Tzuyu raised her head, her red lips slightly parted, and thin beads of sweat appeared on her forehead.

The man felt extremely comfortable being pinched by Tzuyu's pussy. He thrust his fingers more and more in and out, groping around in the pussy, and after finding Tzuyu's most sensitive point, he began to press it repeatedly.

"Ah... there... it doesn't work... I’m going to break..." Tzuyu groaned in a daze, and a warm current surged out of her vagina, soaking the man's palm.

Jihyo saw Tzuyu being played so wildly by a man, and she was also burning with desire. She freed the man's cock from the slit of her breasts, then leaned down and gently kissed the glans with her lips.

"Hmm..." The man was stunned by Jihyo's oral skills. Jihyo's tongue flexibly roamed around the glans, sometimes deep into the depression on the glans, sometimes lightly scraping at the frenulum, giving the man unprecedented pleasure.

Under the double offensive of Tzuyu and Jihyo, the man quickly reached his limit.

Just when the man was about to reach climax, Jihyo suddenly stopped the titjob. This sudden feeling of emptiness confused the man, and he looked at Jihyo in confusion.

The next second, Jihyo's move made the man stunned - she took the initiative to sit on the man's body, pointed her already muddy pussy at the man's cock, and then slowly sat down.

"Hmm..." As soon as Jihyo sat down, the man's cock was completely inserted into the pussy, and was wrapped and sucked by the layers of voluptuous meat inside.

The man's rationality was completely disconnected. He stared at Jihyo's rising and falling chest, watching it draw two snow-white arcs in the air.

At the same time, he did not ignore Tzuyu. The man's fingers were still pumping into Tzuyu's pussy, bringing wave after wave of water.

" Ah ... your fingers ... so good ..." Tzuyu moaned, the inner walls of her pussy constantly squeezing the man's fingers, trying to push them deeper.

The man was fascinated by the two sluts Jihyo and Tzuyu, so he could only keep increasing the force, causing the two of them to rock and roll, enjoying the ultimate pleasure.

Jihyo's cowgirl sex skills are very good. Sometimes she swings her waist up and down quickly, causing the man's cock to rub against her vagina at high speed; sometimes she rotates her hips in circles, allowing the man's cock to rub against the G-spot deep in her vagina.

" Ah ... it's too deep ... I will be broken ..." Jihyo was so distracted by the man's fucking that she uttered unclear words. She raised her arms and put her arms around the man's neck, taking the initiative to give him a sweet kiss.

The man was conquered by Jihyo's passionate kissing skills and immediately stuck out his tongue to intertwine her lips and tongue.

In this way, the two reached climax at the same time during a passionate kiss. The man's cum ejaculated fiercely into Jihyo's body, and Jihyo also cummed due to excessive vaginal stimulation, and a stream of honey flowed out of the joint between the two.

The man withdrew from Jihyo with satisfaction, and then moved on to Tzuyu. He pulled Tzuyu's ankles apart and pushed her down to the ground.

"Ah..." Tzuyu felt the man's hot breath close to her eyes and closed her eyes shyly.

The man leaned down and licked his tongue all the way up Tzuyu's thighs, finally reaching between the two labia.

" Well ... you are ..." Tzuyu squirmed uncomfortably, but she also enjoyed the licking of the man's lips and tongue.

The man didn't answer, but sucked Tzuyu's private parts harder. Tzuyu's pussy was soon flooded again, and the man's tongue was filled with streams of honey.

"Hmm... so sweet..." The man tasted Tzuyu's taste intoxicatedly, and at the same time he did not forget to rub the bud on Tzuyu's chest with his hands.

Tzuyu's whole body became soft after being played with by the man, and her pussy was tightening and opening, wanting more men to invade.

The man felt Tzuyu's desire, so he finally stepped forward and started fucking her vigorously.

Tzuyu was so excited to be possessed by a man again. She squeezed the man's waist tightly, wishing to swallow him whole.

"Ah... it's so deep... Tzuyu is going to be broken..." Tzuyu moaned, feeling the violent impact of the man's cock inside her body.

After regaining her breath, Jihyo also crawled behind the man. She held the man's elbow with one hand and pinched the man's nipple with the other hand.

"Hmm...you guys are really having fun..." Jihyo looked at Tzuyu being fucked to the point of ecstasy, and she couldn't help but want to join in.

So Jihyo stuck out her tongue, licking the sweat from the man's back, while pushing the man to fuck Tzuyu faster.

" Ah ... slow down ... I'm going to die ..." Tzuyu wailed, but her movements betrayed her inner desire.

Jihyo and Tzuyu were enjoying the extreme pleasure brought by the man's cock, while they were discussing its size and staying power.

" Tzuyu, this is the longest and thickest cock I have ever seen ..." Jihyo gasped.

"Yeah... Me too... He always hit the deepest point..." Tzuyu agreed.

" And it lasted so long ..." Jihyo said in surprise.

"Yes...I have never been fucked by a man for so long..." Tzuyu's eyes were blurred, completely immersed in the orgasm of sex.

Although the man could not understand the conversation between the two, he knew from Tzuyu's lustful expression that she had reached countless orgasms. So the man increased his speed and ejaculated another stream of thick semen in the deepest part of Tzuyu.

"Ah!!!" Tzuyu was so stimulated by this powerful ejaculation that she became incontinent. her urine and pussy splashed out at the same time, reaching the ultimate climax of the night.

The man's cock had just been pulled out of Tzuyu's body, and it was covered with a mixture of nectar and semen. Jihyo couldn't wait to kneel down on the man's crotch and swallow the filthy cock into her mouth.

" Hmm ..." The man hummed comfortably, and the warmth of Jihyo's mouth and smooth tongue quickly revived him.

Even if they don't understand each other, Jihyo can quickly tell by the man's reaction whether he is hard again. She swallowed the man's cock deeply into her mouth and started using it one after the other.

" Wow ... it feels so good ..." The man held Jihyo's hair and moved in and out at the same speed as her.

In this way, the two of them had another passionate oral sex next to Tzuyu's weak body.

" Look, what you fucked us Tzuyu into ..." Jihyo raised her eyes and looked at Tzuyu lying on the ground. Tzuyu's expression at the moment was a mixture of pain and satisfaction, and her lower body was in a mess.

"It's all because your cock is so big..." Jihyo winked charmingly, still holding the man's cock in her mouth.

The man's blood was so excited by Jihyo's services that he swelled rapidly in Jihyo's mouth, preparing to enter Jihyo's pussy again.

"Okay...I'm going in..." The man held down Jihyo's head, and after thrusting dozens more times into her mouth, he finally pulled out his cock.

Jihyo lay down on the side knowingly, spread her legs and exposed her wet pussy, waiting for the man's invasion.

The man didn't let Jihyo wait any longer. He put Jihyo's thighs on his shoulders, then pushed up hard, and the entire cock was submerged inside Jihyo.

"Oh..." Jihyo moaned loudly, and was immediately drowned by the man's violent fucking...

Throughout the night, the man had crazy sex with Jihyo and Tzuyu inside the steam room. Even though the three of them didn't understand each other, the frequency and intensity of their sex had already enabled them to develop a certain tacit understanding.

With just a look from the man, Jihyo and Tzuyu knew they had to change their positions or tighten their pussies to accommodate the man's impact.

Although the man could not understand the Korean conversation between the two, he could tell what they were going through from their cries and movements.

Whenever Jihyo and Tzuyu let out high-pitched moans, the man would speed up his thrusts and hit them deep inside their bodies with greater force. If they whimper or cry, the man will slow down and give them some time to breathe.

Gradually, the three of them also established a subtle way of communication through silent sex. Sometimes with just a look or a touch, they can read each other's needs and desires.

The man will rub Jihyo's clitoris before penetration , allowing her to reach a small orgasm before entering her. Tzuyu, on the other hand, likes men to rub circles on her back and gently scratch her sensitive spots with his glans until she twists her body to indicate that she can enter.

Although there was not much verbal communication, this dual communication of body and spirit allowed the three of them to reach unprecedented heights overnight. They use their primal instincts to please each other, and ultimately reach the ultimate level of satisfaction together.

Tzuyu and Jihyo's perfect cooperation was very helpful to the man. When he pulled his cock out of Tzuyu's body, the two of them immediately raised their heads and stuck out their tongues as if they were ready to cum.

Even if the man couldn't understand what the two were saying, he could tell just by looking at their actions that they were begging him to spray their faces with semen.

Such a lustful sight made the man unable to control his desire anymore. He held Tzuyu and Jihyo's hair and pressed their heads towards his cock.

"Hmm..." Tzuyu and Jihyo were forced to lower their heads and let the man's cock penetrate their mouths.

Suddenly, a stream of thick white fluid spurted out from the man's body, and all of it hit Tzuyu and Jihyo's faces.

" Ah ..." Tzuyu and Jihyo moaned in pleasure. They closed their eyes and let the man's semen spread on their faces.

The semen was ejaculated for a long time, and Tzuyu and Jihyo were washed over and over again until the man could no longer cum.

The man then let go of their hair, allowing them to raise their heads and take a deep breath of air.

"You're so good..." Tzuyu and Jihyo exclaimed at the same time. They wiped a handful of semen on their faces and put it into their mouths, chewing it with satisfaction.

Even if a man doesn't understand their Korean, he can understand how much they appreciate his sexual prowess. He took one last look at their sexy faces covered in semen before falling to the ground and falling asleep.

Jihyo and Tzuyu smiled at each other and began to lick the semen from each other's faces.

"Hmm...his cum is so delicious..." Tzuyu bent down and stuck out her tongue to lick the semen from the edge of Jihyo's lips.

"Yeah...the taste is very rich..." Jihyo also leaned forward, inserted the tip of her tongue into Tzuyu's mouth, and licked the semen on her face with her fragrant tongue.

The two of them licked the semen from each other's faces like two bitches until there was no more drop left.

"Look at our clits..." Jihyo pointed to her labia that was red and swollen from being fucked by a man, and looked at Tzuyu again.

Tzuyu's labia were also swollen, and there was still some wet cum on them.

"He is so powerful..." Tzuyu sighed, "My pussy is still aching..."

"Me too...but the pleasure brought by this man is really unstoppable..." Jihyo also agreed.

The two couldn't help but recall the man's performance just now. His sexual ability and durability exceeded their expectations.

" I bet that even if we invite him again now, he won't refuse ..." Tzuyu said with a smirk.

"Of course...he is a man who is never tired..." Jihyo also showed a look of longing.

Before the man woke up, Tzuyu and Jihyo decided to play with him again.

The two crawled under the man, each hugged one side of his thigh, and then leaned down together, teasing the man's cock with the tip of their tongues.

"Hmm... so hard..." Tzuyu and Jihyo exclaimed at the same time.

Even after a few hours of crazy sex, the man's cock was still as hard as ever.

" Come on ... let's make it soft again ..." Jihyo said, and she and Tzuyu swallowed the man's cock together.

"Uh...uh..." A low moan came from the man's throat. Although he was still asleep, he seemed to be responding to the stimulation of the two's oral sex.

"It's getting bigger again..." Tzuyu spit out his cock and watched with pleasure as it stood between the two of them.

"Of course...we can't just let it go soft so easily..." Jihyo leaned down again and continued to lick the man's cock.

Tzuyu followed suit, and their tongues slid along the cock, sometimes intertwining, and sometimes each sucking on different parts of the shaft.

Although the man was still half asleep, the offensive of their sweet tongues still successfully aroused his physiological reaction.

Soon, Tzuyu and Jihyo felt that the cock in their mouths was getting bigger and bigger, and a strong male smell also spread in their noses.

"He is about to cum..." Jihyo quickly reminded Tzuyu. The two of them increased their sucking intensity at the same time, and quickly played with the man's glans with the tip of their tongues.

"Hmm...!" The man reached climax again under the stimulation of the two men, and a stream of thick white fluid spurted out from the tip of his cock, all falling into Tzuyu and Jihyo's mouths.

"Hmm...!" The two of them cried out in surprise at the same time, hurriedly holding their cocks in their mouths, for fear of missing any drop of semen.

The man's ejaculation continued for a while until no more came out.

"It's so delicious..." Tzuyu and Jihyo exchanged a bite before swallowing it all.

The two of them licked and cleaned the man's cock again, making sure that it was completely clean before they stopped.

"We should go..." Jihyo pushed the man gently, "Don't wake him up..."

"Hmm..." Tzuyu nodded, and the two put on their clothes and sneaked out of the room.

"If there is a chance next time, we must find him again..." Tzuyu murmured to herself.

"No problem..." Jihyo also smiled expectantly, "Believe me, he can come to us anytime he wants..."

[eddiesxangel]

Need ass worshipping older Eddie

Eddie is a freak. He is a dirty and nasty man when it comes to sex, and one of his favourite things is to play with your holes, especially your ass. He wants his face pressed against it at all times, so when you said yes- hesitantly- he pounced at the opportunity, literally.

“Turn around for me, baby. Yes, that’s it.” He’d knelt while you were still standing and cupped your cheeks in his rough-weathered hands.

“Eddie,” you moan. You were nervous about being so exposed to him, but Eddie was reeling from the fact that you hadn’t done this before.

He would get to pleasure you in a way you’d never thought possible.

“It’s okay, baby; I’m gonna take good care of you.” He slipped his hand between your legs, rubbing your pussy lips, gliding his hand back up from your clit to your tailbone.

“Okay,” you sigh, trusting the older man.

“Why don’t you get on your hands and knees for my doll?” He pats the bed.

You crawl up, still a bit nervous, but you’re already dripping at the thought of Eddie between your legs.

You hear Eddie groan in pleasure as you arch your back up from him, sticking your ass out as much as possible.

“Mmm, look at you.” he peels off your underwear to reveal his next meal.

Your tight little hole perked and begging to be licked. Eddie watches as your sweet nectar teases to let go of your panties as he slowly pulls them down.

Another needy moan leaves your throat, and Eddie can’t help but give you a little love slap to the plush of your cheeks.

“Patience, doll. I’m taking my time with you.”

Eddie runs his thick fingers up and down your slick folds, your body shuddering at his delicate touch. The feeling of his fingers travelling more and more back. Slowly inching his way back, you got wetter by the second.

“Relax for me, baby; rest your head.” He encouraged.

You listened and lay your head down, and your ass was as high up in the air as it could be.

“That’s it, good job, baby” his hands palmed your ass, spreading your wide, your pussy glistening for him.

“Already so wet, sweetheart”

“Eddie, please, I want you to touch me,” he was teasing so badly.

“Mmm, with pleasure,” he hummed and leaned in.

The feeling of his wet tongue running along the skin that hadn’t been before sent tingles through your body.

“Oh my god,” you gasped.

Eddie massaged your ass while his tongue explored you further. Flicking and tasting you, Eddie’s eyes rolled back in his head as he ate your ass. His chin rested up on your pussy, sending shivers down your spine as his stubble only aided your pleasure. His tongue flicked kitten licks that turned into extended lingering circles around your tight hole.

His cock was so painfully hard and neglected. The red tip bobbed against his stomach as he knelt into your body.

“Oh, Eddie!” You muffled cries of pleasure as his tongue breached your tightest hole. Never did you think having your ass eaten would be so pleasurable? You were nervous it would be painful if anything, but the way Eddie was playing with you made you want more.

“Mmm, you like my face in your ass, don’t you?” Eddie teases.

“Mmmmmmm”

“Such a little whore for me, aren’t you?”

“Yes,” you would agree with anything he said. You were already fucked out.

“More,” you plead.

Eddie’s eyes snapped open in surprise. Reluctantly, he peeled his face from your body.

“You want me to finger your little ass hole, is that it?”

“Yes,” you can’t believe the words fell from your lips. But Eddie has your head spinning, as always.

“You spoil me, baby.”

Your clit throbs, and your pussy clenched around nothing as Eddie teases the perimeter of your tight hole with his index finger.

His lust-filled eyes do not dare to blink as he pushes slowly into you.

“Oh!” You gasp at the pressure, but you like it. You want the feeling of his finger spreading you open for him. You liked it so much you thought maybe one day you’ll be able to take his cock, but that’s for another day.

“Doing so well for me, baby, fuckin look at you.” Eddie could cum right now, and he hasn’t even been touched. The way you gripped around him and how submissive you were being had Eddie in a head spin.

Slowly Eddie began to pump his finger in and out of your hole, and you couldn’t help but to slid your hand up under you to touch your clit. Your body jerked when your fingers made contact with your pussy, and that only made you squeeze harder.

“Fuckin hell,” Eddie was throbbing. He couldn’t not touch himself any longer. With his free hand, he started to stroke his cock, feeling the relief he wanted. He needed to watch his cum drip from your hole down to your pussy.

Your body was shaking within a short few minutes as you rubbed your pussy, and Eddie switched from fingering your ass to leaving sweet licks.

“Eddie, please!” You didn’t even know what you were begging for; your brain was so fuzzy from the pleasure that you felt like you were floating.

“Fuck, you gonna cum? Are you gonna cum from your ass being played with? Filthy, baby.” He latched his tongue back into your ass and replaced your hand with his.

You couldn’t hold it any longer; the feeling of everything Eddie was doing to you took over, and you came across as the hardest you had in a long time.

As your body trembled under Eddie’s touch, he leaned back and watched as his cum fell into your tight hole. He loved how it dripped down to your pussy; he ran it back up again and watched his seed flow down to your soaked, blousy lips before licking it back up to fill your second hole.

“You gonna let this old man fill your ass one day, aren’t you, baby?”

“Yes,” you sigh, coming down from your high.

“Fuck I’m about to get hard again.”

"Maybe you're not so old after all," you teased.