#help it's night time here and the yearn is getting intensified

[moonchild-in-blue]

good afternoon my Mina

as someone who has Loads of Experience Slow Dancing In The Kitchen, I believe Vessel would hum "Nothing Else Matters" by Metallica for slow dancing and the Esperas would sing/hum "Goodnight Moon" if you remember that song I do not remember who it's by

Oh this is too precious 🥺 my beloved Lucy you'll make me cry 🥺💙

I was picturing also something like "Love of My Life" by Queen (i weep), or other classic rock throwbacks. Or idk, Seal or whatever. My man's got taste™.

Also let me throw in here "Flume" by Bon Iver because we know for a fact both Ves and Espera love him, and he's one of my all time favourites, and this song is very much slow-dance-in-the-kicthen vibes.

[pookie-mulder]

July 2024 fic roundup

Here are the highlights from this month! I really love doing these. It helps me be more engaged with what I’m reading and actually remember individual fics once I’m done with them (rather than stuffing them in the collective “fic soup” in my brain, where they’ll combine together until there’s no hope of remembering details). Anyway, I highly recommend doing some sort of fic journal! I’d love to know what you guys are reading.

🦆👧 Temporum VI by Emily_M1013

This is the third installment of a wonderful Emily AU, The Mallards series. I love how it puts its own spin on canon events, and I’m delighted every time I see an update in my inbox!

🤫🪪 Snakebitten by @onpaperfirst

My favorite thing about this fic is the way it adds to canon without rehashing what we’ve already seen in the show, building on season 5 so seamlessly. (The motel scene is 👌)

👰‍♀️🤵‍♂️yesterday’s future by @thursdayinspace

This fic answers the question I posed in this post: What if Mulder and Scully got married right after William was born? I loved it so much! The angst and the longing and the overwhelming love were just perfect.

👓😩 spectacular by @thursdayinspace

Scully has a thing for Mulder in glasses. Mulder has a think for Scully in glasses. They bang about it. (And who can blame them, really?)

🌳☕️ Suncadia by @sisterspooky1013

A banger from the great sisterspooky! It’s a casefic set in the weird post-Millennium era where they kiss sometimes but haven’t established the terms of their relationship yet. Pining and yearning abound!

🏥👰‍♀️ Something blue (and something pink) by @sunflowernyx

Mulder and Scully get married during the cancer arc. It’s sweet, angsty, adorable, and tender. I thoroughly enjoyed it!

🐶🪤 A Change of Seasons by Jo-Ann Lassiter

Still making my way through @lilydalexf’s survival fic recs! This one is a one-shot; perfect for when you want a bit of hurt/comfort without all the peril and drama.

🌨️🌲 Frozen by @dashakay

Classic, cozy, cabin-in-the-woods fic where our two favorite agents get snowed in and finally admit their feelings for each other.

🏥👻 Finding Rokovoko by prufrockslove

An instant addition to my holy grail list! This is the first fic I’ve read by this legendary author (I think?), and BOY HOWDY do I see why they’re so revered. I finished this fic in one sitting, reading late into the night (yes, I was very tired at work the next day).

I think it’s best if you go into this one mostly blind. All you need to know is that MSR are teetering on the knife’s edge between UST and RST, there’s plenty of cancer arc angst, and they go on a spooky adventure that will give you the creepy crawlies.

📝📱 Belphegor’s Prime by prufrockslove

Another absolute banger from the legend themselves. This fic is as close to perfection as humanly possible. The way everything comes together is just incredible. If you haven’t read it yet, do it now! Shirk all other responsibilities and devour this fic in one sitting!

One of my favorite things about this fic is how ruthless Mulder is. I don’t think I’ve encountered a version of him quite like this anywhere else. His intense love for his family and his innate sense of duty are intensified to the point where he skirts the boundaries of what’s morally acceptable. He’s so desperate to protect his loved ones and fix the world that he will do anything, even if he risks becoming his father(s). It felt so organic and natural for him to become that version of himself under the extreme circumstances.

Anyway, if you’re a fan of time travel, DILFs, or characters whose greatest strengths become a curse, this is the perfect fic for you!

🎪🎡 More Than a Feeling by @sisterspooky1013

A s6 casefic where M&S go undercover at a traveling carnival. I love how fleshed-out the OCs were — it really raised the stakes of the story and made you care what happened to them. Such a fun read!

🐞🩺 Inspection by @ingridgradient

Our favorite agents use tick checks as an excuse to touch each other. Need I say more? Things get hot! (Thanks for the rec, @is-on-its-way!)

P.S. If you like this one, check out let’s have a look by girlfromnowhere (thanks for finding it for me, @randomfoggytiger!)

🏴󠁧󠁢󠁷󠁬󠁳󠁿✝️ Hiraeth by prufrockslove

This is one of those fics that leaves you gobsmacked that someone wrote this for free and posted it online for anyone to enjoy. The amount of detail in this story is truly unbelievable. I don’t even normally like total AUs, but this one won me over!

Mulder and Scully’s medieval counterparts are so far removed from anything in canon, yet they still feel exactly like the characters we know and love. This fic is an absolute master class in characterization. I am now a prufrockslove stan account.

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Special shoutout to @skelavender’s latest installment of fall into place, which isn’t out yet but I had the pleasure of beta reading. Guys, you are in for some serious shrimp emotions. It’s got everything you could ever want. I can’t wait until everyone gets to see how awesome it is!

[bbgnyx]

Hey bbg this is my first time on ur profile and I’ve never read any of ur works but I saw ur rqs r open so I’d like to request a Han smut 😼😼😼 idk why but I’m like in love w dry humping so like dom han but like make him whimper and stuff AND GRUELING DETAIL OF HOW GOOD HE FEELS but ples don’t make reader Dom make her sub🙏 (this is my first time requesting so ignore the fact this is super long and I’m rambling) TY IF U USE THIS RQ

a/n: hey anon, thanks for visiting my profile and thanks for this request! i'd appreciate it if you check out my other works aswell, hope you like thiss

genre: smut

warnings: 18+, dry humping, use of babe, baby, hickeys, suggestive at the end, dom!jisung

Jisung had just arrived home from practice, his body glistening with sweat and his muscles tense. The sight of him made your heart race with desire. He suggested a movie night, and you couldn't help but feel a surge of excitement at the thought of spending intimate time with your boyfriend after what felt like an eternity. As the clock struck 11 pm, you switched on the movie, only to find out that Jisung had chosen a horror film. You weren't particularly fond of scary movies, but you agreed to watch it anyway because it made him happy.

Both of you settled comfortably on the couch with some snacks. As the movie progressed, Jisung noticed your discomfort and patted his lap. "Babe, come here. I'll protect you from the monsters," he chuckled, pulling you onto his lap. Nestling into his embrace, his warm breath caressing your neck, you felt an intoxicating sense of security.

Halfway into the movie, a particularly scary scene causes you to jump. You feel your boyfriend’s grip on you tighten and you assume he’s doing it as reassurance. Another jump scare startled you, causing your body to jolt. This time, however, you heard a deep, primal grunt escape from Jisung's lips. "Stop moving," he commanded, his voice laced with a dangerous edge. "I can't help it," you murmured, fully aware of the effect your movements were having on him. Feeling mischievous, you continued to shift beneath the covers, purposefully teasing him further. His breath hitched in his throat as he whispered, his voice dripping with desire, "Hmm, what is my baby doing? I told you to stop moving, but it seems like you're craving punishment, darling." His words sent shivers down your spine, your core throbbing with anticipation and desire.

You passionately lock lips with him, your hands eagerly fumbling with the buckle of his jeans. However, he stops you abruptly. "You won't get a taste of my throbbing cock until you prove to me just how good of a girl you can be by cumming solely from grinding on my jeans, baby," he whispers seductively while sensually sucking on your neck, leaving behind a trail of dark, passionate marks. His words send shivers down your spine, intensifying your desire as you slowly begin to move against his clothed erection, the rough fabric teasing your sensitive spots and leaving you yearning for more. With each thrust, you pick up the pace, continuing to dry hump him with fervor. He wraps his strong hands around your body, guiding your movements with expertise. However, the sounds that follow are not what you anticipated.

You hear your boyfriend emit a soft moan, not just any moan, but a delicate whimper. You're taken aback by the sight of your usual dominant boyfriend succumbing to such submissive sounds. This revelation only heightens your arousal, causing you to grind against him even harder, desperately seeking your own release and craving more of those sinful sounds from Jisung. "Oh, fuck," he moans under his breath, hoping you didn't catch on, but you did. The knowledge that your boyfriend is experiencing the same euphoria as you fills you with an intoxicating sense of pleasure. You maintain your rhythm, relishing in the sweet whimpers escaping your boyfriend's lips, until finally, you reach the pinnacle of ecstasy. A small cry escapes your mouth as you climax, your panties drenched with your arousal and liquids.

Jisung's head is thrown back, his eyes filled with desire. "Damn, that was mind-blowing. Maybe I should punish you more often, baby," he says, his voice dripping with lust. You can't help but smirk, wanting to tease him about his moans, but you decide against it, not wanting to provoke his anger. "Now, can I have your throbbing cock, please?" you plead, pouting your lips seductively. Jisung chuckles, his voice low and husky, "How can I resist when you've been such a naughty little vixen?"

also ya'll reminder: im making a taglist, message me if you wanna appear on it!!

[thiriann]

Whispers in the embers

The story takes place around Deliria, a Draconic Bloodline Sorceress and Astarion and their feelings as they prepare to face Yurgir. Deliria was my Honour Mode character and a lot of details and events from that run will be reflected in the stories from this series.

You can also find me on AO3

Rating: Explicit

Words: 3,7k

Pairing: Astarion (Baldur's Gate)/Original Female Character

Warnings: 18+, Vaginal Sex, Bathtubs, Dissociation, Trauma, POV Astarion, Breaking the Bed, Porn with Feelings, one shot

Summary: Days after the discovery of Raphael’s contract, the gang had still not taken any action to eradicate it. Astarion is beginning to have doubts and prepares to take matters into his own hands.

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It had been two days since they found the damned devil and still nothing. The anticipation was killing him. The answer to the centuries-old question he’d been harboring was tantalizingly close, poised for the taking, yet here he was, trapped in a monotonous cycle of shopping, shuttling between the Underdark and the Cursed Lands. He would have gone and taken care of the wretched thing ten times by now if it were not for the devil’s entourage, a veritable mini-army, while he was alone. As always.

Doubts began to fester; the thought that she might be deceiving him, harboring no true intent to slay the beast, grew more insistent by the hour. But she wouldn't do that when she said she'd help him, would she? Her kindness seemed too genuine for such deceit. Or so he hoped.

Admitting it to himself was no small feat, but there was no denying the truth—he was utterly smitten with her. Her compassionate soul, her boundless determination, the outlandish strategies she conjured for every foe they encountered—she was a whirlwind of exhilaration. It had been an age since he’d engaged in genuine conversation, and she brought a spark of life to his world.

Yet, a nagging suspicion lurked within him, whispering that her interest was merely superficial, drawn only to the pleasures he provided, his physique, his allure. She didn't know him at all, despite everything. Maybe she wouldn't take a second glance if she knew of the deeds that haunted him and what he was really like.

Daydreams of a genuine connection with her often occupied his thoughts—companionship, care, the very essence of a real relationship, foreign concepts he yearned to explore. The feelings he harbored for her were undeniable, a stark contrast to his usual self-absorption. She had become the sole focus of his affections. Yet, the uncertainty of her reciprocation weighed heavily on him.

Especially now when he needed her help more than ever.

A thought occurred to him then. One he would prefer not to entertain but as the days passed with no plans of slaying the creature, it began to gnaw at him relentlessly. Perhaps if he surrendered to her completely, indulged in the carnal dance once more, she might be more inclined to listen to him if he addressed this issue again. They hadn't done that in a little while. As his feelings for her intensified he found it harder and harder to lay with her, the guilt almost crippling.

He partially blamed himself for this, maybe if he'd offered himself more perhaps she would have seized the opportunity to slay the beast without hesitation.

He hated thinking like this. But his instincts were telling him it’s how it always was and now had no reason to be different. He had to just do it, offer himself, get it over with and secure her cooperation. Guilt should have no place here; after all, she would not be left wanting—he would see to her complete satisfaction.

With a heavy heart, he suppressed his emotions once more and ventured out to gather a few things.

Night fell, and he had transformed the remnants of a cottage in the cursed wilderness into a sanctuary of sorts. It had a bed, a fireplace and was somewhat far away from the others while remaining safe from the curse. 

Candles flickered on every available surface, a fire crackled invitingly, and he found clean or somewhat clean blankets, filled the bath with warm water and put towels on a chair next to it. He even added some weavemoss and incense here and there to improve the otherwise somber setting. It was a modest offering, but it was the best he could muster under the circumstances, and far surpassing anything they've had during the past few weeks.

He himself would have been looking forward to relaxing here had it not been for the anxiety twisting in his gut, mingling with self-loathing. He inhaled deeply, steadying himself—it was just for one night, and then he would carry on.

He saw her practically dragging herself to camp, her bag overstuffed and making her almost immobile. Why had she not called for him? It was a pattern with her, always overloading her own bag even though she could carry the least of all of them.

“Darling, why don't I help you with that?” he offered, gently taking her bag off her shoulder and dropping it on her bedroll by the fire.

“Thank you, Astarion.  My shoulder was starting to ache. “she replied with a tired smile.

She sat gracefully next to it and started taking items out from inside in handfuls. There were so many things sprawled on the floor they almost reached his tent. For a fleeting moment, he pondered whether her incessant hoarding was a quirk of her draconic heritage, but the thought was quickly dismissed. He needed to concentrate on the night ahead.

“Darling, there's something I’ve been meaning to talk to you about, if you would grant me your attention tonight.” he murmured, his voice a deliberate drawl that he knew resonated with her.

“Yes, of course. Actually, there's something I've been meaning to talk to you about as well. “she replied and he looked over curiously.

Spinning around while still seated, almost in a comical manner, she grabbed a smaller bag that had emerged from her overstuffed one and thrust it up at him.

“This is for you. “she declared.

Peering inside, he found an assortment of arrows, oils for coating his weapon, elixirs, potions, and a pair of new gloves.

“Your attempts at courtship could use some work, darling,” he teased, a wry smile tugging at his lips.

“Keep them on you, you'll need them for tomorrow when we go after Yiurgir. “she instructed.

Surprise flickered across his face. “What? Weren't you looking for his contract up till now?”

“ No, I never intended to do anything about that,” she scoffed, dismissing the idea with a wave of her hand. “I promised you we'd take care of it, didn't I? I was just trying to learn the layout and look for any potential vulnerabilities.”

Her sigh betrayed her frustration; the search had yielded nothing.

“Also, could you give these to Lae’zel and Karlach?” she said, handing him two more bags, likely filled with similar provisions.

“Of course, uh, sweet dreams,“ he stammered, momentarily caught off guard.

As he assumed his role as courier, a sense of foolishness washed over him. He had doubted her, prepared for a seduction that was now unnecessary. He should have been relieved, he didn’t have to lure her into his bed after all. But there was also an unwelcome feeling of disappointment. He had dreaded this evening for days. Why in the hells was he disappointed about it now?

He could still just go up and enjoy his little set up, no one would notice his absence and if they did, they'd probably think he's hunting. He could go take a bath, sleep in front of the fireplace and prepare for the fight tomorrow.

“Hello, darling,” he greeted her in the dim light.

“Astarion? “ Her voice was groggy from her trance, and he felt a twinge of regret for disturbing her rest.

“There is something I wanted to show you.“

“Oh, right,” she remembered, becoming more alert. “What is it?”

 “Follow me, it's not far. And be quiet so we don't disturb the others.”

As they climbed higher and higher, he could tell she'd never ventured here before. He felt somewhat giddy to show her his project. 

“What is this place?“ she gasped. One would think he’d taken her to a princess castle and not a dusty old attic.

“Astarion, did you do all this?” Amazement laced her words.

She actually sounded awed and he felt a weird sense of joy that he had managed to surprise her. 

“Just a few things I had lying around,” he replied, feigning modesty while his pride soared.

“Oh gods, is that really soap? “She clutched the bar in her hands like one would a precious gem.

“Darling, that’s the most pitiful thing I’ve ever seen,” he teased, unable to resist the opportunity.

She shot back, “I haven’t enjoyed a proper bath since Baldur’s Gate.”

“And I’m painfully aware,” he quipped, his smile broadening at her expression.

She gasped in outrage, the look of indignation on her face was more than worth it.

“For your information, you’re hardly one to talk,” she retorted.

“Hmmm...” He began to unbutton his shirt, each undone fastening drawing her gaze. “That's true.”

“We ought to address this… predicament,” he suggested, his eyes meeting hers, a smirk playing on his lips as his shirt fell to the floor.

She turned away, her cheeks flushed with a mix of embarrassment and desire.

“Then you should go first, this is all your doing after all.” she said, surprising him with her restraint.

He approached her, his chest almost touching her back. Leaning in, he whispered, his cold breath tickling her pointed ear.

“I was hoping you’d join me, darling. There’s ample room for two.”

Deliria’s heart skipped a beat, her breath hitching. Astarion’s mere presence unraveled her composure, leaving her speechless and longing. Never in her life had she struggled getting words out yet around this man she could barely string a sentence together.

“I…I would like that ,” she managed to say, her voice barely above a whisper.

Proud of herself that she had managed even this much, she started unbuttoning her own shirt.

He took off his pants and slipped in the water swiftly. He felt his muscles almost instantly relax in the embrace of the warm water. Groaning softly, he dragged his eyes back to her just in time to catch her steal a glimpse at him.

Eager little thing.

She finally took her pants and undergarments off in one movement. He roamed his eyes over her form as she approached the tub. She was exhuming grace with her every movement, hips gently swaying side to side despite her urgency to get to the tub as fast as possible and hide herself underneath the water. She sat between his legs, her back facing him.

“I… I wanted to apologize to you,” she said, back still turned to him,staring into the cursed abyss. 

He had never seen her struggle for words, but now she opened and closed her mouth repeatedly before finally finding her resolve. “I had never fought in my life before the Nautiloid. I would have died on that beach if it hadn’t been for Shadowheart. I only practiced sorcery because I wanted to, almost as a passing fancy. I just listen to the magic in my blood, and it guides my hands when I need it.”

“But… meeting that thing, Yurgir —I’ve never felt anything like it. It felt like the very fire in my veins was extinguished. I knew nothing I did could ever touch it. I felt… terrified.”

Her voice shook, the fear that the devil had instilled in her was clearly still very present. He would have reached out to touch her had he not been completely stunned by her admission.

She was so beautiful, more befitting a queen than a noble’s daughter. She enraptured everyone she met; merchants adored her, people fawned over her, and she wielded her golden tongue even against their enemies. And in battle, her precision was unmatched. She’d never wielded a blade in her life, yet she knew every opponent’s weakness, adjusting tactics on the fly. Every battle seemed almost effortless under her guidance. He could see the dark circles under her eyes, even when she covered them with golden makeup every morning. She stayed up late into the night, preparing for the next battle, researching their enemies, the creatures around them, the types of weapons that worked best against them.

And here she was, before him now, actually vulnerable. 

Terrified, just like the rest of them. It was so strange. The image of the fearless, untouchable leader started to crumble before him, and he felt something warm bloom inside his chest.

“I know you wanted to end the devil as soon as we saw it, but… I needed to prepare you. You and the others. You’ll lead the charge tomorrow; the rest will follow your actions. And I’ll try to support you in any way I can.”

She finally turned to him, a sad pitiful smile on her lips.

He took her chin in his hand and kissed her. He had no idea what to say, no idea what to think, still processing this completely unexpected admission. But he knew he wanted to kiss her at that moment, and so he did.

She went along willingly, eager to kiss him back. Still half-turned, she placed her hands on his chest and leaned further into him.

She was so open, so trusting of him without him having done a single thing to earn her trust and companionship. She was always so caring and thoughtful, giving herself freely to everyone. And here he was, lying through his teeth to her—about his feelings, about who he was, everything. She didn’t deserve this.

The guilt he felt lay heavy in his stomach as her eyes looked at him with such tenderness and affection. 

Gods, how he yearned to turn back time, to undo the web of lies he had spun around her. Even now, as he stood before her, his hands were empty, his heart burdened with nothing to offer but the shards of his broken honesty. Yet, amidst the chaos of his deceit, a flicker of hope stubbornly ignited within him—a hope that perhaps he hadn’t misjudged her feelings. That maybe, just maybe, she too sensed the unspoken connection that thrummed between them.  That she might actually want him. 

The water grew cold as they continued their kiss and he felt her shiver against him.

“We should probably move to the bed.” He said pulling away.

He stood first and left the bath. As soon as she was on her feet, he grabbed the back of her thighs and lifted her in the air, prompting her to wrap her legs around him. She gasped in surprise and wrapped her arms around his neck. It was as their first night together, except now he could hold her up like she weighed nothing. Weeks of fighting in the wilderness had increased his strength more than he thought possible.

He carried her to the bed with ease and sat them both down with her in his lap. He pulled one of the bedsheets off the bed and wrapped it around her still shivering form.

She felt his hard length press against her and bit her lip in anticipation. He grabbed her by the hips and lifted her, just enough to position himself against her entrance.

“Are you ready, darling?” he purred against her neck and felt her nod.

  She moaned as he guided her way down his shaft. When she finally slipped all the way down and met his hips, he waited, giving her time to adjust to his size.

He moved her up and down a few times, enjoying the way her tight heat wrapped around him.

He leaned back on the palm of his hand for leverage while keeping the other on her hip.

Her lust-filled gaze focused on him before she flushed with embarrassment.  She grasped his shoulders and started to rock her hips against him.

The poor thing really didn’t have much experience with this, too used to being pampered like a princess, even in the bedroom. He probably didn’t help her case either, focusing on bringing her as much pleasure as possible during every tryst they had shared.

She was trying her best though, gliding her hips against him, increasing her pace as she gained confidence. Just as she had established a rhythm, he flexed his hips for the first time, pushing up against her. She moaned loudly and threw her head back.

He did it again and again as she bounced on his lap, pulling her hips into his thrusts with his free hand and making her wail and grip his shoulders harder.

Despite every part of him yearning to simply sit back and savor her to his heart’s content, he found it challenging. The all-too-familiar feelings that came of being on the receiving side were resurfacing and he had no idea how to make them stop.

As these thoughts consumed him, his mind wandered away from the here and now, and he lost all sense of time.

“-Starion-“

Her moans reached his ears and he realized his pace had increased, now brutally fucking into her.

“Astarion- Please, please- I… I can’t-“

She was whimpering above him, her legs shaking with exertion as she rode him as hard as she could. 

He saw rivulets of sweat drip from her forehead onto his, her mouth open, each breath released as a moan. It was only in moments like these he could see her composure crumble so completely.

He swiftly swapped their position pushing her on her back under him.

He lowered his hand to her center, finally providing some stimulation to the sensitive bud there and she screamed digging her nails into his shoulders.  

The impossible pressure in her belly was mixing pleasure with pain as he thrust deep into her. It was on the edge of too much yet she never wanted him to stop. Every brutal thrust erasing her thoughts to the point of leaving her a panting needy mess. She clung to him trying to pull him closer still, the distance felt so large she couldn't stand it.

“K-kiss me...” she gasped out.

She had no idea how she still managed to form words but was grateful that was all the prompting he needed.

He dipped down, finally closing the remaining inches between them and her orgasm crashed into her. She saw stars as wave after wave of intense pleasure wracked her body.  

She was quivering around him as if prompting him to come with her. He was helpless to anything other than shudder and moan and grip her more tightly, fucking up into her harder until finally he emptied inside her with a broken cry against her lips. He felt so completely lost in bliss, adrift, with her like an anchor holding him together. His hips thrust impossibly deeper inside her, stuttering in their final movements.

Pulling away, he desperately tried to regain some of his bearings.

He looked at her face, finding her in a similar state- a deep flush spread across her cheeks, her eyes unfocused, drool escaping the corners of her mouth, tears brimming in her eyes, strands of hair plastered to her forehead. She had never appeared more beautiful to him as she did in this disheveled state. A smile tugged at his lips, and he parted them to tease her, but before a single word could escape, a loud crack reverberated through the room, and the bed promptly collapsed under them. 

He winced at the impact, while she let out a surprised “Uf.” They exchanged wide-eyed looks of shock, then, unable to contain the absurdity of the moment, he erupted into giggles. She joined in almost immediately, her laughter mingling with his.

“I… can’t believe we broke the bed,” she said, her voice laced with a poorly concealed pride. 

“It’s hardly impressive. Given the state of this place, it’s a miracle we didn’t crash through the floor,” he replied, his tone light, trying to match her humor. 

She giggled again, her eyes locking with his. “Is that a challenge? To try again once we reach a sturdier bed in Baldur’s Gate?”

A wave of dread washed over him, causing his stomach to churn. He plastered a smirk on his face and leaned in close, his voice a sultry drawl in her ear. “With you? Always, darling. I can’t wait.”

He felt her breath hitch at his words, the reaction he had aimed for, but it brought him no joy. The thought of keeping the facade all the way to Baldur's gate seemed unbearable. Guilt was already gnawing viciously at him; she deserved the truth, and he had to muster the courage to tell her—soon.

He slipped from inside her, briefly forgetting they were still joined. She extended her arms wide and let out a languid yawn.

“I can’t imagine how I’m going to take those stairs on the way down,” she groaned, the finding the very prospect daunting.

“But I think sleeping on this broken bed would be a new low for me,” she added, her voice tinged with despair.

“Oh, don’t be like that, darling. I’m sure we’ll find even grander muck for you to sleep in soon enough,” he teased, his tone light and playful.

“You’re hilarious, have I mentioned that?” she retorted sarcastically, finally freeing herself from his embrace and swinging her legs over the edge of the bed.

“And beautiful,” he replied, running a hand through his tousled curls—a gesture that somehow still managed to look effortlessly sexy.

She stood up, her legs wobbly as if she were a newborn foal, supporting her for a fleeting moment before she lost balance, almost toppling over backwards. 

He stood with grace and speed he shouldn't still be possessing, given their activities, and grasped her by the arm, helping her stay upright. 

A smug look spread across his face, and she responded with a glare. “Don’t look so proud of yourself.”

“Oh, I’m anything but, darling,” he quipped. “Why don’t I help you down the stairs? I’d hate to be the reason you can’t walk tomorrow.”

She groaned, her embarrassment palpable. But her thighs ached terribly, and her knees felt like jelly, along with dull pains slightly higher.

“Fine, let’s go.” She conceded.

As she lay her head down, sleep threatened to overtake her, but she fought for a moment of lucidity. Reaching out, she sought Astarion’s hand, her fingers gently brushing his. “Thank you for tonight, Astarion. It was amazing.”

He leaned over swiftly, planting a kiss on her forehead. “You’re welcome, my dear.”

As he pulled back, he noticed she had already succumbed to sleep, her breaths deep and even.

[bridgetotheskyyy]

Yearning | Five. |

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Chapter Summary: Itachi, you, and a bathhouse. Chapter Warning: smut, 18+, oral, water sex Word count: 1.2k A/N: I'll be crossposting this entire series over to tumblr over the next few days so please be patient with me!

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The stars began to develop out of the twilight, the night air carrying with it the sounds of nearby crickets. 

“Where are you going?” 

Itachi watched you halt at his inquiry. You sighed, sounding somewhat amused, and turned around to face him. 

 Long gone were the days where he could truly scare you during these moments of random arrival (which you called “ninjaing”) and he was glad of it; he liked to surprise you, never frighten. 

“I knew you were following me,” You said, proud of your perception. 

Itachi approached you, concern etched into his face; it was late — too late — for a walk. “Answer my question,” he demanded softly. 

You “hpmhed” and smiled. “I just did.” 

Itachi tilted his head.

You rose on your tiptoes, grazed your lips against his. “Come to the bathhouse with me …” 

Your whispered command caused the edge of Itachi’s mouth to tilt. “But they’re closed.” 

You reeled away from him, feigning shock. “I thought you were a ninja!” 

Ah, I see …

Itachi held your gaze for a while, testing your resolve, then:

“After, I take you home.”

“Deal.”

V

Itachi let his head fall back into the rocks embedded in the sauna’s surface with the smallest of smirks.

“I thought the purpose of a bath was to get clean, (Y/n).”

At that moment, you resurfaced, smiling. You brought your arms around Itachi’s neck.

“We will get clean,” You said, “eventually.” 

You gave him a small peck on the lips and plunged back under the bath. A second, and Itachi found himself clenching the side of the sauna, the feeling of your mouth coming around his cock laboring his breath. 

“(Y/n) …” he gasped softly. 

You resurfaced a second time after a few playful sucks of his length. Your head dipped backward as he leaned forward, your lips inches from his own.

Itachi rose his head slightly, cracked an eye open. “Don’t tell me you’re done, (Y/n),”

You gave an almost sleepy smile, heavy-lidded eyes, and all. “Do you want me to be done?” 

“You should … finish what you start.”

“Yes or no?”

He met your lustful gaze, eyes darkened by his wanting. “No.”

It was then that you rose above him. Itachi, now fully aware of your nudity, let his tongue run across his lower lip at the sight. You positioned yourself against him, your breasts pressed against his chest, your hand curled against his hardened length. 

You lowered yourself against him —

Itachi grunted softly, pulling you yet closer so that he could dip his head into your open neck. He nipped against it, hard, as a response to your sudden movements. The surrounding water rocked as you moved into him. Itachi suppressed a groan. The water amplified — intensified every feeling, everything — 

He nipped you again, sure to leave a bruise and delighted in the gasp, the purr that followed. You squirmed, but he held you to him in a vice by placing a hand to your back, his other hand holding the meat of your thigh in a reddening grasp. He thrust into you, and at last, the two of you began to motion in unison, rocking together, at once —

“Urgh …!” Itachi grunted, louder this time, and it was all he could do to vocalize the pleasure that he received from you. You engulfed him, your own wetness helping you to rise and fall on him.

Again and again, againagainagain —

He found your lips and pressed his against yours, taking you in a kiss that was rougher than most, rougher than usual as the pace between you and him quickened. 

And still …

“Harder …” he ordered, voice harsh in your ear.

He felt you hold on to his shoulders to steady yourself and did as he commanded. The steam of the bath substituted as a fog, accentuating the sweat of your body and his. The water spilled over the pool of the back and moistened the stones as your pace became wild. 

Yes … he hadn’t known where all this energy had come from, all of the sudden, but the spontaneity with which you took him was setting him ablaze —

The wet of your skin made it a difficult task, but Itachi continued to hold you as he bucked against you as well. He reached into the water and found your womanhood, where he stroked your clitoral hood in steady, artful circles —

“Itachi, yes, I — oh!” Your words lost themselves in the rhythm, his breath hot and puffing into your ear.

He added another finger to your hood, then another, experienced in how and where you needed to be touched. He let his head fall back again as he felt you edge against him with a sharp cry, your hips wiggling ceaselessly against his, your pussy tensing around his cock.

He felt the rise of his own release, but the moment he pressed into you you left him, removing his cock from your sheath and disappearing under the water once more for —

Itachi suppressed another grunt, eyes widening at the feeling of your mouth around his cock once more. Your hand stroked his shaft, ready to receive his — 

Oh.   

He felt his limit approach, overtake him, and his seed fell into your warm, welcoming mouth. 

“Ah …!” Itachi squeezed his eyes shut and hissed, “(Y/n) …” as you continued to suck against him, lap at his ever-tendering head.

It was over. You came back up, but this time it was different; you embraced him, your head against his chest. He hoped you would not notice the strange irregularity of his heartbeat, so much so that he was tempted to pull away before questions could be asked, regardless of how much he wished to enjoy the moment with you.

“What brought that on?” he asked.

You chuckled, your shoulders bouncing slightly from the mirth.

“What?” he asked. 

“I … was finishing what I started.”

You managed to bring another smile out of him, this one slightly larger than the last. 

“I see.”

[darkstar225]

Twice's 10th member misses her GF ft New Jeans' Minji as her girl

A/N: Heyyy, I'm trying to make up for the time I'm gone lol! Sry for taking so long to post :D I hope that the anon who gave me this idea on Tumblr likes it!

The request: hi author👋🏻 i want to request Twice is busy preparing for their comeback and suddenly y/n missed her gf. thank you💕 sorry i forgot😅, her gf is minji from Newjeans thanks💞

PS: Tysm for everyone who reads what I write, I hope I can bring a smile to your faces every time I post! I'd like to thank whoever sent me this idea 'cause I loved to write it <3

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The rehearsal studio buzzed with energy as TWICE prepared for their highly anticipated comeback. The air was filled with excitement and anticipation, a mix of nerves and dedication evident on the faces of each member. Y/N, the 10th and youngest member, moved gracefully through the choreography, her mind focused on the steps, but her heart dwelling on something else entirely.

Amidst the synchronized dance moves and the harmonious exchange of lyrics, TWICE's lovebug couldn't shake off a sense of longing. Her thoughts kept drifting back to Minji, her girlfriend from New Jeans. As the hours passed and the preparations for the comeback intensified, Y/N found herself missing Minji more than ever.

The studio was a whirlwind of activity, but the maknae managed to steal a moment for herself during a break. She walked out into the cool night air, the bustling cityscape providing a stark contrast to the chaos inside. Leaning against the railing, Y/N gazed up at the stars, her mind drifting to Minji's warm smile and the comforting feeling of her presence.

In the midst of her daydreaming, Y/N's phone buzzed in her pocket. Pulling it out, she saw a message from Minji that instantly brought a smile to her face.

Hey, baby! How's the rehearsal going? I miss you 💖

Y/N couldn't help but blush at the screen. She quickly typed a reply, her fingers dancing over the keys.

Hey, sweetheart! Rehearsal is intense, but we're getting there. I miss you too, more than words can say. Wish you were here with me.

The reply came almost instantly, and Y/N's heart fluttered as she read Minji's sweet words.

I wish I could be there too. But I know you'll do amazing! Just a few more days, and we'll be together again. Sending you all my love and support. 💕

TWICE's sunshine sighed, a mixture of warmth and sadness enveloping her. She cherished Minji's unwavering support, but the physical distance between them felt like an insurmountable obstacle at that moment.

As the night wore on, the members of TWICE continued to practice tirelessly. Y/N threw herself into each routine, pouring her emotions into the dance moves. But between the beats and the lyrics, her mind kept wandering back to Minji.

Finally, as the rehearsal came to an end, the members gathered for a group huddle. Nayeon spoke up with enthusiasm.

Nayeon - Great job, girls! We're almost there. Let's give it our all in the upcoming performances!

The other members cheered in agreement, their connection evident. Y/N smiled, but as the group dispersed, she couldn't shake off the ache in her chest. The longing for Minji intensified, and she couldn't ignore it any longer.

With a heavy heart, the youngest retreated to a quiet corner of the studio. She took out her phone, scrolling through pictures of her and Minji, each image a cherished memory. A soft sigh escaped her lips as she traced her finger over the screen, a yearning for Minji's touch lingering in her every thought.

Just then, a familiar voice interrupted her thoughts: Kiddo, are you okay?

Startled, Y/N looked up to find Jeongyeon, one of her TWICE unnies, standing nearby. Jeongyeon's eyes held concern, and Y/N offered a small smile.

Y/N - Yeah, just missing Minji a bit. It's hard being away from her during these busy times.

Jeongyeon - Long-distance relationships can be tough, especially with our schedules. But you'll see her soon, and it'll make the reunion all the more special. *nodding understandingly*

Y/N appreciated Jeongyeon's comforting words. They shared a brief conversation about love, commitment, and the challenges of maintaining relationships in the fast-paced world of K-pop. As Jeongyeon spoke, the younger girl felt a renewed sense of determination to make it through the separation.

With a grateful nod, Y/N returned to her temporary home, the dorm where TWICE members stayed during intense periods of practice and preparation. The room was dimly lit, the quiet hum of the city outside providing a soothing backdrop. TWICE's angel lay on her bed, staring at the ceiling, her mind a whirlwind of emotions.

She couldn't deny that being a part of TWICE brought immense joy and fulfilment, but it also came with sacrifices. The demanding schedule, the constant travel, and the pressure to deliver perfection on stage... all of it weighed on her. And in the midst of it all, Minji was the anchor, the source of comfort and love that kept her grounded.

Y/N's phone buzzed again, this time with a call from Minji. She answered eagerly, the warmth in Minji's voice instantly easing the ache in her heart.

Minji - Hey, baby. How was the rehearsal?

Y/N shared the details of the day, the challenges, and the triumphs. Minji listened attentively, offering words of encouragement and love. As the conversation flowed, Y/N couldn't help but feel a sense of peace settling over her.

Y/N - I miss you, Minji. 

The maknae admitted with a soft tone.

Minji - I miss you too, love. But remember, we're in this together. Your dreams are my dreams, and I'll always be here to support you, no matter the distance.

The sincerity in Minji's words touched Y/N's heart. They talked for hours, sharing stories, laughter, and the occasional quiet moment of reflection. By the time they said their goodbyes, Y/N felt a renewed sense of strength.

The days that followed were a whirlwind of interviews, photo shoots, and final rehearsals. The comeback date loomed closer and TWICE could feel the anticipation building. Y/N threw herself into every aspect of the preparation, drawing energy from the support of her older sisters and the unwavering love she received from Minji.

Finally, the day of the comeback arrived. The stage was set, the lights dimmed, and the audience's excitement filled the air. Backstage, TWICE huddled together, a mixture of nerves and excitement on their faces. Y/N's heart raced as she thought of the journey that led to this moment.

As the curtain lifted, the crowd erupted into cheers. TWICE took their positions, and the music began. The stage came alive with energy, each member pouring their heart and soul into the performance. Y/N danced with passion, her movements reflecting the depth of her emotions.

Amid the adrenaline and the roar of the crowd, Y/N couldn't help but glance at the audience, imagining Minji's supportive gaze among the faces. The thought fueled her determination, and she danced with an intensity that captivated everyone in the venue.

The performance was a success, and as TWICE took their final bow, the applause and cheers echoed in their ears. Backstage, the members exchanged hugs and smiles, a shared sense of accomplishment filling the air.

As Y/N caught her breath, she felt a familiar warmth enveloping her. Turning around, she found Minji standing there, a proud and loving smile on her face.

Minji - You were amazing, pretty girl! 

Minji exclaimed, pulling her into a tight embrace.

Y/N held onto Minji, the whirlwind of emotions from the past days culminating in this moment of reunion. The challenges, the longing, and the sacrifices, everything faded away as Y/N basked in the love and support of her girlfriend.

Y/N - Thank you for being here, honey. *whispers in gratitude*

Minji chuckled, pressing a gentle kiss on Y/N's forehead. 

Minji - Always, my love. No matter where you are or how busy life gets, I'll be right here by your side.

As they stood there, surrounded by the echoes of success and the warmth of each other's love, Y/N couldn't help but feel an overwhelming sense of completeness. In the world of bright lights and applause, Minji was her anchor, her source of strength and solace. Together, they faced the challenges of the journey ahead, hand in hand, ready to conquer whatever came their way.

And this made the maknae have one thought:

I'll love my dear chosen family forever.

A/N: I'm sorry for any errors. English is not my first language. Pls, let me know if there is something wrong, ty for reading <3

[nutal]

Even better-

What if Emily is crushing on Lute, but supports her in getting with Adam.

But Adam is still deeply in love with Eve, because despite what happened between them. She still gave him their children and helped him survive for over nine hundred years together.

But eventually it works, Adam falls for Lute and they end up together.

But then Emily learns about the exterminations and is mad at both of them. But when Adam dies she feels really sad, but also guilty. Because like, her crush is single again.

So Emily and Lute eventually end up together. After Emily supports her through her grief and talks her out of all her built up hatred.

But wait, there’s more.

Adam came back as a sinner and eventually bit the bullet and started going to the Hazbin Hotel. Because he wanted to get back to see Lute again and slowly started making progress.

But upon learning that Lute and Emily are together he feels like he got betrayed all over again. That the woman he loves left him for a seraph (he doesn’t hate either, since they genuinely thought he was dead. Unlike Lucifer, Lilith, and Eve. But he also feels cheated, since it hasn’t even been a full year yet.)

So Adam starts a downward spiral, because like his reason for redemption is with someone else now. So what’s the point? So he sleeps around with several one-night stands that barely fill the empty feeling in his chest. And he starts acting like a jerk again (not the same superior feeling, but more like the slightest thing will piss him off.)

And eventually Charlie tells Lute and Emily. Who comes down to help Adam out. He rejects at first, but eventually they get him to listen. And start a throuple with each other after he starts getting better again. With Emily and Adam even falling in love with each other while falling harder for Lute as she does the same. :D

Thoughts?

THIS IS WILD HAHAHA OHMYGODH OK ILL BREAK THIS DOWN

I for sure see one-sided EmiLute (on Emily’s side) with her helping Lute out with Adam, but I also def see Adam still yearning for Eve after some time even if he’s really bitter after what happened. I think Adam loved Eve a lot, they had something special for sure, much more so than what Adam had with Lilith. Plus, like you said, it’s probably likely that Eve bore Adam’s children since she was literally created from his rib to reproduce with him which just intensifies this a lot. (Idk if them having actual kids is canon yet since hazbin isnt a show thats supposed to be ‘biblically accurate’ (OBVIOUSLY cuz it would be pretty weird if it was LMFAO) but still a really interesting thing to think about) and so that would probably itch at Adam from time to time despite how much he tries not to think about it.

But yes guitarspear def def works out in the end for sure like adam realizes hes in love with lute but hes so horrified of love at this point hes js like fuckkk mann

Okay now I gotta say though, while I can see Emily having a one-sided thing for Lute, I can’t envision Lute returning those feelings and I also definitely can’t see Adam and Emily either. Just my personal opinion, but that doesn’t compute in my brain LMAO

BUT i love the idea of sinner adam using the whole one night stand thing to fill that hole in his chest thats so fucking real because he WOULD

Overall this was a crazy ass read op! I love some of the ideas in here and you should def do something with all of this (if you want lol)

[orphankin]

this is a breast expansion story with my gfs fursonas BUT IS NOT CANON

Juniper hadnt been on E for very long but she was impatient to start seeing results. She wanted softer, wider, rounder hips. And of course, she wanted massive, heavy breasts. She wanted each one alone to weigh more than her own head.

Juniper had read online that massaging the area might encourage growth. Don't mind that she read that on Tumblr. She'd just woken up on a Saturday after a very stressful week at work and thought she'd remembered that her fairly new roommate Mocha was out for the night and wouldn't be back till the afternoon. The truth was, however, that Mocha never ended up going out last night, and had woken up early to get some writing done. Juniper's closed door prevented the majority of the smell of fresh made coffee from wafting into the room.

Mocha felt Juniper's emotions stir as she woke up. There's the typical comfortable from being in bed, however with a tinge of confusion as Juniper's subconscious figures out that she's in her new-to-her 3 bedroom house. But then the bittersweet feeling of despair entertwined with desire cropped back in to Juniper's body as she exits a wonderful dream: that her breasts kept swelling and swelling until they were big enough that no one would ever try to make eye contact with her again. Mocha was used to feeling this desire within Juniper as an everpresent undertone; however, she'd never felt it quite this strongly.

Juniper though, reacted accordingly to this feeling: she started touching herself, specifically her nipples. Pawing and pinching at them, hoping the stimulation would encourage her breasts to swell as they did in her dream. Nothing happened. It didn't even feel that great, if she was being honest with herself. Every time she's tried to have a go at her nipples, she's felt very little, and she's never had someone else try to either. Despair rose up in its wrestling match with desire, intensified by her early morning grogginess and the idea that she was completely alone in her house.

This feeling struck out against Mocha, yearning burning in her chest. She could help Juniper feel better somehow, but she also resisted. She hasn't told her new roommate yet that she can feel and ultimately influence emotions. She was worried that it would affect Juniper's decision to live with her, and she liked her way more than most of the potential roommates out there. She had been looking for months! But this torturous song and dance of despair and desire kept swirling, getting more and more desperate as Juniper pinched her nipples between the length of her index and middle fingers. As she rubbed down on the nip in order to get any feeling at all. As she tried to grasp at what little mass was there wishing, no - needing more.

As Juniper's despair became her own, Mocha was filled to the brim with anxiety. She had to do something at this point, less for Juniper and more for herself; anything to alleviate her nervousness. Mocha closed her eyes, took a deep breath, and honed in on Juniper. It didn't take much seeing as she was already consumed in her emotions. She encouraged the desire, hoping it would over take the despair. Juniper led a hand down between her thighs. She couldn't get what she wanted but she would have release.

What she wasn't noticing was the breast swelling ever so slightly underneath her right hand. Mocha's concentration combined with the intensity of Juniper's emotions were having a real, positive affect on her body. Eventually Juniper opened her eyes and looked down. She wasn't sure of much sometimes, but the countless hours she's spent looking in the mirror gauging her breast growth through the months on E taught her one thing: her left boob was definitely bigger than her right. And yet, here she is, laying in bed, pumping one out, and her right boob is noticably larger than the left. She sits up in shock, giving her chest attention with both hands. She couldn't believe it! Was it actually working? She ran to the bathroom tits out to check.

Mocha noticed the shock run through Juniper's system and then heard the rush to the bathroom. Oh no, what had she done? It would make sense for Juniper to go to the bathroom after masturbation, but she didn't expect her to feel shocked about cumming. Mocha left her room to investigate. She walked towards the chaotic swirl of emotions, mostly surprise and disbelief. She heard quiet muttering coming from the bathroom. The door was wide open and inside was a Juniper so engulfed in checking out her own boobs in both the mirror and by looking down, she didn't hear Mocha approach. Once Mocha noticed that Juniper was topless, she spun and yelped.

"Aah! I'm sorry!"

There was a scream in response. "Mocha?! You're home??"

Mocha processed this sentence, remembering that she was supposed to be out last night, never having thought that it would make a difference if she left or stayed. "Yeah - I just realized - I'm sorry - I didn't know or, I mean, think to tell you, I guess, that I was home. Are you… Okay?" Not trying to let on to her abilities, Mocha says, "I heard you rush to the bathroom."

"Yeah no, I'm okay. Well, maybe better than okay. I think I grew my tit a little? Unless this happened over night… But no, I looked down this morning…" She trailed off. A connection was being made in Mocha's mind.

"Um, I don't know how to say this but that might have been me. Well, I mean, me and you." She gave an awkward chuckle.

Silence. Then, "uh, what?"

Mocha explained her aura to the cat. "I don't know what your aura is, but I've heard that sometimes they can combine for an even stronger effect. So whatever you were doing, plus what I was doing, might have made your boob grow."

Juniper proccessed this for a moment. "Can you come in here please? I mean, if you're comfortable with that."

Another moment passed and the tall cow poked her head into the doorframe. "A-are you sure?"

"Yeah, I want you to get a good look at your handiwork…" she blushed, "and maybe let me know if you could do it some more?"

Mocha entered the bathroom and looked in the mirror. She could tell the right boob was larger than the left, but that's a natural and common variation. She wasn't sure she had anything to do with this really.

"I know you have no reference but for the past month my left boob's always been the bigger one. -This-" she emphasized, "is definitely new."

Mocha took one deep brown finger and hovered above Juniper's right nipple. "Um… May I?"

"If you can make these larger, you can do whatever you want," replied Juniper.

Mocha caressed the nipple, hearing a small gasp from Juniper, a feeling a jolt in her emotions. It was weird how comfortable this felt, this intimate moment between two people who barely know each other. Even though she can feel other's emotions, she's never let herself get so caught up in them, as if they were her own. As she grabbed Juniper's breast, excitement arose in both of them, and something within the breast too. As their auras were purposely combined this time, the effect was quicker, and the fact that it was Mocha's hand instead of Juniper's made a difference too. It felt much better when someone what was touching her breast rather than when she was doing it herself.

Juniper's right breast started to swell again. "H-hey! I don't want one H cup and one A cup! Can you even them out please?"

"Oh! Yeah, of course!" Mocha said in a quick chirp. She rested her left hand firmly on Juniper's right hip and brought her closer. Carefully, she cupped the left breast in her hand and started massaging with her thumb. As they both focused, the mass on her chest steadily increased. Mocha paused when they were both even.

"Is that good?" Mocha asked quietly, "o-or do you want more?"

/There's no way she could know this/, Juniper thought to herself, /but I -always- want more./

Juniper looked down at the floor, which Mocha took it to be her considering her new size. Finally she looked back up and said, "mind if we take this to my bedroom?"

Mocha was surprised, as Juniper could tell by the way she blushed. What did she have in mind? How large did she want to get that couldn't be resolved here and now? But she nodded at the cat, and Juniper led the two of them into her bedroom.

"If you're okay with it, I want you to keep going until I ask you to stop. Even if I seem like I'm 98% boob, don't stop until I say so."

Mocha didn't question this as she figured it must of been hyperbole. Mocha stands at the side of the bed waiting for Juniper to get settled. Once she stops moving, Mocha reaches for her breasts.

"Oh uh, you can get in the bed too if you want. You don't have to be like, my personal masseuse," Juniper laughs.

Mocha looks away shyly as she clambers into her bed. /It's a good thing I'm still in my pajamas/ she thinks to herself. She's on her knees next to Juniper, about to come at it from the side again, until Juniper pats her thighs. /Oh,/ Mocha thinks, /she wants me on top./

Mocha mounts Juniper, resting her rear end on her lap, and proppimg herself up by Juniper's tits. /This -is- what we're here for anyway./ Mocha finally gets to work, rubbing, caressing, teasing, pulling, pinching, and massaging Juniper's breast. She can see the eb and flow of the growth; some actions take away more of Juniper's concentration than others, slowing growth. However, these actions illicit more attractive and adorable responses out of the cat. Mocha figures she can take these little detours as long as growth is still achieved by the end.

After Juniper goes up 4 cup sizes, Mocha takes a break to look at her handiwork. She starts bouncing the masses in her hands from the sides, almost drooling in the process. Juniper takes notice.

"You can suck on them, i-if you want." Juniper's already been bold enough to get her into this situation. She feels comfortable enough since Mocha has entertained her this far that she might be willing to go further.

Almost without hesitation, almost, Mocha leans over and starts sucking on Juniper's right nipple. In her right hand, a breast that once only needed rubbing from a single thumb is now three times the size of Mocha's hand. She heaves and jiggles the mass, partly for her own enjoyment, and partly to determine the new best way to encourage growth in something so large. Though her mouth was on one nip, she found that her attention was on her hand finding it's way to the other nip. She started pulling, twisting, and pinching as much of the areola as she could grab.

Amidst her distraction between focusing on the twiddling of one nip and listening to the soft raspy mews of the kitten beneath her, she started to notice how wet her mouth was. /Oh jeez, have I been drooling this much?/ She turns her attention back to her mouth and starts to swirl her tongue around the area sucking lightly, trying to reclaim all her spit. She notices she's not making very much progress, so she lifts her head to wipe the area clean and is visited by a surprising sight. The liquid coating Juniper's breast isn't clear, it's white? Bewildered, Mocha pauses, causing Juniper's panting to fade and her mews of frustration to grow. The cat opens her eyes and tilts her head forward to see what's the big idea.

Mocha only had one question: "um, were you already lactating or?"

Shock sprints through Juniper and then through Mocha, like an arrow shot through both of them.

"I'M MILKING?!?" Juniper yells.

"Well, I mean, technically you're being milked." Mocha snickers at her own joke. "But wait, so this is also new?"

"Is that why I'm swelling? It's not actually meat but milk?"

"Possibly... But does that mean you can be drained and your tits get smaller?"

Juniper had to think for a moment. On the one hand she never wants to have small tits again. On the other hand, if they can get drained, that means that she can swell them up again too, and get to do this over and over and over.... "Well, I guess there's only one way to find out."

Mocha moved her hands onto one massive torso sized tit and got set on drinking. /I don't know if I can handle this much liquid but we need to see/ she thinks to herself. She couldn't help but knead the mass as she was drinking, her cat side coming out.

"M-mocha, "Juniper barely breathes out. Mocha stops for a moment. "I think you still massaging it is keeping it at its current size."

"Oh!" Mocha yelps and sits up.

"Here, why don't we try something else." With much effort and heaving of breasts, Juniper gets out from under Mocha. She's on all fours now. "Hmm, maybe this isn't going to work out. I don't know how to give you better leverage for drinking in a way that won't also continue to grow my tits."

"I mean, if you don't mind the mess, maybe I can just milk you? Like a me?"

"Pffft," Juniper laughs. Her mirth was replaced by excitement. She wanted to feel more, feel better, to know if the capacity for growth would be a constant in her life. "Please," she let out, in more of a moan fashion.

Mocha started gentle, trying to find the proper rhythm for getting the most milk out. Soon ribbons were streaming from the cat's nips, and her boobs were getting lighter. The despair she felt at smaller boobs was overshadowed by the desire for the continuation of the release of milk. It felt so good to practically cum for so long, and to see the results of it everywhere.

When her boobs looked more like breasts rather than three fat torsos side by side, Mocha took a break. "Is this good, or should I drain more?"

Juniper was catching her breath. She wanted to stroke herself so bad, needing release from both hemispheres, but she didn't know how Mocha would feel about that, so she refrained.

"Like I said, I want you to keep going until I ask you to stop. So let's get me to 98% boob. I honestly don't even want to be able to see the walls when we're done here."

After seeing how large she could make Juniper's tits be, Mocha no longer thought this was hyperbole. Excitedly she mounted Juniper's back and groped her tits from behind. Both their eagerness meant that growth was even faster than before, especially now that Mocha knew the ins and outs of Juniper's tits. She wasn't pinching nips in a way that broke Juniper's concentration anymore. Instead she only grasped in ways that encouraged growth.

It was a good thing she mounted the back, because they were soon both being lifted up and away from the bed by the massive, sensitive breasts. Mocha at one point instinctually slapped the jiggling meat, which illicited a yelp followed by a moan from Juniper.

When Mocha's head was reaching the ceiling, Juniper finally tapped out. Discombobulated from the need of release, she was reduced to a series of moans, whimpers, and pants. Mocha slid down one mountainside of breast. /I'm not sure where her nips are,/ she thought to herself. She couldn't scooch around the sides of the room looking for them, but maybe...

Mocha left Juniper panting in the room, exiting the house and coming around to the windows of the room. /What a sight!/ On two separate walls were windows, and pressed up against the glass were nipples larger than Mocha's head. /Oh I hope these are unlocked,/ thought Mocha as she tried to gain access to the only relief points that will return Juniper to humanoid shape. As she lifted the window, the feeling of glass rubbing and sliding against Juniper's nipple almost made her burst. The feeling of the wood egde which encases the glass flicking her nip as she's finally freed does make her burst from two out of three release points, her small few ropes of cum getting lost in the sea of milk that had already filled the room. /Oh no, now the milk will get pregnant,/ she joked to herself.

Mocha twisted and yanked on the large nipple which was so difficult to get her hands around. Finally she adjusted it just right for it to gush out milk without her input, like a spigot. Mocha repeated this process to release the teat coming out of the window around the corner of the house. When both breasts were finally draining, Mocha stood back and thought to herself /we should really do this in a swimming pool instead./

Eventually Juniper was drained and dazed, lightly floating in her own milk when Mocha re-entered the house. She squatted next to the nearly passed out cat and said, "so... Time for round three?"

~~~~~~~~~~~

Every morning before going to work, Mocha and Juniper grow and drain Juniper's tits until they're the perfect size for the outfit of the day.

[matenrou-fan]

ahem

Jyushi's "Night prince" side with a degradation kink

maybe.

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Jyushi's "Night prince" side with GN! s/o (+ degradation kink)

ohhh jelly!! what a request! (ง ื▿ ื)ว Never thought you would enjoy something like that, yet here!!

GNreader, humiliation, dirty talk, degradation, oral (giving), mention of crempie, Master/pet relationship;; 1552 words

NSFW UNDER THE CUT

;MINORS DNI;

"Mm.. s/o.. y-you really ready to do that? U.. understand! I promise, I will be very gentle…!"

"On your knees, pesky thing. You already know what you should do, so don't make your master wait now, fool."

Ahh, you still remember your first time together, and how shy and gentle your boyfriend was, absolutely embarrassed with the view of your naked body. Such a tender, sensitive night you share that day, that makes your heart flutter for a long time.

But now you feel the same exciting sensation in your body for another reason.. Never during the whole time that you dated Jushi you thought everything would end up like this, yet you liked it so much.

Sitting in front of Jyushi while he sat on the bed with a small smirk, you can't help but feel a small fire tickle your chest. Even after you get used to his dark side when he starts talking like that, in his pompous tone, it was a different story in bed. As here his narcissism gets over him even more, and you both get to this new interesting thing - humiliation.

"Did I say 'look at me with stupid eyes'?" - he raised an eyebrow, annoyed with your silence.

"I'm sorry, master.." - you nod a little, eyes quickly drop to his crotch and you get closer , touching his knee, yet Jushi just scoffs, slapping your arm:

"You didn't get a permission to touch me here, you're fucking contemptible and depraved exuce of a human being.. Your head is too empty, as I can see you still haven't learned the rules?"

Ah, of course. There was a whole foreplay just for him to enjoy, and there's no way he would tolerate any deviations from his own scenario, scolding you for any mistakes. And despite you really wanting to be obedient, sometimes your whole body is yearning for a more harsh attitude from him, and you can't help but cross a line a little bit, just to hear more aggression. Yet you always quickly get back to your place, apologizing properly, just like right now - still on your knees, you bow, almost touching carpet with your head. Well but very soon your face did meet the floor, as the weight of his boots on the back of your head was pretty heavy.

"That's it. You look much better in your predestined place." - low chuckle sends shivers down your spine and you gulp, waiting for more. - "Not as a human, but as my own property and playtoy.. That's it."

Was that really enough for you to get that aroused? As this pulsation between your thighs gets hard to ignore, and your panties are already destroyed with your wetness.. When Jyushi moved his legs away, instead lifting your chin with the tip of his foot, his brows twitched and smile got wider, and he started to talk with you in a more soft tone. Soft and quiet, but full of mockery:

"Oh, and what is it? Someone here is so pathetic, getting too excited after such treatment? You want more?" - after you quickly nod a few times, mumbling under your nose some begs, his tone gets back to a low and harsh one again. - "Then beg properly, worthless trash."

His slender finger points on his leg, and another wave of arousal makes you squeeze your thighs together. Oh, you know very well just how you need to beg..

Your hand wrapped around his ankle as you pressed soft lips to the toes of his shoes, looking him right in the eyes. From such an angle Jyushi actually was like a dark prince, like a cruel master - his pallor being intensified by a long lock of black hair, the shine in these darkened blue eyes was almost like a fire.. When he looks at you back, blessing you with his beauty of an ice queen, you can forgive all this disdainful gazes and haughty talk..

"Please, my master, let me please you.. I would be so glad if you would use me more.." - after every phrase you leave a small kiss, asking him in such a weak tone. But that's exactly what your lover wants to see, and when your eyes for a moment shifted to his pants again, a visible bulge was forming here.

"Fine.." - he moved his legs away again, spreading them a little, but still with such a cold gaze. - "Hurry up and prove to me there's at least one thing for which you can be used, before I change my mind."

"Thanks, my master, than-"

"Shut up. I give you permission to use your mouth for other things, not for this annoying whine." - words almost like a sharp glass, yet you quickly bite your lips, and get closer in silence, only your heavy breath tells Jyushi how long you were waiting for this. And he can help but smirk, amused with your pathetic behavior - what a good pet he finds for himself..

When you finally unzip his pants with your trembling arms, he grasps your hair, not letting you move, while touching his hard dick, holding the base and slapping your cheeks a few times with his glans. The way your whole face twitched from every hit was even more funny, and if your eyes wouldn't be closed you would see just what a bright sadistically shine he has in his eyes.

"Open your mouth. Now." - not letting you even a few seconds to let you come back to your senses, he orders, pressing, almost pushing his dick in your mouth.

So obedient, you lick the tip before wrapping your lips around his cock and take his whole length. His hand pulls you closer to the very base, making you choke from the strong hit of his glans in your throat. Your nose rubs against his pubic and now you almost can't breathe. Suffocating, with tears in your eyes and trembling hands on his thighs - just what Jyushi wants to see.

"What a adorably stupid face you have right now.." - sounds almost like a coo, yet he quickly slapped your hand. - "Don't touch me like that, you're fucking absolute disgrace, use your arms too."

All you can do is just nod as he keeps holding you close, letting his dick soak in the saliva of your mouth, as you try to lick the whole thickness that stretches your mouth so well. Hands drop to his inner thighs as you start slowly caressing him there, fingertips almost touching his balls. Small, low groans from him make your heart tingle, as hearing even such quiet sounds of pleasure from your arrogant boyfriend was so delightful. After some time he starts manhandling your head up and down, at a pretty harsh pace, ignoring all your whines, as Jyushi gets absolutely lost in his own pleasure.

Cause, despite his brash behavior, his body still was pretty sensitive. And of course you, as a good pet, know by heart how to make him feel even better, moving your tongue around his dick in circular motion. Softly squeezing his balls with your hands and tickling the seam between it so lightly.. Cause you can't be too harsh with your lover, showering him with as much care as he showers you in insults. Yet you both loved it, and you were able to make him toss his head back, digging his nails in your head with a muffled groan.

"Mm, that's it.. At least your mouth can be used for my needs.." - with a husky breath, he mumble and speeds up, pounding you more aggressively. - "Such a worthless bitch like you should be happy now.."

And you show him how honored you are, by sucking him more intensely and gently pull down on his entire sack, making his balls twitch in your arm. All his weakness was known by you for a long time, and you absolutely adore making him cum as fast as possible. Cause for what else you needed here? Only to provide him with more pleasure.

With a pretty high pitched moan he came, making you choke again around his base as shoots of his hot semen spread deeply in your throat. Your hands moved to sheets and you grabbed it with all strength, knowing damn well it would be worse if you would try to grasp his hips at this moment. Coughing from strong twitches of his dick and thick liquid, you were powerless under his strong hand, accepting such humiliation. Or maybe.. enjoying such humiliation? As you can swear, all the fabric of your panties was absolutely wet now, as you can't control your body and its urges.

"Be glad I let you swallow all my sperm." - Jyushi sighs, catching his breath and slowly loosening his tight grip. - "And clean me now."

You make sure to lick him properly, leaving his dick absolutely clean and hard again, ready for another round. With a beckoning sigh he ordered you to get up and get in bed.

"It was surprisingly good work for some worthless trash.." - he pushes you on the mattress, getting on top of your trembling body. - "There's another needy hole that I can use, don't you think? You would only be happy if I would turn it into my personal cumdump, wouldn't you..? Then beg for it."

[meadowsxdream]

SABLE WILKINS - NEW STUDENT BRITECHESTER UNIVERSITY

This inspiring Sim is part of my Lost Memories series. A series focused around giving my old sims from 2020 a more realistic look and deeper story.

I was finally able to get her makeover and spoken story uploaded here

I am not quite sure what the issue was but, between YouTube and Clipchamp my audio was getting pushed into the middle of the video once I uploaded to YouTube... I ended up having to do it all over again to get it to work!

But, I am so happy with how this one turned out. Here is Sable's story.

In the historic heart of Britechester, where cobblestone paths echo with the whispers of the past, Sable embarks on her journey at Britechester University.

For years, she has walked these grounds, the daughter of the esteemed dean, living under the weight of high expectations and familial pride.

From a young age, Sable was molded to embody potential and success. Her parents, visionaries in their own right, had charted a course for her in the world of business.

They all saw her as a future leader in the corporate world.

To those around her, Sable was the perfect daughter - She could brighten anyone's day with her cheerful demeanor.

Yet behind this lively exterior, Sable hid a profound loneliness and a soul rich with unspoken poetry.

Her true sanctuary was her room, where she would retreat to write verses that reflected her deepest thoughts and feelings. It was in the quiet of the night that her true self emerged, unburdened by expectations.

Her days were filled with academic excellence. She met every benchmark. She received endless praise from professors and admiration from her peers.

But these achievements felt hollow, a facade she maintained to meet her family's expectations. Her heart, however, yearned for the solace she found in her poetry.

As the demands of university life intensified, so did Sable's internal struggle. Her grades began to slip, a silent protest against the life she was expected to lead.

One evening, Sable sat down at her writting desk, the old university bell tolling in the distance. She began to pen a poem that captured her inner turmoil. In a moment of bravery, she submitted it to a local publisher.

The acceptance letter was a beacon of hope, her poem was to be published! A small yet significant validation of her true self.

When her parents discovered her secret passion, their disappointment was palpable. Yet for the first time Sable stood her ground, expressing her love for poetry and her desire for a life beyond their expectations.

The confrontation was inevitable and painful. But, as the anger and disappointment passed, hearts were cracked wide open. Sable's mother revealed her own buried dreams of becoming a writer, dreams she had sacrificed for duty.

In Sable, she saw a chance for redemption. Together, they began to navigate the fragile balance between familial expectations and personal aspirations.

Sable's story spread through Britechester University, it became a beacon of hope for others grappling with similar conflicts. Her journey was not just about academic success or poetic expression; it was about healing. Through her storytelling, Sable found a way to heal herself, and inspire others.

♡

I play to keep this little series going. For my next video I'm hoping to get some help deciding on a Sim!

[rewritingroswell]

idk how to even set this up other than to just say it's Max/Jenna first time fic LOL

word count: 2209

rating: explict

characters: Max Evans, Jenna Cameron

pairings: Max/Jenna

other notes: trans!Jenna

Jenna has managed to convince Max to play a game of pool as they drink. He seems completely oblivious to all the women flirting with him in the bar, which just intrigues Jenna more. Surely, Max is aware of what a catch he is. Jenna's had a crush on him since she arrived in Roswell a couple years ago, but after their recent job, those feelings have definitely intensified. And the alcohol seems to be making her desires a bit harder to ignore.

Once they finish the game, Jenna pulls Max to a booth, and they have yet another drink. Jenna figures she won't be this bold again and decides to go for it. "Can I kiss you?"

Max is visibly shocked. "Uh, sure."

Jenna smiles and leans in. The kiss starts innocent enough, but after a short moment, it turns more passionate, and Jenna's yearning for more quickly becomes clear. She pulls away, her gaze finding his, her lust evident. "Do you have any interest in coming back to my place?"

Max can't deny he feels the thrum of arousal at this proposition, but he's hesitant. "Are you sober enough for that?"

"I'm definitely not sober, but there's nothing that I want to do that I wouldn't do if I were."

And that's enough for Max.

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Max and Jenna reach her apartment, immediately resuming their makeout upon reaching the door.

Jenna quickly opens it, and they stumble through the doorway, pulling each other's shirts off, as they continue kissing.

Jenna's breathless and she's desperate for Max to get inside her, especially since she can feel the start of his erection pressing against her leg, but she pulls away. "Wait, wait. There's something we should discuss first."

She pulls away slightly knowing she won't be able to resist how badly she wants him if she doesn't put a bit of space between the two of them.

"You know I'm trans, right? I tend to disclose that quite a bit before this stage, but I couldn't read if you were interested or not, and I figured if you weren't, there wasn't a need to do so. I guess you could say I didn't expect to end the night here."

Max takes a step closer, and grabs Jenna's hands. "Yeah, I picked up on it. I am a detective after all. What's the reason for you bringing it up now, though?"

Jenna bites her lip and her gaze drops to the floor. Max can't help but think about how incredibly sexy she looks right now. "Well, I didn't want you to be blindsided by the fact that I still have a dick. Or, well, I don't consider it to be a dick anymore due to hormones, I think of it as a clit now, but, you know, I don't have what a cis woman has. And I figure that's probably a new experience for you."

Max nods. "Thank you for telling me that. And you're right, this will be new for me. But we won't do anything you're uncomfortable with. We can stop right now, if you want. You set the pace, I just want to make sure this is a good experience for you."

And with that, Jenna's passionately kissing him again, making it clear she wants to continue. Max  unclasps her bra and he starts to caress her breasts. Jenna moans. "I love the feel of your hands on me." 

Max laughs. "Well, it's kind of hard to resist touching a woman as beautiful as you, especially in a context like this."

One of Max's hands slides to Jenna's back and he starts to kiss her neck. Jenna is suddenly feeling weak in the knees. "Let's move to the bed before we end up fucking on the floor."

She grabs Max's hand and guides him to the bed, sitting down as soon as they reach it. She pulls him closer and rushes to undo his belt, pushing his pants down as fast as she can. Upon stripping him down to his boxers, she can tell he's already half hard, and that he's well… Big. Very big. Jenna wants to suck him off so badly, wants to hear nothing but her name falling from his lips as she does. Jenna definitely feels stiffer down there at the thought of tasting him. She pushes his underwear down, freeing his cock. Jenna takes a long moment to stare at it. "Can I?"

Max shakes his head. "Ladies first… Unless you're not comfortable with that. I'm aware of dysphoria as a concept, and I don't want to do anything that could trigger that feeling." 

"No, I'm okay with that. I enjoy when a partner goes down on me. At least when they're enthusiastic about it."

Max smiles. "Good."

He gently pushes her towards the mattress, so she's lying down. Jenna quickly undoes the button of her jeans, and Max pulls them off. He then slowly removes her underwear. He takes a moment to drink in the sight of her. "You're stunning, you know that, right?"

If Jenna wasn't in this lustful haze, she'd blush at such a comment, but all she can think about is how much she wants Max's mouth. She sits up and pulls him into another kiss, the two of them falling towards the bed. With both of them finally naked and Max above her, Jenna can feel his erection against her thigh, no more barriers. She releases him, gasping for air, "Max. Please."

He smiles. "Yes. Of course."

He slowly kisses his way down her body, Jenna gripping his hair as she moans. After a long few moments, he reaches her clit and gently grasps it. Max catches her gaze, while he starts to stroke her slowly, his thumb rubbing circles against the head. Max locking eyes with Jenna while touching her is nearly too much and she squeezes her eyes shut, focusing on the feeling of pleasure spreading through her body, her free hand gripping the sheets. She moans softly, and all Max can think about now is how he wants nothing more than to make her scream. He gives her one final tease, before he takes her in his mouth. Jenna moans again, her grip on his hair tightening. Max's tongue traces the underside of her clit. He takes a moment to get used to this new sensation, but quickly starts sucking. Jenna arches her back, her breathing speeding up, and her moans getting louder. Max continues with enthusiasm, and it doesn't take much longer before she's screaming as she climaxes.

Max is pleased to have received this response and kisses his way back up her body. Jenna rushes to pull Max into another kiss, their tongues pressed together.  She rolls Max onto his back and situates herself on top of him. She's reminded that he's still hard, as she feels his cock rub against her clit. God, she wants to ride him immediately, but she knows it'll be more satisfying to finish the night with Max fucking her. Plus she needs him in her mouth as soon as possible, desperate to fuck him in every feasible manner.

"I think it's only fair that I reciprocate now." She gives him another quick kiss and then places a kiss on his chest before she slides down his body, her breasts dragging against him as she does. She reaches his cock, her breasts grazing against the tip, and Max does his best to refrain from groaning. "I love knowing you're so hard for me."

"Cam."

Jenna smiles, always loving hearing Max call her that. She flashes him a smile, "What? Isn't a girl supposed to be a tease?"

As much as Jenna would love to keep teasing him until he's begging for a release, she's nearing a frenzy herself. Max can't break his gaze away from her and within seconds she's teasing him with her tongue. Her mouth slowly travels from his tip to the base. Max groans as Jenna's mouth continues traveling his length. She keeps the slow pace, sure to give attention to every inch of his cock.

"Jenna. Fuck!"

Max gently grips her hair, and this is all the encouragement Jenna needs, her tempo rapidly increasing as she continues sucking him. It only takes another brief moment before he comes.

She grins as she falls to the bed next to him. "I must've done well for you to call me Jenna."

Max is too busy trying to catch his breath after that, so he just nods.

Jenna laughs. "Are you up for another round? I want you to fuck me before the night is over."

Jenna's always so blunt, and Max can feel blood flowing to his cock at the thought of being inside her. He takes another moment to let his breathing still and responds, "I need a minute, but I'm definitely interested in fulfilling that desire."

Jenna's grin widens. "Good. You can help get me ready in the meantime."

Jenna leaves the bed and goes to grab a bottle of lube. Max's eyes never leave her body while she's away, already missing their physical closeness.

Jenna climbs back onto the bed, holding the bottle up and laughing. "Would you like to prepare me?"

"Gladly."

Max sits up and Jenna gets on her hands and knees. He opens the bottle and pours some of the liquid into his hands. He coats his fingers thoroughly and leans over Jenna. "Ready?"

"Max, I wish you'd fucked me negative 10 minutes ago. Yes, I'm ready."

Max would laugh if he didn't share that desperation. He slowly slides a finger in her ass. Jenna moans at the contact, and Max immediately notices how tight she is, making him all the more eager to slip inside.

He continues to work her for another moment, before sliding in a second finger. Jenna cries out, louder. At that sound of encouragement, Max is wishing they could just skip to his cock being in her ass already, but he continues sliding his fingers back and forth, knowing that Jenna needs this preparation if she's going to have an enjoyable experience.

After another moment, Max finally slips in a third finger, and as he continues working her, he hits her prostate this time. Jenna whines and she spasms as she clenches around his fingers.

"Okay, enough. I need you inside me."

"How do you want me?"

"In many, many ways. But as amazing as the thought of you fucking me from behind is, I think there's another position I'm wanting to experience more."

Jenna turns around and pushes Max towards the mattress so he's lying down. She quickly climbs back on top of him and leans down to kiss him one more time before she lets him inside. "Ready?"

"Please, Jenna."

She lines herself up and sinks onto his cock, slowly taking him in, and Max groans. "I fucking love hearing you use my name. I love making you groan in pleasure and knowing I made you come."

Max's breathing is heavy as Jenna continues to slide along his length, but he eventually forces out, "Well, what a coincidence, I love making you come too."

Jenna laughs. She sinks further down this time, making sure to get Max's cock fully inside her. He grunts and his hands quickly find her waist, and Jenna smiles as his grip on her hips tightens. With her slow pace and insistence on getting Max as deep inside as she can, Max repeatedly hits her prostate and Jenna moans every time he does. Her clit glides across his stomach as she continues her movements. While the sensation is unfamiliar, Max can't deny that the feeling is increasing his arousal and that he won't last much longer before he reaches his peak. As much as Jenna loves the added force from his hands on her hips, she grabs one of his hands and guides it to her breasts, longing for his hands to be all over her. Max gets the hint, and soon both his hands are caressing her breasts, and Jenna increases her pace, chasing her orgasm now. Between the tender way Max is touching her, and his cock hitting her prostate again, she reaches it, constricting around him as she screams. Max yells out as he comes too.

Jenna practically collapses on top of Max before she rolls off of him and onto the bed. They're both panting heavily now. It takes Max a moment to find his voice, but once he does, he asks, "Well, how was I?"

"Well, riding your dick was incredible. No notes there. Not the best head I've ever gotten, but that's to be expected given this was new for you. And you can always improve with practice…"

Max smiles, amused. "Oh. Is that what this was, practice?"

His hands find her waist and he slides a bit closer.

"Well, that depends. Do you want this to be a one-time thing, or do you want it to be a regular occurance?"

Max has to admit this is the best he's felt in years. If Jenna's interested, he wants to continue this.

"Let's have some fun."

Jenna smiles and pushes Max onto his back, quickly straddling him, and she leans down to kiss him.

[zorkaya-moved]

Whereas his own hand traced the base of his eretion, Zen allowed its tip ti grace between Zarina's wet lips there she laid, sprawled on top of his bed for the night. A coy smirk rested on the actor's features, eyes taking in the sight of her bare breasts and body leaning against every movement. He enjoyed her like this, all to himself, stripped of everything for him to devour with his gaze.

"I've thought about you all the time," Zen uttered under his breath, sliding his cock slightly inside her, his other hand resting on the side of her leg which he let rest on the side of his hip. The way he dipped inside her caused his hips to lean further in, though not all the way, as a trembling breath slipped out of him; "... did you miss me? Did you fantasize about me?"

He knew he had, badly.

Fingers parted with his own erection, both hands settling in a firm grip on her hips as Zen pulled her close with a roll of hips, sliding inside her wet pussy.

He bit his lip as hips leaned back out, teasing her with gentle thrusts, merely leading her up with tension; "... I want you to tell me how badly you've missed me, Zarina..."

@avaere

Did she fantasize about him? Oh yes, she did. Absolutely. But no amount of jerking off or even using toys helped to alleviate that burning wish to have him claim her, kiss her, touch her, mark her. There was never a moment in those moments of heated arousal when she didn’t whisper, moan, or even screamed his name. Reaching her height with a toy or her fingers didn’t make her feel satisfied, only intensifying the urge and the wish to have the actor have her. It hadn’t happened before, not to this extent. She really missed him, in more ways than one. It’s just the way Zen wanted to hear was sensual, sexual and plainly perverted. Did he want her to admit how she pleased herself when they were both away? Did he want to hear her whispered confessions about how her fingers were not enough and how he always reached for her sweet spot? Fuck, whatever he wanted, she’d happily tell him in vivid detail if it meant he’d make love ot her or fuck her - it didn’t really matter. As long as he was here, he held her, and he made her mind go blank from pleasure. Make her stop thinking, make her feel, make her yearn and long and want. Fuck, she wanted his rough pace to make her blank out and she wanted him to make her lose her voice by tomorrow morning. 

She couldn’t look away from him (she didn't want to). Not when her lips were swollen from their kisses, not when the glistening of sweat made him look so fucking hot, and not when she could see the toned physique of his. Her soft pants were echoing in her own head, her chest rose and fell at each, her body craved Zen and begged for his closeness. She could feel herself clench around nothing when he would let the tip of his cock tease her entrance, gathering her arousal and pushing inside her. Her soft mewl and the way her body reacted could be described as desperate. Not enough, it was enough. Her hips bucked to force just a bit more of him inside her, just a bit more because this wasn’t enough. But he was asking questions, he wanted answers. Zen was undeniable when he was getting like this: hoarse voice, powerful touch, bright ruby eyes filled with lust and desire for her, and fuck, the way he stretched her with his cock felt sinfully divine. She was addicted to him, to his touch, to his taste, to his voice, and to the way he made her feel satisfied. 

Did you fantasize about me? 

“I--”

Words were interrupted by the way he’d grab her hips, dragging her closer and pushing himself all the way in. The way she clutched the bedsheet and the way her back arched so beautifully as her mouth opened to let out a sweet moan were all the answers to give about how much her body missed him. Damn it, it felt good. She missed this, she missed this so fucking much. She could feel every vein on his cock inside, even twitch and every slight movement. The way she clenched around him spoke of desperation, of missing intimacy, of desire that wasn’t satisfied in so long. Of course, she missed him. Look at the way her eyes glimmered and her lips were parted to breathe in and out. His shallow thrusts were driving her insane, it wasn’t enough. Not at all, she wanted so much more. She wanted to be fucked with all the vigor and all the passion stored in Zen’s body, especially since they’ve been apart for so long. She wanted sloppy kisses, round after round, and to have him reclaim her body as his own because if this wasn’t her desire for today then she couldn’t say what. For now, Sokolova wanted to indulge in this position of a more submissive and obedient one… if only it meant he’d give her what she wanted and what she yearned for so long. 

“Missed you so much,” she begins, clutching the sheet tighter as she fights the very wish to wrap her legs around his waist to drag him closer and to make him go deeper, harder, stronger. He was teasing her! The gall! Ah, but he looked so good doing it. She swallowed thickly, her free hand reaching out to grab his hand that rested on her hip. Each gentle thrust made her want more, made her want to move her hips more but Zen’s tight hold didn’t let her and she let out a whine before continuing. Zen wanted answers, answers, answers. He wanted her to confess? She’d confess, she’d do it without a shame.

“I… I fantasized about you, took the shirt you left at my place and wore it when I fucked myself on one of my toys,” she tries to speak of all heated moments fast, all to make him go faster. Be rougher with her, be so rough she’d see stars. “It wasn’t enough, not enough at all. F-fuck, I couldn’t get myself off with my fingers either. It-It felt shallow,” her orgasm, that is. “Thought about you, only that got me through but…Fuck, Zen, this isn’t enough.” 

He’s teasing her, she pressed her lips together at that thought. 

“Just thinking about you got me so needy,” the way he’d touch her, kiss her, finger her to prepare her, almost purr her name into her neck as he’d leave those hickeys that looked so bright on her pale skin. “I hoped you’d struggle the same way I did, missing me and fucking your fist or using a toy yourself… Thinking about that, made me happy… because you missed me, you missed me just like I missed you. Imagined you say my name, imagined hearing your groans and hoped you’d feel as needy as I did.”

He wanted confessions, didn’t he? They weren’t all nice. It was true she wanted him to want her just as badly. She wanted him to try to get himself off but fail because it wasn’t her who was with him, because that’s how she felt. Without him, it didn’t feel right and it didn’t satisfy her. But now? Now he was here, now he had her body want him, long for him, desire him like nothing else. 

“Please, Zen, it’s not enough--- More, I want more,” she breathes out, begging him to let his urges and wishes out. “I want you to fuck me so hard, so desperately… Want to lose my voice, don’t want to walk tomorrow, I just want to have your name on my mind.” As if it’s not already. "I missed you so much. So please, give me more." 

It’s good they put water on the side table. Today just might go on for so long.

[lucinesnow]

petals of blood; part I

Loneliness.

I had never felt anything else. My loneliness was my friend, it kept staring at me in the mirror and watched me sleep. It held me tight when I cried and refused to let me go. Some days, it felt like a demon sitting on my shoulder, keeping me from leaving through the door. The world outside was lonely, too: the sun was shining on the clear sky, the trees were holding the snow quietly and the mist trapped the castle on Silent Hill to eternity.

There I was, staring at the door I had just closed behind me. The air was thick and freezing, first snow was falling quietly on the rose garden, and those huge pines leading to the woods were bathed in white.  

Nothing happened here in the hill. There was one small village of which the people never approached me or even looked at the castle. And I had my hollow castle, it was massive and filled with cold chambers and undiscovered mysteries, and I was there all by myself. Some days, I wished someone would knock on my door, yet the day never came.

I had been left all alone in this cold world, and years passed by so slowly, yet it felt like an instant. After my family had abandoned me to the woods in fear of my behaviour, I had never been happy since. The only thing I remembered about that incident was the fear in my mother’s eyes as she threw me in the cave with no food and just a night gown on me. After that, I had fallen into hibernation. A century after that, a little boy from the village had helped me kindly, I did not remember his name, but he had been so kind that I had believed that maybe I would live on. But as time passed by, I did not get to thank him as he left the village with no sign at all.  

Time passed, my hair had turned white, and my eyes had lost their tears, yet I never got older. For a while, I had been looking like a teen, but God knows how many miserable years I had spent here in this damned castle.

I looked up at the clouds that covered the sunlight. The sun had not been there for days, winter was on its way already. I stepped on the fresh snow, wondering if it would be a long winter ahead, but I knew it was always Hell.

As I went to the woods, I kept wondering if the kind villager would ever come back so I would thank him for helping me live on. Those trees held so many memories, and a bunch of things I wanted to let go with the wind, but as I walked past those same branches, my mind was at peace. I had not felt those things in years. They were erased from this land, locked away in my memories. I did not yearn for my past again – it was like a dream; it did not feel real.  

A bird was singing on the top of the tree. Snow kept falling on the ground, soon it was covered in the soft petals of snowflakes, and the cold would freeze everything for a time long as eternity. I would remain in my slumber again, longing for someone to hold me, and it kept wishing it over and over no matter how I knew it would never happen.

I squeezed my winter coat tighter on my skin, yet the cold wind still blew through it. There were no berries anywhere. The snow had already covered all of them, and my stomach fell on the ground, my throat started to ache, but the tears wouldn’t come out. I would never survive the winter.  

My knees froze as I fell on the ground, but there was nothing else. The blizzard was intensifying. I would still find the castle if I left now, only to find myself trapped in the same space as before.

A long spear flew over my head.  

I barely dodged it, and it stuck to the snow. It was glowing in the darkening evening, it seemed like fate, but I had no idea where it had come from.

“The snow appears to be pure”, an unknown, high male voice spoke from the distance. “Seems that I missed my target.”

My heartbeat suddenly turned into a clock ticking inside my ribs. Someone had tried to kill me, and they knew I was here. I was a target. My voice would not come out, my limbs were chained to the ground, and I stared at the trees.  

A swift hand grabbed the spear and saw it almost pierce my flesh on my head, but my legs forced me to get up.  

I had never run so fast in my life. Thoughts of dying filled my head, the cold weather did not bother me anymore as I dragged my feet on the thick snow, praying the spear would not hit me.  

“You won’t get away, monster!” The mysterious voice echoed in the trees, followed by another strike of the spear. In the dark blizzard, I had not seen his face, but I knew that someone out there hated me. Even though I had never done anything bad in my life.  

I slipped on the icy meadow and fell face down on the ground. My feet refused to lift me up, even though I wanted to, my body wasn’t able to stand it any longer. This would be the day I were to die by the hand of this mysterious assassin, and there was nothing I could do.  

Somehow, even though I couldn’t stand my life, I didn’t want to leave this world behind.

“Now, you shall die!”  

His eyes met mine, and I stared at those cherry-coloured, intense eyes. He was so young, it hurt to see him holding a catalyst of death in his hands. His beautiful eyes didn’t hesitate. For a moment, I saw his face looking so full of wrath, like a devil. His rosy strands of hair framed his anger, so cruel but so pretty.  

And those small hands, they were shaking as he held the spear on my neck, yet it did not pierce me. The cross necklace on his neck reflected my terrified eyes, I knew what he was. A vampire hunter.

“Are you lonely?” I whispered.

“Quiet, you!”

His hands gripped the spear tighter, yet it did not reach my neck. I looked up at the sky, the clouds were drifting away and the stars shone their light over the lonely kingdom. My eyelids felt heavy, the snow was slowly pulling me towards its embrace, but I could not rest. Not until his spear was away from me, not until I knew what he was going to do.

My eyes were locked in his, and they looked murderous. “I think it’s rude to try to kill me without introducing yourself first, monsieur.”

“Why do you care about that?” He replied, then stuck the spear in my dress to avoid letting me go. “You’re just a vampire. And vampires deserve to die.”

“My name is Celestine de Sade”, I muttered, ignoring his viewpoint on me.  

He scoffed. “Astolfo Granatum, or Astolfo of Garnet”, he looked away. “I am one of the church’s chasseurs.”

The moonlight shone straight to my eyes, and for a moment, I saw him completely. His eyes widened as his gaze met mine in a moment. I could not ignore that he was a beautiful human for being a male. I had never seen such an interesting-looking person in my long life.

“Astolfo”, I repeated slowly. “Chasseur... I see.”

He was still staring at me, surprisingly enough, and not making a move. I thought that I would have been dead by now, but he did not aim the spear at me, he just kept staring at my eyes and I was staring at his.

“I never thought that I would have to die by the hand of the church, when there is nothing that I can do except lay here and watch my blood spill on the snow.”

Astolfo lifted his spear and pointed it at my chest, lifting it up at the moon’s gaze. My eyelids closed from the world, I waited for the stroking pain in my chest, the one last breath. I had always wanted to die by myself, yet now it seemed that my time was up.

It pierced right through the palm of my hand. I screamed softly; it had not pierced my heart. As I opened my eyes again, I saw the snow turning red, and he was standing face away from me, holding his fists together and shivering, if not from the cold, then from the depth of his heart.

“My sister...” he muttered angrily. “You look just like her laying down there, curse you...”

I opened my mouth to say something, but he brushed his face and turned back at me, eyes filled with hatred and murder. He looked like a fallen angel, his rose-coloured hair was messed up on his face, his knuckles had turned pale.

Then, he swiftly grabbed back his spear and turned to leave. The person he had been a while ago was gone, and instead of flowing rage, there was deeply buried wrath, something I had never witnessed someone having towards me.

“Wait!” I shouted through the storm.

He stopped on the path and met my eyes again. “I will return to take your life, mademoiselle.”

And he vanished in the blizzard, as if he had never been here. The soft snow was painted in crimson red, my heart had almost stopped its endless beating. Yet I realized that he had not called me a monster anymore. But I knew he was going to come back to kill me, but something about him felt restless, like a bird that had just learned to fly, and locked in a cage. And his blood that shone through his porcelain skin, was the sweetest scent I had ever known.  

[hestia4321]

Guilt. It looms over you like a shadow. A constant reminder of what you’ve done. A clawing feeling that grows in your stomach, consuming you in every moment. Thinking of all the things you should have said to them. Everything you wish you did to stop them from leaving. Shouting towards nothing in fear of a life without them. The kind of thing that makes you want to do everything and nothing all at once.

Leaves and twigs crunch under my feet as I tread through the graveyard. A light mist engulfs headstones of various heights, the dark grey sky overlooks the resting place of the dead, while a biting chill looms in the air. Near the edge of the cemetery lay the one I wronged. Who I claimed to love, yet in a time of desperation, I did nothing to protect.

I push forward towards the marked stone, I feel a twisting I my gut. His carved name sending shivers down my spine. The freshly dug grave was dark next to the yellowing grass, standing so close causes tremors to rake through my hands. My heart hammers in my chest, only serving as a cruel reminder that I’m here and he isn’t.

Jason, he was my closest companion; my brother. There’s so much he could have- should have done. Fond memories dance across my vision, bringing fresh hot tears to my eyes. They burn my bitterly cold face like acid. Echoes of his welcoming voice ring in my mind. Looking around and finding nothing fills me with profound heartbreak. We have been inseparable since we were young, making any excuse we could think of to stick together.

We’re in the library, he’s sat in a plush, red chair reading ‘Pride and Prejudice’ while I sketch. We’re surrounded by dusty books that he cares for so much. The warm glow of a table lamp illuminates the room, shadows fall around us, while I admire his passion for literature. Tears are falling uncontrollably now as I smile blearily at the scene that’s passed. Simple as it was, that day was one I treasure dearly. But now, after everything, thoughts of him are like thornes corrupted by the world as they pierce my soul.

I suddenly remember the bundle of hyacinths in my still trembling hands, placing them carefully at the base of the headstone. They had always been his favourite; the story behind them fascinated him. Ironic, a tragic ending to both stories. His eyes would hold a bright fire when he spoke, flickering and warm, fuelled only by knowledge.

All the words I’ve been meaning to say burn in my throat, a sorrowful whisper falls from my cracked lips “I’m so sorry Jay.” I should’ve picked up the phone. I could’ve done something to help. He was right there, but I ignored him. I had no reason to be angry with him then. “I’ll never be able to forgive myself.” I continue with a choked sob. The wrenching pain in my chest intensifies, yearning to see his joyful smile and hear his contagious laughter once more. He shined like the sun in everything he did. Bringing mirth wherever he went, and I’m the one who let him die.

I collapse to my knees, unable to bare the growing weight in my heart. Pitiful sobs echo into the night as I rest my head on his headstone. I can almost feel him, gripping onto him like a lifeline. I’ve never been one to hold on so tight, but I can’t let him go. I would lose him forever and a piece of me would go with him, the piece that gives me life. I fear what the future will be without the light that burns away the shadows, that brings hope when the darkness draws in.

“I wish I had been there for you Jay.” I heave out between cries. Words won’t fix this, they won’t bring him back. My breathing has gotten quicker. I can feel all the pitying looks I get from everyone, even now as I’m alone. They act as if I’m not the one responsible for this. It getting hard to breathe. I begin punching the ground in sudden anger, why did it have to be him. It should have been me.

“It’s okay.” A soft voice murmurs, pulling me from the depths of my mind. I look up, not expecting anyone to be here. What I find steals the remaining air from my lungs. Jason. He’s stood towering above me, bleary but there.

“W-what?” I stammer breathlessly. “But you-“

“It’s okay.” He repeated soothingly. He’s really here. I barely register the sun rising behind him as I try to figure out how he’s here, but does it matter. I can say what I’ve been needing to tell him.

“I’m sorry Jay, I should have picked up the phone.” I confess teary eyed. He won’t forgive me. I know he won’t. He lost his only chance at life because I was selfishly stubborn.

“It’s okay.” He repeated softly, and I suppose that’s all I ever really needed to hear. It’s something that brings peace to anyone. Breathing becomes a little easier.

After thinking I could cry no more, wet droplets fall down my cheeks. Not fully from the endless pain of grief but also from the few word of hope and unrelenting love that shines a light on the road I must travel, to eventually come to terms with the guilt that suffocates my very being.

The weight in my heart lifts ever so slightly.

My eyes grow heavy, blinking at the fading form of my best friend. I open my eyes and he’s gone, no trace of him standing there, except the thornes piercing my heart and soul begin to recede. In the next blink I’m drifting into the soothing blanket of sleep, dreaming of all the time I’d spent with Jason. Smiling hopefully at the phantom pressure of a hug,and the air doesn’t feel so cold anymore.

[roseiguess]

Sharp Talons and Fangs

Chapter 1: Of Books and Beginnings

Summary: Raven Sharp couldn't shake the feeling of being cheated. Magic had been within her grasp her entire life, yet she seemed to lack whatever elusive quality allowed others to wield it. It didn't help that her father worked at the very school that housed everything she yearned for. When her letter finally arrived, it only intensified her desire to prove herself—not just to her father or the magical world, but to herself.

Amidst the anticipation and nerves of starting her fifth year at Hogwarts, Raven found solace in meeting someone she didn't feel the need to impress.

Word Count: 3,001

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Gripping the hairbrush, her already pale knuckles turned an even whiter shade. She watched the bristles glide through her dark blonde waves, anxiously picking at any split ends she could find. Witnessing a man die wasn't how she imagined her first day would go. Raven exited the shared bathroom and sank into the velvet green armchair.

Not only had she never seen a dragon before today, but she'd also been attacked by one. Okay, the attack was more on the carriage, she thought, but it was otherwise terrifying. It all happened so quickly that she might have dismissed the events at Gringotts as a bizarre dream; that is, of course, if Professor Fig had not been there. It was all too much, and now it was time for bed.

Raven had never slept away from home, a fact she hadn’t considered before arriving. She had also never shared a room before. Combined with the angry visage of an attacking dragon and the nerves about classes starting the next day, it was sure to be a difficult night's rest.

"Going to bed so soon, new girl?" a voice remarked.

Raven turned to see one of her new roommates, a tall girl with dark brown, chin-length hair, leaning casually against the door frame.

"No. I-I was just getting ready for the night. Why? What time does everyone usually go to bed?" Raven asked, attempting to sound confident despite the obvious stutter in her voice.

"Well, it's just..." The girl paused. "Usually, everyone stays up a while and catches up on the first night. I think you should use that chance to get to know everyone." A polite smile spread across her face. "I'm Violet McDowell, by the way."

Springing up from her seat and patting down her skirt, Raven wiped the sweat from her palms. Holding out her right hand, she returned the grin. "And I'm Raven. It's nice to meet you, Violet."

Violet returned her handshake and studied Raven with quick, inquisitive glances.

It had been mentioned to Raven that a student starting in the fifth year was almost unheard of at Hogwarts. It was only natural that other students would find her enigmatic. She'd try not to take offence, but she didn't think she'd ever grow accustomed to those stares.

"Sorry, I don't mean to be rude," Violet said. "It's just that a student joining in the fifth year isn't common." The brunette blushed at being caught staring.

"Don’t worry, no offence taken! Trust me, it was a shock for me as well. I thought I was a squib my whole life. I guess I'm just a late bloomer."

Violet’s eyes bulged before quickly returning to normal. She continued steadily, "So you’re not muggle-born?"

"No- well, half, I guess. My mom was a muggle, and my father is a wizard.”

"I see, so it's not an entirely new world here, right?"

Raven made a small hum, thinking about her response. "Well, that's true but seeing everything is completely another story. My father showed me small bits of magic when I was young to impress me. Now that I'm here, it will take quite a bit to catch up."

Violet gave her a discerning smile and placed her hands on her hips. "You worry too much. The professors and we Slytherins would be happy to help." Pointing to the door behind her with her thumb, Violet wore a questioning look. "What do you say we go and meet the rest of the house?"

If Raven thought the rooms were magnificent with their high ceilings and pilasters that she couldn't even wrap her arms around, then the common room was unimaginable. Green and silver coated the entire room and shined off every surface, and the prestige was almost intimidating. Raven could imagine looking at the paintings on the walls for hours, nearly hypnotized by how clean and soft the brushstrokes were. She decided against it, in fear it might make some portraits uncomfortable. The lake behind the glass had a similar effect on her, its arcane depths threatening to pull her in.

"Are you going to introduce us, McDowell?" a girl in a ponytail challenged. Three girls were standing in a group, all looking at Raven curiously. The one in the middle with the ponytail darted her eyes between Violet and Raven expectantly. Quickly deciding they were taking too long to act, she started again.

"I'm Imelda Reyes, captain of the Slytherin Quidditch team—well, future captain once it's reinstated." She outstretched her arm and firmly shook Raven's hand.

Keeping a straight face, Raven secretly wanted to wince at the strength of the handshake. She then returned the smile and silently kneaded her hand. "I'm Raven. It's lovely to meet you all."

The other girls soon introduced themselves as Priscilla Wakefield and Nerida Roberts. They exchanged pleasantries before the two girls joined the group, and a conversation began.

"So, I have a question," Imelda said, "what was that dragon attack all about?" She looked to Raven, her head tilted in intrigue.

Nerida anxiously played with her bangs. "Imelda! I have a feeling that question is rather too soon!" She chewed on her lips, her brows furrowed.

"Oh, everyone is curious! Someone was bound to ask at one point or another!" Imelda defended. "Well? What happened with that dragon? I can't say it's too typical for one of them to come out of the blue and destroy a carriage like that!"

Raven wondered how the news of the attack spread so quickly before replying, "Honestly, it's all a blur. All I remember is that the dragon tore the carriage in half and crushed the side where Professor Fig's friend was sitting. His name was George Osric, I think, a Ministry official."

Priscilla let a small gasp escape her. "Dear heavens! That poor man, what an awful death."

The other girls nodded in agreement. Raven thought about how lucky she was to be alive at that moment. On her first day at Hogwarts, she already had a near-death experience; what are the chances something like that would happen again?

"My uncle was a dragon trainer," Violet began, "one day he spooked a dragon and it burned his arm clean off. Luckily the healers were able to grow it back, but he said it was the worst pain of his life. Foul beasts, those dragons are.”

"Sounds like your uncle needs a new profession. You can't be too sane if you're willing to get close to a dragon. Doesn't sound like he is very good at his job either." Imelda crossed her arms and yawned, looking rather jaded.

Violet said nothing, though her face scrunched as if she had tasted sour milk. A few beats went by and nobody spoke.

"SO!" Priscilla interrupted the tense silence. "It was lovely chatting with you girls, but I'm going to get to bed. Raven, it was nice to meet you. Welcome to Slytherin!"

The four girls that were left continued with frivolous chatter before, one by one, they all went to bed. All but one, that is. Raven wandered around the common room, thinking about her day. As she marvelled at the beauty surrounding her, her earlier prediction came true. She came across a portrait of a woman playing the harp, and she couldn't help but watch. The woman cloaked in emerald green silk played beautifully until she noticed the pair of eyes fixated on her, the notes soon turned sharp.

"Didn't your mother teach you not to stare, girl?! Why are you up at this hour in the first place?" The portrait yelled after Raven, who was too busy scampering away.

She finally decided to be brave and introduce herself to the few students who stayed up late. She noticed a boy standing by the fireplace. He was pacing back and forth, intensely consumed by a book. Raven took a few tentative steps towards him.

“Can I help you?” he snapped, closing the book over his palm to preserve his page.

Raven was about to leave the reading boy to his books until he finally looked up at her. His eyebrows quickly raised in surprise, and something else that Raven couldn’t quite detect.

“Oh. You’re the new fifth year… I’m Sebastian Sallow. Welcome to Slytherin,” he said, placing the open book on the sofa with the spine side up.

“I’m Raven. Thank you, it’s nice to meet you.” Raven beamed, looking up to meet his eyes.

Sebastian appeared to be deep in thought. He studied the girl before him, then lightly shook his head, releasing himself from his trance. He returned the grin and rested his hands on his hips. “Not everyone has a Ministry escort to school,” he teased.

“It wasn’t like that,” Raven began. “He was simply a friend of Professor Fig’s who merely joined us for the ride.” She pressed the cool skin of her hand to her cheek, reasoning to herself that the fireplace was simply too hot to be around.

“Well, I’m still impressed.” He paused. “Dreadful way to go, though. Poor fellow. I’m glad you and Fig are all right.”

Raven exhaled, suddenly aware of the tension in her lungs. “It really was terrifying. Professor Fig and I were lucky to escape with our lives.”

“Indeed… How did you both escape?” Sebastian inquired. His head tilted, reminding Raven of Imelda. He noticed her hesitation and remorse flooded his features. “Sorry, I don’t mean to press if it’s too soon. Curiosity just gets the better of me sometimes.”

“Oh, your apology is unnecessary, really. I think I’m just a bit tired; the whole day has been quite a blur.”

Sebastian’s lips curled in a silent chuckle. “Well, I’ll just keep the apology for later. Knowing me, I’ll need it.”

With raised brows, Raven fought and failed to hold back a grin. “And I’ll be keeping that in mind.”

“What? Have I already given you a bad impression?”

She pondered playfully, tapping a finger against her chin. “No, just rather curious when I’ll need to take back your apology.”

Sebastian looked at her through his lashes with a slightly devilish grin. “For me to know and you to find out, new girl.”

A moment of stillness passed between the pair. Raven looked down at the book still resting on the sofa, as well as the considerable stack next to it. “What were you reading?” she asked, examining the cover.

The boy looked confused before his face relaxed with realisation. “Ah, that,” he started, “it’s just some spells and such. Interesting, though, not quite what I was looking for.”

“I see. What were you looking for?” Raven asked. She attempted to read the title, yet the book was so old that the cover had been worn down years ago.

“Something… a bit more unsanctioned. Something you’re not going to learn from any old class.” Sebastian picked up the book and placed a paper bookmark inside. He tossed it down on the pile, knocking over his previously neat stack.

“I know we haven’t known each other long, Sebastian, but I’m picking up that you might be a bit of a rebel.”

He threw his head back with laughter. “Well, then you already know me well.” Sebastian grabbed his wand from a grey canvas bag resting against the stones of the fireplace. He quickly waved his wand, and suddenly the books whooshed past Raven and into the bag.

“It’s been great talking with you, Raven, but I’m going to get some rest before the sun comes up.” Sebastian began gathering his possessions. “If I read any more, it’ll consume me, I’m afraid. I wish you good luck with classes tomorrow. See you then!”

“See you then,” Raven agreed. She determined that it would be best to make an effort to get some sleep as well. Warming her hands by the fireplace, she started to tread upstairs. The harp-playing portrait glared at her as she passed, and she hoped that the woman wasn’t prone to holding grudges.

As she arrived, she quietly opened the door to her dormitory. She quickly concluded that casting Lumos to be able to see was not worth making enemies with her sleeping roommates. Carefully, she slipped into bed. Thinking about tomorrow made her feel surprisingly sanguine. With the remnants of a soft smile, she fell asleep.

***

The next morning Raven had been preparing her supplies for the day. She was always terrified of ink spilling into her bag, and she had a good reason for it too. In grade three, the cap of her red ink pot had unscrewed, spilling its contents. Before she had noticed the accident, it dripped all over her clothes. She left school that day with an angry letter from her teacher to give to Aunt Jane and some fearful looks from passersby on the way home.

A voice yelled from beyond the door. “Raven, are you in there? Professor Weasley wants to speak to you before lessons begin. She’s waiting outside the common room,” Violet shouted to her.

“Okay! I’ll be out in just a moment, thank you,” Raven responded. She heard footsteps walking away, and she took a final look in the mirror. Breathing in deeply and releasing it, Raven gave herself a look of determination before throwing her bag over her shoulder and swinging the door open.

Leaving the common room, she caught sight of the red-headed professor patiently awaiting her arrival. She had met Professor Weasley even before setting foot at Hogwarts. Given that her father was also a professor, he was occasionally coerced into attending faculty dinners. During the few times she accompanied him, she found Professor Weasley to be rather stern, yet she sensed a hidden benignity beneath her demeanour.

“Ah! Good morning, Miss Sharp, how good it is to see you again,” Professor Weasley remarked joyously. “I was pleasantly surprised when your father told me you would be attending. I trust you’re ready for your first day at Hogwarts?”

“It’s good to see you again as well, Professor. I am more than ready.” Raven offered a polite smile as they began to make their way down the corridor. She listened to Professor Weasley lecture her about school rules: do not roam the castle after curfew, no conspiring with Peeves. Raven’s mind struggled to stay concentrated when the topic of skirt lengths was introduced.

“Now!” Professor Weasley started, bringing Raven back to reality. “In light of your unique situation, joining us as a fifth year, you’ll need to catch up with your classmates—and not fall behind.”

Anxiety began to build up in the young woman. There was the catch she expected: tons of extra work. Not that Raven minded it; she’d always steal her father’s textbooks. Not only did she read anything she could get her hands on, but magic had always fascinated her. How could it not?

The Professor continued, “Especially since you’ll be expected to complete your O.W.L.s at the end of the year.”

“O.W.L.s like owls?” Raven enquired, a questioning gaze resting on her face.

“Yes! Your Ordinary Wizarding Levels. They’ll help determine what type of career you may have when you leave here.” Professor Weasley smiled down at the girl. “There are also the N.E.W.T.s, Nastily Exhausting Wizarding Tests, but you won’t have to worry about those until your seventh year.”

Raven swallowed a lump that had formed in her throat. Not only did she need to learn five years’ worth of magic in one, but she also had to take a test that would determine her whole career. It didn’t seem fair to her. She did calm down slightly after the Field Guide was explained to her.

Her green eyes widened as the pair arrived at Central Hall. Raven stared in awe at the magnificence of it all. The hall was so large that she could hear an echo with every noise made, and the chattering of students somehow sounded close yet also far away. The elegant windows lit every inch of the room and seemed to shine the brightest in the centre. The round pattern on the stone floor also pointed to the centre, which held a fountain. As Raven got a closer view of the centrepiece, she studied the marble unicorn statue, which looked to be battling a wolf of some sort.

“I know your father and Professor Fig taught you much over the summer, but you still have much to learn. Your professors have all luckily agreed to give you extra assignments outside of class. You’ll be up to speed in no time!” Professor Weasley explained, placing an encouraging hand on Raven’s shoulder.

Raven smiled kindly at her professor. “Oh, joy,” she said, her smile not quite matching her tone. The professor lifted an eyebrow before moving on to a new matter.

“Before I leave you, I have a question,” she began, “Professor Fig has been terribly vague about the events preceding your arrival—especially about that awful dragon attack.”

Professor Weasley’s profound tone made it difficult for Raven to lie, and she had an inclination as to what the question would be.

“I suspect that there is more to the story than a quick search for belongings and an extended trip up to the castle.” The professor surveyed the girl with a curious glance.

The girl thought for a moment. “Well, I believe I was in shock after what happened. From the best of my memory, that is all that happened, professor." Raven had always been a great liar, despite the shame she always felt afterwards. However much she wants to believe the opposite, apples always fall close to trees. She is exactly like her father.

"Speak of the devil," the ginger exclaimed as the man in question approached. "Professor Fig, your ears must have been burning."

Professor Fig's face showed confusion. "Oh?"

The professors engaged in an awkward conversation that Raven subtly slipped out of. Once out of view, she quickly opened her field guide and hurried to the Defence Against the Dark Arts classroom.

[pedropascalsx]

Restraint.

Frankie Morales x Female reader! (One shot).

Summary: After joining the boys as a much needed team medic, the tension between you and Frankie becomes to much to ignore.

Word count: 4.4k.

Warnings: Masturbation (male & female), P in V sex (unprotected), Oral (Fem receiving), Fingering, Yearning, Pining, Two idiots in love and trying to ignore it, Use of restraints (consensual) swearing, and Benny Miller being Benny Miller.

I have not beta read this! I wrote it in  a few hours, I’ll check for mistakes tomorrow.

Thank you @frannyzooey​ for being so helpful, and helping me with a few things my ass struggled with when writing this.

You shouldn’t be staring. You should NOT be staring. He is your teammate, and he is your friend. But fuck. The way the droplets of rain drip down off of his curls and down on to his face is mesmerizing. The way the raspy texture of his voice seems to go straight to your core and make you drip with arousal every single time he speaks is mesmerizing. You’ve gotten to the point where you fear that he can smell your arousal every time he’s close to you, and you’ve actively started to avoid laying your sleeping bag to close to his through worry he’ll be somehow able to see that you dream of him every night.

He's caught you looking a few times and he downplays it with a simple smile or a wink, the obvious embarrassment rushes to your face with an immediate blood rush. You’ve felt something for him since meeting him that very first day, but it has continued to intensify, and that tiny flame has formed into a full wildfire.

The sound of Santi barking an order at you pulls you out of your daydream. You gulp loudly and the vacant expression on your voice is enough for him to repeat himself, “What has gotten into lately?” nothing unfortunately you think to yourself, “We are making shelter. Get some water boiling and some food. We’re camping here.” You nod in agreement and swing your head around just enough to see Frankie, it’s his time to stare at you and he’s doing it intently. Head slightly tilted and mouth open as he takes in the flushed look on your distracted face. You quickly turn to your day pack, pulling out the set of small fuel cannisters and pots – lighting all four – and filling them all with water and adding ramen noodles to two of them.

You’d joined the group a year or so ago, their previous mission being a complete disaster which resulted in the death of one of their friends, Tom. You’d reluctantly allowed Santi to bring you along to a meeting in which the guys had seemingly only come along to because he was in another one of his ruts after the hell-mission. But they’d noted how he’d become a lot more responsible with planning and kept his word to be one hundred open with them from the off-set and you were a huge part of his newly found responsible turnaround as an ex-army medic that was on a much-needed sabbatical from your trauma residency he’d decided that you’d be a welcomed addition to the team.

Having seen combat and being able to deal with gunshot wounds, stab wounds and so on in not so ideal places you were exactly what was needed. The hell-mission had three gunshot wounds, one of which was fatal, and he’d decided then and there that someone clinical was a necessity for their group. So, there you were. Tucked away in the corner of the booth, wedged between a very interested and flirty Benny and Santi – trying to avoid gazing into the most gorgeous deep brown eyes you’d ever seen unaware that one year on, you’d be in the exact same situation.

The sound of Frankie, Benny, Will and Santi laying out your bed for the night kept you from falling back into another daydream, listening as they slightly argued and groaned at each other – all frustrated, hungry and tired from the insane amount of walking you had done for the past twelve hours after successfully completing your mission, all eager to get home.

You fill cups with tea and evenly dish out the noodles before calling them over to eat with you.

They form a circle around and murmur their thanks as they begin to dig in, and you stare idly into the bowl in front of you, not hungry enough to eat. “Did she look at your leg yet, Fish?” Will asks before shoving a large forkful into his mouth and you look across to Frankie who’s shaking his head at Will.

“You’re hurt?” you ask with a confused expression etched across your face, unsure why he’d hide this from you seeing as that is the reason you’ve been bought along.

“It’s fine. It’s nothing.” He says with a shrug avoiding eye contract.

“You got stabbed in the thigh, dude, that’s hardly ‘nothing’.” Benny counters back and your face flushes red with fury.

“You got stabbed, and didn’t tell me? What the hell am I here for? Because I sure as hell, didn’t agree to this just to make you guys’ dinner!” You yell across at him – shocking yourself and everyone else at your outburst, “I don’t know if you don’t trust my skills as a doctor, Frankie, but I’m more than capable.” You all but throw down your bowl of noodles before getting up and skulking away, ignoring the voices behind you as you strut away from your teammates and out of the little shelter and into the rain.

You stand outside being drenched by the rainfall, stood far enough from the guys to let the frustrations of the past week leave you. The mission was to retrieve information in regard to a huge incoming weapon shipment from a cartel that had singlehandedly been flooding the streets of Bogota with illegal arms for months. You’d kept guard with Benny earlier that morning as Frankie, Will and Santi stormed the building, only a few of their guards had remained and they’d successfully retrieved the information before destroying every computer, phone and electrical device that had been serving as the tools to communicate with the citizens they’d been bribing in the city.

You’d thought that it had been a total success but clearly, you’d been kept in the dark about everything that had transpired.

The rainfall had left you shivering and soaked, completely wet through and you sighed at your own stupidly; aware that you’d probably not be fully dry again until back at the hotel. The feeling of a large palm gently resting on your back makes you audibly gasp out-loud.

“Sorry, sorry. I didn’t mean to scare you; I called your name, but you didn’t respond.” Frankie says almost sheepishly, “Fuck, you’re drenched, sweetheart.”

“Yeah, I-uh- I needed to step away.” you say whilst staring at your shoes.

“I didn’t mean to upset you. And, I have complete faith in your skills. I think you’re amazing. I just didn’t want to burden you; you’ve been a little… stressed the past few days.”

“We’re all stressed, Frankie, you’d still done your duties. Mine is to make sure you’re all safe, you should have told me immediately. A stab wound isn’t nothing.” Your voice comes out a lot harsher than you had intended it to and you immediately regret the way you come across, “Look, I don’t want to argue or yell at anyone, I just want to be doing my job.”

You feel a wave of guilt as you look over at him and noticed that he himself is now completely drenched through and before you get a chance to apologise, he reaches out a hand for you to take and leads you back to your shelter.

“Fuck,” Benny mumbles at the sight of you both shivering and soaked, “Better get changed before you both catch your death. And let her look at your leg, dumbass.”

You pull open your backpack and start desperately pulling everything out in search of dry clothing, finding fresh underwear and dry pants but falling short at a fresh shirt. You groan in annoyance at your own stupidity. Frankie having watched you manage to find everything, but a dry shirt reaches back into his and pulls you out a spare one of his and tentatively hands it to you along with a reassuring smile. And you offer him a heartfelt thanks before returning the smile.

You look over at Benny, Will and Santi who are all caught up in conversation by the fire and watching the rainfall outside the shelter.

You retreat behind one of the two privacy partitions and hastily get out of your drenched clothing, making sure to squeeze the water out of your hair before getting dressed in your dry clothes.

The boys are still in deep conversation as you come back out and grab your medical bag before walking over to the other partition and asking Frankie if it’s ok to come check his wound.

Dressed in just his boxers, a shirt and a sweater you try not to let him see how affected by him you are and instead concentrate on his injury. He’s perched down on a rock and you sit in between his legs having perfect access to his cut.

He’d hastily packed the wound with gauze and wrapped a tight bandage around it and you sigh at the image, fresh red blood still staining the skin around it. “The moment I cut this off, it’s going to gush, Francisco,” you say with another sigh, “you must be in agony.”

“It’s fine,” he grunts back as you take your safety scissors and start to remove the bandage, “A little sore.”

You instruct him to hold a bunch of fresh gauze against the wound as you get out your antiseptic wipes to clean the cut, “It’s going to sting a little” you warn as you signal for him to remove the gauze. He hisses as you gently wipe across the jagged cut, it’s not as deep as you were anticipating but it’s deep enough to require tissue adhesive. He winces in pain a few times and your free hand reaches up to his hip to give it a reassuring squeeze before dropping down so you can treat him the best you can. After you glue the wound the best you can, you gently access the area – running your fingertips slowly across his smooth skin.

He lets out a ragged breath and your eyes shoot up to his, he stares back into yours with an intensity that makes your core throb. You swallow hard as you look away, your line of sight automatically looking down and you see it. The affect your touch had on him, his cock hardening at the feeling of your fingertips gently grazing his skin, the feeling of your hot breath of his skin as you focused on his injury.

Your eyes flash back up to his and he’s still staring at you, the look in his eyes desperate and hungry, “I want you too,” he says barely above a whisper, confirming he’s been well aware of why you’ve been on edge the past few days, “Have been wanting you for a very long time.”

The sight of you on your knees in between his legs, biting down on your lower lip becomes almost too much to bare, he lets out a small grunt in frustration before reaching across to roughly palm himself over his boxers. A gentle moan escapes through your lips as you watch in desperation, desperate to reach out and take him in your hands, in your mouth… anyway you can.

His other hand grips the bottom of your chin and tilts your face upwards; he continues to palm his hardened length as he moves his face down towards yours. His nose bumps yours and he stills, eyes locked into one another’s, he awaits your confirmation and the moment you give it, his lips crash on top of yours. You cup his cheeks as his tongue dips into between your lips, tasting the inside of your mouth with fervour. You moan into him, embracing the way his tongue works tirelessly to explore your mouth. “Frankie,” you murmur up against his plush lips, “I need you.”

“Me too, baby. The minute we get back to the hotel, I’m going to make you feel so fucking good.” His forehead rests gently on top of yours as you fight the urge to reach down and take him into your hands, “Soon.” He whispers as you look back down at his throbbing erection.

The sound of footsteps make you both hastily break your embrace, you quickly covering his now closed wound with an adhesive bandage before he pulls on his dry pants.

“Will he survive? What’s the verdict, doc?” Santi asks as he pokes his head around the partition.

“He’ll be fine… As long as he doesn’t hide anymore injuries from me in the future,” you say shooting him a little wink and he holds his hands up in mock defeat, “Cuts closed, and I’ll put a fresh dressing on it before we leave tomorrow morning.”

Shoving your medical pack back into your backpack, you feel him gently press a fleeting hand against the small of your back and he flashes you a smile before joining the guys around the fire. After a few moments you decide against joining them as lack of sleep is gaining on you.

After brushing your teeth, you pick up your sleeping bag and announce to the team you’re going to sleep. They all wish you a goodnight and you lay your sleeping bag on the mat nearest to your partition, facing away from the boys. You trace your fingers gently over kiss swollen lips, as your thighs clamp together at the vivid imagery of him palming his cock for you replays over and over in your head.

Sleep doesn’t come as quick as you’re hoping, instead you lay there listening to the boys tease each other and reminisce over past missions… they all agree at the same time to get some sleep.

Not looking over your shoulder you hear him, laying his sleeping bag down next to yours and you smile at your shared need for closeness. Barely above a whisper you hear a small, “goodnight, sweetheart” murmured in your direction.

Morning arrives and the sounds of the rainforest fill your ears, the lack of rain a welcomed surprise. Frankie, Santi and Benny are still sound asleep, Will sitting up in his sleeping bag and looking out at the jungle. “Morning,” you murmur voice still thick with sleep, “Should be back at the hotel in a few hours.”

“Good morning,” he returns with a nod, “Yep, back to reality.”

Boiling water and cooking oatmeal had become your morning routine and you eagerly begin – desperate for a caffeine fix. “If I never have to eat oatmeal ever again after today, it’ll still be too soon,” you groan as you stir the pots it’s cooking in.

Frankie wakes up next and his loud stretch makes you giggle, his face swinging around in search of yours as he greets you with a knowing smile.

“Morning, Fish,” Will grumbles from across the room, “Better wake the sleeping beauties if we want to get out of here this morning.”

Stomachs filled, and flasks filled with coffee – you all pack up your supplies and put on your backpacks and start to make your way out of the rainforest. Santiago had arranged with a contact for a car to be dropped off about two hours away from where you’d set up camp, and as you dredged further through the muddy forest you began to see the coastline in the distance signalling you were close.

It took more restraint that you’d care to admit as you saw the truck waiting for you, the keys had been hidden above one of the tires and your heart sank as Will went to retrieve it under the one that had been agreed upon and it wasn’t there. The mad rush as you all stepped forward to try and find the missing keys almost comical and the shared simultaneous sigh of relief when it was found under another tire made you audible giggle. Wasting no time all bags are thrown into the back of the truck without any care whatsoever, Benny volunteers to drive and Will calls shotgun.

Santi climbs in first followed by Frankie and yourself. The feeling of Frankie’s hand brushing up against the side of your leg makes you breathe out a ragged breath. Unable to ignore the ache that had started that very first night after he’d helped you over a risky looking bridge had gotten stronger and stronger, magnified by one hundred as you’d shared your first kiss the night before.

The drive back to the hotel was hell-ish. Benny wasn’t the most careful driver at the best of times, and after a week in the jungle surviving on little sleep, he unsurprisingly didn’t get any better. With every sharp turn he made you found yourself pressing up against Frankie and vice versa, at one point he’d driven so recklessly your hand gripped Frankie’s thigh so tightly that he groaned out loud – not in pleasure, but in pain as you fisted his knife wound without intent. “Shit” you hissed as guilt flooded your whole body. His flattened palm shifted beneath the bottom of your thigh to give you a reassuring squeeze as you apologised profusely.

The moment you saw the hotel you breathed out the loudest ‘thank goodness’ you’ve ever uttered and practically swung the door open… both in anticipation and relief.

As the other guys stood around discussing the plans for the afternoon, you reached into the back of the truck to pull out your backpack. Biting your lip, the moment he purposely pressed up behind you to grab his own stuff, “My room, shower, five minutes,” he ordered in your ear before quickly removing himself for your space.

You all but ran up to your hotel room, discarding your bags as quickly as you could and rummaging through the suitcase that you’d left there before venturing out on your mission – pulling out clean underwear, a sundress and toiletries.

Your room was on the same floor as the rest of the guys, five doors up from Frankie’s – you took the time to check it was clear before padding down the hallway to his room – you pressed the door gently and it swung open, steam from the shower already coming out from under the bathroom door.

You locked the door behind you, stripping yourself down completely before entering the bathroom.

He was facing the tiles in the shower, already dripping wet – the broadness of his shoulders, his strong arms and the firmness of his cute little butt made you lick your lips. You watched for a few seconds as he washed the shampoo out of his gorgeous brown curls and then you slipped in behind him; wrapping your arms around his waist and pressing gentle kisses to his shoulders.

“Was wondering when you were going to get here,” he mumbles, before spinning around to face you, “You kept me waiting.”

“Hardly” you say with a large grin.

“You’ve been teasing me for over a year,” he says with a wink before stepping back to take a look at you, he looks up and down at your bare form – eyes tracing back and forth over your breasts, “Fuck, you’re perfect” he grits out before reaching out and taking one of your breasts in his hand to test the weight of it.

You squeeze up next to him and press yourself against him as tightly as you can, relishing in the little groan he lets out as you do so. Stepping under the steaming spray of water you wet your hair and he watches every movement you make, silently admiring as you shampoo and condition your hair, and as you begin to wash the grime off of your body. Only moving as your eyes lock onto him and your fingers brush down through the small curls on your mound and dip into your slit.

“Don’t you fucking dare,” he warns before ripping your hand away, “I said I am going to make you feel good when we got here… don’t make me restrain these pretty little wrists now.”

His words cut through you like butter, and you mewl at the thought he’d planted in your head.

“Out of the shower and get on the bed, now” he orders, and you obediently comply to his demands, making sure to press yourself up against him one more time on the way out.

Your still dripping wet as you lay yourself down on the edge of his bed, watching as he slowly emerges from the bathroom – his cock rock hard and heavy swinging between his legs as he makes his way over to you.

“Look at you,” he says quietly, “Fuck, baby, you’re absolutely perfect” he moans out whilst beginning to stroke his cock.

You salivate at the sight, the way he’s staring down at you with an untamed hunger and providing himself with a little relief as he does so. “Open those legs, baby, I want to see.”

Moving back a little more on the bed, you lean back onto your elbows and open your legs slowly, giving him a full view of your glistening cunt. Already soaked with arousal, and clenching around nothing with need.

“Frankie,” you whisper as he continues to jerk himself off whilst taking you all in. “Please, Frankie” you repeat as you hand unconsciously falls downwards towards your slit and you start to rub small circles into your clit to provide yourself some much needed relief.

“Uh-oh, baby girl,” he grits out, “I warned you.”

You immediately retreat your hand and start to apologise, “I couldn’t wait” you stutter.

“Poor baby” he says with an exaggerated pout, “Always got be such a fucking tease.”

“I need you, Frankie,” you whimper as he walks away from the bed and towards his backpack. Bending over to grab something from the side pocket, “Please, babe.”

“Sssh, baby” he soothes as he walks back over to you, you can’t quite make out what he has one in of his fists, “I intend on giving you all your pleasure today, baby, and if you can’t keep your hands to yourself then I’m going to have to restrain them” he drops a quick kiss to your forehead and then presents the long black cable wire to you, “Safe word – jungle, say it once and I’ll rip it off immediately” he says before making you say out loud you understand and consent. His hands are gentle as they bring yours together, and he ensures that the restraint is not too tight or causing you discomfort before playing your hands above your head.

“Keep them there” he orders before bending down on to his knees and slowly running a finger through your slit, “Been dying to know how you taste” he murmurs before licking a wide strip through your folds making you mewl in pleasure, and without thinking your hands whip down to find their way into his hair, “What did I say?” he grits up at you as you realise your mistake.

“Sorry,” you whisper before moving them back to their original position, “Didn’t think.”

He shakes his head at you, “Naughty girl” he says before burying his face back between your legs, he licks a few more wide strips down from your entrance to your clit, before focusing on that bundle of nerves. Groaning in approval at your desperate pleas and pleasured moans. Just as he feels your thighs begin to shake, he thrusts two thick fingers inside of you, pumping in and out as his tongue continues its delicious assault over your clit. The moment he feels your walls begin to flutter and clamp down around his fingers he curls them inside of you and continues to lick furiously as your orgasm rips through you. Cumming hard with a loud gasp of his name, “Francisco.”

“Good girl,” he soothes as you writhe underneath him, still high from your orgasm, “Love it when you call me that, baby.”

“N-need you,” you gasp out still unable to form a coherent sentence as your chest heaves up and down, “Please.”

“Fuck, so needy, baby” he teases as he slides his cock through your puffy folds, “Going to fill you up with my cum now, sweet girl.”

The thickness of his cock makes you gasp as he slowly breaches your entrance, he’s slow, making sure to study your face the entire time and make sure it’s not too much for you, and when he’s sure he’ll inch himself in further and further whilst murmuring sweet nothings about how beautiful you look and how well you’re taking his cock.

The stretch of him makes you bite down on your bottom lip, the slight stinging remaining present but being burned out by the pleasure, when he’s almost fully inside of you – he brings his thumb down to your clit and slowly rubs little circles into it.

He groans loudly the moment you’re filled by him, the feeling of you clenching around him making him worry he’ll blow his load immediately.

“Relax, baby,” he soothes quietly, “You’re gripping me so fucking tight, baby.”

“Please, move” you whimper in reply.

He rocks his hips in and out, just a little, barely moving an inch in and out at a time, and then he picks up the pace. Biting down on his lip as he searches for that sweet spongey spot inside of you and groaning in pleasure the second, he realises he’s found it, his pace quickens - rubbing against that spot perfectly, hitting it every single time and revelling in the way your eyes begin to roll back as you start to cum around his cock.

“You look so fucking good like that, baby. Going to tie those pretty little wrists up every time that you backtalk me, princesa.”

“Is tha-that a promise?” you choke out as blinding pleasure rips through you, “Fuck, I fucking love your cock, Francisco” you can’t help but choke out everything going through your brain, “I need it... need in my mouth after, baby, please can I suck your cock?” your words become more and more incoherent as you clamp down hard around his cock, flooding around it as you cum hard with another scream of his name.

He thrusts as much as he can grunting loudly as his spend paints your walls, “Fuck, baby, fuck.”

The pulls out of your still fluttering hole and watches as his spend spills out with your arousal.

“Fuck.”

You giggle at the look on his face as he continues to watch your pussy, “So fucking pretty,” he murmurs.

He climbs over you and pulls you into a passionate kiss, his hands working quickly to break yours free of the cable ties and the moment they’re free you tangle them in his still wet locks.

“This is the start of something spectacular, I think” he says before kissing you again, “Rest up, baby, we’re not leaving this bed for at least the next few days.”

He pulls you into his strong chest and you nuzzle into him, “I hope you’ve got more of those cable ties, Francisco.”