#so much goose flesh everytime

[mizutsugi]

Hiii!

May I please request a Hannibal x reader fic, preferable female or gn where the reader is a full-on insomniac. Reader is a full-on workaholic (literally can be anything, author, painter, lawyer, idk) so when they start staying over at Hannibal's every now and then, the first time he wakes up to reader no being in bed is SCARY for him. Because what if she's snooping around his house and finds his basement?

Anyway, it just turns out she's in the dining room, bathed in the bright blue light of her computer screen working. So Hannibal needs to coax her back to bed.

Thank youuuu

3 am 💻 (hannibal x reader)

↳request!

↳word count: 1,439

↳cw: sfw, gn reader, mentions of taking a pill

↳a/n: gahhh wait! i see your vision!!! i feel like he would act chill but be freaking tf out on the inside... thank you so so much for your request! hope you like :) <3

Your relationship with Hannibal had grown to the point where, after a hardy dinner with an endless supply of rich wine that slowed your senses, he would urge you to stay the night instead of drive home. He was still a gentleman, and would occasionally offer to drive you back, but after he really took a liking to you there was no point. You also would make no effort to argue with spending another night in his downright luxurious king size goose feather bed with pressed silk sheets, huddled up against his warmth. 

Tonight, you were wrapped up in said silk sheets like a cocoon, back pressed to Hannibal’s chest as he slept soundly. You could feel the gentle push of his chest everytime he took a small breath, and it was quite comforting. What wasn’t comforting, though, was the fact that you were wide awake at- you glanced over your shoulder at the bedside table, peering at the digital clock- 3:28 am. You sighed. You sometimes grappled with insomnia, and as a defense lawyer you knew your time was never truly your own. Your mind would usually race with thoughts about checking your inbox, peeling over your current cases, and researching until your mind went numb and eyes couldn’t physically remain focused. You absolutely adored your job and the opportunity it gave you to represent the law, something so incredibly important to you, but at the same time… you knew that your career choice came with a price (outside of law school tuition). 

You couldn’t keep your current case, in particular, out of your mind. Your endless stream of thoughts were urging you to rush to your laptop downstairs and re-examine the file of evidence for your client. You realized that, despite how impossibly warm and comfortable you felt in your cocoon of expensive and amazingly soft sheets, you had to get up and go through your documents. You weren’t getting sleep anyways, right? Might as well make the lost time worth it.

You slowly, ever so delicately, slid out of bed, making extra sure not to wake Hannibal. You let your feet lightly graze the floor before stepping down, walking on the tips of your toes out of the bedroom. You slightly shivered at the cool air beyond the cozy bed, feeling goosebumps rise in your exposed flesh. You made your way quietly out of the room, then down the staircase praying that his old Baltimore home wasn’t too creaky. Luckily for you, it wasn’t, and you were able to fumble your way through the dark house before landing in the kitchen, cold tiles beneath your soles. You flicked on a lamp on the far side of the kitchen aisle, where you had (rather strategically) left your laptop. You hopped on to one of the leather barstools and opened the lid of your computer, feeling the harsh white light of the screen on your unadjusted eyes. You squinted, quickly typing in your laptop before breathing a sigh of relief at the sight of all the files you needed already being open in separate tabs. You worked for a while, scanning through each document thoroughly and pulling up a separate page to write all your notes in. 

About 20 minutes later, Hannibal had stirred awake. He immediately felt the cold of the room, and almost instantly noticed the lack of your presence in his bed. He could see the faintest of golden light peeking through the exposed doorway, and he knew you were up. He was always worried this moment would come- a night where you didn’t drink enough to knock yourself out into a deep sleep, and your naturally curious nature would lead you to hopping out of bed and rummaging around his house. You weren’t rude in the slightest, obviously, so you wouldn’t be doing it to be nosy. Maybe you wanted a glass of water, but found that the tray was out of ice and you needed to get another tray from the freezer in the basement. Maybe you would hear something down there and get worried, and would follow the sound down into a place you were never supposed to see. Though he had intentions of letting you know him completely one day, it wasn’t to be a day anytime soon… especially not while you still served the court of law. 

He was torn between what to do. The last thing he wanted to do was harm you- he had truly grown fond of you- but if you found the skeletons in his closet, he would simply have no choice. His appetite would always come first. He stood up and opened his neatly organized beside table, finding a scalpel resting near the edge of the drawer by the handle. He grabbed it and tucked it into the sleeve of his sleep shirt, holding it there discreetly with his palm. He stealthy made his way down the stairs and into the living room, following its path to the source of the light. That’s when he heard something- the familiar sound of you typing away at your keyboard, plastic keys being pressed down at an impossibly fast pace. He took a small breath, composing himself to release his tension. He looked around before glancing at his couch, and tucked the slender blade he was carrying deep into the crevice of one of the smooth cushions before making his way into the illuminated kitchen. 

“Y/N.” He called to you, causing you to nearly jump in surprise. 

“Oh my god, Hannibal…” You clutched a hand to your chest, taken off guard but smiling at his appearance as he stood by the doorway, calmly watching you. “Sorry… I hope I didn’t wake you.”

“Of course not, dear.” He was wearing his classic maroon sleep shirt with dark linen pants, and your heart softened as he offered you a warm smile. “I was merely worried when I heard you on your laptop. It’s nearly four in the morning.” 

“I know, I know…” You said, partly ashamed. You looked back at the page, which was bathing your tired eyes in harsh white littered with tiny black lettering that looked, admittedly, a bit manic and unorganized. “I just couldn’t sleep, and then I thought about work, and…”

“I understand. However, whatever it is, I am sure it can wait for tomorrow morning. I have something to help you sleep.” He stated, watching you as you hesitated, sighing before eventually caving and bringing your delicate fingers to the screen before pulling it down and shutting your laptop. 

You slowly peeled yourself off the tall chair, hissing in pain as your joints creaked at the movement. Hannibal looked at you sympathetically, assured you hadn’t seen anything he needed to worry about, before waiting for you to cross the kitchen and join him. You walked to his side before he wrapped an arm around your shoulder, giving it a few rubs with his slender hands. 

“Let’s get you to bed.” He muttered, walking you back to his room. He allowed you to lean on him slightly as you finally felt exhaustion start to course through your body. He stopped you on the edge of the stairs, and as you swayed slightly with barely open eyes, he swept his hands under your legs and tucked you into his chest, now holding you up with his forearms and making his way up the stairs. You smiled lazily, allowing him to carry your bridal style back to sleep. Man, he’s strong, you thought to yourself. He layed you back down on the plush bed, allowing your limbs to untangle from him and flunk onto the soft fabric beneath you. He climbed in beside you, kicking off his slippers next to the edge of the bed and digging through his bedside drawer for some hydroxyzine to help you stay asleep once you dozed off. He offered you the pill, and you lightly took it from his hand. You placed the pill on your tongue before he held a glass of water to your lips, allowing you to tilt your head back before letting the liquid flood your mouth. You swallowed the pill, and after he placed the glass back down, you snuggled up against him. You pulled yourself into his chest, already feeling 10 seconds away from sleep. He brought his fingers to your delicate cheek, brushing stray strands of hair off it and allowing you to cuddle up to him. Relief came over the both of you for two opposite reasons, but either way, you both were able to contently slip into sleep without any issues this time.

↳a/n: thank you so much for reading! keep them requests coming since i'm home for the holidays...and bored lol

thank you again to anon for the request too!

[bbyquokka]

ever since minnie got his braces off i keep picturing him become more confident with going down on you, and provoking you with his mouth everywhere (like neck kisses in public and making out in front of your friends and and and

my mind just goes blank everytime i think of him sucking my boobs and all

confidence

SMUT BELOW CUT – STRICTLY 18+, MDNI

warnings: fem reader, nipple and breast play, hickies, kissing & making out, oral (f rec) words: 0.6k ~ (651)

something awoke inside of seungmin. since he got his braces off, he's been more confident and daring.

he was worried about kissing you or doing anything sexual to you, scared he would hurt you with his braces. he loves kissing you, suckling on your breasts whilst teasing your swollen clit.

he loves it more than you will ever know because he loves how you tremble underneath him. he adores watching your thighs shake from the burn as your body gets overwhelmed with pleasure. your innocent face stained with tears and drool. your eyes holding nothing but lust and greed from the man between your legs.

his braces did hold him back. he hates to admit it. you're so precious to him that he didn't want to hurt you, no matter how many times you tried to reassure him that it'd be okay, seungmin just refused to budge.

until he finally got his braces off.

you was a little upset about it. you love seeing him smile and seeing his braces, it added to his innocent, dandy look, however, he changed.

his confidence grew. he became more daring. he'd sneak up behind you in public and kiss that weak spot on your neck, the spot that makes your legs buckle from under you. he'd suck on the weak spot, purple bruises forming on your neck.

he became attached to your lips. every second of every minute, he wants a kiss. A small peck here, a small peck there. However, a peck was never enough to feed his hunger.

he needs more, so much more!

“m-minnie.” you manage to say, finally finding the time to briefly pull away from his lips for air.

“come back.” he groans, holding the back of your head gently and pushing you closer to him. your swollen and saliva coated lips meet for nth time, seungmin hungrily kissing and sucking them.

his hands gliding up and down your sides before cupping your breasts. he rolls and massages them in his palms, your own hands tangling in his hair.

“m-min..” you softly moan out. he hums softly, fingers flicking and tugging your nipples. he pulls from your lips, dipping his head low before attaching his lips to your nub.

you let out a soft and throaty groan as you feel his tongue swirl around the nub. he gently sucks before nibbling. he applies enough pressure that makes you feel something but isn't enough that its painful.

your back arches, hips bucking in to his. you grind lazily on him, desperate for something, anything at this point.

he kisses the skin around your nipple, sucking and alternating between the two breasts. he licks, bites, sucks and kisses.

“m-more..” you shakily whisper, tugging at his hair by the roots. he grunts, swiftly removing your panties.

not a second sooner, his head is buried between your legs. his hands holding onto your thighs, fingers digging into the soft flesh. his tongue laps at your entrance, a throat moan of content muffled as your taste coats his taste buds.

“good.. so good – fuck.” Seungmin pants. his fingers dig deeper into your skin, leaving gentle bruises behind. he licks one long strip from entrance to clit, sucking and lapping on it before gently nibbling.

he glances up at you through his lashes, loving the way your body is squirming, swollen lip caught between your lip as your chest rises from your laboured pants. your skin is coated in a thin layer of sweat, eyes squeezed shut.

“minnie, minnie please don't stop. fuck, so good. you're doing so good, min.”

his body shivers, goose bumps rising on his skin. he wants to take you right here, right now but he wants to devour you first, turn your mind into mush with the power of his mouth and tongue.

“i love watching you behave like this y/n, i cannot wait to devour you even more.”

note: sry it took so long, but i hope you enjoy this! thank you for sending and for also being the first seungmin thought! tell me what you think here! i'd love to hear your thoughts ‹3

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[sparklingchim]

fiery mornings; m | pjm

pairing: jimin × reader

word count: 3k

genre: smut, fluff, established relationship, idol!jimin

warnings: swearing, fingering, protected sex, some breast play

summary: waking up with jimin, but add a little spice to it 🌶

a/n: hello lovely people! i didn't proof read this because it's almost midnight for me now and i'm really tired but luckily tomorrow is saturday 😴 i hope you like it! and have a good morning, day, evening or night❤ i'm heading to bed now💤

masterlist

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The sun peeking through the curtains and encasing the room with crumbs of light is what wakes you up.

These stupid blinds - that you hated as soon as you slept over at Jimin's place for the first time - were not doing their job properly. The sun overflowing his room every damn morning woke up everytime. You'd like to get more sleep because - let's not lie - Jimin and you don't go to sleep very early with both your needy and touchy hands when you lay in bed at night time. However, Jimin didn't care about your aversion against the blinds - he wasn't the one waking up due to them though... - and said something about them looking cozy and domestic.

You really tried to erase the thought of just ripping them down and buying him some new ones that don't let any sunlight shine so annoyingly in the room, but you hold back. But it's really tempting...

You stretch your arm to the nightstand, tapping on your phone to see what time it is. 7 am? Oh, how bad you want to rip these blinds off.

Nonetheless, the warmness of the sheets that you're both tucked under and Jimin's body radiating a comforting glow around you makes you stay in bed.

Jimin's arm is loosely wrapped around your stomach, his body pressed against you from the back. You glance back at him, his nose pressed against your spine and eyes still closed. Your heart softens at that doting sight, seeing him innocently sleeping. No worries in his mind, but only disguising his features in a tranquil state. Jimin is finally able to gett as much rest as he wants and needs after coming home from the tour.

You push some strands of his hair that are falling into his face away. The need to place kisses all over his puffy adorable face looms inside you, but you stop yourself from doing that, so you don't ruin his peaceful slumber that he's currently in.

Instead you could prepare some breakfast for him, so when he decides do wake up he has a delicious meal prepared for him. You think of some dishes that you could cook even though just staying in bed with him felt more enticing which also leads you to grab your phone despite your original plan to get up and start cooking breakfast. But there was no need to rush, Jimin won't wake up for approximately three more hours.

As you take your phone from the night stander you suddenly feel Jimin's grip on your stomach tighten. He lets out some displeased grunts, like a little child not pleased with something. You softly smile, rubbing soothing strokes with your thumb on his arm that's wrapped around you. Jimin nuzzles his face deeper into your back, sighing out in satisfaction.

God, he is so adorable.

You occupy yourself with your phone, checking social media and maybe salivating at some pictures from Jimin that you come across.

20 minutes pass, before you decide that it's time to start the day and prepare some breakfast for your boyfriend who still snoozes behind you, gaining all of his energy back after working so hard for months.

But then you feel something.

Eyebrows scrunched together, you try to make out what could possibly be poking you in this cuddly bed.

Oh.

Only spending a second on looking out for an answer to your oblivious question, you find the possible solution for that.

Jimin early-glory made it's appearance by being pressed against your butt, letting you feel his hard muscle.

Yeah, it was definitely about time to get up.

But when you prop myself up on your elbow, still laying on your side, you hear a muffled complaining sound behind you. To emphasize his need, Jimin's hold tightens on your belly again, just like he did before, though this time you actually attempted to leave the bed.

You squeeze his arm lightly to beguile him into letting you go. ,,I'm gonna make us breakfast, Minnie," you say whispering, tilting your head sideways, so you're able to look at Jimin. His eyes remain close, only parting is plump lips to mutter a little 'no'. You sigh out, head falling back onto the pillow. ,,It's not gonna take long," you try to convince him, even though the dishes you plan to cook would take a bit longer than normally.

,,Stay with me." Jimin's hoarse and raspy voice uttering its first full sentence this morning.

Then you seek to wiggle yourself out of his embrace, but it's pointless, because letting you go isn't even up for a debate in Jimin's mind.

,,Then there's no breakfast for you," you utter in defeat. Jimin doesn't answer, suddenly placing soft kisses over the crook of your neck. His sudden sweet kisses cause goose bumps spread all over your body, the tingling feeling automatically relaxing you, although laying in bed with Jimin is already so calming.

,,I'm only hungry for you right now," he says. Your cheeks flush at that cheesy comment, but luckily he can't see your reaction towards his words, knowing he would be smirking and teasing the shit out of you. Jimins usual cute and endearing way of waking up is vanished and instead he pulled out his charms to make you melt for him.

Jimins hand traces over your clothed stomach, heading down to you leg to stroke his fingers up to your thigh, pushing his shirt that you're wearing slightly up. His feather light touch induces shivers down your spine. The accentuating tension effects your whole composure, evoking you into pushing your ass back onto his bulge which results in Jimins body stiffening behind you. The impetuous act caught him off guard, but he relishes in the satisfying friction, coaxing him into the blissful thrill he was all too familiar with.

,,You want this?" Jimins tone was low, turning you on even more.

,,Yes, please," you beg, grinding your ass on his hard length. You both breath heavily, the pleasure building in a fast pace.

Soon your pussy burns in need, desiring to be filled with his huge cock. Your movements of his dick gliding through your clothes pussy makes your wetter by the seconds. It doesn't require much till Jimin has enough of the teasing rubbing and shoves the comforter away from your bodies.

,,I love you," Jimin murmurs, placing little kisses over your neck once again. He gently sucks at your skin, only for a brief moment though, not wanting to cause a mark on your flesh before he darts his tongue out and licks over the slightly flush skin.

,,I love you too," you reply breathless. You don't stop your ministrations. You can't desist when the sensation of his cock was getting you so riled up, brewing you into so much pleasure. Last night you were sceptical when Jimin didn't put on any clothes after your little rendezvous, but it really had its perks having him naked behind you.

Jimin hand wanders further, fingers toying with the side of your panty. Once his fingers get a hold of the thin material, he pushes them down in a swift motion. You help him to get the panties completely off and toss them away with your feet. Jimins hand lifts your leg up a bit, his hand hovering over your warmth, but not attempting to do anything yet. You fuss beneath him, craving his touch.

,,Are you sore from last night?"

,,No." You are. But not too much and your mind is too clogged up with the anticipation that builds for the pleasurable feeling Jimin is able to give you.

,,You're sure?"

,,Yeah, please touch me."

At your wish Jimins finger rubs up and down over your slit, coating his finger with my arousal. A little moan escapes your mouth. You enjoy the feeling of his digit touching your slick folds, gathering all your juices. When you feel his thumb circling your swollen sensitive bud, your legs tremble and you sink your teeth into your bottom lip. Jimins index finger makes it way into your entrance. Your aching walls immediately clench around it, acting as needy as ever.

,,Shit," Jimin curses under his breath. ,,You're always so ready for me, baby." How could you not when a men like that was laying next to you in bed?

You let out a strangled moan when he plunges another finger inside you, his pace slow but steady. Jimin crooks his fingers, hitting that lovely spot every time he shoves his fingers back inside your quivering hole.

,,Just like that," you pant, your hand gripping his arm between your legs. Jimins fingers pick up on speed, your moaning spurring him on.

It doesn't take a lot of time till he gets you at that certain point, the familiar knot in your stomach growing quickly. Your body chases after your high, but you desperately want to cum on his cock, so you squeeze his arm gently and Jimin slows his pace.

,,I- I want to cum on your cock," you manage to say and he stops moving his fingers, withdrawing them after. Your body instantly misses the penetration and you whine at the loss of contact.

,,Shh, I'm gonna give it to you, baby," he soothes you, propping himself on his arm to slightly hover over you. You shift your head to see his awaken state for the first time that morning.

Jimins hair hangs into his forehead again, a tired but sincere smile on his face and his eyes puffy from his sleep. A smile immediately appears on your lips at when you look into his loving eyes, his whole being radiating so much comfort and contentment.

With Jimin you felt like it was you final destination. There was nothing else in this world that could give you more than what he was capable of giving you. Nothing in this world could compare to Jimins love. His love was tightly swathed around you and never vanished since the day you both knew that the tension between you was more than just a friendship. No day would pass in which he wouldn't jostle all his adoration to you and show you how much you meant to him. Jimin could never get tired of showering you in all the devotion he has allocated for you, he loved you after all.

You lace your fingers through his soft hair and for a few seconds it stays like that, pushed back on his head, but then it falls down onto his forehead again. Jimin stays still and watches how you play with his hair, until he can't prolong his desperate need to get some friction on his throbbing cock.

,,Can your grab a condom?" he asks and pecks your forehead briefly. You nod and quickly turn to the nightstand on your side, fishing a condom out of the drawer. You hand it to him and rips the package, doing fast work in wrapping the plastic around his member and tossing the useless package somewhere behind his back.

Jimin preps a few kisses on your jawline, making his way to your lips and every so gently capturing your mouth into a tender kiss. You share a passionate and slow kiss together, savouring the moment of being together again after being apart for months. He dips his tongue in, both of your wet muscles tangling tighter.

When you both need to break the kiss, Jimin doesn't intend to go for another, but raises your leg higher and alignes the tip of his cock on your entrance.

,,Oh my God," you breath out.

Jimin slides his cock up and down your folds, gathering your arousal before he's back on your entrance, slowly pushing in. He breathes heavily, your tight walls latching onto his cock so securely. The more his thick length sinks inside your needy warmth, the presence of the soreness from yesterday night makes itself perceptible. Jimin stretches your walls till he's completely buried inside of you. He stills once he's balls deep in, giving you time to adjust to his size.

,,You're good, baby?" he makes sure, looking you in the eyes. You nod slowly, the feeling of his dick being completely in making it hard to let out any words.

When there's still no attempt of moving from Jimin, you tap his arm that has a hold of your leg in the air. ,,Go on please," you whisper, needing to feel his deep thrusts.

After he hears your wish, desperation lingering in your voice, Jimin bottoms out till only his tip is left inside, but quickly pushes back again. The longing feeling finally getting stilled with his tangy thrusts. Jimin continues his movements, his hips snapping faster and faster from behind you and you just feels so good.

,,Lift your leg for me," he instructs, before leaving his hold on your leg to slide his fingers under your - well, technically his- shirt and palms your breast. Jimin pinches and rolls your nipples between his digits, coaxing louder moans out of you. He furrows his eyebrows, you sweet tones prodding him more on. He relishes in the fact that he is the one making you feel this way, making you moan so sweetly for his hear only. Jimin lets out breathy moans, his pace rapid and hard.

Your hand wanders around his neck, tucking at his hair and he answers with soft groans. Then you push the back of his head closer to yours, pressing your lips against his plush ones and kissing him hungrily. You feel yourself getting closer, you're body reaching your high in a short span of time. Of course Jimin feels it, your walls clenching around his member and greedily wanting to milk him are way too obvious. You retract from the kiss, shutting your eyes close when all the sensations overcome you. Jimin lets go of your breast to nestle his hand between your thighs and soon you feel his thumb circling on your clit.

,,Cream all over me," Jimin murmurs.

The added pleasure on your sensitive bud makes you mewl, biting your lip really hard.

The slick sounds of your pussy getting hammered by Jimins cock and his skin slapping against yours fill the room. Combined with your moans and his breathy sound, makes you so much hornier and all you want to do is to cum around his big cock.

,,I'm- I'm gonna cum!" you warn him, the knot in your stomach getting so close to finally snap.

,,Me too," he pants, his thrusts going faster.

Jimins length kisses your cervix every time his hips shoot back into you. ,,Shit, look at me."

Your head instantly tilts to him, meeting his eyes that were already locked on your face. Your eyebrows knit together, the sharp thrusts of his body making you so close to reach your end. Jimin sinks his teeth into his plump bottom lip, never breaking the intense eye contact with you. Fuck, he looked so hot and stunning.

After a few more hard and deep thrusts, your climax approaches and your hand wanders to his shoulder, digging your nails into his skin. Your legs start to tremble and his hand that was playing with your clit, leaves the wet place to hold your leg up when you have trouble keeping it high because of all the  sensations shooting in your body.

,,Jimin!" you cry, heavy pants following.

It doesn't take long for him to come undone too - only a few thrusts later he spills his cum into the condom, making you feel the way he twitches your quivering hole. Jimin groans loud and nuzzles his face into the crook of your neck, letting go of holding my leg up. And just like that you both lay there - breathing heavily, bodies fully spent and coming down from your high.

Jimins hand wander to your face, cupping your cheek and rubbing soothing strokes with his thumb on your flush skin. He plants a few kisses on your neck, whispering sweet nothings into your ear. Your body tingles, his breath fanning over your skin creating goose bumps over it.

Ever so slowly he bottoms his now softened length out of your walls, your sensitiveness causing you to shiver.

,,It's okay baby, I've got you," he coos, giving your cheek a peck.

You turn around, now laying on your back and looking into his brown orbs. They have this beautiful glisten in them, making me feel like I'm safe when I'm with him. His eyes are full of love. And he could say the same to you.

You both exchange some more smooches here and there, being all cuddly and acting like you didn't already say I love you for a hundred of times in the past already. Your heart flutters every time he says something sweet, grazes his fingers over your skin or plasters sweet kisses all over you.

After some time Jimin stands up, discarding the condom in a bin and throws some boxers on. Then he grabs tissues and comes back to the bed, digging his knee on the mattress and spreading your legs. He tugs your shirt up to clean you and when Jimin is done with that  he pushes the white fabric down again.

,,I'm definitely not gonna prepare breakfast now," you say when he turns around to get rid of the dirty tissue.

,,I can do it," Jimin answers, turning to you again. His abs were on full display and you can't prevent yourself from looking at his firm chest before looking into his eyes again.

,,Mhm, you can?" you cock an eyebrow.

,,You don't think I'm able to make the same breakfast as you?" he asks back.

,,Of course I think you can to it, babyy," you  tease him and giggle after he furrows his eyebrows, an angry pout displayed on his lips.

,,I'm gonna show you," he says competitively and leaves the room, making his way to the kitchen.

And yes, he did indeed show you.

In fact, he showed you the burned rice he attempted to cook.

[rainbowkittyblossomwings]

So I don’t want to get into a huge retrospective of how 2020 was for me, because it’s personal and I think we can all agree things have been bad. So instead I’d like to talk about great video games I got into in 2020!!! These games didn’t necessarily come out in 2020 just things I discovered and I’d like to talk about my top 10 faves

1.       The first best video game I discovered in 2020 is the entire Trails Series (I played all of them in 2020, cold steel, ao, zero, and Sky). Initially I played Cold Steel 1 because my friend told me it was like “Playing Code Geass the anime”. The story was pretty easy to get into of a guy going to military school and you’re placed in the special class for commoners and nobles when there’s a huge class divide in your country. From there it had some basic anime tropes like a dating simulator like thing and various cliched characters, like the tsundere, the guy who’s trying to get everybody to work, the music kid, and the noble, you know?

But Cold Steel wasn’t cliché in the least bit. I played it after surgery recovery so I was in a lot of pain and out of my mind, but each character had depth, the entire world was fleshed out and after each game more of the story and the villains were revealed, secret robot technologies were given to the main characters and they slowly became more and more powerful after that.

I wanted to know more and more about the world so I played the first series trails in the sky and the Japanese only series, Zero and Ao, and they were even better. Not only that but in this JRPG there were canon gay characters that had traits to their character besides “I’m gay.” There were a lot of lesbians for me to pick and choose between as faves.

Not only that but I find none dating sim video games difficult cuz I get easily frustrated and rage quit. Cold Steel was turn based combat and never made me feel like rage quitting because they had a function called “Retry but easier” where if you died you could start the same battle but make it easier. That made it so I only had to die five or so times on things I was really stuck on and then I could move on with the story. And the game never felt like a grind fest and I could make the game faster in combat.

This series I may have discovered in 2020 but it’s become just as beloved to me as any other series. It’s one of my faves.

2.       My second favorite game in 2020 was 13 sentinels : Aegis Rim. I love time travel so much and everytime a new time travel anime or game comes out I get super excited. Aegis Rim was a game that had all sorts of cool tropes, like time travel, memory loss, androids, different realities, and psychic dreams and it just sounded cool. Not only that but there were 13 different protagonists to play and I had seen it reviewed in LGBT+ articles, saying it had a canon gay character and a canon nonbinary character! It was a very fun game and part of the story followed a point and click formula and the other half followed a kinda strategy blowing up giant robot monsters formula, and I enjoyed it. Also the music and the art was amazing.

3.       The House in Fata Morgana was my third favorite game I discovered in 2020!!! It was a visual novel I had gotten in 2019 but never started because “They didn’t have anime eyes so IDK if it’ll be interesting.” I had seen a lot of horror visual novel people review it though with stellar reviews. I ended up playing it when I was sick and man was it an amazing story. It gave me a lot of respect for people who write short stories that wrap up nicely, and a lot  of the characters were flawed but I really enjoyed reading their stories.  The story was pretty basic in the beginning of a maid telling you several different stories of the previous owners of the mansion she worked in, and the tragedies that befell them throughout her time there, and I really liked the sort of tragedy feel. One of the stories reminded me of Greek tragedies like Oedipus, and as the story got deeper and deeper and connected plot threads of the previous owners it became very cool. Also the game was very LGBT+ friendly with trans and bi characters and possibly an aro character too???

4.       Hades was my fourth favorite game in 2020!!! A lot of people have already talked about Hades before and what it’s about but I’d like to talk about why I liked it. As mentioned before I have a problem with video games that rely on skill. I get so frustrated that I either start yelling or crying because I don’t believe that the muscle memory will ever get into me or that I’ll ever be good enough to get past the hard part. It’s incredibly distressing and it makes me feel bad because I’m like “why can’t I do a simple thing other people can easily do?” Hades is one of the few games that taught me that eventually I will succeed, and the muscle memory will come to me. As you probably know Hades has god mode which increases your damage resistance every time you loose. I got to the max god mode very quickly of 80% and for about 10 runs even that wasn’t enough to beat the first boss and I was incredibly frustrated. I was like “they should have raised it to 90% cuz if even their worst players couldn’t beat the boss on easy mode then they’re missing out.” But as people have probably told you, Hades rewards failure. Each run you learn a bit more and get better skills and friendships with people due to grinding. And eventually I stuck to it and beat the first boss, and then all the other bosses. The muscle memory finally hit and I beat Hades and got the true ending and I’m really glad the developers made it accessible enough that even the worst players could beat it and I’m glad they rewarded failure.

5.       My next favorite is Chaos;Child, which wasn’t made in 2020, but I did discover it in 2020. It’s another horror visual novel but by the people who did Steins;Gate. I absolutely adore Steins;Gate because of the time travel so I was curious about the other games in the series. Everyone said Chaos;Child was the murder mystery of what Steins;Gate did to time travel and they were right. It was a psychic murder mystery story and although it was very gorey it was very fun and I really liked the characters

6.       Sixth favorite was Café Enchante a new otome dating sim released in 2020! You run a coffeshop for monsters basically and I adored it!!! I was a little worried before I got it that it would be boring because what kind of plot can you make in a coffeeshop? But it was very cute and I loved the monsters and the lore. Despite my misunderstanding the entire game did not take place in the coffeeshop and instead went into various monster worlds and expanded on the lore of each world in each route. The art was wonderful and I just love fake monster lore about Fae and beasts and angels and stuff and it was just a wonderful game and is one of my new fave otome titles.

7.       I played Ai: the somnium files in 2020! I knew it would be a favorite of the year because it was made by the same people who did the zero escape series. It had a very different tone of the zero escape series of course, instead of being about psychics it’s about the inner workings of the mind. You play a detective going into people’s psyche’s to try to catch a murderer basically. It reminded me a lot of ID;invaded an anime that I think came out this year? Anyway it was a cool story and I liked the graphics but I did not like the timed missions. Without a guide I would have died.

8.       The dark horse of 2020 was Untitled Goose Game. I did not expect to get it but my friend gifted to me and I hadn’t played it yet. And as everyone can tell you it’s just a fun time harassing people as a goose. It has 2 player mode so my sister and I played it together and it was great. I liked feeling like grand theft robbers and saying “BOOK IT” as we stole people’s stuff.

9.       My ninth favorite game I played in 2020 was Little Busters! It’s by the same people who did Clannad so I knew I would be crying by the end. Clannad’s team is known for their great story telling and heart wrenching characters. It’s about a team of friends who start a baseball team and then it gets sad and time loop-y from there. I played Clannad too in 2020 but it was a little too homophobic for me to let it make it to this list and I don’t remember any homophobia in little busters, so little busters gets its spot.

10.   Finally we get to Persona 5 Royal. I didn’t play much of the original persona 5 besides at my friends apartment so I was able to finally have a copy of this game on my own!!! I loved the idea of going into mean people’s minds and changing their hearts so they could understand the wrong that they did, it was just a good concept. I also loved that Persona 5 royal added a safety mode so you can loose and yet not die. It was a great game of 2020 and it only makes it so low because I spent way too many hours on it (135) and it was a great amazing game that I loved and enjoy talking about but would not replay because it’s just so long and I’m not quite sure what would be different on  replay. Also I’m sad that you can’t date the boys because I love them. They are good beans. Either way though I’d recommend it if you haven’t played before and it was very fun, and still one of the best games of 2020.

If you want me to talk about any of these games in more depth instead of just a short review tell me!!!

[takesomet]

The Princess (m/f nsfw)

‘Mwahahahahahaha’ he cackled ‘ Finally Princess, I have you right where you belong and no meddling Hero will stop me this time.’

The Princess thrashed in her chains. This was the fifth time the Villain had kidnapped her this year. She would really have to discipline her Royal Guard after she was rescued. No matter, the Hero would rescue her, he always did.

‘You evil Villain! You know the Hero will be here soon to rescue me. Give up already!’ She thrashed about again in her chains. Her arms bound above her head and her feet in a set of stocks. The Villain had removed her royal dress to leave her in just her silk bra and panties.

‘Not today Princess!’ he replied ‘This time you are mine forever!’

Meanwhile

The Hero had been told that the Princess had been kidnapped (again), and had leapt into action. Mounting his horse he was speeding off in the direction of the Villains lair, Doom Castle.

Back at the castle

‘Now Princess, I understand you are upset by my methods, but you can be free if you just confess one tiny thing.’ he said

‘And what’s that?’

‘Oh, just your eternal and undying love for me.’ he grinned.

‘You foul fiend never!’ came her defiant response.

The Villain paused and said with a wry smile,

‘I was hoping you would say that.’

He moved closer to her bound body, she attempted to move away but to no avail. He motioned towards her bare feet. They were pampered and perfect, soft and plump.

‘Tell me Princess, are you…’ he paused for effect ‘...ticklish?’

No, not the tickle torture, anything but that! Her mind raced, why did he tickle her everytime he captured her. She couldn’t stand it. Still she had to be brave, the Hero would be here soon.

Meanwhile

The Hero could see Castle Doom, a fiendish palace of evil surrounded by think vines. Inside the castle were deadly traps and monsters to slay. This wouldn’t be easy but it would be no match for someone as noble as him. He swung his sword at the first vine.

Back at the Castle

With slow menace he moved his fingers towards her feet. She looked on in horror as his nails moved closer and closer. His finger grazed the softness of her sole. It took all she had not to burst in fits of giggles. She had to hold on. He lazily dragged his finger up and down her right foot, zig zagging around her sole. She held her composure, she had to resist.

‘Cootchie cootchie coo Princess’ he whispered.

That did it. She burst into a fit of laughter, unable to hold back anymore. The Villain smiled as he ran his fingers all over her soles. Her feet danced in ticklish agony as they tried to escape his cruel fingers.

‘Tickle tickle, it looks like we have a very ticklish little Princess’

She tried to escape but the chains were too strong and his tickles too teasing. Sapping away her strength. She had no choice but to laugh.

The Villain increased his assault on her beautiful soft soles, a lifetime of pampering and royal service has ensured that her feet were pristine and sensitive. He began to wiggle his evil nails between her toes. He heard her cackle. Her resistance already beginning to fade. He scratched at her soles and watched her feet dance for his pleasure. She was all his. All he wanted in his hands. He focussed on his task. Letting her laughter wash over his senses.

‘Mercy hahahehehehehe hahahhehe oh goodness mercy hahahhehe’ The Princess pleaded, her cries lighting a fire in her torturer’s soul. He moved in and took her toes in his mouth. Warm and wet the Princess was caught off guard. She howled in laughter and tried to move her toes out of his cruel mouth. She failed.

Meanwhile

The final vine had been slain. The doors to the castle lay ahead of him. Finding his breath he moved forward. The vines had grown since his last visit. They had proven a tough challenge. The door was unlocked. As he opened it he heard the ‘Twang’ of a bow, he ducked as the arrow whistled past his head. Drawing his sword he prepared for combat.

Back at the Castle

The Villain had moved himself behind the bound damsel. Standing directly behind her he brought his hands up to her exposed and vulnerable armpits. He heard her hold her breath as she awaited the onslaught. Sensing this he waited. He wiggled his fingers centimetres over her flesh. She began to shake, he leaned in closer and whispered in her ear

‘I’m going to tickle you Princess, right there in your armpits. I hear it’s a bad spot. Are you ready for the tickles?’ He coo’d.

He kept up the suspense. Moving ever closer to tickling her. She began to thrash her head from side to side. It was too much.

‘JUST GET ON WITH IT ALREADY!’ she screamed.

‘With pleasure.’ came the reply.

He buried his fingers into her tender pits and began to scratch and tease the soft flesh. He reaction was instantaneous. Deep belly laughs as the sensations overpowered her resistance. He wriggled his fingers and felt her body try and escape. Bringing her close again he whispered in her ear.

‘Tickle tickle little Princess, it sounds like it’s unbearable. What a shame. Are you just too ticklish there? You know you can make all this stop, all this torture, all you have to do is confess your love for me.’ He was grinning like the Cheshire Cat.

Through the cackles and the laughter a spark of defiance arose.

‘NEVER!’ she screamed .

‘Very well princess, you leave me no choice.’ He raked her armpits faster and she throw her head back in ticklish despair.

Meanwhile

With a heroic flourish he despatched the last of the attacking goblins. His final blow separating the goblins head from his neck. During its final moments it seemed to try to tell him something. Probably plead for mercy.

‘Back to the Pit foul demon!’ he roared as the newly vacated head rolled onto the floor. That was a good one, he thought, pity no one had been around to hear it. He made a mental note to say it again when he recounted his adventures to Dungeon Crawlers Monthly (A free dungeon walkthrough inside every issue!)

He moved on, as mist began to rise, he realised he was heading into the Maze of Horror.

In the Villain's Lair

‘You foul demon!’ she said, whilst gasping for breath. ’Does your evil know no bounds?’

‘No actually.’ Came his response as he moved his hands down to his ribs. ‘Ready for the next round?’

‘ No no no no no ahahahahrheheheeeheheheheh!’ she cried in desperation as his hands began to explore her ribs. Poking and scratching, making sure to count every single one. She was so exhausted she could barely move at this point. Only laugh and cackle as the torture was applied to her body.

He began to laugh himself as he realised that she was completely at his mercy, unable to resist his teases. He moved his hands round to poke and wiggle his fingers over her navel. She squealed again as a new area was tortured. He was having so much fun.

‘Tickle tickle Princess, cootchie cootchie coo! Someone has a ticklish belly! All you have to do if confess.’ She was too weak to even respond.

He let her catch her breath. Pulling out his dagger he quickly cut away at her bra and her breasts fell free. He moved round to admire her.

‘HOW DARE YOU! I AM A PRINCESS YOU HORRIBLE VILLAIN!’ She yelled at him, trying to conceal the fact she was blushing deeply.

He bowed low.

‘ I am truly sorry Princess. What a tragic accident to have befallen you. You are quite the state. Let’s see if we can clean you up a bit.’

Moving over to a table in the corner of the room he opened a drawer. From it he produced two soft goose feathers. The Princesses eyes widened. She began to plead, beg, swear, anything but that.

He couldn’t hear her, even if he wanted to. He was transfixed on his prey. Moving closer he brought the feathers up to her tender breasts. He stroked and caressed them with the feathers softness. She screamed. He was in heaven.

He let the feathers dance around her tender skin as she thrashed in vain to escape their kiss. He moved to her nipples and took great delight in watching them stiffen as the feathers teased them. Sawing them gently back and forth the Princess ceased to be coherent as babbled and laughed in tortured agony.

Meanwhile

The Hero rolled out of the way of another incoming boulder. The rocks smashing around him as he made it to the exit of the Maze. There had been some new traps installed since his last adventure here. Rescuing the Princess and stealing… acquiring the Villains gold crown. It had been a profitable adventure.

‘Jehovah begins with an I…’ he muttered under his breath as he dusted away the rubble from his robes and armour.

His last test lay before him. The Never Ending Staircase straight to Villains Lair. An incredible, if not confusing, feat of engineering.

He took the first step. The loot better be worth it.

In the Villain's Lair

Tears streamed down her cheeks as she let out a deep moan. The torture on her nipples was proving too much. She ached and laughed as the Villain showed his skill. He asked her to confess, against herself she refused.

She truly was a gift.

Unsheathing his dagger once more he knelt in front her and cut away her panties and pulled them away. He inspected them.

‘Soaked’ he remarked. The Princess blushed a deep red.

He turned a lever. The cushioned seat she was sat on shifted leaving a hole right in the middle, still supporting the back of her butt and thighs but exposing her sex. Her pussy dripped and pouted in full view of the Villain. He waved the goose feather in front of her.

‘Last chance.’ He threatened.

She hesitated. It had all been too much. But she was a Princess, she couldn’t let him win. She shook her head.

He wasted no time. He moved the feather towards the lips of the pussy and started to caress them. He heard her moan and giggle in need. He dragged the feather up and down as her juices begin to drip. Parting her lips with one hand he moved the feather to tease her clit. It was aching and throbbing for attention he was happy to provide. Her moans depend.

‘Tickle tickle little Princess.’ He said.

Faster now the feather fluttered against her most sensitive spot. Up and down, teasing and tickling her to maddess. She felt it build within her. He could sense it too. Faster still he moved the feather as he watch her pussy pulsate. She began to snatch her breathe when…

... he stopped

‘Oh please please please don’t stop. PLEASE DON’T STOP.’ she begged.

‘You know what to do’ came his reply. As he began to tickle her feet.

‘AHAHAHAHAHAHAHHEHEHEHEHAHAAHHEEHEHEHEHEHEHH PLEASSEEEE HAHAHHEHEHEHEH I LOVE YOU HAHAHAHHEHEHE I LOVE YOUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUU.’

He stopped tickling her and moved close. Looking at her deep brown eyes he spoke again.

‘Do you mean it? He asked.

Through the tears and her flushed cheeks she looked at him. A big beaming smile came over her face.

‘Of course I do you silly goose.’ she said and kissed him passionately. He kissed her long and deep.

7 strokes later she screamed his name.

…

The Hero burst through the door.

‘Back to the Pit foul Demon’ he yelled as he dived into a combat roll. He really liked that line. His sword drawn he looked around…

… an empty room.

Completely cleaned out except for a note on the table. Picking it up it read:

I’m sorry Hero

But your Princess is in another castle.

It had been handwritten. He screamed in frustration as threw the note away and made for the door. He stopped. Picking up the note he studied the handwriting.

Funny, he thought, the Villain has very neat handwriting for one so evil. It was dainty, feminine.

Like it had been written by a Princess…

Epilogue

It had been the second kidnapping that he realised that it had been a little too easy to catch the Princess. Always going to the forbidden forest by herself. The fourth time she walked up to the front door and handed herself over.

They made a plan. He would leave a life of villainy and she would renounce her throne. The Hero arrived and rescued her cutting the plan short.

The fifth time they ran away together. A little cottage by the sea called The Castle.

And you bet they lived happily ever after.

[sinsiriuslyemo]

Hey all! So here’s part 5 of this little diddy. I have part 6 already started, but before that one gets done, I have a few more on that list to finish and post! Hope you’re still enjoying these two as much as I am! Also, just as an FYI- I already have an endgame in mind for this one :) So as crazy as it may get in the next few parts, it’ll be a happy ending.

Sinceriously,

Hero

Part 5

Warmth--both at his back and over his face--was the first thing Rafael became aware of as he roused from sleep. Slowly opening his eyes, he frowned at the morning light coming in through the window. In just a few hours he would have to go back to Boston, which meant leaving the warm cocoon in which he was wrapped at that very moment. The strong arm over his ribcage and across his chest pulled him more firmly against the solid plane of muscles at his back. Rafael’s lips stretched into a smile as he felt the soft, steady billow of Nevada’s breath against his ear. He let sound a barely audible hum and closed his eyes to feel it a moment longer. 

   Moaning as a kiss fell beneath his earlobe, Rafael tilted his head against the pillow to give his lover more access. He shuddered when Nevada’s hand lay flat against his chest and slid down to toy with his nipple. Gently rocking his hips back, Rafael hummed as his ass brushed over his friend’s shaft. He was a little sore, as Nevada had promised he'd be, but the slight discomfort was overshadowed by the lust building in the pit of his stomach as his lover's fingers danced on the skin of his torso, lightly tugging on the path of hair that led beneath the covers. Goosebumps erupted over his flesh as Nevada's lips captured his earlobe and sucked, tongue lazily flicking over the fatty tissue. The attention prompted a response from the muscle below his waist.

   The tip of the law student's tongue touched the edges of his front teeth as he felt his lover's cock grow against the globes of his ass, and Rafael moaned again while he rocked back against it. A smile tugged on one side of his lips, his heart beating against his chest plate and his breath deepening. He wanted more than anything to feel Nevada inside him again, despite the soreness that grew everytime he rolled back against his friend's hardened organ. Turning to face him, Rafael caught the other man's lips with his own, arms going to wrap around Nevada and pull him close. Rafael grunted against his friend's lips when he felt hands on his ass, massaging and squeezing the two globes.

   "Morning," Nevada whispered against the law-student's jaw. "How's your ass?"

   "A little sore...but I'm okay," Rafael answered, reaching between them to wrap a hand around Nevada's appendage as he pressed a kiss to Nevada's shoulder.  Moving his grip up and down the throbbing shaft, Rafael bared his teeth and bit down on the spot he'd just kissed. "I need to suck your cock again."

   Nevada groaned, smiling against Rafael's neck before he rolled onto his back. "Lay this way so I can play with your ass." Propping himself up slightly against the headboard, he bent his knees, one foot flat on the bed while the other pointed towards it to allow plenty of space for Rafael to comfortably position himself.

   It was the law student's turn to moan as he moved so that his feet were hanging off the side of the bed, his body perpendicular to his lovers. Pulling the thick, goose-down comforter aside, he took in the view of Nevada's erection and licked his lips and lowered his head to lap at his lover’s balls, pulling first one into his mouth, then the other. Fingers carded through the hair on the back of his head as another hand lay flat on the small of his back. Rafael groaned, moving to leave a trail of wet kisses along the prominent vein from the base of Nevada’s cock to the tip where he paid special attention to the upside down v beneath the crown. With a gentle smack of his lips, the law student inched higher until he was taking his friend’s weeping cock into his mouth, sucking as he slid down the shaft.

   Nevada groaned, letting his head fall back against the headboard and roll to set his eyes on the plump ass he’d been inside just the night before. The hand on Rafael’s back grazed over skin until it smoothed over the untanned skin, earning a moan from the law student. With a smirk, Nevada lightly squeezed one cheek while the fingers on his other hand curled around Rafael’s hair and guided the law student’s mouth up and down.

   A hum around the top half of his shaft, vibrated along Nevada’s groin, causing his cock to flex as more precum oozed from the slit at the top. “You’re getting really good at sucking my cock, Rafa.”

   The muscles of Rafael’s posterior clenched as his hips ground against the mattress and his lips tried to take more of Nevada’s dick, again ignoring his gag reflex and coughs before he pulled up for air. His eyes were fixed on the throbbing appendage, slick with his saliva as though determined to get it down his throat. Taking it back into his mouth, he bobbed his head up and down leisurely, closing his eyes as he moaned around it. The salty, slightly bitter taste of precum smeared over his taste buds, prompting him to swallow while a finger slid between the globes of his ass cheeks and searching for his opening. His brows furrowed as the digit gently massaged his tender hole and Rafael arched back against it.

   “We don’t have to fuck again if you’re too sore, but I swear to God I’m gonna be thinking about this perfect ass until you come back for another visit,” Nevada purred, earning a whimper from his lover. Moving his head again to stare down at Rafael’s lips surrounding his cock, Nevada groaned, “I’m gonna be thinking about this pretty mouth, too. Fuck, you look so hot right now, baby.”

   The resurgence of the pet name from the night before sent a series of goosebumps over Rafael’s flesh as he added a twist with his head every time his lips slid up Nevada’s shaft.

   “Oh fuck, look at you with tricks,” Nevada teased as he let go of Rafael’s hair and tucked the hand behing his head. His opposite hand squeezed one cheek, pulling his finger away from his friend’s entrance in doing so. 

   Rafael let another mewl sound through his nose as he lifted his ass towards Nevada’s groping hand, silently begging for his friend to put his finger back where it was. His own cock throbbed with need between his hips and the mattress beneath, dripping on the sheets. The desire to feel Nevada inside him again flooded his thoughts as he took more and more of the thick muscle between his lips, feeling the head touch the back of his throat and push against the tight ring there.

   Nevada’s head fell back as a moan blew through his lips. “Oh fuck, yeah, choke on my cock, baby. That’s so good.”

   Rafael coughed hard, lifting his head and looking at the slick appendage with half-mast eyes before turning his head to look up at Nevada as his hand gripped the cock his mouth had just abandoned. “God, your body is so freaking hot. I wanna lick you all over.”

   Nevada tried to bite back a laugh. “Freaking?” he teased, looking down to meet his friend’s green stare.

   “Shut up,” Rafael whispered with a smirk, giving the man beneath him a gentle squeeze as his hand glided up and down his shaft. “Unless you want me to change my mind and just leave you like this--”

   “--Oh fuck, please, no. No, I was kidding, I was just kidding,” Nevada answered quickly, lifting his hips into his lover’s grip.

   “Hm, I think I like hearing you beg, Nevada,” Rafael purred, reaching up to suck one of Nevada’s nipples between his lips.

   “Oh fuck, you asshole,” Nevada groaned in a chuckle, jaw slacked as he panted beneath the law student. Bringing his hand to cup his friend’s face, he pulled him up for a kiss as the hand on Rafael’s ass reared back and swiftly came back down with a sharp smack. 

   Breaking their kiss, Rafael made a path back to the cock in his hand, squeezing some more precum out and licking it off. “I want you to fuck me again.” Without waiting for an answer, he took Nevada back into his mouth with renewed vigor, sucking harder.

   “You keep sucking my cock like that and you’re gonna make come before I can,” Nevada replied with a smirk, gripping his lover’s ass.

   The mere thought of tasting his lover again earned a groan from Rafael as he bobbed his head faster. There was time for Nevada to be inside him again. Right now, he wanted to swallow every drop of essence he could offer. A shudder from Nevada made Rafael smile around him as the hand reached for the soft balls beneath his friend’s shaft. 

   Nevada groaned, throwing his head back against the headboard as his hips began to rock against the law student’s hot mouth. The hand behind his head came to sink his fingers into thick, brown hair and pulled Rafael’s head away from him. 

   Forcing himself to lift his head, he watched Rafael’s lips slide up and down on his slicked shaft as the burning in his belly sunk to his balls, boiling until it began to travel up his cock before it burst from him like a fire hydrant being opened on a hot summer day.

   Moaning at his friend’s taste, Rafael continued to bob his head on the top half of his shaft, syphoning his lover’s seed from his organ and swallowing as quickly as he could, not to waste even a drop. The hand on his ass gripped tighter, earning another groan as he relished the taste of Nevada on his tongue until he was empty. He gradually slowed his movements, trying to prolong Nevada’s orgasm for as long as he could before he let his friend slip from between his lips. 

   Nevada shivered as the law student left soft, wet kisses along his spent shaft, the jolts of aftershocks dancing over his body in gentle ripples as Rafael took his head between his lips once more and softly sucked. His heart pounded in his chest, eyes closed as his breaths came in shallow rushes of air in and out of his mouth. Just as his cock became much to sensitive, Rafael let him go with an audible smack, kissing back up his body.

   “Jesus fucking Christ,” Nevada whispered, the energy from his orgasm still flowing through him in smooth waves as his friend’s lips came to meet his own. Thrusting his tongue into Rafael’s mouth, he groaned when he tasted traces of himself. “You got every drop, didn’t you?” he purred, playfully spanking Rafael’s ass again.

   His friend appeared as though he was about to answer when the smile left his lips suddenly and his cheeks grew pink. “Shit, I think I have to use the bathroom,” he muttered, lowering his eyes.

   “That’s good,” Nevada replied. “Go ahead, I’ll wait for you.” The words were straightforward and yet saturated in deeper meaning as the law student nodded once and pulled himself out of bed, jogging to the bathroom.

   Watching Rafael’s ass bounce with his movements, Nevada sighed as he tried to reign in his emotions as realization hit him like a freight train. In just a few hours from then, Rafael would be getting on a train back to Harvard and it would be months before Nevada would get to see him again. He had to keep himself in check. The reality was simple; Rafael would take his newly-found experiences with him and eventually would likely find another man to satisfy his primal needs. Nevada would likely do the same, though part of him wished that Rafael could be his, and that he could be Rafael’s.

   Letting his head fall back against the headboard with a sigh, he glanced down at his now soft cock, smirking when he saw that his friend had in fact swallowed every last drop of him. A fresh series of goosebumps raised along his arms, nipples hardening against the cool air of the empty room. Sighing again, he rolled out of bed and walked to the bathroom, pressing his forehead against the closed door and shutting his eyes. 

   He wasn’t sure how long he stayed that way before the toilet flushed and a few seconds later, the door opened, a startled Rafael staring back at him.

   “How long have you been standing there?” the law student asked with a quirked brow.

   Nevada smirked. “Not long.” Gesturing with his chin, he stepped into the bathroom. “Shower.” Reaching for his toothbrush, he offered the paste to Rafael, who took it gratefully, squeezing some of the light blue paste onto his finger before he gave it back.

   “Is that normal?” Rafael asked, finger in his mouth in attempts to brush his teeth without a toothbrush.

   “What? Having a shower?”

   Rafael rolled his eyes. “No, going...you know…after...” 

   “Oh, taking a shit?” Nevada asked, brushing his own teeth as he nodded. “Yeah, that’s a good thing.”

   Nodding, Rafael spit and rinsed his mouth and finger before stepping towards the walk in shower. He turned on the water and checked the temperature, adjusting it accordingly when strong arms wrapped around his frame and a pair of lips sprinkled kisses along his neck. The corner of Rafael’s lips curled upward and a sigh blew through his nose as he leaned back against the warm body behind him.

   “You’re awfully affectionate,” he mumbled, closing his eyes when Nevada gently sucked his earlobe. “Never would’ve expected that from you.”

   “Oh yeah, why’s that?” Nevada replied, pulling his friend into the walk in and under the rainfall showerhead.

   “I don’t know, I guess you just don’t seem like the type,” Rafael answered with a disarming smile. “I like it though.”

   Nevada grinned back at him, closing the space between them and pressing his lips firmly against his lover’s as hands reached around to grasp the law student’s back side. “Next time you come home, you should stay here longer.”

   “I don’t want to talk about that,” Rafael whispered against Nevada’s lips. “I just wanna be with you right now.”

   Humming deep in his chest, one hand reached between them, taking Rafael’s half-erect appendage into his hand. “You didn’t get to come yet,” Nevada purred, gently tugging and stroking his cock until he was at full potential. “Want me to use my hand or my mouth?”

   “Mouth,” Rafael whispered, pulling his friend in for a searing kiss before Nevada trailed his lips down the law student’s throat, making a path to his nipples. 

   Getting to his knees in front of Rafael, Nevada kissed his lower belly, wrapping one hand around his lover’s cock to pull it out of his way. He took his time kissing the crease where thigh meets hip until he was pulling Rafael’s balls into his mouth. With a flat tongue, he licked from balls to tip, circling the ridge of the head and ending with a kiss to the underside.

   “I’m gonna miss you, Raf--”

   “--Nevada, shut up,” Rafael whispered in a shudder as one hand took a fistful of his friend’s hair and pushed his cock into Nevada’s mouth. This earned a groan from the kneeling man as the law student rocked against his lover’s mouth, relishing in the heat that surrounded him. “Oh!” 

   Looking down, he met eyes with Nevada, who he could tell was smirking around him. Hands on his ass pulled him closer until Nevada’s nose was pressed against his hips. Rafael cried out when the other man swallowed around him, head falling back and eyes shutting to keep the water out. His body was on fire, the flames seeming to crackle every time he felt Nevada’s throat close around his head as he swallowed over and over.

   “Ohhh,” he shuddered, a jolt hitting his frame when Nevada’s fingers pinched his nipple. “I want you inside me again.”

   Nevada groaned around his friend’s cock as he pulled up until only the tip remained in his mouth, his lust-filled eyes looking up at Rafael. Letting his friend pop from between his lips, Nevada used one hand to keep him stimulated. “I’ll fuck you as many times as you want, baby.”

   “I love when you call me baby,” Rafael whispered as another shiver fell over him. 

   Nevada grinned. “Fuck my mouth, baby.” Wrapping his lips around Rafael’s cock again, he groaned when the law student lay a hand on the back of his head as Rafael began thrusting in and out of his mouth. Reaching down to his own revived erection, Nevada squeezed the head, smearing his precum over a finger on the opposite hand until the digit was slick with his efforts. Reaching a hand back he pulled his friend’s cheeks apart, moaning as the cock in his mouth moved deeper and faster. Using the lubed-up single finger, he circled Rafael’s entrance, waiting until the tight ring began to relax before he gently pushed inside to the first knuckle.

   “OH CHRIST, NEVADA!” Rafael shouted, head falling back as he continued to fuck his friend’s throat. “Please! Please!”

   Pushing his finger in deeper, Nevada carefully curled it inside Rafael and massaged his prostate, earning a loud whimper from the law student. The throbbing cock in his mouth thrust faster as the hand on the back of his head tugged at his hair. As he listened to Rafael bask in pleasure, Nevada thought about how he could spend the rest of life giving his lover orgasms until he never wanted to leave the bedroom again. Tilting his head so that he could look up at Rafael, Nevada wiggled his finger quicker against his friend’s magic spot, eager to taste him.

   “Fuck, I’m gonna--” The primal sounds coming from his friend made Nevada dizzy as with his free hand, he reached to stroke himself in time to the hips thrusting against his face. Rafael’s movements slowed as he growled and filled his lover’s waiting mouth with his release. 

   Greedily swallowing what was offered, Nevada bobbed his head, sucking the warm, white fluids out of Rafael’s cock and swallowing methodically as the digit buried in his friend’s ass gradually slowed, milking Rafael for all he was worth. As he devoured the last of his lover's cum and took him down his throat a final time as he pulled his finger from his back door. Rocking back slowly, he groaned as he let Rafael's cock go and grinned up at him before standing.

   For what seemed like the most blissful eternity, the two of them held one another under the water, hands stroking over every inch of skin they could respectively reach, savoring the utopia that lingered from their earlier activities. Rafael screwed his eyes shut when he felt a sting in them; He was the most happy he'd been in such a long time, and the thought of having to say goodbye loomed over them like a dark cloud. That he could feel so much for the man that held him and lovingly washed his body had to have been some big, cosmic joke. Pushing the thought out of his mind, Rafael took Nevada's lips again, letting his forehead lean against his as the latter spoke.

   "We should eat some breakfast." His fingers stroked over Rafael's sides as they shared another slow kiss. 

   "Thought you didn't do breakfast?" Rafael teased, remembering Nevada's words to the woman, whose name may have started with the letter A, that he'd seen on his first day back.

   Nevada gently spanked his friend's ass with a chuckle. "I don't, you're special."

   Rafael blushed as a grin stretched his lips so much that his cheeks began to hurt and he tucked his face in the crook of Nevada's neck. Was he truly special? Or did Nevada just mean that because they were friends before their relationship had become sexual that they could still do friend things, like eating breakfast together.

   "We can go down to the bakery on 180th," Nevada suggested, breaking him from his thought.

   "That would mean we'd have to get dressed," Rafael groaned with a frown as he looked up at his friend.

   Nevada laughed, pushing some hair away from his friend's face. "I can go if you want."

   "That would mean you would have to get dressed," Rafael answered with a smirk. "How about some place that delivers, doesn't Claudia's deliver?"

   "Mhm," Nevada hummed with a nod, kissing the other man's neck before reaching behind him to shut the water off.

   "Let's do that. I want as much time with you as I can get," Rafael answered, biting his bottom lip as his eyes lowered.

   Smirking, Nevada tucked his knuckle under the law student's chin to bring his eyes up. "Me too."

   Closing the space between them to leave a kiss on Rafael's lips, Nevada stepped out of the shower and handed his friend a towel before taking one for himself and drying his hair. 

   "So, we're staying naked? Is that the plan?" he asked, looking back at Rafael, who bobbed his shoulders with a gentle smile.

   "That was my plan," he answered.

   "Hm...I don't know if I'll be able to keep my hands off you if we're naked," Nevada said, drying under his arms.

   Rafael blushed a light shade of pink and bit his bottom lip before he mumbled, "Maybe I don't want you to."

   Tossing the towel into his hamper, Nevada grinned as he took Rafael's towel and threw it on top of his. Placing his hands on Rafael's hips, he dipped his head to leave a kiss on the law student's pulse point. "What do you wanna eat?"

   "I'm fine with just a bagel and some coffee."

   "Bagel and a coffee, hm?" Nevada nodded. "Okay."

   Rafael followed Nevada out into the living room and sat on the couch, wincing slightly as the soreness in his bottom flared for a moment before it gradually faded away. For a moment he wondered how long he would be tender and hoped it would be for at least a  few days if not a full week so that he could have one a physical reminder of Nevada being inside him. Reaching for the remote, he turned on the morning news and leaned back against the couch cushions.

   He watched as Nevada went to pick up the cordless phone and dial the number for Claudia's Cafetera down the street and ordered their breakfast. He studied the young man's torso, covered in scars though from what he couldn't be sure, and the definition in the lean muscles of his arms, the way that--even soft--his cock looked so big and inviting. Chewing on his bottom lip, he wondered if he would even have enough strength to leave when the time came. As new as both the experiences he was having and the changed dynamic between he and Nevada were, Rafael couldn’t help the feeling of wanting more than just a couple of days, he wanted more than just a physical connection and more than just the friend-based emotional connection they already had. He wanted to be consumed by all things Nevada Ramirez.

   “They said twenty minutes,” Nevada said, placing the phone back in it’s cradle and walking over to sink into the couch beside Rafael.

   Rafael nodded, corner of his lips quirking upward when Nevada moved a leg behind him and leaned back against the corner of the couch with his arms open. Without hesitation, Rafael settled between his friend’s legs, back to his chest. How, when their relationship had gone from friends to lovers so quickly, could this feel so natural? As though they were always meant to be this way, together and beautifully intertwined.

   “Have you ever even been in a relationship?” he heard himself ask, turning his head to look up at the scruff on Nevada’s cheek.

   “I don’t know,” Nevada answered with a bob of his shoulders. “I guess not. Most people I meet just wanna fuck. I’m cool with that.”

   “Yeah, but don’t you ever wish you had someone, one person, that you can talk to about anything without having to wonder if they’ll judge you for it?”

   Nevada snorted. “I mean, I guess. I never really thought about it.”

   Shifting his eyes to the newscaster, who was now reporting on a power outage in Midtown holding up all the trains, Rafael tried not to read too much into his friend’s words. Aside from the fact that Nevada seemed to have little interest in being with anyone, they lived almost four hours away from each other. Long distance relationships hardly ever worked.

   “I mean, at the same time, I feel like I can talk to you about anything,” Nevada said, reigniting the hopeful flame in his heart. Smiling and briefly closing his eyes, he turned his head to meet Nevada’s gaze again.

   “You can,” he replied, swallowing before he added. “I wish I could take you back to Boston with me. It’s like I’m having all these...new feelings except I don’t have time to really feel them, you know?”

   Nevada’s eyebrows bounced once above his eyes at the admission. He licked his lips. “Feelings for me?”

   The law student nodded. “I think so. I don’t know...if it’s because all of this is new for me or if it’s because--” He bit the tip of his tongue as he lowered his eyes. Somehow saying ‘I love you’ even in a theoretical sense seemed like a terrible idea. Instead, he generalized his complex emotions. “Because I like being with you this way.”

   Rafael held his breath as he waited for his friend to respond, his heart hammering in his chest and flutters building in the pit of his stomach. Could he really be in love with Nevada Ramirez? The kid, who when they were fifteen, tried to convince him that he didn’t need to be tutored? That he could pass his class by simply trying to seduce the teacher? Nevada Ramirez, whose uncle had been suspected of multiple crimes over the years? Not that he’d ever been charged, and Rafael wasn’t one to listen to gossip anyhow, but if it was true and Nevada was--as he’d put it--working for him, wouldn’t that mean that their positions when it came to the law were radically different? Opposites, in fact?

   “I like being with you like this, too,” Nevada whispered. The thought of anyone as good and noble as Rafael having any sort of affection for him made him feel soft. In his line of work, being soft could get you killed. Besides, once his friend realized that his occupation involved less-than-legal activities, whatever feelings the law student had for him would surely disappear. So instead of letting his imagination paint pictures of domesticity and intimacy, he tried to tell himself what he always did, that it was just sex. Just fucking. 

   But it wasn’t just fucking--in the back of his mind he knew that. He knew he would give just about anything to be on the receiving end of Rafael’s adoring gaze and intimate touches.

   “I’m not so naive as to think that a long-distance thing could work in the long-run,” Rafael said, still not meeting his eyes. “But I know I don’t want to be just a fuck to you.”

   Smirking, Nevada brought a hand up to stroke over Rafael’s cheek, waiting until the law student looked back at him to shake his head. “You’ll never be just a fuck to me.”

   Feeling his limbs beginning to tremble, Rafael swallowed and closed the short distance between their lips, turning his body to face Nevada and straddling his hips. His tongue licked along his lover’s lips, requesting entrance and moaning when it was granted. It was so easy to get lost in all things Nevada, so simple to let go of everything else around him and submerge himself completely. He could feel his skin getting hot and the wetness building on the head of his cock smearing over Nevada’s lower belly when a knock at the door broke their spell. Panting softly, they stared at one another, neither of them in any rush to move anymore than they already had.

   “That’s probably the food,” Rafael heard himself say, earning a nod from his friend. “I can get it this time. You got the Chinese the other night.”

   “Okay,” Nevada answered as the law student stood and jogged into the bedroom, likely to retrieve his wallet...maybe some pants. 

   As predicted, Rafael came back moments later in his jeans and paid for their order, coming back to the couch and leaving the bag on the coffee table before he disappeared down the hall again. Nevada knitted his brows, his curiosity soon satiated when the law student came back into the living room, naked again and holding the lube and a condom.

   “Coño, that’s smooth,” Nevada teased, trying to hold back a smile.

   “Shut up and fuck me again,” Rafael replied in a chuckle, setting down his items and straddling Nevada’s hips again, pressing a kiss against his friend’s lips.

   Groaning against the law students mouth, Nevada reached around to grab at his ass, massaging both cheeks and pulling his friend closer against him. “You sure you’re not too sore?” he asked against the other man’s lips.

   “I’m fine,” Rafael mumbled, kissing him. “I need to feel you inside me again.”

   “Oh fuck, I love to hear you talk dirty to me,” Nevada purred, arms tightening their hold on Rafael as their lips met again, tongues doing a sensual dance between their mouths. Lowering his mouth to Rafael’s nipple, Nevada reached with on hand to stroke his lover’s cock to full potential as he bit down on the bud between his lips. “Turn around, let me stretch you out while you suck my cock.”

   Rafael groaned, immediately moving to face away from his friend, knees on either side of Nevada’s hips as the latter man slumped down on the couch. Reaching for the lube, Rafael held it over his shoulder, waiting until Nevada took it before he bent forward, ass in the air, and took Nevada’s semi-erect cock into his mouth. He sucked insistently as he felt the vaguely familiar sensation of cold lube being spilled over his entrance and the student groaned deep in his throat as he sunk down on his friend’s hardening dick.

   “Tell me if you’re too sore, Rafa, okay?”

   He barely heard Nevada’s words as he bobbed his head enthusiastically, moaning as the taste of precum fell on his tongue. A sharp spank captured his attention and he let Nevada pop free of his lips, turning to look at his friend.

   “Okay?”

   “Yeah, okay, fine,” he answered, immediately turning back to take Nevada back into his mouth and suck as though it would expand his lifetime by a hundred years.

   Nevada groaned as his finger spread the lube over his friend’s puckered hole, circling before he slowly pushed his digit inside. Despite having been fucked within an inch of his life the night before, Rafael was still unbelievably tight and Nevada bit down on his bottom lip as he inched his finger into his lover’s ass.

   “Your ass drives me fucking crazy,” he whispered, kissing one cheek as his finger slowly began an in and out pace, carefully stretching the muscles.

   Rafael groaned in response, forcing his head down to take all of Nevada’s fully hardened erection down his throat, ignoring his coughs until he ran out of breath.

   Nevada cursed under his breath as he added a second finger to join the first, stretching Rafael a little more. “You love my cock, don’t you Rafael?”

   The law student moaned his answer, brows knitted above his closed eyes as his tender entrance struggled to take the additional digit inside him. Replacing his mouth with a hand on Nevada’s cock, he tried to breathe through the discomfort. He thought about saying something Nevada, but he didn’t want the other man to stop. He wanted to feel full again, full of Nevada. After a moment, the pain began to subside and he let out a breath, sucking on the head of his lover’s weeping appendage and swirling his tongue around it.

   Nevada’s fingers curled inside him and Rafael almost came right then, clenching his jaw in an effort to control himself. “Fuck me, Nevada,” he growled.

   With a soft moan, Nevada leisurely pulled his fingers out of the tight orifice they’d been in and reached for the lube again, dousing Rafael’s backdoor in the clear fluid. “Grab me the condom,” he said, smearing the lube over his friend’s entrance. “And turn around this time. I wanna look at you while you ride me.”

   Whimpering at his words, Rafael snatched the condom from the coffee table, tearing it open and turning around to roll it onto his friend’s hard on. His knees settling on either side of Nevada’s hips, he let his friend steady himself before Rafael slowly sat on him. His jaw felt as though it would dislocate as the head slid past the tight ring of muscle and the discomfort came back to remind him that he’d only ever done this once just the night before.

   “Go slow, Rafa. Don’t hurt yourself,” Nevada said, free hand going to Rafael’s hip. “Slow,” he repeated.

   Rafael nodded, pausing after his lover’s head was past his entrance and taking several deep breaths until he felt himself relax around the intrusion. Taking another breath, he lowered himself more just as Nevada drizzled some more lube onto his erection and began to stroke him slowly.

   “Oh fuck, Nevada,” he whimpered, sinking a little further onto his friend’s appendage. 

   “You look so fucking hot, baby,” Nevada whispered, twisting his hand on every up stroke, eyes fixed on the man above him. He wanted so badly to move his hips, to fuck Rafael right into a whimpering mess and he couldn’t move save for his hand all at once. It was the most intense feeling, to be vulnerable by choice and love every second of it. The smile that appeared on his friend’s face at the sound of the pet name warmed his heart and for just a moment he could imagine that it would be this way every day with them.

   With a deep groan, Rafael felt his ass touch Nevada’s hips and he took several breaths as his muscles protested being stretched again so soon after the first time. One hand wrapped around Nevada’s wrist, stopping his hand’s movements on his dick. “I’ll come way too quickly if you keep doing that.”

   “I’m probably not gonna last that long either,” Nevada replied but still moved his hand away from the throbbing organ it had been stimulating. Using his hands to prop himself up, he leaned for a kiss, which Rafael gladly obliged, humming against his mouth. When they broke, he tilted his head to flick his lover’s nipple with his tongue.

   “Oh Nevada,” Rafael whimpered, gently rocking his hips until he built enough to lift himself up slightly and sink back down, over and over.

   Leaning back against the cushions, Nevada’s hands went to the law student’s waist, eyes lowering to watch Rafael’s cock wag up and down with his movements as the man on top bounced slightly faster the more adjusted he got. The underside of the law students erection began to slap his stomach, the sounds of which were like music to Nevada’s ears as his hands slid down to cradle Rafael’s ass. 

   “Your cock feels so good inside me,” Rafael purred, eyes closed as he relished the sensation of being so damn full.

   Everything below his waist was tingling and on fire, his heart racing to catch up to the exhilaration he felt at his groin and inside, where his lover’s thick erection grazed against his prostate. It tickled so damn good, even his own dick felt as though it were engulfed in warmth despite it freely bobbing against his lover’s stomach. One hand moved to rub Nevada’s nipple with his thumb, earning a groan from his lover beneath him as he rode him harder.

   “Fuck, Raf...oh baby, your ass is so tight,” Nevada groaned. “So fucking perfect.”

   The law student smiled serenely again around a moan as his free hand took one of his lover’s and placed it on his cock. “Make me come,” he pleaded.

   With a grin, Nevada wrapped his hand firmly around his lover as his hips bucked up into him, earning a loud and slightly high-pitched whimper. “You like that, Rafa?”

   “Oh yeah, fuck me, babe! Fuck me!”

   Biting down hard on his bottom lip, Nevada stroked his lover’s organ while his hips slapped against his ass, the sharp sounds setting the tempo of the melody their groans created. “Come for me, Rafa. Come on, baby.”

   His lover’s words made the pressure in his groin reach its boiling point and Rafael threw his head back as rope after thick, white rope burst from the tip of his cock, spraying Nevada’s stomach and chest. His body trembled as the surge of what felt like electricity rushed through his body and made him light-headed. He managed to lift his head and look down at Nevada, who was still bucking against him, chasing his own release.

   “Come on my ass,” he said, his throat raw from his cries of pleasure.

   “Oh fuck,” Nevada groaned, using his hands to lift Rafael enough to pull the condom off and stroke his cock until his essence exploded from the tip, shooting against his lover’s perenium and globes of his ass.

   Rafael moaned as the impact created aftershocks over his frame and he lowered his body until the underside of his sensitive cock was grinding against Nevada’s, both of them clinging to the other as another swell of energy rushed through their bodies, their moans mingling and possibly gaining the attention of a neighbor or two. 

   As they came down from their high, hips jerking in sharp convulsions every so often, their bodies became limp on the couch, their sounds lowering to pants. Their lips tangled in lazy kisses, tongues sliding over each other and Nevada hummed, his throat unbridled and gravely as one hand stroked over his lover’s sweaty back.

   He struggled to catch his breath. “Oye, I ordered the bagels, you’re gonna make the coffee, right?”

[pcktsprgrl]

Annabelle's Diary (She Can Never know)

Pairings: annabelle parsons x mc

Rating: general

Published:  2/17/19

Disclaimer: the characters are not mine.

Author's notes: so Idk.. Just got the idea to write from annabelle's pov a bit.

My visits to edgewater have been quite different since Harry passed. Im not sure how much longer I can keep visiting and delaying a new engagement as my parents wish.

The Earl says I am welcome there all I like. Though even he has begun treating me slightly different.

~~~

Edgewater has never been such a buzz since.. Well since poor harry. I swear miss Sutton and miss bowman would not shut up about it. I suppose I should be thankful it is different from their usual drabble.

Though I scarcely can stand their constant gossip. Talk of the earl's "natural" daughter coming to edgewater is all anyone is talking about. I thought the countess might faint ! Well I sure hope she's more interesting than most of the ladies around here. 

~~~~

I met her today I think. She was more beautiful than I expected. I ran right into her and she barely moved an inch. I could feel the heat rising within me. She bent to pick up my fan and when she stood her beautiful eyes nearly knocked the air from my lungs.

My hand lingered perhaps a bit too long. Her smile was as if the sun itself had shown upon me. She can never know. No one can.

~~~

Early morning with the ladies sewing circle was a positive bore. More gossip that I promptly tuned out as I worked on my bag. Of course they started on the earl's daughter as if being a few moments late were a criminal offense.

The room fell silent and i chanced a glance up. There she stood awkwardly fumbling for an excuse. My heart thudded loudly in my chest and i scarcely thought someone might hear. The countess snapped at her and made rude comments the entire time. Mostly directed at her upbringing, as if that means anything at all.

They asked her to play the pianoforte and it was obvious she had no idea how so I quickly volunteered. She smiled warmly at me and for a moment I could not breath.

As she accompanied me in song she shyly placed a hand on my shoulder. I felt as if I had left my body. The warmness of her hand radiated over me and tingles spread.

She called me beautiful and alluring, but I dare not dwell on such compliments. Im sure she hadn't meant it, or may think better of them soon.  I wonder what it might have been like growing up where she was. Perhaps then we could be together. As if she would have any interest in me.

~~~~~~

I believe seeing her daily is a blessing and a curse. Today the Earl hosted a garden party in her honor. We escaped her latest admirer and ran down by the lake. I can't remember feeling so childlike and carefree in such a long time. She makes me feel as though the ducks I fed have taken flight in my abdomen, my head feels tingly like Ive had too much champagne and my heart sings anew. A beat only for her.

I hadn't realized we had gotten so close until her breath was on my skin. Her eyes sparkled with mischief and my skin flushed.

She asked me to dance and i glanced around making sure I was not mistaken. It felt so perfect having her in my arms, like something from a fairytale. The song ended and so did the fairytale as the Earl announced her as his rightful heir.

I know this means she'll have to marry, probably one of these awful men that were at the party. I am not sure I can take being so close yet so far from her. Perhaps I should refrain from going to Edgewater.

~~~~

My family cannot seem to stop talking about the season in London. They seem determined I should find a match or risk the entire family's reputation. The thought of it makes me quite ill. None of these men make me feel much at all. Perhaps there is something wrong with me after all?

~~~

My heart both fell and soared when I found out Lady Clara would be joining us for the season in London. I fear what she may do If she finds out what's truly on my mind.

We arrived in London to find no escort to her town house. Typical Clara fashion she charged ahead. If there was a whole city at our feet why not explore it? She had said with a laugh eyes twinkling with mischief. She held her hands out wide and I could not seem to tear my eyes away. I feel as if I shall surely give myself away.

Yet another admirer was caught by her beauty as a prince's carriage nearly ran her down in the street. She stood tall and scolded him. I could almost tell what he was feeling because I feel it everytime she's near.

His gentle smile and deep bow made my stomach churn. She returned his smile and took his hand. At least he will be gentle and caring with her, if she chooses him.

~~~

What a bore! My family constantly going on about potential suitors. How they'll find me the best match yet. Then they come up with the Viscount?  What does that say about me?

A man, older than my grandfather , looking for wife number five, is really my perfect match.

They scoff and scold me for not taking this more seriously, but how can I? When my heart belongs elsewhere. If only Harry hadn't passed. At least he understood. 

~~~

She said the most remarkable thing today as we tried on gowns. If only we could be married. I scarcely knew what to say. She looked so stunning in her gown for the theater. When she turned and asked me to help her out of the dress she has chosen.

I stared unmoving as she moved her hair looking over her shoulder at it. Slowly I began unbuttoning her dress, down the length of her spin. My mind wandered where it ought not and my fingers slowly grazed her skin. Goose flesh arose and I swear her breath hitched. I dare not think of this longer.

~~~~

How unfortunate the Viscount caught us going into the theater! Duke Richards was there as well being as vile as ever.

I knew Lady Clara was growing more uncomfortable the longer the play went on. I didn't find out until intermission the true nature of her discomfort. We switched seats though she worried he may try something on me. I wished I could throw him from the balcony.

We sat in silence as the play resumed. Duke Richards scowling and lady Clara glancing towards me. I nearly jumped from my skin as her fingers grazed my own. Her pinky interlocking with mine. I got lost in the sensation.

Sadly the night ended and I was forced to go with the Viscount as she went with the Duke. I pressed myself close to the far corner of the Viscounts carriage and fairly leaped out as it approached my home.

~~~~

The Dowager Countess came to London. Accusations of Lady Clara's impropriety and a whole new set of rules. I know its countess henriettas doing. That woman will stop at nothing to secure Edgewater as her own. She claims its for her son but we all know the truth.

Lady Clara let me paint her today. At last a reasonable excuse to stare at her lovely features. Committing every curve of her face to memory. She made it all the more difficult with her sultry gaze and flirty comments.

I suggested miniatures for all her suitors. She said she wished me to have one and I know my face beamed a cherry red.

~~~~

The races were a bore. Viscount Westonly breathing on me made me ill. Though watching the men fawn over Lady Clara made it all worse.

I grow weary of this game of prestige and position. Back biting and scheming. If only we could run away. Escape to a different life, perhaps in the tiny village she grew up in. I think we could be happy there. If I could just find it in me to speak my true feelings.

~~~~

How distressing it was to hear of The Earls passing. Yet another death in such a short time. I can only imagine how poor Lady Clara must feel having only just lost her mother. The funeral is tomorrow perhaps then I may have a chance to comfort her.

~~~

How shameful the way people act. Though I should not have expected anything less. First the countess chased Lady Clara from her seat in the sanctuary, then Miss Sutton and Miss Bowman find the need to gossip about her choice of dresses.

We went into the Earl's study some time during the gathering and painted a portrait to honor him. My heart nearly beat from my chest as we stood together. She bent kissing my wrist and I lost all ability to speak.

I think she meant to kiss me elsewhere had Miss Bowman not come bursting throw the door. The moment was lost and we solemnly made our way back to the rest of the gathering.

~~~~

This new found jealousy threatens to consume me. I watch her as she smiles and laughs. Prince Hamid grins at her and she takes his arm as they twirl around the dance floor.

I had hoped once she convinced me to tell the Viscount no to his proposal that we could be together. I know its impossible. The time is short I fear. I have no doubt she will find a suitable match.

~~~~

I do not know where to start with the nights events. The ball at Duke Richards was to be the final of the season. I knew she'd be there but I was not prepared for how stunning she looked.

She danced and chatted with almost every eligible bachelor in the place. I had scarcely believed she would have time for me. Yet there she sat shyly smiling at me as I played on the pianoforte.

We stole away later that night. She claimed there was something real important we must discuss. I knew it had to do with her father's will so I steeled myself for the worst.

I have had the best proposal! She squealed excitedly. My heart sank but I was determined to be happy for her. So I smiled and told her as much.

She studied my face a while then proudly announced it was to be Mr Chambers. Before I had a chance to think better of it I was on one knee before her. She stared at me mouth slightly opened.

We had our first kiss after that. It was all a blur. Her body pressed firmly against me, hands exploring. Her lips were so unbelievably soft. Better than I had even dared to dream.

Yet how could I go from the highest emotion to the lowest? We marched into the ballroom ready to make the announcement when Dowager Countess was dragging Lady Clara to the center of the room.

I felt sick in the pit of my stomach as the announcement was made Lady Clara was to merry to Duke. That vile awful man, how could Dowager Countess ever think he could make a good match for my precious Lady Clara?

I wanted so badly to lash out. Instead I quietly disappeared into the background. She claims we'll be ok, but I am not so sure. Looking at her poor sad eyes I felt compelled to at least agree. Sure. Maybe in another life. In another time. Until then my heart will break as I put on my best ladylike facade. If for nothing else but for her.

[axel1175]

Tinder hook up done right.

The knock at the door came, and I walked over to it, opening it. It was around noon, the air was crisp and sunlight bright. She stood there, young, beautiful, confident. She walked in, and leaned against the wall to my foyer, I closed the door, stepped forward and kissed her. Deeply, hard, passionately. She took off her boots and placed her purse and jacket on the stairs. I grabbed her hand, leading her to the living room. As she quickly undressed, I watched, staring at her body. Young, tight, her breasts large for her size, her areola's pink, puffy. She was hungry, wanting this as bad as I did. I stood there, feeling her desires mix with mine as she got to her knees. She unbuckled my belt, pulled down my zipper slowly, looking into my eyes. Reaching her hand in, she grabbed my cock and squeezed. Her hand was cold and soft as she pulled it out, stroking it. He eyes left mine as she now admired my shaft, the thick head inches from her face. Her finger traced my vein, stroking the shaft ever so slowly. She licked her lips, then the tip, and moaned. A deep moan, from far within in her chest. Opening her mouth, she swallowed the head, again, moaning. Inch by inch she took me into her mouth, down her throat. My hands found the back of her head, gripping her golden hair and pushing her ever further. As my pants slide down my legs, she gripped my ass, squeezing it as her head moved back and forth hungrily. Soon, my groans over powered hers as we melted into this state of sexual power. I took of my shirt, throwing it on the chair. I pushed her back, removed my pants completely, reached down and pulled her up to me. We kissed again, her saliva coating my beard. Her lips were full, soft, but she kissed me hard from desire. I turned her, pushed her down on the couch and faced her. Getting to my knees, I placed both hands on her thighs, spreading her legs wide, pulling her closer to the edge of the couch. Her pussy was small, full lips, and completely soaking wet. She grabbed the back of my head and pushed me to it, and I happily tasted her. I started low, cleaning her juices from her asshole to just below her clit. Back and forth, my tongue spreading her lips, delving into her. Her breath was heavy, fast, as each swipe of my tongue brought her closer to the edge. Then I moved up, my lips pushing her hood back, pursed on her clit, tongue swirling. She was so swollen, so ready to cum. I slide my right middle finger into her pussy, turned my palm upwards and began rubbing her gspot with as much enthusiasm as my tongue on her clit. Within seconds she came, her thighs pressed against my head, her left hand on the back of my head, pushing down hard as her right hand dug claw marks in my back. Her screams if pleasure echoed in the room as she came. As I pulled back, she slide back on the couch, leaned forward and kissed me, licking my face, tasting herself. She got up, and spun me around onto the couch, my cock ridged and hard, standing straight up. She straddled me, reached back, and guided me into her. She was incredibly tight, it felt as if her pussy was designed for giving pleasure. My hands found her ass, squeezing, spanking it. It was small, but firm, my hands greedily feeling every inch as she began to fuck me. She placed her forehead on mine, rocking back and forth with abandon, her arms wrapped behind my head. Her eyes were closed as I filled her, deep, stretching her. He mouth hung open, moaning, then she lurched her head back, unwrapping her arms from my head and scratching my shoulders as she came, her nails digging into my upper arms as her pussy tightened, convulsing on my cock. Waves of orgasms tensed her body as she came, her eyes such tightly. She sat there motionless for a second, coming down from this natural high, looked me in the eyes and kissed me again, got up and walked to my sliding glass door. She pushed the curtains open, pressed her face against the glass and bend down slightly. I got up, my cock heavy and full of wanting, entered her from behind. She bit her lip as I slide back inside her tight wet pussy. My hands wrapped around her waist as I began to fuck her hard and fast. The sound of the slapping of our bodies filled the room, and again, she screamed, her hands trying to grip the cold glass as we fucked. I slide my hands down, spreading her ass, looking at her beautiful body, her slender frame, each muscle taught and sparking electricity. I spanked her, watching the flesh ripple as it does. Then again, and again. The warm flesh, red, goose pimpled with each strike. Everytime she moaned louder, with each strike and again, she came for me. Her knees buckled as I had to hold her up, still sliding in and out of her tight pussy. Her quivering almost drove me to madness as she came. My body never wanted her pleasure to end as I keep driving deep into her. She took her right hand and placed it on my stomach, pushing me back and out of her. She turned and leaned against the cold glass, her face flush from pleasure. She stood there for a moment, resting. Then she grabbed my hand and lead me to the stairs, pulling be to follow her. She got Midway on the stairs and bent forward, her arms folded on one of the stairs and she placed her beautiful face on them, her knees rested below her as her ass was perched high. She peeked behind her and smiled, slide a hand back to her ass and spread her cheek, inviting me to fuck her again, which I happily did. I watched as the head of my cock disappeared into her, sliding in with ease now. We fucked on the stairs until she came for me twice, each time her body racked with tremors. Until she told me to stop. Unable to continue in that position. We brought ourselves to the bedroom, she slide into the bed, her head placed on the pillow. She spread her legs wide, with her right hand, sh me began rubbing her clit. With her left hand, she summoned me. I crawled into the bed and tasted her again. Her sweet pussy dripping, puffy, pink from all the fucking. The slowly climbed my way into her body, kissing every inch as I made my way to her lips. She kissed me hard as I slide my cock cock, back where it belonged at that very moment, and her breath stopped as I fucked her. My hips driving hard and fast as I drove deep into her. This time I placed my forehead on hers, our eyes locked as we moved together. Our bodies one once again, and with each thrust, her eyes rolled further and further back into her head. She cried out again as she came, her hands pressed hard against the back of my head. I got to my knees and pulled out. She rolled off the bed and kneeled at the corner of it. I stood before her, as we had started an hour earlier. She took me back into her mouth, vigorously sucked my cock, her hands working in concert. I could feel my orgasm coming, from deep within me. I moaned loudly, and she pulled away, jerking me off onto her tits, stroke after stroke bringing forth more and more of my cum, splashing onto her chest. Finally I had came, I sat on the bed and looked at her. She rose, kissed me, headed downstairs and got dressed and left. No words were exchanged during all of this, no hello and no goodbye​. We never spoke again.