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heirloom tomatoes

simon "ghost" riley

tags: smut/pwp, farmer!au, romance/intimacy, size difference/kink, proposal, fruits and vegetables, sweet & gentle sex, slice of life

a/n: i've been playing too much stardw valley... (there may be more to this)

wilby port was there you got sent to. you had been living in england for some time now, but you were used to the hustle and bustle of london. the constant grind of the day to day. and now you were grabbing your two suitcases off the bus to the small harbour town.

the little house near the edge of town was your new home after your great aunt passed away. you know you could've sold the house and the land around it. but, after years of working so hard in the city. the idea of an escape felt exciting. so you took it as a chance and ended up in the quiet town.

that was where you met simon riley.

the first spring in the town, you had to figure out how to kill time. you had tried a few hobbies here and there, but with the season in bloom. you wanted to try gardening. and while you could've planted strawberries or even some peppers. you decided on heirloom tomatoes, and with poor internet connection in the town and an excitement that left you with little patience.

you had to ask those in town.

johnny shrugged, "i'd say go to ghost." he placed both hands on the bar and leaned forward to look at you, "he lives closer to the river. i'd say be careful. he likes to bite." the snapped his jaws playfully before he laughed.

"ah, ghost." price said when you asked him, "yeah he'd be your best bed." as he had the cleaver in one hand, "quite man, but if you're direct in your questions he'll give you everythin' ya need." then chopped at the meat on the table.

kyle replied when you asked him while he was doing research at the beach, "i'd say ghost, honestly. he has some kind of green thumb that i couldn't imagine. you know it's possible to kill a cactus." he laughed as he got more of the sand into the test tube, "your best bet would be him. ghost."

it left you with one question, who the hell was ghost?

it took a little while before you found ghost's house. you don't know why you expected to find a haunted house at the end of your adventures. something to match this so-called ghost. but instead you found a small farm house, crowded with various plants.

while it was in abundance, every plant looked healthy and well maintained. this looked like someone who would know how to grow heirloom tomatoes. you knocked on the door and when the door opened, you took a step back from the man who answered it.

he stood over six feet, he was broad all over. he was in a red long sleeve shirt with the sleeves rolled up. as a result you could see his arm full of tattoos. it made you swallow as you tried to maintain eye contact with him.

"can i help you?" he asked as he eyed you up and down.

you swallowed, "um hi! i was wondering if ghost was here?" it sounded weird in your head but you straightened up a little, "i was told by others that he could help me grow tomatoes."

the man looked intimidating. he was curly blond hair, dark brown eyes, his nose was crooked probably from multiple breakages. he had tattoos and scars that lined his body. his voice was a rumble as he replied, "name's simon. no need to call me ghost." then held out his hand. you smiled and shook it.

what you thought would have been an easy few tips turned into a pretty hard-core lesson about not just heirloom tomatoes, but all tomatoes. you tried to take notes on your phone, but ended up having to go old school and writing everything down by hand with a notebook and pen that simon gave you.

"no one usually listens this long." he chuckled a little as he took a sip of his water, "likes of johnny get bored after about five minutes." he crossed his strong arms and you felt something quiver inside of you.

you replied, "well, i want to do it right. it's not fair to the plant that i kill it." you tapped the pen against the paper, "so what was that about cherry tomatoes." and you watched him smile a little.

while you didn't have a huge piece of land like simon. but you had enough to build your little garden. it felt weird rewarding as the seasons changed, it grew warmer. and simon came to visit you more often to check on the plants.

johnny made a joke that simon was your shadow now, even referring to him as "the shadow" and you tried not to think too hard about it. simon was just a good friend.

when simon caught wind of this, he had to be a little more forward. over the time you had spent together, he had grown fond for you. so one sunny summer's day, he picked up flowers from the local shop and went to your house.

when you answered the door, you looked at him. and he looked at you. you were in a purple checkered apron with flour on your face.

"what are you doing?" he asked as he looked past you into the house. he could see the mess in the kitchen and the smell of cookies wafting in the air.

you looked at the bouquet of tulips in his hand, "what are you doing?"

"i was bringing you flowers.. to ask you out." "i was making cookies... to also ask you out."

you both looked at one another in the eye before he handed you the flowers and you looked at them then him again. you felt a leap in your chest and felt a heat in your cheek.

in unison you both said, "will you go out with me?"and then both of you smiled at one another. simon gave you that quiet smile he had and you broke into a wide grin. next thing he knew, you were pulling him into the house just as the timer went off for the cookies.

they were your attempt at shortbread cookies in the shape of hearts. but simon thought they were delicious. especially when you sat in his lap and chased every bite of a cookie with a kiss. simon soon learned that he loved your kisses.

"how does it taste?" you asked as you leaned in a little closer.

"perfect." he placed his large, rough hand on your soft cheek and leaned in to kiss you on the lips. you melted a little at the feeling. you felt comfortable with simon.

he was a protective force in your life. he didn't make you feel small, in a bad way. there was an obvious size difference so you were physically smaller. but simon would never make you feel weak. after that, simon was over every day.

he brought vegetables and fruits from the farm. sometimes he'd bring wild flowers from around the property and on weekends eggs for breakfast.

"simon! simon!" during the middle of a warm summer, you called your boyfriend frantically. he instantly was on high alert from your tone. when he asked you what was wrong, you replied, "the tomatoes! they're here!" and as soon as simon hung up the phone, he instantly was getting his boots on to head to your home.

you waved him over when he got there and he saw them. he saw the heirloom tomatoes, his eyes went wide at the sight of them before he pulled you in close to him. you two looked at each other before you leaned up towards simon and kissed him deeply on the lips. you held onto the front of his black t-shirt .

you pressed your face against his chest soon after and said, "thank you so much, simon." you felt heat radiate through you, a deep love for your partner. simon held you close and peppered your face with more kisses.

the kisses got a little deeper and simon held you closer. you smiled against his lips before you pulled away. he looked as red as the tomatoes you were trying to grow.

he swallowed, "as much as i would love to make love to ya out on the grass. i don't think ya want grain stains on everything."he chuckled as he held you face once more in his large hand. he watched you shift a little before you got out of his grasp and took hold of his hand.

once again you were leading him into your home. and simon barely had time to kick off his work boots before you were kissing him passionately on the lips. his arms wrapped around you as he pulled you up against him. your hands in his t-shirt as you both tried to navigate through the small house towards your bedroom.

eventually you pushed you much larger lover onto the bed and he hastily took off his shirt. you had seen him nude before. both in intimate photos he sent, and also when he'd walk out of the shower with just a towel around his waist. but to see his heavy cock one he got his bottoms off and exposed his heavy cock to you.

you licked your lips at the sight of it and got out of your clothes. before you could get onto the bed, he placed a hand on your lower back and pressed his scratchy cheek against your middle. he sighed, visibly relaxing.

"so soft." he said, as he groped your ass. you giggled and combed your fingers through his curled hair. eventually you ended up on top of him in bed. you helped remove his clothes as well, his socks and t-shirt. and you ended up in bed with you. his broad hands mapped your body perfectly, he wanted to feel every inch of warm soft skin.

you looked beautiful when you eventually ended up under him. your head in the pillows and simon was between your legs. his hefty cock was at full attention as he gazed lovingly at your figure. how could a woman so beautiful want to date a man like him? but,he realized a long time ago not to question you. if you wanted to date him, then he'd happily accept your love.

but only if he could give it back in a tenfold. he rubbed his achy cock up against you. it was painfully stiff and he loved the sight of it up against your smaller slit. he was so big compared to you, a fact that turned both of you.

simon had to admit as he sank into you, he liked feeling like a protector. to know that you were safe because of him. that nothing would hurt his darling girl. it made him feel a tug of pride as he slotted himself into your cunt.

the feeling made him shudder for a moment and the stretch made you arched your back a little. he watched your nipples grow hard which only made his cock twitch with lustful want.

he placed his hand over your chest for a moment, but didn't apply much pressure against you. his palm over your heart as he said, "your mine and i'm yours. you, me and all the tomatoes." he smiled down at you before he leaned in further to kiss you square on the lips. his words made you core feel gooey, you felt his love for you in your blood, raising the temperature of it.

he kissed you as he put both hands on your hips and moved against you. he was cautious about hurting you, causing you pain as his cock nudged against you. you moaned against the heated kiss, you shifted a little and he pressed further into you.

when the kiss broke, you looked at one another while the air in the room grew warmer. you felt the heat between your legs as he moved. his gaze was hungry as he moved against you. he admired every inch of skin he could. he couldn't deny it, he never could, but you were the most beautiful woman he ever had the pleasure to love. he wasn't known for being a lady's man, but to know that he had you. he didn't need anyone else.

when perfection was in front of him, he'd never waste you. the pace continued as did the pleasure. the heat between you two as he moved against you. you tightened your legs around him and reached out for him. you were soon chest to chest with simon making sure that he wasn't crushing you.

the last thing he wanted was to hurt you. it would be like crushing a flower, it would break simon. but you soothed any anxiety as you held his face and kissed him passionately with each of his movements.

the pleasure bloomed through both of you as the two of you continued to move against one another. you started to pick up his pace and the kisses became deeper. it felt amazing, you felt like you were on cloud nine thanks to his pleasure. there was something undeniable about him. there was something heated and needy about his movements as you pushed up against him.

"glad i fit." he remarked, "was worried for a moment that she wasn't gonna fit me." he patted your middle for a moment, the action made you squirm and clench around him a little tighter his heart hammered in his chest the more he moved against you. there was a slice of heaven under him and he wanted to make sure his girl felt good.

you giggled a little, "you're not that big. nothing i can't take. i'm strong enough." and let out a sharp moan when simon pressed into you further which made you feel snaps of pleasure in your head.

he chuckled and held onto you a little tighter, he pushed himself further into you and let himself enjoy the sweet, tender feeling of his beloved. he loved you, it was clear from the moment he asked you out. his affection for you only grew with time, he needed you daily. he was constantly around because you made him feel needed and wanted. you were perfect for him.

he kissed you once more and continued his hold on you. he rocked against you sweet cunt and felt the wraps of pleasure in his core. he loved the feeling, being so close to climax with his beloved under him.

you deepened the kiss and threw your arms around his shoulders. he thrusted up into you, his pace steady but not too rough. once again, the idea of hurting you, even by accident, pained him. he never wanted that, he only wanted your sweet moans in his ear and your smiles to brighten up his day.

you two moved against one another, the pleasure continued to course through you. the two of you made love on your creaky bed, but enjoyed each other's gentle company. you tensed up a little bit as you felt the heat of climax was over you. you moaned into the kiss, and quietly said 'i love you' under your breath as orgasm took hold. the thump in your chest made you feel hot all over.

"i love you too.' he said softly as he continued to move against you. you clenched onto him and he loved the feeling of your nails against his skin. he felt extremely hot as he bucked his hips against you. the hammering in his chest only fueled his want for you.

he soon climaxed and felt the shudder through his body. the blossom of heat in his core as he finished inside of you. with a few more heavy thrusts, he slowed his pace to a stop to catch his breath. however that was made hard because you pulled him in for another searing kiss.

you both got under the covers and kissed deeply with one another. you felt connected to him, so close to him. so loving for him. you moaned into the kiss and simon cuddled up against you.

you said i love you to each other many times as you laid comfortable in each other's arms. the love flowed between you two. simon knew and you knew that you'd be together for a long time.

simon looked at you as you laid there comfrotably. you looked like someone special to him. you looked like the future mrs. simon riley.

it was a hot summer day two years later, you had come by to visit simon and found him working away at the blueberry plants on the farm. eventually you got him back inside his home. you moved around the kitchen like it was your own home.

you were giving simon a stern talking to while you got him a glass of water to help cool down. simon just watched you from his spot at the kitchen table.

"and you know what happens if you don't drink water! i don't need you passing out and crows peckin you-", when you turned around you noticed a small box on the table. the glass of watr almost fell out of your hand as he opened it. shock marked your expression and he chuckled.

he took a hold of the velvet box and opened it with a smile on his lips. your scarred, famer's tan having boyfriend with a love for heirloom tomatoes, was proposing to you.

"will you-"

"yes!" you squeaked before you quickly put the glass down and went over to him. he grabbed you and seated you on his lap. you held his face for a moment to look into his brown eyes before you laid a kiss on his lips.

he only pulled away to slip the ring on your finger (it was a big too big, but that could be fixed). you looked at the emerald in the ring and felt tears in your eyes. you kissed him once more.

you had everything, a home, a husband and heirloom tomatoes. <3

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colebabey888 · 5 months ago

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Organize Your Life with Tips for a Stylish, Productive Space | IT GIRL DIARIES

In today's fast-paced world, staying organized and productive while keeping a stylish space is essential. Creating an environment that feels fresh, clean, and aesthetically pleasing can boost motivation and mental clarity.

Here's how you can organize your life and space like an "IT girl" to keep your productivity on point :

1. Keep It Clean and Clutter-free 🫧🧼

A clutter-free space reflects a clutter-free mind. Dedicate time each week to tidying up your environment. Pay special attention to your bed and work areas, where you spend the most time. Clean pillows regularly to promote good skin and hair health. A clean space not only looks chic but also fosters a sense of calm and order.

2. Incorporate Fresh and Greenery 🍏🪴

Fresh air and greenery can transform any room. Consider adding indoor plants or fresh flowers to your living space. If you’re into healthy habits, you can even take it further by preparing a daily green juice with spinach, kale, cucumber, and other vibrant ingredients to match the aesthetic! This not only adds color but helps maintain a healthy body and mind.

3. Stylish Organization Tools 📖📕

Invest in minimalistic, stylish storage solutions—think sleek organizers, chic bins, or gold-accented trays. Everything should have its place, from your skincare products to supplements like magnesium and zinc. Neat storage keeps your space looking polished and makes it easier to find everything you need.

4. Create a Wellness Corner 🧖🏽‍♀️

Set up a small area for your self-care routine. This could include your skincare products, supplements, a diffuser, and even a cozy chair for relaxing. This space can help you stay on top of your health habits, like drinking hot lemon water in the morning or taking your daily zinc and ashwagandha for stress relief.

5. Stay Hydrated and Energized 💧

Stylish glass water bottles or tumblers not only keep you hydrated but also serve as chic desk accessories. Infuse your water with lemon or fruit for added variety, and always keep it within reach while you work. Hydration is key to staying energized and productive throughout the day.

6. Incorporate a Fitness Routine🏋️

Your space should encourage movement and wellness. Keep a section free for indoor workouts like cycling or skipping, which you can do even if you're busy. A stylish yoga mat or exercise equipment can blend into your decor while reminding you to stay active.

7. Aesthetic Motivation

Use wall art, vision boards, or inspirational quotes that reflect your goals. Choose colors and designs that align with your personal style to keep your space motivating. Keeping your goals visible can help you stay productive, whether it's maintaining your fitness routine or sticking to a clean eating plan.

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femmefatalevibe · 1 year ago

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Femme Fatale Guide: Healthy Habits To Look & Feel Your Best Without Restriction or Unrealistic Routines

Realistic ways to maintain a healthy life/body/appearance (size and weight are all personal, not the most important metric – for certain). No diet culture or delulu-land tips here.

What I've done to maintain my 30-pound weight loss for over a decade, glowing clear skin (no pimples or discoloration, etc.), and super healthy, full & shiny hair, still living life and enjoying it – the mindful way.

Eat home-cooked meals & (plant-based) whole foods – 90-95% of the time

Incorporate at least 1 salad into my daily routine (either a large, hearty lunch salad or a simple green salad as a starter with dinner)

Include at least 1 fruit/vegetable in every meal or snack

Never restrict food groups – whole grains/potatoes, healthy fats, protein-rich plant foods, and produce are all essential to consume every day

Focus on meals, but have whole food snack options on hand to enjoy if genuinely hungry (mainly fruit, lupini beans, edamame, carrots/celery/cucumber with hummus, plain popcorn, handful of almonds/cashews)

Have breakfast after one coffee (before a second) and have dinner late enough (8-9:30 pm) to curb late-night hunger

Only have fruit and tea after dinner; Always stop consuming food at least 3 hours before bed for better sleep/digestion

Order whatever I want when going out to eat, but split dessert

Have at least one indulgent meal/dessert per week

No sugary cocktails – wine, champagne/prosecco, martinis, gin & tonic, margarita, French Connection, Sambuca, Grappa, tequila on the rocks, etc. are great options. Bellinis/fruit plus wine/spirits cocktails are a good middle ground. Sugary drinks worsen the hangover – big-time

Perceive healthy eating as a form of enjoyment, creativity, and nourishment, not restriction or deprivation (it's not if done liberally enough)

Consume a vitamin B12 and vitamin D supplement daily. Keep digestive enzymes on hand for when they're necessary

Always have a large glass of water first thing in the morning (before coffee) and by my side all day long

No soda, juices, sugary drinks, etc. Black coffee, tea, and water only on the daily – wine and no-sugar alcoholic drinks on rare occasions. Smoothies can be a great snack or breakfast, though!

Incorporate an (almost) daily walk into my schedule as a form of exercise and a mental health reset (I aim for 4-5 miles/10Kish steps per day on average)

Do short, low-impact strengthen training exercises 3x a week (15-30 mins each usually) for bone health & toning

Never forcing myself to do strenuous exercise/workout formally in a gym – it's not for me; it doesn't make me feel/look better and throws my hunger & energy levels way off. To each their own, though

Have a variety of playlists ready to go for waking up, working, dancing, walking/workouts, doing chores, and reading/relaxing

Internalizing that sexual health is a core aspect of your health & well-being – on all counts

Maintaining a simple skincare routine 2x per week with high-quality products and a couple of weekly treatments

Prioritizing my body care routine with as much as my facial skincare routine

Wearing at least SPF 30 daily

Exfoliating 2-3x per week

Learning what hair products work for my hair type; Using a deep conditioning mask and a scalp mask weekly

Using only cold water when washing my hair

Incorporating face & body massages into my weekly at-home routine

Using Uriage lip balm, hand cream, and deodorant religiously

Flossing 1-2 times a day/using an electric toothbrush

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missdollcouture · 2 months ago

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at home nail care: maintaining strong and healthy nails at home

as much as i'm sure (almost) all of us love getting our nails done, keeping our natural nails up is just as important, if not more.

pre-mani care is a huge part of keeping your nails healthy. so before going to get your nails done or doing them yourself, there's a few things you should do as far as preparation goes to prevent damaging your nails.

cuticle care

taking care of your cuticles is essential for nail health. I personally avoid cutting my cuticles since it could lead to infection or nail damage. but I still push my cuticles back (preferably after a shower) and that keeps them looks fresh

keep your cuticles moisturized as well because it promotes nail growth and strength.

trims

think of your nails kinda like your hair. trimming your nails regularly can help prevent breakage or snapping. I personally think keeping your nails trimmed down gives a cleaner and well kept look to your nails since there's not always dirt and bacteria getting in them.

biotin

taking biotin or just certain vitamins in general, is so good for your nail and hair health. but biotin in particular helps with cell growth and the metabolism of amino acids that are essential for nail growth

builder gel

i love putting builder gel on my nails to keep them strong and from chipping. I recommend doing some research before buying one so you don't get any with harsh chemicals.

quick hot tips

stop biting your nails. its hard, I know. but trust me its so worth it and improves your nails tremendously.

be cautious with your natural nails. use the pads of your fingers to open stuff (or things along those lines)

jojoba oil to moisturize your cuticles is literally the best oil you could use.

when getting acrylics or things like that, take breaks in between each set to let your nails breath

#self care #it girl #missdollcouture #˚˖𓍢ִ˚. ❤#hyper femininity #beauty regimen #beauty binder #girl blogging #self improvement blog #hyper feminine #becoming that girl #nail care #it girl energy #becoming her #high maintenance #tips #advice #beauty #dream girl

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nenelonomh · 3 months ago

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pretty privilege in academia

'pretty privilege' is the idea that people who are perceived as more attractive often receive more opportunities, attention, and rewards compared to those who are considered less attractive. this concept is not limited to social settings but also especially extends to (in) academic environments.

in academia, research has shown that physically attractive students tend to receive higher grades because they are perceived as more intelligent, even when their actual performance does not differ significantly from their less attractive peers. this bias can affect everything from classroom interactions to evaluations and recommendations, potentially influencing a student's academic trajectory.

the underlying reason for this phenomenon is the "physical attractiveness stereotype," which assumes that attractive individuals possess positive qualities such as intelligence, sociability, and competence. it leads to preferential treatment and better opportunities for those who are deemed attractive.

it's important to be aware of this bias and strive to treat everyone fairly, regardless of their appearance. while we can't always control how others perceive us, we can make a conscious effort to judge people based on their abilities and contributions rather than their looks.

now, there is no benefit in ignoring it - because it simply will always exist. instead, you can choose to take advantage of it.

why people take advantage of pretty privilege:

increased opportunities: leveraging your attractiveness can open doors to more opportunities that might not be as easily accessible otherwise.

positive perceptions: attractive individuals are often perceived more favorably, which can lead to better treatment and more support from your peers and instructors.

enhanced confidence: knowing that you are perceived positively can boost your confidence, making you more likely to engage and participate actively in academic settings.

competitive edge: in highly competitive environments, any advantage can make a significant difference. taking advantage of pretty privilege can provide an edge over others.

but you should never only rely on your appearance to get you further in life - it is only to play the same game.

if you're interested in enhancing your appearance, here are some tips to help you feel more confident and attractive. it's important to remember that beauty is subjective and varies from person to person, and self-confidence plays a significant role in how others perceive you.

skincare: have a daily routine (cleanse, tone, and moisturize your skin. remember to use products suited to your skin type.) and apply sunscreen daily.

hair care: regularly maintain your hair, keeping it clean, well-trimmed, and styled in a way that suits your face shape and personal style. use conditioner and hair masks to keep your hair healthy and shiny.

oral hygiene: brush and floss your teeth daily to maintain a bright smile and fresh breath. visit the dentist regularly.

dress well: wear clothes that fit well and flatter your body shape. choose outfits that reflect your personal style and make you feel confident. dress appropriately for different occasions.

accessories: use accessories like jewelry, watches, and scarves to add a touch of elegance and build your outfits. ensure accessories complement your overall look without overpowering it.

physical health: engage in regular physical activity to stay fit and healthy. exercise can improve your posture and boost your confidence. eat a balanced diet rich in fruits, vegetables, lean proteins, and whole grains to support your health and appearance. drink plenty of water to keep your skin hydrated and glowing.

attitude: a genuine smile can make you appear more approachable and attractive. maintain good posture, make eye contact, and use confident body language.

social skills: improve your communication skills to connect better with others. show genuine interest in others and practice empathy in your interactions. charisma and behavior can make or break appearing attractive.

remember! enhancing your appearance should be about making yourself feel good and confident, rather than solely seeking external validation. what you find attractive and enjoy should come before what other people like.

read this for more information: Pretty Privilege | Applied Social Psychology (ASP)

i hope this was helpful! ❤️nene

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growthhyp · 26 days ago

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The Garage Sale VII

Paul, a college senior with a penchant for investigative journalism, sauntered down the corridor of the dorm, his eyes scanning the floor for any sign of a forgotten snack. His long curly black hair bobbed as he nodded to passing acquaintances, his blue eyes reflecting the glow of the fluorescent lights. His usual attire was a t-shirt that clung to his bulging midsection and a pair of sweatpants that whispered the secrets of midnight snack raids. Despite the extra pounds, his face remained surprisingly boyish, a stark contrast to the brawny jocks that strutted these halls.

As he approached the door to his own dorm room, the muffled sounds of grunts and thuds grew more pronounced, emanating from the room next to his. It was the usual soundtrack of Aiden and Abe's nightly ritual, a ritual that had become increasingly curious to him. He had known Aiden as a quiet, coding enthusiast, and Abe as the alpha jock who had bullied him relentlessly. Now, Aiden was the one calling the shots, and it wasn't just in the realm of video games anymore. Paul's curiosity piqued, he leaned in closer to the wall, his heart thumping with a mix of fascination and bewilderment.

"Dude, you're so fucking tight," Aiden's voice, deep and gruff, rumbled through the paper-thin barricade. Paul's cheeks flushed, and he felt a strange tightening in his stomach as he realized the nature of the sounds. He had never been one to eavesdrop, but the transformation of his neighbors had him questioning everything he thought he knew about them.

Aiden and Abe's relationship had always been tumultuous, with Abe the perpetual tormentor and Aiden the meek victim. Now, the tables had turned. Aiden had become a hulking behemoth, his once lanky frame now bulging with muscles that seemed to have been chiseled by the gods themselves. His voice was a deep growl that sent shivers down Paul's spine, and his newfound confidence was as palpable as the moans that filled the room.

Paul, a straight man, couldn't ignore the newfound attraction he felt towards Aiden. It wasn't that he was suddenly questioning his sexuality; it was the sheer power and dominance that radiated from him. He had never seen Aiden stand up to anyone, let alone take charge in such an assertive manner. The way Aiden's deep voice barked orders at Abe, who was now whimpering with pleasure, was a stark contrast to the timid coder he had known.

The walls of the dorm room seemed to vibrate with the intensity of their lovemaking. Aiden's newfound muscular physique was the stuff of fantasy, and it was clear that he knew exactly how to use it. The grunts grew louder, and the headboard slammed rhythmically against the wall, echoing through the corridor. Paul's own body responded involuntarily, his heart racing and his palms growing sweaty. He found himself torn between the urge to flee from the embarrassment of being caught eavesdropping and the desire to peer through the keyhole to witness the activity firsthand.

As he strained his ear against the door, he heard Abe's voice, now a high-pitched squeal of pleasure, "Man, you're so fucking huge!" It was a stark contrast to the gruff commands Aiden had been giving just moments before.

Paul couldn't help but remember the time when Abe had stolen Aiden's lunch money and laughed in his face. Aiden had been so powerless back then, his eyes brimming with unshed tears. Now, Aiden's power was unmistakable, his voice resonating with authority as he grunted, "Take it, bitch."

Paul's thoughts drifted to his own roommate, Shawn. Shawn was a 23-year-old Chinese-American who had earned a prestigious scholarship for his culinary prowess. His lean, almost delicate physique was a testament to his discipline in the kitchen. Despite the long hours he spent perfecting recipes and balancing his allowance, he managed to maintain a healthy diet that kept his body in tip-top shape. His dark hair was always impeccably styled, and his eyes, a piercing shade of brown, gleamed with intelligence. Shawn was the epitome of beauty and brains, and his charm was irresistible to the ladies.

The dynamic between Paul and Shawn was as smooth as a freshly baked pie crust. They had an unspoken agreement to keep their personal lives separate, which mostly meant avoiding any physical contact beyond the occasional high-five or pat on the back. Shawn's love for the opposite sex was no secret; the sultry whispers and giggles that filled the room at all hours of the night were a clear indicator of his conquests. Yet, despite the revolving door of female companions, there was never any tension between them. They had an understanding that allowed them to coexist in perfect harmony.

Paul, on the other hand, was more of a romantic. He would bring a girl home every so often, hoping to kindle a flame that would last more than a single evening. Yet, it always ended the same way—with the girl slipping out before dawn, leaving him feeling more empty than satisfied. He had tried every line in the book, every cheesy pick-up trick, but something was always missing. He envied Shawn's carefree attitude towards relationships but knew deep down that he wanted more than fleeting moments of passion.

As the sounds next door grew more intense, Paul couldn't help but think of Shawn's aspirations. He knew that his roommate had been eyeing Aiden and Abe's transformation with a mix of admiration and envy. Shawn had confessed to him once that he dreamt of having a body that could turn heads and make women swoon. With his scholarship limiting his funds, the gym was a luxury that remained a distant dream for him. Yet, he remained focused on his studies, knowing that once he had the financial stability, he would be able to pursue the physique that would surely attract more ladies.

Shawn's dedication to his culinary craft was admirable, but it was clear that he felt overshadowed by the physical prowess that Aiden and Abe now flaunted. He would often talk about his plans to bulk up, to become as irresistible as the meals he so meticulously prepared. His eyes would light up with a fiery determination when he spoke of the day he would no longer be the quiet, unassuming roommate but a man who could command attention with his sheer presence.

But the reality of his scholarship held him back. The long hours in the kitchen and the library left little room for the gym, and his tight budget meant that supplements and gym memberships were out of the question. He'd sit on his bed, his eyes glued to the computer screen, researching workouts and diet plans, his fingertips dancing across the keyboard as he calculated the cost of protein powders and gym memberships. His heart would sink with every article that detailed the price tag of looking like the men next door, his dreams feeling further and further out of reach.

One night, as Aiden's authoritative commands grew louder and the sound of flesh slapping against flesh grew more insistent, Shawn couldn't take it anymore. He stormed into the bathroom, his fists clenched, and slammed the door behind him. He looked at himself in the mirror, his eyes scanning over his own reflection with a critical gaze. He flexed his biceps, watching as they bulged slightly under his t-shirt, a stark contrast to the boulders that were Aiden's arms. A fiery determination burned in his eyes as he whispered to himself, "One day, I'll be just like them."

The next morning, during their journalism class, Professor Harris announced a new assignment that had the potential to change everything. "Class," she began, her voice a mix of excitement and challenge, "Your next project will be an investigative journal. You're to dig deep into the fabric of our community and uncover a story that truly captures the essence of human experience." The room buzzed with murmurs as students began to toss around ideas for their projects.

Paul's thoughts immediately darted to Aiden and Abe. The transformation of the two jocks was the talk of the dorms, and yet, no one had managed to uncover the source of their newfound physiques. It was the kind of story that would not only satisfy his curiosity but also potentially secure him a spot in the school's newspaper and an exemption from the dreaded final exam. His heart raced as the professor continued, "If you can deliver a piece that's factual, engaging, and truly insightful, I'll consider giving you a pass on the finals." The prize was too tempting to ignore.

After class, Paul approached Professor Harris, her sharp eyes peering over her spectacles as he tentatively broached the subject. "Professor, I was wondering if I could investigate the, uh, recent changes in Aiden and Abe for my project?" He stuttered slightly, hoping he wasn't crossing any lines with his proposal.

Professor Harris's gaze sharpened with interest. "Changes, you say? That's quite the topic. It'll need to be handled with sensitivity, but if you can uncover something substantial, it could indeed be quite the story." She nodded thoughtfully, stroking her chin. "But remember, Paul, the goal is to inform, not sensationalize. I'll hold you to a high standard on this one."

Paul felt a thrill of excitement. This was his chance to not only understand what had happened to Aiden and Abe but also to prove himself in the cutthroat world of journalism. He nodded solemnly, his mind racing with the potential angles and leads for his story. "Thank you, Professor. I won't disappoint."

Leaving the classroom, his thoughts swirled around the enigmatic transformation of his neighbors. The whispers in the hallways spoke of magic, curses, and even alien intervention. But Paul knew that the truth was likely much more mundane. Or so he hoped.

The next day, armed with his notepad and pen, he made his way to the football field, a place he rarely ventured. The crisp autumn air smelled faintly of sweat and grass, a scent that reminded him of high school sports days that he had never quite been a part of. He sat on the benches, his eyes glued to the field where Aiden and Abe practiced. Their newfound strength and agility were on full display, as they outperformed everyone else with ease. The sight of their muscles rippling under their tight jerseys was mesmerizing, and Paul felt his cheeks flush as he watched them.

He waited patiently, hoping for a chance to talk to them when they took a break. But the duo's stamina was unmatched; they pushed themselves beyond human limits, only pausing briefly to gulp down water or a sports drink before diving back into their routine. Their dedication was intense, almost feral in its focus. It was as if they were driven by a force beyond their control, a force that had transformed them into these beasts of the field.

Paul took a step back, his notepad fluttering in the breeze as he watched the sweat glisten on their bulging muscles. He scribbled down notes about their training regimen, the way their bodies moved in unison, and the power they exuded. Yet, the more he observed, the more he realized that their transformation was more than just physical. There was an aura of dominance about them that seemed to make the other players give them a wider berth, as if they were afraid to come too close.

The sun dipped below the horizon, casting a warm glow across the field. The shadows grew longer, and the air grew cooler. Still, Aiden and Abe showed no signs of slowing down. Paul's hand cramped from taking notes, and his butt was numb from the cold metal bench. He knew he had to find another way to get their story.

The following day, he posted up outside the gym's entrance, his heart racing with anticipation. He had done his homework, knew their class and workout schedules, and had even splurged on a one-day gym pass. His wallet was lighter, but the potential scoop was worth it. As the clock chimed, the duo strutted into view, their footsteps echoing down the path. Aiden, his chest heaving with the promise of power, and Abe, his swagger a silent challenge to all who dared to approach.

Paul took a deep breath and stepped forward, his eyes lingering on Abe's chiseled abs. "Hey, Abe," he called out, trying to keep his voice steady. "Mind if I ask you something?"

Abe looked up, his eyes widening in surprise, before a shy smile played on his lips. "Uh, sure man," he replied, his voice softer than the whispers that painted the dorm's walls at night.

Paul's gaze shifted to Aiden, who had stopped a few paces away. The behemoth's eyes narrowed slightly, but he said nothing, allowing the conversation to unfold. "I've noticed… uh, your progress," Paul began, trying to sound casual. "It's pretty inspiring, actually."

"Thanks," Abe murmured, his cheeks flushing. It was clear he wasn't used to the attention, especially not from someone who had seen him at his most vulnerable.

Paul took a step closer, his notebook poised for action. "So, what's the secret?" he asked, his voice dropping to a conspiratorial whisper. "You guys just hit the gym really hard, or…?"

"Dude," Aiden interjected, sauntering over, his arms flexing with each step. "It's all about the right gear, man. That's where it starts."

Paul felt his curiosity peak. "Oh, really?" He glanced at Aiden's tank top, which was stretched taut across his massive chest, and then at Abe's equally snug shirt. "Where'd you guys get that stuff?"

Aiden slapped Abe's back, a gesture that made the smaller man stumble forward slightly. "Jack's garage sale, bro," Aiden said, his voice a deep rumble. "It's got some serious magic, let me tell you."

Paul's pulse quickened. "Magic?"

Aiden grinned, the kind of grin that showed he had a secret and liked keeping it. "Well, not really. But the clothes I got from there? They're like… motivation in fabric form. You put 'em on, and suddenly, you want to be the best."

Paul nodded, scribbling notes as fast as he could. "That's… intense," he murmured, trying to keep his cool.

"Totally," Abe chimed in, his eyes shining with excitement. "It's like they just… change you."

"Change you?" Paul echoed.

"Yeah, man," Aiden said, his expression earnest. "Like, you put on the clothes, and suddenly, you're not just some college kid anymore. You're a fucking god."

Paul felt his heart drop into his stomach. This was more than just a gym-wear-induced placebo effect. This was… something else. Something he needed to investigate.

"Well," he said, trying to sound casual, "if it's that good, I might have to check it out."

Aiden slapped his own chest, "I got you, bro. We'll hit it up tomorrow. I'll show you where it is."

Paul nodded, his mind racing. He had his lead. Now, he just needed to find out what was really going on.

As Aiden and Abe went back to their workout, Paul found his way to the elliptical machine, his mind still buzzing with questions. He went through the motions, his legs moving in a half-hearted rhythm that didn't match the intensity of his neighbors' routine. His eyes kept drifting over to the weights, watching the sweat drip from Aiden's forehead as he effortlessly hoisted a barbell that looked like it could crush a small car. The sight was both intimidating and alluring, and it was all he could do to keep his cool.

Aiden's eyes met his in the mirror, and for a brief moment, Paul felt as though he could see straight into his soul. Or maybe it was just his sweat-soaked shirt that made it seem like Aiden's muscles were flexing just for him. The jock's gaze was intense, almost predatory, and Paul felt a shiver run down his spine. He quickly averted his gaze and focused on his cardio, his heart racing for reasons that had nothing to do with the workout.

Aiden and Abe's routine was a mesmerizing display of power and precision. The way their muscles bulged and contracted was almost hypnotic, and it was all Paul could do to keep his eyes from lingering too long. He felt a strange kinship with Aiden, who had once been the underdog and was now the king of the jocks. And Abe… Abe was something else entirely. The transformation had turned him into a willing subject of Aiden's dominance, and the raw passion in their nightly escapades was something that resonated with a part of Paul he hadn't known existed.

The grunts grew louder, the weights clanked together more aggressively, and the air grew thick with the scent of sweat and testosterone. Paul felt his own body responding, his heart racing in a way that had nothing to do with his lackluster cardio session. His thoughts grew hazy, his mind swimming with images of what could happen if he had that kind of power. Would he be able to command attention like Aiden? Would he be able to make others quiver with desire?

Forcing his gaze away from the mirror, he turned his attention to the notepad on the elliptical's console. His hand shook slightly as he jotted down the time and his observations. The conversation had been a goldmine, but he needed more. He needed to get closer to the source of their transformation.

===

The next morning, Paul was a ball of nerves as he waited inside his dorm room. The knock on the door sent his heart racing, and when he swung it open, his eyes widened at the towering figure of Aiden. The behemoth was dressed in a pair of skin-tight black spandex shorts that left little to the imagination, showcasing his massive thighs and the prominent bulge between them. His top was a tight white tank that clung to his bulging chest and biceps.

"Ready to hit the garage sale?" Aiden asked, a smug smile playing across his lips. Paul nodded, his voice a little too high-pitched for his liking. "Let's do this," he said, trying to sound more confident than he felt.

They arrived at the garage sale, and there was Jack, his muscles bulging out of his clothing like they were fighting to escape. His chest was like a mountain range under the tight black shirt, and his legs looked like they could crush the very earth beneath them. Paul couldn't believe his eyes—Jack was even more muscular than he had imagined.

"Dude, Jack, this is Paul," Aiden said, his voice a mix of excitement and pride. "Paul here wants to get jacked like us. He said he needs your… special garments," he added with a wink at Jack.

Jack looked down at Paul, his smile widening. The muscles in his arms bulged as he reached out a hand the size of a catcher's mitt. "Nice to meet you, Paul," he said, his voice a deep, resonant bass. "I've heard good things about you."

Paul took Jack's hand, feeling the power behind the grip. "Thanks, Aiden's been telling me a lot," he said, trying to keep his voice steady. "I've noticed… the changes in you both, and I'm really curious about what you've been using."

Jack's eyes sparkled with amusement. "Ah, the legend of the garage sale gear spreads," he said, his voice a low rumble. "Well, I'm happy to help you out, Paul. But let me tell you, it's not just the clothes. It's the attitude, the drive to be the best."

Paul nodded, trying to absorb the alpha energy that radiated from Jack. "I understand," he said, his voice a little too eager. "But I've got the drive, I just need the… the push."

Jack leaned in closer, his breath hot on Paul's ear. "You sure you're ready for that push, little man?" His eyes searched Paul's, looking for a hint of doubt or hesitation.

"I am," Paul replied, his voice firm. He had to be. This was his chance to get the story that could make his career.

Aiden's interest in the conversation seemed to wane and decided to leave. "Alright, man," he said, slapping Paul on the back. "But I gotta go. Coach wants me to run some drills." He turned to Jack, a look of pure determination on his face. "You take care of him, alright?"

Jack nodded, his smile never wavering. "Don't worry, Aiden. I'll make sure he finds exactly what he needs."

As soon as Aiden's footsteps faded into the distance, Jack's expression shifted from friendly to serious. His smile disappeared, replaced by a look of intense scrutiny that made Paul feel like he was being sized up for a cage fight. "Alright, kid," he said, his eyes boring into Paul's. "Let's talk shop."

Paul felt his throat tighten but managed to croak out, "What do you mean?"

Jack's smile grew wider, revealing a set of perfect teeth that gleamed against his tanned skin. "Come on, don't play dumb. You're a journalist, right? You're sniffing around here for a story, not just because you want to bulk up." He leaned against a rack of clothing, his arms folding over his massive chest. "What's the real deal?"

Paul took a deep breath, his heart hammering in his chest. He had to be careful—exposing himself too quickly could blow his cover. "Alright," he admitted, "I am writing a piece for the school newspaper. And I've noticed the… dramatic changes in Aiden and Abe." His gaze dropped to the floor, then back up to meet Jack's. "It's just not humanly possible to change that much in such a short time."

Jack's eyes narrowed slightly, his grip on the clothing rack tightening. "What are you implying?"

Paul swallowed hard, his heart racing. "Look, I've done my homework. I know you weren't always like this," he gestured at Jack's form, his own eyes taking in the sheer size of the man before him. "You weren't always this… huge."

Jack's eyebrow shot up, his arms folding over his chest as he leaned back against the rack of clothes. "What are you saying?" he asked, his voice a low growl.

Paul took a deep breath, his heart pounding in his chest. "I've seen the yearbook pictures," he said, his voice steady. "You weren't always like this." He paused, watching Jack's reaction carefully. "But one day before graduation, you just… changed."

Jack's eyes narrowed, his expression shifting from curiosity to something more guarded. "What's your point, journalist?"

Paul took a step closer, his eyes never leaving Jack's. "My point is, I want to know how it's possible. I want to know your secret." His voice was firm, his gaze unwavering.

Jack's cocky smile grew into a full-blown grin. "Well, well, well," he drawled, his eyes twinkling. "Looks like you've done your homework, journalist." He stepped back, gesturing to a couple of folding chairs set up beside a cardboard box that served as a makeshift counter. "Why don't we sit down and have a chat, huh? Maybe I'll tell you a little story."

Paul's heart was racing, but he tried to play it cool. He took the offered chair, his eyes never leaving Jack's muscular form. The garage was dimly lit, the shadows playing across the muscles that rippled under his tight shirt. The smell of dust and old clothes hung in the air, but all he could focus on was the man in front of him.

===

Jack leaned in, his voice dropping to a conspiratorial whisper. "It all started when I was just a kid," he began, his eyes distant. "My parents were in a car accident. My mom… she was pregnant with me." His gaze grew dark, his knuckles white as he gripped the edge of the makeshift counter. "It was a miracle she survived, but she didn't make it through the birth. I was born into this world with nothing but the clothes on my back and a name that meant nothing to anyone."

He took a deep breath, his chest expanding and contracting with the effort. "I bounced around from family to family, never fitting in. They all thought I was weird, too soft, too… different." His voice grew hard, his jaw clenching. "The jocks, they were the worst. They'd pick on me, call me names, push me around."

Paul's heart went out to him. He couldn't imagine the kind of pain Jack must have felt, being so out of place in a world that valued strength over everything else. "What changed?" he asked gently.

Jack's expression grew contemplative as he leaned back in his chair. "One day, I was running from those jerks again, you know the kind that think the world revolves around their muscles and their footballs?" Paul nodded, remembering his own encounters with bullies. "But this time, it was different. There was this old lady, Mrs. Castellanos, she saw what was happening and she stepped in. I don't know what she said to that jock, but he just… stopped. He stared off into space like he'd forgotten what he was doing and then took off without another word."

Paul leaned in, intrigued. "What did she whisper to him?"

Jack's eyes grew distant, as if recalling a long-forgotten memory. "I don't know," he said. "But it was like she had some kind of power over him. Like she could bend him to her will."

Paul's mind raced with the implications. Was this the start of Jack's transformation? The birth of the legend? "What happened next?"

Jack's gaze grew softer as he remembered. "Mrs. Castellanos, she took me to her house. It was… it was like nothing I'd ever seen before. It was like she had a piece of every country in there. And she cooked… oh, man, she could cook. It was the best meal I'd had in my whole life." His eyes grew distant, lost in the warmth of the memory.

Paul leaned in, eager to hear more. "What did she cook?"

Jack's eyes lit up. "It was like a Thanksgiving feast every night. Stuff like roast beef, mashed potatoes, gravy, the works. And let me tell you, she could make a turkey that would make your mouth water." His eyes grew distant, lost in the warmth of the memory. "But it wasn't just the food that was amazing. It was the way she looked at me, like I mattered. She called me 'mi vida,' her life."

Maria Castellanos was unlike anyone Jack had ever met. With a heart as warm as her enchiladas, she took him in and treated him like her own. She had a way of making him feel seen, heard, and loved. It was during one of those hearty meals that she asked him to share his own story. His voice cracked as he spoke of the pain and loneliness that had followed him through life. The tears that had been threatening to spill over since he stepped into her kitchen finally fell.

Maria's eyes grew wet with empathy as she listened. When he finished, she took his hand in hers, her grip surprisingly firm for an old woman. "Mi corazón," she said gently, "your story breaks my heart. I wish I could have been there to protect you."

Jack sniffed, trying to hold back the flood of emotion that threatened to overwhelm him. "Thanks, Mrs. Castellanos," he whispered, his voice hoarse.

Maria's face was a picture of kindness and understanding. "Call me Maria, mi vida," she said, her grip tightening. "Now, I've heard enough of this sadness. It's time for you to eat."

Jack nodded, his eyes still misty, and took a bite of the roast beef. It was heavenly, so tender it practically melted in his mouth. As he chewed, he felt something strange happening in his chest. It was a warmth that spread through him, filling the void he had carried for so long.

"Jack," Maria began, her voice soft and soothing, "I need to tell you something. Something about me." She took a deep breath, her eyes searching his for any sign of judgment. "I come from a line of… special people. We're not like everyone else."

Paul leaned in, his heart racing with excitement. This was the kind of story that could make his article go viral.

"Jack, what do you mean by 'special'?" he prodded, his journalist instincts kicking in.

Jack took a deep breath, his eyes glistening with unshed tears. "Maria, she was a witch," he said, his voice thick with emotion. "A real, honest-to-God witch. And her lineage was… complicated." He paused, his gaze drifting to the floor as he collected his thoughts. "Her family had been cursed, unable to have children of their own."

Paul leaned in, his pen poised above his notepad, his eyes wide with shock and intrigue. "So, she adopted you?"

Jack nodded, his eyes misting over. "Yeah, man. She said she had enough love for two lifetimes and she was gonna give it all to me." His voice cracked, and he took a moment to compose himself. "I never knew what it was like to have a family before her. She taught me that strength isn't just about how much you can lift or how fast you can run. It's about the love you got in your heart."

Paul felt a lump form in his own throat as he listened to Jack's tale of finding a home with Mrs. Castellanos. Her kindness had clearly left a profound impact on the man before him. It was hard to believe that someone so powerful and intimidating had once felt so small and helpless.

Jack's voice grew stronger as he continued. "Maria saw something in me that no one else did. She knew I had a love for fashion, for creating things that made people feel good about themselves." His eyes lit up with passion. "So, she encouraged me to take a fashion course in college. And let me tell you, man, she supported me through it all. She was like my personal fairy godmother."

Paul nodded, his mind racing. "But what about the jocks?"

Jack's expression grew steely, his jaw tightening. "Ah, the jocks," he said, a hint of anger in his voice. "They didn't know what hit them. After I moved in with Maria, she took care of that real quick." He leaned in closer, his eyes flashing. "You see, she had a way with spells. She didn't like bullies, and she taught me a few tricks to keep them in line."

Paul's mind reeled. Spells? This was more than he had bargained for. "What kind of spells?" he asked, his voice barely above a whisper.

Jack leaned back in his chair, a smirk playing across his lips. "The kind that make those bullies see the error of their ways," he said, his eyes glinting. "Maria had this spellbook, see, and she taught me some stuff. Stuff that could… change people."

Paul's curiosity was piqued. "Change them how?"

Jack's smirk grew wider. "Let's just say the jocks who used to push me around are a little… different now," he said, his eyes twinkling. "Some of them, well, they got a taste of their own medicine. They found out what it's like to be on the receiving end."

Paul's eyes went wide. "You mean, she turned them… gay?"

Jack nodded, a smug smile playing on his lips. "Some of them, yeah. It was like she flipped a switch. One minute they're all 'You're a freak, Castellanos,' the next, they're begging me to go out with them." His grin grew wicked. "But let me tell you, that was just the start."

He took a deep breath, his eyes shimmering with the excitement of his tale. "Maria, she saw how much I loved fashion, how much I liked to help people look and feel their best. So, she taught me some of her own brand of magic—the kind that could infuse clothes with… something extra." His hand gestured to his own bulging bicep, the silver necklace glinting in the light. "Something that could make people see themselves differently, make them feel powerful."

Paul leaned in, his heart racing. "What do you mean, 'something extra'?"

Jack's expression grew solemn, the light in his eyes dimming. "It's a long story, man," he said, his voice dropping to a whisper. "But the day before graduation, everything changed." He took a deep breath, his massive chest expanding before he continued. "Maria's house caught fire. Some asshole probably threw a cigarette butt or something. I was out, getting ready for the big day." His eyes grew distant, the pain of the memory etched on his face. "When I got home, half the house was gone."

Paul felt his heart wrench at the thought of the loss. "What about Mrs. Castellanos?"

Jack's expression grew pained. "Maria, she was in the hospital for a while," he said, his voice heavy with regret. "They said she had third-degree burns on her arms and chest, trying to save what she could. But the house was too far gone." His eyes searched Paul's, looking for understanding. "The worst part was, she couldn't save her spellbook. It was the most important thing she had, the legacy of her family. It was like a piece of her had been burned away with it."

Paul nodded, his own heart heavy with the weight of the tragedy. "But you said you had something to do with their transformation," he prompted gently.

Jack's gaze grew intense, his eyes boring into Paul's soul. "Yeah, I do," he said, his voice thick with emotion. "Maria, she knew she didn't have much time left. Before she… before she went," his voice caught in his throat, "she called me to her side."

Paul felt his own eyes mist over, the pain of Jack's loss palpable in the air. "What did she say?"

Jack swallowed hard, his throat thick with unshed tears. "Then, she handed me the shirt," he said, his voice barely above a whisper. "It was a simple white polo, but it felt like it was made of pure love." He took a deep breath, his chest heaving with the weight of the memory. "I took it, promising her I'd wear it to graduation. And she just… she just nodded, like she knew something I didn't."

Paul leaned forward, his eyes never leaving Jack's. "What happened next?"

Jack's eyes grew misty as he recounted the fateful day. "Maria took her last breath," he whispered, his voice cracking with the weight of his loss.

Paul's hand reached out to pat Jack's shoulder in a show of support. "I'm sorry, man," he said, his voice thick with emotion.

Jack nodded, his eyes brimming with tears. "It's okay," he said, his voice gruff. "It's been a while, but it still hurts." He took a deep breath, his shoulders heaving. "But that's not the end of the story."

Paul leaned in, his hand still resting comfortingly on Jack's shoulder. "What happened at the graduation?"

Jack took a deep breath, his eyes misting over as he spoke. "The day of the ceremony, I was a wreck," he said, his voice thick with emotion. "But I wore that polo. It was like a suit of armor, man." He paused, his gaze drifting to the floor. "It was like having a piece of her with me, you know?"

Paul nodded, his hand still on Jack's shoulder. "What happened when you put it on?"

Jack's gaze grew distant, lost in the memory. "It was like… like a switch had been flipped," he murmured. "I felt this warmth, man, all over me. And then…" His eyes snapped back to the present, his cheeks flushing. "Well, let's just say I got pretty… turned on."

Paul's eyes went wide, his mind racing with the implications. "And your… your body started to change?"

Jack nodded, his face flushing even deeper. "It was like nothing I've ever felt before," he said, his voice hoarse. "The warmth grew, and my cock just… it got so big, I couldn't ignore it." He paused, his eyes meeting Paul's with a mix of embarrassment and excitement. "It was like I was in a trance. I had to… I had to jerk off."

Jack's eyes grew glazed, his breath coming in short pants. "It was… incredible," he murmured. "It was like I was being touched by… by an angel." He closed his eyes, lost in the memory of that life-altering moment. "Every part of me grew, man. It was like I was becoming a whole new person." His eyes snapped open, a wild look in them. "My muscles bulged out, my cock just kept getting bigger and bigger. It was like nothing I had ever felt before."

Jack took a deep breath, his cheeks red with more than just the remembered arousal. "I… I couldn't stop myself," he admitted, his eyes flickering to the side. "I jerked off, right there in the bedroom." He paused, his gaze returning to Paul. "And as I did, something strange happened." His voice grew softer, his eyes glazed over with the intensity of the memory. "It was like… like I could feel her with me, guiding me."

The warmth grew, spreading from my chest outward, enveloping me in a sensation that was both comforting and electrifying. My cock grew in my hand, swelling to a size that seemed impossible. The fabric of the polo stretched tight, threatening to tear with every stroke. "It was like she was… blessing me," Jack murmured, his hand unconsciously moving to the silver cross on his necklace.

The room grew hazy, the scent of the garage fading away as Jack's story painted a vivid picture in Paul's mind. He could almost see Jack, a young man on the brink of transformation, writhing on his bed in a mix of pleasure and pain. The phantom hands grew more insistent, caressing every inch of Jack's body, leaving a trail of power in their wake. His delts grew, swelling with newfound might, each flex echoing with the silent roar of a thousand cheering fans. The sound of Jack's grunts filled the space, his body responding to the invisible touch with an almost primal need.

The fabric of the polo stretched tight, the material straining against the new contours of Jack's physique. His abs rippled as he stroked his cock, each movement a testament to the strength that was now pulsing through him. His moans grew louder, his body no longer his own, but a vessel for the magic that had been bestowed upon him.

Jack's legs began to tremble as the phantom hands moved upward from his calves to his thighs. The muscles grew taut and powerful, the fabric of his shorts straining to contain them. His eyes rolled back in his head as the pleasure grew, his body responding to the unseen touch with an uncontrollable need.

"It's okay, Jack," a soft voice whispered in his ear. He knew it was Maria's, though she was no longer there. "This is what I wanted for you. To be strong, to be powerful."

Jack's hand moved faster on his swollen cock, his breaths coming in gasps. The phantom hands caressed his growing delts, each touch sending a jolt of power through his veins. His muscles grew taut, the polo shirt straining against his burgeoning physique. The fabric whispered against his skin, a gentle caress that seemed to urge him on. He could feel himself getting closer to the edge, the pressure building with every stroke.

"It's okay, Jack," the soft voice of Maria encouraged him, echoing through the room. "You're almost there."

Jack's eyes rolled back in his head as the phantom hands reached his stomach, tracing the lines of his abs as they grew into a defined 8-pack. He jerked harder on his cock, the pleasure becoming almost unbearable. The fabric of his shorts was now painfully tight around his thighs, but it only served to heighten the sensation. His body was responding to the magic in ways he never could have imagined, growing stronger and more powerful with every touch.

The hands moved up to caress his chest and back, and Jack felt his pectorals swell, his back muscles rippling as they grew. His shoulders broadened, his biceps and triceps bulging with each flex. His forearms thickened, the veins popping out as if they had a life of their own. The feeling was indescribable, a mix of pain and pleasure that was unlike anything he had ever felt before. His moans grew louder, filling the room with the sound of his transformation.

As the phantom touch reached his neck and face, Jack felt his jawline sharpen, his features becoming more defined. He could feel the magic working its way through his very bones, reshaping him into the man he had always wanted to be. His eyes grew clearer, his gaze more intense. He felt the weight of the world lift off his shoulders as the caress moved to his temples.

"The spells," he whispered to himself, "the spells are in me now." The words felt strange on his tongue, like a forgotten language suddenly remembered. He could feel the power of them, swirling in his mind like a tornado of untapped potential.

Jack's eyes snapped open, his body shuddering with the force of his orgasm. He roared, the sound echoing through the garage, a guttural expression of the overwhelming sensation that coursed through him. His muscles spasmed and contracted, each pulse of his cock sending a wave of pure, unadulterated power through his body. It was as if the very essence of the enchantments had been released into him in that moment.

His thoughts grew clearer, sharper than they had ever been before. He could feel the cobwebs of doubt and inadequacy being burned away by the fiery confidence that now consumed him. The whispers of the spells grew louder in his mind, guiding him, showing him the path to true power.

Jack looked around the room, his heightened senses picking up on every sound. The he rustling of clothes on hangers, even the faint ticking of a clock that had been buried under layers of dust for years—it was all so clear. His mind was a finely tuned instrument, picking up on the faintest of whispers.

He took a moment to appreciate the new form that the magic had granted him. His body was a sculpture of power, each muscle defined with the precision of a master artist. His biceps bulged with the slightest flex, his abs rippling like the surface of a lake disturbed by a pebble's drop. The sensitivity of his skin was like nothing he had ever experienced. It was as if every nerve ending had been turned up to eleven, each touch sending waves of pleasure that resonated through his entire being.

Jack couldn't help but let his hand wander over his chest, feeling the hard planes of muscle beneath the taut fabric of his shirt. His nipples were like tiny buttons of pleasure, pebbling at the slightest brush of his fingertips. He traced the lines of his abs, feeling them contract and relax with his breath. His touch grew more insistent as he moved down to his thighs, feeling the power in each squeeze. His cock began to tent in his shorts once again, the fabric straining against the burgeoning erection.

The sensitivity was overwhelming, each touch sending a bolt of pleasure straight to his cock. He was surprised to find that his body was responding so intensely to his own touch. It was like his skin had become a map of erogenous zones, and he was the eager explorer charting his way to a new continent of ecstasy. He couldn't resist the urge to touch himself, his hand moving down to grip his shaft through the fabric.

His breath caught in his throat as he felt the fabric tighten around his swelling member. He could feel the blood rushing to the tip, the pressure building as he stroked himself again in time with his racing heart. It was as if his body had been rewired, every muscle a conduit for pleasure. The simple act of touching his own skin was a symphony of sensation, each stroke a crescendo that brought him closer to the edge.

Jack's eyes grew hooded, his gaze locked on the bulging outline of his cock beneath the strained fabric of his shorts. He could feel the magic thrumming through him, urging him to release the power that had been coiled within. His hand moved faster, the friction of his palm against the sensitive skin of his shaft sending waves of ecstasy through his body. It was as if every nerve ending was a live wire, and he was the master of his own pleasure.

The room spun around him as he grew closer to the edge. His breaths were shallow pants, his hips bucking involuntarily with each stroke. The scent of sweat and arousal filled the air, a heady aphrodisiac that only served to drive him higher. He felt like he was floating, his body no longer anchored to the ground but instead riding the currents of pleasure that the magic had unleashed within him.

Jack's eyes snapped open, realizing that jerking was no longer necessary. The magic was doing it for him, his cock moving of its own accord, sliding through the tight ring of his fist with a slick ease that was almost eerie. The sensations grew more intense, each pulse of his heart echoing in the swollen head of his cock. He was so close, so incredibly close.

With a roar that seemed to shake the very foundation of the garage, Jack climaxed. His body was wracked with spasms, his cock jettisoning rope after rope of cum that arced through the air like a fountain. The spells in the air grew stronger, feeding on the power of his release. He felt his muscles clench and bulge as the magic surged through him, his body convulsing with the sheer force of his orgasm again.

As he came back down from his high, even though the polo got shredded in the process, Jack felt a warmth spread through him that went beyond mere physical pleasure. It was as if he could feel the embrace of Mrs. Castellanos, her love and support enveloping him like a warm blanket. Tears streamed down his face as he whispered, "Thank you, Maria." It was a moment of pure connection, a silent acknowledgment of the gift she had given him.

Paul, meanwhile, found himself snapped back to reality, his own body trembling with the aftershocks of shared ecstasy. He looked down to see that his shorts were damp and a trail of cum trickled down his legs. He had experienced Jack's transformation through the vision, and it had affected him on a visceral level. His own arousal was undeniable, the intensity of Jack's pleasure resonating within him.

"Jack, that's… that's incredible," he managed to murmur, his voice thick with awe.

Jack nodded, a smirk playing on his lips. "But that's not even the half of it," he said, his eyes gleaming with mischief. "Graduation day, right? So, I'm there, looking like a fucking Greek god, right?"

Paul nodded, his own imagination running wild with the image of Jack, bulging with muscles, striding through the crowded hall.

Jack leaned in closer, his grin growing wider. "Yeah, man, I was the talk of the town," he said, his eyes gleaming with pride. "But it was more than just the looks. I could feel it, you know? Like I had a power inside me, just waiting to be unleashed."

Paul nodded, his hand still resting on Jack's shoulder. He could feel the warmth radiating from his friend's body, the power that he spoke of almost palpable in the air.

Jack took a deep breath, his chest swelling with pride as he recounted the day of his graduation. "It was like walking on air, man," he said, his eyes glazed over with the memory. "I had this new confidence, like I could take on the world. And everyone noticed." He chuckled, the sound deep and rich. "The girls, the guys, even the teachers." His eyes grew distant, reliving the moment. "But it was what I heard that really pissed me off…"

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honeytonedhottie · 7 months ago

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effortlessly pretty⋆.ೃ࿔*:･💅🏽

in this post im gonna talk about how to maintain an effortlessly pampered and groomed appearance ✨

STAYING HIGH MAINTENANCE TO BE LOW MAINTENANCE ;

doing high maintenance things so that u can be low maintenance for the majority of the time is the way to GO. some high maintenance procedures and regimens include...

getting ur lashes done

getting ur eyebrows done

manicures and pedicures

hydrafacials etc

and you can also commit to doing high maintenance things on a more regular basis so that u can maintain urself without too much effort through things like learning how to do and maintain ur own brows, waxing etc.

COLLECT THE BASICS ;

if you invest in supplies to do ur own procedures then you can save a lot of money + you'd be learning a new skill that u can POTENTIALLY monetize off of. its always good to be self sufficient so make sure to invest in things to do ur own beauty procedures. things like...

nail lamp + nail polishes, files, acrylic nails, press ons ETC

facial steamers and other facial tools

but collecting the basics include things like hair rollers, facial masks, things that u can find at target and easily restock if u needed to.

HAIR, SKIN, NAILS ;

i refer to hair skin and nails as the BASE. i think that if u have ur hair skin and nails together then EVERYTHING will look put together so they have top priority. learn ur hair type and how to take care of and style ur hair type properly in order to keep it healthy.

learn ur skin type and how to take care of it properly, i recommend my skincare master post if ur looking for a place to start. and to maintain perfect nails i recommend trimming + shaping weekly and invest in a good nail gel and cuticle oil to keep ur nails on 10.

HOT TIP ; to grow out my nails i like to soak them in a mixture of water, salt and olive oil for 15-20 minutes…💬🎀

INNER GLOW ;

ur health makes a huge difference in the way that u look and feel which is why its important to get adequate sleep, exercise and eat foods that are healthy for you in order to have a balanced diet. make sure that ur drinking enough water and sweating out toxins.

THE NIGHT ROUTINE ;

having a night routine thats high maintenance so that u can be low maintenance in the morning not only saves you so much time, but its a great way to get any beauty regimens done without worrying about being seen cuz ur going to bed anyways.

for my night time beauty routine i like to slug my face in aquaphor (make sure that u test out a small amount if u wanna try and see how ur skin reacts bcuz everyones skin is different) i use this hair device that curls my hair and i always sleep in a bonnet.

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So... pubic hair.

My wife loves me clean-shaven. My wife loves me hairy and untamed. About the only thing my wife didn't like was when I gave myself a landing strip (seriously... she referred to my lady business as a "bad cosplay of Hitler" and gave me the worst complex... that was also several years ago).

I typically like to keep myself clean-shaven, but it's such a pain in the ass to maintain. That being said, full-on bush is also a struggle because no matter how clean I am or whatever upkeep I do, eventually, I just start to smell so it gets frustrating.

Any advice on healthy, clean, pubic hair upkeep?

I’ll be honest, I loathe having bush. It’s itchy and hot and feels like a bad sensory thing against my underwear. Turns out, it’s a great motivator to shave when not shaving makes your skin crawl.

Back in my early twenties I’d try to keep it very nice and sleek on the regular, shaving every other day.

Nowadays I generally shave like once a week when the hair gets long enough to annoy me. I never shave against the grain, and use soap as shaving cream. ¯\_(ツ)_/¯ that’s my super fancy tip, sorry. Possibly other folks have more for you.

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orphic1salon · 2 years ago

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HOW TO MAINTAIN HEALTHY HAIR | TIPS FROM THE EXPERTS | Orphic Salon

Healthy hair is the foundation for a stunning look, but maintaining its health can be a challenge. From daily stress to pollution and even styling products, it's essential to know how to maintain healthy hair. Here are some expert tips from the best salon in Jabalpur on how to achieve and maintain healthy hair.

1. Nourish your hair from the inside out - Eating a well-balanced diet rich in vitamins and minerals can significantly improve the health of your hair. Make sure to include foods like eggs, leafy greens, and nuts, which are rich in biotin, iron, and vitamin E, to strengthen your hair

2. Use heat-protectant products for hair health- While heat styling tools can damage your hair, using heat-protecting products can help minimize the damage and maintain healthy hair. Make sure to use sprays or creams before styling to keep your hair healthy and shiny.

3. Hydrate your hair regularly for hair health- Dry hair is more prone to breakage, so it's essential to keep your hair hydrated for healthy hair. Treat your hair to a weekly deep conditioning treatment, and try to use lukewarm water when washing your hair to avoid stripping it of its natural oils.

4. Use Gentle Brush and Combs- Use a wide-toothed comb and a gentle brush to detangle your hair, especially when it's wet. It helps prevent breakage and also the split ends.

5. Trim your hair regularly for healthy hair- Regular trims help remove split ends and prevent breakage, so make sure to schedule appointments every six to eight weeks to maintain healthy hair.

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In conclusion, maintaining healthy hair is possible with the right care and products. Book an appointment at Orphic Salon, the best salon in Jabalpur, for a nourishing treatment, and let us help you achieve and maintain healthy, gorgeous hair. Whether you're looking to improve hair health or just maintain healthy hair, our experts have you covered.

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You got me losing control

You looked at him again, anxious, watching him approach cautiously until he shortened the distance between your bodies. “I want you tonight... if you want me...”

pairing: aemond targaryen x wife!reader

warnings: smut, p in v sex, english is not my first language. 3,240 words

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Your marriage to Prince Aemond of House Targaryen was a blessing to your family. No matter how noble a birth or reputation was before Westeros, the union with a representative of royalty is the summit of relevance, respect and sophistication that a house can achieve — and that's exactly how you and your family came to be seen and treated in Kingslanding.

After the announcement of the engagement, certain rumors about the behavior and appearance of your betrothed stirred some concerns about your future and safety. Prince Aemond was a robust, polite, healthy young man and a prodigy in the art of swords; he was also a lover of books, history, philosophy and very reserved, especially after the incident. On the other hand, he was also described as easily irritable, intimidating, serious, silent, ruthless and deformed.

None of you were presented properly before the engagement, which made the following weeks strange, tense and reluctant, even if the effort to alleviate such a situation was mutual — shy and slow as well. You had not yet decided if he didn’t approve of your choice as his future lady wife or if that (contained, cordial and impatient) was just his way. Courtesy was not a problem until it became excessive as a barrier and you begged the Mother for unhappiness to cross your path. You were a lady more than suitable for a wedding, you considered yourself beautiful, polite and affable within your own limits, any Lord would be more than graced to have you by his side, according to your lady mother, and so you expected your new husband to find it.

Everything seemed to go well in the following weeks after the wedding. Even reserved and mysterious, Aemond was kind, attentive and worried about spending some moments of the day with you beyond duty, the construction of intimacy and trust was still slow, but quite satisfactory — in addition, your dresses and jewelry were more beautiful and extravagant than those of the other ladies. However, there was something that terrified you and your husband from the tip of your toes to the last hair: bedtime.

It was infinitely the strangest and most tense situation that your relationship with the prince experienced. You learned that even in moments where his were nervous and not knowing how to act he would still try to maintain the imposing and ruthless posture, but with easy-to-read nuances that revealed that he hadn’t idea what was happening. The consummation of the marriage was the worst physical pain ever felt in your life, although fast, it was extremely uncomfortable and unpleasant. The second night he bed you was even shorter, as a knock outside the shared room in the service of the queen hindered the hardness of his sword. Already the third time his own virility failed and served to create worrying thoughts about your lord husband's lack of interest in you. What if your appearance didn't please he? Or your inexperience? He was also inexperienced, it couldn't be that.

Everything got worse when your moon blood came and the realization of not being able to generate a fruit with his seed left you highly distressed. What if everything got worse after that? Rumors would certainly circulate about the prince's unfit wife and your fertility would be put in check. Such moods were enough to keep you disturbed, sad and ashamed by the previous and present days of your moon blood, until things suddenly changed when the week passed and the way your husband looked so tempting during the sparing session with Sir Criston Cole made an avid heat bloom all over your body. It wasn't even that warm in Kingslanding but he has never been more handsome and virile before, with his silver hair flying through the courtyard and his clothes leaving his delicious defined body even more manly.

What was going on with you?

You knew that the only thing in your mind was that you couldn't wait to have him alone later.

And that's what you did when you left dinner earlier and have a bold and daring bed linen along with loose hair for your husband. The cream-colored dress was made of the finest silk of lys and fell slightly through your body with long sleeves that didn’t close in your arms and left them exposed when moving. You were with your back to the bed and facing the door, anxiously waiting for the arrival of your prince.

You felt a restlessness composed of warmth and desire to go through your body and focus on your femininity in the eagerness for his touch, from the hands exploring your body, your breasts, for the intimate and carnal connection to be consummated. The reason for that was strange to you, since the other times you were together were nothing short of uncomfortable, but who were you to define the plans of fate?

Therefore, when the door opened and Aemond came across his beautiful wife in exquisite and suggestive clothes, his good eye widened more than usual. He closed the door and remained still, impeccable posture and half-open mouth. Your gaze faltered and faced the floor in the following moments, keeping the room silent for long seconds until the courage inflated your lungs and a request for low approach escaped from your lips.

"Can you come here, husband?" You looked at him again, anxious, watching him approach cautiously until he shortened the distance between your bodies. “I want you tonight... if you want me...”

An intense look and a stronger pull of air were the prince's physical response, remaining almost static in front of him. Would it be reluctance or surprise? You didn't want to be pessimistic.

In fact, for a moment Aemond forgot how to pronounce any kind of words and form sentences, totally surprised by your newly discovered boldness. It was a fact that the least developed pillar of your union was the moment of bed, but he thought that time and reading on the subject would enrich the occasion. But not that way, not with his little lady wife looking so tempting in her soft clothes.

The prince was oblivious to what he considered depravity. His only experience with a lady wasn’t planned and appreciated by him and the option to protect himself for his future lady wife was chosen. Unfortunately, the negative side of keeping inequity out of his life was to arrive at the moment of bed without knowing how to give pleasure to his lady correctly. He hated to see the discomfort stamped on your beautiful face every time he pushed his member on your walls, especially in the first copulation. But here he was and there you were willingly giving yourself.

Your steps were smooth and decided in his direction — although there was fear of being renegade — stopping when your hands landed on the chest covered by the black layers of his tunic. "If you don't want to, I'll understand," no, you wouldn't, you would freak out, but it was your duty as a lady and wife to comply with your husband.

Meanwhile, breathing seemed more difficult every second when he noticed the intensity in the way you watched him, a warm and lustful intensity that no other lady ever directed him. He was being cooked inside his own clothes in an almost maddening fire.

"I want this, lady wife," his voice was a few octaves more serious than usual, his good eye so attentive to your gaze that it seemed to pierce your soul.

Only that confirmation made nectar leak from your flower in anticipation. You didn't want to waste any more time, leaning against him, one hand remained on his chest while the other went up the uninjured side of his face, not wanting him to feel cornered.

“May I kiss you, husband?” You asked in a lascivious voice.

“Yes,” he whispered, wrapping an arm around your waist and holding the left side of your face.

The meeting between your lips was calm (inicially), firm and intimate. There was no previous shyness whenever a kiss happened, no, it was incisive, dominant and became increasingly ravishing and warm. There was urgency in the physical search for each other, making the kiss last longer than any other ever exchanged. It was everything you ever wanted it to be, as natural and ardent as a real dream. But it wasn't enough to satisfy your desire for him.

Moving away from your husband's silky and pink lips, you were quick to announce your next wish: "take off my dress, please, I want to do it the right way today."

The usual blue iris was nothing but a memory dominated by the darkness of his pupil. Aemond's large hands landed on your shoulders to slide both straps of the dress to the sides, removing the fabric accumulated at your waist to the floor, exposing your body in full vision to him.

You were burning, longing so eagerly to be touched that you didn’t want to wait for the prince's excessive chivalry and anticipated unbuttoning his tunic without noticing the approach of his hands on your breasts, making you sigh pleasantly in the massage received. It took a lot of effort to keep undressing your husband and not succumbing to his touch on your soft flesh, almost tearing off the piece and throwing it on the floor.

It was not appropriate for a lady to be desperate for such an activity, so even though you wanted to give the same fate to the pants that hid the modesty of your husband, you restrained yourself by analyzing and strumming his delicious abdomen and chest, touching his sculpted shoulders and long arms. His appearence was ridiculously ethereal and perfect.

“Take me Aemond, I need you,” you begged before capturing his lips again, moaning softly when he growled at your mouth and squeezed your ass with one hand and held the part of your head with another, feeling a growing hardness pressing against his stomach.

“I need to prepare you first, my lady,” he whispered hoarsely, now holding on both sides of your hips and looking away shamelessly to your femininity.

Maybe if it weren't for your rush you would have enjoyed a different pleasure that night, with your husband's lips pressed on their petals, but you still didn't know that. However, what he referred to earlier was already understandable to a lady like you.

"No need, I'm ready," you took his hand and guided him to feel your sticky folds, rubbing your juices gently on his thin fingers. After that you didn't spare time to get on the bed and wait for him, who was very quick to discard his shoes and pants to reach you with ferocity. Gods, what was your misdemeaning behavior doing to him?

The prince breathed heavily as he reached your body only to be rotated on the bed so that you would assume him as a mount. “I would like to try otherwise,” you said it with even heavier eyes, putting your hands on his chest to settle above his groin, his virile and thick masculinity rubbing against your mound, making both moan and hands fly at your waist when you rubbed your folds on him.

You have never seemed more tempting than now, with your beautiful body to total contemplation and disposition and so needed by the union of a man and a woman. It was said by Grand Maester Orwyle that ladies usually behave differently after moon blood and can become demanding about their husbands. Aemond properly interpreted the connotation used by the older man, but did not imagine that it would be such a drastic and needy requirement.

And then, deciding to end your suffering, you sat on the bulbous and reddish tip of your prince's sword, ignoring the initial pain and closing your eyes as you felt him stretch your walls so well in an overwhelming and indescribable feeling. "Oh, Aemond!" A breathless moan escaped when it reached his groin after long seconds. The extraordinary pain recurrent at other times was nothing more than an old ghost when you slid easily on its axis, moving up and down in an experimental and tasty constancy.

Aemond tried to keep his usual stoic feature but it was absolutely difficult when your velvety walls made him feel so good. With his mouth ajar and a heavy look, Aemond squeezed his waist in his clamor for him, taking a deep breath with the sloppy and needy rhythm that you established next.

You didn't know if you were doing it the right way, but you really appreciated the feeling of his thick and soft sword brushing against delicious places in your soft flower. It was good enough to make you moan continuously and scratch the milky skin on his chest.

Hoarse and strangled sounds were released by him during the shock of your hips, closing the good eye to focus on not ending early. He was still stunned by the walk of things since his arrival at the shared cameras — positively stunned. He never imagined that fornication could be so delicious for both of you.

Your eyes opened when your body signaled fatigue from the exercise in question, causing you to reduce your jumps and lean against his abs, almost lying on Aemond when purring so that he would take a position above you. You are not sure if it was the fluidity of the movement or the pressure on your thighs that persuaded your senses to the speed with which he took control and stayed on top, face closer to yours than before, almost making your lips brush. Before he could think about moving away, your arms wrapped around his neck and maintained the proximity between your faces. You wanted to kiss him, or rather, you wanted him to kiss you passionately.

“Kiss me, my dragon.”

The restraint that imprisoned Aemond's wild nature broke with the nickname he received and made him capture your lips in a dominant and fierce kiss, the kiss you've wanted so much since you woke up that day. His hips began to move against yours in a much more fluid way than the other times, fucking you with deliciously intense impulses, without roughness or softness.

He started another wet and sloppy kiss, sucking your lips before sinking his face into your neck and growling against his skin, then planting kisses. “Are you enjoying it, my lady?”

“Y-yes, my prince, yes, go faster!” You moaned and supported your legs on his waist, letting out an almost small scream when the speed of your impulses increased, numbing your senses. The nervousness of bringing pleasure to his wife was dissipated when all he could feel was the constant friction and the way you squeezed him so well.

Flying in wet and pleasurable clouds, you gently held the back of his neck and sneaked to smell his soft and well-groomed silver hair, purring with the addictive and extremely refreshing musk. His heart warmed timidly with your intimate gesture, caving your beautiful face with one hand and touching his foreheads to make love to you in such a unique and vehement way that it made your toes curl and a feeling bloom inside, developing with each push of his hips.

"Beautiful," he uttered contemplating his face kneaded with pleasure, "you're fucking beautiful, my lady wife."

“Really?” You knew it was, but you wanted him to affirm it from his own belief.

“Yes, a lot,” He was fucking lucky to have you. He should say that.

The tingling inside increased with his confession, building something you hadn't felt yet. Was it your dreamed apex germinating? The feeling that your friends elected as the best of all Westeros? He captured your mouth again in a firm but sloppy kiss at the same time, swallowing your lascivious moans and whining intensifies with each roll of hips.

His pleasure also became difficult to ignore, although he was proud that the act was being more profitable and lasting than the other times. Profitable? No, I was delusional.

The connection between you became steamy every second, causing your future supplication: "continue husband, please don't stop."

There was a certain affected region that made your fingers squirm and gasps of pleasure fill your chambers (and maybe even out of them). The recurrence with which Aemond brushed against that point amplified your pleasure and anticipated the hot euphoria that took over your body, making your sight clear and legs cage him when your high came devastatingly good and strong, causing tremor in your limbs and an absolute squeeze in your cunt around his masculinity.

It was the best thing that has ever hit your body in fact, and that caused the release of his seed on your core in erratic movements and an erotic grunt. The nature of the sensation seemed primitive, it was primitive, as a need that needed to be satiated more often. Your bodies were sweaty when he fell to your side with his eyes closed from recent pleasure, bubbling in deep flames like the Old Valyria.

A more than satisfied smile adorned your face with how indescribably good you felt. Not only physically, but your husband's performance softened part of your fear, only one part, the other unfortunately ascended in equity and sowed doubts in your heart. What if the sweetness in his words was only in the heat of the moment? What if he doesn't think you're pretty?

After a moment of comfortable silence you decided to risk it in a low, almost weak voice "... did you really mean those things? About my beauty?" Gods, you didn't want to look pathetic.

And he didn't want to be an absent husband. "Yes," he confessed in a hoarse and soporific voice, almost ashamed of his attitude. "I'm sorry I don't say that as often as you deserve to hear. You're breathtaking, ma'am." His good eye filtered all the reactions from your face carefully. “I'm very lucky to have you by my side.

And nothing was more radiant than your smile when he heard such loving and beautiful statements, daring to snuggle against his chest even though he had a thin layer of sweat. "Your words are nothing more than kind, my prince, I am very grateful to hear them," you began, "you are also a very handsome man," you smoothed the bruised side of his face with the palm of your hand, not getting close to the scar to scare him. "Almost ethereal if I may say," your face was close to his, looking tenderly before leaning against his lips in a chaste and soft kiss.

Compliments directed at appearance were never true to Aemond. Not that he received them too much after the incident, but all the rare times were false, regrettable and uncomfortable. His abilities made him a man safe enough not to care mostly about his deformity, however, in his interior of steel and fire there was a fraction that longed for genuine kindness.

"You are very kind, my lady," he said softly, his voice almost breaking, "did you like what happened?" The thought was almost all verbalized at once, taking not only you but also him by surprise.

“A lot. I liked it a lot, Aemond," you purred against him, feeling your interior warm and vibrate again. "If it's not inappropriate, I wish we could do it again."

That would be a long night...

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