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The Neath's Mysteries
They say the Neath's destiny is bound with these deeper secrets. Are your eyes on these futures?
They say only six letters of it should ever be written together. The seventh will doom all.
Four jewels are lost. Hold tight to the fifth!
→ A singular phrase
They say that history is seven jewels on a necklace, but two have never been seen. Doesn't one of your friends have a book on the subject?
A long evening
You pace your lodgings, wearing a trail into the carpet. Let's hope your friend comes soon with the book.
→ A strange sort of prank
You keep seeing something. A flash of vivid green in shop windows and the reflections of gaslamps in puddles. Perhaps you know someone reliable who can help you catch the joker.
Why would anyone do this?
There it is again, the briefest green flash, reflected in your own pocket-watch. This is maddening!
The light comes from the jungle behind the glass. Where isn't is.
→ Going to the theatre
The show is cancelled, the poster claims. Mahogany Hall – London's most notorious Music Hall and Theatre – is closed tonight. You know better. You have two tickets to a secret performance of the forbidden Seventh Letter. Find a friend – you don't want to see that alone.
Going the back way
The urchin eyes you suspiciously as you wait in the cold fog behind Mahogany Hall. Where is your friend? The performance starts soon.
→ Sharing a dream
The same dream again. The lush, bright garden. The half-eaten fruit. The mirror and the panther. And you're not the only one. Who else has had this dream?
#chance cards#the neath's mysteries#seeing through the eyes of icarus#touched by fingerwork#walking the falling cities
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Quick question is it bad that i have touched by fingerwork at 38 without really knowing what it does?
you gotta get more fingers touching you dude. your fingering skill is way too low rn you're gonna die to the boss on floor 3 unless you have the BiS AoE greatsword and a few dozen good healing relics. you need like 500 experience with fingering minimum to get past the ultimate deadly death touching attack of ultimate destruction
#jokes aside: afaik touched by fingerwork does absolutely nothing. you can use it for the dilmun club#and by extension evolution#but that's basically the extent of it atm. it's just a vanity quality. unless you wanna get the biggest number#then it's a number collecting game :)#ask#fallen london
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Sisters part 5
Don’t want to be
Brainy
Brainy
Brainy
Alone now, Chloe stretched her sister’s nude body out, face-down, on the couch in the studio, and, straddling Kenzie’s calves, began rubbing her sister’s thighs and hips with her favorite lotion. Kenzie moaned at her touch, her soreness and ache being soothed away by her big sister’s strong hands.
“You took those cocks like a queen, my pet,” Chloe murmured. “What a good girl, I’m so proud of
you ...”
“Mmmmm thank you ... You know I love pleasing my sister ...”
She massaged Kenzie’s perky round bottom, licking her lips. “Yes you do. It feels so good to obey, doesn’t it.”
“Uh huh.”
“You’re going to take lots of cocks for me, angel. But there’s only one pussy you’re addicted to, isn’t that right?”
“Yoursss,” whispered her limp, broken sister.
“Good girl.”
Chloe was feeling a lot more tender toward her sister than she used to. After all, the girl had given her so much pleasure. And she wasn’t the little genius, lording her brains over her anymore. Nothing wrong with a little aftercare.
And anyway, Mom had always taught her to take good care of her toys. Chloe giggled to herself.
“Turn over now, babe. I need a taste.”
Chloe luxuriated for a moment in the sweet taste of her sister’s juices, mixed with the tang of the boys’ cum still dripping out of her cunny. She sucked tenderly on her clit, grazing it over her teeth (to an arched-back moan from Kenzie) before plunging her tongue back into her folds.
She cupped Kenzie’s perfect bottom with both hands and feasted. Finally, she raised her shining face to say, “You love this don’t you.”
“Oh fuck I do ...”
“You’re my suggestible little dimwit, aren’t you?”
“Am I?”
She was about to say, “Yes, you are,” when she paused. Without saying another word, Chloe devoured her sister’s pussy thoughtfully.
She was giving suggestions every time she did that, she knew. Even asking the question was putting an idea into her head, and confirming it seemed to cement it even further. And she’d spent plenty of time making sure that any of Chloe’s suggestions seemed like very, very good ideas to Kenzie.
Should she lock it in, even more than she already had, that Kenzie was, by nature and by definition, suggestible? A suggestible dimwit, to be guided by ANYONE’s input?
She sat back on her haunches, two fingers working deep inside her sister’s pussy.
“The subliminals in my music have lowered your inhibitions,” she mused aloud as Kenzie moaned, “and have been making you think less and giggle more. That by itself has been making you more horny, and in turn more suggestible even without the subliminals directly impacting your need for sex, and need for physical validation.”
Kenzie began pinching her nipples, writhing, lost in pleasure. She let the words pass her by without comprehension.
“Knees up, princess,” Chloe said, and Kenzie instantly lifted her knees to give her sister greater access. “Rub your clit,” she said, and she did.
“Let’s see, there have been messages about obeying Chloe, and about being a good obedient sister. Wanting to please your sister. But did I ever ... You know, what I didn’t think to do was make that connnection for you. So that you’ve been listening to suggestions from ANYONE, not just me, and thinking they’re great ideas ... I never said you only obey your sister. Is that right?”
“Uh huh ... uuunnggghhh ...”
Chloe hadn’t really thought that Kenzie was listening. “It is?”
“Yesss ... I’ve heard so many good ideas this week ... It feels good to do things for my sister, like stupid good!! And I love agreeing with Chloe, it makes me feel so warm and tingly, I’m such a good devoted sister oh fuck that’s good ...”
“But ... honey? Listen ... does it feel good to obey other people besides me?”
“Oh yeah!!!! Like, the other day ... ohhh ffffpleez I needa cum ...”
“Not yet,” said Chloe, slowing her fingerwork, watching her sister’s hands flit from her nipples to her clit to stroking her belly, her whole body on fire with need. “Who else?”
“The other day, some – some boy told me I liked it when he came on my titties ... and uunnghh ... an’ I realized he was RIGHT!! I LOVE it!! I came instantly, the next time somebody came on my boobies!!”
“You did??”
“Uh huh!! I just wish I had bigger titties, so it would feel even better, and I could get more cum on them!!! Oh godd, rubbing cum in my big giant boobs I’d cum over an’ over ...”
“Umm ... Wow. OK.” Chloe had removed her fingers completely, and was sucking on them absently, enjoying her little sister’s taste. “What else?”
Her corrupted sister was molesting herself mercilessly, her eyes pointed toward the ceiling but dazed and unfocused. “Ummm ... well just now I found out what spit-roasted means!! And I found out I like it so much it makes me cum buckets!!! I can’t wait to do it again!!!”
Chloe watched her for a moment. “OK, I gotta think about this. Go ahead and cum.”
When the screaming had subsided, Chloe brought iPod #3 to the limp form of the girl. She was completely drained in body as well as mind. “I’ve got some work to do, hun. You can listen to your favorite song while I work, okay?”
Kenzie barely stirred. Just stared at the wall, a little drool dribbling from the corner of her mouth.
Sisters ... Sisters ...
You are such a good devoted sister ...
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Four days until my account anniversary. Touched by Fingerwork is still sitting at 73, and I don't think I'll be able to max it out by the 14th. Any alternative thoughts for how to celebrate Ockham's birthday?
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I have been playing fallen London for a week now and at this point i have had:
a lot of nightmares,
gone insane for a bit because i didn't really read the fine print on the mirror i looked into,
have the touched by fingerwork at 9,
got two "a voice from a well" cards in one day,
picked up a monkey that can play cards,
and now im at Abor, of the Roses.
This has been a fun week!
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how about some tickles for a shy lee after you walk in on her making herself cum? a lee who is blushy and flustered after being caught touching herself, combined with the increased post orgasm sensitivity is just *chefs kiss* <3
"ooooh what do we have here?" How unfortunate~ I've arrived home a little earlier than expected and happened in your ménage a Moi in our living room. You try to play it off, but there's no mistaking what I just witnessed, and suddenly I'm cuddling up next to you, arm around your back holding your side snugly with the cool metal of my chunky bracelet gliding along your skin as I get into position. The silkiness of my mermaidy top brushes on your hot skin, as does the material of my soft black leggings when I throw one leg over yours to pin you gently~ I make sure you get plenty of sensation on those over sensitized nerves.
"Ahhh, ah, ahh ~ naughty naughty girl. No, no, no, don't cover it up now let's see let's see what my silly girl was up to ~ Ooo you were doing a little finger painting huh? Working on a button-based masterpiece? Mmm? Did it feel just so good? Yeahh? So tinglyyy~ and y'know what? I bet you're alsoooo ~ oh yes, a little tinnnnny bit...ticklish!!" My fingers start pinching your side playfully as I giggle at your ears and start planting little flirty kisses.
"Does it tickle? Wittle kissies on your ear? Aww, look at you, you're just soo melty. Why, I'm barely touching youuu. Post orgasm tickles! Yeah you're just the cutest thing. Come hereee let mama see how pink you are down there." I lovingly move your hands aside and inspect your fingerwork, smiling warmly and blowing little puffs of air at your thighs and girlihood.
"Coochie coo my little lovey dovey songbird. Post orgasm tickles. Look at how you twitch and wiggle. Are you just so sensitive and blushy and cute? Are you my adorable little giggly gigglegasmed angel? How about these buttons? Did you play with these? Mmm?" I lean in and wiggle my nails along your chest, exploring your curvature. With a sly grin I pluck up one of my braided pigtails and start stroking the soft supple tip along your nipple. "How does that feel? Soo tickly? On a scale from one to ten. Tell me~ tell me how it tickles. Is it more ticklish or less ticklish after you came? Come on now, this is for the science. Inquiring minds want to know. How is Amy's adorable cutie pie feeling having her nipples tickled by a little bit of soft hair following a lovely little orgasm?"
I snicker and follow your hyper sensitized reactions, hovering over your squirming wiggles with a knowing smile. I toss my hair aside and make kissy faces. I nod yes yes yes to your no no no and lean down, but divert and playfully start nibbling at your underarms. "Oooh we'll get to the buttons but first let me show you a fun trick. After a climax your skin can get sooo sensitive to nibbly ticklies and these underarms just looked sooo deliciously yummy" I easily pin your arm up through your post-orgasm state and bury my soft lips, kissing and nibbling at the tender crevice. "What ticklish little pits you have my dear! I bet it's just sooo electrifying with all that lovely residual gigglegasmic energy floating about~"
I kiss my way down to your ribs and start tickling at your sideboobs with my fingers as my lips brush your swollen buttons. "Ummmh. Nice girly buttonsss so soft and ticklish and sweet." I muah muah muah all over them, darting my tongue about as nails glide up and down your upper sides, occasionally digging into your underarms or working down to squeeze at your hips as you buck and struggle. "Aww are you getting all worked up again? Do we need toooo~ butter your muffin all over?"
I scoot up and take your hand, kissing it gently before guiding it between your legs. "There we go, you just butter away my dear, work that button now. I'll tickle you all the way through" I start moving your hand on your girly part, snickering as you get all aroused anew. My other hand plays at your thighs and belly, my lips brush your neck and occasionally kiss at your cheeks to urge you along. "Mmhh. So lovely ~ you keep being so beautifully cutely giggly and I'm afraid this is going to turn into a mutual session~"
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What many individuals take with no consideration at the moment is something however that. Carrying a totally purposeful laptop in your pocket that you could solely function along with your fingers was nearly unimaginable 15 years in the past. “Every now and then a revolutionary product comes along that changes everything,” stated Apple CEO Steve Jobs (1955-2011) on the Presentation of the primary iPhone 2007. Once once more the visionary from Silicon Valley was confirmed proper, so far the iPhone alone has bought greater than two billion models. About the delivery of the primary smartphone as we all know it at the moment.
For a very long time it was not clear internally at Apple which idea for a brand new product would prevail. After the iPod appeared in 2001 and, as Jobs would later put it, not solely “changed the way of listening to music but the entire music industry”, the feverish seek for the following massive hit continued. Innovative working ideas needed to be discovered, analysis carried out and cash nonetheless made.
The balancing act between revolution and earning profits
In 2005, Apple entered right into a cooperation with Motorola in an effort to generate extra attain for the iTunes music service. The end result was the Motorola ROKR, the primary cell phone to combine the iTunes participant. However, as a result of a most of 100 songs could possibly be saved on the ROKR and Apple introduced the iPod Nano on the identical day, the venture was a flop with clients and was discontinued after a couple of months.
Meanwhile, behind Apple’s closed doorways, work continued at full velocity. FingerWorks from Delaware offered the important thing to what tech customers now know because the “normal” smartphone expertise. Its founders John Elias and Wayne Westermann developed the technical foundation of the multi-touch operate and gesture management. In the summer time of 2005, Apple acquired FingerWorks and took over a lot of the workforce.
This is how Apple made the breakthrough with the iPhone
However, the query at Apple was methods to use the acquired know-how in observe. Should the way in which the iPod or iMac work be modified? And what was the added worth for the customers? Apple engineers’ reply was to create a brand new gadget that mixes each, can be a cell phone and essentially modifications the way in which we use cellular units. “Today we are reinventing the telephone,” stated Jobs confidently when presenting the primary iPhone in 2007.
In reality, the market launch of the iPhone on June 29, 2007 within the USA was groundbreaking for your entire cellular communications and IT trade. Smartphones within the custom of the primary iPhone are actually an integral a part of on a regular basis life, from Nairobi to Bangkok, within the Arctic and on the excessive seas. All over the world, younger and outdated individuals use pocket computer systems, the efficiency of which has multiplied through the years, however the fundamental concept has modified little for the reason that first iPhone… This is how one can age gracefully.
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My mind keeps going back to that woman in Arbor. The one we encountered in the dream-streets. I will likely never see her again, hopefully so, even... but ever since I saw her I’ve noticed coiling shapes on the edges of mirrors, and I...
...I think I will see that lost expression on my own face, someday.
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NSFW Alphabet with Ron Slater
A/N: No one has done anything for this character yet, so here you go. :)
A = Aftercare (What they’re like after sex)
Slater is the sweetest. After sex, he would always ask if you were okay. He would bring you some water and a cloth to clean yourself. He would always want you close to him. He would roll a joint for the both of you to share. You two would just smoke and speak sweet nothings in each other’s ears. After a while, you hold him into a tight embrace and tell each other how much you love each other.
B = Body part (Favorite body part of theirs and also their fave body part belonging to their partner)
To Slater, everything about you was perfect. But if he had a favorite body part of yours, it would be your thighs. Your thighs were so soft and he loved how it cushions his face when he goes down on you. Your favorite of his body was his hands. His skillful fingerwork alone would make you climax.
C = Cum (Anything to do with cum basically)
He likes to release on your stomach and breasts. The beautiful sight of your covered in glistening sweat and his seed turns him on all over again. He also likes when you swallow.
D = Dirty secret (pretty self explanatory, a dirty secret of theirs)
Slater is would never keep a sexual secret from you. You were a person that is easy to talk to and open minded. Since he is the same way, he’s quite open with speaking of sexual things. He loves talking dirty and seeing you squirm.
E = Experience (how experienced are they? do they know what they’re doing?)
Slater has some experience. As he stated, he wanted someone with quality. He wants someone who could match his energy when it came to this topic. Lucky for him, you were the perfect match. You both had enough experience to please each other.
F = Favorite position (this goes without saying)
He actually has two positions that he truly loves. His number one fave is the classic missionary. He loves to share kisses and moans with you as he penetrated you. His second favorite position is when you straddle him. He could grab your hips and guide you up and down his cock.
G = Goofy (are they more serious in the moment? are they humorous? etc.)
Slater can be a goofball during sex sometimes. He says some of the weirdest and funniest things during sex. He loves it when he makes you laugh in the moment. Your laugh was music to his ears. For the most part, he is very serious when it comes to sex. He’s gets deep and lost in you. He’s in love with the way you feel underneath him, how you react to his touch and he sounds you make when he’s taking you so good or the sounds you make when he’s taking you so good and how you feel wrapped around him.
H = Hair (how well groomed are they? does the carpet match the drapes? etc.)
Slater is a little on the lazy side, but for someone like he manages to keep himself groomed. He trims every once in a while, so he is fairly groomed.
I = Intimacy (how are they during the moment? the romantic aspect)
Slater is really romantic in the moment. Sex is very intimate for him and for you. He tries to always make it about you and your pleasure. Moments like these make both of you realize how lucky you two are to have each other.
J = Jack off (masturbation headcanon)
He jacks off every other day. He loves to look at the polaroid that he took of you to help him jack off. It was such a pretty picture of you. The sight of you topless and vulnerable in his bed.
K = Kink (one or more of their kinks)
Slater loves cockwarming. When he’s too tired to move around so much or he just wants to relax, he’ll let you warm his cock. Sometimes he lets you make it more exciting and allows you to touch yourself or play with your clit while he stays inside you. You make him cum a few times like that, all the while without moving or thrusting inside you.
Slater also has the biggest worship kink. He loves to hear you tell him how huge he is, how good he is doing, and most importantly when you thank him for how good he makes you feel.
L = Location (favorite places to do the do)
He prefers doing it in the bedroom out of all places now. You did it in the car plenty of times and in an open field while stargazing. But one time, you two did do it in the back of Pickford’s car one time at a party, but you both ended up getting caught. Ever since, the bedroom was the only acceptable place for the two of you.
M = Motivation (what turns them on, gets them going)
He love watching you dance at parties. The way you move always turns him. He would join you to and you would move onto each other, fluid with each others movements. Right after these dances, you two would definitely have sex. He also loves seeing you wear his shirts with just your panties underneath.
N = No (something they wouldn’t do, turn offs)
He’s up for anything. As long as it’s not harmful. He’d never want to hurt you. Bondage is a big no for him. He doesn’t like orgasm denials either.
O = Oral (preference in giving or receiving, skill, etc.)
He prefers receiving over giving. The sight of you with his cock in your mouth is the hottest thing ever. The feeling of your tongue swiping over his length drives him crazy. He loves giving and he’s pretty good at it. His tongue flicks in amazing motions while working with his fingers.
P = Pace (are they fast and rough? slow and sensual? etc.)
He’s a total softie, so he likes to take his sweet precious time with you. The majority of the time, he’s passionate and slow. If you want him to be rough, he is willing to do so.
Q = Quickie (their opinions on quickies, how often, etc.)
He’s not a big fan of quickies. He likes to take his time with you.
R = Risk (are they game to experiment? do they take risks? etc.)
He’s willing to try new things as long as you’re comfortable with it. He just won’t participate in anything that is harmful to you or him.
S = Stamina (how many rounds can they go for? how long do they last?)
Most of the time, he can only go for 1 round. Sometimes, he can do 2. Overall, sex is pretty energy-consuming for him.
T = Toys (do they own toys? do they use them? on a partner or themselves?)
He’s not a fan of using toys. He wants to be the one doing all the pleasuring for you.
U = Unfair (how much they like to tease)
He doesn’t do teasing much. He does it occasionally. But majority of the time. He starts to feel bad, because he just wants to make both of you feel good.
V = Volume (how loud they are, what sounds they make, etc.)
He’s loud. His moans and whimpers are pleasing your ear. The sounds just turn you on some more. He also slips out curse words here and there as he starts reaching his climax.
W = Wild card (a random headcanon for the character)
When he's stoned, he gets more clingy and soft when he's with you. He's so touchy and sex is even more soft.
X = X-ray (let’s see what’s going on under those clothes)
He is about 6 inches, 7 inches when hard. He has some girth to him. He’s not too thick or thin. He’s the perfect size for you.
Y = Yearning (how high is their sex drive?)
Slater’s sex drive is fairly average. He doesn’t have a high sex drive as many others think. He has many dirty thoughts about you all the time though.
Z = Zzz (how quickly they fall asleep afterwards)
As stated earlier, Slater is such a big softie. He cuddles up next to you and lays on your chest. You start running your fingers through his hair. Once he feels that repeated motion on his head, lights out for him. The sight of him sleeping was so peaceful to you.
#dazed and confused#ron slater#ron slater x reader#dazed and confused imagine#dazed and confused headcanon#smut#slater#90s movies#y/n#reader#ron slater smut#kevin pickford#dazed and confused imagines#dazed and confused headcanons#90s movies imagines#90s movies headcanons#ron slater imagine#female! reader
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⇢ CODE RED ; JJ
summary jj went a little too far and drove the reader to say something he thought she’d never have to.
pairing jj maybank x female!reader
warnings Smut; use of safeword, dominance, bdsm, etc. angst(?)
The tinted window to your room allowed you to see the sunset in a different tint, but that wasn’t what you were focused on. JJ had just had a rather frustrating day out, and you were all for calming him down. His mind went into domspace in an instant, picturing you under his control and dominance.
“I want to try something new today,” he spoke, his eyes were set upon your bare body that was ready to take him. You weren’t necessarily opposed to trying out new things with JJ, especially in bed, but dominant JJ, you knew that you were in for a hell of a ride. You gulped, your eyes were fixated on JJ’s hands and how they were distressingly tugging on the sheets of your bed, before responding to him, “Yeah? What do you have in mind?”
His lips molded into a slight smirk, the excitement radiating through him at the thought of doing what he wanted to if you agreed to it. He wasn’t one to force you into doing something, nor did he want to physically or emotionally hurt you whilst doing something, and you knew that he would never do that. “I want to cover your eyes,” he spoke, his voice laced in eagerness and lust, hoping that you would say yes. You bit your lower lip whilst thinking about his suggestion; you two had spoken about it previously, you weren’t against it, you felt anxious about it. But the more you thought of it, the lesser you thought about what might go wrong and it actually being a good experience.
You looked back up at him, his eyes already set upon you patiently, and when he saw your lips curve into a slight smile, he had an idea that you were on the same boat as him. “We can try that,” you finally said, and you felt your heartbeat pumping faster when you saw him instantaneously take out the pieces of white cloth you had for him from your drawers, that were waiting to be used.
“I’m gonna tie your hands to the bed first, okay?” his voice was gentle, he didn’t want to overwhelm you before it began by treating you degradingly, he wanted to make you feel safe; he knew how badly this could go and how you might feel.
You laid down on your back and raised your hands up, signalling for him to tie them to the wooden headboard of the bed, and he did exactly that. Although his mind was thinking about tying your legs too, he was afraid that it was too much freedom taken away from you already, with your arms tied as well as your eyes shut by tying his infamous bandana around it.
Once you had your sense of sight taken away by JJ, you were feeling a wave of emotions. You didn’t know if this was going to go amazingly or horribly wrong, hoping it wasn’t the latter. “Remember, the code word is muffin,” was the last thing he said before he began with his act. He didn’t ever think that you would use the safeword, but he always felt better by reminding you of it in any case you feel like you need to use it.
And so, he began. He toyed with your clit first, and not being able to see his beautiful face while he did so was a downside for you, even though you felt the amazing sensation down there. You were upset that you couldn’t look him in the eyes while he fingered you, enough to make you orgasm instantly, you couldn’t stare at him being concentrated on warming you up and making you feel good before he inserted himself in you. But the way you were moaning said otherwise. JJ always had a way with his fingerwork, it was always enough to pleasure you to the maximum.
He stopped for a second and repositioned himself on the bed, sitting on his knees as he stared at your legs spread wide open waiting for him. He was unsure of whether or not he should inform you before he put himself in you, but since you weren’t able to see what was happening, maybe he needed to do it without any notice. “JJ?” You began to ask, feeling empty down there due to no contact, and it was a coincidence that as soon as you said his name, he pushed himself into your hole in a surge, causing you to scream in pleasure as well as well as the inundating feeling you were feeling.
You felt goosebumps on your arms, uneasily wrapped to the bed. You didn’t have anything to grip on, not his back nor the bedsheets, so you made do by curling your palms into a fist and digging your nails deep into your palms.
A few minutes passed, he had turned you to the side into a rather uncomfortable position as your hands were tied, but you didn’t mind. That was until you felt a sharp pain on your ass at the collision from his palm. He spanked you, mainly because he knew that you loved the pain, and the yelp of pain you let out, he mistook for majorly pleasure rather than excruciating pain. It wasn’t extremely hard, the spank, but it was enough to make your covered eyes swell up in tears due to the instant shock that went through your body at that moment.
“Muffin, muffin,” you said, your voice was covered by his loud groans as he thrusted in and out of you, as well as the screams you let out in the middle of saying the safeword. He didn’t understand what you were saying first, until he heard you say it again, this time, a lot louder along with your voice filled in torment and discomfort.
“What?” he asked confusingly, removing his hard cock from you, not caring that he wasn’t able to finish. “Muffin,” you sorely said again, breaking out in sobs. “y/n, baby, what did I do?” he quickly questioned as he began untying your hands from the bed, and then undoing the bandana to allow you to open your eyes. You didn’t answer the question, instead, you brought your knees up to your chest and whimpered in pain. JJ looked at you, his hair disheveled and his eyes calming down from the rage going on in his body. He walked closer to you and tried to place his hands on the side of your face, something he’d do to calm you down, but seeing you flinch away from him was enough for him to mentally curse at himself for causing you this much pain.
What he didn’t know was that you weren’t specifically flinching from his touch, you would’ve done the same for any contact trying to be made with you from another person. “Babe, you’ve got to tell me what I did, please,” his voice was shaky, he couldn’t bare to see the sight of you sobbing into your knees and trembling due to something he did.
“It- it was too much,” you managed to say in between hiccups. JJ’s hands went to his hair, sliding his fingers through his blonde locks in guilt. “Can I touch you?” he asked, his voice gentle and welcoming. You slowly nodded but your trembling wasn’t slowing down.
His arms wrapped around your shoulders, feeling as though that was the only safe spot of your body that he could touch without hurting you. He pushed himself closer to your body and put his index finger and middle finger under your chin, lifting your face to look him in the eye.
The sight of seeing you like this was unbearable to him. All he wanted to do was press his lips against your own and tell you and calm you down. “I’m so sorry, baby,” he managed to let out, he knew that if he tried to say anything more, he’d break down in tears too, and he didn’t want you to feel guilty for using the safeword for the first time in your relationship.
“It was- it was just too much to handle,” you told him, shaking your head thinking you were being rather dramatic, but he was quick to dismiss that you were. Your trembling gradually began to slow down and your heart was beating at a stable rate, you took this moment to look at JJ’s eyes and then down at his lips that were slightly quivering, you leaned in and pressed a quick peck on his lips to let him know that you forgive him.
"Finger?” you said, it came out more as a question. The confusion was present in his eyes, misinterpreting what you meant, “I don’t think you-” he began, putting his hand on your temple, but when you slightly opened your mouth, he knew what you wanted.
He placed the tip of his thumb in your mouth, allowing you to suck on it slightly as a coping mechanism. It wasn’t sexual at all, it was simply just something that you did in order to calm yourself down. He stared intently into your eyes and his lips curved into a smile at your gesture, and knowing that he could be of help made him even more happy. However, imagining the image of you crying due to what he did couldn’t leave his mind, but he tried not to think of it.
“How would you like if I prepared you some food?” he suggested, his voice was raspy due to the dryness in his throat. Your face slightly lit up at the suggestion, you eagerly nodded as he removed his thumb from your mouth. “I love you,” you mumbled to him, nuzzling your face into his bare chest, your tear stains recognizable to him. He drew in a sharp breath, “I love you so much, you don’t know how sorry I am,”
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Mujician — 10 10 10 (Cuneiform)
10 10 10 by Mujician
More than a decade after the fact, it is heartbreaking to ponder the dissolution of one of the finest improvising quartets this side of 1970. The phrase doesn’t even begin to describe Mujician’s elasticity, mind-bending precision and instantaneous communication that could change the music’s course even before the proverbial hat dropped. Keith Tippett, Paul Dunmall, Paul Rogers and Tony Levin were four in one, or was it the other way around? Now, Cuneiform, a label that has done more than right by the band, has released the final Mujician studio recording, captured during a brief 2010 tour. Leven would pass away only months later, effectively ending the ensemble. Tippett’s life ended in 2020.
Contemplating any moments isolated in writing this review, and it’s like reviewing a sunset or a rainbow, do nothing to speak to the totalities that constitute these two long pieces. Every Mujician concert and recording, as there was very little separating them, were as different as their disparate vocabularies were unified. Whether involving a plethora of instrumental timbres, as happened often in the early days and on Journey, the first Cuneiform recording, or with the more stripped-down version represented here, each player creates a universe into and out of which the others travel with the freedom of citizenship. Dig into the opening moments of “Remember,” just to sample the kinds of diverse relationships inherent in this freedom-via-chamber-music approach. Keith Tippet’s magical touch offers up a descending quarter-arc immediately answered by Tony Levin’s melodically gorgeous cymbals which, after a few phrases in contrapuntal chorale from Tippet, join him to end the line and to begin the next as Dunmall’s tenor and Rogers’ bass bring a fugal aspect to the quadrilogue. As if organically, like the deepest conversations or the multivalent ebb and flow of a perfect spring afternoon’s soundscape, everything emerges from that briefest of exchanges. Take your choice; engage with the groove that Levin and Rogers imply and encircle, momentarily stating it only for it to fragment and evaporate, or revel in each phrase Dunmall and Tippett leave hanging for the other to complete. The synchronicity is extraordinary down to the microdetail, as at 2:28, where Tippett and Levin complete a thought only for everything to stop, like those moments in a crowd where that no-language rush and thrum of human speech spontaneously subsides. The bass harmonics and breathy tenor leading into the fifth minute could not be further afield from the choppy lines and arrows occurring a minute later, and yet all has led to and encompassed each transition, negating even the idea of transition. If the pointillistic exchanges at 17:35 seem a long way off from the calm depth of the swining groove at 12:18, they merge in context, hanging together in a way few groups can even conceive, let alone master as did this ensemble of more than two decades. What other ensemble, save maybe the Mingus group of 1964 or the Futterman/Fielder/Jordan trio, could make a transition somewhere between a waltz and a mazurka swing?! Through the mountain-peak registral interplay of Dunmall’s soprano and Roger’s dizzying arco augmented by Tippett’s mildly prepared piano, all of which paves the way for a rip-roaring solo from Rogers, it is if all has been building up to the moment where Dunmall’s droning pipes bring the unity present all along into focus. The piece ends with Levin, Rogers and Tippett’s percussives in a kind of modal concurrence, inhabiting a place beyond geography, their collectivity having undergone, yet again, the transformation that happened whenever Mujician performed.
Obviously, that unity of approach is far from the entire picture, or rather, it’s a component, an aspect of what the finest groups achieve. That symbiosis wouldn’t exist without the firmly established individualities that guide each moment. There is Tippett’s fleet fingerwork, often in the service of quartal harmonies which, in duet with Levin, grace the titular piece’s opening. Similarly, Dunmall’s pantonal lines imply as much as they state, like those five minutes into the same track. Paul Rogers can walk with the best of them, but the unique sound of his seven-string acoustic bass acts like a chorus at key moments, as he interweaves polyphony into the melodies Tippett and Dunmall lay down at 8:22 and beyond. Then, there is Tony Levin. No better summation of his art is needed than the album’s opening minutes. He was melodist and rhythmatist in tandem, as befits his diverse pedigree. Here, he teases out a groove on tom and snare only to let it slide, to resume it with high-hat changing the rhythm and then to launch into something encompassing and transcending not only swing but notions of fast and slow, rivaling the concise solos of old in which all needed to be said in thirty seconds. His power and delicacy balance in a way that supported and propelled his fellow musicians. He, Tippett and Mujician are sorely missed. We must celebrate the group’s legacy on disc, of which this excellently recorded session is the capstone.
Marc Medwin
#mujician#10 10 10#cuneiform#marc medwin#albumreview#dusted magazine#experimental jazz#free jazz#art rock
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Diabolik Lovers GRAND EDITION for Switch ;; More, Blood ー Kou Dark [08]
ー The scene starts in Yui’s room
Ruki: Oi.
Yui: Ruki-kun. What’s wrong?
Ruki: Go wake up Kou. You can enter his room as you please. I’ll give you permission. You know where it is, right?
Yui: Eh? E-Excuse me?
Ruki: You heard me. Hurry up and go.
ー The scene shifts to the hallway
*Knock knock*
Yui: Kou-kun? I’m coming in...?
*Rattle*
Yui: ( Huh? It’s locked. How troublesome... )
*Knock*
Yui: Kou-kun, it’s already the evening. You have to get up soon orーー
Kou: ...Uu...
Yui: ( ...? I can hear something? )
Kou: N...No...! It hurts...It hurts! Stop!!
Yui: ( This is Kou-kun’s voice!? What is going on? Is somebody inside!? )
*Thud*
Yui: Kou-kun! What’s wrong!?
*Thud*
Yui: Kou-kun!
Yuma: Fuckin’ pipe down!
So it’s ya? Whatcha doin’ there?
Yui: Something is wrong with Kou-kun...!
Yuma: Aah? With Kou?
Yui: He’s saying things like ‘it hurts’ or ‘stop’...I wonder if somebody got inside...? Could it be...a burlgar or something...?
Yuma: As if. Pretty sure it’s just the usual. Listen up, when this happensーー
Kou, wake the fuck up!!
*THUD*
Yui: Yuma-kun!?
Yuma: Ya better open this damn door soon or I’m gonna kick it in!
ー Kou steps out into the hallway
Yui: Kou-kun!
Yuma: Oh, yer awake? Geez, makin’ me go through the trouble. Well, I’ll leave him to ya now.
ー Yuma walks away
Kou: ...
Yui: Kou-kun, are you okay? What on earth happened...?
Kou: ...Come.
*Rustle*
ー He pulls her into his room
Kou: ...
Yui: ( Kou-kun just woke up, right...? His eyes still look drowsy and his hair is all tousled as well. )
( Then what was that just now...? Perhaps he was grunting in his sleep while having a bad dream...? )
Kou: ...This way.
*Rustle*
Yui: ( He took a seat on the bed. )
Kou: ...Help me put on my clothes.
Yui: Y-Your clothes!? Even if you ask me for help...
Kou: ...You don’t want to? Even though I’m telling you to?
Yui: That’s not it but...
Kou: I bet you’re happy to help me get changed, aren’t you?
Yui: ( But to change, he’ll need to take off his clothes, right...? That’s really pushing it... )
Kou: What are you fidgeting around for? Fine, if you don’t want to then! I’ll do it myself!
*Rustle*
Yui: Kyaah! Don’t start stripping in front of me...!!
Kou: Haah? ...Oh, so that’s the problem, huh?
Hmph. You get embarrassed about that sorta stuff when you’ve had various men suck your blood or lick your skin?
Look at you pretending to be saint...Why not use this opportunity to get a closer look? I’ll make an exception and show you my body.
Selection
→ No thank you! (M)
Yui: N-No thank you! I don’t need to see!
Kou: Why not? Humans love looking at pretty things, don’t they? Go ahead. Look to your heart’s content.
Come on, while you’re at it, you might as well touch...
Yui: I-It’s fine, just hurry up and put on some clothes! I don’t know where to look...
→ I’ll take the opportunity (S)
Yui: ...Well, can’t let this chance slide.
Kou: Fufu, I knew it. There isn’t anyone out there who would oppose to a beautiful sight after all.
You get to both look and touch an idol’s body to your heart’s content. If my fans were to find out, I’m pretty sure they would kill you.
*Rustle*
Yui: ( ...Actually, I shouldn’t! Have I lost my mind!? )
N-Nevermind!
Kou: Hah? You’re getting cold feet now? The pure type isn’t popular nowadays, you know?
Kou: ...Hmph. Weirdo. Whatever, well, I’ll get changed by myself then.
*Rustle rustle*
Yui: ( Haah...I’ll just look away until he’s done. )
Kou: Nn...Nnー...
Nnn...!
Yui: ...What’s wrong?
Kou: It won’t button up...I always have trouble with this part.
Yui: ( ...He’s right. His fingerwork is like that of a child. )
( He looks dextrous, but he might actually be quite clumsy. )
Kou: Ahー Fuck! This pisses me off! What’s their problem!? They get on my nerves so I might as well just rip them all offーー!!
Yui: C-Calm down, Kou-kun!! If it’s just the buttons, I can do that!
*TIMESKIP*
Yui: ーー There, all done.
Kou: Oohー...
( Thank god. Seems like that lifted his mood for now. )
Kou: Thanks, Yui.
*Smooch*
Yui: ( ...!? He kissed me on the lips just nowーー! )
*Rustle*
*Thud*
Yui: ーー Eh?
–> If you are playing the Limited V edition or the Grand Edition, little black roses will appear on the screen. If you click on them, you get an extra line of dialogue.
“...Hm? What’s wrong~? You want me to do more? Fufufu~ Look at you getting all red, how cute! I don’t mind. I’ll give lots and lots more...”
Kou: Nn...Nn...Phew.
*Smooch smooch*
Yui: Nn...
( W-Why is he kissing me...!? )
–> If you are playing the Limited V edition or the Grand Edition, little black roses will appear on the screen. If you click on them, you get an extra line of dialogue.
“Where are you touching? You lewd girl~ Fufufu...~”
“Hehehe...Shall I unbutton yours too? There’s nothing to still be embarrassed about, right?”
Kou: Haah...
You went through the trouble to button them up so nicely, but I feel like they might become undone again very soon?
Yui: Wai...Hold up, Kou-kun!
Kou: What’s wrong?
Yui: Why did you kiss me...? Also, why did you push me down!?
Kou: Why, you ask? Because you buttoned up my shirt, right? Is that weird?
Yui: I-It is...!
Kou: When someone does you a favor, you have to return it, right? I don’t think there’s anything strange about that. Life is all about giving and taking, isn’t it?
Yui: ( He mentioned this before as well, but I feel like Kou’s idea of ‘giving and taking’ is somewhat different...! )
Kou: Besides...Didn’t you help me because you wanted me to do this to you as well?
Yui: Of course not!
Anyway, I don’t need it! I didn’t do anything worth of a reward after all!
Kou: ...Hmー I see.
Then comb my hair while you’re at it. It’s a pain to do it myself after all. It’s no big deal, right?
Yui: ( Uu, when he puts it like that...Well...I guess it’s better than being pinned down. )
Kou: Come on, hurry up.
Yui: Right...
*Rustle*
Yui: ( Looking at it from up close, he’s got quite the bedhead... )
Kou-kun, doesn’t it hurt?
Kou: Not at all.
Yui: Do you take proper care of it before going to bed? You’ve got such pretty locks, it’d be a shame to let them go to waste?
Kou: It’s fine! When it’s this nice naturally, it’s actually hard to mess it up.
Yui: ( He’s brimming with confidence...Even though they’re this messy. )
( ...Huh? )
( Kou-kun’s right eye...I usually don’t look into his eyes much so I never realized, but it’s a different color? )
( Also, it’s really pretty...Almost like it’s not real. )
( It’s sparkling, shimmering brightly as if a gemstone has been inserted. )
( I’m losing myself in it... )
Kou: ...Fufu.
Yui: ( Ah...Our eyes met. He’s looking right at me... )
Kou: Isn’t it pretty? Lately it has become even more clear than before. Thanks to you.
Yui: Me...?
Kou: Okay thenー That’s good enough, thanks. What do you want in retuーー
Yui: L-Like I said, I don’t need anything!
Kou: Boringー! Well then, guess I’ll go freshen up. You can go back as well, see you.
ー Kou steps away
Yui: ( He left... )
( ...Kou-kun’s eye is kind of mysterious... )
Monologue
An eye as pretty as a gemstone (宝石).
It was so beautiful,
I found myself thinking,
that even the most dirty thing would become pretty,
if it were to be reflected in his right eye (右目).
However, I was a little scared as well.
Because when he looks me straight into the eyes with it,
I felt as if he was staring straight into my soul...
ーー TO BE CONTINUED ーー
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your posts made me go play on the fallen london website and uh- should i be worryed that in the first 10 minutes or so i had a dream about a mist and something about being touched by Fingerwork?
no no ur doing great. feed a weasel to a snake. nothing weird and/or bad will ever happen. i prommy
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Moulin Expeditions to the silvered layer give Touched by Fingerwork... I think I will definitely manage to cap it by the Ockhamversary.
#unless firmament completely distracts me#but this is a vanity quality anyway#i just want to have some kind of goal to celebrate
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This is a small geraskier fic that I got sent over messenger by someone who didn’t want to post it on their own tumblr due to real life people on there. They asked me to post it for them so it’s still out here in the fandom, but not to link it back to them.
So, I am posting it, but it is NOT written by me:
Jaskier becomes obsessed with Geralts heartbeat. He hears it only on the rare occasions they share a bed; terribly cold nights on the road, storm season, injuries and (his favorite excuse) inns with only one room left. It worms its way under his skin, the memory of its slow strong rhythm keeps him calm in the many tense situations they face, and, eventually, it finds its way into song.
“Toss a coin” brought Geralt a small amount of respect, it tempered the abject horror he used to see in the faces of civilians day to day. This new song turns the tables yet again. Jaskier sets the beat, whole taverns of people stomp their feet and cups along with him as he begins the tale. his voice starts low and his lute quiet, only barely noticable over the cacophany of noise, as the story unfolds his strumming speeds, his voice loudens into a crecendio of expert fingerwork and genius lyrics. All the while the crowd keeps beat, steady and strong like the Witcher himself.
As the song grows in popularity Geralt notices the change, kids begin to fight in the streets over who gets to play the Witcher in their games, girls fawn over him with no financial motive, men clap him on the back and buy him rounds of ale. Its unsetlling. Its... nice.
That is until the day they cross paths with another Witcher.
Vesemir is broad shouldered and slightly taller, Geralt watches with no small amount of jealousy as Jaskier flits around him preening and showing off. Throwing around easy affectionate touches to his arm, his shoulder, his back. And there, hand pressed tightly between the newcomers shoulderblades Jas pauses.
“Your heartbeet Vesemir, its so slow. Almost... glacial”
/oh fuck/
‘Surely you knew that of Witchers already little bard”
“Yes, well, yes but i didnt realise how terribly slow”
Geralt, through his slightly paniced haze, can see Jaskiers ever moving fingers beating out the faster rhthym he is accustomed to on Vesemirs back, the one he performes every night.
“Mmhm, only speeds up in battle, in bed or in love! right Geralt?” Vesemir laughs, punching Geralt in the shoulder and wandering away with no awareness of the trouble he has caused.
The sly grin on Jaskiers face promises trouble ahead.
“In love, Geralt?” He skips forward, arm out to tough Geralts chest and prove his theory.
Quickly the Witcher bats it away, embarrased by the speed at which his heart is pounding now, fuck hes so flustered its at a practically human rate. He mumbles a quick “i hate you” and storms off “
”Evidently not!” The bard shouts after, laughing.
Hes never going to hear the end of this [[It takes three whole days in bed to finally tire the bard out enough to quiet the teasing. Jaskiers next song “In Battle, In Bed and In Love” is so crude it is only able to be played to the most tawdry of crowds]]
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First Enchanter Orsino smut: Teach Me
A gift for @elbenherzart, who has a dirty little crush on First Enchanter Orsino and who was super sad that he turns into an abomination at the end of DA2, which I couldn’t tell her when she first started playing the game, shhhh.
Inspired by this gloriously sassy little banter between Hawke and Orsino. ~1240 words.
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“So I shouldn’t slit my wrists and dance naked under the moonlight just to fit in?”
“If that’s what you intend, perhaps I’ll join you after all.”
Elena Hawke couldn’t stop thinking about him.
She knew it was bad. Yes, it was bad to be thinking about the First Enchanter with anything other than collegial respect. He was standing up to Meredith, after all, and any Circle mage who had the balls to push back against Meredith’s authoritarian bullshit was worthy of Elena’s respect.
But she couldn’t stop thinking about him seeing her naked.
She rolled over in bed and pulled her pillow over her head, but it was no use; no pillow was fluffy enough to drown out her thoughts of Orsino’s mild and cultivated voice dropping just that tiny little bit. Ooh, yes, that tiny little hint of a growl in his voice? It was almost like the way Fenris sounded when he was irritated — and Maker only knew how much Elena liked that — but when Orsino mentioned joining her while she danced naked in the moonlight, he didn’t sound angry at all.
He sounded hungry.
Shut the fuck up, Elena, she scolded herself. Orsino’s old enough to be your father. But that also didn’t stop the rampant thoughts of his voice and his lips and his long elegant ink-stained fingers from running through her mind.
Those fingers, though. Elena would put good money on him knowing exactly how to use those fingers to pull the pleasure from her body. He’d lived most of his life in the Circle, after all, and weren’t Circle mages pretty kinky, from what Anders had said? Orsino probably had lots of experience. Lots of experience with sliding those fingers over a woman’s skin, over her budded nipples, over the curving planes of her belly to pet the slickness between her legs…
She shifted beneath her sheets and pressed her thighs together, but this proved to be a mistake. Her smallclothes were damp already – Maker, I’m a fucking mess, she thought – and the friction of her own skin only served to heighten her overactive imagination.
She rolled onto her back and scowled at the ceiling. Orsino is old, she reminded herself. The First Enchanter was an older man, with crow’s feet at the corners of his pretty green eyes and grey hair – grey hair, for the Maker’s sake!
Grey hair that Elena could just imagine sliding her fingers through as he sat in the chair at his desk and slid her thighs apart…
Fuck, she thought hopelessly. Now all she could think about was sitting naked on Orsino’s desk in the Gallows. Not only naked, but sweaty too from dancing in the moonlight for him. If she did dance naked for him, what would he want to do once he had her on his desk? Maybe he’d push her legs apart and study her pussy with the same attention that he gave to his letters and tomes? Or maybe he’d lick the sweat from the tips of her breasts before offering to show her some advanced fingerwork that they only taught in the highest ranks of the Circle…
She twisted restlessly in her sheets, then slid her greedy fingers between her legs and closed her eyes. In the darkness afforded by her own eyelids, she could easily see the fantastical scene unfolding in front of her: Orsino setting his three-headed staff in the corner, then turning to her with that sweet and intellectual smile. Orsino politely inviting her to seat herself on his desk. Orsino pushing up his sleeves and flexing his ink-stained fingers, then politely asking if she might assist him with a new technique he was developing – a new technique for making a woman come multiple times in the space of a minute…
The fantasy was so fucking trite that she almost laughed at herself. In any other context, she would have laughed at herself for harbouring such an absurd fantasy. But at this moment, Elena couldn’t laugh. Her fingers were sliding between her legs, spreading the slickness that she’d brought on herself with her dirty thoughts about the First Enchanter, and as she shifted her fingers higher to pet her swollen clit, the fantasies only hit her harder.
In her mind’s eye, Orsino was smoothing his thumbs along the insides of her thighs. He was composed and collected as he licked his lips, and his smile was polite and warm as he looked her in the eye. “Champion,” he said, “I hate to ask for your assistance once again. But I’m afraid this is a task I can’t do on my own.” Imaginary-Orsino arranged his robes carefully as he sat in his chair. “I must ask you to open your legs for me.”
Yes, she thought feverishly as she slipped her fingers between her legs. Andraste save her, she could hear Orsino’s polite and mild-mannered voice in her head, and she could see his handsome lined face and the hint of mischief in the curl of his lips. She could imagine those elegant magic-wielding fingers pushing her thighs apart, and could see his grateful smile when she agreed to assist him with this favour, and – fuck, she could swear she could feel the smooth and gentle touch of his tongue when he lowered his lips between her legs.
She gasped and twisted her free hand in the sheets. The pulse between her legs was beating against her own swirling fingers, and her desperate imaginings were more fractured now, flickers of fantasies that tortured her mind while she touched herself: Orsino tracing his tongue between her legs with the sort of precise and measured care that he used to choose his words. Orsino sliding those fine-boned fingers of his into the slickness of her heated depths, then curling his fingers with a gesture that he knew would bring her to her peak – a gesture that he’d perfected during his many, many years of pleasuring his illicit lovers in the Circle. Orsino losing some of that calm control and rucking up his robes, then pressing her against the wall and fucking her fast and hard, his fingers biting into her hips as he tried to bring her to her peak before Meredith could knock on the door…
Teach me, First Enchanter, she thought deliriously. Maker’s balls, she would do anything right now for Orsino to teach her everything he’d learned over the years about how to make a woman come–
Her climax suddenly slammed through her body, sending tendrils of pleasure pulsing through her calves, and she gasped into the darkness. She could see his smile, warm and polite and glazed with the evidence of her pleasure on his lips, and she shoved her fist against her mouth to muffle her own cries.
When her pleasure finally began to ebb away, Elena dropped her hand limply to the bed. She opened her eyes and stared at the ceiling for a long moment. Then, in the peaceful darkness of her bedroom, she started to laugh.
Sick, she thought gleefully. I must be sick. He’s an older man. But frankly, Elena didn’t give a fuck about his age. Older only meant more experience, after all – and with the delicious buzz of her climax still warming her limbs and her belly, she vowed to spend more time imagining the experience that the handsome Grand Enchanter could share with her.
#first enchanter orsino#orsino#orsino/hawke#orsino x hawke#HAS ANYONE EVER USED THOSE TAGS EVER?? IDK IDK#smut#CRACK SMUT LMAO#pikapeppa writes
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