[ Tethers are something else entirely. Feeling the translucent wash of emotion, the ghost-touch of distant pain, is one thing, but this borders on physical, the sensation so sharp in her mind that her lungs tighten, her muscles draw taut, her pussy clenching with every slow, deliberate glide of her fingers over Jinx's clit.
It's nothing like touching herself. Sharon has never been especially sexual, or even especially curious. Desire was usually a quiet thing, something that stirred occasionally and could just as easily be ignored. Not now. There is no setting this aside, no stepping back from it. She doesn't want to.
Jinx's hips jerk, grinding greedily into her hand, and Sharon has to focus—really focus—to keep the sound that claws up her throat from spilling out too loud. She can feel how wet Jinx is, how desperate her body feels through the tether, how badly she wants—no, needs this. The intensity of it fills Sharon with something wordless and overwhelming. Almost without thinking, her fingers slide lower, parting the other girl's lips, her index finger teasing at her entrance before slipping inside. Her thumb never leaves Jinx's clit, tracing slow, insistent circles.
It's messy, soaked, obscene in the best way. She leans down to bite Jinx's lower lip, teeth gentle, almost reverent, before pulling back with a faint smile. Jinx's pale skin gleams in the low light of the bedroom, blue strands of hair clinging to her cheek, damp with sweat. Sharon doesn't think she's ever seen anyone so beautiful. ]
[ if this is a dream, she doesn't want to wake up from it; if this is a nightmare, she wants to stay haunted. because the moment sharon slips herself inside, jinx breathes out a cryβforgetting in that millisecond that she was meant to be quiet. but it's too late now; it's out there for her voice to stay permanently printed on her walls. but she doesn't mind it at all; she wants it to be thereβto leave a piece of herself for sharon to think back on, to know she can always run to her if her heart pounds the same rhythm as hers.
she feels so damn sexy like this, panting, moaning, and being so indecisive on what to do with her armsβwhether to grab onto the sheets, the headboard, or just cling to her. jinx finally opens her eyes for the first time in a while, her vision a haze and barely registering the risque bite of her lip. her skin is glistening in her own sweatβher hips rocking now as if she's been bewitched by her, which she is.
and all the while, jinx makes absolutely sure sharon feels every little bit of sensation she's feeling; the phantom touch continuing to shadow each movement. the bluenette leans in, her hot breath against her friend's earβvoice low, and dangerous. ]
I don't... wanna come alone. Let's come together, Sharon... Fuck me. Please, fuck me.
Pretty sure I'm not getting much of a choice here. [ The words hitch and fall from her lips, breathless, already almost lost to the sensations driving them both.
She slides her ring finger alongside her middle, mimicking the motions she used when finally giving in to her own needs late at night. She presses them upward, in and out, gradually picking up speed. Jinx is soaking wet, and Sharon can feel just how well she's responding. Her own underwear clings uncomfortably between her legs, just as soaked.
Each touch hits like electricity, a current building inside her, climbing higher with every movement. The heat coils from her toes, tracing the arch of her foot, creeping up her legs, and finally pooling in her abdomen with a delicious, consuming weight. ]
Shit, shit, shit. [ she murmurs, breath hitching. Her thumb glides across Jinx's slick, sensitive bud, faltering briefly as the sensations overwhelm her—but she finds the rhythm again, faster now, pushing them both ever closer to that edge. ]
Edited 2026-02-07 02:42 (UTC)
cw: β¨nsfwβ¨ they say don't stick ur anything in crazy for a reason
[ a flood of excitement, love, and lust burst into her chest, and the moment the extra digits make their way inside her, jinx groansβ the sound thickening and gluing more fiercely to her friend's bedroom walls than her previous cries. she quickly repositions herself, half sitting with an elbow to prop her up while her other hand blindly reaches for the hem of sharon's pants/panties and draws them down slightlyβto provide her more space.
is that tiptoeing across the boundary line? maybe, but jinx can feel some slight discomfort from sharon's side of things, possibly due to her clothing, and she wants her to experience as little inconvenience as possible. they're going to feel this and everything together, dammit, but as lovingly promised, she won't touch her. and when that's done, her hand snakes quickly around her friend's neck for leverage, thrusting and swaying her hips to match with the blond's fingersβhot pants ringing louder with each miniscule movement.
she is supposed to be quiet, but she stopped caring about that a long time ago. so what if arthur or freddie hears? so what if they see it? so what if they know and tease them about it later? she wants to become one with sharon; her body is crying for it, her soul is begging for this, and her heart is stretching out in desperation, like it knows that its other half is right fucking here, and they're so damn close to tying the knot; they just need to reach the end.
her eyes dance down below her, watching her own hips and sharon's fingers move so beautifully in unison, undeniable proof that they fit together and belong together. no matter what anyone says, no matter what Sleep does to rip them apart in their futureβthe immediate connection when they first met, what their friendship blossomed to be, the attraction that followed soon after, the creaks of this mattress, the subtle knocking of the headboard against wood, all of this pointing that they can fight against whatever that's out there as long as they believe in this. because the universe went through lengths to shoved them together for a reason, and it's because they belong to each other.
jinx is starting to quiver at this point, her breath trembling as they rush faster, chasing the high, and she starts to smile, even giggle in tiny hystics because the crazed of what sharon is doing to her is pressing all the right buttons. nothing matters to her now, but sharon. all she wants is sharon, all she needs is sharon. she can almost see the scribble chalk-like marks of the blonde's name surrounding the entire bedroom, suffocating her but it's a fixation she'll surrender to. her, her, her, her, her. ]
Yes, yes, yes. I'm soβhaaa!β close. I'm going to come so fucking hard for you, only you. Only for you.
[ loyalty, devotion, trust, love, care, comfort, support, jinx will be and do it all for her. ]
Edited (I was reading back my tags and now noticing mistakes lol) 2026-02-08 00:11 (UTC)
[ Sharon goes rigid the moment Jinx's hands move to adjust her clothes, easing fabric, loosening what confines her. In any other moment it might have felt like a boundary brushed too closely—but not here. Not now. Not when desire has wrapped around her thoughts like fog, when she feels half-drowned in it, delirious with the intensity of wanting. The rest of the world has fallen away.
There is only Jinx—only the precipice waiting beneath their feet.
Jinx's sounds grow less restrained, her body trembling under Sharon's touch, their tether thrumming with need and devotion and so much of everything it threatens to swallow her whole. And it's directed at her—every pulse of it. Some quieter, more rational part of Sharon feels the weight of that, the almost frightening magnitude of being wanted like this, but the thought dissolves beneath heat and urgency.
She remains quieter, breath hitching faster, soft sounds slipping from her despite herself. When release finally crashes through her, it isn't loud—it steals the air from her lungs in a sharp, shuddering gasp, light bursting behind her eyes. Even then, she doesn't stop. Not until Jinx follows, until she's shaking beneath her, until the tension drains and leaves them both undone.
Only then does Sharon let herself fold, pressing her face into the curve of Jinx's neck, her body going loose and warm against her as the last tremors fade. ]
cw: β¨nsfw is almost over β¨ sharon is into crazy chicks unlocked
[ everything is intensifying far too much; her locks are drifting, her pupils are beginning to shine, and the magic within her veins is churning without her acknowledging it. but she wouldn't dare want this feeling, this moment, any other way. her gasps grow in higher pitch and louder, and for a split second, there's a small bit of panic coming from her. not out of fear, gods no, but panic because she knows this is going to hit her hard and her body might react violently or she might scream at the top of her lungsβshe has to come up with something to restrain herself in some kind of way. and fast.
so with quick thinking, she ducks her head forward and latches her mouth onto sharon's shoulder, doing her damnedest to not press down to bite but to, at least, keep her volume at bay. and when the wave of ecstasy booms into her, she whimpersβher hips twitching fiercely and her embrace tight on her friend as her pocket-sized water wings spike out between her shoulder blades, flailing wildly in pure freedom.
as the wave passes, her body faints underneath her; her muscles gently spasm from time to time, but jinx remains interlaced with her friend. carefully, she removes her mouth from the blond's shoulder as her lips travel to her ear, purring sweetly into itβexpressing satisfaction, love, and feeling... whole. ]
[ Sharon can feel Jinx teetering on the edge, that electric closeness humming through their tether. When Jinx lifts herself, pressing in, lips closing around the curve of Sharon's shoulder, she welcomes it without hesitation. The vibration of her muffled moans travels through fabric and skin alike, the spot growing warm and damp. Sharon keeps her close as the wave crests, as Jinx trembles against her, blue hair drifting while delicate water-wings flare from her back in a wild, breathtaking display.
The air tastes charged—like magic, like heat, like the lingering sweetness of sex at the back of her tongue.
Satisfaction tightens the threads between them, a full, glowing pressure Sharon sinks into. A soft, breathless laugh slips free as she eases down beside Jinx, gathering her in. She presses a quick, tender kiss to her forehead. Her arm aches pleasantly, her body loose and spent in a way entirely new to her, and she is happy. ]
Definitely didn't expect our day to go this direction. [ She murmurs, disbelief laced with quiet laughter. An hour ago, she would've sworn this impossible—but Jinx has unlocked something in her, something she hadn't known she wanted, let alone something she could enjoy so completely. ]
[ she chuckles along with her, shifting slowly to lie on her side with a slothful ambience radiating from her skin. her wings continue to flutter, but at a lesser pace, and her hair settles and dips flat, with her pupils returning to their familiar pink after a couple of blinks. ]
Mm, well! [ she breathes out her contentment. ] That's what being around a Jinx is all about, Toots. I can make your wildest and deepest dreams or your darkest nightmares come to life when you least expect it.
[ the bluenette scoots closer, her voice lowering an octave, and with an alluring curl. ] β But you better watch out. If you get in too close, you'll start craving more... and more... and more of me. And when you're that far gone, there's no cure for getting un-jinxed.
[ her lips are brushing along sharon's at this point, teasing as though she'll give her another kiss, but doesn't. ]
[ Sharon lets out a quiet snort at that first comment. Wildest dreams or darkest nightmares—either way, it's endearing, and she's more than willing to play along. But when Jinx shifts closer, and her voice dips into something lower, silkier, Sharon's breath catches. Her pulse climbs fast, settling high in her throat as Jinx closes the distance inch by inch until their mouths barely graze.
It takes effort not to crush the space between them immediately. The wanting is sharp, almost dizzying. ]
You have no idea. [ She breathes against her lips, their noses brushing softly. Then she tips in and kisses her again, slow, certain, one hand sliding around her waist to draw her flush against her. The kiss isn't frantic or devouring, just deliberate. A punctuation mark. As if to say, see? She can talk big, walk steady, and still lean in close enough to prove it. ]
[ she smiles within their kiss, pressing back as her arms snake their way back around the other's neck. they should really quit; she knows it. the dinner greed prepared for them had to be ready by now, but sharon is just so damn intoxicating, and all of her strength is leaving her the more she's in her perimeter.
begrudgingly, the bluenette breaks their kiss (but keeps their lips still so perilously close), and she whispers to her in a jaunty whine. ]
Didn't peg you as the type to hit it and quit it. [ The words slip out with a teasing lilt, her expression soft around the edges. She gets it. Odds are Jinx has already delayed leaving at least once—and then they'd gotten a little... tangled up. ]
Need help tracking down your clothes? [ Sharon asks, glancing around the controlled chaos of her bedroom. Her gaze snags on a familiar scrap of fabric. Oh, there are Jinx's panties. Cute. ] I'd offer to help you get dressed too, but... [ Her smile curves, slow. Sly. There's a very real chance she'd forget the goal entirely. ]
[ she chuckles at that, deciding to lean inward to that tease. ] Oooonnnly to the people who wouldn't be able to find my clit, and I would have to fake it all the way through. β But lucky for you, I haven't shoved off yet. So you've done a banging job, Rabbit. Fifteen outta ten.
[ once the blonde is done scanning her own bedroom, jinx uses this opportunity to steal yet another kiss once they lock eyes again. a super quick kiss, of course. ]
I'll make it up to you. ... That is if this happens again.
[ it will break her heart into two if this ends as a one-off thing and they've never become intimate ever again. but something throbs behind her ribcage, a strange sense of reassurance that this... this won't be the last time. if anything, this is only just the beginning of their relationship bending into something wild and unpredictable. ]
[ Fifteen out of ten. A disbelieving huff of laughter. Damn. Hard to argue with that when they'd both shared in that pleasure. She knows she hadn't been flawless, a little messy, a little overeager, but first times and all.
The kiss pulls a softer chuckle, something fond. ] Well, I don't exactly want this to be a one-off thing. [ And she means it. She's far more open to doing this again than she might've expected, just... maybe somewhere a little more private. ]
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cw: β¨nsfwβ¨
It's nothing like touching herself. Sharon has never been especially sexual, or even especially curious. Desire was usually a quiet thing, something that stirred occasionally and could just as easily be ignored. Not now. There is no setting this aside, no stepping back from it. She doesn't want to.
Jinx's hips jerk, grinding greedily into her hand, and Sharon has to focus—really focus—to keep the sound that claws up her throat from spilling out too loud. She can feel how wet Jinx is, how desperate her body feels through the tether, how badly she wants—no, needs this. The intensity of it fills Sharon with something wordless and overwhelming. Almost without thinking, her fingers slide lower, parting the other girl's lips, her index finger teasing at her entrance before slipping inside. Her thumb never leaves Jinx's clit, tracing slow, insistent circles.
It's messy, soaked, obscene in the best way. She leans down to bite Jinx's lower lip, teeth gentle, almost reverent, before pulling back with a faint smile. Jinx's pale skin gleams in the low light of the bedroom, blue strands of hair clinging to her cheek, damp with sweat. Sharon doesn't think she's ever seen anyone so beautiful. ]
cw: β¨nsfwβ¨
she feels so damn sexy like this, panting, moaning, and being so indecisive on what to do with her armsβwhether to grab onto the sheets, the headboard, or just cling to her. jinx finally opens her eyes for the first time in a while, her vision a haze and barely registering the risque bite of her lip. her skin is glistening in her own sweatβher hips rocking now as if she's been bewitched by her, which she is.
and all the while, jinx makes absolutely sure sharon feels every little bit of sensation she's feeling; the phantom touch continuing to shadow each movement. the bluenette leans in, her hot breath against her friend's earβvoice low, and dangerous. ]
I don't... wanna come alone. Let's come together, Sharon... Fuck me. Please, fuck me.
cw: β¨nsfwβ¨
She slides her ring finger alongside her middle, mimicking the motions she used when finally giving in to her own needs late at night. She presses them upward, in and out, gradually picking up speed. Jinx is soaking wet, and Sharon can feel just how well she's responding. Her own underwear clings uncomfortably between her legs, just as soaked.
Each touch hits like electricity, a current building inside her, climbing higher with every movement. The heat coils from her toes, tracing the arch of her foot, creeping up her legs, and finally pooling in her abdomen with a delicious, consuming weight. ]
Shit, shit, shit. [ she murmurs, breath hitching. Her thumb glides across Jinx's slick, sensitive bud, faltering briefly as the sensations overwhelm her—but she finds the rhythm again, faster now, pushing them both ever closer to that edge. ]
cw: β¨nsfwβ¨ they say don't stick ur anything in crazy for a reason
is that tiptoeing across the boundary line? maybe, but jinx can feel some slight discomfort from sharon's side of things, possibly due to her clothing, and she wants her to experience as little inconvenience as possible. they're going to feel this and everything together, dammit, but as lovingly promised, she won't touch her. and when that's done, her hand snakes quickly around her friend's neck for leverage, thrusting and swaying her hips to match with the blond's fingersβhot pants ringing louder with each miniscule movement.
she is supposed to be quiet, but she stopped caring about that a long time ago. so what if arthur or freddie hears? so what if they see it? so what if they know and tease them about it later? she wants to become one with sharon; her body is crying for it, her soul is begging for this, and her heart is stretching out in desperation, like it knows that its other half is right fucking here, and they're so damn close to tying the knot; they just need to reach the end.
her eyes dance down below her, watching her own hips and sharon's fingers move so beautifully in unison, undeniable proof that they fit together and belong together. no matter what anyone says, no matter what Sleep does to rip them apart in their futureβthe immediate connection when they first met, what their friendship blossomed to be, the attraction that followed soon after, the creaks of this mattress, the subtle knocking of the headboard against wood, all of this pointing that they can fight against whatever that's out there as long as they believe in this. because the universe went through lengths to shoved them together for a reason, and it's because they belong to each other.
jinx is starting to quiver at this point, her breath trembling as they rush faster, chasing the high, and she starts to smile, even giggle in tiny hystics because the crazed of what sharon is doing to her is pressing all the right buttons. nothing matters to her now, but sharon. all she wants is sharon, all she needs is sharon. she can almost see the scribble chalk-like marks of the blonde's name surrounding the entire bedroom, suffocating her but it's a fixation she'll surrender to. her, her, her, her, her. ]
Yes, yes, yes. I'm soβhaaa!β close. I'm going to come so fucking hard for you, only you. Only for you.
[ loyalty, devotion, trust, love, care, comfort, support, jinx will be and do it all for her. ]
cw: β¨nsfwβ¨ and yet sharon is totally into it
There is only Jinx—only the precipice waiting beneath their feet.
Jinx's sounds grow less restrained, her body trembling under Sharon's touch, their tether thrumming with need and devotion and so much of everything it threatens to swallow her whole. And it's directed at her—every pulse of it. Some quieter, more rational part of Sharon feels the weight of that, the almost frightening magnitude of being wanted like this, but the thought dissolves beneath heat and urgency.
She remains quieter, breath hitching faster, soft sounds slipping from her despite herself. When release finally crashes through her, it isn't loud—it steals the air from her lungs in a sharp, shuddering gasp, light bursting behind her eyes. Even then, she doesn't stop. Not until Jinx follows, until she's shaking beneath her, until the tension drains and leaves them both undone.
Only then does Sharon let herself fold, pressing her face into the curve of Jinx's neck, her body going loose and warm against her as the last tremors fade. ]
cw: β¨nsfw is almost over β¨ sharon is into crazy chicks unlocked
so with quick thinking, she ducks her head forward and latches her mouth onto sharon's shoulder, doing her damnedest to not press down to bite but to, at least, keep her volume at bay. and when the wave of ecstasy booms into her, she whimpersβher hips twitching fiercely and her embrace tight on her friend as her pocket-sized water wings spike out between her shoulder blades, flailing wildly in pure freedom.
as the wave passes, her body faints underneath her; her muscles gently spasm from time to time, but jinx remains interlaced with her friend. carefully, she removes her mouth from the blond's shoulder as her lips travel to her ear, purring sweetly into itβexpressing satisfaction,
love, and feeling... whole. ]cw: β¨nsfw is almost over β¨
The air tastes charged—like magic, like heat, like the lingering sweetness of sex at the back of her tongue.
Satisfaction tightens the threads between them, a full, glowing pressure Sharon sinks into. A soft, breathless laugh slips free as she eases down beside Jinx, gathering her in. She presses a quick, tender kiss to her forehead. Her arm aches pleasantly, her body loose and spent in a way entirely new to her, and she is happy. ]
Definitely didn't expect our day to go this direction. [ She murmurs, disbelief laced with quiet laughter. An hour ago, she would've sworn this impossible—but Jinx has unlocked something in her, something she hadn't known she wanted, let alone something she could enjoy so completely. ]
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Mm, well! [ she breathes out her contentment. ] That's what being around a Jinx is all about, Toots. I can make your wildest and deepest dreams or your darkest nightmares come to life when you least expect it.
[ the bluenette scoots closer, her voice lowering an octave, and with an alluring curl. ] β But you better watch out. If you get in too close, you'll start craving more... and more... and more of me. And when you're that far gone, there's no cure for getting un-jinxed.
[ her lips are brushing along sharon's at this point, teasing as though she'll give her another kiss, but doesn't. ]
But you're a tough girl, right?
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It takes effort not to crush the space between them immediately. The wanting is sharp, almost dizzying. ]
You have no idea. [ She breathes against her lips, their noses brushing softly. Then she tips in and kisses her again, slow, certain, one hand sliding around her waist to draw her flush against her. The kiss isn't frantic or devouring, just deliberate. A punctuation mark. As if to say, see? She can talk big, walk steady, and still lean in close enough to prove it. ]
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begrudgingly, the bluenette breaks their kiss (but keeps their lips still so perilously close), and she whispers to her in a jaunty whine. ]
I've gotta get going, Blondie...
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Need help tracking down your clothes? [ Sharon asks, glancing around the controlled chaos of her bedroom. Her gaze snags on a familiar scrap of fabric. Oh, there are Jinx's panties. Cute. ] I'd offer to help you get dressed too, but... [ Her smile curves, slow. Sly. There's a very real chance she'd forget the goal entirely. ]
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[ once the blonde is done scanning her own bedroom, jinx uses this opportunity to steal yet another kiss once they lock eyes again. a super quick kiss, of course. ]
I'll make it up to you. ... That is if this happens again.
[ it will break her heart into two if this ends as a one-off thing and they've never become intimate ever again. but something throbs behind her ribcage, a strange sense of reassurance that this... this won't be the last time. if anything, this is only just the beginning of their relationship bending into something wild and unpredictable. ]
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The kiss pulls a softer chuckle, something fond. ] Well, I don't exactly want this to be a one-off thing. [ And she means it. She's far more open to doing this again than she might've expected, just... maybe somewhere a little more private. ]
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Okay, heh. I... I was hoping you'd say that. [ even though she did nothing in return, but she's glad sharon had some pleasurable fun. ]