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badathumanemotions · 27 days ago

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Hi, I really like your fics and I have a question. Can you write either a nsfw Elle Greenaway x reader x Jennifer Jareau, or a nsfw Elle Greenaway x reader where Elle is jealous of the reader for flirting with JJ?

For One Night Only

Elle Greenaway x Reader x JJ MDNI Masterlist Category: Smut CW: Smut, Threesome, Lesbian Sex, Nude Picture, Oral Sex, Face Sitting, Fingering, FingerFucking, Tribbing/Scissoring, Possessive Behaviour, Dom/Sub Undertones. WC: 11,185 (Not Proof Read)

Elle was in the break room, her thumbs dancing across the screen of her phone, scrolling through an endless feed of social media updates. The muffled sounds of the office beyond the door melded into a comforting background murmur, a gentle white noise to accompany her procrastination.

As the door swung open, a burst of laughter and chatter spilled in, and JJ stepped inside with a spring in her step. "Hey, Elle," she chirped, her eyes immediately drawn to the phone in her colleague's hand. It was an innocent glance, a casual curiosity, until her gaze froze. On the screen was an image that didn't quite match the office decor: a photo of you, naked, in a pose that could only be for Elle. The photo was candid, intimate, and JJ felt a sudden heat rise to her cheeks. She tried to look away, but her eyes kept darting back, drawn to the way your skin glowed against the bed sheets and the soft curve of your hips. It was a moment that was clearly not meant for her, and yet, there it was, seared into her brain.

The air in the room grew thick with the unspoken tension, and Elle looked up, her thumb hovering over the screen. She caught JJ's gaze, her eyes widening with horror as she realized what had happened. "Oh my God," she yelped, slapping her hand over the phone screen. "JJ, I'm so sorry!" But the damage was done. The image remained burned in JJ's mind, and she could feel her heart racing. She forced a smile, trying to play it cool, but the flush on her cheeks and the way she couldn't quite hold eye contact gave her away.

"It's… it's okay," JJ managed to stutter out, her voice a little too high. She grabbed a water bottle from the fridge, her hand shaking slightly, and took a sip to compose herself. "I just… I'll… I'll just…" she trailed off, gesturing vaguely towards the door. "I've got… I've got to get back to work."

As she turned to leave, she couldn't help but bump into you. It was an innocent enough collision, but the way her cheeks turned crimson suggested it was anything but. She mumbled an apology, her eyes darting everywhere but your face. She stumbled back, knocking into the counter, her hand reaching out to steady herself. Her touch lingered for a fraction of a second longer than necessary, and the air grew charged with something that was definitely not office professionalism.

You looked at her, puzzled by her strange behaviour. "Are you okay, JJ?" you asked, a hint of concern in your voice. She nodded, too quickly, and took a step back, her eyes finally meeting yours. They were filled with a mix of embarrassment and something else - something that sent a thrill through you. "Yeah, I'm fine," she said, her voice barely above a whisper. "I just… I've got to go. To get back to work."

JJ practically bolted from the break room, leaving you and Elle to exchange confused glances. "What's up with her?" you wondered aloud. Elle looked at you with an expression that was both amused and apologetic. "I think she saw something she wasn't supposed to," she said. "It was just a mistake. I didn't mean for her to see it."

You frowned, not quite understanding. "What did she see?"

Elle took a deep breath, her cheeks still flushed with embarrassment. "It was… it was a photo of you," she admitted, her voice low. "A personal one, from my camera roll." She couldn't quite meet your eyes, focusing instead on the floor tiles as if they might offer some semblance of an explanation.

You felt a wave of mortification wash over you, understanding immediately what had caused JJ's reaction. It was a private moment, one that wasn't meant to be shared with anyone else, especially not your colleagues. But as you processed the situation, you couldn't help but feel a strange mix of emotions. You were upset, yes, but also a bit… excited? The thought of JJ seeing you like that, of her looking at you with desire in her eyes, was surprisingly thrilling.

Elle's cheeks were still pink as she apologized again, her voice sincere and filled with regret. "I'm so sorry," she said, her eyes flickering towards the now-locked screen of her phone.

You took a moment to process everything before finally letting out a sigh. "It's okay," you replied, trying to sound nonchalant despite the racing of your heart. You knew that the situation was awkward, but you also knew that JJ was your professional partner and friend, and that this was just a misunderstanding. "It's not a big deal, really," you assured her, flashing a smile to ease the tension.

For the rest of the day, JJ avoided eye contact with you like it was her job. Every time you passed her in the hallway, she would quickly look away, her cheeks a rosy shade of red that stood out starkly against her fair skin. In the briefing room, she fidgeted with her files, her eyes glancing up at you before darting away again. Yet, you couldn't help but feel a strange thrill every time you caught her staring. It was as if she couldn't help herself, her curiosity piqued by the glimpse she'd gotten earlier.

The following days were a dance of tension and subtle flirtation. JJ would "accidentally" brush against you as you both grabbed coffee in the morning, her hand lingering just a little too long on the small of your back. She'd lean over your desk to discuss a case, her breasts pressing against your arm, and you'd catch her gaze lingering on your mouth when you spoke. It was a game you weren't quite sure you were playing, but it was clear that she was enjoying it.

Elle noticed the change in JJ's behaviour almost immediately. She saw the way JJ's eyes followed you around the office, the way she'd laugh a little too hard at your jokes, and how she'd find any excuse to be close to you. At first, Elle was confused, but as the days went on, she started to put the pieces together. The accidental photo had sparked something in JJ, something that was now simmering just beneath the surface.

Her response was instinctual. A twinge of jealousy shot through her, and she found herself wanting to mark her territory, to remind JJ and the rest of the team that you belonged to her. She began to show more PDA around the office, her hand often finding its way to yours as you walked side by side, her hand resting on your thigh during tense briefings, and her lips brushing against your cheek in a lingering kiss when you left for the night. It was subtle, but enough to make her point without being overly obvious.

But JJ's glances grew bolder. You'd catch her staring at you during breaks, her gaze lingering on your body in a way that was unmistakably hungry. It was like she was seeing you anew, and it was intoxicating. You felt like the star of your own secret show, with an audience of one. You had to admit, it was a thrill, knowing that you had that kind of power over her.

One night, as you lay tangled in the sheets with Elle, the tension of the day weighing heavily on your mind, you couldn't hold back your curiosity anymore. "Elle," you whispered into the darkness, "have you noticed anything… different about JJ lately?"

Elle's eyes fluttered open, a knowing smile playing on her lips. "You mean the way she looks at you?" she asked. She rolled onto her side, her hand tracing patterns on your skin. "I can't say I'm surprised," she said, her eyes gleaming in the low light.

You felt your heart skip a beat. "What do you mean?" you asked, your voice hesitant.

Elle propped herself up on one elbow, her gaze intense. "It's obvious, she's into you," she said matter-of-factly. "But don't worry, I trust you."

You swallowed hard, the thought of JJ's desire for you mixing with the reality of your relationship with Elle. "What if… what if we did something about it?" you ventured, feeling the excitement build in your voice. "What if we… invited her to join us? Just for a night."

Elle's hand stilled on your skin, and she studied your face for a long moment. You could see the cogs turning in her mind, weighing the implications of your words. "A threesome?" she finally said, her voice barely a whisper. You nodded, feeling a blush creep up your neck.

At first, she wanted to say no. The very thought of someone else's hands on you, someone else's lips against your skin, filled her with a primal possessiveness that was almost overwhelming. But as she looked into your eyes, she saw the excitement there, the raw desire, and something within her softened. It was a strange sensation, one that she didn't quite understand, but it was there all the same.

Elle took a deep breath, her hand still hovering over your skin. She tried to imagine it, to open herself up to the possibility. You, with JJ. The idea was both terrifying and exhilarating, a cocktail of emotions that had her heart racing. She'd seen the way JJ had looked at you these past few days, the way her eyes had darkened and her smile had turned a little too sweet. It was clear that the line between professional and personal had been blurred, and maybe it was time to embrace that.

After a moment that felt like an eternity, she leaned in, her lips brushing against yours. "Okay," she whispered, her voice husky with desire.

But before you could revel in the victory of your proposal, she sat up with sudden resolve. "But I want to talk to her first," Elle said firmly. You nodded, understanding her need to set the boundaries and ensure everyone involved knew what was happening.

The next day at work, you found yourself waiting with bated breath for the moment when Elle would approach JJ. It was during lunch, when the office was mostly deserted, that Elle took JJ aside. You watched from a distance, unable to hear the hushed conversation but reading the emotions on their faces as if they were an open book. JJ's eyes grew wide with shock, then heated with interest, and finally softened with a look that was unmistakable: she was intrigued.

After work, JJ agreed to meet Elle at a nearby bar. The tension in the air was palpable as they sat down across from each other, the dim lights casting shadows on their faces and the clinking of glasses the only sound in the intimate setting. JJ played with her drink nervously, her eyes flicking up to meet Elle's every so often. The wheels turning in her mind as she tried to process what was happening.

Elle leaned forward, her voice low and serious. "JJ, if we do this, it's a one-time thing," she began, her eyes locking onto JJ's. "We need to be clear about that."

JJ's gaze held hers, a mix of excitement and apprehension playing out across her features. She nodded slowly, swirling the amber liquid in her glass. "Okay," she .

Elle took another sip of her drink, her eyes never leaving JJ's. "And no strings attached," she continued, her voice firm but not unkind. "We do this, we enjoy it, and then we go back to being colleagues and friends."

JJ nodded, her heart racing. "I understand," she said, her voice a little shakier than she'd intended. She knew it was a risk, but the allure of you was too strong to resist. She could feel the heat in her cheeks as she thought about what was to come.

Elle leaned in closer, her eyes intense. "We'll use the stop light system," she whispered, her breath warm against JJ's cheek. "If anything makes you uncomfortable, you just say 'red'. We'll stop immediately, no questions asked."

JJ's pupils dilated, the excitement and anticipation building in the air between them. She nodded, her voice a barely audible murmur. "Okay."

Elle sat back, taking a deep breath. "Good," she said, her eyes searching JJ's face for any signs of doubt. "Now, there's something else we need to discuss." She paused. "No kissing on the mouth. It's a boundary I need to keep."

JJ's expression was a mix of relief and disappointment, but she nodded solemnly. "Understood," she murmured. The idea of not being able to kiss you fully was a blow, but she knew it was important to respect Elle's wishes.

Elle studied JJ for a moment, her eyes searching for any signs of hesitation. "Is there anything you want to add?" she asked, giving JJ the chance to voice any concerns or boundaries of her own.

JJ took a deep breath, her chest rising and falling with the effort. "I… I don't know," she said. "This is all so new to me." She took a sip of her drink, the ice clinking against the glass as she tried to compose herself. "But… I trust you both. If it's something you're okay with, then I'm okay with it."

Elle nodded, a small smile playing on her lips. "Good," she said. "Now, we need to set a time and place." She leaned back in her seat. "How about this Friday evening? At my place?" She raised an eyebrow at JJ, who nodded slowly, her cheeks flaming.

The week leading up to Friday was a rollercoaster of emotions for all three of you. You found yourself both excited and nervous at the thought of the upcoming encounter, wondering if this was a good idea or if it would ruin the dynamics of your relationship with Elle and your friendship with JJ. You couldn't help but feel a thrill every time you caught JJ looking at you.

Elle, on the other hand, was torn between the thrill of the taboo and the fear of the unknown. She knew it was a risky move, but something about the situation had her intrigued. The thought of watching you with someone else, of seeing you lost in pleasure, was a turn-on she hadn't expected.

Friday night arrived with the kind of anticipation that made the air feel electric. You and Elle were at her place, the walls of the apartment humming with an unspoken excitement. The living room was dimly lit, the only sound the low murmur of a jazz record playing in the background. You both knew what was about to happen, but the reality of it all still felt like a thrilling secret.

Elle looked over at you, her eyes dark with desire. She could feel the tension in your body, the way your muscles were coiled tight like a spring ready to release. She patted her thigh with a knowing smile. "Come here," she said softly. "Let me help you relax."

You swallowed hard, the anticipation making your throat dry. Slowly, you approached her, feeling the weight of Elle's gaze on you as you moved. When you settled into her lap, she wrapped her arms around your waist, her fingers playing gently with the hem of your shirt. You could feel the heat of her body against yours, and the scent of her perfume filled your nose, making you feel both safe and incredibly aroused.

She leaned in and captured your lips in a soft, sweet kiss. It was gentle and tender, unlike the passionate kisses you usually shared, but it was filled with a promise of something more. It was a kiss that said she cared, that she wanted this to be special, and that she was in control. You melted into her embrace, your body relaxing as her tongue danced with yours. It was a moment of pure intimacy, a silent reassurance that no matter what happened tonight, you were hers.

As the kiss broke, you heard the soft knock at the door. JJ was here. You could feel the nerves in your stomach, a mix of excitement and fear. You looked at Elle, her eyes dark and hungry, and took a deep breath. It was showtime.

Elle answered the door, and JJ stepped inside, looking absolutely stunning. She was wearing a tight black dress that hugged her curves in all the right places, her hair cascading down her shoulders in soft waves. You felt your pulse quicken at the sight of her.

"Hi," JJ said, her voice a little shakier than usual. She held up a bottle of wine she'd brought as an offering. "I hope this helps."

Elle took the bottle with a smile, her eyes sweeping over JJ's figure appreciatively. "Thanks," she said. "Why don't you have a seat?"

You remained perched on the edge of the couch, your heart hammering in your chest as you watched the two of them interact. JJ's eyes found yours, and you could see the mix of excitement and trepidation in them. She took a seat on the chair opposite, her legs crossed, her hands folded in her lap.

Elle busied herself with opening the wine, her movements deliberate and controlled. She poured three glasses, handing one to you and another to JJ before taking a seat next to you on the couch. "Cheers," she said, holding up her glass. You clinked yours against hers, the sound echoing in the tense silence.

JJ took a sip of her wine, her eyes darting between you two. She was clearly nervous, but the way she licked her lips and fidgeted in her seat spoke volumes about her desire. You felt your own anticipation build as you watched her, her every move calculated to drive you wild.

Elle leaned back into the couch, her eyes gleaming as she took a sip of her wine. "You know, I was thinking," she began, her voice a purr. "You look absolutely gorgeous tonight. Why don't you show JJ that pretty lilac lingerie set you bought last week?"

The words hung in the air, heavy with suggestion, and you felt a thrill run through you. You knew she was taking charge, guiding the evening's events, but you couldn't deny the excitement that bubbled up at the idea of performing for both of them. You nodded slowly, setting your wine glass down on the coffee table with a gentle clink.

Standing up, you walked over to where JJ sat, her eyes on you the entire time. You could see the hunger in them, the way she took in every step you took. When you reached her, you bent down and whispered in her ear, "Would you like to see it?"

JJ's breath hitched, and she nodded, unable to form words. You took her hand and led her to the bedroom, the soft caress of your skin against hers sending waves of desire through her body. The room was lit by the soft glow of lamps, obscuring part of the room in shadows. You turned to face her, your hands slowly lifting up your shirt.

Her eyes followed the movement, her breathing becoming more rapid as you revealed your torso, the muscles of your stomach jumping. She couldn't believe she was here, about to see you in a way she never had before. You hooked your thumbs into the waistband of your jeans and began to pull them down, revealing the matching lilac lace of your panties. Your hips swayed gently as you stepped out of the denim pools at your feet, leaving you standing before her in nothing but your underwear.

The sight was intoxicating, and JJ felt her own body responding to the display. She took a deep breath, trying to calm her racing heart as you turned around, giving her a full view of your ass, perfectly framed by the delicate lace. You looked over your shoulder, a playful smirk on your lips.

Elle sauntered over to you, her hips swaying with a confidence that seemed to fill the room. She stopped behind you, her hands running up your sides, leaving a trail of goosebumps in their wake. She didn't touch your breasts, not yet, but her fingertips danced just beneath them, teasing the sensitive skin. "Well, JJ," she purred, her breath warm against your neck. "What do you think?"

JJ's eyes were glued to you, watching every move like it was a scene from a movie. Her cheeks were flushed, her breath coming in quick, shallow gasps as she took in the sight of you. "I think… I think it looks beautiful," she managed to get out, her voice stumbling over her desire.

With a knowing smile, Elle leaned in closer to your ear, her breath hot against your skin. "Go ahead and take it off," she whispered, her voice a seductive command. You felt a shiver run down your spine, the anticipation building as you reached around to unclasp your bra. The fabric fell away, revealing your bare breasts to the cool air of the room. JJ's eyes widened, her gaze hungry as she took in the sight.

Elle's hands slid down to your waist, her fingers unhooking your panties. "And these," she said, her voice a low growl of approval. You stepped out of them, now fully exposed to JJ's gaze.

JJ sat on the edge of the bed, her eyes devouring every inch of you. You could see the want in them, the desire that mirrored your own. It was as if she was committing every curve and freckle to memory, and the thought had you feeling both vulnerable and incredibly powerful.

Tentatively, she reached out a hand, her fingers brushing against the smooth skin of your hip. The touch was light, almost innocent, but the electricity that sparked between you was anything but. You sucked in a sharp breath, the sensation sending goosebumps across your body. JJ's hand hovered for a moment, as if unsure if it was allowed to continue its exploration, but then, as if she'd made up her mind, her fingertips traced a line along the curve of your waist, sending shivers down your spine.

Her gaze remained locked on yours, searching for any sign of rejection, but all she found was an answering hunger, a need that mirrored her own. You took a step closer, closing the distance between you, and she let out a soft gasp as your bodies touched. The heat of your skin against hers was intoxicating, a silent invitation to keep going.

With trembling hands, JJ began to explore your body. She started with your shoulders, her fingertips gliding over your collarbones, tracing the lines of your neck down to your chest. Each touch was feather-light, as if she were afraid to break the delicate spell that had been woven between the three of you.

She reached behind her own neck to unzip her dress, the fabric parting to reveal the matching black lace of her lingerie. Her breasts were full and round, the lace pushing them up to form a tantalizing display. You stepped closer, the heat between you growing as she let the dress slip down her arms, pooling around her waist.

JJ's eyes never left your body, but she could feel the shift in the room as Elle joined the game. She watched, almost in awe, as Elle stepped out of the dress, leaving her in nothing but the scrap of lace that barely contained her. The sight was breathtaking, and she felt a sudden jolt of desire. It was a stark reminder that this was a package deal, and she was now the third wheel in a passionate love affair.

Elle stepped closer, her eyes a storm of emotions as she took in the sight of JJ's hands on you. Jealousy flared in her stomach, a knot of possessiveness that she had anticipated. But she pushed it down, reminding herself that this was all part of the thrill, part of the experience. Instead, she focused on JJ, her own hands moving to the other woman's shoulders, her fingertips tracing the delicate lace of her bra.

In one swift motion, all three of you were undressed, the clothes scattered on the floor like a trail of breadcrumbs leading to this moment. The bed beckoned, a sea of rumpled sheets and pillows, and before you knew it, you were on the bed with JJ straddling you, her thighs pressing against your hips. She looked down at you, her eyes searching, her breathing erratic. You could feel the heat of her core against you, and it was all you could do to keep from reaching up and touching her.

Elle watched the two of you, a mix of arousal and possessiveness in her gaze. She climbed onto the bed, her body moving with the grace of a panther. Her hands found your face, tilting it up to meet hers as she claimed your mouth in a fiery kiss. You could feel JJ's body tense against yours, the anticipation building as she watched her friend claim you so openly.

JJ's hands moved to your breasts, her touch tentative at first before growing bolder. She explored the soft mounds, her thumbs brushing against your sensitive nipples. You moaned into Elle's mouth, the sensation making your back arch off the bed. It was a sound that seemed to ignite something within JJ, her touch growing more insistent, her movements more urgent.

Elle pulled away from the kiss, her eyes dark with desire as she watched JJ's hands on your body. She leaned down to kiss a trail down your neck, her teeth grazing your skin lightly as she went.

JJ's touch grew more confident, her thumbs and forefingers playing with your hardened nipples. You whimpered, the pleasure shooting straight to your core. Elle's hand slid down your body, her fingertips grazing JJ's as she meet her at your breasts.

The tension between them was palpable, an unspoken battle of dominance as their hands moved in unison on your body. It was almost as if Elle was reminding JJ that she was the one in control, the one who had brought you both here. Her touch was firm, almost possessive, as if she was staking a claim on every inch of your skin.

JJ's fingertips trailed downward, her touch featherlight as it approached the apex of your thighs. She watched your reaction, her eyes searching for any sign of resistance. But all she found was a deepening need, a silent plea for more. With a soft moan, you spread your legs, inviting her closer.

Her hand hovered for a moment, as if asking permission, before finally touching your sex. The contact was electric, sending a jolt through your body that made you gasp. You watched as Elle's eyes narrowed slightly, her full lips pressing into a tight line. It was a subtle expression, but one that didn't go unnoticed by either of you.

As the tension grew, you knew you had to intervene. This wasn't about one-upping each other or claiming territory. It was about exploration and pleasure, and if it continued down this path, it would only lead to hurt feelings and regret. You gently pushed JJ's hand aside and sat up.

"JJ, can I have a moment with Elle?" you asked, your voice low and steady. You didn't want to make it seem like you were cutting her out, but you needed to have a private conversation with your girlfriend. She nodded, a little dazed by the intensity of the situation.

You took Elle's hand, leading her out into the hallway. The coolness of the wall against your bare skin was a bit of a shock compared to the heat of the room you'd just left. "Is everything okay?" you asked, looking into her eyes.

Elle took a deep breath, her chest rising and falling with the effort to compose herself. "I… I don't know," she admitted, her voice tight. "I'm just finding it harder to push aside the jealousy than I thought I would."

You searched her eyes, the depth of her feelings written clearly on her face. "I know this isn't easy for you," you said, your voice soothing. "But remember, we're in this together. This is about all three of us enjoying ourselves, not about competition."

Elle nodded, her eyes never leaving yours. "I know," she said, her voice tight. "But it's just…" She trailed off, unsure of how to put her emotions into words. You leaned in and pressed a gentle kiss to her forehead.

"Is there anything that would help?" you whispered, your voice filled with concern. "Something we can do to make this easier for you?"

Elle took a deep breath, her eyes searching yours. "Maybe if… if I was the one guiding JJ's movements," she suggested, a hint of colour returning to her cheeks. "That way, it feels more like I'm in control, like I'm the one deciding how things go."

You nodded, understanding the complex dance of emotions that was playing out in her mind. "Okay," you murmured, your voice a gentle reassurance. "Let's go back in there, and you can take the lead."

Hand in hand, you returned to the bedroom. JJ was sitting on the edge of the bed, her eyes flicking up to meet yours before dropping back down to her hands, which were nervously twisting in her lap. She looked up at Elle with a question in her eyes, and you knew she could feel the shift in the atmosphere.

"JJ," you began, your voice firm but gentle. "We need to talk."

JJ's heart sank. She had been so lost in the moment that she had forgotten about the boundaries, about the delicate balance of emotions and power dynamics at play. She braced herself, expecting the worst. Was this it? The moment where everything unravelled and she was left feeling like an outsider?

But instead, Elle took charge, her voice firm yet gentle. "JJ," she began, "you know how much I care for you, right?" JJ nodded, unsure of where this was heading. "Good," Elle continued. "Then you'll understand that I need to be the one guiding this. It's not about controlling you or taking away from your experience, it's just… I need to be the one setting the pace tonight."

JJ looked at her, a mix of relief and excitement in her eyes. She hadn't realized how much she'd been holding her breath, waiting for a rejection. "I understand," she said, her voice a little shaky. "Whatever you need, I'm here for it."

Elle pulled up a chair to the side of the bed, her movements smooth and deliberate. She sat down, her eyes meeting yours as she gestured for you to join JJ on the bed. You felt a shiver of anticipation at the sight of her sitting there, her legs crossed, her expression a mix of excitement and challenge. She was taking control, and you knew that was exactly what she needed to feel comfortable with this situation.

"Lay back," she instructed, her voice firm. You did as she said, your heart racing as you watched her. "Now, JJ," she said, turning her attention to the other woman. "Straddle her face. I want her to show you how talented her mouth is."

JJ looked at you with a mix of excitement and trepidation, but she obeyed, her legs parting as she positioned herself over your head. You could feel the heat of her core against your lips, and the scent of her arousal filled the air. It was a heady, intoxicating aroma that made your mouth water.

With a deep breath, you leaned in, your tongue flicking out to taste her for the first time. JJ's body tensed, a soft gasp escaping her lips as she felt you begin to explore her folds. Your mouth closed around her clit, sucking gently at first, then with more insistence as you felt her body begin to respond.

Elle's hand found your hair, her grip tightening as she watched the scene unfold. You could feel her eyes on you, the heat of her gaze almost as intense as the pleasure building in JJ. She began to give instructions, her voice a sultry whisper. "Use your hands," she said, her eyes never leaving the sight of your mouth on JJ's body.

JJ's legs began to tremble, her breath coming in quick, shallow gasps as you listened to Elle's guidance. Your hands found her hips, holding her in place as your mouth continued its relentless assault. You felt the wetness of her arousal against your face, and the knowledge that you were the one bringing her pleasure was incredibly satisfying.

As you slid two fingers inside her, feeling her tightness grip you, JJ's body jolted, a muffled moan escaping her lips. You curled your fingers, finding that special spot, and she rocked her hips against your hand. The sound of her wetness filled the room, a rhythmic counterpoint to the soft, guttural noises she was making.

Elle had moved quietly behind her, and before you could even look up, her hands were on JJ's breasts, kneading and teasing the soft mounds. You watched as JJ's eyes rolled back in her head, her body arching towards the dual sensations. The sight of your girlfriend's hands on JJ was surprisingly hot, and you felt your own arousal spike.

Elle leaned in, her breath hot against JJ's neck as she whispered in her ear, "You like that, don't you?" JJ moaned in response, her hips moving in sync with your ministrations. You could feel the tension in her body, the way she was holding herself still, trying not to lose control too quickly.

You took a moment to appreciate the beauty of the scene before you: JJ's soft, full thighs framing your face, the way her stomach muscles tightened with every gasp of pleasure, the way her breasts bounced slightly with every thrust of your hand. Then, you did something you hadn't planned. You started to hum.

The vibration against JJ's clit was like a switch had been flipped. Her body jerked, a keening sound escaping her throat as she tried to stifle the noise. Her thighs clamped down around your head, but you didn't miss a beat. You hummed louder, the vibrations resonating through her entire core. It was a symphony of pleasure that she had never experienced before, and she could feel her orgasm building faster than she ever had.

Elle's voice was like a dark caress, her words sending a thrill through you. "You better thank me for sharing my toy with you," she murmured, her hand moving to JJ's chin, tilting her face up to look at her. "But remember, she's mine." The possessive glint in her eyes was unmistakable.

JJ's eyes fluttered closed, her body quivering with pleasure as you continued to tease her. You could feel the beginnings of her climax, the tightening of her muscles around your fingers. You didn't miss the hint of jealousy in Elle's voice, but it only served to fuel your desire, to make you want to give JJ the most mind-blowing experience possible.

Elle leaned in closer, her breath hot against JJ's ear. "How does it feel knowing that you're going to be thinking of her mouth for the rest of your life, but will never feel it on you again?" she whispered, a hint of satisfaction in her tone.

JJ could only whine in response, her hips grinding harder onto your mouth, unable to form coherent words. The sensation of your tongue against her clit was exquisite, a pleasure that bordered on pain. She had never felt so exposed, so vulnerable, and yet it was a feeling she craved more of. Her body was a live wire, every touch sending sparks through her veins.

Elle's fingers trailed down JJ's stomach, her nails scraping lightly against the sensitive skin. She watched with hooded eyes as your mouth worked its magic, the way JJ's body reacted to your every move. It was a heady feeling, knowing that she had the power to give this pleasure, to make this happen.

The room was filled with the sounds of JJ's gasps and whimpers, the slick sounds of your mouth on her skin. You could feel her getting closer, the tightness of her muscles, the way her body was coiling like a spring ready to snap. You increased the pressure, your tongue flicking faster, your humming growing more insistent.

And then she was there, her orgasm crashing over her like a wave. Her head thrown back, she let out a silent scream, her body rigid with pleasure. You could feel her pulsing around your fingers, her juices flowing freely onto your face. It was a moment of pure ecstasy, and you felt a surge of satisfaction knowing you had brought her to this peak.

Elle guided JJ's boneless body to the side of the bed, the other woman collapsing onto the soft mattress with a sigh. She was still catching her breath, her chest rising and falling rapidly, her skin flushed with the afterglow of climax. You took the opportunity to sit up, wiping your mouth with the back of your hand. You met Elle's gaze, her eyes smouldering with desire.

Without a word, she crawled over you, her body a sleek, powerful machine of passion. Her breasts brushed against yours, sending a shiver of excitement down your spine. She positioned herself so that her hips were straddling your thighs, her own need clear and present. You could feel the heat of her, the wetness of her desire, and it made your own ache for release.

Then, she leaned down, her eyes locked on yours, and claimed your mouth in a fierce, possessive kiss. It was a kiss that spoke of desire and dominance, of a need to reclaim what was hers. Your hands found the small of her back, holding her tightly as she devoured you, her tongue dancing with yours in a dance of lust. She could taste the hint of JJ on your lips, a sweet and salty reminder of the pleasure you given.

Elle broke the kiss abruptly, turning her attention to the other woman. "There's no time for rest," she said, her voice a low, seductive command. She gestured to the space between your legs, the dampness of your arousal glistening in the dim light. "Get on your hands and knees."

JJ complied without hesitation, her own desire flaring as she took position. The sight of you, open and eager, was tantalizing. She could feel her own need pooling in her stomach, a desperate ache that was begging to be satisfied. She leaned in, her breath hot against your skin as she took in the scent of your desire.

"Go ahead," Elle urged, her voice a dark whisper in the quiet room. "Taste her. Show us what you can do."

JJ didn't need any more prompting. She leaned down, her tongue flicking out to taste you for the first time. You watched her through heavy-lidded eyes, feeling her warm breath against your folds before she delved in deeper. Her tongue was a gentle, insistent force, exploring every inch of you with a hunger. You moaned, your hips bucking upward, seeking more of that exquisite pressure.

Elle's hand found its way to the back of JJ's head, her fingers threading through the soft strands of hair. She watched intently as JJ's mouth worked its magic on you, her own desire growing with every sound you made. With a light tug, she encouraged JJ to go deeper, and the other woman's back arched in response, her mouth never leaving your wetness.

Her other hand glided down JJ's spine, the smooth skin like silk under her fingertips. She felt the muscles tense and release with every movement. With a sudden, sharp movement, she slapped JJ's ass, the sound echoing in the room. The sting was surprising, a jolt of pain that sent a bolt of pleasure through JJ's body, making her gasp.

Elle smirked, watching the effect she had. She trailed her hand back down, her fingers dancing over the curve of JJ's hip before sliding between her legs. She felt the wetness there, a testament to how turned on the other woman was. Her own arousal grew, a throb in her core that she knew would only be satisfied when you were both begging for release.

With a sudden, firm movement, she slid two fingers into JJ's wetness, the obscene noise of the act making you both gasp. JJ's body jolted, her eyes flying open to meet yours. You watched, your breath hitching, as Elle's hand moved in a rhythmic pattern, her thumb pressing against JJ's clit with every thrust.

JJ's mouth grew sloppy against you, her focus fading in and out as she was bombarded with sensation. She was a mess of desire, her eyes glazed over with pleasure, her breathing ragged and shallow.

Elle, ever observant, noticed JJ's technique beginning to falter as she became lost in the haze of her own arousal. "Slower, JJ," she instructed, her voice low and velvety. "Feel the way she reacts to every stroke of your tongue."

JJ obeyed, her eyes fluttering closed as she focused solely on the task at hand. She traced the delicate folds of your sex with the tip of her tongue. You moaned, the sound low and needy, your hands moving to grip the bed sheets as you felt the beginnings of a climb towards ecstasy.

Elle's voice was authoritative, guiding JJ's every move. "Circles," she murmured, her hand moving to grip JJ's shoulder. "Now, lick upward, straight up the center." JJ followed her instructions to the letter, her tongue moving in perfect time with your gasps and whimpers.

"How does she taste?" Elle prompted, her fingers still slowly thrusting in and out of JJ's pussy. She paused, her tongue resting against your sensitive flesh, savouring the flavour that was uniquely you.

JJ's eyes snapped open, her gaze meeting yours. "Incredible," she breathed, her voice a hoarse whisper. "So sweet and… and intoxicating."

The words sent a shiver through you, and you felt your body respond. Your hips bucked upwards, searching for more of JJ's mouth, desperately trying to increase the pressure. You were steadily building up to your orgasm.

JJ took the cue, her movements becoming more deliberate as she listened to Elle's instructions. Each flick of her tongue was a little more precise, each suck a little more insistent. You could feel her trying to please you, to be the best she could be, and the effort was intoxicating.

Elle's fingers pumped in and out of JJ, her thumb rubbing circles around her clit. You watched the two of them, the sight of your girlfriend's hand in JJ's pussy making you wetter than you'd ever been. You could feel your own orgasm building, a pressure that was becoming almost unbearable.

JJ's tongue was a little rougher than Elle's, her technique not as refined. But as she listened to Elle's instructions, her movements grew more deliberate, more confident. And with every word, every gentle correction, you found yourself getting closer to the edge. The knowledge that Elle was watching, that she was in control of your pleasure, was an aphrodisiac more potent than any you'd ever known.

Elle's hand never stopped moving in JJ's pussy, her fingers curling and uncurling in a slow, torturous rhythm that had the other woman's hips rocking back to meet her touch. She could feel JJ's orgasm approaching, the tension in her body tightening with every stroke. But she held back, her eyes locked on yours, waiting for the moment when she knew you were ready to fall over the precipice.

"Now, JJ," she said, her voice low and intense. "Find her g-spot. Press firmly, but gently, just like this." She demonstrated the pressure on JJ, her hips jerking slightly at the sensation.

JJ nodded, her eyes focused on the task at hand. You felt her shift, her tongue moving away as she inserted two fingers into you, her movements tentative at first, then growing bolder as she listened to Elle's guidance. The feeling was overwhelming, the fullness of her digits combined with the insistent pressure on your g-spot was what you needed.

Your hips bucked down, eagerly meeting her hand as it worked its way into your body. It was as if she could read your mind, her fingers gliding into your wetness with an ease that made your eyes roll back in your head. And then, just as you were about to lose yourself to the sensation, she added her tongue back to your clit, the combination sending a shockwave of pleasure through you.

Elle's eyes gleamed with satisfaction as she watched JJ follow her instructions. She could practically feel the tension in your body, the way your muscles tightened around her fingers as you grew closer to the edge. She knew exactly how to push you over, but she was enjoying the slow burn, the delicious anticipation of watching you fall apart.

"Faster," she told JJ, her voice a soft command. "I want to hear her scream."

JJ's eyes snapped to yours, her pupils dilated with lust as she quickened her pace. You felt the pressure building, a coil of tension winding tighter and tighter with every stroke of her fingers. You were so close, so fucking close.

Suddenly your body bowed off the bed, a keening wail tearing from your throat. The world fading out around you, your vision going white as pleasure flooded your veins. JJ's mouth never left you, her tongue working tirelessly as you rode the wave of ecstasy. You could feel her breathing hitch, her body tense with the effort of pleasing you.

Elle watched the two of you, a smug smile playing on her lips. She knew she had orchestrated this moment to perfection, the culmination of weeks of tension and desire. Her own hand never ceased its rhythm inside JJ, feeling her muscles tighten around her fingers as she approached her own climax.

You collapse back onto the bed, breathless and trembling, the aftershocks of your orgasm still rolling through your body. The world had narrowed down to this room, this moment, these two women who had brought you to the heights of pleasure. JJ's mouth was still on you, her tongue tracing lazy circles around your clit, her eyes closed as if savouring the taste of you on her tongue.

Elle watched with a smug satisfaction, her own breathing heavy as she continued to pump her fingers in and out of JJ's wet pussy. She could feel the other woman's orgasm building, the way her walls clenched around her digits with each stroke. She knew that with a few more movements, she could send JJ spiralling over the edge.

With a final twist of her wrist and a firm press against JJ's g-spot, she did exactly that. JJ's body stiffened, a keening sound escaping her throat as she came, her juices flooding over Elle's hand. Her eyes squeezed shut, her face a picture of pure ecstasy, as she rode out the waves of pleasure that crashed over her.

Elle watched, her own desire ramping up as she felt JJ's orgasm through her fingertips. She pulled her hand out with a wet sound, bringing her fingers to her own mouth and tasting the sweetness. "Mmm," she moaned, her eyes gleaming with a dark satisfaction. "So good."

With a contented sigh, she leaned back on the bed, her body relaxed and replete. The air was thick with the musk of arousal and the sweet scent of pleasure, a heady mix that only served to increase her own need.

You watched as JJ slowly pulled away, her face flushed and eyes glazed with satisfaction. She took a moment to catch her breath before collapsing onto the bed beside you, her body heavy and languid. You couldn't help but reach out to stroke her cheek.

Elle, however, hadn't reached her peak yet, and JJ noticed. She turned to you both, her eyes filled with concern. "Elle," she breathed, "you didn't…"

But before she could finish, Elle waved a hand, her smile knowing. "Don't worry about me," she said, her eyes drifting over to you. "I'll collect my dues later."

The three of you lie there for a few minutes, the only sound the harshness of your breathing as it slowly evened out. The tension that had been building all evening was gone, replaced with a warm contented silence.

After a while, JJ shifts, breaking the peaceful tableau. She looks between you and Elle, her expression a mix of satisfaction and shyness. "I should…I should probably go," she says, her voice a bit raspy. "Don't want to overstay my welcome."

You both nod, the understanding clear. The night had been intense, and while it had been incredible, you knew that too much of a good thing could ruin the moment. You sit up, wiping a strand of hair from your face. "Thank you, JJ," you say quietly. "That was… amazing."

JJ smiles back, a hint of shyness playing on her lips. She nods, her eyes still glazed with satisfaction. "It was," she agrees, her voice still a bit breathless. "But I should really go." She starts to sit up, her body moving with the lazy grace of someone who has been thoroughly satisfied.

Elle and you both slip into robes, the fabric whispering against your skin as you move. You help JJ to her feet, the three of you navigating the mess of discarded clothing scattered across the floor. The act of getting dressed feels almost mundane after the intense experience you've just shared, but it serves to ground you in reality.

When you reach the door, JJ hesitates, her hand lingering on the doorknob. She looks over her shoulder at the two of you, a mix of satisfaction and nerves playing across her features. "Thank you," she says, her voice barely above a whisper. "For letting me be part of this."

Elle nods, her smile soft. "It was fun," she replies, her eyes flicking down to your still flushed face. "But remember, she's mine."

As soon as the door clicks shut behind JJ, the atmosphere in the room shifts. The tension that had been coiled around the three of you like a living thing suddenly snaps tight. You turn to face Elle, expecting to find satisfaction in her eyes, but instead, you're met with a fierce hunger that takes your breath away.

With a speed that belies her passion, she crosses the room and pins you against the wall, her hands on either side of your head. Her eyes are like flames, burning with a desire that's as intense as it is possessive. "It's time to reclaim what's mine," she says, her voice low and demanding.

Your heart races in anticipation as she leans in, her breath hot against your neck. You can feel the power of her desire, the need to assert her dominance in the wake of the shared intimacy with JJ. It's a heady feeling, being wanted so badly, being the centre of someone's world.

Elle's tongue traces a wet line up your neck. She nips gently at the sensitive skin, her teeth grazing your pulse point before she bites down, not hard enough to draw blood, but enough to leave a mark that will surely be visible tomorrow. The sting of pain sends a shock of pleasure through your body, making your legs wobble.

With a surprising show of strength, she lifts you off your feet, carrying you to the bedroom like you're a ragdoll. She tosses you onto the bed, the impact jarring but welcome. You bounce slightly before settling into the softness of the mattress, your heart racing in anticipation of what's to come.

Elle follows you, her movements fluid and predatory. She's on you in a moment, claiming your mouth in an intense kiss that leaves you gasping for breath. Her tongue is a fierce, demanding presence, tasting every part of you as if she's trying to erase the memory of JJ's touch. You can feel the passion in her, a wild beast that's been let out of its cage.

With an impatient tug, she pulls the tie of your robe loose. The fabric slides away from your body, revealing your bare skin to the cool air. Her eyes rake over you, a mix of hunger and possessiveness in their depths. She takes her time, savouring the sight of you, her fingers tracing the curve of your breasts, the dip of your waist, the flare of your hips. It's as if she's branding you with her gaze, marking every inch of your body as hers.

Her touch is insistent as she runs her palms over your skin, feeling the goosebumps rise in response. She seems to be everywhere at once, her hands exploring, claiming, as if she can't get enough of you. Her mouth follows the path her eyes have taken, her kisses leaving a trail of fire in their wake. You arch into her touch, your body responding instinctively, craving the feel of her skin on yours.

"Elle," you murmur, your voice a breathless whisper. Her name is a prayer, a plea for more. And more is what you get. She growls low in her throat, a feral sound that thrills you. "JJ can't make you feel like this, can she?"

Her eyes flash with possessiveness as she pins your wrists to the bed, her hips grinding against yours in a silent demand for an answer. You can feel her heat pressing into you, the fabric of her own robe the only barrier between you. It's a question that hangs in the air.

"No," you gasp out, your voice hoarse from the pleasure that still echoes through your body. "Nobody can make me feel like you do, Elle."

Her eyes light up at your words, and she leans down to kiss you again, her teeth grazing your bottom lip. The sensation is shocking, a sharp, sweet pain that sends a jolt of desire straight to your core. She kisses down your body, her teeth leaving a trail of love bites that will serve as a reminder of this night. Each one makes you squirm, a delicious agony that you can't help but crave more of.

When she reaches your thighs, she takes a moment to admire the soft flesh. With a wicked smile, she sinks her teeth in harder than before, making you cry out. She feels your legs tense beneath her, your body arching off the bed. The love bites she makes here are the darkest, the most pronounced. It's as if she's leaving her brand on you, a declaration of ownership that makes you burn with excitement.

Her kisses grow wetter as she moves lower, her mouth finally reaching the apex of your thighs. She breathes in deeply, taking in the scent of your arousal, and you can feel your clit throb in response. Her tongue traces the outside of your pussy, teasing and taunting, not giving you what you need. The anticipation is unbearable, your hips rocking up to meet her mouth.

With a low chuckle, she finally gives in, her tongue parting your folds and delving into your wetness. You cry out, your body bucking as she finds your clit, circling it with a firm pressure that sends sparks of pleasure through you. Her teeth graze the sensitive skin around it, making you whimper. It's a delicious mix of pain and pleasure that you've never felt with anyone else.

Elle's grip on your hips tightens, her nails digging in slightly as she holds you down. You can feel the need in her touch, a fierce hunger that demands satisfaction. Her tongue flicks against your clit, fast and insistent, while her other hand slides down to your opening, her fingers sliding inside with ease. She's relentless, her mouth and hand working in tandem to drive you wild.

And wild you go, your body responding to her touch with a fervour that surprises even you. You're so wet, you can feel yourself dripping down onto her hand, the sound of her fingers moving in and out of you filling the room. The slickness of it all is so erotic that you can't help but moan louder, your hips grinding against her face.

Elle's eyes are on you, watching your every reaction, her own arousal clear in the way she's panting against your skin. She talks dirty to you, her voice a low growl that vibrates through your body, making you shiver with need. "You're so wet for me," she murmurs, her words muffled by your flesh.

Her palm presses down firmly on your clit, rubbing in tight circles that make you want to scream. The pressure is perfect, building a crescendo of pleasure that feels like it will never end. And as she does this, her fingers are still buried inside you, pumping in and out, filling you up with every thrust.

Elle knows your body like the back of her hand. She's studied every inch of you, every quiver, every gasp. She's a maestro playing a symphony of pleasure, and you're her instrument, tuned to perfection. She can feel your body tightening around her fingers, the muscles in your thighs quivering with the effort of holding on.

Her tongue moves with purpose, each stroke calculated to elicit the maximum response. She's a master at reading the signs, knowing exactly when to ease off and let you catch your breath, only to plunge you back into the abyss of pleasure.

Elle's fingers curl inside you, finding that spot that makes your toes curl. She's not gentle, but you don't want her to be. You want to feel every inch of her, to know that she's there, claiming you, reminding you of what you mean to her.

And as she does, you can't help but think about JJ. How sweet she was, how eager she had been to pleasure you. But it's not the same. It's like comparing a candle to a wildfire. With JJ, it had been fun, a thrilling escape from reality. But with Elle, it's raw, it's real, it's home.

Elle seems to read your thoughts, because she pulls back, her eyes flashing with a possessive fire. "JJ could never fuck you like this, could she?" she snarls, her voice low and guttural.

The question hangs in the air, a challenge that you can't ignore. You shake your head, your voice barely above a whisper. "No," you admit, your breath hitching as she lowers her mouth back down on your pussy.

She sucks your clit between her lips, and you can't help but arch upwards, your body begging for more. She responds by increasing the suction, her tongue swirling faster and faster in her mouth. The sensation is overwhelming, a crescendo of pleasure that makes your toes curl.

The thrust of her hand was so intense that you were rocking up the sheets, your breasts jiggling harshly with each movement. The sensation of her fingers inside you, combined with the relentless pressure on your clit, was driving you mad with desire. You could feel your orgasm approaching like a freight train, an unstoppable force that you were powerless to resist.

You came moaning loudly, curling in on yourself as the pleasure washed over you. Your back arched off the bed, and your legs clamped around her head, holding her in place as if you were afraid she'd stop if you let go. But she didn't stop, not even when your cries grew hoarse, your body jerking with the intensity of your climax.

Elle's tongue and fingers didn't ease up until you were a trembling mess beneath her, your orgasm fading into delicious aftershocks. Only then did she pull away, licking her lips with a smug satisfaction that made you want to laugh and kiss her at the same time.

But there was no time for that, because she was already moving over you, her own robe coming off to reveal her naked body, her breasts swaying with each movement. You watched, transfixed, as she settled between your legs, her own thighs pressing against yours.

The feeling of her slick skin sliding against yours was heavenly. She was wet with desire, her juices coating both of you as she ground her hips against yours. You felt her heat, her wetness, and you were lost to all reason. Your body was a live wire, each brush of skin against skin sending electric shocks of pleasure through you.

You wrapped your legs around hers, pulling her closer, your bodies melding together. The room was a haze of desire, the only sound the slap of your thighs meeting and the harshness of your breaths. Your clit was swollen and sensitive, and each time it rubbed against hers, it sent liquid heat through you.

Elle groaned, her eyes rolling back in her head. "Yes," she breathed, her voice ragged with need. "Just like that."

Your hips ground down, grinding your sex against hers with a fierce intensity that was almost primal. You were animals, driven by instinct, by the need to claim and be claimed. Your bodies moved in a dance as old as time itself, each stroke of skin on skin, each brush of your clits, sending waves of pleasure crashing through you like a storm at sea.

You could feel the wetness between your legs, the heat of her arousal mixing with your own. Your breaths grew ragged, your chests heaving with the effort of staying connected, of getting closer.

Elle's eyes met yours as she leaned in, her breath hot against your cheek. "You're mine," she whispered, her voice a harsh rasp. "Always."

Her words sent a shiver down your spine, a delicious thrill that made you want to submit to her completely. You nodded, unable to speak as your hips continued to grind against hers. It was like nothing you'd ever felt before, a raw, primal need that seemed to consume you both.

"You have no idea how much watching her touch you drove me wild," she grunted out, her voice a dark promise. "I wanted to rip her hands away and show her who you really belong to."

Her words sent a bolt of electricity through your body, making your clit throb with renewed lust. The thought of her jealousy, of her need to claim you so fiercely in front of JJ, only added to your desire. You could see the hunger in her eyes, the raw need to possess you completely.

"Elle," you gasped. "I'm yours. I always have been."

"Say it again," she demanded, her voice filled with need. "Say it like you mean it."

You swallowed, the taste of her still on your tongue. "I'm yours, Elle. Always."

Her hips stuttered against yours, and you knew she was close. You felt a strange power, knowing that you had the ability to give her what she needed. You thrust upwards, grinding against her with everything you had.

You could see her fighting for control, but it was a losing battle. With a final, desperate push, she let go, her body shaking with the force of her climax. It triggered yours, the sensations overlapping in a crescendo of pleasure that left you both gasping for air.

Elle collapsed on top of you, her breath hot against your neck. You could feel her heart racing, the thunder of her pulse matching your own. Your bodies were slick with sweat, your skin sticking together as you both struggled to catch your breath.

With a sudden surge of passion, you grabbed her face and pulled her into a deep, demanding kiss. It was as if you needed to consume her, to claim her as fiercely as she had claimed you.

"I love you," you whispered against her mouth, the words spilling out with an intensity that took even you by surprise.

Elle's eyes searched yours for a moment before she responded, "I love you too." Her voice was thick with emotion, and she leaned in to kiss you again, her mouth moving against yours with a passion that made your toes curl.

As your kisses grew slower, more tender, you both pulled back to gaze at each other. The intensity of your shared experience had deepened the connection between you, and you could see the love in her eyes, stark and unmistakable.

With a contented sigh, you both settled under the soft sheets, your bodies still slick with sweat and desire. You felt the warmth of her skin against yours, the steady beat of her heart beneath your palm. It was a comforting feeling, a reminder that despite the wildness of the night, you were still the same people who loved and cared for each other.

Elle wrapped an arm around your waist, pulling you closer so your bodies were spooned together. Her breath was hot against your neck, her chest rising and falling in time with yours.

You turned to face her, looking into her eyes with a soft smile. "You know," you said, your voice a gentle whisper in the quiet night, "that threesome with JJ, it didn't change anything."

Elle's eyes searched yours, looking for any trace of doubt or deceit, but all she found was honesty. You took her hand and placed it over your heart, feeling the rapid beat beneath her palm. "You're the only one for me," you reassured her, the words spilling out with an ease that surprised even you. "Having her here, it only made me realize how much I love belonging to you."

Her eyes softened, and she leaned in to kiss you again, her teeth catching your bottom lip in a gentle bite. "I've never felt more alive than when I'm with you," she murmured against your mouth. "It's like I can't get enough of you, no matter how much I have."

You nodded, your heart swelling with love for this woman who could be so tender one moment and so fierce the next. "And tonight," you whispered, "just made me realize that I never want to be with anyone else. You're all I need."

Elle's eyes searched yours, the fire in them fading to a gentle warmth. "I know," she murmured, her thumb stroking soothingly against your cheek. "And I don't want to share you with anyone else either. You're mine."

"I'm yours," you whisper into the quiet of the night, feeling the truth of them resonate deep within your core. The threesome with JJ had been fun, something new and exciting, but it was nothing compared to the deep, soul-consuming love you felt for Elle. The intimacy between the two of you was a force of nature, unmatched by any fleeting fling or shared moment with someone else.

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☁️Stardew Valley Halloween Headcanons☁️

Penny:

Costume: Dorothy from The Wizard of Oz

Penny is the type of person who gives out healthy Halloween candy; the only time that changes is if Vincent and Jas beg her enough.

Penny is a huge fan of horror!

She chaperons Jas and Vincent while they Trick or Treat.

Haley:

Costume: Elle Woods

For pretty much every single year since Haley turned 16, she's thrown massive Halloween parties that are actually pretty popular.

Her favorite Halloween candy is Skittles.

Emily always tries to coerce her to wear matching costumes, but Haley always refuses since she finds it "too corny." She'll never actually say it, but she really wants to wear matching costumes with Emily.

Maru:

Costume: Mary Poppins

Maru is never prepared for Halloween and always ends up getting her costume together last minute.

Maru's favorite holiday is Halloween.

When she and Sebastian were little, he would tell her scary stories that would end up in her not being able to sleep and him having to comfort her.

Emily:

Costume: Mary Sanderson from Hocus Pocus

Like Penny, she is also kind of a health nut when it comes to Halloween candy, but she is more lenient, giving out one healthy snack and one full-sized candy bar.

Emily and Sandy talked all night for about a month trying to come to an agreement on what kind of costumes to wear. It took the two forever before they finally agreed on doing the Sanderson sisters.

By far, she is the best Halloween decorated and will have her and Haley's house decked out each year.

Abigal:

Costume: Elphaba from Wicked

Halloween is by far Abigal's favorite holiday, it's in her favorite season and it matches her vibe completely, what more could you want?

She tried to genuinely make a Halloween costume from scratch once after learning how to from Emily and her fingers are still hurting from how many times she ended up poking herself with the needle.

She cringes so hard every year when she sees her parents matching costumes...

Leah:

Costume: Sally from The Nightmare Before Christmas

Leah had her costume planned since the previous Halloween and got Emily to help make it.

She makes all her Halloween decor from scratch; it usually ends up scarier than anything you can find in a store.

Her favorite Halloween movies are the super obscure ones that she's collected from various garage sales.

Alex:

Costume: Ken from Barbie

Alex doesn't hate Halloween, but he also isn't the biggest fan of it.

Haley picked out matching costumes for them but ended up bailing last minute so he just had to be Ken alone.

Despite not being the biggest Halloween fan, he is the master at trading his bad candy for good candy. No one knows how he does it, but he somehow practically scams everyone and gets a ton of candy at the end of the night. (Sam is so fed up with it and yet he gets tricked every single time.)

Elliott:

Costume: Vampire

Poor guy can't think of a creative Halloween costume to save his life... He also can't afford any new ones anyway-

Elliott is actually super vulnerable to jumpscares, like, full running to a different room action coming from him.

He got curious one year about the origins of Halloween and ended up going down a rabbit hole. He now knows way too many "fun facts" about the holiday.

Harvey:

Costume: Fred Jones from Scooby-Doo

Harvey is the type to give toothbrushes out for Halloween, I don't make the rules.

And yet, he has such a sweet tooth that he gets so embarrassed about it if anyone brings it up.

He practically never wears any spooky costumes since he is super bad with horror himself...

Sam:

Costume: Jake from Adventure Time

Pestered Sebastian for months to do Jake and Finn for Halloween and was literally over the moon when Sebastian finally caved. He also tried to get Abigal to be BMO or Marceline but she wouldn't budge.

He always ends up giving all his Halloween candy to Jas and Vincent for no reason other than he feels like it's the right thing to do.

Sam will try to do every single myth/challenge on the day of Halloween.

Sebastian:

Costume: Finn from Adventure Time

He doesn't even know how he got roped up by Sam to do a costume that wasn't anything remotely horror-related...

Sebastian is very desensitized to horror, rarely anything scares him which is basically an invitation for Abigal and Sam to try everything in their power to get a scare out of him.

Maru makes him watch horror movies with her, which he acts like he hates but actually doesn't mind.

Shane:

Costume: Joel from The Last Of Us (got the idea from Sam)

Shane likes to take Jas Trick or Treating for a little while before he lets Penny do it and it's honestly his favorite thing in the world.

Shane is the type of person to be all cynical about the holiday and say things like, "It's just a day where companies make you buy their terrible candy for too much money." And on some level, he does mean that, but he can't stop himself from staring at all the Halloween decorations around people's houses in wonder.

He, for god knows what reason, really enjoys pumpkin-flavored stuff, like, drinks, snacks, etc.

Sandy:

Costume: Winifred Sanderson from Hocus Pocus

She is such a sucker for any Halloween-themed music, she loves listening to it year-round.

Sandy is unbelievably good at spooky people, she just has this way of making everything seem super unsettling and it really freaks people out.

Her favorite candy is any type of gum, not only does she just find it delicious, but it also helps her concentrate when filling out paperwork and such.

A/N: Happy Halloween guys, I hope you have a fantastic day! :) My costume this year is Steve from Blues Clues and I love how it came out. And remember, people can be really sucky on Halloween, so please stay safe!

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The Jily Fandom Rec List 2024 is a compilation of Jily stories our readers want to keep an eye on for this year's awards.

OCTOBER

The Quidditch Captain's Secret (completed, 7.6k) by Finnicksarchive. Rated G.

Embarrassed at having caught a muggle cold, James Potter decides to weather through his illness alone. His loyal friends agree to keep his condition a secret, but his absence is quickly noted by none other than one Lily Evans. On her search to discover the truth about his seeming disappearance, Lily is confronted with a terrifying reality: she actually cares for the cocky quidditch captain. Eventually, Lily finds James in bad shape, and takes it upon herself to nurse him back to health.

The Clean Up Crew (WIP, 16.9k as of 31 October 2024) by @alittlebitofeverything23. Rated T.

There’s an unspoken rule about hosting a House party: if it’s your party, you’re in charge of cleaning up. Follow James and Lily throughout their years at Hogwarts via House parties, birthday bashes, Slug Club events, and more.

Simmer Until Ready (completed, 3.6k) by @kay-elle-cee. Rated T.

James Potter is not a healer. His is a potioneer—the Order of the Phoenix's lead potioneer, in fact. So when their top field fighter—Lily Evans—comes to him for treatment after a particularly rough mission, he helps the best way he knows how: a vial of freshly-brewed Skele-Gro and a dose of laughter. Written for Jily Week 2024 Day 4: Flip the Script

Stupid T-Shirts (completed, 5.5k) by @kay-elle-cee. Rated E.

The last night on a group vacation, Mary pushes everyone to engage in a tacky T-shirt swap before going out. Suggestive shirts, months of pining, and one particular tequila shot finally lead Lily to reach her breaking point. Drunken kisses can be dismissed and joked about, but this—this would be crossing a line they won’t be able to uncross.

You Know How To Ball, I Know Aristotle (completed, 6.8k) by @wearingaberetinparis. Rated M.

Now that the global superstar, Grammy-winning singer-songwriter Lily Evans and professional football player James Potter are together, they have to juggle the difficulties of a relationship in the public eye. Fresh off her World Tour, Lily Evans arrives at Wembley Stadium one year after James Potter first attended her show, to perform there for one final weekend before heading to the studio to record her next album. Her boyfriend, in the meantime, is off to Germany to play at the Euros for England. How will they ever make their relationship work when Lily is - so the press loves to imply - the least supportive WAG of the tournament?

Between the Desire and the Spasm (WIP, 31.8k as of 31 October 2024) by @uncertainwallflower. Rated M.

Trains are arguably the centre of everything. The sinew of civilisation for muggles and wizards alike. They are where all walks of life converge. Congregate. In synchronised traversal. Shared agony inflicted by the piercing screech of metal on metal, bonding all patrons aboard a carriage. And outside. A passing glimpse of someone you thought you’d never see again. Trains. They change everything.

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NOMINATIONS OPEN TOMORROW AND WILL BE OPEN TILL NOVEMBER 22ND!

Get reading and submit your nominees for each category! The stories included in the rec list are NOT automatically nominated - if you read and enjoyed one of them, submit it in the categories you think fit it!

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portraitsofguilt · 2 years ago

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𝐊𝐄𝐄𝐏 𝐌𝐘 𝐋𝐄𝐆𝐒 𝐀𝐏𝐀𝐑𝐓 — ellie williams

— “glance at the thought i want you.”

synopsis — ellie has a new thing she wants to try out with you or scissoring with ellie! content warning/s — female reader, nsfw content, scissoring, kissing, praising, inexperienced! ellie

a/n — these finals are having me stress over every breath i take, so i am taking away ellie’s rn, enjoy :)

“SO WEAK WHEN YOU MOVE LIKE THAT.”

ellie’s body was sprawled across the bed like a work of art, her perky tits bounced softly as you rolled softly as you rolled your hips against hers. light gasps came from her lips as your clits met, grinding together slowly. your mouth waters at the sight of her under you and your animalistic fantasies of absolutely devouring her right here never were hard to contain.

there have been talks between the two of you, maybe more like ellie threw up the idea of scissoring and you almost choked on your spit as she bluntly voiced her demands. when you could talk instead of falling in and out of consciousness you agreed that you can try and fill the blanks in for her fantasy.

of course, you accepted, why wouldn’t you? she was all over you the second time she asked, kissing and biting your exposed skin while attacking you with her questions.

“are you doing ok?” you ask, reaching a hand down to caress her face. it was hot, almost fooling you that she was riding a high fever and her cheeks were red like cartoon dynamites, ready to blow any second.

she nods quickly, biting her lower lips to suppress a moan. ellie would hate to admit it out loud how much she is enjoying herself in this position and the delicious stimulation on her clit. she didn’t think this kind of standing could be as satisfying as having your tongue please her and she is seriously considering changing her favorite stimulation.

“f-faster…” she mumbles, her thighs trembling already. her heart was racing and she swore it would jump out of any second with the way you moved your hips against hers.

“you are so good ells, such a pretty messy pussy you have for me,” you exclaim with a high-pitched moan following your statement. you pull her thighs closer to you and quicken your pace as more praise falls from your mouth.

ellie’s eyes close as she soaks up your words, whimpering softly. her body trembles and her walls clench around nothing as her high nears and she finds it embarrassing.

“m’cumming- cumming!” she squeaks, her thighs trying to close as her hips spasm against yours. all her shame quickly dissolves, her mind only able to concentrate on the spine-arching pleasure her body is being wrecked by. she saw stars, shining brightly and blinding her as her orgasm eat her whole.

you gave her a few rushed nods, not being able to form words as you too were nearing the edge. you can feel the small, unfortunate space between the two of you get even more slippery than before, the wet sounds of your pussy lips getting louder.

ellie was just coming, her pupils were blown like she was high on drugs, and her brain was gushing out of her ears. you followed her soon, your head falling forward and your hands slipping between the two of you. the pressure in your stomach was unbearable and the release your fingers provided was heavenly.

you choke on the air in your lungs before collapsing down next to ellie. your hand tries to find hers, fingers lacing together and bringing them up to your lips to place a gentle kiss on the back of her hand.

“can we try this, sometime again…” she started, a too quickly taken breath stuck in ehr throat forming a bubble. “soon?” you muttered a quiet ‘yes’ while your other hand was looking for the blanket to pull over the both of you.

ellie rolled onto her side, her eyes searching for yours as her free hand came to push the stuck strains of hair out of her face. her expressions might not have been too telling as in the dim lights it looked as if she was quickly back to a blank look but no. from a closer angle like yours with her lips slightly ajar, the warmth radiating from her hot cheeks and the thin sheen of sweat covering her naked body there was no inquiry she had enjoyed herself.

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midnightsslut · 4 months ago

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It's interesting listening to Taylor's work in retrospect because while I think she meant it when she said "you don't need to save me/but would you run away with me", people have to remember she had to teach herself not to bolt at the first sign of trouble which might have led her to not leaving earlier, but did help her learn healthier habits in a relationship.

Her Elle 30 Before 30 interview is really illuminating because no matter what happened in the end, I think it was so important that Taylor learn things like how to fight fairly. And the part of the relationship only being built on sexual attraction/sex: MBOBHFT voice memo spells it out: he was my best friend and that is the worst part.

She was in a place where she needed to work through a lot of unhealthy habits and trauma and the fact that she seemed to really be able to work through them and start to heal while with Joe means it was a relationship that was good for a while.

Honestly, it might just be best summed up by Maisie Peters:

But oh, the way I loved you I will not be embarrassed of that Just should've known when to quit

maisie’s album always comes through lol.

but yes, this is a great point. the relationship was good for many years (and it was also painful and difficult and life-sucking for many years after). she grew soooo much, and it’s okay to acknowledge that even if things ended badly. I’m so curious about how her stance on those years will change as time goes on, because her first priority was obviously to make sure she moved on

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ivystoryweaver · 2 months ago

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The Only One

Episode 9

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Summary: The Resistance relocates to a new base and you mightily struggle with whether to stay or flee. Poe is as wonderful as always and Leia weighs in. Things take a turn

Word Count: 2.5k

Content: self-worth probs, crying, hurt/comfort

PREVIOUSLY on "The Only One"...

Poe surged forward, sliding his fingers through yours - twisting his fingers around yours - the motion he'd memorized as you fiddled with your straps a thousand times before.

"I've got you." His breath brushed your forehead as he drew your intertwined fingers, pulling you as close as he'd ever dared.

And for the first time, wings and all, you laid your head on his shoulder and pressed your body against his.

Setup and survival kept everyone busy and attention off you...for now.

As always, the Resistance hid out in an old rebel base, so the first priority was triage of the wounded, evaluation of supplies and getting everyone a place to rest, after getting them fed.

Everyone was too busy, at first, to worry about your wings or even your Force-wielding abilities.

Poe found you in a corner, as far away from curious eyes as you could manage with your newfound wings, hovered over a holopad, working your magic as best you could with outdated Rebel equipment.

"Hey there," he greeted, kneeling down beside you.

"Commander," you neutrally returned, keeping your eyes fixed on the task at hand.

"I think it's Captain, actually," he sheepishly replied, scrubbing his hand over the stubble on his chin. "The general demoted me right before..." Clearing his throat with a slight sense of embarrassment, he reached for your hand.

You stopped working, eyes cutting over to him. "I'm not calling you Captain. It's ridiculous."

A tired chuckle rumbled in his chest. "Yeah, maybe. You ready to get some rest?"

"No, I have work to do."

He regarded you for a moment, heart burning for you, with everything you'd been through. "All right, Ells. You stay here if you want. But I've gotta sleep. I can barely keep my eyes open."

He stood, watching as you stopped working, body tensing as your eyes darted around you warily. "W-where will you go?"

"Just to sleep. That's it. I won't be far," he reassured you gently, his eyes warm and sympathetic. "Unless...you can come with me."

You were up on your feet and following him in one second flat.

There wasn't much in the way of privacy at this base - not yet, anyway, but Poe had found a closed door to rest behind, grateful that you reached for his hand, linking your fingers through his. He was so worried about you and so very exhausted.

He stumbled into the tiny room, released your hand, sank down in the corner, back pressed against the wall. "You can take the bed."

You felt your cheeks heat with embarrassment that you would take Poe's bed. "No...I have work to do. Please, just go to sleep. I'm okay."

He shook his head, but you insisted. "I'm not sleepy yet. I have some reprogramming to do. Come on."

In a relatively short amount of time, Poe had been captured, tortured by Kylo Ren, he blew up Starkiller Base, lost dozens of friends on the bombing squad, got demoted, saw Leia get severely wounded, got repeatedly dressed down by Holdo, watched half the Resistance get blown out of the sky, and then Holdo herself...and now you.

You not only had wings but you appeared to be a powerful Force user. It was all catching up to him, and he fell asleep as soon as he laid his head down.

Once you were able to watch him, unguarded, you set down your holopad and let out a long sigh. "Oh, Poe...you're the last one who should have been demoted. Without you, so much of this would fall apart. I would...fall apart." Your lip trembled as your eyes flooded with tears.

Tentatively reaching out, you brushed a stray curl away from his eye. How could someone so wonderful, so good, have been treated so horribly? As soon as the thought skittered across your mind, however, you withdrew your touch, backing away from him. Your eyes flickered all over his handsome face and you winced, noticing the little nicks and cuts you inflicted upon him, when you flung rocks outward with the Force. His hands and arms bore the same scrapes.

You were like them now. Like the evil people who tortured Poe. You belonged to the darkness, you were certain of it. You were born wrong, possibly the last of your species. And the last person you knew who could tell you anything about your past, died warning you of your dark connection.

You had to leave, because you would only hurt the Resistance if you stayed. You would hurt Poe.

It would probably be best to sneak away while he was asleep. Pushing up onto your feet, you winced as your wing knocked against the wall. Hot tears pricked your eyes as shamed filled your chest, squeezing like a vice. You were a freak. An evil, dangerous demon.

But you would do one thing for Poe before you left. Quietly sneaking out of the door, you located the makeshift med bay and braved the stares and inquiries to try to find some bacta ointment or patches for Poe's wounds.

Unfortunately for you, Leia was there and she spotted you right away, summoning you to her bedside where she was getting checked over.

"General Organa," you gasped, face flaming hot with humiliation over your Force tantrum back on Crait. "I...I didn't mean to bother you, I'll go."

"No, stay," she gently instructed with a gentle smile, dark eyes warm and calming. "I've been worried about you."

Your eyes went wide. "About me?" Your lip trembled as you realized she must be ready to call you out on your dark and dangerous abilities. "I'm sorry, I just came to get some bacta for Poe. He's hurt."

"Poe is hurt?" She asked, sitting up in her bed, eyebrows furrowing with concern.

"Just some scrapes... I-I didn't mean to. It was an accident." Your breath grew shallow as you felt familiar panic rising in your chest.

"Elia, I want you to breathe," Leia instructed, reaching for your arm with the softest touch. "Just...breathe."

Whatever she was doing worked as the tightness in your chest released.

"You've had quite a day," she sympathetically smiled.

"Me?" You gasped, shaking your head. "General Organa, I'm so sorry...about Master Luke."

She nodded knowingly. "You felt that, didn't you?"

Noticing the instant your panic returned she shook her head once. "Breathe, Elia."

Your eyes drifted closed as you felt an sense of calm and safety wash over you.

"I'll see that you get the bacta you need, but I want you to come and see me tomorrow. Okay?"

You agreed, if only to quickly get back to Poe and figure out a plan for your escape.

Thankfully, Poe was still sound asleep when you returned - tousled curls splayed carelessly yet somehow beautifully as heavy breaths escaped his parted lips. If only you didn't have to be this creature. If only you could really love him.

As gingerly as you could manage, you opened the vial of bacta and, with a featherlight touch, applied it to the cuts you could see, doing everything in your power to not wake him.

Once you finished, you picked up your holopad and tried to plot an escape route. You had to think of how to get away without drawing unwanted attention to the Resistance. If you were caught by the First Order...

You shuddered to think of what they would do to you to get information. But if you stayed here, the darkness in you would surely corrupt everything around you. Easing down onto the floor, you felt your eyes grow heavy.

Hours later, Poe found you there, asleep, your dark wing covering you like a blanket. Rubbing the sleep from his eyes. he stared at you for an indulgent moment, wondering if he'd ever met anyone as unique as you. He wondered if you'd ever let him in, let him close.

Clearly you had been hiding your wings for a long time, maybe your whole life. No wonder you never took your backpack off. He winced at the thought that it must have physically hurt you to hide them. And the fact that you were a Force user. What else were you hiding?

It took everything in him to refrain from stretching out his fingers to trace the slick texture of your wing.

Soon enough, you shifted and stirred, waking up and struggling to find your way out from under your wing. Your hair still hung loosely around your shoulders. You flinched when you saw Poe staring at you.

"Hey," he breathed, reaching for your arm. "I just woke up. Did you sleep down there all night?"

Straightening up a little, you winced in pain, realizing you must have slept crooked. Your wings seemed to feel awkward and at least a little painful all the time.

"Come up here," Poe coaxed, gently grasping your elbows to pull you onto the bed with him. You eased down beside him, heart thundering inside you as your wing settled over both your shoulder and his.

"I-I'm sorry, I..." You pulled away, not wanting to upset him with this terrifying, demonic part of your body.

"Don't be sorry," he whispered against your cheek.

"I don't want to hurt you. I don't...my wings, I - "

"It's okay," he soothed, smiling tenderly as you pushed your fingers through his in the typical, repetitive motion you always did with your backpack straps.

"Your wings don't hurt me, sweetheart," he went on. "They're beautiful. You're beautiful."

"I'm not," you whimpered, tears spilling over your lashes. "I'm...wrong. The darkness - it's in me. It's part of me."

He nodded, touching his forehead to yours. "Everyone has darkness in them somewhere. And light too. It's balance."

Your eyes drifted closed you finally felt sleepiness dragging you under. Somehow, Poe's presence soothed you, despite the notion that you should try to depart tonight.

Safe in his arms, you slept and slept, more soundly than you could remember. It would be one last memory to take with you as you left the Resistance for good.

You slept so long and so hard that Poe eventually climbed out of bed and got busy helping the Resistance get settled at the new base. Leia met with him, promoted him and put him to work. Poe was all too eager to oblige.

You awoke, sore and confused, but after some breakfast and a quick rinse in the fresher, you felt marginally better. And ready to make a plan for how to get out of here.

As you scurried toward the hangar in search of a ship, you realized how stupid your idea was. You couldn't fly anything, and what Resistance pilot would defect to fly you anywhere? Not only that, but how would you escape Poe's watchful eye?

But it's all you knew to do. You ran when things got too hard. You knew nothing else. With all your heart, however, you wished you weren't made wrong because you wanted to stay. Maybe you should stay and ask for help. General Organa seemed to be understanding with you last night. Perhaps she could help you control your power. Or perhaps she would see you for what you truly were.

"I thought I might find you here."

General Organa's voice stopped you in your tracks.

"General. Good morning," you attempted, your hands fidgeting as you averted your eyes.

"Good afternoon," she pointedly returned, but smiled warmly.

"I-it's good to see you out of the med bay. Are you feeling better?" You politely questioned, unknowingly inching away from her.

Leia reached for your hand in a motion so soothing, you didn't even think to flinch. "I am. Thank you. And what about you, Elia? How are you feeling?"

Unsure of how to answer such a layered question, your head dropped, if only to avoid eye contact.

"Could I ask you a question?" She finally asked, breaking the long moments of silence.

You nodded, so she went on. "Could I ask where you were planning to go?"

Your eyes popped open. She knew? After a few moments, you felt a tears slip down your cheeks. "I don't want to put the Resistance in danger."

Nodding understandingly, she motioned for you to sit down on a crate. You complied and she joined you.

"The way I understand it is - you saved a lot of lives on Crait. A whole transport's worth. Maybe more." She looked at you pointedly. "Isn't that right?"

Fidgeting under her scrutiny, you shrugged. "I don't really understand how it happened. I just didn't want anyone to die."

"Tell me what you did. Or said," she gently coaxed. "It's all right."

"Um, the transport caught fire and...I felt the heat. Then I...I told the fire no. I thought of all the danger and I just said no. I felt it and I concentrated. And I could feel the ship touching down on the planet's surface." You sighed wearily. "Couldn't stop the fire, though, or the explosion."

"And how did you feel?"

"Calm," you answered without really thinking.

"The Force is strong with you. I've told you that before."

"The Force," you slowly repeated. "You mean, the energy flow that you have. And Master Luke. And Rey. The girl who moved the stones. Is she a Jedi? Are you a Jedi? You're not saying I could be a Jedi, are you, because I can't do that - not with my wings, because they hurt me sometimes and because of what I am. So that's not what you mean, is it - "

"Elia," she interrupted your rambling. "If you stay, I'll teach you about the Force. I'll show you how to understand your connection to it."

The ache in your wings and your back matched the ache in your soul. You wanted to be a part of the light more than anything. You wanted to be good like Poe and in control, like Leia.

With nothing left to lose, you decided to try to explain to the general about your past. About how you were the last of your kind, as far as you knew. And how someone ominous explained your species' connection to darkness.

She listened intently, without making you feel uncomfortable. In fact, she had a unique talent for it. You'd never felt more centered around anyone. Poe was like that too, but in a completely different way.

"Do you remember when you were on that mission with Poe, to that swampy planet, and you saved his life?"

Instead of denying it, or rambling or fussing, you slowly nodded.

She smiled softly. "Those are not the actions of someone destructive. You've used what little you understand about the Force to save lives. To heal. You didn't give in to fear, to anger. You're strong."

Shaking your head, you squeezed your eyes closed. "Then why was I born like this? Why did I have to be a demon?"

Leia rose, pacing around behind you to inspect your wings. Your head bowed in shame as you endured one of the moments you had dreaded since you arrived and joined the resistance: the rejection of General Organa.

"How certain are you of your species?" She questioned, moving back around to face you.

No one had ever asked you that, because you had been pretending to be a human your whole life. "I only know what I was told. I don't think there are anymore demons."

"And that's why you hid your wings?" She asked a rhetorical question and then continued. "That's why they hurt you. They didn't grow correctly."

"Please..." you backed away, wishing so badly you could flee and hide, feeling as if you couldn't take any more scrutiny or stares.

"It's all right," she repeated. "Will you meet me here tomorrow? I think I can help you."

"With the Force, you mean?"

"Yes. And I think we can do something about your pain," she added. "I may also have an idea about where you're from."

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Let's talk for a minute about the magical creature that is Tao's mom, Yan Xu.

One of the things I completely adore about the show is that it has given so much space to the secondary characters, space that the comic format doesn't allow. And one of the best things in that space is Tao's relationship with his mom.

The first hint we get of Yan's awesomeness is her obvious adoration of Elle, her heartfelt interest in Elle as her own person, totally independent of her relationship with Tao. Yan sees Elle wholly, cares about all the aspects of her life, and openly admires her beauty and talent. It's never discussed in the show, but Elle must have felt some fear or trepidation about how her friends' parents would react to her coming out as trans. No need to worry with Yan Xu. Her attitude is in such direct contrast to some of the other treatment Elle has received that it must be healing and comforting for Elle on many levels.

Let's not forget this completely on-brand mom moment, when Yan realizes, maybe even before Tao himself, that romantic feelings are developing between the two teens. [At least she manages not to use the phrase 'hanky panky." Shudder.]

She is so supportive of Tao, believes in him so completely, that Mr. Ajayi's assertion that Tao is struggling is unfathomable to her. She doesn't look embarrassed or annoyed (like Charlie's parents), though I do wish we could see her face after she sees his coursework 😂

Yan is so in tune with her son that she rivals, and maybe even sometimes surpasses, Sarah Nelson levels of understanding and sympathy/empathy toward him. She knows he's hurting and worrying, knows that his dread of Elle's potential move must be eating him alive.

But she doesn't push too hard. She's clearly taken the time to give a lot of thought to how she would approach doling out advice to her son. She expresses her love and support of him first, and acknowledges his pain, before making herself vulnerable and telling her story about Tao's dad in a way that he hasn't heard before.

I just love Tao's face in this scene. Will manages to portray all of Tao's love for his mom, his acknowledgment of her unique grief and personal journey, and his appreciation for how she's using her story to show that she sees him, understands him, in a way no one else in his life really can.

Yan's vulnerability, her openness with her son, and the strength she's had to show in the face of tragic loss, all serve to make her words of wisdom to Tao both deeply meaningful and, importantly, acceptable to Tao, who doesn't always take advice well. Yan knows her son, and she knows this is the best way to connect with him.

And when Tao responds to this moment with a joke, she knows him well enough to understand that he's not laughing off her suggestion; he's just coping in the best way he knows how with the intensity of the emotions they're both feeling. It also has to be said that this entire scene is a balm after the rawness of the rest of this episode, where almost every other family interaction has been negative and strained.

And when Tao comes back from the Paris trip, settled and happy... "The perfect girl for my perfect boy." Such a simple statement, but it encompasses so many levels of acceptance, such deep love, hope, and pride.

Yan Xu, we adore you.

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onlyonetifosi · 10 months ago

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chapter 14

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The wait is over im so sorry bc of how late this comes up i've been so bad lately with struggles in both mentally and with my cronical kidney disease. BUT HERE'S THE PIERRE FT ANNOYING/RUDE GF Hope you like it <3 <3

The sun hung high over the picturesque landscape of Cinque Terre, Italy, as the Leclerc family, along with their friends, basked in the warmth of another summer day. Yn and her twin brother, Charles, giggled as they ran along the pebbled beach, their laughter mingling with the sound of crashing waves.

"Race you to the rocks!" Charles challenged, his eyes sparkling with mischief.

Yn grinned, her competitive spirit ignited. "You're on!"

"Charles, slow down!" Yn called out, chuckling as she tried to keep up with his energetic pace.

Their younger brother, Arthur, trailed behind them, his laughter ringing out as he tried to keep up. Lorenzo, the eldest of the siblings, watched fondly from a distance, content in the company of their parents and friends

Charles grinned, his eyes scanning the crowd. "Where are Mom and Dad?"

"They said they'd meet us by the gelato stand," Yn replied, scanning the area

As the afternoon sun began to dip towards the horizon, the Leclercs and their companions gathered around a rustic wooden table at a local trattoria, sharing stories and laughter over plates of freshly caught seafood and glasses of chilled limoncello

"Charles, Pierre just arrived!" Lorenzo called out, waving to a familiar figure approaching with a girl by his side

Pierre, Charles's best friend from karting, grinned as he spotted them. "Hey, everyone!"

Yn's heart skipped a beat when she saw Céline, Pierre's girlfriend, trailing behind him. She tried to hide her discomfort, knowing that Céline had never been particularly kind to her

“Bonjour, Pierre!" Charles greeted, clapping his friend on the back. "Comment ça va?"

"Bonjour, ça va?" Pierre asked, flashing her a friendly smile.

Yn forced a smile in return, replying, "Ça va bien, merci" (I'm doing well, thank you)

"Bonjour, Yn," Céline greeted, her tone dripping with insincerity "Having fun with your little boyfriend?"

Yn felt her cheeks flush with embarrassment as Céline's words drew chuckles from some of the others. She glanced at Joris, who squeezed her hand reassuringly

"Oui, we are" Joris replied, his voice steady despite the hate in Céline's words, and comforts his girlfriend by placing his arm around Yn’s shoulders and placing his head on her neck.

Yn's smile faltered, but she remained silent, not wanting to cause a scene. She glanced at Charles, hoping he would intervene, but he was engrossed in conversation with Riccardo and Marta

The group chatted amicably for a while, but Yn couldn't shake the feeling of Cèline's disapproval looming over her. She tried to ignore it, focusing instead on the laughter and chatter of her family and friends

As the sun dipped below the horizon, tension hung thick in the air. Yn found herself retreating, seeking solace in the quiet of the villa.

"Yn, what's wrong?" Joris asked, concern etched in his features as he followed her.

"It's nothing" Yn murmured, unable to meet his gaze.

"Hey, don't listen to Céline" Joris said softly, lifting her chin to meet his eyes. "You're amazing, okay? Don't let her get to you"

As the day wore on, tensions simmered beneath the surface, coming to a head during a late afternoon stroll along the coastline. Yn walked a few paces behind the others, lost in her thoughts, when she overheard snippets of conversation between Pierre and Cèline.

"Elle est tellement ennuyeuse" Cèline whispered, her voice dripping with disdain "Pourquoi doit-elle toujours être là?"

Yn's heart sank as she realized they were talking about her. She quickened her pace, desperate to escape their cruel words, but Pierre's voice stopped her in her tracks

"Cèline, enough" Pierre said firmly, his gaze flickering to Yn. "You're being rude and you have no right to speak to Yn like that"

Cèline scoffed, rolling her eyes and looking away.

One evening, as they gathered for dinner on the terrace overlooking the sea, Cèline's snide remarks reached a breaking point.

"Yn, why do you always dress like that? You look ridiculous," Cèline remarked, her tone dripping with disdain

Yn's cheeks flushed with embarrassment as the others exchanged uncomfortable glances. She bit her lip, struggling to maintain her composure

Charles, sensing his sister's distress, followed her outside, concern etched on his features. "Qu'est-ce qui ne va pas, Yn? (What's wrong, Yn)" he asked, his voice gentle.

Yn swallowed the lump in her throat, her resolve crumbling as she confessed, "Cèline... she's been making me feel unwelcome, Charles. I don't know what I've done to deserve it."

Charles's brows furrowed in indignation. "Ne t'en fais pas, ma petite fleur. Je vais parler à Pierre. Personne ne devrait te faire sentir ainsi (Don't worry. I'll talk to Pierre. No one should make you feel this way)"

With determination in his stride, Charles sought out Pierre, his expression grave as he relayed Yn's distress. Pierre's initial disbelief gave way to realization, his features contorting with regret as he realized the extent of Cèline's behavior.

Finally, unable to bear it any longer, Yn's patience wore thin. "Cèline, pourquoi es-tu si méchante envers moi?" (Cèline, why are you so mean to me?)

Cèline scoffed, her eyes narrowing with disdain. "Oh, comme si ça t'importait vraiment." (As if you really care.)

Pierre's expression darkened as he stepped forward, his voice firm. "Cèline, enough. Tu as dépassé les bornes" (You've crossed the line) "I can't believe you'd behave like this, Cèline. I thought I knew you better"

Yn's heart raced as she watched Cèline storm off in a huff, her cheeks flushed with embarrassment. She felt a wave of gratitude wash over her as Pierre turned to her with a reassuring smile.

Later that evening, Pierre approached Yn, his expression apologetic. "Je suis désolé, Yn. Cèline's behavior was unacceptable. I've spoken with her parents, and they're ashamed of her actions. They've decided to cut our vacation short and return to France early to address her behavior"

"Merci, Pierre," Yn whispered, her voice choked with emotion. (Thank you, Pierre)

Pierre squeezed her hand gently, his eyes shining with empathy. "De rien, Yn. Tu mérites d'être traitée avec respect." (You're welcome, Yn. You deserve to be treated with respect)

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sapphicmorningkisses · 2 years ago

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anger (e.w)

❞ angry ellie?? HELL YEAH p.s. lmk if i should work on anything to improve! also so sorry about tagging my fics incorrectly! i'm new to tumblr - em ❞

SUMMARY :: ellie has a bad day and takes it out on you

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As soon as you saw her angry expression you knew that you were in for a good time. There was a certain point within your girl's anger where all she needed was a distraction. And you were her favorite distraction.

“Stop fucking squirming, I know you like this you little slut” Her teeth were skating across your clit, hands gripping so tightly on your waist there was no way it wouldn’t leave a mark. It hurt but you liked it. You fucking loved it when she got like this.

She knew your body so well, always able to put you at her mercy with a few words or light touches. She was always so good to you when you needed her…You were glad to do the same for her. She deserved a break from the hard life she led.

So you let ellie lay you down as soon as she got home after she told you something along the lines of “Stop fucking talking.” Before she kissed you like she wanted to take all the air that was in your lungs. If she did after all, you would let her.

You knew she’d make it up to you later. Probably put herself on her knees to worship you like you deserved.

But for now, she needed this to be the opposite of that. ellie wasn’t focused on making you feel good like she normally did, she was trying to relieve herself from the pressure of the intense day she had.

"Didn't I just tell you to stop moving, you stupid little slut." She huffed out.

She smirked into your skin, detaching her mouth from your core for the third time. The distressed cry you let out was so pretty it almost made her feel bad. Almost. Ellie didn’t give in so easily.

Ellie smirked as she let her eyes trail across your body that was coated in dark purple marks that she’d kiss later when she apologized for being so rough with you. You’d dismiss her, how you loved being her little work of art.

“Please, just wanna come.” Your words are barely tangible.

She gripped your jaw and you mewl from shock. Even when she’s fucking pissed and can only think about how small she wants to make you feel, she’d never actually hurt you. Ellie doesn't dream of that. “You’ll come if and only if i decide you will. you take what I give you.”

Your back arches when she lets two fingers slip past your entrance.

“What am I gonna do with you?” her voice was so lustful it almost made your mouth water. “You like it when i treat you like a little slut, don’t you?”

You do, you really fucking do. you nod, biting your lip as you fight the urge to buck your hips into her fingers, desperate to feel her deeper. fuck her and her perfect fucking fingers.

“Say it.”

“I love it.” Your eyes bubble with tears cause she’s been edging you for an hour…bringing you to the edge only to pull away before you coming.

“Hmm.” she kisses your nose, the sweet gesture making your head spin in contrast to how mean she was being seconds ago. “So pretty when you cry.”

It was embarrassing how much her humiliation turns you on. Her words, her mocking tone, the fact that you were naked while she was completely clothed. She looked up at you so casually, like what she was doing wasn’t so goddamn filthy.

You clench when her fingers curl, you’re so fucking close. You’d probably be embarrassed if you weren’t so fucking pent up.

Then she pulls her fingers out of you. You keep your legs closed.

“Open your legs.” It’s gruff and demanding, you know better than to tease her but knowing why she’s doing this makes it impossible not too.

“You have to ask me nicely first, ells.” You keep your knees buckled together, smiling up at her like you knew all her secrets or something.

“Open your fucking legs.” Her hands reach up to your knees and yank them apart. You gasp when the cold air hits your pussy, wondering why you flirt with dominance when you know you’ll give into submission every single time.

“‘M sorry, just can’t take anymore.” You pout up at her.

“And who exactly the fuck do you think you are?” She scoffs and you almost flinch at how harsh her tone is. “You don’t like what I give you?”

“WAIT ‘m sorry. I love it, ‘m sorry.” You rush, apologies flowing from your lips like it was the only language you could speak. She hums like she’s in thought but you can look in her eyes and tell her mind is made up.

Her mouth levels with your core again, “So be a good little dirty slut and lie there and take it.”

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The Hardest Part

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gale dekarios x tav oc (baldur's gate)

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Local Wizard might be obsessed with a Cleric of the Moonmaiden, will he ever actually tell her how he feels? or will he be alone with his cat forever in a library?

Elle was never the type to assume feelings. Gale wasn’t that elusive anyway. She could always tell how he felt, or at least weasel it out of him. Camp was quiet though, and a lot weighed on Gale’s mind. They had only been traveling a few months, everything was fine in Elle’s eyes. The elf found it easy to say that she considered her party to be very close friends with one another. Growing up, she didn’t have too many friends, so traveling with the group was more of a practice in socialization. When you’re known as the bookish nerd with a heavy devotion to Selûne; not that many people want to approach you in the grove. Except Gale just understood her. She couldn’t joke the same with anyone else, no one understood her when she went on tangents. Just Gale.

Their tents were in perfect eye shot of each other, it’s not like she wasn’t allowed to look in his direction. They set up camp by the shore for a reason, the lakeside is beautiful. Easily she could claim that she was looking at the water, but each time… Gale found her attention. It was always a pleasant distraction in the evening, her dear friend Gale wouldn’t blame her for her wandering eyes anyway. Though when he looked back for a second time, eyes locking directly with Elle before he looked away, she began to think. “The lake is right there, why does he look at me?” Elle had an imagination from the amount of romance novels in her collection, but never would she imagine someone falling for her. She could only picture herself as a spinster holed up in a grove far from civilization. Not that she didn’t notice the attractive qualities of everyone she’d met, the romantic in her could never be silenced. Gale just didn’t seem the type to pay attention to her when people like Wyll or Shadowheart traveled with them. Even Astarion was more appealing than her, in her mind at least.

For just a moment though, she imagined walking up to Gale and just announcing her suspicions. Her eyes for the third time had fixed on Gale. The moon broke through the trees and illuminated his tent now, as if her Goddess was giving her better sight for her fixation. She watched as he sighed, broad shoulders rose and fell quickly as he thumbed at the page of the book he definitely wasn’t reading. The water still distracted him.

Elle took a deep breath to gather her courage. The rest of camp had either retired for the night or had taken up an activity that they couldn’t be pulled from. She thanked Selûne, Elle wasn’t sure if she could handle Shadowheart’s cautious gaze as she watched her with the ‘dangerous wizard’. They’d all worked on their gripes with one another, but Shadowheart still struggled to see Gale as anything but power hungry. Elle couldn’t see him as anything but Gale. Quietly, she gathered herself, wrapped a blanket over her shoulders to help keep her warm on the walk over. The cool night air also helped cool off any embarrassment from rejection, too. It wasn’t that she expected rejection, Gale wouldn’t be so cruel, but she’d been wrong before. The crunch of the dirt beneath her leather shoes alerted Gale, snapping him from his daze. He seemed more on edge for the past few nights than he ever had. “Well, I didn’t expect your company tonight.” He smiled, as if all the previous concern had washed away. “What can I do for you, friend?”

“Is there something on your mind, Gale?” Elle asked, stepping closer and taking a seat on the cushion laid out by his own. He’d always been happy when she stopped by to sit with him for a chat, that he added a seat just for his favorite company. Gale only responded with a sigh, “Oh, just the usual melancholies of the enlightened mind. Brain worms and what not…” Gale’s comment only made her more suspicious, his moodiness was more than the usual tadpole concern. He seemed genuinely lost in his mind with something more. “Of course, it’s your usual weekly brooding session…” Elle looked off towards the lake, the moonlight dancing on the water. “You’re positive it had nothing to do with me? You kept looking-” She was cut off by Gale’s boisterously nervous laughter. “Oh, Elle, what would I be thinking of you for? Aside from your never ending wit or your b-” He sputtered to clear his throat, “Your vocabulary, I mean. My apologies. Perhaps the cold is getting to my head? I should retire.” He began to stand, but Elle grabbed onto his wrist. His pulse was fast, his face flushed, but he still lowered himself back to the patterned cushion.

“What’s really troubling you?” Elle asked earnestly. She didn’t catch onto his thoughts this time, she really had no clue what the wizard was thinking. For all she knew, the mindflayer transformation was upon him, and she would have to do the unthinkable. His hesitation didn’t fully melt away, but she could tell he was easing into the confession of his thoughts. “I just…don’t wish to burden you with my mind. It’s nothing concerning, but it just might be a little…complicated though.” Gale finally admitted, but still kept it vague enough to make Elle officially frustrated.

Complicated? Elle didn’t wish to brag, but nothing was too ‘complicated’ for her to fathom. She’d been subjected to a tadpole behind her eye, she could surely understand the inner workings of a dumb wizard. So, she scoffed. Rolling her grey eyes, she took her hand away. “Right, too hard for me to understand.” Elle now stood up. “I can understand when I’m pressuring you though. I apologize, Gale.” She felt offended, flustered, and most of all disappointed. Perhaps she’d just been misreading the signs from Selûne. “Not everything can be fixed, stupid Cleric.” Elle scolded herself internally, but was interrupted by Gale’s calloused hand grasping her wrist now.

“You must understand…the hardest part is understanding my own feelings for you.”

It clicked at that moment. “Oh...that’s why.” Elle looked around, hoping that no onlookers would interrupt them. “Y-Your feelings?” She felt like her heart was pounding straight out of her chest. “I just can’t get my mind off of you, Elle.” Gale sighed, removing his hand from her wrist to run over his hair earnestly. “I can’t even spend an evening without looking your way…” Brown eyes met grey now, eye contact holding for a moment before Elle broke the silence. She lowered herself back down to his level. “You…um…you mean that?” She questioned in an almost whisper, his response was an honest nod. “Did you not catch me staring your way earlier?” She leaned in, as if the secret would leave the space between them. “I was so afraid I’d been bothering you with my attention.” Elle’s cheeks felt so warm, but she refused to back away. Not with Gale.

“Did you not expect my adoration? Even after all this time?” He questioned, looking at her as if he was studying each feature. He just didn’t want to lose her with this new proclamation. “How was I supposed to ever expect this.. I’m not the type to fall for..” Elle’s own esteem issues would rarely surface, but she found it hard to find the good in herself. “Not the- Not the type to fall for? Elle, that is just utterly absurd.” Gale’s hand gripped each other in his lap, just to hold back from holding her. “How could you not be the center of all my attention when you challenge me so often. Your beauty shows itself in so many ways, how am I supposed to ignore you?” Now his right hand reached out to brush a piece of her longer bangs from her eyes. “I’m obsessed, honestly..” He sighed again, but now she understood his reasoning. Lovesickness wasn’t fatal, but it definitely could hinder a traveling party.

“How long..?” She asked finally, but Gale could easily answer. “When you pulled me from the portal..” He lowered his head, as if to be ashamed. “I suppose you’re not alone then..” Elle scooted in closer, the gap between them just kept getting smaller with each shared confession. When she pulled the wizard from the whirling portal, she almost felt like it was a divine gift from her Goddess. After being with two of the most sarcastic members, it was a breath of fresh air to have the wizard tag along.

“Gale, you don’t understand how long… I’ve wanted you to say this.” She sighed out, her manicured hand resting on his knee closest to her. Elle had such a hard time admitting her own feelings, even if she spent so much time worried about others. “I’m still having such a hard time even believing I’m not dreaming.” Gale’s throat bobbed as he swallowed his anxieties. “What can I do to convince you that you’re truly awake?” His voice was confident, with a slight waver. Not that his own experience was anything to worry about, but being in his tower for so long hadn’t given him a chance for practice. “What do you mean?” Elle asked innocently. Her experience in the love field was basically nothing outside of her novels and mage hand. She had no clue how to respond to his moves.

She didn’t need to respond, though, as Gale had leaned in now. Their lips met with a tender touch, Gale just couldn’t be anything but gentle with Elle. Her tension melted away at his touch. Elle didn’t feel uneasy or unsafe when it came to Gale. Even when the kiss became more intense, she didn’t feel any boundaries being crossed. Pulling her into his lap, Gale helped her sit on his thigh as he held her waist closer. The sound of the crickets chirping, the owls sounding off, and the water crashing soft on the shore just covered the sounds of their clothes rustling. Elle was the first to let her hands wander.

First, they traced his collar bone. Detailing each small scar and running over the low ridge of his tattoo. Then, she traveled lower with her left hand. She just rested it on his chest, but Gale was bursting just from her sweet grazing on his body. Breaking from the kiss, Gale panted to catch his breath. Elle just folded her head into his neck, leaving even sweeter kisses with every whimper he’d release. “Elle…p-please…hold on…” Gale begged, feeling himself about to burst. Elle thankfully relented. “I-I’ve never done anything like this before, Gale… I don’t know what I should do…” Elle confessed, hiding her flustered face in his shoulder.

“Allow me to help you then, my dear.” Gale whispered soft into her ear, not wanting to scare her any. “Will you trust me?” He smiled, pulling her back to look at him. Elle of course agreed. How could she not trust Gale Dekarios?

With a wave of his hand that wasn’t holding her, he cast a veil over the tent. The world seemed normal, just as if a haze had fallen over the tent. “What happened…?” She questioned, Gale just started to smile. “Just something to deter the others.” He leaned into her neck now, trailing kisses from the bottom of her ear to the base of her neck. “My tent appears closed now, so they won’t bother…this.” They were still in the night air, exposed, with all the risk warded off.

Gale’s free hand now moved to hold her thigh, causing Elle to gasp with surprise. Their lips met again, this time with more urgency. The spell could wear off at any moment, so they had to make it count in one way or another. Elle’s own hands began to move down again, this time pushing the limit. Gale groaned into the kiss as Elle palmed his already hard cock through his lounging pants. Her palm rubbed at the length over the cloth as she tried to deepen the kiss. Gale allowed her, his tongue working its way into her mouth now. He moaned with a deep grumble into her, not wanting to waste a moment any longer.

“I’ve dreamed about this exact moment for months now, Elle…” He broke the kiss to now move his pants down. Elle moved off his lap to sit on her knees. Patiently waiting for him, as if she’d expected the evening to take this path. His dick sprung from the tightness of his pants, Gale audibly sighed in relief.

Elle would be lying if she said she wasn’t mildly intimidated by its girth, but she sure was excited. Only reading about this in her risqué books, Elle had no actual experience with sex in real life. “M-May I…” She started to ask, but Gale just feverishly responded with a nod. Elle took it as permission to reach out. Positioning herself between his legs, she pulled at his pants just slightly to make it more comfortable for him. With one hand she began slowly moving up and down, with the other she palmed at his balls that perfectly rested on her hand. “E-Elle…oh gods…” Gale threw his head back when she started to pump at his cock, his wrist moved up to cover his eyes. She was focused, though, her speed quickening with every second passing.

His panting grew louder with her speed. Elle was stopped, though. Gale moved his hand back down to hold onto her hand. “I need you…” He confessed desperately. Pulling at her wrist softly, his puppy dog eyes were too much for her to resist. “Please.” Gale begged again. If Elle wasn’t a sane woman, she’d be clawing at the tent behind them.

She moved back, pulling her pants off with haste. The cool air hit her, the only things keeping her warm was the sweater she wore and the heat from her full body blushing. Crawling forward on her knees, she didn’t feel as exposed, knowing their moment was hidden. She felt almost more excited, knowing that if the veil fell, she’d been seen for all that she is. Elle wanted Gale more than she ever thought possible. His firm hands grabbed onto her soft ass, pulling her up to straddle his lap now. Gale’s cock bobbed with his movement. His erection now rested on her pelvis, throbbing in anticipation. Gale held himself firmly to not absolutely devour her on the spot, needing her more than the magic he craved. He took two fingers to ready her for their endeavor, but was not prepared for just how wet she’d become. Elle wasn’t even aware that a person could make her feel so…euphoric.

Biting her lower lip to hold back her moans, he moved around her clit just to tease at her. Elle’s body crumpled against his torso again, head resting on his neck. “G-Gale-” She sputtered out, breathing heavily into him. Two fingers moved down her pussy, inserting one after another into her. She shook, thighs quaked the deeper he pushed. Gasping softly as she gripped at his shirt with one hand and pulling at his hair with the other, Elle couldn’t sit still. Even the thickness of his pointer and middle finger was enough to drive her mad. “Darling, if I don’t do this I won’t fit, just try to hold on a little longer.” Gale cooed in her ear, petting her head soft to coach her as he began thrusting his fingers faster.

His fingers coated in her wet was a feeling he’d savor. Gale wasn’t surprised that he was growing harder by the second. Each time he’d move his hand, his cock would throb. Tightening around him, her back arched into his body, just trying to hold patience. “Haah… Hah… Gale…” Elle breathed out, her grip getting tighter. Gale wouldn’t let her finish, though, he needed Elle to help him. Pulling his fingers out, fighting the tight suction of her virginity. She mewled at the absence, but Gale tried to console her. “Shh, love. J-Just wait. Please.” Holding the shaft still, he helped Elle stand on her knees to hover still.

Anticipation made him shake slightly, he anxiously ran the tip down from her clit to her waiting hole. Meeting her pussy with a deep moan, Gale felt like he could’ve melted. Elle helped him by lowering her body, her pussy resting right on the tip. Gale sped it up by pulling her further, going deeper. Elle quickly moved a hand over her mouth, his girth stretched her more than just his fingers. Forgiving her cluelessness, Gale just kept trying to soothe her while easing her down. “Gods… Elle…you…” He breathed as he finally bottomed out, “You are….divine…”

Tightening around him from the compliment, Gale once again felt the need to burst then and there. It’d been upwards of a year since he’d been with someone so intimately, but he tried to remain patient. On her own, though, she began to move. Gale tried to lighten the load by guiding his hands to her ass again, allowing him to move for her. “Thank you…for trusting me with this.” His brown eyes looking at her with the sweetest smile, but she was too far gone as he began speeding up his pace. Her arms laced around his neck to hold her stability, she laid on him with her full weight.

Gale was stronger than he looked, but it also just could’ve been the instinct to rail into her. The amount of sound coming from the pair almost made her doubt the spell truly hid what they were doing. The soft padding of skin meeting skin, the soft moans and groans, and the sound of lips against lips. Fucking into her was easy, but Elle couldn’t stop from kissing him. Trailing along his tattoo (which only drove him mad) up to his mouth, Gale’s pace sped up faster to match his own needs. “E-Elle-” He sputtered out, breaking the kiss she kept leaning further into.

He had to pull her off, trying not to upset her too badly by cumming inside her. Pumping at his own cock, he used the lubrication from her pussy for ease. Elle started to whine, but Gale just cast Mage Hand to help her along. A mystical blue hand appeared to work at her clit with the same speed he’d shown prior. He smiled as Elle laid back on her knees, so Gale could get a good look as he stroked his dick. As Elle’s body shuddered with pleasure, she arched her back to fend off the eventual climax. She wasn’t sure what she was fighting off though, maybe she just didn’t want the moment to end. Gale helped her legs get more comfortable, holding her still just to watch her squirm under the hand. Gale felt himself at the point, so he rose on his knees as he continued pumping at his dick.

Elle came with a sigh of relief through her nose, but Gale had to bite his tongue as he came into his fist. The hand still moved, even as Elle softly begged to slow down. Only as she squirmed around did he snap out of his daze, waving his hand once again to send it away. The two sat in exhausted silence, crickets outside acting as a white noise to their panting.

“Well…” Gale began. “I don’t suppose that’ll be the end…right?” He looked at Elle with hopeful eyes, holding out a hand to help her up. Elle paused for a moment to allow herself to catch her breath. “Well, you don’t just expect us to never explore the notion.” Gale scrambled nervously, now expecting rejection from the silence.

“Shut up, Wizard.” Elle finally sighed out, giving a soft kiss onto his cheek.

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