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Fig

The fig tree originated from Mediterranean countries. Turkey is considered a major producer of Fig. These plants are grown in warmer regions. It is also possible to grow in temperate regions with proper indoor temperatures.

Fig tree

Fig tree produce fig fruit and this belongs to the mulberry family. And this is also considered bone friendly because it contains magnesium, calcium, and phosphorous. In, some research it is recommended that it contains 3.2 times more than other fruits.Fig benefits are greater.

Fig varieties

There are almost +800 varieties of figs. But only a few varieties are grown for their delicious purpose.

Black Mission Fig

This fig fruit variety is one of the most commonly grown varieties in the world. The size of the fruit is about 3-5 cm. Initially, the skin seems to be green in color. After ripening it will change to purple or else brown in colour.

Fig seed

There are more than 1000 seeds found in a fig fruit. Seeds are produced from a single blossom.

Germination

Remove a scoop of pulp and soak in water for two to three days. The true seeds are sediment that is ready to be sown directly and it will germinate quickly.

Soil

Remove a scoop of pulp and soak in water for two to three days. The true seeds are sediment that is ready to be sown directly and it will germinate quickly.

Irrigation

Drip irrigation is the most suitable irrigation for fig trees. A plant requires at least 13-15 liters of water a day.

Sunlight

This plant requires 6-8 hours of direct sunlight. Less amount of sunlight will produce less amount of fruits.

Planting tips

In summer trees should remain in full sun and never forget to add nitrogen fertilizer every 4 weeks. And during winter tend to move the plant to an indoor area with moist soil.

Pruning

In the first year of growth the upward portion trimmed to 50 percent. And so it will grow into a stout and large trunk.

Fertilizer

Application of good organic manure or vermicomposting monthly once around the plant.

Transplanting

Only two smaller leaves should remain above the pot. After transplanting the cuttings should remain in moist soil.

Maturity indices of fig

When the fruits become soft in nature it is the right time to identify their maturity and the neck region will become wilt. If we pick the fruit before its maturity, there is a high chance of the possibility for latex to discharge. Based on the variety of plants the color will change accordingly to its maturity rate. Black mission figs should remain dark purple and calimyrna figs should remain light yellow in color to find their maturity stage.

Harvesting time

Based on weather conditions harvest time varies. In, summer time we can expect a harvest at two times. One in June month and another one in August

Fig Benefits

Figs are commonly rich in antioxidants which will reduce free radicals.

And also rich in potassium which regulates blood pressure levels.

Taking this fruit in every meal will regulate our body weight because fig is highly rich in fiber.

Figs are highly rich in vitamin A which helps in good vision.

The dried figs leaf is majorly used for diabetes, some skin conditions like vitiligo, & allergies.

Not only this dried figs are rich in anti-oxidants

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f3mme-f4tale · 11 days

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which witch

part one

word count: 4k potential warnings: potential depictions of violence, sexual content, fingering (r! receiving) adult themes (explicit language), tension, angst, world building, more to come... pairing: rebel!ellie x princess!reader (categorized within the knight!ellie aesthetic)

authors note: there are some influences from game of thrones! :))

A cloud of gray smoke lingered above the vine-infested concrete walls of the booming city, machinery roaring to life and wildering conversations floating in the thick air. A war was looming over the Sovereign City, an invading force from the south eagerly plowing through the skin-biting tundra. The hundreds of guilds within the city's walls fed the economy, although some whisper that underground trading of magic folk is what really fuels the financial state. A spy for the rebellion circled the local market, running her hands over the bruised fruit and eyeing the common folk cautiously, trying her best to go undetected. The city center was preparing for the Sun Festival, ironic given the smog that shielded nearly all sunlight.

A local fruit stand was at the center of the market, an older gentleman staffing the exotic fruit from outside the city walls. Bright, intricate starfruit and jelly-filled strawberry papayas littered the concrete mosaic ground. A small goat with a blue bell was tied haphazardly to a post, the yarn fraying with every slight tug from the animal. A group of children dressed in muted shades of brown and green played a game of dice on the other side of the courtyard, daring each other to steal blackberries. The butcher’s son was pushing a small wagon of discarded meat and small fish bones towards an alley, likely to discard the leftovers.

The spy was adorned in local fabrics, muted mismatched stitching holding together a quilt-like material that resembled a shawl. Her deep maple hair cascaded down her neck with a simple silver pin holding some pieces out of her face. Her fingertips were stained with nightshade, her left-hand concealing a small dagger. The weapon was known for immediately striking down any foe, its metal laced with poison. Magic folk and creatures were no exception, despite their enchantments. An abstract fox decorated the handle, a symbol of the rebellion against the empire. On her hip was a small satchel containing various assortments of herbs, sliced plum mushrooms, and powdered oleander seeds. Being a spy, a magic one at that, had its benefits.

The spy detected a woman pocketing something from a guard across the courtyard. She watched her scurry away down an alley, not before stealing a fig from one of the stands. With the day being as slow as it had been, she reasoned that any mischief became her mischief. As she made her way towards where the other woman went, her grip tightened on the weapon. Upon turning down the alley, she seemingly vanished. It was not often that the spy’s prey escaped her sight, not since she was a child at least. At the last possible moment, a speck of red disappeared through a doorway fifty feet in front of her. Swallowing a sigh, she followed.

Inside was a desolate old factory, broken machinery sprawled across the floor and spray paint covering the walls. Sigils were marked on the concrete ground – emblems and allegories from The Blackmoor Book. She questioned how someone within the walls could have such knowledge, risking the high court finding such symbolism.

What was this place?

She did not dwindle on this apprehension long, sinking into the shadows and scanning the place for that woman. A crackly, high-pitched laugh erupted from the other side of the room. Before thinking twice, the spy was across the room in mere seconds, her knife pressed firmly against the mystery woman’s throat, as if in reflex.

“Ya know for as skilled as you are, I figured you’d recognize me,” the woman pestered, her dialect thick. The spy could place the voice, but the face was distant from her mind. The blade stayed against her throat, the pressure never wavering.

“Ellie,” she cooed, “it’s me.”

There was nothing I could do. My feet were lodged between the large stones that decorated the bottom of the fast river, the murky sand blinding my vision and setting my lungs on fire. I was becoming weak, fighting a losing battle with the force of the water. I wanted to give up, to let the depths swallow me whole and my mind run blank. My fingers just barely reached the surface, scratching at the sliver of life that was never fully mine. The anxiety was bubbling up from my stomach and began to make me tremble with complete fear; I wasn’t getting out of this.

Once, when I was young, I would swim in streams and small rivers just like this one. Uncle would be back at the village, father out with the council. My older foster brother would often join me, teaching me how to catch the fish and which plants could be used for medicine. When it was a quiet day, we would read books to the frogs and small insects. Now, at the precipice of death, I can only focus on the day he showed me how to fashion an arrowhead. On how his fingers made sharp movements and the glimmer in his eyes was its purest. He was the mouth of God; I took his words as religion. But he wasn’t there.

My arms grew numb, my body losing sensation. This was it. This was how I was finally going. I screamed against the current and inhaled the river. As my vision darkened and I began to accept defeat, I remembered the reason I was trying to traverse across in the first place; the heaviness of the guilt weighing me down. I made a promise, I swore to him. They were going to die, and it was all my fault. It was a mistake to think I could perform this journey alone, inexperienced.

And then I could breathe again. My fingers dug at my chest, eagerly gasping for air. My eyes burned from the sunlight, my right ankle adorning a jagged cut from the rock that once imprisoned me. My savior hovered above me, breathing just as heavily as I was. Where did they come from?

“T-thank you,” I managed to get out once the anxiety subsided, my throat still burning.

Hesitantly, I glanced up in their direction. They were drenched in luminance, a godliness highlighting their physique, black paint dancing across their nose. Meeting their enticing eyes, I realized I recognized them. A local girl a year older than me from the village, her hair tied tight against her head and half of her body soaking wet. She offered me a curt nod, adjusting the straps on her satchel and securing a few stray pieces of hair. The outfit she wore was jarring, nothing like the large tunics the women wore at home. The breeches and sleek overcoat were skin-tight, a throwing knife strapped securely to her thigh. She did not say anything back, leaving me as fast as she appeared.

“Dina,” Ellie mumbled, her voice rough against the soothing nature of Dina’s. Her eyes scanned the other's face, the memories of her childhood friend rushing back to her like a tidal wave. The same black paint was decorated across her nose, symbolizing her coven. Ellie let her guard down, the blade dropping to her side. The sigils made sense then – she grew up in the same village beyond this city within the Withering Woods, learned from the same potions master, and drank the same Mistmoor river water. Their village Jackson’s Crossing, surrounded by the White Mountains and often disregarded on official cartographer maps, was a cloister of small families from varied ethnicities.

Dina’s fingers were also stained a dark purple – evidence of witchcraft. The last time they had seen each other was years prior, back when Ellie was recruited to fight against the tyranny of the High Ruler, who came into power with varying degrees of support from the public. The last she heard of Dina was that she had joined a coven, practicing magic in secret.

She had grown a lot since their last encounter, her scarlet hair now many inches longer and herself several inches taller. They spared each other the formalities in catching up, Ellie reaching for the item Dina snatched from the unsuspecting general just beyond the door. She let her, Ellie’s mind working through possibilities as she brought the ring of keys closer. She should have known; such an item was predictable. Although, what did Dina need them for?

“Trying to sneak someone out of the dungeons, hmm?” she finally spoke, placing her dagger back into the depths of her clothing. Dina smiled at Ellie again, raising her eyebrows and letting her face do the talking. “Ah, well, sneaking into prison seems more your speed anyways.”

“The council has been very unyielding in my request for an audience,” she began, walking a few steps away from Ellie. “So, I’ve had to find my own ways.”

“Why do you wish to speak to them?” Ellie questioned, puzzled as to what her companion could want with them. Dina’s gaze meant nothing but trickery, her smile growing wider and wider. Whatever her intentions, Ellie considered leeching on, her own assignment from the Rebellion creating a need to be inside those palace walls – although for a quite different reason.

“Remember Jesse?” she smirks, running a hand through her locks. Ellie snorts at this – because of course she remembers Jesse, how could she not? They were practically joined at the hip before Ellie left Jackson.

“He’s gotta learn to keep his mouth shut in front of the guards. He’s so pretty, but he can be pretty thick headed sometimes,” Dina scolds, shaking her head. “So, naturally, they’ve finally decided to sentence him after years of causing mayhem.”

“Well, I want in,” Ellie says coldly, adjusting with the fabric that covers her shoulder. Dina squints at her friend, questioning her motivations. “I’ve got orders to relocate a member of the royal family, per the Rebellion's bequest.”

Deep viridian ivy covers the cobblestones and beige pillars of the courtyard, dark shadows stretching up the walls. Rain litters the ground, the damp air an inviting aroma. Billowing clouds darken the sky, the thunder a welcoming presence.

You’re sitting at a desk, candlelight framing your face as you attempt to read the book in your hands. It’s no use however, as your mind is swirling with a million different thoughts. The betrayal of your father cuts deep; all that remains is the stark reality of your pain. You trace the outline of the candle's flame with trembling fingers, its flickering dance mirroring your thundering heartbeat.

A knock at the door interrupts your spiral, haphazardly setting down your book and the weight of the chair creaking as you stand. A woman is on the other side, her curly black hair cascading down her back. The servant's uniform does her no justice, her figure cloaked in a tunic two sizes too big. You raise an eyebrow, questioning the intruder at such a late hour.

“Yes?” you ask, voice wavering slightly. You know she can see the dismay in your face, your eyes all too forgiving. You instinctively hunch your shoulders, nails pushing into the meat of your palm, knuckles turning white.

“Lord David sent me to draw you a bath, my lady. He wants you to be clean and fresh for your engagement tomorrow,” she responds, bowing her head. She holds clean linens and a sponge in her hand, a slight look of sorrow crossing her face that you almost miss. You step aside begrudgingly, letting her through.

Large buckets of water make their rounds over the fire as the servant works to untie the laces of your bodice, making quick work of the material. The cool air filtering through the partially opened window makes your skin grow cold, the woman helping you out your chemise, body bare to her wandering gaze. Her hands were warm, a stir emerging within your gut. You always disliked having other people bath you, yet you found yourself straightening your back, showing off. She made eye contact with you, half slitted pupils devouring your form. You welcomed this, using your left hand to remove a pin that was keeping your braids in place. She steps behind you to begin dumping the contents of the bucket into a metal tub.

And then suddenly the servant is several inches away, hands agonizingly tracing your shoulders, her breath hot on your neck. She places a small kiss just underneath your ear, a shudder escaping your lips as you tentatively close your eyes. You’d never had someone approach you this way, not unless you count the several forty-something year old male suitors that you had declined since you turned sixteen years ago.

The servant uses one hand to pull your hair over to one shoulder as the other palms your bare stomach. You suck in a breath, not pushing her away. You knew this was wrong, save for the fact that she was another woman. What would your father say? What would the maids whisper to each other when they thought no one was looking?

Despite protests shouting against your very core, you remained still, leaning into her frame. You could feel her breasts pressing into your back, her right hand dancing dangerously close to the space between your legs. Her left hand dragged across your chest, fingers grazing and pulling. When her right hand plunged into your slick, you leaned your head back against her shoulder.

“Lay down, my lady,” she murmured, gently moving your already wrecked body towards the bed in the corner. You obliged, sitting on the edge. She pushed you down, immediately dropping down to her knees. You were new to this, not even daring to touch yourself. Her mouth felt foreign on your pelvis, but you bucked up into her face regardless.

Her tongue slid across you, pink bud becoming raw from the friction. When she pushed two fingers inside of you, a borderline scream escaped your delicate lips. The swell of your breasts bounced as she began to pick up her pace, rocking your body against the frame of the bed and adding another slender digit. Her tongue continues its assault on your clit, forcing you to take it, to take all of it.

It’s over before you realize, her face covered in you. You pull her up by the collar of her uniform, forcing her lips against yours. She’s taken aback at first, but then melts into the embrace. She’s sticking her tongue into your mouth, the taste of you invading and arousing.

“As much as I’d love to continue Princess,” the woman says suddenly, breaking the kiss. “I did come here to bathe you.” You nod, suddenly extremely aware of your surroundings and how easily you folded under her touch – a woman’s touch.

As she dumped another bucket of hot water into the metal tub, you gazed off absentmindedly. Her coarse fingers work through your locks, detangling the pieces that frame your face.

“You’re so beautiful, but you have to keep him happy. He gets bored easily.”

You glance over at her, noticing the way the fireplace behind her makes her skin glow.

“I don’t want you to end up, well, like the others,” she sighs, moving to grab a rag to clean your skin with. You were so used to the mindless handling of your body that sometimes you forgot how vulnerable you could be.

“W-what others?” you croaked, tension once again creeping up your spine and through your fingers. You felt her movements stiffen, realizing she spoke out of turn.

“Oh, I shouldn’t, it’s all hearsay. I apologize, my lady,” she replies, her actions becoming more disorderly. You watch her closely, her sudden discomfort adding another layer of unease to the already heavy atmosphere. Despite her attempt to backtrack, your curiosity is piqued, and you press further.

"No, please, tell me," you insist, your voice barely above a whisper. She hesitates, torn between loyalty to her lord and a desire to warn you. Finally, she speaks, her voice barely audible over the crackling of the fire.

"There have been others before you," she begins, her words careful and measured. "Women who were... chosen, like you." Your heart pounds in your chest, the implications of her words sinking in. You swallow hard, pushing down the rising sense of dread threatening to overwhelm you.

"What happened to them?" you ask, your voice trembling despite your efforts to remain composed. She hesitates again, her gaze dropping to the floor as if unable to meet your eyes.

"They... disappeared," she murmurs, her voice barely audible. "Some say that he grows tired of his playthings, discarding them when they no longer amuse him, banished to distant lands never to return. Others whisper darker tales of rituals and… well," she clarifies, her hands shaking as she runs her nimble fingers through your hair once more.

You struggle to process the implications of her revelation, the realization dawning on you with sickening clarity. "You mean... they're dead?" you whisper, the words feeling foreign and surreal on your tongue. You turn to her fully, putting on a show of false confidence. “This is my home. He can’t frighten me.”

“Of course, my lady. Forgive me.”

You nod, still reeling from her earlier words. As she finishes bathing you, you're left alone with your thoughts once more. The warmth of the water does little to soothe the chill in your bones, the weight of impending responsibilities pressing down on you like a suffocating blanket.

“Will I see you again?” You mumble, eyes pleading with the woman as she’s half way out of your chamber, a robe now draped around your figure. A frown catches her lips, a sigh is all the answer you need.

“I’m afraid not,” she finally answers, yet doesn’t move from her place at the door. You feel your stomach drop, reaching out to catch her lips in a kiss once more. This one is less aggressive, a plea for more. She cups your cheek softly, kissing you back. “It’s not safe. We live in a world where desires are often sacrificed for duty.”

As she finally steps away, you watch her silhouette fade into the dimly lit corridor beyond your chamber. A sense of loss washes over you, as you're left in the silence of your chambers. The flames of the candles flicker ominously, casting dancing shadows on the walls. You try to shake off the unease settling in your chest, but the seed of doubt planted by the woman’s words grows with each passing moment.

You know you should rest, to prepare yourself for the challenges that lie ahead, but sleep eludes you. Instead, you find yourself pacing the room, the echoes of your footsteps mingling with the whispers of your own fears.

This union is a death sentence, a promise made to satisfy your fathers requests. Your older sister was the next in line to rule, your brother already married off to a Duchess in the East. You would never sit on the throne; the pressure of said title always out of reach but forever a taunt. You could taste the longing for power – a snake wrapping around your heart, squeezing.

By marrying Lord David, you help ease the emerging tensions between the East and South kingdoms within the empire. It had long been kept secret that you were a bastard, a lie living a life of luxury. Guilt ate away at you from every inch of your skin, your real mother a ghost of your past. Of course, maids and servants talked. That said, the effort to uphold the ruler's dignity and honor reigned supreme; Those who were caught gossiping would meet a punishment worse than castration.

You understand the importance of maintaining stability within the empire, of ensuring peace between rival factions. But on the other hand, there's the gnawing fear that grips you, the fear of being trapped in a loveless marriage, of becoming just another casualty in the game of power and ambition.

You remember the stories you heard as a child, tales of kings and queens whose lives were dictated by duty rather than desire. You used to dream of a different fate for yourself, of finding love and happiness on your own terms. But now, as the reality of your situation sinks in, those dreams seem like distant echoes of a naive past.

Tomorrow, you will be betrothed to a man you hardly know; a union forged by politics and alliances. When morning comes, you will rise with a sense of resignation, steeling yourself for the path laid out before you.

Dawn breaks upon a canvas of melancholy, the sky adorned in swathes of slate-hued clouds. You dress in a gown of regal elegance, each layer of silk and lace feeling like a shroud closing in around you. Your reflection in the mirror is a stranger's face, masked behind a facade of composure that belies the turmoil within. As you fasten the intricate clasps of your necklace – a delicate chain of platinum interwoven with strands of glistening rhodonite and sunstone – you can't help but wonder if you're adorning yourself for a wedding or a funeral.

Downstairs, guests mingle in clusters of polished nobility. Their smiles are as artificial as the flowers adorning the tables, masking the alliances and rivalries that simmer beneath the surface. You navigate the crowd with practiced grace, exchanging pleasantries and feigned enthusiasm.

In the grand hall, where sunlight filters through stained glass, illuminating the opulence of the surroundings, you stand amidst a sea of faces, each one a mask concealing clandestine desires. At the center of it all stands Lord David, a towering figure of authority and ambition. His gaze finds yours across the room, a flicker of something unreadable passing between you before he turns to greet another guest.

His eyes, like shards of obsidian, pierce through the veneer of social niceties. As he acknowledges your presence with a nod of his head, you offer a polite smile, concealing the turmoil churning within your breast. His lips curve in response, but there is a hardness in his gaze. With unspoken haste, the sea of guests transitioned into the next room, organizing into rows.

Sunlight streamed through the stained glass windows, casting kaleidoscopic patterns of color upon the assembled guests. The delicate lace of your veil cascaded like a waterfall around you, framing your face in a halo of soft radiance. Lord David, regal and imposing, awaited you at the altar.

As you drew near, the murmurs of the crowd fell silent, and all that remained was the steady rhythm of your heartbeat echoing in your ears. With each step, you felt the weight of expectation pressing down upon you, the gravity of the moment settling like a cloak upon your shoulders.

At last, you stood face to face with Lord David, your hands trembling slightly as you clasped his in yours. The officiant's voice filled the air, the solemn words of the vows binding you together. His grip tightened at your wrists, thumb pressing into your pressure point. You fought against the sinking feeling in your chest, the fear washing over your features.

Concealed behind a pillar, at the room's farthest edge, stood a guest with a blade, its hilt adorned with an abstract fox; A silent sentinel amidst the opulent chaos. Their gaze, like a river's current, flows over your form, lingering on each curve and contour with a cautious reverence. The bodice of the gown hugs your frame, accentuating the gentle curve of your waist before giving way to a voluminous skirt that pools around your feet in a sea of soft fabric. Layers upon layers of tulle and organza lend an air of weightless beauty to the ensemble, each fold and pleat catching the light in a mesmerizing dance.

The spy stole a final glance at the princess, and for a brief moment, she could've sworn she saw a glimmer of fear entrenched in your gaze. Rancorously, Ellie envisioned taking a blade to Lord David's throat and smiling as the congealed mess of his arteries betrayed him. She shoved the wrinkled piece of parchment into the confines of her satchel. Her mission began.

Secure the youngest daughter of the sovereign.

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Pleasurable Taste of Arousal

We all love a refreshing bite of a fresh juicy fruit that's been pulled off a tree or from the moist soil waiting on your lips to plant and bite into as it satisfy your craving of its pure essential nutrients. Fruits are very popular throughout the world from their exotic colors, unique shapes, and tantalizing taste. Even though, many people don't eat or take advantage of their healing properties, nutritional qualities, or just fulfilling and great taste while their still accessible. Some fruits are rare or have some other interesting qualities and benefits of their own. There are some fruits that give you more of a blood rush or lets say, "increased libido". These fruits are considered Aphrodisiacs, very potent. Aphrodisiac originated from ancient Greek and given its name from the famous "Aphrodite." Their are other variations of foods that carry these properties as well, its just something about a fresh, plump peach dripping its essence over your lips and down your hand from each bite. When eating these fruits you can expect sexual desire, sexual attraction, increased blood flow, and increase your dopamine pleasures. In the past there were men who had erectile dysfunction and couldn't Impregnant their wives to reproduce or even satisfy them. Also women can fall under this category, its so many factors that can cause a woman to lose interest or even pleasures in intimacy. Its so important for a woman to consume everything fresh, with essential minerals to nourish the body, especially to birth a child one day. Also consuming fresh tasty fruits will have your partners loving your taste all over. These miraculous natural fruits have been passed down from time and time to provide help in sexual intimacy and helping the bond between the woman and man.

Aphrodisiacs are a wonderful thing, to add-on in the bedroom. They can induce stronger orgasms, and increase the performance in the bedroom. The cucumber is one of these aphrodisiacs, as you can see from the shape of this fruit, this can improve the libido of men, and be a turn- on for women. Cucumber is 90% water, and fluid is important when it comes to the functioning of the sexual organs. “The Wetter The Better”..... Cucumber, Okra (okra water, specifically for the ladies…..)coconut water, honestly all natural fruits are good for sexual health. Listed below are just a few of the great fruits to soak the sheets and certain fruits that are suitable for each zodiac sign. …

Apples: This fruit delivers a good enhancement for women with a compound called, "phloridzin" which can be found in other fruits, foods and wines. It stimulates the blood flow to the sexual organs to increase arousal, increase wetness, also for men, stimulating their blood flow to a erection while helping their libido rise.Astrologically, this aphrodisiac is suitable for Capricorn

Figs: Very high content in beta carotene ( a makeup found in a lot of other fruits as well, it also gives fruits their alluring colors, and crave to the eyes. While by far which influences the making of sexual hormones, while creating even levels of estrogen and promoting outstanding desire.) Astrologically, this aphrodisiac is suitable for Saggittarius.

Strawberries: Just like the others this fruit can boost a partner or your libido through the roof. Especially with its power percentage of vitamin C ( which promotes collagen that makes skin, tendons, and blood vessels flow properly, you know where blood flows so does growth and more alive nerve receptors. ) plus this is one of the most romantic fruits by far once eaten a handful a day your partner would want to eat you next. Astrologically, this aphrodisiac is suitable for Libra/Leo

Watermelon: Sweet, juicy and loaded with water. This tasty fruit increases blood flow so rapidly since muscles are made of a high percentage of water which helps blood flow properly, while relaxing, dilating blood vessels thanks to an essential mineral Citrulline found in this water loaded fruit. Works just like a male enhancement, but instead of taking those over the counter or shipped pills, you can enjoy a slice of watermelon before bed or while making love in bed. Astrologically, this aphrodisiac can be suitable for Cancer, Saggittarius & Pisces

Honey: You may have been one to let honey drip all over your tongue, the taste is incredible and every lasting as it stimulates you endorphins and dopamine with mental pleasures or a rush to your brain that shoots down your blood stream to your sexual organs and creates a boost in your testosterone, estrogen levels then to make sure they are balanced. An important property called Boron, this mineral is essential for wound healing, if you may have a damaged vessel, helps boost magnesium absorption. As well I wouldn't think your intimate encounter would matter if you drizzled some warm honey down there............. well that's up to you how you like to lick your HONEY!!! Astrologically, this aphrodisiac can be suitable for Taurus/Leo

Cucumber: As stated above in the opening preface cucumbers are one of the most beneficial for a male's enhancement, growth, shape, size, increase in libido, with the famous vitamin C. No wonder it's shaped like my...... I mean shaped with perfection and loaded with water and essential minerals, magnesium, potassium, zinc etc..... don't leave home without a few slices and ladies you can enjoy as well...... mmmmmm... Astrologically, this aphrodisiac can be suitable for Aquarius/Cancer

Berries: Also another berry, you can't lose with these little sweet natural treats. Every fruit has loaded minerals and vitamins but some have their own hint of productivity that helps in different ways but gives outstanding results like many. Loaded with vitamin C, E, helps with fertility, promotes better hormones like androgen, estrogen, progesterone, etc... why not drop a couple of these deep down inside..... No not inside there.... but inside the glass of Dom Perignon or Louis Roederer. Astrologically, this aphrodisiac is suitable for Virgo, cancer, pisces

Pomegranates: Its hypnotic red color can make you intrigued and want to taste it, but you have to take your time to remove the layers, gently remove each savory seed while slowly either sucking away its captivating juices or just taking it whole. Sounds familiar..... hmmmmmm right... some things take time in life, well why we are in this realm.... but since we enjoy this sweet seductive one of a kind fruit to its core. It has everything you need to get back UP, or back on your back for more pleasurable moments. It's said that this fruit was the fruit Hades gave to Persephone after he kidnapped her that put her in a deep lustful trap for him... I'm not saying all that though... use at your own discretion... naw but this one is a real winner. Can eat these all day....mmmmm.Astrologically, this aphrodisiac is suitable for Scorpio, Capricorn

Cherries: HMMMMM. This word sounds familiar, nevermind you must have eaten too many sweet aphrodisiacs... working very well in my favor. The color speaks for itself, red promotes sexuality, passion and lust. They carry copper, Iron, vitamin A, also support to the genitalia and circulation system. You want you and your partner to have explosive sex and deep passion, eat some of these while you both 4play to build the spice up and feel the blood flow and curiosity of what's next while you both explore deep cunning orgasms even before you start. Unless you don't want your cherry popped!!! Astrologically, this aphrodisiac is suitable for Aries/Sagittarius

Peaches: Astrologically, this aphrodisiac is suitable for Taurus/Cancer

Passion Fruit: Astrologically, this aphrodisiac aligns with Aquarius' uninhibited sexual nature.

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𝐎𝐮𝐫 𝐏𝐫𝐞𝐯𝐢𝐨𝐮𝐬 𝐏𝐨𝐬𝐭

𝑶𝒖𝒓 𝑷𝒂𝒈𝒆𝒔: 𝐏𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐳 𝐕𝐞𝐧𝐮𝐳 || 𝐌𝐨𝐨𝐧 𝐃𝐞𝐯𝐢

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avalynlestrange · 7 months

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Already Over

Fred Weasley x Reader

Reader: she/her pronouns

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Warnings: implied smut, exam season, not proof read again haha, unrequited love or mutual pining?, profanity

Category: One-Shot, Songfic, Friends with Benefits, AU without Voldy.

Summary: In which you can’t close the door on Fred when you still need the closure.

Sneak Peak: None :P

Author’s Note: I needed this done and over with T_T As much as I love this song it’s becoming sickening to listen to.

Word Count: 3301

To The Library (fic masterlist) To The Kitchen (WIPs) To emails i can't send fwd: Anthology To more Fred Weasley

You’ve been talking for hours about how you shouldn’t talk for hours on end. Sitting on the floor of an empty corner of the library with candy and homework surrounding you. The recent topic of your chatter however is not the current herbology books you are required to read but how you needed to stop this situationship you have going on.

“It’s just so easy with you.” Fred laughs. He runs his fingers through his hair and you wish it could be your hands but you restrain yourself. You are trying to end things after all.

Fred chucks a jellybean at you. You catch it with your mouth. Immediately you spit it out and reach for the fizzy fig juice.

“That’s disgusting. Tasted like sweaty socks,” You grimace after chugging down half the bottle.

“What do you mean you love sweaty socks!” He wiggles his feet near your face. You push his leg away causing his body to swivel.

“Get your feet away from me!”

Fred smoothly transitions from his almost fall back to a sit up position. His legs in front of his stocky frame. Merlin how you adore his body.

“Shut up! You love all this,” and he wiggles himself.

You’re not very good at lying. Especially to Fred, so you only roll your eyes as a response.

“For reals though,” you brace yourself, “We really should stop this.”

“But we’re doing so well!” Fred pouts; he gestures to the work laying around you. Both of you completed your charms essay and you celebrated with many a kiss.

“You know that’s not what I mean!” You kneel and start clearing your side of the space. This had become a frequent meeting place for the two of you. It used to be three of you but George disappears with Angelina for a few months now.

Fred grabs your wrist. You gently stumble on top of him as he guides you to straddle him. He locks his hands in yours and pulls you near his face. You would have blushed a couple months ago but you are used to this close proximity.

“But we are doing so well,” he whispers in your ear.

And now you are kissing after a conversation about how you’d probably be better off as friends. Grasping at his ginger locks, you push him further to deepen the kiss.

His hands leaves a hot trail as they roam your body, clasping and squeezing. When your shirt rides up to uncover your back, Fred without hesitation takes the opportunity to slide and touch the your skin. It’s all you could think about. The initial burn you feel upon the contact ignites your whole body.

You moan on his lips. Inhale. Exhale. Inhale and you’re submerged again in the shared passion between you. Drowning all thoughts of ceasing the very thing you are doing.

Suddenly, you hear George cough and say it’s nearly curfew causing you break apart. You share a smile and fix each others hair.

“Same time here next weekend?” Fred winks.

As you bring yourself to stand, you say, "We won't do this again.”

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You say, “I’m done.”

“You’ve barely eaten anything off your plate!” Harry exclaims, trying to pick off your plate. You block his fork with yours.

“That’s not what I meant. Hands of my pudding!” You shove a piece in your mouth to prove your point.

“What you’re leaving school or something?” Ron asks through a mouth full of roast chicken.

“I don’t think that’s what she means either Ron.” Ginny replies.

“Oh is this about my brother again? Honestly you two need to sort yourselves out;” Ron wipes his mouth with the back of his hand.

“Yeah you two should just admit you like each other. You think you’re being sneaky but we all know it.” Harry states.

It’s not like you don’t know you like each other but Fred doesn’t seem to want a serious relationship. Before you he would date different girls every weekend. You settle for friends… with benefits. You admit that you did try to keep it a secret at first, in order to not make it weird for others around you. But you did a poor job after the second week when Fred snogged you in the Quidditch tent post game thinking everyone had gone back to the castle. Everyone found out when Ron screamed so loudly. Since then you’ve tried to swat questions about the two of you.

“Oh bog off both of you!” Ginny shoos them off as if to physically remove them from the conversation. “Never mind them. They’re a few sandwiches short of a picnic when it comes to relationships.”

“Oi!” But Ron returns to his food when Hermione glares.

“Do you really want to be done? Don’t you want to tell him how you feel?” Hermione asks.

“I do. I don’t… but I’m still confused. I just don’t think I can take anymore of being ‘just friends’,” You air quote.

“How am I supposed to close the door when I still need the closure? I just need to figure out how to say it to him,” You push away your plate so that you can slump yourself on the desk.

Hermione grabs hold of your shoulders to sit you up and says, “Come on. It’s nearly time for class.”

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Fred keeps tabs on you on the corner of his eye. You’re stood outside your class and a Ravenclaw leans on the wall talking to you. He can’t pinpoint the name of this classmate of yours but Fred wishes he could throw a jinx their way when they brush a way a strand of hair on your face. A means to flirt with you. Fred curses under his breath.

A sudden surge of emotion runs through his veins and he unexpectedly makes his way over to you without thinking it through. The only thought in his mind is that Ravenclaw and your lips locking and he wants to squish that idea out of yours and his head.

Selfishly he doesn’t want to give you time to be on someone else's lips. He tugs you away despite your protest about the next lesson starting soon.

Next you’re behind a curtain with a secret passage. You halt a few steps in. What reason did he have to bring you here and skip third period?

“What’s wrong? Did something hap-“ Your questions were cut off when his lips crash onto yours. It reminds Fred of the first time you were in this secret passage alone.

It was during the 2 weekends before the O.W.L.’s exams. You were very stressed out studying in the library. You had gone back to your dorm to pick up a few snacks for the group. George went along with you but all three of you knew it was because he was looking for Angelina.

Staring at the pages of the charms textbook, Fred’s mind and heart started to race. All the exams were within the whole of next week and results were the Friday in the week after. So you all only had 9 days before your first exam.

Nothing seemed to stick that afternoon and you were taking a long time to return. Fred skimmed through practice questions. Who even was Felix Sumerbee? To the present day, he still doesn’t know. And he remembers he certainly knew the charm for unlocking doors and chains but what was the incantation for the locking spell?

He closed the textbook as you decided it’s best for you to take a break. Fred scribbled a note and left it on your desk that he was going to the transfiguration courtyard for some fresh air.

At 6pm in June the sun was still shining but weather in Scotland can be unpredictable so by the time you reached the courtyard, the sky drizzled small drops. He sat on a bench not minding the wetness of the rain. It distracted him from the fact he needed to go back to studying soon.

“Catch!” He heard a person say from a close direction and dodged just in time when he realised something was dangerously close to hitting his face.

“I’m so sorry. Thought you’d be quick to get that,” You said as you sat next to him; picked up the sweet on the floor and offered it to Fred.

He quickly unwraps the candy and popped it in his mouth.

“Thanks.”

You both sat there quietly, contemplating about the future ahead. He didn’t know where it was heading but it’ll all be okay since he had you and George. Fred remembers you not noticing his stare until the rain starts to pour down.

“Let’s go!” You grabbed his hand, dragging him inside. However, when you reached indoors, Fred doesn’t stop running until you reach one of the secret passageways.

“Lumos!” You recited, then placed your wand on one of the crooks of the wall.

He leaned on his knees panting and looks up at you. Soaked to the bone, you glistened in his eyes. He’s always thought you were beautiful and had a crush on you but never acted on it. Years went by and it was getting difficult to conclude whether it was a good idea if he did. He didn’t want to lose you if you didn’t feel the same or if you did and it all goes wrong.

“Are you okay? What’s wrong?” You asked Fred.

Fred didn’t know himself what it was. But he remembers how you laughed your awkward laugh when he didn’t reply. Then he remembers how you moved your hair to the back of your ears; how your face contorted with worry; how you gently touched his arm in concern…

He moved without thinking of consequences. His lips were on yours.

Soft.

Light.

Only at first.

Then

Pressure.

Heavy.

And when he pulls back, you were against the wall. Both panting.

“I’m sorry I don’t know what came over me.” He lied. He’d been waiting for that moment for years but never got the courage. So much for holding up to the Gryffindor house standards.

You startled him when you pulled his robe toward yourself and kiss him with a passion.

A whisper and the light from your wand dimmed…

The day after that event, Fred didn’t see you. Not even during movement between periods. He asked other people in your circle, but they didn’t know where you were either. Your dorm mates said you were not in bed when they woke up.

Once it was dinner time, he found you sat at the furthest table from your usual and next to your potion partner who happened to be Adrian Pucey.

“Lost Weasley?” Malfoy scowled.

“Shut up Malfoy!” Pucey glared, which Fred found incredibly strange.

“Hey.” Fred greeted you, “Where have you been?”

“I wasn’t feeling well so Adrian took me to Madam Pomfrey,” You said without looking at Fred.

“Are you feeling better? Can we talk?”

Adrian placed his arms around your shoulders as you reply, “I’m not feeling that great so maybe tomorrow.”

But tomorrow never came. You avoided him and the rumour that you were dating Adrian travelled to him through Alicia. His heart sank when he heard it.

During those weeks, you barely interacted with Fred. No matter how much he tried to. Sure, you spoke to him during class about the lesson but you weren’t you. When you spoke, he would feel a chill through his body at how cold most of your responses were. Body language was rigid and if he didn’t know better you were trying to keep to your side of the table when you were sat next to each other.

It wasn’t until George intervened and locked you in a closet that you truly interacted. You were sat on the floor twiddling your fingers whilst Fred stood as far away as he could in the little space that you were sharing. The only noise you could here is the distant chatter from students outside and the occasional cough from Fred.

He wanted to say something but didn’t really know what. He didn’t know what was going on between you but he sure as hell didn’t want to confess whatever he was feeling after how you reacted. It didn’t help that you were not even looking his way.

“I’m sorry for being a really shitty friend.” You finally spoke. Eyes still locked to the floor, you continued, “I just don’t think it’s a good idea if we got together.”

“What if we weren’t together?” He replied.

Your head shot up in confusion; “What do you mean?”

Fred didn’t exactly know what he meant either but he knew that he didn’t want to be with anyone else. He hadn’t gone on a date since your kiss, which George pointed out as strange since Fred always had a girl on his arm every Hogsmeade visit. The dates never went anywhere other than within that weekend.

“I mean… we could… just… kiss,” He studied your face for signs of aversion, “but just as friends. Y’know to blow off some steam?”

Your brow shot up.

‘Was that a good idea? Is this going to push you away further?’ Fred thought to himself.

And when you said yes, it shocked him when you pounce up to kiss him in spite of the fact that he was the one to suggest it.

As a result of this memory, Fred always seeks you when he witnesses another person hitting on you. He'll take three short hours over three long weeks pretending like you don't exist which he fears would happen if you start dating someone else. Not that you two were dating…

“Same time here next weekend?” He asks

You say, "We won't do this again."

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That night you couldn’t sleep. Tossing and turning with thoughts of Fred. You’re not sure how long you can continue like this. It may have started out as a crush on a friend but there are deeper feelings involved on your side now you’ve spent so many days with just the two of you. It won’t end well for you because surely Fred doesn’t feel the same way.

You know he finds you attractive as he compliments you during your sessions and that he likes you in some sort of way, but he obviously doesn’t want to be an official couple. If he did then why has he not asked you out on a proper date? It’s always empty rooms and secret nooks.

A confession to him would just be awkward and terrifying. It’ll risk your friendship even more. You resolve to cut things off tomorrow.

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There is something off with you, Fred notices. It was evident when your body stiffens at the touch of his arms around you. Five minutes until fifth period starts, he is walking you to your class since it’s his free period.

“You okay?” He squeezes your shoulder. Maybe you weren’t well.

“Yeah I’m fine.” You bite your bottom lip.

“You clearly aren’t. Talk to me.”

“Not right now Fred.”

He sees you grip your books tight.

“Here let me carry your books.”

“No it’s fine Fred.”

“C’mon something is wrong. You can tell me anything.”

“We’ll talk later.”

“Just tell me. I’ll help you sort it out.”

“I said later.”

“I hate seeing you sad.” He insists, “Just let me help. I’m your friend.”

At those words you snap.

“That’s just it! We’re friends but we’re not friends. I just…” After a deep breath *you say, “I’m done. I don’t want to do whatever this is between us. Let’s go back to being actual friends.”

“What?” He laughs, not taking it seriously. You had been saying that for the past few weekends and you always came back to him. Fred quickens his pace and stops when he is facing you.

“Exams have been over for months now and there aren’t any this year. So we don’t need to ‘blow off steam’,” You quote the words he said at the start of your situationship.

“Are we going to continue during the N.E.W.T.s then?” He jokes.

You, however, do not find it funny and cross your arms.

“Are we just a joke to you? Fred I can’t do this anymore and no we aren’t going to continue next year.” You sigh and shake your head.

He didn’t mean to make a joke but he couldn’t help it. This can’t be happening. This isn’t how your story was supposed to end.

You walk off to your next class but he grabs your wrist and calls out your name.

“You don’t mean that. We’re having fun, aren’t we?”

He hears you scoff at his question. Without turning to him you reply,

“Well it isn’t fun anymore. Now excuse me I need to get to class.”

Yeah, you say that you’re done but Fred is still confused. Where did this come from all of a sudden? He stays where you left him. His mouth slightly agape. Can the ground swallow him up now? Make him fall where he stands, only like you can.

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You scribble away the content the Professor writes on the chalkboard. Trying so hard to concentrate on the lesson. He drowns on about the different properties of boom berries. However, the scene of your so called break-up replays and replays in your head; you change your mind, but it's still on Fred.

That wasn’t how it was meant to go. The conversation should have gone a little more civil, instead he had the audacity to make jokes. You frown. You should have expected the school’s joker to do as his reputation says. You’d known him for so long too. Why was it such a surprise to you when takes such a serious conversation lightly? Will you patch back up together and stay friends?

You didn’t want to lose him that way. Why did you agree with it in the first place? Then you remembered how your heart fluttered at your first kiss. You had thought about how you settled for being close friends for years then with benefits for months. It was the right decision. Your heart would break even more the longer you carry on.

When you broke the news to Hermione whilst you walked to watch the quidditch practice, she agreed it was the right decision. You debated on whether it was a good idea to attend the Gryffindor practice session but it was your way of getting things back to before. Back to normal. You even brought his and George’s favourite snacks.

You wave at him from the bleachers and your heart swells with glee when he returns the gesture.

“See nothing to worry about.” Hermione reassures you.

Hermione confided in her liking Ron at the start of last year in which you returned her trust by telling her about Fred. She insisted that he felt the same about you but you brushed it off saying it was just a brief infatuation that should go away given that you were close friends.

“Watch out!”

A bludger heading your way is immediately hit by Fred. The eye contact between you sends your cheeks blushing. Fuck he looked gorgeous in his sports gear. That’s when you know that after the aftermath, you know you will be coming back.

Next you’re in his bedroom and it won't be the last time.

Head and heart are floating at the touch of his skin on yours. Fred caresses your body, clouding the judgement of the voice in your head. His kisses are rough as if to say I missed you when it’s only been a day they were apart from yours. You claw his back and he removes his jumper.

How are you supposed to leave him now that you're already over?

#fred weasley x reader #fred weasley x you #fred weasley fic #fred weasley imagine #fred weasley #avalynlestrangewrites #wizarding world fandom #wizarding world #weasley twins #the weasleys #Youtube

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calabria-mediterranea · 4 months

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The ancient tradition of drying figs in Calabria

Figs are a unique fruit resembling a teardrop. They’re about the size of your thumb, filled with hundreds of tiny seeds, and have an edible purple or green peel. The flesh of the fruit is pink and has a mild, sweet taste. The scientific name for the fig is Ficus carica.

The Dottato fig variety (or Kadota in the US) is the most common in Calabria and is usually found from the 2nd week of August into September (it’s also my personal favorite). The Dottato fig has green skin and a white / golden interior. The flesh is creamy, sweet, and bright tasting. The dottato fig variety is also a good choice for drying.

In Southern Italy's Calabria dried figs are a centuries-old tradition, which came here alongside with the Phoenicians. The particular environmental situation of Calabria has created special conditions which in other areas of Mediterranean were impossible.

Figs — and their leaves — are packed with nutrients and offer a variety of potential health benefits. They may promote healthy digestion, decrease your risk of heart disease, and help you manage your blood sugar levels.

Dried figs are high in sugar and rich in calories, as the sugar becomes concentrated when the fruits are dried.

Calabrian crocette are dried figs stuffed with almonds or walnuts and then baked in the oven with a pinch of cinnamon and a touch of your favorite liqueur. They can be consumed as is or covered with a thin layer of chocolate. They must, however, be stuffed and closed according to tradition. Each crocetta is made of four figs opened in half and held together. They are overlapped with another open fig so as to form a cross – hence the name. At this point they are stuffed and closed with two other half-opened dried figs.

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sallowsunshine · 1 year

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Wounds (SebastianxF!Hufflepuffreader)

You get hurt on a quest and Sebastian finds you in the Undercroft tending to your wound. You try to hide it from him, but nothing about you escapes his notice.

You really needed to learn how to say no sometimes. You weren’t sure if it was the Hufflepuff in you, or just in your nature, but you couldn’t resist helping out other students. Professor Fig’s first piece of advice for you was to make friends, but you didn’t think that would involve rescuing Adelaide Oakes’ uncle or ending up in caves full of giant spiders. You did these things mostly because you were too nice, but there was also a bit of selfish motivation. Meeting and helping new people might get you one step closer to defeating Ranrok or unlocking new potential with ancient magic.

Helping out Sebastian Sallow was one of those instances where it also benefitted your cause. As you got to know him, your motivation switched from being selfish to actually enjoying your time with him and wanting to help his sister. He even took you to meet his family. Eventually, Ominis Gaunt warmed up to you as well, and you considered the both of them to be dear friends.

Rescuing Adelaide’s uncle had taken an unexpected turn, as one of Ranrok’s loyalists had landed a blow on your front side, slicing your side open. Adrenaline carried you through the rest of the quest, and it was only after Rowland was safe that you could check your wounds. You had missed curfew and couldn’t go to the hospital wing. Nurse Blainey would question you, and Professor Fig wasn’t currently around to bust you out of trouble. You use the Disillusionment charm to sneak back into the castle, and head toward the Undercroft. Sebastian told you it was yours to use for whatever you needed, and this seemed like the perfect circumstances, warranting that neither Ominis nor Sebastian was there.

Just as you were hoping, the Undercroft is quiet and empty. Your breathing has become labored from the slow walk back, and the wound burns your skin. You’ve become achy and sweaty, as your body attempts to fight the magical wound. You walk up to the mirror and shake your robes off. The front of your school uniform is torn to shreds and stained with blood. You undo your tie and unbutton your shirt, gasping in pain as the parts of your shirt that were dried to the wound are pulled free. Luckily, the wound isn’t as deep as you thought.

Even with the help of magic, it takes you an hour and a half to clean and dress the wound. It’s probably around three AM, and you’re very much struggling to stay awake and upright by the time you tie the last bandage around your torso.

You’ve just finished cleaning everything up and are pulling your robes to cover the front of your body when the iron gate to the Undercroft lifts open. You flinch at the noise, turning around quickly to see who it is.

“Sebastian! What are you doing here?”

You must have surprised him as well because he startles at the sound of your voice. He recovers quickly and quirks an eyebrow, “I could ask the same thing of you. You know it’s nearly five in the morning?

Five? Your sense of time was terrible. No wonder you were so tired!

“If you must know, I’m up early to study for a rumored surprise quiz in potions today. I was going to tell you about it, but I didn’t see you at dinner.” There’s a hint of accusation in his voice.

“I was uh- helping Adelaide with something. I know her uncle and he asked me for a favor!” When it came to lying, less specific detail tied in with a bit of truth always helped you keep your story straight.

Sebastian rolls his eyes and crosses his arms. “What brought you here, then?”

“I- couldn’t sleep, and Poppy started to snore, so I thought the Undercroft would be a nice quiet place.”

“What time did you get back from helping Adelaide’s uncle?”

“Must have been around 9?” you try.

Sebastian says nothing to that. He moves and sits against the wall. “You know, I feel like I’ve hardly seen you at all these last few weeks.”

Your shoulders slump. He’s right. You’ve been so busy running around doing the professors’ extra assignments, helping other students, and searching around for ways to stop Ranrok, you’d hardly seen any of your friends recently.

You run through a list of excuses in your head but decide they’re useless. You take a deep breath. “I’m sorry,” you whisper. The emotions that you’ve been hiding for weeks flood out, tears welling up in your eyes. “Everyone’s asking me to do all these things. They all need my help, and I just don’t have the heart to say no.”

“I need you too, you know.” Sebastian says.

“I know, I’ll still help you find a cure-”

“No, not just for that.” Sebastian jumps to his feet, interrupting you. “Originally, yes, I knew you could help me find a cure, but-” He hesitates. “But the more I got to know you, the more I care about you, not just what you can do to help me.”

You don’t know what to say to that, but he doesn’t wait for you to reply. “You know what, I think you just need to tell everyone to piss off for a little while.”

That makes you laugh, which, of course, makes you wince in pain. You clutch your side and try to breathe in, but it just elevates the pain.

“Hey! Hey, what’s wrong?” Sebastian is by your side in an instant.

“I’m fine!” You manage to wheeze out, still trying to even your breathing. You try to move away from him.

“Clearly you’re not fine.” Sebastian growls. He takes you by your shoulders and guides you slowly to the ground.

Your hands are still clutched at your side, the pressure relieving a bit of the pain.

“You never have to tell me what you’re out doing, but if you’re hurt, I need to know.” Sebastian tries pulling your arms away.

“Don’t,” you whisper.

He stops and lets out a heavy sigh. “Trust me, please?”

Your eyes hold his gaze for several moments before you nod slowly and move your hands away. You take the ends of your robe and open it, but Sebastian’s eyes never leave yours.

“I was helping Adelaide’s uncle. He had been imprisoned by Ranrok’s loyalists, and it got a little- bloody.”

Sebastian’s eyes trail down to where you bandaged yourself. Your wound had started bleeding again, the bandages stained red.

His breath catches. “Don’t you think you should go to the hospital wing?” He whispers.

“I can’t. I was out past curfew, and how am I supposed to explain a big gash in my side?” You whisper back. “I was planning on researching some healing spells at the library tomorrow.”

“Doesn’t it hurt?” Sebastian starts to unwind the bandages slowly after you nod in permission.

“It’s not too bad,” you smile shyly at him, realizing only now that you’re in your undergarments in front of him.

The two of you sit in silence as he redresses your wound. Neither of you knows what lies ahead, or that there will be more moments like this, spent in the Undercroft, caring for each other’s wounds, your friendship eventually growing into something more.

#hogwarts legacy #sebastian sallow x mc #sebastian sallow x you #sebastian sallow #sebastian sallow x hufflepuff reader #my writing #unedited as per usual

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missnedge · 2 years

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Seeing is believing (Billy Hargrove X Newby!Reader)

Summary: Billy came to see you, and after a long day and too many fleeting moments or opportunities of waiting. Both of you wanted so much more.

Characters: Mention of Bob Newby (Readers father), Billy Hargrove and Reader

Warnings/Tags: !Newby Reader, afab, she/her pronouns and anatomy, smut (minors dni!!!), first time/loss of virginity, oral (f- receiving), p in v sex, protected sex, slight established relationship if not just friends with benefits, use of pet names, passionate/soft sex, mention of Billys man-whore lifestyle, allusion to men only craving their own release (Let me know if I missed any! I'm still 100% new at this)

You were about to shower after the terribly long day you had. The only solace being your close, over friendly, friend Billy had spilt his lunch with you after you bombed your history exam. All of his advances towards you had been shy touches and long talks in his car. Until recently, when you'd climbed in his lap, grinding into him as he kissed you with feverish lips. How he sounded, tasted and even marked you along your shoulder. Lost in the memory you were to late to notice when the curtains shuffled to reveal the dirty blonde boy, trying to climb into your window. Recognizing the shaggy head of hair from what could be a mile away.

"Billy, what are you doing here?" You laughed at him, grabbing his belt helping him over the window sill.

"I just wanted to see you doll," He took the single rose he probably stole from a neighbor's yard out of his mouth. He was wearing your favorite red shirt of his and his classic brown leather jacket over top. It was starting to get chilly in Hawkins and having lived in California his whole life. Bundling up was not going to hide how good him or his body looked.

"Well funny enough, my Dad actually isn't here. He's on a date, so you could've used the front door." Putting your hands on his chest tapping along the sliver of exposed skin while giggling at him.

"Seriously?" He cocked his head at you, asking breathlessly and creasing his brows.

"Yep," you said popping the 'p', nodding as you placed a soft kiss on his cheek. "Thank you handsome." You said before taking the rose to your closet. Bending over looking for your flower press, you felt a hand come up from behind you. Rubbing along you gently, the other brushing up your back. He gripped the sides of your neck to pull you up. Pressing his hips into your ass, latching his plump lips on the soft spot between your shoulder and shoulder blade. Sliding the straps of your thin tank top and bra down your shoulder. You hummed, arching your back into him, pulling his hands tighter around your lower stomach. You felt him start to grow in his jeans, it happened each time you made out. It was so hot how turned on you made him. Still was being gentlemanly even with his reputation around Hawkins, he wanted you to feel differently about him. For some reason you were treated differently than everyone else in his life.

"Do you have something in mind for this visit, Billy?" He trailed his lips up to you ear, taking the lope in his mouth. The contact made you gasp into his tight embrace.

"Well if Bob isn't home," he kissed behind your ear, "and if you want to-... I don't know. Let loose.”

"I don't know what I want with you Billy, there's so many options," He let out a whiny moan as he kissed behind your other ear. Then spun you around, lifting your chin up to meet his eyes.

"Everyone has the exact love life they want. So if you want to fuck me, Darling..." His hands moved down to squeeze your ass again, making you step on your tiptoes.

"Then take control, tell me exactly what you want me to do. I want to fulfill every fantasy in that gorgeous brain of yours. Mold me to be your perfect distraction." His beautiful blue eyes made you feel weak in the knees, not to mention his musk. Cinnamon, sandalwood, figs and cigarettes; it was so blindingly rich around you and so painfully Billy.

"Well today's your day, Cupcake," He chuckled, rolling his eyes, he secretly liked being called a sweet treat. He pulled your lips up to his, making you want to stand even higher on your toes. The kiss was soft, but full of intention. He licked your bottom lip, you smiled, running your fingers through his silky curls. Opening your mouth against his, tugging on his face to bring him down to you. Moving your hands to his shoulders, removing the leather jacket. You stopped the kiss to nibble on his bottom lip, putting your hand to stop his mouth from touching you further. Trailing to cup him in his pants, he pulled away immediately. Making your cheeks heat up until he spoke with softness.

"No only you tonight," he removed your hand placing it on his hip, speaking breathlessly. You tilted your head in confusion most guys wanted to be touched first, hell even begged.

"I thought you wanted me to take control. I might as well see, just how much I'm getting myself into." Licking your lips, he grabbed your waist, yanking you against him. His vast ocean eyes, rimmed with something darker. You could get much closer than this but not yet, you both wanted to put in the effort to make this moment memorable.

"You're a brat," He winked at you, going for you lips again. Stopping him with you index finger, he kissed it gently before sucking the digit into his mouth. Letting it go with a thigh clenching pop, and a pantie damaging shine of his spit.

"You like the challenge," you replied, creasing your forehead in yearning, "now Hot Stuff, we should move over to a place a little more comfortable."

You pouted, pushing him out of the closet. You made him walk backwards hand on his chest, you turning him so the back of his legs hit the edge right in the middle of your bed. He stayed standing holding your wrist over his heart, it was beating incredibly fast. He didn't look nervous but his body was betraying him, a blush rose in his cheeks. Taking your hands, trailing them down his body you unlaced his shoes. Moving back up his body, you unbutton the shirt. Taking your sweet time, you loved how gelded and toned he looked against the burnt red color. Like a Greek God just for you, he groaned in annoyance at how long you were taking.

"I would love to be dramatic and rip this shirt off your body but it's one of my favorites." His chest now free, he waxed or shaved. All that mattered was he did something to his body hair. His skin was soft and hot to touch, pushing the shirt down his arms. You grab him by his waist, his swollen and ready penis brushing onto your thigh through his jeans. He groaned from the friction, his head hung back in need of release from the constrictive fabric. When you didn't kiss him he closed his eyes, you wanted to surprise him. Instead of kissing his luscious red lips now swollen, you kissed Adam's apple, across his collarbone, then in the center of his sternum. Moving lower and lower till you were eye level with his crotch. He grabbed the back of your head with just your breath grazing the skin of his stomach, admiring how you made him react. Billy wasn't skinny, scrawny, slim, 8 pack or 6 pack, malformed, enormous or having the chubby "Dad" body. Instead he was toned and thick with rich amounts of muscles he worked so hard at, ones that could severely hurt someone.

"Sit down, Cupcake." You ordered, he collapsed on the bed at your command. Huffing as you pushed his torso back further, moving your knees on either side of his hips to straddle his lap. "Take off my shirt," He quickly went to grab it when you stopped his hands below the hem on your front "that would be too easy baby." Dipping a single finger into his mouth once again, he sucked on it before you pulled it out. Wetting his lips with the glossy residue.

"Mouth only, please." Brushing your hair to your back so he could have better access, as it was just long enough to cover your breasts. He put wet kisses on your chest, moving so both straps were down your shoulders with his teeth. Showing the simple black bra that hugged your supple flesh. Kissing down in a line of your stomach his hands raking the fabric of your shorts above your thighs, pressing his hands hard into them. "Permission to change positions Darling."

"As you wish," he pulled your center up as he stood throwing you on the bed, kneeling before you. Running his hands over the waistband of your shorts, he looked up at you with pleading eyes. You bucked your hips in a silent reply to remove them, you had nothing underneath. He helped you step out of them, you closed your legs in embarrassment.

"Are you okay?" He placed a gentle hand on your knee.

"We've talked about this kinda, I haven't-. Been like this with anyone. I'm going to be slightly embarrassed." You laughed at yourself, he straightened to be at eye level with you.

"You have nothing to be embarrassed about, you are the most beautiful creature. I will always do everything in my power to make you feel comfortable for as long as you let me, you will be in control. I am so lucky to be the first man to gaze upon you this, vulnerable." Smiling at eachother, he kissed you before undoing his pants revealing a nice tent and a damp spot starting on the white fabric of his briefs, "It's also not fair that you're the only one mostly naked. I have to finish what you started." Both of you giggling, you take your tank top the rest of the way off your body, tossing it to the floor. He takes his place on his knees again, placing both hands at the apex of your thighs spreading them so he could crouch between your legs. You sucked in a harsh breath, when he blew air on your dripping core. Eyes fixated trying to gage his moments, the corner of his mouth lifted. "What do you want?"

"I want you to touch me Billy." He brought his mouth to your core, hot breathes making you squirm in his grasp. His thumb came along the apex of your thigh, dipping towards the center of your puffy lips. Spreading them, you shook in a tight breath at the small amount of contact he was giving you. Crazed about the circles his other hand was making on your inner thigh as he studied your movements. He face came down, tongue out to lick along your folds. Running the length of your pussy in preparation of sucking on your clit, you moaned at the tension. "Oh my god," with a pop from his mouth, his head came up for air looking into your deep eyes. His pupils blown impossibly widener than before, when you were in the closet.

"That's right Darling, pray to me." He held your legs open with his arms, one hand placed towards the top of your heat. Lightly pushing against your lower abdomen, the other came down tracing lazy circles on your clit while his tongue licks at your entrance.

"God Billy please, more." moving the hand away from your clit, laughing in between your legs the vibrations sent shivers up your spine.

"So greedy, doll. Lets see how much you can take." Spreading you wider he slowly pushes a finger in, curving it. Moving it in and out to find that perfect soft spot inside you. You buck your hips when he brushes against it, gasping, throwing your head back to lay fully on the bed. His mouth licks up you,

“God you taste so good, so sweet.” his words muffled beginning to suck on your oh so sensitive bundle of nerves. You whimpered his name, a string inside you pulling tightly. So close to snapping, he was beautiful when devouring you. Hair in disarray, chin covered in your slick, making inhuman nosies as he devoured your centre. Trying to catch a breath as he keeps his tongue on your clit, adding another finger inside you. Your hands find his hair, pulling slightly he groans into your pussy. It sends you over the edge, he grips hard onto your stomach pushing you down while you twitch against him, even sliding a third practiced finger in you. Riding out your high on his face, his pace not faltering enough for you. You sit up pulling his face back from over stimulation, his face glosses with your juices. His smile was wicked, pulling his fingers out of you, licking them clean, the sight made you burn for it all over again.

"I've been waiting so long to do that, for you. Only for your pretty pussy.” Hands still tangled in his curls, you pulled roughly causing him to moan into your planted kiss. Exploring his mouth wildly tasting yourself all over his tongue, his hands move up to your breasts still covered by your black bra. Squeezing them in the cups, making your tongue stumble as you moaned at the touch. Teeth clashed, you both fought passionately for dominance making your lips inflame. Hands moving along chests, he still knelt on the floor. You pulled his chest to press against your waist, until he had to come up for air. When he did you took the opportunity to kiss where his jaw almost ended, right below his ear. He moaned your name wrapping a hand around your back, he unclamped your bra with one quick pinch the other lowered to cup your ass. You continued to leave your love marks on him, down his neck sucking faintly at the taut skin. When you got to his shoulder you bit him, he sucked in a breath growling at the pain in your ear. You gently licked and sucked on it to go away, just like he had with you countless other times you had left things as just heated kisses in the Camero. Though you hadn't drawn blood, you just left a large pink mark with some slight teeth indents. "If you keep doing that, I won't be able to control myself." you kissed your way up to his ear again, this time taking the lobe in your mouth pulling it with your teeth. He moaned your name again, trying to push your bra off your shoulders.

"Maybe that's exactly what I want you to do, Cupcake." Your voice was harsh and gravelly after gasping for him so much. His hands grabbed your waist lifting you up further onto the bed with his brute strength. It made you gasp, he adjusted himself in his boxers towering over you and over the bed, you teased him by slowly taking your bra off. Tossing it to where he stood, he was drunk off your image fully naked in front of him. He could cum right there, but he had to stay strong. He grabbed your leg, placing one of his knees on the foot of the bed. “I worship you.” He started kissing you by the ankle, moving his way up and onto the bed. Not being able to do anything with your hands you ran them through your hair before propping yourself on your elbows. It made him mad so he grabbed your ankles pulling your core to hit his knee. It made you yelp with pleasure, starting his kisses from the ankle all over again. He removed his knee, setting your leg down to kiss your thighs, your clit and moving up your stomach. He put his knee back when he made it to your breasts, he placed one arm near your head to steady him as he took a nipple into his mouth. The other hand moving up from your hip to the other breast kneading it with his athleticly calloused hand. You tried to latch your hand into his hair again, but he took both hands with his weight barring arm.

“Your breasts are beautiful, so pretty and plump for me.” Letting himself lean completely onto the bed, raising your wrists above your head and holding them there.

“Billy please.” you begged for him. His bulge replacing his knee pushing completely against your heat, you began to grind your hips against the fabric that separated your skin craving friction again. He bit down on your nipple, throwing your head back in pain. He let go of it from his mouth, pushing your hips down with a hand to stop your movement, freeing both of your breasts now "If you keep doing that, you won't have the pleasure of me cumming inside you. You don't want to waste that opportunity now, right?" He looked at you, his blue eyes piercing with lust. The curls around his forehead stuck with a little sweat, you bit your lip and nodded. You couldn't be a brat when he looked into your soul, he pushed his hips to your heat again making you squeak his name. "Use your words, or I will stop everything right here. " He moved his mouth to your ear "I want you to tell me how badly you crave me inside you, I want you to beg me to ruin you. I need to engrave my body into yours until, you pass out from pleasure." Unable to form any coherent thoughts, the only one was Billy-Billy-Billy.

"Oh God Billy, cum in me. Ruin me please." He pushed himself off your chest still holding your hands, grabbing a condom from your nightstand and ripping the wrapper open with his teeth. He threw the wrapper on your stomach, slipping his hand under his waistband to place it on himself. You tried to wiggle your wrists out to help him but he held them firm, tugging his length out of his boxers. You bent your knees, spreading your legs letting them touch the sides of the bed, ankles hooking behind his knees. He stopped, looking up at you.

"You're sure? It could hurt a little at first, but we can stop everything if it is or becomes too much." You kissed him, “I need words babe. Even though your kisses are heavenly.” you huffed, trying to think of words right now.

"I want this more than I can even begin to explain, Billy." He let go of your wrists placing each of your hands on one of his shoulders,

"Squeeze when it starts to hurt." He gently moved himself up and down to collect some of your lubricant then gently sliding, just barely into you. Your eyes shut in anticipation and pain. Squeezing, he waited for you to relax, opening your eyes again. Pushing in a little further before pulling out, going back and forth until you could take all of him. His breathing became heavier, your eyes rolled back into your head. You intertwined your fingers behind his neck, his pace became a little bit faster he put his palm lower on your abdomen pushing to feel himself inside you. The pressure from the outside made your walls tighten against him, he groaned putting his face into the nape of your neck. Slowing down his thrusts kneeling down further pushing his hips deeper into you hitting a soft spot, with each stroke. The intensity making your legs start to shake around his waist.

"Keep going Billy. I-" You whimpered to him, throwing your head back. His hips stuttered, whining into your neck while a wave of heat ran through your body again. Tummy full of butterflies, you ran your nails down his shoulders. You felt him twitch inside you, heat leering the end of him. He jerked his hips a couple more times riding out his high, catching his breath placing a wet kiss on your neck he pulled out with a hiss. Sitting up straight he removed the condom tying it before tossing it in the trash next to your bed. Tucking himself back into his boxers, before he leant back down over you. Kissing you softly "I'll be right back." He crawled off your bed, going into the bathroom. You rolled onto your stomach waiting for him, he brought back a washcloth. Turning you over, he brought it between your legs. Wiping up the small amount of blood and any other residue from your physical endeavors. Admiring the trail of marks he had left down your body, he grabbed his shirt behind your head as he tossed the cloth to the ground. Moving you onto his sweat gleaming chest while he crawled towards the top of your bed. Scooting until his back was against the headboard, you both were giggling like children with brand new toys. You moved your waist to straddle him. He put your arms through the holes of his shirt and began buttoning it. After it was mostly closed, he bent his knees so his feet were flat on the bed. And you were forced once again to be fully pressed against his chest.

"Be careful California, this is how we started that little situation."

"Little?" He furrowed his eyebrows.

"No, it was very, very, verrryyy big. Strong, warm, phenomenally god like." You kissed him after each admirmation.

"That's my girl," He rubbed your noses together, relishing in the bliss of your presence in a new and profound way. God was he lucky, but not as lucky as you were to see this vulnerable side of him.

"You could call it comically oversized." He smacked your ass, you laughed into his neck. Holding each other for a minute, his hands resting low on your hips. You had nothing but a shirt on and he had nothing but his boxers, you awkwardly completed each other. "Do you want too… I don’t know, maybe shower with me?"

“I don’t know anyone in the world strong enough to refuse that.” you laughed with him again, kissing the top of his nose before getting off the bed. He watched as you turned and slowly brought his shirt up from your body. Tossing it to him, covering his face briefly as he fought to tear it away, not blocking his view. Racing to follow your running frame into the bathroom. It was going to be a fun night.

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