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danses-with-dogmeat · 1 year ago

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Day 1 -- Beatrix Russell

The (nsfw) details for Kinktober 2023, Day 1 are just below the cut!

Minors, please don’t interact.

Pegging with Beatrix Russell x M!Six

Woo-hoo! Okay, starting off this lovely Ktober with a fun and especially spicy one! Beatrix is just... goodness she's so fun, both in-game and to write! I mean, what's not to love about this sassy ghoul, honestly?

Anyways, I hope y'all like it, and are looking forward to this month of gratuitous sin like I am! Lol

Here is the link to my Kinktober 2023 Event List so you can stay up-to-date, or re-visit these works as you please.

Included: Pegging, teasing, dom/sub dynamics, master/pet dynamics, light bdsm/restraints, size kink/large cock strap, anal fingering, anal sex, light praise kink, punishment, overstimulation, light spanking, riding, multiple orgasms, orgasm control.

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Six’s fingers paled as he gripped the mattress sheet until it felt near to ripping. He panted as sweat dripped down his brow, the heat of the Mojave night sweltering in the dim Wrangler hotel room Beatrix had chosen to do her business in.

“Y’know? Can honestly say I’m glad you decided to come and see what it’s like to be a client of mine.”

She added another finger to Six’s asshole, racking the number up to a hefty four digits spreading him out. Black splotches reigned over his vision, the blissful mix of pain from the stretch, and pleasure from the way her fingers twisted and curled within him making his body tremble.

“Way your thighs‘re shakin’ is making my black, leather-bound heart jus' soar.”

Beatrix dragged her free hand down the line of Six’s back, her fingernails leaving faint marks drawn over his skin.

“Aw, my sweet little cowpoke, this provin’ too much for ya? Got some bad news ‘bout my strap, then.”

“N-no.” Six whined out, thrusting his needy hips back until she reached knuckle-deep inside him. “Please, ma’am, need it.”

He couldn’t even think to be embarrassed about his begging, about the way his cock cried tears of pre-cum despondently into the sheets below, the way his voice shook and his body writhed against his restraints and into her aching touch.

It was all too addicting.

He had to check it out for himself, when he met one of the clients he’d secured for her after a session, and he seemed like a changed man, one whose lost all worries-- and an ability to walk like a normal person. It had… intrigued the courier.

Now… now he wondered if he could ever go back. Not even one full session in, and Six would do anything for Beatrix Russell, anything she asked, and he’d obey without question. She was sure of herself, sexy, confident, rocking more leather than a brahmin, and packing a rubber cock near as big as a bull’s too.

“Hmm, I s’pose you been a decent little pup for me so far.” Her fingers gave a distinctive curl against the walls of his ass, and Six groaned in response as tears sprung to his eyes.

“And so reactive. Opposite o’ boring, ‘s what you are, little one.”

“I’ll be so good for you, ma’am.” Six promised as she hauled her fingers out of him, giving one final tug as they came away, and watching with a vicious sort of pleasure at the way his cock gave a pathetic little jump in its despair. The neglect of it.

“Oh, don’t I know it. Can’t wait to see you writhin' on my strap. Have you lookin’ like a right proper cowboy, with how you’ll be walkin’ so bowlegged in the mornin’.”

Her weight vanished from the mattress, leaving Six to wait with held breath, to cling to the bed with strained fingers as he stayed firmly put on all fours. A spreader bar ensured he remained nice and open and vulnerable to her, and the roughened straps fastened around his wrists kept him from pushing her back, crawling away from her contact, or pleasuring himself without her permission.

It left him wanting; mad with his own need for her attention, her touch– rough and overwhelming as it may be-- Six took what she gave him, and he did it with plentiful thanks.

The clinking of metal fastenings sounded behind him, and Six chanced a glance over his shoulder at the fate that awaited him.

A chill ran up his whole body, the tingles concentrating between his legs and on those peaking points upon his chest as he took in the enormity of the thing. Damn near as long as his forearm, and thick as those four fingers she’d had shoved into him only moments ago, he almost felt like passing out at the mere thought of that monstrosity forcing its way inside him.

Even so, Six couldn’t help but notice the way his mouth watered and his pleading eyes grew narrowed with increased need, at the way one of her hands ran over the dark, intimidating thing, stroking glistening lube along the whole length of it.

He shivered again, especially once he caught her gaze, their eyes meeting as hers crinkled with the dry smugness of her grin.

She’s really going to enjoy this, huh?

Six gulped, feeling the lump in his throat work its way down the center of his body so slowly, like swallowing down a fistful of gravel.

Probably not as much as I will, though.

His own smug smile spread to his lips as Six turned to look away from her. The anticipation of it was too good to ruin by peeking backwards.

Beatrix’s footsteps approached, creaking wood below sure feet; then, the telltale give of the mattress as she climbed atop it behind him. His body gave a violent jerk as she set her hands on him, stroking textured fingers over his back in a soothing motion that soon made his teeth grit together as she decided to dig in her fingernails in and leave another roadway of marks upon him.

Six hissed at the feeling, and heard her approving hum in response. The sound went straight to his cock, any form of praise that escaped the hard woman’s lips serving as more than a miracle in his eyes. Her few-and-far-between compliments were about as likely for him to hear as rainfall in the Mojave, and just about as lovely as that cool, dousing feeling when it did come.

“Ohh, yeah, yer ‘bout ready, I’d say. Eager too. I like that in a pet.” Beatrix practically growled out the last bit, and Six’s erection gave another painful, wanting pulse.

“Let’s see how long it lasts that you’ll be wanting more of me, eh?”

Six bit his lip at the right moment, it would seem, for just as his teeth set over the skin, one of Beatrix’s hands left his back, grasped the thick, rubber head of her strap, and slotted it right over his tender, pre-stretched asshole.

He released a throaty groan as she teased him with the tip, rubbing the slickness generously over his entrance. His unrestrained vocal pleasure was Six’s form of singing praise to her, as Beatrix began to press inside, then pull away a moment, only to return and go a bit further. All Six could do was pant and grunt against the skin of his bottom lip as he held firm to it with clenched teeth.

“More.” He finally begged the woman, after she ceased pushing further, and only popped the wide head of her strap inside, before immediately withdrawing, stretching him painfully over the exaggerated, hard rubber glans with each shallow stroke.

Six’s eyes snapped open wide as he felt the sting of a sharp slap over his asscheek, and he let out a yelp in surprise.

“You orderin’ me ‘round, pet?” Beatrix spat the last word, her voice coarse like sand and dried tumbleweeds as it pointedly left her throat.

“N-no!” The courier insisted, “Just… ah–”

Another too-short thrust into him had Six flexing and whining at the same time.

“Ugh, ma’am, please…Just a bit further in.”

To prove his point even further, Six thrust his hips back towards her, and nearly cursed as she drew backwards, keeping their contact exactly the same, despite his efforts.

“Please.” It was nearly a sob now, and SIx didn’t have to look to know the shit-eating sort of expression that was plastered to her face at the sound of his pathetic supplication.

“Should make you fuckin’ suck on it, after the shit you just tried to pull.”

Six had to fight not to shake his head aggressively at the thought of it. All worked up, his ass clenching and his thighs shaking as she was so close to truly breaching him, and for her to just… pull away? To set his mouth upon the rubber, making love to an object-- that had no ability to feel-- with his tongue and lips as Beatrix looked down at him; a hard, set brow adorning her cold, amused eyes and a cigarette between her own lips as she watched him debase himself for no gain besides his own frustration and humiliation.

Actually... some days he might not mind that…

Now, though? When his cock is fit to burst, his ass milking anything it can for everything it can possibly give, his voice crying out, leaving him in desperate whines, his hands gripping onto the bed to the point of numbness?

He couldn’t imagine a worse torture.

“But, I’m feelin’ generous tonight, cowpoke. So, I s’pose I’ll just have to punish you another way.”

Six held his breath then, waiting for anything, the worst, even, but it was anything but. With no previous warning, Beatrix pushed forward, sheathing the majority of her gargantuan strap deep inside him with one firm thrust.

A long, deep moan tore itself from the very back of his throat, and a black vignette surrounded the whole of his vision as she reached that point deep inside that made his body sing.

She didn’t stop there, though, no. Six wasn’t given a moment of respite, a moment to get used to the shock of the stretch, of the depth, to soak in that pleasurable feeling inside him, before she began to really thrust. The ghoul’s own grunts left her as she exerted herself and her pleasurable will upon him. Her hands held bruisingly to his hips, and he felt the sharp jab of her hip bones spike into him as she managed to fully sheathe the rubber behemoth inside him on just the third or fourth thrust.

“Goddamn, m-master, I– fuck…” Six could hardly form words, feeling as though he were frothing at the mouth like some wild mongrel as the pleasure overwhelmed his mind. Each pulse of her against him had spots flying over his vision, had his fingers clenching harder to the mattress below, had his breath coming out in great, hot puffs of air like a fire gecko learning to shoot its flame.

“Ohh, call me master again, pet, I like the sound of that.”

One hand stroked appreciatively over his back, and the tingles running up Six’s spine just then felt like shocks of lightning spiking through his veins.

“F-feels so good, m-master. So, so good to me.” He managed out, his eyes set on the dark spot upon the mattress where his sweat was dripping down from his brow and gathering in a small puddle over the sheets. “Need you to keep going, please.”

“Oh, you do, huh?” She continued her blistering pace, pounding away with her hips jutting into the flesh of his ass with each hefty stroke.

“You need it? Really, truly need it?”

“Uh huh.” Six nodded eagerly, deliriously, even.

“Good, then show me.”

His gaze snapped back to her, foggy with pleasure, but his inquiry still plain enough in his expression for her to know precisely what he wished to voice.

“That's right. Ride me, cowboy. Ride my big, hard strap until you feel like yer leg’s’ll fall off, or yer ass’ll split clean open. That’s what I want from you, pet.”

“Y-yes, ma’am.” Was all he could manage, before Beatrix pulled completely, shockingly, out of him, leaving his ass empty and gaping in its massive wake.

Six was breathless at the feeling, a long moan escaping him at the drag of her thickness over his tender walls, before the feeling was gone, and he was at a loss.

“Bea– ahem, ma’am, I–”

“Who said you was needin’ to yammer on?”

Her voice sounded close to his ear as he suddenly felt her hands set upon the leather straps on his right wrist. The leather loosened as she unbuckled it, then moved to the next one, before she moved, too, to undo the metal clasps around his ankles. Soon enough, Six was completely untethered now, his muscles aching as he moved out of that default position she’d had him locked in for so long.

His first instinct was to grab ahold of his achingly hard cock, to stroke it, to squeeze himself and give his throbbing member the attention it’d been craving for over almost two whole, unsatisfying hours.

She’d never let that fly though.

He paused, considering if it’d be worth it, until he heard a snap of Beatrix’s fingers.

“You wanna end up all tied up again, boy?”

“N-no–” He started.

“Well, even if you did, it don’t much matter to me what you want, does it?”

Six just assumed the question was rhetorical, what with all the interrupting she’d been doing.

“No, it matters what I want, pet. And you know what I want?”

Six’s eyes darted to her gleaming strap as it stood high and proud over her waist as she lay back on the bed.

“Yeah, that’s right.” Both her hands swiped up and down the length of the colossal thing, and Six faintly wondered how the hell it had been all the way inside him. And how the hell it had felt good there.

“So you gonna climb on, or do I need to grab my switch an' give you a lil extra motivation?”

Six jolted at that, instantly moving to obey her wants as he crawled over to straddle her waist.

He had to raise himself as tall as he could manage while still on his knees to be able reach the full height of the rubber cock, and bring the substantial head of it to rest at his winking entrance.

It was intimidating, the feel of the hard material in his hand, the trouble he had wrapping his fingers completely around it, but his own want spurred him forward. That, and the knowledge that, hey, he’d already taken it once.

With a deep breath, he began to slowly ease himself downwards.

Six’s teeth gritted together as he slowly sat down in Beatrix’s lap, his eyes closed firmly in concentration, and in bliss, as the strap somehow seemed to reach further inside than it had the first time.

A groan left him, and sweat beaded on his brow as he finally reached its end, and just as he felt himself starting to relax around the enormity of the beast inside him, a sharp slap stung on his asscheek.

“Let’s get a move-on, cowboy. I ain’t got all night.”

“Yes, ma’am.” He panted out obediently, and began to raise himself a few inches upwards, before letting himself drop back down.

To help with balance, Six’s hands rested on either side of the ghoul’s body beneath him as he began to thrust in earnest, raising as high as he comfortably could, before letting gravity force him back down, until he felt the tip of her strap pounding deliciously into that sensitive place deep within him.

“Make some noise for me, pet. I wanna hear ya.”

His eyes opened as he obeyed, looking down at Beatrix’s expression, and he noted the way his stimulation was rubbing the belt of the strap-on right over her clit, stimulating her just as well. As per her request, Six gave up trying to hold back his sounds, letting the grunts and breathy moans leave him liberally with each heavenly stroke of her rubber cock against his trembling walls, with each dizzying pound of her deep inside him.

“That’s a boy. Much better.”

Her praise left him woozy, lightheaded with the pleasure it brought, and Six’s cock drooled another stream of pre-cum that dripped down his aching, bobbing shaft.

His pace only increased from there, as Beatrix’s girth stretched him out, as her own moans left her at the feel of his pressure over her sensitive nub, and her hips began to grind upwards to meet him.

“F-fuck, feels so good, master.” He let slip with little more than a whine, and could feel the smugness coming in waves off of the ghoul beneath him.

“Yeah, it does.” She growled, “How ‘bout this ti– ahh.”

Another moan left her, and Six felt her pace below him stutter, forcing him downwards onto the rubber cock harder than he’d anticipated, shooting stars behind his vision and pleasure up his spine.

"F-finish me off, and I’ll reward you, pet.” Beatrix finished, and with that, Six nodded frantically, and changed his position a bit overtop her. He leaned forward, pressing his hips as close to hers as he could manage, and ground into her there, the stimulation of the strap's head over his prostate causing his thighs to shake until he felt like he might simply topple over.

She’d been closer than he thought, though, Six realized as Beatrix shuddered beneath him, her hands wringing the bedsheets and a throaty groan escaping her as she rode out her release with him still grinding the belt into her clit.

He continued dutifully, despite his trembling limbs, until Beatrix’s hands forced him to sit back and ease the pressure over her oversensitive little nub.

“S’pose that was… good enough.” She panted out, and Six felt another rush of heat to his groin.

“Now yer turn, I guess.”

His excitement hardly had time to bubble up in him, before Beatrix was leaning up against the pillows behind her, and her rough hands were moving to grasp over his darkened, throbbing cock.

He practically squealed as she took a firm hold of him, providing no mercy at all as she used both hands to wring out his cock between strong fingers.

“Fffuck, m-master, please…”

Six was whining now, bucking his hips into her feverishly, unsure if he was trying desperately to thrust into the contact or away from it.

“Please, what?”

“C-can I cum?” He pleaded, eyes closed, mouth gaping, cock weeping and ass clenching as all the sensations washed over him, flooding his body with building bliss that was bound to spill over at any moment.

“Oh…” She pondered cruelly as her hands redoubled their efforts to wring him dry, one scraping painfully over his engorged cockhead until he was shouting out his frustrated pleasure to the dingy ceiling above.

“Fine.”

Beatrix finally said, and not a moment later, Six was spilling his seed generously over his own stomach, and then out onto hers, his pent-up cock releasing like a firehouse with the force of his blinding, all-encompassing orgasm.

“Goooood.” Beatrix murmured as she continued stroking over him, too fast, too hard.

Soon enough, Six’s legs were trembling uncontrollably, his voice was more cry than shout, his ass ached and pleaded for relief from the continuing pressure of the huge strap inside him, and his hips were flinching back from her overwhelming touch. He made to move away, to pull off of her, to push her hands from their place on his spent cock, but Beatrix’s look halted him.

“No, ya don’t, cowboy.”

Six could only whine as his stomach flexed, and his cock spurted the absolute last it had to give weakly down his shaft to dribble onto her gripping hands.

“I ain’t done with you yet.”

“Please…” He croaked out as his body shook, as sweat poured from him.

“Nope. Still got a punishment due, don’t ya? You make to order me 'round, this is what you get. Just consider yerself lucky it ain’t any worse.”

Tears were falling from the corners of his eyes as she continued stroking over him, his cock reluctantly hardening again at her attentions, but becoming no less sensitive to them.

“I’m not hearin’ a ‘thank you.’” Beatrix's voice was so pointed, it may as well have been a spear, pricking at his mind painfully, just as her fingernails dragged cruelly over the beyond-sensitive skin of his shaft.

“T-thank you.” Six sobbed as his cock swelled further still, as his asshole clenched, this time in pain, on her torturous rubber strap.

“Thank you…?”

“Fuck, ah, thank you, master.” Six relented easily, his voice giving way to another shout as his cock was pushed past its limits again, pulsing painfully in her grasp as a few sad little bursts of milky cum left it.

His body was wracked with painful bliss, his vision turning white at her overwhelming attentions, and yet still, Beatrix showed no signs of relenting.

“Aw, now did ya see that?” Her voice had a mock affection to it, “How sweet. Now, just a few more of those, and I say we’ll be done.”

Six only groaned, as he felt his exhausted cock twitch reluctantly in her hands.

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How does a war-scarred young wizard recuperate and create a new identity? Harry opens himself to the magic of the land. Draco learns to wonder at the humblest of creatures. Years later, Magigeologist Evan Jameson and Malacologist Derek Black begin an enthusiastic correspondence. They’re in for a shock when they finally meet. Or: Science nerds go to Iceland and fall in love. Or: Why should kelp have all the fun?

@epitomereally wrote Pillar of Salt for @agentmoppet [E, ~62,200]

From the lake in the Room of Hidden Things, Draco knows three things: 1. Mirror universes exist, and he’s going to find the best one—the one where he did the right thing. 2. Harry Potter and him are awfully cosy in some of these other universes, whereas Potter in real life is starting to act very odd around him indeed. 3. Draco’s reflection—the mirror version of him, the worst version of him—seems to be growing crueler. And stronger.

@a-sentimental-man wrote Prescription for @fantalfart [G, ~2,600]

Draco couldn’t say he hated his job, not really. In fact, he loved it⁠—and wasn’t that something surprising, a Malfoy being a Healer, when most of them hadn’t worked a day in their lives?—and most of all, he loved knowing that he was helping people heal, above anything else. (And if there was a part of him that craved the normalcy of something that helped instead of what he had been taught to do his entire life? Well. That was between himself and his journal when he remembered to write in it.) (And maybe there was another reason too.)

@traylalascrisis wrote Old love don’t rust for @drarrydoodles [E, ~20,600]

“Why do you keep coming?” Malfoy asked at last. Harry mulled over the question. For a moment he debated trying to turn the tables and asking Malfoy the very same thing. But this time he didn’t want to hold back. “Because I can’t stop,” Harry said.

@karamelised wrote Equipoise for khalulu [T, ~88,200]

Ten years of peace have settled over the wizarding world, leaving Harry Potter feeling strangely adrift. Teaching Defense at Hogwarts is fine and all, but when mysterious magical blackouts start sweeping across the country, he can’t help but jump at the chance to investigate. It would be the perfect outlet for his restless energy - if he didn’t suddenly find himself tangled up in an elaborate charade, pretending to date the Prophet’s most illustrious journalist, Draco Malfoy. Between hunting down the cause of the blackouts and maintaining their ruse, Harry’s beginning to think that peacetime might actually be trickier - and far more surprising - than he’d bargained for.

@vukovich wrote Victory Lap for @traylalascrisis [E, ~4,700]

“I wasn’t sure if you’d want to eat first.” For emphasis, he pinches the skin at my waist. I want to cover myself in him. I want to roll in him like a dog. I want to devolve on top of him. And he wants me to sit nicely and use a knife and fork first?

@maraudersaffair wrote My Mate for veradubhghoill [E, ~26,300]

Harry is a new Alpha and Draco is his Omega Healer. Draco wants to help Harry but Draco struggles to control himself whenever he is around. And Harry wants to breed Draco. Desperately so. Things come to a head when Draco and Harry become trapped with one another. Draco doesn’t have his suppressant and it sends them both into heat. While they wait for help, will Draco be able to avoid being claimed by Harry? Does he even want to avoid it? Harry is gorgeous and strong, and Draco would love to have him as a mate. He just can’t fathom a world where Harry Potter willingly chooses him.

@smehur wrote Just a little liquid luck for @shiftylinguini [E, ~5,400]

Tracking the movement of Potter’s eyes, Draco runs a greasy finger over the thickest of his scars. “You like them, don’t you? Pervert.” Potter tosses his head back, jostling the mass of his curly fringe from his forehead. “I bet you were into scars long before you had any of your own, Malfoy.” Yes, Draco wants to say. I want to lick yours. What he says instead is, “Fuck you.” “Fuck you,” Potter echoes, putting the same pregnant emphasis on the F. Draco bites his lower lip, wrestling down the rise of euphoria. “Your turn,” he says. “Take that off.”

@sleepstxtic wrote As Luck Would Have It for @smehur [E, ~12,800]

In Sixth-Year, Harry and Draco both win a vial of Felix Felicis from Slughorn and, under its influence, have sex in the Room of Requirement. In the aftermath, can Draco and Harry navigate their respective roles in the war, while grappling with their burgeoning feelings for each other?

@hoko-onchi-writes wrote In a Year’s Turning for @maraudersaffair [E, ~89,400]

It’s been nine years. Surely, Harry can handle Draco being back—for Teddy’s sake.

@shiftylinguini wrote Storm’s Eye for @jtimu [M, ~12,400]

Harry’s surprised that Draco didn’t have wards up preventing mortally wounded former school mates-turned-ghosted work fellows from bursting into his house. In Harry’s addled mind, this seems like a great opening line to say to Draco’s gobsmacked face. He doesn’t get that far, though.

Or: Harry gets hurt, Draco is a vanishing alchemist who may or may not be able to save the day, but under no circumstances are either of them willing to talk about Their Feelings. Well. Maybe "mortal peril" circumstances will do it, actually.

@thehoneybeet wrote housewarming for @garagepaperback [E, ~6,000]

First, they had to decide where to live. It worked, until it didn’t.

@dodgerkedavra wrote Go Up to Gilead for @tessacrowley [E, ~106,700]

Harry Potter’s sense of purpose drops dead with Voldemort. So does Draco Malfoy’s freedom. Nine years later, Harry’s still a soldier. Draco’s still a sacrifice. Harry’s going to die in his Auror uniform, and Draco doesn’t deserve to live. But when the clock runs out on Draco’s sentence, a new one starts ticking. As it was, so it will be: they’ll survive together, or not at all.

@makeitp1nk wrote do you (one) better for @legendrarry [M, ~4,200]

Defence Against the Dark Arts Professor Harry Potter abruptly loses his Favourite Hogwarts Professor title to none other than Potions Professor Draco Malfoy. He swears it’s fine, really, but the feelings boiling within him say otherwise. Until Poppy Longbottom, Pansy and Neville’s hellion daughter, forces Hogwarts faculty and staff to engage in a very controversial Pureblood family tradition.

@doingthechachaslide wrote Of Stolen Glass and Burning Clover for @saintgarbanzo [E, ~27,800]

A week long international conference. A political scandal? A Malfoy beside the fruit tarts.

@saintgarbanzo wrote Baker’s Modern Wands for @starquestingfordrarry [E, ~43,600]

At Baker’s Modern Wands Lavender Brown is starting a revolution, Draco Malfoy is trying his best, and Harry Potter is really annoyed about it all.

@nv-md wrote Kiss Me, Fuck Me, Love Me for @doingthechachaslide [E, ~5,100]

Harry and Draco are running very late—they’ve got shirts to find, puppies to save, and champagne to buy. They’re also terribly, ridiculously, extraordinarily in love.

@moonflower-rose wrote Equally Cursed and Blessed for @thecouchsofa [E, ~18,200]

Harry’s back at Hogwarts to attempt his final year, again. This time he’s sure there’ll be no shenanigans. Well. Maybe there’ll be a few.

#drarry #drarry fic #drarry art #drarry fest #masterlist #hd erised 2024

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fic claim: the melting point of wax

for @vukovich and @hd-erised 2024!

RATING: M PAIRING: DRARRY WORDCOUNT: 10K Read on AO3 here!

Tags: Professional Quidditch Player Harry Potter, Professional Quidditch Player Draco Malfoy, Underground Broom Racing League, Steeplechase as Quidditch as Mario Kart, Pissy Turtles, Pope Jokes, Harry Has a Crisis of Personality but the Crisis is He's Boring Summary: Harry Potter is many things: captain of the Chudley Cannons, the fun uncle, a good enough friend, comfortable in the life he's built for himself. Comfortable, that is, until a risqué broom advertisement and a rumor about a fellow athlete come together to send him spiraling into the world of high-stakes broom racing, high-flying turtles, and the chaos of falling in love.

@vukovich! the moment i saw your steeplechase on brooms prompt i crossed every finger every toe braided my hair etc hoping to get this prompt. it was so much fun inhabiting this world of aerial hijinks and ridiculous costumes and it was an absolute treat to write for you and your beautiful mind.

many many thanks to @citrusses @wolfpants @hoko-onchi-writes and @holygnocchi for doing the lord's work of knocking this into shape around the holidays and their own writing. you're all gilded angels.

finally but absolutely NOT least, thank you to the @hd-erised mods @nv-md @epitomereally @thehoneybeet yall knocked it alllll the way out of the fucking park with this year's fest. kudos to the ends of the universe and back.

#my fic #my fic posts #drarry #drarry fanfic #harry potter #draco malfoy #harry x draco #draco x harry

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sitp-recs · 2 months ago

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HII do u recommend any short/quick read drarry fics?? No angst please hehe

Glad you asked anon, I LOVE reccing short fic! I already have a few lists (here and here) so I took this request as a challenge to do a list with fics under 3k that I don’t see recced often. Hope you enjoy these!

The Department of Perfect Timing by americanmoths (T, 929 words)

It's very like Potter to try to adopt a muggle child at the end of Draco's shift.

Measure My Lordship With Thine Vulgar Aye by @starquestingfordrarry (M, 1k)

Draco buys some Muggle magnets for the office.

Snow On Snow by @tackytigerfic (T, 1k)

Harry and Draco were deep undercover in Europe, and had to pretend to be a couple. When everything went wrong, they got out by the skin of their teeth.

A Brush With Potter by @maesterchill (T, 1k)

Draco NEEDS to get his hands on the latest toy racing broom for Teddy. Trust a certain messy-haired Gryffindor to thwart his plans.

My tidings aren’t glad, they’re ghastly by @lemonlimelea (G, 1.2k)

“Potter, what are you playing at, sending me a bloody Christmas card?” A new tradition is born.

halcyon days by @the-starryknight (T, 1.3k)

Sleepy mornings caught while the sun rises are reserved for silly word games and soft touches and feelings.

Phoenix in the Fire by @fw00shy (E, 1.4k)

Their first time was an accident. "Sex pollen," Draco claims, though everyone knows it was too much Ogden's after Puddlemere beat the Tornados 240-230.

Tidings of Comfort by @blamebrampton (G, 1.5k)

When a man is tired of London, he is tired of life. Luckily for Draco Malfoy, London has places where the tired can rest and recover.

and another one by @nv-md (M, 1.6k)

Draco has a few too many drinks after a row with Harry, and Harry has to come to his rescue... sort of.

In The Wings by @cavendishbutterfly (T, 1.7k)

Ballet has been a path to healing for Draco after the war. Now, it's his final performance in the starring role, and his boyfriend is in the audience for the first time.

I Must Be Lonely by @sweet-s0rr0w (T, 1.8k)

Draco works nights at the Ministry security desk. Sometimes, he sees Potter.

This Time Again (Next Year) by @gryffindorhearts (T, 1.8k)

At thirty minutes to midnight on New Year’s Eve, Harry is buried under a mountain of paperwork. Only Malfoy, his long-time coworker and one-time lover, could have any hope of distracting him.

magic in the making by @getawayfox (G, 1.9k)

I didn’t see Malfoy for a year after the trial. When Gin told me that, according to Pansy, he had opened a little posh bakery in Mayfair, I thought she was joking, so I went to see for myself.

Nectar by @jtimu (T, 1.9k)

Draco's first Animagus transformation doesn't go as planned.

I, Ferret by curiouslyfic (T, 2k)

Draco's embraced his inner Ferret. Now it's Harry's turn. Starring Veela!Draco, mpreg, an old wives' tale, and a Weddiwizard.

Receipts by @moonflower-rose (M, 2k)

Pansy and Ginny have made a stupid wager and Draco may be the one who comes away a winner.

Willing Blood by @lqtraintracks and @the-starryknight (E, 2k)

Seven days together, years ago; seventy-four hours and thirty-eight minutes trapped in this house alone; and now one chance to stop himself from draining Potter dry. Will Draco take it? Will Harry let him?

Chicken Shop Date by @sorrybutblog (T, 2k)

Draco and Harry sit down for an interview. Or is it a date?

Almost-but-not-quite by @pineau-noir (G, 2k)

Immediately following the Battle of Hogwarts Draco Malfoy stumbles across the last Time-Tuner in existence. He had intended to go into the past to try and right his many wrongs, but magic sometimes does what it wants.

Thrice Bound by @skeptiquewrites (M, 2.3k)

Once by nature, once by fate, and once by choice.

The Art of Seduction by playout (M, 2.3k)

Harry and Draco are Auror partners assigned to go undercover at a muggle gay bar frequented by drug-dealing wizards.

Light Years Away by @lettersbyelise (M, 2.5k)

No one told Harry about the training courses young Aurors and Curse Breakers have in common, just like Harry never told anyone about his one-night encounter with Draco Malfoy two months prior.

like the sun came out by @academicdisasterfic (E, 2.8k)

Harry realises that Draco loves him, and it's like waking up.

Secretly, between the shadow and the soul by @teacup-tai (T, 2.9k)

The thing about surrender is that once you accept the unavoidable rhythm of change, the surprising uncontrollability of life, and the astonishing inevitability of feelings, it is easy.

Market Saturdays by @sorrybutblog (M, 3k)

In which Harry is an accidental part-time cheesemonger, Draco is an organic farmer and they fall in love. Not an AU.

#asks #anon #Drarry reclist #short fic #fluff

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vintagelasvegas · 3 months ago

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Dunes Hotel & Casino '55-'93

Dunes, 1955. Kodachrome photo from Charles Phoenix.

Timeline of the Dunes

’53-54: First announced as Hotel Araby (RJ 11/1/53), then became known as Vegas Plaza, and Hotel Deauville (RJ 1/20/54, 4/23/54). Named the Dunes by the time of groundbreaking, 6/22/54 (RJ).

’55: May 23, original owners Robert Rice, Al Gottesman, Joseph Sullivan, Alexander Barad and Jason Tarsey open the $4 million Dunes Hotel-Casino with 200 rooms on an 85-acre site. John Replogle, designer Robert Dorr Jr., architect and designer. Signs and Sultan figure by YESCO (RJ 5/23/55).

’55: Aug., Dunes leased by Sands partners and reopened in Sep. Subsequent financial difficulties cause the casino to be closed, 1/56.

’56: Bill Miller, Major A. Riddle, and Robert Rice are licensed to reopen the casino in May. In Nov., the license is changed to add M&R Investment Co. as the company that operates the Dunes.

’57: Jan., Minsky’s Follies opens the first topless show at a Strip resort.

’59: Convention Hall addition.

’61: Olympic Wing addition.

’62: Riddle sells 15 percent of the stock to M&R Investment Corp., whose stockholders now include Charles Rich, Sidney Wyman and George Duckworth.

’62: Oct. 21, Tower groundbreaking.

’64: Construction of "Miracle Mile" golf course. Sultan figure moved to golf course in May. In Oct-Nov, the 180-ft sign is installed in Oct., and switched on 11/12/64.

’65: Jun, opening of Dome of the Sea and the 24-story tower. Dunes Golf Course opened.

’69: Continental Connector Corp., a publicly traded company, buys the Dunes in a $59M stock transfer in May. In Dec, the SEC charges that CCC defrauded stockholders in the proxy statement it issued offering to buy the Dunes. CCC settles the SEC complaint in ’76. At this time, bankers E. Parry Thomas and Jerome Mack are principals in M&R and CCC.

’74: In Sep., Gaming Control Board files a complaint against the Dunes for catering and "comping" alleged Kansas City mob chief Nick Civella, one of 11 members of the Black Book, Nevada's List of Excluded Persons. The Dunes ultimately was fined $10,000.

’75: In Feb., Morris Shenker buys an interest in M&R through his IJK Nevada Inc. Later in the year, Dunes owners Shenker and Riddle are asked about allegations that reputed mobster Anthony Spilotro had "set up shop" at the Dunes. Spilotro reportedly was spending up to 14 hours a day in the poker room and appeared to be using it as an office.

’76: In Jun., Shenker sues the Teamsters Union for $140M for backing out of a loan commitment, which was to be used to add another 1,000 rooms. In Oct., Dept of Labor intervenes, saying the loan was prohibited. In ’80, Shenker's breach of contract lawsuit is tossed out of court by U.S. District Judge Roger Foley.

’79: South tower opened in summer. Shenker announces the Dunes will construct a $65M hotel-casino in Atlantic City. FBI affidavits are unsealed claiming that two confidential informants "both advised that the Kansas City organized crime group headed by Nick Civella has a concealed interest fronted by Shenker at the Dunes." Shenker denies the allegations.

’80: In Jan., alleged members of the NY Columbo family are discovered staying for free at the Dunes. Gaming Control Board Chairman Richard Bunker says the "comping" did not violate the law or gaming regulations. Later, four of the group, including Joseph Columbo Jr., are indicted on charges of obtaining money under false pretenses in an airline ticket reimbursement scam. The indictment is dismissed by District Judge Joseph Pavlikowski and in ’84 was reinstated by the NV Supreme Court.

’82: Aug., the $17M Oasis Casino opens, doubling the existing casino space at the resort. Design by Farris Alexander Congdon Architects. New 2-floor casino includes Xanadunes electronic gaming area, and Video-Video arcade space (RJ 8/13/82, 8/20/82).

’82: Dec., Stuart and Clifford Perlman agree to buy the Dunes for $185M. The brothers loan Shenker $4M and $2.9M of that sum is used to pay overdue federal payroll taxes and avoid the seizure of assets by the IRS. Shenker denies the resort is on the verge of bankruptcy. Docs filed with the SEC indicate the property is in default on a number of loans and a number of creditors threaten foreclosure action.

’83: The Perlmans assume management of the Dunes in Apr., and operate it for four months before the sale collapses in Aug.

’83: Oct., a foreclosure sale of the Dunes' golf course and some other property is averted when problems are worked out with the trustees of the Hotel & Restaurant Employees and Bartenders Int’l Union and the trustees of the Nevada Culinary and Bartenders Pension Trust, which are owed $1.5M for non-payment of union benefits.

’83: Dec., a federal jury in Las Vegas decides that Shenker owes $34M to the So. Nevada Culinary and Bartenders Pension Fund for defaulting on loans in ’73-’75 to two of Shenker's land companies, Sierra Charter Corp. and IJK Nevada.

’84: Feb., Shenker files for personal bankruptcy in Missouri to protect his assets from the $34M judgment. The IRS claims that the 78-year-old Shenker owes $66M in unpaid taxes stretching back 20 years. Shenker's bankruptcy filing claimed assets of $82M and liabilities of $197M, the largest debt ever recorded in the St. Louis bankruptcy court.

’84: Mar., Valley Bank of Nevada heads a consortium to lend the Dunes $68.6M as part of a debt restructuring plan.

’84: May, John Anderson buys a controlling interest in the Dunes with his JBA Investments Inc. Anderson signs a $25M note to pay the Perlmans for the $35M they invested in the resort. Shenker's 26 percent interest remains under the control of the bankruptcy court.

’84: Jun., the FBI alleges that Shenker approved $600,000 in kickbacks to alleged Milwaukee crime boss Frank Balistrieri in connection with loans from the Teamsters Union to Allen Glick, who later bought four Las Vegas resorts before being forced out of gaming by Nevada officials. Shenker denies the kickback allegations. No charges are filed.

’85: Feb., Dunes is cited for failing to retrofit the property to meet fire safety standards. About $2.2M is spent on retrofitting during the first half of the year.

’85: May, former Gaming Control Board Chairman Richard Bunker leaves his position as corporate treasurer of Circus Circus Ent. to become president of the Dunes.

’85: Aug., Jack Bona buys out the Dunes' 49 percent interest in its Atlantic City property in a $21M sale. The next day, Bona places the property in a Ch. 11 reorganization in bankruptcy court.

’85: Sept. 27, Dunes defaults on the $68.6M bank loan and Valley Bank moves ahead with the legal steps required for a foreclosure sale Dec. 23.

’85: Oct. 24, Federal marshals begin seizing cash from the Dunes casino cage to pay a $2.7M judgment obtained by trustees of the Culinary and Bartenders unions. They accept a $200,000 check and leave the cash in the cage.

’85: Nov. 1, Marshals return to collect the remaining $17M owed to the unions but are halted by a last-minute restraining order.

’85: Nov. 6, Dunes' operating company. M&R Investment, files for reorganization under Chapter 11.

’87: Masao Nangaku buys the Dunes for $157M.

’92: Nov., Dunes bought by Mirage Inc. for $75M.

’93: Jan. 26, closed. North tower and sign demolished 10/27/93.

‘94: Jul. 20, South tower demolished.

A major source for the timeline is Jane Ann Morrison. Judge Approves Payday for Dunes Employees. Review-Journal, 11/7/85.

Dunes, 1955. This is the original layout of the resort, before the addition of the Convention Hall and Olympic wing. Photo by Ed Screeton. Dunes Hotel Photograph Collection (PH-00281), UNLV Special Collections & Archives.

Late '64. The 180-foot sign has recently been completed. Dome of the Sea restaurant and the hotel tower are nearing completion. Culinary Workers Union Local 226 Photographs, UNLV Special Collections & Archives.

Mar. '85. Photo by Scott Henry, Review-Journal.

#Dunes #1955

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drarryspecificrecs · 8 days ago

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HP Law of Attraction Fest : Masterlist of DRARRY fics/arts

@hp-lawofattraction-fest || official masterpost || AO3 || ∑ = 24 works The Mods : @crazybutgood @fantalfart @goblinmatriarch @thehoneybeet Banner © : @fantalfart (official banner & I Have Loved You Before)

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1. Lost vs Found:

[Lost] Magic That Lingers by @crunchycrispy [E, 39k]

[Found] Finding my way to you by suhtmuikkis [T, 12k]

2. Weak vs Powerful:

[Weak] You're Not Alone by @sugareey-makes-stuff [G, art]

[Powerful] Firewood by @itsjamethyst [M, 8k]

3. Life vs Death:

[Life] how we were taught to love by @tigerlilycorinne-drarry-me [M, 42k]

[Death] a flower wilts by @beyondtheclose [M, 6k]

4. Rough vs Soft:

[Rough] will you stay right here (shake this frost off of my bones) by @nv-md [E, 10k]

[Soft] I Have Loved You Before by @fantalfart [G, art]

5. Light vs Dark:

[Light] Pale Gold by @nymphadoratonqs [E, 3k]

[Dark] Mirrors And Promises by @ladderofyears [E, 10k]

6. Start vs End:

[Start] Red Wine Supernova by @mono-chromia [E, 42k]

[End] You're horrible (and I love it) by @vukovich [E, 11k]

7. Old vs New:

[Old] What Branches Grow by @the-fools-errand [M, 55k]

[New] THREE NEW POEMS by @elskanellis [T, 300]

8. Empty vs Full:

[Empty] Necro-romance by @thehoneybeet [E, 8k]

9. Reality vs Fantasy:

[Fantasy] Fantasy by aqua_myosotis [E, 11k]

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✔ other fests in 2023 ✔ fests in other years

#drarry #drarry fanfic #drarry fic rec #harry potter #draco malfoy #masterlist #2023

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hd-hurtcomfort-fest · 4 months ago

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***CREATOR REVEALS MASTER LIST***

And that's a wrap, y'all! As we reflect on this fest at its conclusion, we are humbled and honored by the love and support from our fellow fluffy fanatics, angst afficiandos and hurt/comfort connoisseurs. Thank you all for making this an incredible first year.

A very special thank you to all our brilliant participants! This fest is nothing without you and your teams of diligent betas, alphas, and cheerleaders. It takes a village, and we appreciate your efforts.

And finally, this fest would flounder in the void without you, dear readers, viewers, listeners, and reccers! Thank you for joining us on this maiden journey! You stoke our creative fires with your loving and positive support and for this we thank you.

We have planned a few closing posts, including fest stats and our guessing game winner! And participants and reccers, be sure to @ us in your posts so we may reblog!

***MASTER LIST BELOW THE CUT!***

xo Your HD Hurt/Comfort Mods @orangepellets, @peachpety, @vukovich

***CREATOR MASTER LIST***

*** Hyacinth by oknowkiss Angst || M || 7k

My Kingdom For Your Laugh by UsagiTatsu Fluff || G || 9.7k

*** Final Exams at the Curse-Breaker's Academy by IzRoan Hurt/Comfort || M || 20.2k

Of Towers and Tales [ART] by reliand Hurt/Comfort || T || Art

*** The Roommate by Romaine [PODFIC] by CailynWrites Fluff || M || 4hours

a small room under the earth by dracopetal Angst || M || 2.3k

*** Come Hell or High Water by mallstars Hurt/Comfort || M || 22.1k

Divine Intervention by JessicaLuci Fluff || T || 6.5k

*** Harry Potter and the Unintended Horcrux by aCanadianMuggle Hurt/Comfort || E || 59k

*** isn't a kingdom by garagepaperback Hurt/Comfort || E || 53.2k

*** A Surprising Agenda by Orpheous87 Fluff || G || 7.3k

You only feel it when it's lost [ART] by Pato_roldnart Hurt/Comfort || T || Art

*** Fine-Fractured Halo by Rainjuly Angst || E || 29k

Something We Create by DayDreamingFoxglove Fluff || E || 16.5k

*** Future Histories by thecouchsofa Fluff || T || 6k

(Not) a Hot Nurse by Etteee Fluff || G || 2k

*** En Passant by DodgerKedavra Hurt/Comfort || E || 45.4k

*** Be still my beating heart. by Lizziedrip Hurt/Comfort || T || 18.4k

Pain: ON by The_saphire_potterhead Hurt/Comfort || M || 17.2k

*** Thief by shushu_yaoi_lj (orange-peony) Hurt/Comfort || E || 21.5k

Malfoy's Moving Manor [ART] by Yoro_Kobi (Aphlaton) Fluff || G || Art

*** The Malfoys vs Family Counseling by duchessdulce Fluff || T || 24.4k

Piece by Piece by TheBashfulPoet Hurt/Comfort || E || 6.5k

*** and another one by nv-md Fluff || M || 1.6k

Seven Year Itch by mintaminta Angst || E || 5.6k

*** An Extremely Indecent Proposal by Jelliebabie Hurt/Comfort || E || 33.2k

*** Live Laugh Love, Draco Malfoy by Phantasmagoria Hurt/Comfort || E || 16.4k

The Stories We Tell by Maraudersaffair Hurt/Comfort || E || 10.7k

*** Let Me Stay by Phoebe_Delia Hurt/Comfort || M || 1k

At the Center by violenttulips [PODFIC] by reveriepi Hurt/Comfort || E || 10-20min

*** Black Books by Sarendal Fluff || E || 14.5k

*** S.P.U.N.K. by my_castlescrumbling (Cas) Fluff || M || 4.3k

close enough by lucio Angst || M || 2.2k

*** Fate's Caveat by Squibnation10 Angst || M || 43.4k

#hdhurtcomfort2024 #master list #drarry fest #hp fests #drarry fanfic #drarry fanart #drarry podfic #draco x harry #hpdm #go forth

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danses-with-dogmeat · 1 year ago

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Day 2 -- Rose of Sharon Cassidy

The (nsfw) details for Kinktober, Day 2 are just below the cut!

Minors, please don’t interact.

Tit Fucking with Cass x M!Reader

Yay! Cass is so fun to write for honestly, and this was no exception. The banter, especially, was just good, good fun 😊

I hope you like it!

Here is the link to my Kinktober 2023 Event List so you can stay up-to-date, or re-visit these works as you please.

Included: Tit Fucking, drinking (alcohol lol), blow jobs, praise, teasing, orgasm denial, edging, cum shot, nipple play, face sitting (very brief).

Words: 3.6k

“You want me to introduce ya, or something?”

“W-what?” You blinked at your companion from where you leaned against the pool table, effectively on the same level as her, as Cass bent over to make a shot.

“My tits, Six. You keep staring right at ‘em. If you want me to introduce ya, I could, you know.”

You felt your cheeks heat, and promptly stood up to your full height, regrettably losing your previous view in the process.

Idiot. You chastised yourself. How could I have been so obvious? How…

How could I have not noticed what I was doing?

“Can’t say how they’d like ya though, these gals. They’re picky.” With that, Cass took her shot, sinking in the last of her striped pool balls as she fixed you with a wink.

“H-how, well, I didn’t mean to–”

“What? Make it obvious? C’mon Six, eyes wide as a full moon, yer mouth hanging open like a slack-jawed brahmin, I’d have to be blind not to notice.”

Guess I’m blind, then. You thought solemnly.

Cass, luckily, failed to sink the 8 ball as she finished her turn, and so, with an audible swallow, you rounded the pool table to set up your own measly shot. The one upside of this particular game was how many of your solid-colored balls you had left to choose from.

Instead of moving away, circling the table as an opponent usually does, to watch your move, to be out off the way of your cue, even just to go and take a drink of her beer on the tall table across from you, Cass moved closer. She leaned back against the table, her elbows resting on the lip as she tilted her head back to be level with yours... and purposefully jutting out her chest.

“Look, partner, I’m not shy about ‘em.”

The ex-caravanner gave a little shimmy, hiking her flannel down to further accentuate the… ahem, objects of your recent attention.

“All you gotta do is ask.” Cass whispered in your ear, so close, you could feel the way her bottom lip brushed your earlobe.

Instead of answering her, you found your arms moving of their own accord while the rest of your body fell for the distraction. Still though, the shot was shit, you observed as you saw the mark you’d left upon the crimson felt of the table, as you saw the cue ball bang right into the 8, and… sink it in. To add insult to injury, the white, affronting ball flew into the hole right after.

“Hm.” You turned to Cass as she made a face, her brows furrowed and lips pursed. “Didn’t think it was that ball’s turn yet.”

“Me neither.” You said with a sigh, turning around to lean back alongside her. “Guess he was ready to make the jump, though.”

You half-smiled as Cass let out a little, amused snort. It was the only type of laughter you ever seemed to rouse from her, but even still, it always managed to warm your chest.

“So, what about you? You ready?”

“R-ready?” Your eyes widened substantially as your heart stuttered its pace in your chest.

“Yeah, courier, pay up. What was it, 15? So that makes 30 caps for me, doesn’t it?”

You nodded at that, with a sad little wince on your face.

“Well… what if I just bought you a couple drinks, eh? That would cover it, right?”

Cass turned to you with a quirked brow, and you could already hear the ‘no’ in her expression.

With a sigh, you forked over the caps to her open palms, dropping them one by one until they nearly spilled from her fingers.

“Thank ya kindly.” She threw a wink your way as she pushed off the edge of the pool table and made for the bar.

“Anytime.” The word was almost a croak. As she vanished through the haze of bar-goers and cigarette smoke, you grabbed up the pool cues, and set them back on the rack.

I have got to stop agreeing to these games…

“Right.” Two glasses clattered down on the wood table you were now leaning over, your eyes peering up from where they’d been buried against your wrists as you nursed you conscience of all of its silly financial losses.

And social ones. Ugh.

“Now this? This is a right kinda beverage. Yer gonna thank me, before the night is through. Just wait and see.”

“Oh, so you can buy me a drink, but I can’t–”

“Oh, get over yourself, cowboy. If you don’t drink the damn thing, I will. Lord knows I need somethin’ that strong.”

“Well…” You grasped the tall, dark glass with one hand, and held it up. “Cheers, then.”

“Hm. Good choice.” A clink sounded as the drinks met, and then… Then it was mostly a blur.

Strong? Strong, my ass, this shit was a Herculean concentrate.

–

You woke up in a haze, your head pounding like a bighorner had run over it with a tractor full of about eighteen other bighorners.

“Morning, sunshine.” Cass sounded equally as shitty as you felt.

You were both in a bed, a big one with the sheets all tossed off the sides and pillows all mussed. The room was dim, and there wasn’t any light shining through the curtains just yet.

“Morning?” You managed, rubbing your eyes and your temples in the same desperate movement to get your head from hating you so loudly, so distractingly.

“Eh, probably not really yet, but for you. Passed out a couple hours ago after a few drinks, started saying some weird shit too loud down there, so I got us this room. Paid with your caps though, seein’ as I bought the dri–”

“W-wait, hold on, I was saying stuff?”

“Yeah, nothing I wasn’t aware of, but still, kinda embarrassing confessing your drunken love for me in front of all those strangers.”

“I…” Your own groan interrupted you, and you fell back against the cushions as your hands went to your face, shielding it from Cass’s obviously amused scrutiny.

“It was quite the performance, Six, really. I appreciated it.”

“Wow, yeah,” You said humorously, “Wish I coulda been there for it myself.”

“No, hey, c’mon partner.”

A hand shoved against your shoulder roughly, temporarily pulling the attention from the pain in your head.

“It was real sweet. You sayin’ how good we are together, how we have fun, how you’re so glad we met in that seedy NCR bar, oh so many months ago.”

That’s… well, that’s not so bad, as far as confessions go.

“An’ how much you like my tits.”

Shit.

Another groan escaped you of its own accord, and if that wasn’t enough, the pounding in your skull seemed to increase exponentially with that knowledge.

“Yep, way you say it, I’ve got the finest pair in New Vegas, in all the Mojave Wastes. They’re all round and nice an’ soft, look like you could sleep on ‘em, or kiss ‘em till your lips fall off. Real poet you are, when it comes to my tits.”

“Right, well…”

How the hell am I supposed to come back from this? I confess my love… and then talk about her breasts for ten whole poetic sentences?

“Just really speaking from the heart, you know?”

It was all you could do in terms of damage control. How do firemen control a burn that’s already gone out? The devastation was there to stay, no matter what you poured on it.

“Yeah, right here.”

You let your eyes peek up from the shield of your hands to look over at her, just in time to see the way Cass squeezed at her own right breast with a cheeky grin at her lips.

“Yep, that’s the place…”

Did my voice just go up an octave? Jesus... If I could get paid for embarrassing myself, I could afford to play pool with her every damn night.

“Look, quit being so dramatic. ‘S not like you said anything gross. An’ besides… Coulda told me before.”

You only shook your head, eyes lost in nothingness as you tried to rake your shadowed memories for any semblance of this interaction of yours.

“Why didn't you, Six? You scared or something?”

“Something like that, yeah…”

“Oh, poppycock. Yer just more articulate when yer drunk, that’s all. Makes ya more passionate, less scared of what other folks’ll think.”

“Don’t care what they think. But…” You turned to face her, and damn near kicked yourself at the way your eyes automatically went to her cleavage.

“But, um…”

“Oh, for christ's sake.”

Your eyes widened until you were sure they’d pop right out of your skull as her hands flew to the buttons of her flannel.

“It’s not that hard, Six. You tell me you think I’d look swell with my tits out, and I’d show ya in a heartbeat.”

“W-what?” Your gaze finally broke its trance and tore from the growing gap in her shirt to meet her eyes.

“Yeah. Not gonna bite you or nothin’, well, not unless yer into it." She chuckled dryly to herself at that, before her voice grew noticeably softer. You almost couldn't believe it was her speaking. "No but… If I’m being honest, I think you ain’t so bad yourself, Six.”

For a moment, the pain in your head left you completely, all discomfort forgotten at the sound of her affirming words.

“Yeah?” Was all you could manage to get out in your present state.

“Yeah, an’ if yer feelin’ up to it, I’d like to show ya just how much I like ya.”

“This isn’t, like… You’re not messing with me, are you?”

You hated that you felt the need to ask, but... Yeah, with Cass, you never could know.

“You want me to come clean? Fine."

It was just then that your eyes lingered on her face long enough to notice the blush painting her freckled cheeks, and the way her eyes were darker than usual, her pupils wide with...

Could it be?

"But you… All you said down there, Six, ‘bout how irresistible you think I am, an' all you said you wanted to do to me, if you had the chance… well, let’s just say it’s like a busted hoover dam down here, alright?”

Your heartbeat picked up in your chest as she gestured between her legs.

She meant it– means it. Wants me…

A curious sound left you as you gulped heavily. A growing heat stirred in your gut, and your cock woke up not a moment later, twitching as it stiffened in your jeans.

“So…?” Cass’s auburn brows rose on her head, and you blinked at her a moment, letting the shock of this whole interaction sink in, and then dissipate before you answered.

“So… I think I’m the luckiest guy in the Mojave, and… fuck, yeah, I’m up to it.”

You were scooching towards your companion before you even finished your sentence, but before you could turn to face her, to wrap your arms around her, to kiss her, to do whatever your still-hazy mind had spontaneously planned, before her movement halted you.

Cass sat up in the bed, thrusting her chest pointedly outwards as her hands hauled the fabric of her flannel off of her completely. Stopping dead in your tracks, you held your body still, waiting for her direction as Cass crawled the last bit over towards you, before moving to straddle your legs between hers on the bed.

“We have quite a bit of time to acquaint ourselves in our travels, but seein’ as we’re both needy as deathclaws in heat right now, figured I’d just get right down to it.”

You nodded, like a love-drunk (and sort of regular-drunk) fool as her hands went to the button and zip of your pants, undoing both without preamble and beginning to haul your jeans and underwear down off of you in one impatient movement. You raised your hips in response, no time for self-consciousness or hesitation before your lower half was completely bare to her.

Cass bit her bottom lip as her gaze dragged up your legs to rest on your quickly-forming erection, swelling as your arousal built up within you-- fucking jump-started and revving at this point-- with her bare breasts jutting out towards you.

“You sure are excited, huh?” Cass threw you a wink that immediately stole the breath from your lungs. Your heart was racing from being exposed like this, from blood quickly rushing down to your cock, and, mostly, from the way she looked above you, her pale, heavy tits just as fantastic as you’d always imagined them, a mix of soft-looking and freckled and maybe just a hint of sharpness to her shapely pink nipples.

They're more perfect than even drunk me could've aptly described.

“Never told me how formidable you were, big boy.” Her voice brought you back to reality as your gaze snapped to her face, and then, her hand was upon you. Her fingers moved lightly, teasingly as she toyed with your cock, examining your girth, the way you swelled and heated against her rough palm, the way the tip leaked and your shaft twitched at the sound of her praise and her light touches.

“Now, that is just as worthy of praise as my tits you was ravin’ about out there. Ravin' like a mad man.” A giggle left her at that, a light, wondrous sound, and as much as you wished to commend her for it, her hand beginning to stroke over you, spreading your pre-cum up and down your cock left little room for you to focus on your words.

“I, ahh... Seriously doubt that, Cass.” You managed to haul out from your strained throat.

Dammit, how you felt like some overexcited boy seeing a Gamora dancer out on the strip for the first time. Three minutes it’s been, maybe, and already you felt yourself reach full hardness, felt the buildup to your release upon you like flies on a dead fiend…

Wow, okay… that visual seemed to slow things down a bit though.

“You…” you tried speaking through it, hoping it’d be distraction enough so you could pace yourself. “You’re worthy of praise, and those…”

Both hands gestured to her chest, at the way her breasts jostled deliciously with every stroke she made with her hand over him.

“They’re honestly like the most beautiful thing I’ve ever seen.”

“I take it yer not much of an ass man, then? Seem partial to these.” Cass shimmied for you again-- knowing the power that particular movement had over you-- her tits bouncing sensually as they glistened from the warmth of the Mojave night, and that of her building pleasure. Your hand flew to where hers gripped your shaft, pulling it away before you could burst from the sight.

“Fuck, not too quick please, I… dammit, I want this to last.” Your voice shook as you held firm to the base of your cock, staving off your release as best you could.

“But…” You managed to try and continue, as you released your hold on yourself. Cass was still grinning smugly at the effect she had on you as she settled back and moved to seat herself upon the floor at the foot of the bed.

“That’s just the thing, Cass, I’m usually more of an ass man, but yours… You just are so… you have–”

“Yeah, fantastic tits, I know. Sheesh, ya just keep sayin’ it, I’m not like to forget anytime soon, cowboy. Now get down here.”

Sitting up yourself, you scooted forward on the mattress until your legs were hanging over the edge, and Cass was kneeling between them.

“Perfect.” Her hand grasped you again, pointing the tip of your cock towards her light pink lips, and you felt your fingers dig, white-knuckled, into the mattress in anticipation.

“Jus’ try hold out a bit for me, will ya? Still need to get off myself.”

Unsure if it was a promise you could viably keep, you nodded to her anyway, and Cass smiled.

She smiled, and then ran her bottom lip over the tip of your cock, before taking the entire head into her hot, wet mouth.

“Jesus, Cass.” Your stomach flexed and hips bucked as she encased your sensitive length between her divine lips, carrying on with her movement over you with pulsing, driving motions that led you to the very back of her lithe throat. “Not too fast, I--ah, I wanna keep my promise.”

She hummed at that, which did not help, but soon after, her mouth pulled off of you with a pop.

You were absolutely soaked with a mix of her drool and your pre-cum, swollen and glistening in the dim, pre-morning light of the musty little room.

“Relax, Six, just gettin’ prepared.” She winked again, and you felt you might swoon.

Oh. ‘Prepared’.

A giddiness fizzed through your whole body at the sound of that.

I only hope I can last.

“If I know what you like, and in this case, I’m sure I do, then this oughta thrill you bunches.”

Curiously, your gaze fell to her, where Cass’s hands now grasped at the fullness of her chest. She rose up a little higher on her knees, and proceeded to slot your stiff erection right within the soft, sweet alleyway of her plush breasts.

“What–?”

Almost immediately, you had your answer to the intended question, as she rose up slightly, letting your sensitive cock drag between her tits until the head was nestled tightly between the pillowy soft mounds, before going back down to the base. She only had to repeat the action a few more times for your breathing to pick up again, for you to feel an inch from blowing your load out and onto her flushed face and chest.

Then, Cass changed tactics, using one hand to pull you from her cleavage and press the tip of your cock to the hard little point of her nipple, drawing small, tight circles with your pre-cum around her areola and stimulating that sensitive place upon herself while giving you quite the eyeful.

Your hands gripped tightly to the mattress as she continued with this action, the stiff peak of her nipple slotting so deliciously against the slit of your cock and sending shockwaves of pleasure jolting up your spasming nerves.

Your jaw clenched painfully as you tried to stave off your orgasm, but damn, if her tits making love to your cock wasn’t enough, her expression could be all on its own. Her half-lidded eyes, her lips slightly ajar as she panted shallowly from the exertion of this arousing act, her vibrant hair falling messily around her shoulders, brushing softly over the skin of her face as she moved.

Cass switched to stimulating her other nipple with your cock, still paying a distinct and overwhelming attention to your little slit, slotting her nub to rub against that leaking opening until you saw flashes of white storm across your vision. You whimpered as the sensations increased, your hips bucking almost violently as you felt your balls tighten up against you, ready to spill– And the wretched woman pulled away, setting her hand upon your cock just the way you had done to stave off your release that first time.

“Fuck… you suck, Cass.” You half-laughed, half-groaned as she grinned so rudely at you.

“Oh, that's not all I do, cowboy." She gave another wink that should've had your cheeks flushing hot with color, but this time you were too focused on not biting your tongue off in frustration to notice it.

"Now, just a little bit more...” Next you knew, Cass had slotted you back between her breasts, pushing them so tightly against your achingly stiff cock as she bounced up and down that your release began to build anew with no fuss at all.

“A bit more for you, and then it’s my turn.”

Your stomach tightened at her words, as your mind raced.

What would you do first? You wondered. Kiss her all over her body? Remove all last bits of clothing upon her before you ran your hands over every nook and cranny of her alluring form until she was a squirming mess? Would you set your mouth upon her sweet folds straight away, diving between those lower lips and licking and laving over her until she had no more orgasms to give?

Your blood ran all the hotter at the thought of it all, and the possibility that you might consider doing all of those at once. The night may be close to over, but y’all had this hotel room for another five hours or so after sunrise. And you planned to fill every damn instant of it.

“F-fuck, Cass, please…” You groaned out her name, and instead of changing pace, of stopping or moving away, she pressed together harder, your aching, leaking cock snug between those breathtaking tits as they engulfed you in their pillowy softness, and you spilled your release messily against her skin with a loud groan.

Cass continued thrusting her tits against you as your body shook upon the mattress, your breath coming in gasps and your hips bucking wildly of their own accord as you spurted milky, white cum all over her chest, her breasts, her chin, until finally, it was over, and your body collapsed back on the bed with one final sigh.

You heard a fond sort of sound from Cass as she stood up, still covered in the evidence of your love for her, your appreciation for her incredible body, and began to remove her pants.

“Alrighty there, Six. Ya got yours, right?”

You nodded vigorously, a ‘did I ever?!’ seeming a bit overbearing and over-enthusiastic for the mood you two had established.

“Right then…” Now gloriously nude as the day she was born, Cass climbed onto the bed, and you felt your heart leap as she readily swung one leg over you, and made to rest the soaked folds of her picturesque pussy right over your waiting, still-gasping mouth.

“My turn.”

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