candle dripping

Modern Witches

- Nervous witches collecting rainwater in mason jars and purifying it for non visibility spells. Dousing their wrists and necks and behind their ears to prevent unwanted attention.

- Witches brewing tea and coffee and leaving it to sit for days so that the spirits in their homes will be pleased.

- Twenty year old witches squinting at their scrawled runes in a composition notebook in a cramped apartment as they study for exams.

- Witches arming themselves with non-lethal hexes and curses when they have to walk at night in the city because you can never be too careful.

- Witches adopting their black cats from shelters, and maybe several other cats that aren’t black as well.

- Witches creating fairy lights of floating candles that sometimes drip wax on the floor but will refuse to burn the witch’s dwelling.

- Familiars doubling as therapy pets and service dogs.

Seashell Charm for Self Acceptance

A simple seashell charm to help the wielder with self image and self acceptance. It encourages self love and self care.

You Will Need:

🐚  A White Clam Shell
🐚   Pink Candle
🐚   Red or Pink Marker


🐚   Light your pink candle near you and let it burn as you work on spell.

🐚   With your pink or red marker draw a heart inside the clam shell.

🐚   “Seashell, seashell, help me love me for me. Seashell, seashell, please listen to my plea.” Fill in the heart you drew while saying this.

🐚   Blow out your candle and drip the melted pink wax into the shell until the inside is filled with the pink wax and the heart is covered

🐚   Leave overnight in the moonlight or the window

🐚   Carry the shell around with you to help encourage yourself to accept who you are and love yourself for it


Summary: Loosely inspired by the song “Evermore” from Beauty and the Beast. Bucky had it all planned out. He spent days planning the perfect proposal - the perfect proposal for the perfect girl, but things don’t always go according to plan. 

Word Count: 1,731

Warnings: Angst

Originally posted by trevanterhodes

Bucky fidgeted with the velvet jewelry box nervously, pausing every now and then to glance back at the door to his apartment. Any moment, Y/N would come walking through, her warm smile lighting up the apartment. Hers was the smile that somehow managed to steal into his melancholy heart, the smile that melted the layers of frost and gave way to spring, the one that nurtured the tiny, fragile seeds of love little by little until they blossomed.

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There’s a hole where I kicked in the cabinet
and my mother says I’m sick.
I keep a full bottle of my happy pills by my bedside
in case I reach out and take it.
There is food rotting,
I can’t keep my room clean for more than a week
and I can’t remember the last time I changed my sheets.
The thing is, I can make things pretty,
disguise them with allegories, metaphors and use similes.
I can say I am writing in the sky, a love note, a joyful goodbye,
but I am ruining the flesh I wear.
The truth is I messed up my liver with one too many tries,
I live a life knowing I am destined to die at the hands of suicide.
As hard as it is to say,
the truth sprayed with a sparkle of light
the people I let down,
the fires I ignite.
I am a burning candle dripping wax,
God forgive my withering flame.
“Feel the Burn” Curse jar

Not sure if I ever posted this soooo


Broken glass/rusty nails/something sharp

Hot sauce

Chili powder


Onion Powder

Chili flakes

Sea Salt

Paper and pen


Fire-safe bowl


Red Candle (alternative: red/black ribbon)

How to Cast:

Light the candle first so it has time to melt. Write the name of the person you wish to curse on your strip of paper. Use the lighter to burn a hole in the center, envisioning the flames engulfing your target. Blow the flames out before they reach the edge. Roll the strip of paper like a scroll and put in in your jar. Fill the bottom ½ inch with sea salt. Add in your sharp objects, picturing your target being cut down and broken. Start layering your other herbs and spices, dripping some hot sauce in periodically. Fill the jar almost to the top. Finish off with sea salt, visualizing all the cursework remaining safely inside the jar.* Put the lid on. Blow out the candle and either dip the lid in the liquid wax (if small enough), otherwise drip the candle carefully around the edge of the jar, sealing the lid seam. If you’re using ribbon instead, tie it securely around the jar, envisioning your spell being secured by the knot you made.

*Make sure the layers are packed firm.

Feel free to charge the jar under direct sunlight. The more heat the better.

To dispel curse:

Dig a shallow hole in the dirt and empty jar contents. Bury them and envision the energy and magick soaking back up into the earth and the curse fading away. Speak aloud, “This curse is now void.” Clean the jar and cleanse with warm water and sea salt.

**Please don’t put the sharp objects in the earth. Dispose of them accordingly.

Disclaimer: This curse is basically for the person’s life to go up in flames. (Not literally, of course, that wouldn’t be nice, now would it?)

3 Nights of Hell Candle Spell

This spell will inflict serious pain and sores on thine enemy for a period of 3 strange days. After which the spell is lifted he is made well again.Take a black candle and place a picture of thine enemy in front of you and tilt the candle so the wax drips upon the would be victim in the picture. Visualize the wax burning sores into the body of thine enemy. While doing so, recite the following 3 times…

“As I do this candle spell Bring thine enemy 3 nights of hell Candle black, black as night Bring him pains of flesh tonight! lesions on his skin will grow Afflict him with a painful blow Sores and pain afflict him now for 3 nights he’ll wonder how Dukes of darkness, Kings of hell Smite thine enemy, bring him hell when 3 nights of pain have past Make him well, well at last”.

After sitting and thinking about the sores that will infflict your enemy and the pain he will suffer you may then extinguish the candle. When 3 nights have past tear up the photo and say the following…

“When 3 nights of pain endured, I lift this curse rest assured Darkness leave him, go away, the curse is lifted now, today!

Wings: Preen

Request: I am absolutely in love with anything having to do with the reader’s ability to see Gabe’s wings (aka soulmate fics!) Would you maybe consider doing a Winchester!reader fic like that?

A/N: I’ve read a lot of these, so I decided to take a different approach. There will be a part two!

Author: Holly

Warnings: Light swearing

Characters: Y/N, Gabriel, Castiel, Sam, Dean

Word Count: 2,371

Y/N = Your Name

Part One: Preen

            Your twin brother Adam grew up with you in Michigan, and you only saw your father once a year – twice, if you were incredibly lucky. As you grew up, you stayed close out of concern for the increasingly-erratic behavior of your mother. You made plans to meet up again and take time off to stay with her.

            You never saw either of them again, because by the time you had returned to your hometown, your mother and brother had both been eaten alive by ghouls. Sam and Dean pulled you out of the infested house in the nick of time, and since then, you traveled with them. Your hunting, however, left some to be desired – you hadn’t had your entire life to practice.

            The desire to keep you alive was what made them relax their anti-archangel rules in a special exception for Gabriel. The archangel would ride with you on long trips in the Impala on occasion, and he would pop in for at least a quick minute once you’d found a hotel. You’d text and he’d send you photographs of the most beautiful places in the world that you wished you had the money and the safety to go see.

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Heathens- [smutandahalf]

A Scruffy Hoes Production

Author: smutandahalf

Rating: NSFW 18+

Words: 3599

Warning: This is darker than what I usually write. It doesn’t have any triggers but I just wanted you guys to know it’s different from my usual stuff.

A/N: Happy Halloween! Trick or Treat? That’s for you to decide..

Originally posted by genjjishimada

     There is something very wrong with Stiles Stilinski, something strange and dark. I glance over at him, sitting at his desk with his head pressed into his hands and his eyes clenched closed. I turn slightly looking around curious if anyone else has seemed to pick up on it. Something is wrong and not a single other person seems to notice, a cold trickle slides down my spine and I quirk my head at him curiously. How strange that he seems so invisible to them. Brushed to the side by his best friend who seems to jump in terror of his own shadow, invisible to the girl who has been clinging to his arms for weeks who has always seemed to be balancing precariously on the line between wild child and wild animal, and overlooked by his father who seems to be too focused on figuring out what is going on in this god forsaken town. Yes, something is very wrong with Stiles Stilinski, and yet no one seems to notice but me.

          The bell rings, and he’s out of his desk and through the door faster than I can blink. I shift my weight from one foot to the other as I gather my things, moving slowly as I deliberate on what I should do next. With a certain level of blind curiosity I decide that from this day on if no one else is going to notice him then I’ll be sure that I do. The unseen can always see the invisible.

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Health and Healing Spell

You will need:
- cleansed water, moon water or rain water
- clear quartz
- blue candle, green candle and black candle
- 4 white tea lights
- sage
- thyme
- basil
- saffron

1. arrange your candles in a circle with the three coloured candles at the apex
2. iight your candles in a clockwise rotation
3. add your dry ingredients to your pot (or cauldron if you a fancy witch)
4. add the cleansed/moon/rain water
5. place the clear quartz next to the pot, but still within the circle of candles
6. Drip some of the wax from each of the coloured candles into the pot
7. blow out all candles and finish the spell

wizarding holidays headcanons

-chanukah: presents that wrap themselves, dreidels that complain if you don’t spin them well enough, candles that never drip

-purim: polyjuice potions as costumes, floating fountains of giggle water, special siddurim for animagi who want to come to services in their animal guises. lightning and thunder drowning out haman’s name

-pesach: ACCIO HAMETZ, INSCENDIO. haggadot with moving pictures. instead of finding the matzah you have to catch the matzah. it’s slightly sentient and knows all the good hiding spots

-sukkah: wizarding sukkot that are made of living trees, which bear a different sort of fruit each night. a magical shield around the sukkah to keep rain from getting in when you want to do the mitzvah of sleeping outside but the weather is terrible

-shabbos: so many halachic discussions about which spells you’re allowed to use on the sabbath. so many. 

White Chocolate Kisses

Summary: Sometimes Phil needs to be taken care of.

Warnings: Smut/// Tags: sub!Phil, top!Phil, powerbottom!Dan, NSFW, cock cage, edging, fleshlight, praise, all that jazz

Beta: @emywright-funpics


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Normally, Dan and Phil don’t do anything special for Valentine’s Day. Going out to dinner just isn’t them, and they can get discount chocolates the next day. This year though, Dan has plans. Lately he’s seen the way the exhaustion and stress is weighing down Phil’s shoulders. For the first time in forever, Dan gets up first and runs out of the flat to get some things for the day. He makes pancakes and wakes Phil up with a kiss on the nose and the plate, alongside of roses.

“Dan, I thought we weren’t doing anything,” Phil complains sleepily, fumbling for his glasses.

Smiling, Dan cuts up a piece of pancake and feeds it to Phil. “Yeah, but it’s okay. I’ve got plans for you tonight, sweetheart.”

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Focus/Prosperity jar. 🔮👌🏽💪🏽😏🤑😍

Felt a little down on my luck in terms of focusing on my work and studies, productivity (which was effecting my income), and it was effecting my love life so I decided to do a spell jar to bind more positive energy to these areas of my life. I also included the intent of this spells towards my sister who’s been having the same trouble.

Ground and cleanse yourself and your area with a relaxing incense and white candles of your choosing.

I chose lavender as the herb/flower to fill my jar with to help with calming me and focus so that I could work and study more efficiently. And crystal quartz as a charge, as it is helpful in all spells.

My spell candles were as follows (note that a lot of people associate different colors with different meanings. There is no wrong way to do this. Pick the colors that you associate with specific meanings.)

•Green for productivity and wealth. 💚
•Purple for focus and calm. 💜
•White for cleansing my spirit, and a boost for focus. 💟
•Pink for healing my relationships that have been effected by my lack of focus. 💞

To do the spell is simple. Focus your intent on the jar while holding your crystal in one hand and candle of choice in the other. State your wishes out loud for each candle and carefully drip the wax on the top of the jar to seal it shut. Do this for each color you chose.

You don’t have to use as many as I did. I have issues lol. It’s all about you!

I forgot to add to keep your jar near you while you work. 🔮👌⚡️✨😌
Witch Tip

When doing spells or rituals that involve fire:

1. PLEASE be aware of any flammable objects laying close by.

2. Always keep a few jars/containers of water close by just in case.

3. If you’re using candles, be careful of dripping wax onto things when shifting them. It’s usually hot and when it cools, it sticks to whatever it’s on, making it a pain to clean. 

4. When done, make sure to fully extinguish the flames. Never leave it unattended.

5. Clean up the area when done.


Incense (if incense isn’t an option you can do without), a white, grey or black candle, water (preferably from a storm or rain), salt, a bowl/small jar

Optional to make the spell stronger: Chili powder, ginger, snake skin, blood, jasmine, pictures of a storm.

(Optional) carve lightning bolts into your candles

Light your candles and focus on a clear sky turning grey

Light the incense and focus an winds blowing

Pour your rain water in the bowl and focus on it the water falling from the sky.

Take your salt and put three pinches into the water and picture the salt being the ocean water sweep up by a storm.

Hoover your hand over the water and picture that same grey sky, picture lighting and thunder. Picture the rain all falling down at once.

Take your candle and drip wax into your bowl, the wax should float on top, alow the wax to build up and focus on the clouds building up. As you do so say “this is the clouds that cover our skys” three times (or until you feel like its enough)

Take your incense and blow the smoke into the bowl and say “this is the wind that blows on our land” three times. Picture wind blowing as hard as you can, (you can picture a tornado if you’d like)

Sprinkle more rain water on top of the wax and say “this is the rain that falls from our sky and coats our crops” as many times as you feel like.

Now take your candle and put it out in the bowl (by wetting the wick) listen to the sizzle and say “this is the thunder and lightning that will grace our sky”

Focus every drop of energy you can squeeze out leaving your body and entering the bowl.  

When the spell is done toss the water outside, you can keep the wax for future storm spells if you’d like but you can toss it too.

This is a potent ass spell, you should feel really drained and tired afterwards. Personally whenever I do this spell I spend the rest of the day passed the fuck out. 


The only thing you’re hoping as your car climbs the sweeping driveway to Stevie Nicks’ Los Angeles oceanfront home is that you won’t be disappointed, that the house will be as you imagine it. When its owner is the ultimate rock poet, a woman who has spent 30 years channeling gypsies, sprites and goddesses, it’s only natural to envision velvet surrounds and lace shawls - bohemian meets heavenly.
So as you make your way past the hedges blooming with bougainvillea, roses, honeysuckle and jasmine, up the white steps inlaid with Spanish tiles, your heart starts to beat a little faster, your curiosity gets the better of you. What if, privately, Stevie Nicks keeps things simple? Then you step inside and immediately start smiling, relieved. It’s everything you hoped - only better.
It’s early afternoon and there are candles lit and dripping, the sweet smell of incenses fills every room. There are fairy dolls and life-size sprites, gold scarves and velvet couches, beaded pillows and antique lamps. The Pacific Ocean outside provides the perfect soundtrack, as the sound of waves lapping the shore seeps into every corner of the house.
I designed this place, it’s all me.

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Meet Cute - Chapter 3

Author: SaffreeLove

Pairing: Sebastian Stan x Reader

Warnings: smut, swearing(spoiler: there will always be swearing)

Word Count: 2804

A/N: The dialogue shown in italics are the lyrics from the song “Light My Candle” from RENT by Jonathan Larson. Check it out here. (Extra note: I used the lyrics from the original broadway soundtrack, but this link is for the movie version of the song. It’s only a difference of one line, but original RENT-heads might notice.)

Ch 1 Ch 2

Seb sat down and picked up the remote to see what movies were playing. Suddenly, he turns to you with a gasp. Your head whips back toward him.

“You wouldn’t be a RENT-head, by any chance, would you?” he nearly whispers as he looks at you with those pleading eyes.

Your eyes got huge, “Oh my god! Is it on?? Yes!! Yes! Yes!” You told yourself to not notice that his eyes darted down quickly while you were bouncing on the bed from excitement.

He jumped up to replenish your drinks before starting the movie. You snuggled your butt into the bed getting comfortable. Seb climbed back up on the bed sitting just a little closer than he had earlier. The opening notes of Seasons of Love came through the speakers as the lights on the stage came up, and just like clockwork your eyes began filling with tears. You tried to hide it, because who cries at the beginning of a movie? Well, you do. Don’t you remember sitting in the theater waiting for Harry Potter and the Deathly Hallows part 2 to start, and then it did and you were practically sobbing as the Warner Brothers logo appeared? Yeah, you are the person that cries at the beginning of movies.

Looking over at you Seb said, “Oh sweetheart, I know. The beginning kills me too. Come here,” as he put his arm around you and pulled you close.

You took the comfort easily because this part really did get to you. All the foreshadowing of Seasons of Love made you smile and cry at the same time. The two of you stayed snuggled together on the bed, each of you singing along to the music. You were on your third beer and much more relaxed with the semi-public singing. Seb’s thumb and fingers had been stroking your upper arm and it was slowing working your senses up into a tizzy.

When Light My Candle came on, Seb immediately took Roger’s part and you, of course took Mimi’s.

“What’d you forget?”

“Got a light?”

“I know you, you’re, you’re shivering.”

“It’s nothing, they turned off my heat. And I’m just a little weak on my feet.”

What had started as singing to the tv quickly evolved into singing to each other. By the way, all those video clips you had watched of him singing didn’t hold a candle to him singing directly to you.

“Would you light my candle? What are you staring at?”

“Nothing. Your hair in the moonlight. You look familiar. Can you make it?” he sang as he reached for your elbows as if you were beginning to fall as Mimi had. You were both fully acting the song out together now. Sexual innuendos and all.

“Just haven’t eaten much today, at least the room stopped spinning anyway. What?”

“Nothing. Your smile reminded me of…”

“I always remind people of… Who is she?”

“She died. Her name was April.”

“It’s out again. Sorry about your friend. Would you light my candle?”


“Yeah? Ow!”

“Oh, the wax, it’s…” Seb held your fingers as if to soothe the burn Mimi had from the candle.

“Dripping! I like it, between my…” you purred while pulling his fingers toward your chest.

“Fingers, I figured,” he chuckled and slipped his hand away at the last second, “Oh, well, goodnight.”

You turned away from Seb as Mimi went to leave Roger’s apartment, then knocked on the night table as Mimi knocked on the door.

“It blew out again?”

“No, I think that I dropped my stash,” you patted your hands around the bed as if looking. Ooh, a Sebastian leg.

“I know I’ve seen you out and about when I used to go out. Your candle’s out.”

“I’m illin’. I had it when I walked in the door. It was pure. Is it on the floor?”

“The floor?”

“They say that I have the best ass below 14th street. Is is true?” you sing with an innocent look on your face.


“You’re staring again,” you smirk.

Seriously, how was this your life? You were heavily flirting with Sebastian Stan via a musical on screen, while in his hotel room, on his bed, inches away from his face.

“Oh no, I mean you do have a nice… I mean, you look familiar.”

“Like your dead girlfriend.”

“Only when you smile, but I’m sure I’ve seen you somewhere else…”

“Do you go to the Cat Scratch Club? That’s where I work, I dance. Help me look.”

“Yes, they used to tie you up.”

“It’s a living,” you shrug.

“I didn’t recognize you without the handcuffs.”

Yup, casually singing about bondage and exotic dancing with Seb. Just another Saturday night in this new life of yours.

“We could light the candle. Oh, won’t you light the candle?”

“Why don’t you forget that stuff? You look like you’re sixteen.”

“I’m nineteen, but I’m old for my age. I’m just born to be bad.”

“I once was born to be bad. I used to shiver like that.”

“I have no heat, I told you.”

“I used to sweat.”

“I got a cold.”

“Uh huh, I used to be a junkie.”

“But now and then I like to feel good.”

“Oh, here it…”

“What’s that?” you lean in closer as if to look.

“It’s a candy bar wrapper.”

“We could light the candle. Oh what’d you do with my candle?”

“That was my last match.”

“Our eyes’ll adjust. Thank God for the moon.”

“Maybe it’s not the moon at all, I hear Spike Lee’s shooting down the street.”

“Bah humbug, bah humbug.” You picked up Seb’s left hand and threaded your fingers through his own. His hand tightened around yours as he sang, “Cold hands.”

“Yours too. Big, like my father’s. Do you wanna dance?”

“With you?” he crooned as he pulled you ever so closer.

“No, with my father.”

“I’m Roger,” he leaned his head closer to yours.

“They call me, they call me, Mimi,” you sang breathlessly as he leaned down.

With the last note, Seb’s lips crashed to yours and suddenly all you could hear or smell or feel was him.

Soft lips pressed firmly against yours over and over, opening more and more with each pass, until his tongue finally licked along the seam of your lips asking for entrance. Your lips gave way with a moan that you might have been embarrassed about if you were capable of any sort of rational thought. His hands had shifted around to your back to pull you flush to his chest as his tongue danced with yours.

His right hand slid down your back and over your ass till he had a hold of your thigh. He pulled you over until you were straddling him with his hands at the small of your back. His hands moved down to squeeze your butt through your jeans and with gentle pressure he began to rock you forward onto his lap. Whimpers fell from your mouth as he ground your hot center against his straining cock. You pulled away from his lips with a gasp when you realised just how close you were to coming. He immediately latched onto your neck with kisses and little love nips while he continued his maddening rhythm. His hand slid up to your hair and gave a slight, test tug. The hitched breath that flew out of you caused a deep growl to emanate from Seb’s chest. That growl pushed you right to the edge of your orgasm. You grabbed on tighter to his shoulders and back that you had been clinging to while he rubbed your center against him.

“Seb, please,” you begged.

“Oh, honey, that’s it, you’re almost there,” he said with praise. His hand that hadn’t left your hair tightened and pulled even harder as his voice dipped deep. “Fuck, I want to watch you come. Do it. Now.”

“Oh, fuck, Seb, I’m…”

With his last order, he bit down on your neck and you exploded over the edge, shaking with the force of your orgasm. He kept up his rhythm helping you ride out your high. When you finally came back to yourself, Seb was hands were rubbing your back and his lips were exploring your neck with kisses and slow licks.

“Mmmm, Seb,” you moaned.

“Baby, I have to taste you. You must be so wet right now. I need that,” he pleaded. “Please? Can I?”

“Yes, yes, that’s good, I’m good with that, you can do that, please, fuck, do that,” you babbled.

He rolled the two of you over and suddenly slowed down as he set his hands at your waist and began sliding them up taking your shirt with him. Seb pulled you upright as he swept your shirt over your head. Diving back down, his kisses were covering your skin making their way up towards your breasts. He caressed you over your bra, gently pinching your nipples as he worked the fabric down exposing your soft skin.

In Seb’s enthusiasm to get to you, he pulled a bit too hard and tore your bra apart in the front. “Oh, shit. I’m so sorry. I’ll buy you another,” he breathed out while continuing to kiss your skin. “You’re forgiven,” you panted, “as long as you keep doing, oh, keep doing that.” His hands slid underneath your ruined bra to gently cup your breasts. Now that he finally had full access, Seb took a few long, wandering licks around each breast, finishing up with a nibble and kiss of your nipple.

He continued to suck and kiss your breasts as his hands made their way down to your waist. He flicked open your jeans button and slowly pulled the zipper down. His breath was all that touched you as he moved down your torso. He grasped the top of your jeans and began to pull them down. Once they had joined the void with the rest of your clothes, he came back up with his nose only an inch away from your soaking wet underwear.

“Oh honey, I wasn’t wrong was I? You’re fucking drenched,” he said quietly as his nose just brushed against you causing you to moan. “Shit, I wanna get in there so badly, but dragging this out is tempting as well. Mmmm, next time I’ll have to go so very slow,” he murmured then leaned forward to lick up over your underwear. While you were crying out, he slid your panties over your hips and quickly off your legs. Wasting no time, he flattened his tongue and drew a long strip ending right at your clit. After a few soft licks, his lips began to suck you into his mouth with his tongue still flicking against you. His left hand moved to get a better grip on your upper thigh as his right hand moved between your legs. Seb dragged his index finger up down your slit, coating himself in your wetness before easing his finger deep inside and curling just enough to tease your g-spot.

“Fuck, oh shit Seb, do that again,” you moaned as your back started to arch, but his hand held you place. Your hands flew down to tangle in that incredible hair and hold him close to your pussy. A shiver runs through you as you hear and feel Seb moan into you. You can’t help react to his moan and your fingers tighten in his hair pulling a deep growl from his chest. He eased a second finger inside and increased his pressure on your g-spot while his tongue continued its mission to push you over the edge.

“Oh, shit, that there, yes, that uhh, I’m oh I'm…” Just then you tipped over, cumming so hard that you vision went a touch hazy. Seb continued to gently pet that wonderful, spongy spot inside of you as he helped ease you through your orgasm.

He eased his fingers out of you and brought them right up to his lips, licking them clean. You pulled him down and swiped your tongue through his mouth, “you didn’t give me a taste.” As you lay back down you could see that Seb’s pupils were blown wide with need.

“Don’t go anywhere,” he said as he got up and walked over to his suitcase.

“Yeah, I don’t think that’s gonna be an issue for right now,” you snarked as you lay there just fucking wrecked. Who knew you were a g-spot girl?

Seb made his way over to the nightstand dropping a few condoms on the surface. He was still dressed aside from socks.

“How is it that I’m completely naked and all you are missing are your socks?” you pondered while propping yourself up on your elbows.

“Well, I guess you better remedy that,” he said leaning down to kiss your lips. “Oooh, yes sir,” and rolled up onto your knees. Your hands slipped underneath his hem and worked his shirt up his chest and over his head.

Fuck. How had you forgotten how ripped he was? You just saw his naked chest an hour and a half ago? Why was it tripping you up now? Oh, right. Cause now you are running your hands over that ripped chest. You looked up at Seb as you hands fell to the waistband of his sweats, and started pushing them down. Apparently, he had felt zero need to put boxers on after his shower. His pants slid to the floor and he stepped out of them back towards you. Quickly, you took a mental picture, because this was going feature heavily in your future solo fantasies.

He pulled you close and the feel of all his hot skin pressing on yours caused your desire to increase tenfold. His mouth captured yours again in a heady kiss as your arms wound around his neck holding him ever closer. He pushed you back until you were lying on the bed. Pulling his body away, he searched your eyes and checked in with you, “Are you still good with this?”

“Yes, Seb, please. I want this. I want you,” you moaned as you pulled him back into contact with your body. You reached over and snagged one of the condoms, tore it open, and rolled it all the way down his cock.

He lined himself up, looked up at you and slowly pushed his way into your heat while his eyes stayed locked on yours, “Shit, baby. You feel so good.” Once he was fully seated within you he gave a little mini thrust causing a gasp to escape your lips. His left hand skimmed down your right hip to hook your leg up over his arm. It brought him that much closer and that much deeper.

Seb began a slow, steady pace that was going to kill you with pleasure. He was giving just enough of a grind on his down thrust to tease your clit, but not quite enough to satisfy. You threaded your hands into his hair and pulled his head down into a kiss, then tightening your fingers around his hair, gave a tug. He froze as a deep growl emanated from his chest and damn near sent you over the edge.

His control now shattered, he started a fierce pace of pounding into you while his right hand rubbed your clit. He raised your hip changing the angle just enough and that was it. You fell right off that cliff screaming his name. Three hard pumps later and the hottest fucking groan came out of his lips as he came. Aftershocks ran through you prompted by the swell of his cock and the sound of his release.

You both lay there for a minute just catching your breath. With a groan, Seb leveraged himself up and went to dispose of the condom in the bathroom. When he came back in he crawled up the bed and snuggled up with you, pulling the covers over you both. You were still in full afterglow with a goofy grin on your face. Three orgasms in a row will do that to you. His head was buried in your neck with his arms wrapped around your chest.

A muffled jumble came from somewhere under that hair, “Mmphay pheeh.”

“Hmm? What? Can’t hear you. No ears in my neck, Seb.”

He pulled back just enough to look into your eyes. Damn, those were some good puppy dog eyes. “Stay. Please. Stay the night.”

With your mouth only slightly agape, you nodded, “Okay.”

Seb turned out the light, snuggled back into your arms and said, “Sorry we didn’t get to the thigh riding, babe. We’ll put it on the list.”

With a little giggle, you finally shut your eyes and fell asleep with a smile on your face.

Chapter 4