SOMNIA IC INBOX (2)

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PRIMARY RESIDENCE | Upper West Side with Freddie
SECONDARY RESIDENCE | Devil's Nest, East Village, 2F-2
CRASHES WITH | Kalmiya, Sirius, Jinx, Arthur

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FIRST INBOX

💓 — I've Developed A Taste For You

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[ jinx was a fool for venturing deep into the garden, where the grass seemed to grow taller within each given step and the branches of trees hung over with their towering presence. it's as if they're attempting to conceal something while keeping others out—a dirty little secret that no one should see or hear. and jinx couldn't help but be drawn to its mysterious allure, only to discover there was nothing spectacular and there was no secret to unravel. that is... until she became that secret.

the vines submerged her quickly, yanking and tugging up her clothes, coiling and knotting themselves around her legs, arms, chest, and torso like vipers. they hoist her off the ground as she thrashes until another set binds her arms behind her back—pressing her body against a tree trunk to keep her still. they elevated her legs high and spread them apart, having her unveil herself in such an unholy fashion.

jinx parted her lips to scream but was cut short when an ivy charged between them, forcing her tongue to roll with it and taste its sugary nectar. and after she consumed it, jinx submitted to its devilish game; her muscles slumped, and she relaxed her throat completely, allowing the vine to do whatever it pleased. and it did just that; it slipped smoothly in and out of her lips until it slithered its way to her chest with the tip flicking and stroking along her nipples.

the teen twitches and breathes out a gasp, then another climber creeps up her cheek to her blindfold—nudging the fabric down to cloak her mouth and muffle her cries. this is bad... really bad. who will find her this deep into the garden? who will hear her? is she going to be stuck like this? but then again, does she want someone to find her this way? tied up, exposed, and embarrassingly getting wet and worked up by some plants? on one side, her mind screams 'someone help me', but on the other, it shouts, 'someone touch me'. ]

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[ Vines coil around her back, pressing her forward as though guiding her deeper and deeper into something she can't quite resist. Earlier, she might have pulled away, rejected whatever direction they tried to steer her toward, but now Sharon finds she can't bring herself to fight it. She feels almost intoxicatingly light. Not like alcohol, not like weed, but something else entirely. The vine pressed against the small of her back nudges again, steering her, and she allows herself to follow.

Distantly, she catches fragments through her tethers. An overflow of pleasure, desire, need. Familiar emotions magnified, pressing against her own until they blur and overlap into something dizzying. Chief among them is Jinx. Needy, wanting, desperate, and just a little afraid. And somehow, it only makes it more enticing. Even the fear. Even the uncertainty.

Flowers bloom in her wake as she's led toward where her girlfriend waits, hidden just beyond the shifting greenery. The vines continue to press along her back and arms, one curling lazily around her thigh as if reminding her of every step she takes, pressing up against her sex. Some distant part of her knows she should be wary, but most of her is lost in the sensation instead. She's so hungry.

Leaves and branches part as she moves through a clearing, and there she is: Jinx. Suspended in the air, dark green vines wrapped around every limb, her body lifted and exposed in a way that would feel vulgar anywhere else, but here, it only feels strangely captivating. Jinx is breathtaking like this, fully on display, pale skin set in stark contrast against the living green that binds her. Even from where Sharon stands, she see the intensity of her desire gleaming between her thighs. A blossom for the taking, nectar to be lapped up. Sharon nearly sways where she stands, and it takes her a moment before she can find her voice. ]

Hey, Bluebell. [ She sing songs softly under her breath, voice low, breathy, hungry. The game is just about to begin. ]

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[ as the shuffling sound of grass reaches her ears, jinx's heart thumps behind her ribcage, fearful that someone other than sharon will come across her and do things against her wishes. she lowers her head, her long sapphire locks skidding down her shoulders, barely concealing her bare skin—an ineffective attempt to blanket herself and become unrecognizable. a sting pinches behind her eyelids, and tears begin to swell and threaten to spill—yearning for one person only, but terrified someone will get her instead, a stranger who shouldn't be allowed to have her.

but then she hears her, and jinx's eyes grow large and wild; her head jerks quickly to see sharon, her sharon standing just a few feet away. relief is radiating off her skin, and her breath, once shallow, now finally comes easy. it's almost as if the vines knew the girls were an item—a pair that shouldn't be shaken or stirred with anyone except themselves. because now that sharon had found her, the tendrils squeezed jinx, forcing her to arch her back and her legs to twitch and spread just a touch more. she muffles a quiet moan behind her blindfolded gag, her head tipping up and tilting to one side.

her gaze shifts to her girlfriend now, half-lidded as her pinks glisten as a way to send her a quiet message—an invitation for her to come closer, to partake in what's hers. it's been far too long, months, since she became one with sharon this way, and her heart's been clawing desperately to bind with its other half. ]

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[ The vines stir and shift around Jinx, adjusting her position and revealing her a little more. A muffled sound slips from her behind the blindfold, swallowed by the fabric covering her eyes. This should bother Sharon. The cautious, stubborn part of her insists something is wrong, that they could be caught at any moment. That this is still a dream where Sleep, One, or anyone else might be watching. And yet the rest of her feels hazy, almost drunk on it, and strangely intrigued by the possibility of an audience. Maybe Jinx had been right. Maybe there really is something thrilling about the risk of being seen.

Sharon takes her time approaching, studying Jinx like a predator circling its prey. She's always thought Jinx was beautiful, with her pale skin and striking blue hair, but like this, wrapped and displayed as if she's a gift just for her? It makes her dizzy. It leaves her heart stumbling, desire tightening low in her stomach. ]

Want me to touch you, huh? [ Voice low and sultry as she closes the distance. One hand drifts along Jinx's calf, teasing. Her gaze trails from those exposed thighs up to the bright pink of her eyes. Fingers trace upward over her knee, then along her thigh, squeezing gently as if testing something ripe, checking if it's ready.

She exhales slowly, breath catching. She can almost taste Jinx's desire in the air. It's intoxicating. Leaning in closer, she lets her other hand settle on the opposite thigh, pressing, kneading, coaxing. ] I promised you'd see stars next time we did this. [ And she'll do good on her promise: she's going to make this bluebird sing tonight. She raises a hand and slaps Jinx gently across her pussy before rubbing her thumb between those plump folds. ]

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[ sharon is moving so tantalizingly slow, and her mind is becoming such a whirlwind of pure desperation. but her girlfriend had always done this, with her fingers ghost-touching her skin and purposefully avoiding her hot spots to prolong her yearning. jinx doesn't hate it at all; it drives her crazy—the kind of sense she's accustomed to, except this is coming from a different angle, a different corner.

jinx thought she heard something else in the tall grass as sharon chirped her sweet nothings, but it's hard to tell the difference between a pair of footsteps and the jungle simply existing, especially when her mind is becoming more clouded and one-dimensional. but she's growing to enjoy it, submitting to her lover and being her pleasurable little thing for eternity. if sharon wants to show off to strangers and get caught, she is perfectly fine with it as long as her lover relishes it too. 'whatever starfire rose wants, i'll satisfy'.

the light slap causes her to squeak and bounce—the vines on her breasts slip off from the impact and appear to slither away towards sharon, hoping the blonde won't notice them(yet). but then she exhales a moan she had never done before, the kind one makes when they are finally getting some relief after being in agony for so long. the bluenette rolls her eyes in delight over her lover's thumb, only able to curl her toes and fingers at the sensation of it all. jinx's sounds prompt a thicker vine to crawl up Sharon's thigh, inching higher and higher until it crushes itself against her sex—almost as if it were attempting to break through the barrier of her clothing, desiring to release its nectar inside her to increase her stimulation. ]