hellen not once breaking eye contact as she firmly grips the beating organ, feeling leigh’s lifeblood stutter and skip beats in her hand.
hellen not once breaking eye contact as she takes one of leigh’s lungs and presses down, forcing a wheezing breath from her.

leigh not breaking eye contact even once as she guides hellen’s hand up to her flayed chest and to her exposed heart. leigh not once breaking eye contact as she cracks her ribs a little wider for better access.
pleading masked as goading “cmon, heheh, not getting cold feet are you? squeeze it.”

she brings claire a cold drink just to see the way her throat bobs while she eagerly downs the whole thing in one go.
having her look up at harriet afterwards, still breathing hard, wipe her mouth with the back of her hand and say “thank you ma’am” all quiet n reverent is just a bonus 👍

and don’t think she didn’t catch the way you conveniently came *right* as she dug her claws into the base of your cock. don’t try and pretend you didn’t want this too, pervert. prepare urself—this is gonna become her new nightly destressing routine. have fun as her new living stress toy <3

(narrator voice, now with whimsical happy music in the bg like in a nature documentary detailing a brutal arctic winter finally giving way to spring) but, as ovulation comes back armed with a sock full of quarters, the draft sees some more editing. perhaps this will be the month she acc posts it,,,,

i’m being so fucking serious when I say the hottest thing someone can do is breathe their partners musk in until their lungs ACHE with their held breath and they have to release it with a shaky lil whimper. the fuckingggg. sound people make on the exhale after smelling their fav scent. hhhhhh

SENDING ALL MY POWER TO THE MONTY ASS INITIATIVE 🙏💥💥💥

coughs wetly. monty face down ass up, pussy on full display for the viewer? 🥺

I was about to call it and leave the fic for another day (read, let it rot in the drafts for another few weeks </3) when I saw this,,,,
the worms are hitting ao3 TONIGHT