#The Arcane Library

[grimseverity]

When I Was A God, A Shadowdark Sands Adventure!

My first foray into Shadowdark, made for Baron DeRopp's Weird Tales Game Jam! Explore the ancient temple of the long-dead sphinx god Netmuha, a victim of betrayal through the machinations of a maleovlent Sorcerer keen to harvest the knowledge he possessed.

Designed to allow Dungeon Masters to insert their own items and loot in the game alongside premade magic items.

Provides different lists of encounters for varying party levels, so the Adventure can be run for both high, mid, and low level parties with little work on the DM.

Different branching possible storylines based on how your PCs navigate the dungeon, including both a map and freeform exploration.

Includes page numbers for the Shadowdark RPG Core Rulebook for easy reference on monsters and items.

I hope all of you enjoy this, and expect more to come!

[frog-and-rat]

Welcome

This is to be a starting point for me to blog about ttrpgs. It will hopefully be my game notes, or tables if i can think of them… or maybe art drawn by me. No one really knows.

The name “the Frog and the Toad” came from the tavern name tables in ShadowDark by Kelsey Dionne of the Arcane Library. The current header images shows the 1 and the 20 rolled in my emergency dice kit to get that result.

ShadowDark is currently my system of choice, though I just got a pretty good end of fiscal year bonus from work and I’ve backed/bought a few more games. Unnatural Selection is a supplement by the Dungeon Damsels. Knave 2e, by Questing Beast, Dolmenwood, by Exalted Funeral, I backed something by the Merry Mushmen, but i don’t remember what it was, then i bought A Folklore Bestiary by them. I should have tons to talk about.

I’m currently, slowly, playing a game with my kids using the mini-campaign setting The Gloaming found in Kelsey Dionne’s Cursed Scroll no. 1. It is written with one adventure fully written, but otherwise several places and NPC’s with a few sentences about them, the rest I get to come up with, or yoink something from other adventures to insert into the campaign. I hope to post these adventures here. Feel free to join me, or if you never even stumble upon this blog, that’s okay to. Who knows, maybe I’ll get good at this kind of thing and start a real blog, like a Xanga!

Who knows what is to come here? Probably not much, but I’ll try.

[smiteworks]

🌑 Explore the dark with Shadowdark titles from The Arcane Library on Fantasy Grounds VTT!

New adventures await! Dare to delve today! 🕯️

[atereaste]

B.A.S (Both Ain’t Shit)

Fuck it, guess we both ain’t shit

Pairings: Caitlyn X Mel X Reader.

Warnings: smut (fingering), cussing, public sex.

A/N: I wanna thank my sister @2000blde and my friends @grosspube, Kya, and Sina for helping me out with this fic it was a loooong struggle and I promised them this. Also this was suppose to come out yesterday for Caitlyn’s birthday but I had a terrible tooth ache.

You don't know how you got into this messy situation. In a crowded room where businessmen talk about the latest stocks and celebrities discuss the juiciest drama going on.

But Mel and Caitlyn those two were nowhere to be found the two most important woman in the business world are in a janitor's closet fucking their girlfriend like it was your last day on earth.

The smell of cleaning supplies lingered faintly in the air, mingling with the heady scent of sweat and arousal. The small space felt suffocating, yet you couldn’t care less as their bodies trapped you between them. Mel’s lips were on your neck, her teeth grazing the sensitive skin as she left her mark, making her dominance clear.

Their movements were relentless, urgent, like this was the last night they’d ever have with you. Mel’s low, commanding voice filled your ear as she whispered filthy promises, her hand sliding up your thigh, joining Caitlyn in their shared effort to unravel you completely.

The sharp contrast of Mel’s fiery intensity and Caitlyn’s calculated precision was dizzying, leaving you gasping, barely able to form a coherent thought.

You were theirs, and they made sure you felt every second of it, as if they truly believed it might be their last chance to claim you.

The party outside might as well have been on another planet. The world they ruled so effortlessly had been left behind, the only thing that mattered now being your trembling body between them and the sinful pleasure they were determined to wring from you.

Mel’s gaze is fixed on you, dark and hungry, like a predator sizing up her prey. Her lips curl into a teasing smirk, her golden eyes practically undressing you as though she can already taste you on her tongue. The way she watches you makes your pulse race, every inch of you aching under the weight of her attention.

“Relax baby let us take care of you” With a soft, reassuring voice, Caitlyn coos as her hands glide over the smooth fabric of your expensive black dress. In one fluid and practiced motion, she slips it off your shoulders, letting the luxurious material cascade down your body effortlessly.

The dress pools at your feet for just a moment before Caitlyn scoops it up and casually tosses it into the depths of the closet, Removing your bra the dark skinned girl is fast to latch her mouth onto your breasts sucking and biting on the sensitive nipple.

Their warmth surrounds you, the air thick with anticipation and unspoken desire. Neither of them moves with any urgency, but the tension between the three of you is almost unbearable.

Meanwhile, Caitlyn’s touch is agonizingly slow, her fingertips barely grazing the soft skin of your thighs as they travel downward. The featherlight sensation sends shivers racing across your body, your breath hitching when her fingers finally hook around the waistband of your panties. She slides them down with infuriating precision, her nails scraping gently against your skin as she goes.

When Caitlyn’s fingers find your soaked clit, she pauses, circling it just enough to make your knees weak. A strangled whimper escapes you, the anticipation coiling tight in your core. Sandwiched between them, unable to move or do anything but wait, you silently plead for them to stop teasing and finally claim you.

Caitlyn’s middle and ring finger brush against your folds she's teasing the fuck out of you and you fucking hate it both of them are touching you but this isn't enough whimpering out the blue haired girl snickers as she places her chin against your shoulder “what baby girl? You have to use your words you know this” she coos as her teeth nip at your shoulder.

Please Cait- Mel please fuck me” you mew as both women let out a breathy chuckle at your desperation. Happy at your begs, Caitlyn rewards you by shoving her thin fingers so far inside your cunt that you’d squeal. Drawn-out circles are traced on your swollen clit, her fingers fucking you with the correct quantity of pressure you arch your back against Caitlyn moaning.

“you're such a slut” she whispers in your ear. Her voice is enticing, she knows how to make your legs squirming, and desperate for more. She has that control over you that's what made you so attracted to her. Their touches are rough, yet gentle but you find yourself responding to it still begging for more.

“You like this huh? Us fucking you in public” Mel says wrapping her hand around your throat slightly choking Mel watches you closely, the smirk on her face growing as your eyes roll to the back of your head. Caitlyn's thumb presses down on your clit, and you can't help but buck your hips, the pleasure too intense to hold back.

You squeal as the dark skinned woman grabs ahold of your face squeezing it making your lips pucker up “you don't want them to hear us hm? Be quiet dear” she demands as Cait continues to finger-fuck you roughly.

“Do you hear how wet you are?” Mel questions as her eyes stay glued on your expression wet squelch noises coming from your cunt and the mixture of your moans that fill the closet you know the people outside can hear the nasty sounds your cunt is making. You nod your head as she scoffs at your fucked out face before pulling you closer to her.

Her lips brushed yours, soft and tentative at first, testing the waters. The faintest sigh escaped you as her warmth drew you closer. She deepens the kiss, her lips steadfast and purposeful, molding perfectly against yours. Mel hands slid up to cradle the back of your neck, fingers threading into your hair. The kiss grew more passionate, her tongue tracing the seam of your lips before slipping inside, exploring you with a mix of dominance and tenderness.

Time seemed to pause as you melted into her, the rhythm of the kiss her touch became more insistent, her fingers tightening in your hair. Breathless, you broke apart for a moment, foreheads pressed together, before diving back in, chasing the electrifying connection only her lips could ignite.

“You two are going to drive me insane,” Caitlyn muttered, her voice low and breathless before quickening her pace. Her hand found your most sensitive spot, her thumb circling your clit with deliberate, maddening precision. Each slow, measured loop sent sparks of pleasure radiating through your nude body.

Her fingers thrust into you with a steady, unrelenting rhythm, each movement calculated to push you closer to the edge of control.

You were an absolute wreck. The hair Mel had spent hours straightening was now curling at the ends, damp with sweat and heat. The makeup you had painstakingly perfected was a ruined masterpiece mascara trailing faint lines down your flushed cheeks, lipstick smeared from the messy kisses.

But none of it mattered. Not the effort, not the mess, not the way you were coming undone under Caitlyn's hands, and not the way Mel is kissing you with so much passion. All that mattered was the desperate craving they awakened in you a need for more, for everything, from the two of them.

Your hips moved at their own accord grinding down onto Cait’s fingers with a raw, and unrestrained hunger. Each thrust sends a spark through your trembling body, her fingers curling just right, finding every spot that makes your head spin. Your breathing is ragged, a string of broken moans falling from your lips as you chase the release they’re driving you toward. Every inch of you is alive, burning, as if the only thing tethering you to reality is the pleasure they give you.

Mel’s gaze was locked on your face, her sharp eyes tracking every flicker of emotion—the way your lips parted in ecstasy, the glazed, desperate look in your eyes. Her other hand hovered near your mouth, two fingers slipping between your lips. You sucked on them greedily, swirling your tongue around them as if trying to distract yourself from the overwhelming sensations below.

A scoff escaped her, though her lips curled into a knowing smirk. “Look at you,” she murmured, her tone half amusement, half hunger. “Such a pretty, fucked-out mess.” Without warning, she pulled her fingers from your mouth, eliciting a whine of protest, before gripping your chin firmly and tilting your face toward her.

Mel closed the distance, her lips claiming you once again in a kiss that was both punishing and possessive. The taste of her was intoxicating, and the press of her mouth against yours only heightened the heat pooling in your core. Caitlyn didn’t let up, her fingers curling just right inside you, as if the two of them had conspired to push you past the point of no return.

Mel’s piercing gaze never wavered, her sharp eyes locked onto your face as if she were memorizing every flicker of pleasure that crossed it. Her smirk deepened, a glint of satisfaction flashing across her features as she watched your eyes roll back, your body writhing helplessly under her scrutiny. The cool authority she exuded made every shiver coursing through you feel more vulnerable, more exposed.

Caitlyn, always precise, pressed her thumb firmly against your clit, the pressure sending jolts of electricity through your core. A desperate cry escaped your lips, hips bucking uncontrollably, chasing the ecstasy that had taken hold of your trembling body. The coiling heat deep within you grew tighter, winding with every calculated scissor of Caitlyn’s fingers inside you.

Mel, ever attentive, leaned closer, her elegant hand gliding down to meet Caitlyn’s work. Her fingers brushed over your clit in firm, deliberate circles, the contrast of their combined touches overwhelming. Each movement felt like a perfect symphony, their rhythms synchronized to push you closer to the edge.

“It’s... it’s too much…Mel, please,” you gasped, your voice trembling with desperation as you weakly tried to push their hands away. Tears pricked at the corners of your eyes, the overstimulation threatening to shatter you. But Mel wasn’t the type to grant mercy. Her dark fingers caught your chin, tilting your head until you met her gaze. The closeness of her face, the sharp scent of mint on her breath, made your knees weak.

“Move your hands, Y/N,” she said evenly, her voice laced with quiet authority. You shook your head, lips trembling, but Mel’s grip tightened, her eyes narrowing with a warning that left no room for argument.

“Do I need to repeat myself?” she asked, her tone calm but sharp as a blade. A shiver ran down your spine, your resistance crumbling under her control. With a soft whimper, you let your hands fall away, surrendering completely to them. The static haze of pleasure filled your mind as Caitlyn’s fingers curled just right, hitting spots that made you see stars.

The room in the dim, tucked away corner of the grand ballroom where the celebration was in full swing faded from your awareness. Their hands, their bodies, their presence consumed every ounce of your focus. This wasn’t just pleasure; it was a claim, a deliberate reminder of their control over you.

“I’m…oh god…I’m gonna cum,” you cried out, your voice breaking as the pressure in your core reached its peak. Caitlyn’s fingers plunged deeper, her thumb circling your clit with relentless precision. Mel’s touch remained steady, amplifying every sensation until your body gave in. Your head fell back, a desperate moan tearing from your throat as your orgasm slammed into you, leaving you trembling and undone against Caitlyn’s shoulder.

But even as your body convulsed, they didn’t relent. Caitlyn’s pace quickened, her knuckles brushing deeper, her focus unyielding. Mel’s lips ghosted over your ear, her fingers resuming their torturous circles on your overstimulated clit.

“You didn’t think we were done, did you?” Mel whispered, her voice rich with amusement. The overstimulation sent sparks racing through your limbs, making you shudder and squirm. But their determination was clear—they weren’t stopping until you were reduced to nothing more than a trembling, incoherent mess.

Just as the coil in your stomach tightened again, ready to snap, the crackle of a microphone interrupted.

“And now, Caitlyn and Mel, please join us on stage to accept your award!”

The announcement pierced the haze, pulling you back to reality like a bucket of ice water. Caitlyn stilled, her fingers still buried inside you as she let out an exasperated growl. “Perfect timing,” she muttered bitterly, withdrawing her hand with deliberate slowness that left you shuddering.

Mel chuckled softly, withdrawing her own touch as she leaned back with a smirk. “Guess we’ll have to pick this up later,” she said, her tone teasing but firm.

Caitlyn shot her a sharp glare, then turned to you, her hands already moving to fix your dress. Her movements were brisk but surprisingly gentle, her fingers lingering on your waist as she adjusted the fabric. “Hold still,” she muttered, though the intensity in her dark gaze betrayed her frustration and her jealousy.

Meanwhile, Mel smoothed a stray strand of hair from your face, her thumb brushing away the faint smear of lipstick on your jaw. “A bit messy,” she remarked with a sly smile, glancing at Caitlyn. “Though I suppose that’s your fault.”

“Enough,” Caitlyn snapped, running her hands over her dress to smooth out any creases. “We can’t walk out of here looking like we’ve been... busy.” Her sharp tone was tinged with irritation, though the flush in her cheeks betrayed something deeper.

Mel only shrugged, clearly enjoying Caitlyn’s frayed composure. “Relax, Cait. You’re the one who couldn’t wait.”

Caitlyn narrowed her eyes but said nothing, instead cupping your chin and tilting your face up to hers. “You’re mine as much as hers,” she murmured, her voice low and possessive. “Don’t forget that.”

The weight of her words hung between the three of you as Caitlyn released you and turned to the door. Mel followed, pausing to glance back with a wink before stepping into the brightly lit hallway.

Left alone for a moment, still trembling and breathless, you adjusted your dress, your mind spinning. The unfinished tension lingered, a promise hanging in the air. Whatever jealousy simmered between them now would undoubtedly ignite later, and you knew you weren’t escaping unscathed.

Ok I'm done my first post of 2025 I hope y'all enjoy as I enjoyed writing this (I didn't I haven't written smut since 2023 and I kept self doubting myself) if you wanna part 2 just let me know and I hope you have good day (and keep requesting stuff) orevwa :). Ⓒ︎ seulszn.

[rosieandthemoon]

Book of Hours. French, 1400’s

[librarypapa]

Self indulgent babyre Jinx moodboard..

If anyone has any requests for agere arcane moodboards feel free to drop them in my inbox !

[vintagerpg]

This is Shadowdark (2023), one of the most talked about RPGs in recent memory, certainly in the OSR neighborhood. It’s essentially the product of one person’s relentless labor — Kelsey Dionne, AKA Arcane Library — and a small pool of black ink swirlin’ artists — Lukas Korte, Brandish Gilhlm, Jesse Egan, Yuri Perkowski Domingos, Matt Morrow, Matt Ray, Mark Lyons and Abdul Latif.

But what is it? Boiled down to its essence, Shadowdark is a stripped-down version of 5E D&D, modified to provide something of the so-called Old-School experience. So, there are just four classes, combat is deadlier, exploration is limited by the necessity of torches (which introduces a lot of by-product problems for players to manage) and so on. In fact, exploration (and the finding of treasure) is really the core gameplay. In essence, Shadowdark does for 5E what Castles & Crusades did for 3E, though the end result here is more similar to something like Black Hack. There are modern comforts, like advantage and a luck mechanic. There’s new stuff, too. I have seen a lot of folks discussing the pros and cons of Shadowdark’s always-on initiative.

I don’t usually worry about time tracking or torches in my game, but Dionne makes a good case for doing so (in Shadowdark, torches last one hour of real time). It gives players something to always worry about and is more narratively interesting than encumbrance rules which I think have long been the other main way of messing with party traversal in a dungeon. I especially enjoy the GM section that encourages targeting the light and/or the holder of the torch.

It’s quite an accomplishment to deliver a system that plays well for both camps. Whether OSR or 5E player, the majority of the rules are recognizable, while the ones that aren’t should provide players pleasant surprises. That’s a rare thing!

[callaclysm]

me (tragedy enjoyer): actually jayvik ARE dead. actually they loved each other more than anything and it was not enough. actually without ekko jayce’s vow renewal strategy wouldn’t have worked even though viktor folded almost immediately. actually what they did to each other could not be undone. actually you cannot hurt anyone worse than the people you love. actually they saved the world and it cost them everything. actually they died in each other’s arms knowing that the person they loved more than anything loved them just the same. actually there is nothing left of them but their legacy, which will paint them as bitter enemies. actually—

[sleepyminty]

I love when some stories and any type of medias does shit like this

[mcversipellis]

“Words tell stories. Specifically, the history of those words - how they came into use, and how their meaning morphed into what they mean today - tell us just as much about a people, if not more, than any other kind of historical artefact.”

― R.F. Kuang, Babel: An Arcane History

Inst @mchernovart

[an-au-blog]

modern academic au where viktor just can't get his peace and quiet in the library. Because every time he tries to study, there's this damned himbo that trails him around asking him what he's researching with a big goofy smile. It's always "do you want me to carry your books" and "oh I haven't read that one yet, is it good," and so on and so forth. And in his mind, it's like "just because I'm using a cain doesn't mean I need your help, and yeah of course you haven't read it, you're probably in with some sports scholarship or whatever" but he never voices it. He's the headmaster's portage and he can't go around being rude to random people in the library. Plus, it's not like the other man stays too long, he goes to classes and secludes himself to study as well.

Around exam season, the man stopped hanging off his arm so much, they didn't cross paths in the library or in the halls, but once or twice, Viktor would see him with books about physics, electronics and other things Viktor had been researching before. He never approached him, but he was a bit amused at the seriousness in his expression while he was scribbling something in his notebooks.

If the man WAS on a sports scholarship, perhaps he was reading those books to find a way to talk to Viktor more and in all honesty, it would have been the most someone had done to get to flirt with him, so what if he thought it was a little sweet... it wasn't as if he would expect though. No. His studies were far too important to be put on the back burner for a guy who thought a bone crushing hug (that usually lasts too long for it to be just friendly) was an adequate way to greet an acquaintance.

One day, Viktor found a notebook with research that could be groundbreaking one day. It was past closing hours for the academy, but he had keys so he was left to read all the notes throughout the whole night and even into the day. The neat handwriting, the diagrams, the brilliant ideas... whoever this person was, he was flowing in potential. And when Viktor turned each page he couldn't help but smile to himself, how silly and a bit narcissistic, to sign your name on each of them. Jayce Talis, Jayce Talis, Jace Talis, Jayce Talis, each page, just Jayce Talis, Jayce-

"Hey!"

A familiar voice called for him. Out of breath and disheveled, stood the man who had been trailing him around.

"Oh, I'm so glad I found it- I mean you-" He sagged with relief. But when his eyes flickered from the notes to Viktor and back, he seemed to get a bit sheepish. "I thought I lost them." A whisper to himself before he snapped his eyes back to Viktor. "Ah, uh... you read all of them?"

And there he was, flirting with the same lame excuse, Viktor thought.

"Yes," he decided to humour him a bit. Closing the book and pulling it away from the other. "I was hoping to return it to it's owner, maybe discuss some of the ideas in it."

The man didn't seem to take the hint as he sat across from him with a small smile. "Yeah? So you don't think it's an obnoxious or ridiculous idea?"

"Ridiculous? Perhaps a bit, but it is not obnoxious to want natural resources of this quantity to produce -" He stopped himself, this random guy didn't need to hear it. "Nevermind, you don't need to hear that." Viktor was ready to stand up until he felt a hand reach for his to make him stay.

"No, no! I really want to hear it! Every professor I've tried showing my research to has told me I'm being unrealistic. But I think that with enough time, and effort, it's possible!" His face was glowing. "I mean as far as energy sources go, this could save much for both the people and companies. See- " grabbed one of the notebooks and started flipping through it, "right here, I tried to make a model of-"

"Jayce?" Viktor asked in disbelief.

The other man looked up at him with that dumb smile again. "Yes?"

"Jayce Talis...?"

Jayce tilted his head in question. "Yes?" He asked with more hesitance.

"You are Jayce Talis?" Viktor lifted up the notebook, pointing at the place where the name was signed.

"Did I not introduce myself the first time we met?"

"No!"

Jayce laughed a little awkward chuckle and it made Viktor's chest constrict. With anger, probably...

"Well, I'm sorry, um. My name is Jayce." He reached his hand out for a shake. "Nice to meet you."

"Viktor." He took it. "Likewise." And he found himself meaning it.

[smiteworks]

🌑New Release Cursed Scroll Zine, Vol. 3: Midnight Sun from The Arcane Library

Fierce sea wolves sail their dragon-prowed longboats over the dark waves, & the midnight sun rises above the frozen northern isles!

[homuraakemis]

Vi + books

[thegorgonist]

Who needs a ladder to reach high shelves when you have a flying broomstick? This library full of secret histories and arcane treatises is open to all who wish to study there--though you may need to bring some esoteric dictionaries... Prints here

[atereaste]

Camera Sex

Mel X reader

Warning: smut.

"Mel, smile," you say, holding the camera up to her. She turns to you, her lips curling into a radiant grin as you snap the picture.

Walking over to her, you show her the photo. "Let me take another one," you say, adjusting the camera, ready for the next shot.

But before you can, she places her hand on the camera, stopping you.

"Let me take some of you," she says, her voice soft but teasing as she takes the camera from your hands. Her eyes glint with mischief, a playful smirk tugging at her lips.

"Mel, what are you planning?" you ask warily, but she only snickers in response, pushing you gently back onto the bed.

"Relax," she murmurs, leaning over you. Her hand finds your jaw, tilting your face up slightly. The pressure of her fingers sends a shiver down your spine not unpleasant, but undeniably commanding.

She lifts the camera, framing you in the lens. "Perfect," she whispers before snapping a photo.

"Let’s take more," she suggests, her tone light but insistent. You nod, hesitant but intrigued, and before you know it, she’s pulling you up, guiding you onto her lap.

"Mel, what are you—"

"Shh," she interrupts, laying you back gently. "I want to capture you." Your brow arches, unsure of what she means, but when she smiles up at you, you can’t help but relax.

"Look at me, Y/N," she instructs, her voice softer now. You glance down at her, smiling faintly as she raises the camera again. Another click. Another photo.

Turning the camera to you, she shows the result. "This one’s hot, Y/N," she says with a satisfied chuckle.

You roll your eyes. "You’re impossible."

"Impossible, huh?" Her smirk widens as she sets the camera down momentarily. Standing, she reaches for your chin, lifting it gently but firmly. Her eyes burn with intensity now.

"Y/N, strip for me," she commands. You blink, startled. "Mel- what?"

"Slowly," she clarifies, her smirk never fading.

Your breath hitches as the air thickens between you. Tentatively, you shrug off your robe, the cool air prickling your skin and sending goosebumps trailing along your arms.

She watches intently, her gaze roaming over you, equal parts admiration and hunger. Picking the camera back up, she begins to snap more photos, each flash accompanied by a low hum of approval.

"You’re stunning," she murmurs, her voice soft and heavy with admiration as she steps closer. Her presence feels overwhelming, her intensity filling the space between you. The way she looks at you makes your heart race, her words lingering in the air like a quiet command.

As you reach behind to unclasp your bra, her gaze never wavers. The fabric falls away, and she lifts the camera, snapping a picture. Her lips curl into a satisfied smile as her eyes roam over your bare chest, lingering with unapologetic appreciation.

"Perfect," she whispers, lowering the camera briefly. "Keep going."

You pause briefly, her steady encouragement guiding you forward. With a slow, deliberate motion, your hands glide down to the lace panties she adores the pair she picked out for you on a whim. She’d always said they’d look stunning on you, and every time you wore them, the way her eyes darkened with desire made you believe it.

The memory lingers in your mind as you hook your thumbs into the delicate waistband. Her gaze sharpens, her breath hitching as she watches, anticipation etched across her features. You tease her, running your fingers over the fabric, a soft moan escaping your lips as your back arches slightly.

*Click.* The camera captures the moment, and her voice cuts through the tension. "Take them off," she murmurs, her tone both commanding and tender.

Slowly, you comply, sliding the lace down your hips and letting it fall to the floor. The cool air brushes against your bare skin, sending a shiver through you, and your body responds with a throbbing ache. *Click.* Another photo, her approval clear in her low hum.

"You're so beautiful, baby girl," she says, her voice filled with reverence. Setting the camera aside, She steps closer, her movements deliberate, her gaze locked onto yours with a teasing intensity.

Kneeling before you, she leans in until her lips are a breath away from your aching clit. The heat of her presence sends a shiver down your spine as she glances up, her eyes meeting yours with a smirk that’s both playful and commanding.

Her tongue darts out, dragging a slow, deliberate lick over your sensitive clit. The sensation pulls a desperate moan from your lips, your back arching instinctively.

“Fuck- Mel,” you gasp, your hands gripping the sheets beneath you for support.

She chuckles softly, the sound vibrating against you, intensifying the ache. “So responsive,” she murmurs, her voice low and sultry. Her hands slide up your thighs, steadying you as her mouth continues its unrelenting assault.

Her tongue circles and flicks, alternating between gentle caresses and firm pressure. Every motion feels calculated, designed to push you closer to the edge. Your breaths come faster, each moan and whimper spilling from your lips like a melody she’s orchestrating.

"Look at me," she commands softly, and when your eyes meet hers again, the intensity in her gaze sends a fresh wave of heat coursing through you. Her lips wrap around your clit, sucking lightly, and your body trembles beneath her touch.

“Mel- please,” you beg, the desperation in your voice evident.

“Not yet, baby girl,” she teases, pulling back just enough to make you whine in protest. Her smirk deepens as she presses a kiss to your inner thigh, her fingers tracing lazy circles on your skin.

"You’ll come when I say so," she whispers, her tone dripping with authority. Without warning, she slides a finger inside you, her touch precise and unyielding. The stretch is perfect, her rhythm slow but purposeful as her tongue resumes its torment on your clit.

Your body tenses, the pleasure building to an unbearable peak. Her pace quickens, her free hand gripping your thigh to keep you steady as your cries grow louder. She knows exactly how to unravel you, and you’re powerless against the storm she’s creating.

"Cum for me," she murmurs against you, and the words are your undoing. Waves of ecstasy crash over you, your body trembling as your release washes through you. She doesn’t stop, guiding you through every second of your climax until you’re left breathless and spent beneath her.

As the intensity subsides, she kisses her way back up your body, her lips brushing against yours in a tender yet possessive kiss. “You’re perfect,” she whispers, her hands cradling your face as she looks into your eyes.

You barely have time to catch your breath before her lips claim yours again, this kiss deeper, hungrier, as if she’s determined to leave no part of you untouched. Her hands roam your body, exploring every curve with reverence and intent.

“Mel,” you whisper against her lips, your voice shaky but eager.

She pulls back just enough to meet your gaze, her thumb tracing your cheek. “What is it, baby girl?” she asks, her voice low and teasing, but her eyes burn with intensity.

“I need more,” you admit, your cheeks flushing under her piercing stare.

Her smirk returns, wicked and full of promise. “Oh, I know,” she says, her hands sliding down your sides until they rest firmly on your hips. “But you’ll have to earn it.”

Before you can respond, she flips you onto your stomach, her strength and precision leaving you breathless. She drags her nails lightly down your back, the sensation sending shivers along your spine. Her lips press hot, open-mouthed kisses to your shoulders, moving lower with every kiss until she reaches the small of your back.

“Stay just like this,” she instructs, her tone firm but seductive. You nod, pressing your cheek into the pillow as your body hums with anticipation.

She spreads your legs gently, her fingers ghosting over your thighs before settling on your soaked center. A single finger trails along your folds, teasing and testing, making you squirm beneath her touch.

“You're so wet for me” she murmurs, the admiration in her voice clear as she slides a finger inside you. The slow, deliberate thrusts make your toes curl, and when she adds a second finger, your moans grow louder, filling the room.

Her other hand finds its way to your clit, circling it in perfect rhythm with the thrusts of her fingers. You bury your face in the pillow, your body overwhelmed by the dual sensations.

“Don’t hide those pretty sounds from me,” she demands, her voice sharp but laced with desire. She grabs a fistful of your hair, pulling your head back just enough to expose your neck. Her lips are on you again, biting and sucking, leaving marks that claim you as hers.

Your body moves against her, chasing the release you crave, but just as you’re teetering on the edge, she stops, pulling her hands away. You whine in frustration, looking back at her with pleading eyes.

“Patience,” she says, her voice low and commanding, a wicked grin tugging at her lips as she leans back to drink in the sight of you trembling beneath her. “I told you I’m not done with you yet.”

She shifts behind you, her hands firmly gripping your hips as she leans in closer, her breath hot against your ear. “But I promise you,” she whispers, her tone thick with sultry intent, “it’ll be worth the wait.”

Her lips graze the shell of your ear, her warm breath igniting goosebumps along your skin. She tugs your hips back slightly, positioning you exactly the way she wants. The firm, deliberate control in her touch leaves you breathless, your body humming with need.

Reaching over to the nightstand, she retrieves the strap, the sight of her securing it sending a sharp jolt of anticipation through you. The confident ease with which she readies herself makes your heart race, your chest rising and falling as heat floods your body.

Her gaze softens briefly as her eyes meet yours, a flicker of tenderness beneath the intensity. “Are you ready, baby girl?” she asks, her voice equal parts gentle and teasing.

Your throat feels dry, but you nod, biting your lip as your body practically aches for her.

A satisfied smirk curves her lips as she climbs back onto the bed, settling between your legs. Her hands glide up your thighs, spreading them apart slowly, purposefully, until you’re fully exposed to her. The anticipation coils tighter in your stomach as she leans in, her breath warm against your skin.

She doesn’t rush, her touch deliberate as she runs the tip of the strap along your folds, slicking it in your arousal. The teasing motion makes your hips buck involuntarily, a desperate whine escaping your lips as the tension builds.

“Patience,” she murmurs again, pressing a lingering kiss to your sensitive skin. “I want to take my time with you.”

Finally, she aligns herself with you, her eyes never leaving yours as she begins to push inside. The stretch is slow and deliberate, the sensation sending a wave of heat coursing through you. Inch by inch, she fills you until she’s seated fully, the fullness leaving you breathless.

“Look at you,” she whispers, her hands settling firmly on your hips as she holds you in place. Her voice is filled with awe and satisfaction. “So perfect, taking all of me.”

She begins to move, her thrusts slow and deliberate, each motion calculated to drive you mad with desire. The steady roll of her hips sends shockwaves of pleasure through your body, your back arching instinctively to meet her movements.

“Fuck, Mel,” you gasp, your nails sinking into her shoulders as her rhythm picks up, steady and relentless.

Her name falls from your lips like a prayer, breathless and unending, as she leans down to capture your mouth in a searing kiss. The connection between you feels electric, her touch and movements igniting every nerve.

“You feel so good,” she groans, her voice rough and husky with desire. “You’re mine, baby girl. All mine.”

The possessive edge in her tone makes your stomach flip, a deep thrill rushing through you as her words push you closer to the edge. With each thrust, the tension coils tighter, her movements gaining intensity as she drives you toward release.

When you finally shatter, the climax is all-consuming, your body trembling as waves of pleasure crash over you. Her name spills from your lips in broken cries, your grip on her tightening as the euphoria courses through you.

She doesn’t stop, her hips grinding into yours, extending your high as she whispers low praises in your ear. “That’s it, baby. Let it all go for me.”

As the intensity begins to fade, she slows her movements, finally stilling and easing out of you. She gathers you in her arms, her warmth enveloping you as she presses gentle kisses to your forehead. Her fingers trace soothing patterns along your back, her presence grounding you as your breathing begins to steady.

“You’re so beautiful like this,” she murmurs, her voice soft and full of affection. “Completely undone, all for me.”

A quiet hum escapes you in response, your body still buzzing with the aftershocks as you lean into her touch. But just as you start to relax, she shifts slightly, her hands moving to cradle your face.

“I’m not finished with you yet,” she says, a familiar, mischievous smirk playing on her lips.

Your eyes widen, a fresh wave of heat spreading through your body at her words. “Mel,” you stammer, your voice still trembling, “I don’t know if I can-”

“Oh, you can,” she interrupts, her tone teasing but resolute. “And you will.”

Effortlessly, she lifts you, guiding you to straddle her lap. Her hands settle firmly on your hips, grounding you as she leans back, her dark gaze locked on yours.

“Now,” she says, her voice dropping to a commanding whisper, “I want to watch you ride me.”

Your cheeks burn as a mix of shyness and excitement floods your senses. Slowly, you position yourself over the strap, the tip teasing at your entrance. Her grip tightens slightly, her gaze never wavering as she waits for you to move.

With a deep breath, you lower yourself onto her, the stretch drawing a gasp from your lips as she fills you once more. Your fingers find her shoulders, anchoring yourself as a low groan escapes her.

“That’s it,” she murmurs, her voice thick with desire. “Look at how good you feel. So perfect, baby.”

Her praise fuels your movements, your confidence growing as you begin to grind against her. The friction ignites a fire deep within you, every motion sending sparks of pleasure through your body.

Her hands guide your hips, meeting each of your movements with a controlled thrust of her own. “Mel,” you moan, your voice trembling as the intensity builds.

“I’ve got you,” she reassures you, her tone soothing even as her control remains firm. “Let go for me, baby girl. I’ve got you.”

Her words push you over the edge, your body shuddering as another powerful climax washes over you. She holds you steady, her lips brushing against your neck as you ride out the waves, her presence grounding you in the overwhelming sensation.

When you are finally still, she eases you onto the bed, curling around you protectively. Her hand strokes gently through your hair, her voice a soft murmur in your ear. “You’re incredible,” she says, her words laced with awe and tenderness.

A faint smile crosses your lips as exhaustion begins to take over. Her soft chuckle vibrates against you as she pulls you even closer. “Get some rest,” she says, her tone soothing and steady.

Wrapped in her arms, the sound of her breathing and the warmth of her embrace lull you into a deep, contented sleep.

A/N a little smut fic to keep the people happy and until I can get out of writers block (posted my Caitvi fic and now I have no ideas in my brain) I have a Sevika X Mel fic coming sometime in the future so stay tuned for that. Ⓒ︎ seulszn