#jinana x turel

[the-iron-orchid]

36 (face-sitting) for Jinana & Turel?

(weeks later) OK, so this one may have... gotten away from me a little....

Title: Without Words

Pairing: Jinana/Turel, ~2460 words

Warnings: Bodyworship, facesitting, mild domination, mild biting, masturbation

Synopsis: A foraging trip for Jinana becomes an alfresco tryst with Turel.

Notes: A follow-up to The Sound of Distant Thunder.

🔞🍋18+ Only! Minors DNI 🍋🔞

Jinana has been finding more time to be in the forests around Vesuvia of late, wildcrafting herbs for the shop and goods for the kitchen. This time of year, one may find king boletes, hen-of-the-woods, and even chanterelles amid the trees and mosses, and pine nuts abound.

Of course, there is another reason s/he has been making the time to explore the wilds, often with Anjali in tow (when the sky does not promise rain). S/he never quite knows where or when, but sometimes s/he will encounter the peculiar giant of a man s/he once found amid the falling rain, sitting silent and still as a stone.

Turel is a craftsman, a maker of things, his huge hands capable of finer and more delicate work than one might expect; Jinana knows just how delicate and fine that touch can be. S/he isn’t quite certain how to define what is between them - it is something born of the strange magic of being in wild places, and the way two people can sometimes read one another’s unconscious cues. Very often they will go with less than a handful of words exchanged, but communicating all the same.

There is something about him that is so soothing to hir, his energy a deep and steady current, in such contrast to the restless, chaotic energy that crackles through hir being. But when they are together, it’s as if hir own energy slows its pace to match his - the way a heartbeat might, or breathing.

Today it is cool and misty, and Jinana draws hir shawl more closely about hirself as s/he casts hir glance over the trees, looking for distinctive fungal formations. Ah, there… a mass of delicately frilled shapes clustered at the base of a tree. S/he slips hir gathering knife from hir pocket and bends down to harvest the fruiting body of the mushrooms.

When s/he rises again, s/he is only mildly surprised to find that s/he is being watched with silent interest. Jinana smiles and offers some of the bounty s/he’s just gathered; there’s plenty about. But Turel declines with a gesture and a small smile; instead, he beckons hir to follow. Intrigued, s/he does.

It’s a fine walk; they cross a couple of small streams, and Jinana mentally marks the location of a few persimmon trees. Right now their fruit will be astringent, but as fall deepens they will sweeten. They come to a part of the forest where firs congregate, and Jinana gathers some of the fragrant needles for teas and bath herbs.

Turel hunkers down at the base of a stand of trees, indicating little cleared spots in the leaf litter, probably the work of animals. Jinana, too, peers down at this. Summoning hir mage hand spell, s/he pushes the debris aside with a gesture. Beneath, s/he can just see three paler objects poking out of the dirt. Curious, s/he uses the same magical force to dig them out.

They are small white truffles, growing amid the roots of the trees, a true treasure of the forest. Jinana indicates with a tap to hir lips and a small wink that s/he will preserve this secret.

They spend some time in companionable silence, absorbed in the hunt for the elusive fungi. S/he takes only as much as s/he and Heron will be able to use; the delicious life-span of a truffle is finite, after all.

With the bounty secured in hir gathering basket, Jinana takes a moment to sit back against the trunk of a tree, watching ants trailing their way across the roots. S/he had almost forgotten how soothing and restorative it could be just to sit quietly in nature; humankind has tried so hard to distance itself from such things. Spending these brief times with Turel has re-taught hir the lesson that even a magician - perhaps especially a magician - is at their best when they take a moment to reconnect with the natural world.

Closing hir eyes, s/he reaches out with hir othersense, feeling the life that surrounds hir. The tree at hir back, hundreds of years old but thrumming with vigor, sharing its strength with its fellows through some mysterious web of connection. The ants’ nest below the ground, seething with activity and purpose. Squirrels, birds, insects… it is a vast jeweled net of living things, each with their own energy.

And s/he feels Turel’s energy, familiar to hir now, at once entirely harmonious and very different to that which surrounds them. S/he has not asked, but s/he suspects that, like the tree, he is a being of centuries, and perhaps more. Human, and perhaps not human… but human enough.

It is his energy which announces his approach, for his step is very light for one of such size. He seats himself next to hir, and Jinana leans lightly against his side, letting the contact ground hir in every way. S/he fancies that s/he can feel the wild magic that swirls and leaps within hir coming to rest, settling like water in a bottle. 

They stay like this for a time, a sort of meditation. When s/he opens hir eyes again, s/he feels calm, refreshed, even invigorated. S/he sees that while hir senses were elsewhere, a large mantis has taken up a position on Turel’s knee; seeing hir move, it spreads its wings in a defensive posture. The absurdity of it makes hir laugh, and this proves too much; the insect takes sudden flight.

It feels good to laugh. It feels good to be out of the city, in the greenness and the mist, away from it all. It feels good to be right here, in this moment, resting against the calming solidity of Turel’s body. He seems somehow more solid, more real than anything else, in a way that Jinana cannot explain.

Turel’s quiet answering chuckle is less a thing heard than a thing felt. Moving with a certain deliberation, he lifts one hand, gently running the backs of his fingers along hir jawline. The gesture is a question, one that Jinana answers by rising to hir feet, standing before him. S/he reaches out and tips his chin upward, bending down slightly to place a kiss upon his lips - he is so large that were he to kneel, still he would tower over hir. It is only when he is seated like this that s/he can reach him at all.

It is because of this difference, and because of Jinana’s own inclinations, that he yields to hir in these things. Jinana knows perfectly well that this is but a thing permitted, because it suits him to do so. But there is something thrilling in feeling such strength held in check, in commanding that strength for hir pleasure, however temporarily.

S/he runs hir fingers along Turel’s jawline as s/he pulls away, then grins and makes a particular gesture, speaking the words of magic under hir breath. S/he rises easily from the ground, levitating hirself to where s/he can be seated upon a nearby branch, more than hir own height off the ground. Smiling, s/he beckons with one hand.

Turel rising from a seated position is a sight in itself; it almost seems as if he will never stop rising, until finally his full height is reached. He steps over to where Jinana reaches hir hand out to him, palm-up. He takes the hand in his, where it immediately seems lost. He presses his lips to the flower of henna on hir palm, looking very slightly up at hir with amusement crinkling the corners of his eyes.

Jinana laughs in return, the sound becoming a sigh as he places a kiss on the inside of hir wrist. His eyes on hir are unblinking as he works his way up hir arm in a slow, steady trail of kisses and caresses. S/he has become accustomed to this unwavering gaze, the way he regards all things. S/he loves watching the way those eyes change with desire, their darkness deepening.

Turel reaches hir shoulder, the side of hir neck, and as he draws back to choose the next part of hir that he will give his attention to, Jinana leans forward to kiss him again. S/he parts hir lips, feeling him answer the deepening of the kiss with tremendous gentleness... but no lack of heat.

When s/he releases him once more, he continues his journey down the other arm, ending at the matching henna-traced flower in hir other palm. He then begins anew at the henna that graces the top of one foot, hir ankle, traveling up hir leg, his hands pushing up the fabric of hir skirt before him. Teasingly, Jinana keeps hir thighs pressed together; s/he knows what he wants, and he knows the game they are playing.

Only when Turel has made his way back down the other side does Jinana relax the tension in hir legs, allowing them to part. His huge hands skim up hir thighs, over hir hips in the bunched-up fabric of hir skirt. They come to rest at hir waist, long fingers wrapping around hir ribcage. It isn’t hard to feel the strength in those hands, and s/he gives a small shiver of delight.

“Lie down,” she tells him. To hir surprise, he brings hir with him, lifting hir effortlessly from the branch. Cheeky. But he lies down on his back on the mossy forest floor, and places Jinana so that s/he straddles his chest, his hands moving lightly over hir legs. S/he leans in once more, savoring a long, unhurried kiss. Then she lifts hirself up, bunching the skirt around hir hips and waist as s/he kneels over him, slowly bringing hirself within reach of his waiting mouth.

Turel’s lips are full and soft; his tongue is like an instrument of divinity. He explores hir differently with every caress, seeking out every source of pleasure. Jinana tucks hir skirt into place so s/he can thread hir fingers between his locs, hir hips starting to move of their own volition.

S/he tips hir head back, moaning softly; he needs no further encouragement, no verbal cues. His lips and wonderful tongue move with hir, giving more when the movements of her body demand it, backing off when s/he lifts herself away, drawing it out a little.

But it feels so good that s/he sees no reason to deny hirself for long, and the difference in their sizes frees hir to grind hirself against his face with abandon, moaning aloud with pleasure. His soft answering sounds are so deep that s/he feels them resonate through hir body, and this, too, adds to the sensation. S/he has no idea exactly what it is that he is doing with his tongue, only that it feels incredible. S/he grips the long locs of his head, lost to both moderation and reason as she feels hirself rising and rising, a split second of weightlessness… and then the great breakers of orgasm roll over hir, drowning hir in pleasure. S/he can hear hir own voice crying out, startling some small creature that dashes away through the underbrush.

But that isn’t the end of it; Turel is both patient, and very clever. His hands rest on hir hips, encouraging hir to stay, to take hir pleasure from him again… and again. When Jinana is finally released from the grip of ecstasy for the third time, she can feel hir legs trembling almost uselessly to either side of his head, barely able to hold hir up. After giving a final few kisses to the tender skin of the insides of hir thighs, Turel assists hir to rise.

Jinana laughs at the wobbliness of hir own legs as s/he untucks hir skirt, letting it fall to cover hir once more. S/he seats hirself on the soft moss, urging Turel to rest his head in hir lap. S/he bends down to kiss him once again, upside-down; the sutras of the art of love say that the greatest pleasure of the kiss is when both may kiss the fullness of the lower lip. Jinana cannot resist sinking hir teeth into the plumpness of his lower lip, just a little, before raising hir head again.

Of course, he has been holding his own desire in check, while s/he rode him to hir satisfaction. S/he thinks that s/he would very much like to see him bound in silken ropes, to leisurely play the games of endurance that s/he favors... but alas, the wilds are not ideal for such things. Still, there are other diversions to be had.

“Touch yourself for me,” she murmurs with a smile, arranging the locs around his face with gentle fingers. “I want to see.”

S/he is fairly certain there is nothing s/he could say or ask for that would shock Turel. He gives hir the impression of being… not jaded or weary, but well-experienced, one who has seen it all and still finds wonder in the world.

It’s a lesson s/he could stand to learn.

Jinana bends once more to visit soft kisses to his cheeks and forehead, sharper kisses to his lips and chin, as he eases himself from his clothing to hir view. S/he runs hir hands over his chest, amused by how tiny they appear upon him, feeling the very slight raising of the skin over the tattoos beneath hir fingertips.

S/he continues to visit kisses and caresses as he strokes himself, his eyes finally sliding closed to shut himself in with the sensations. Jinana places kisses here, too, with exquisite lightness, feeling the faint trembling of each shuttered lid under hir lips.

He is quiet in this, too, as in all things. His body moves gently against the ground beneath him, cushioned by the thick moss. Jinana watches, fascinated, a part of hir taking note of what causes him to sigh, to move a little faster (though, as in all things, he is unhurried in this too).

The sounds he makes are quiet, but Jinana feels them transmit themselves through hir thighs, through the very ground. S/he watches his face change with his pleasure, until climax crests through his body, too, shuddering beneath hir hands.

Jinana continues to cradle his head in hir lap as he relaxes, still gifting him those little gestures of affection, because it pleases hir to do so. And when Turel’s eyes open again, s/he smiles down at him.

There is no need for words.

[luasworkshop]

17. Threesome + 'let me hear you' and/or 'does that feel good?' for Turel x Julian + Sex Elf Jinana, just like the artwork? ;) (I mean... ok Julian is a known screamer but it's funny to encourage him lmao) - the-iron-orchid

Oh yeah, absolutely - smut under the cut. (Goes with this image.)

Turel, despite his size, does always have his own tenderness, but he is certainly not incapable of roughness – there is a most delicate joy of letting the experiences of another guide his hand in pleasure for all.

Jinana delicately adjusts one of Turel’s tight locs back over the shell of his ear, watching contentedly as he pulls Julian by his thighs to take every inch of his cock.

“Does that feel good, darling?” S/he asks as though the deep shuddering gasp from the prone redhead wasn’t indicative enough.

He whimpers something incoherently in reply, vague and full of pleading want, his legs instinctually wrapping around Turel’s waist.

“I think you’re going to have to fuck him harder, Turel.” S/he says with a curl of laughter around the edges of it.

Turel, moving with the patience and poise of a monolith, obediently, rises to his knees for a better angle. With his position thus shifted, Jinana stands at nearly hir full height behind him, arms wrapped casually around his shoulders. Leaning against the warm expanse of his broad back has proven to be a perfect vantage point, where Julian can watch hir subtle but familiar expressions as Turel takes his time at hir guidance to absolutely wreck him.

His large hands are soft against Julian’s thighs as he arranges him just so, such that he can begin a gentle rhythm downward, rocking into him at first gently, but with an increasing pace and depth. Julian’s grip on his own wrists is white-knuckled even as his pale skin flushes pink all the way down the expanse of his chest. Turel rumbles contentedly at the moan Julian makes as his own shaft twitches deep inside of him. Hazel eyes narrowed in pleasure, his broad smile is full of warmth as each thrust of him is enough to shake Julian’s whole frame. It is not just Turel’s cock, but each shuddering thrust, each motion that pushes him further against the floor (pressed up to the edge of the bed as he is, totally prone and long limbs akimbo) that shakes his spine and ribs that makes him make small, eager noises.

Jinana adjusts hirself a little against Turel’s back, crossing one leg behind the other, placing almost all of hir weight against him. If he notices, it is no matter for him to carry, and his motions do not slow. Like a sea-smoothed boulder in the sun, he’s deeply comfortable. “Oh Julian, let’s hear you” S/he says with hir familiar, gentle tone of self-assured authority.

The moan that utters from his frame is almost enough to startle himself when he hears it. Each of Turel’s motions is punctuated with an articulated gasp, giving an almost musical lilt to their congress. Turel tips his head back slightly as Jinana runs a hand over his hair. His pace against Julian has increased to a fervor, slapping Julian’s cock against his belly. There is a noise somewhere deep in Turel’s chest, not so much heard as felt, and laying against his back, it resonates against Jinana’s core.

Julian can’t articulate his wants harder, rougher, more, more, more, but each of his wailing, gasping, breaths sends the message clear enough. Jinana sighs with contentment against Turel’s shoulder, still gently playing with his hair.

“Come in him, Turel.” S/he languidly breathes against his skin. “Julian, when you are ready.”

There is a massive shudder through Turel, tightness radiating from his core, he pulls Julian’s legs as tightly around him as he can manage, articulating some sort of noise heard only by snakes and stones. The warmth pooling inside Julian, pressed tightly around him tips him over the edge as well, though his noises are far from so subtle. It is a wail of utter human ecstasy, misery, want, and need as he spills, up-side-down as he is, enough to splatter along his cheek.

[the-iron-orchid]

5 on the ask meme thing, for Jinana & Turel?

5. Cuddling in a blanket fort.

A somewhat-bemused Heron has helped them to scrounge up enough blankets and cushions to build a little nest of sorts in one corner of the rooftop garden, blocking out the nighttime city so that their only view is of plants and of stars, and the moon as it slowly passes overhead.

Small drifts of sparkling, multicolored smoke occasionally plume from within, Jinana's magical hookah changing the distinctive skunky smell of the herb within into something pleasingly different with every draw - now it smells of roses, now of vanilla, next perhaps of orange blossoms. A novelty, but a fun one, designed for a luxurious smoking experience.

Turel is propped comfortably against the pile of cushions, and Jinana on his lap, nestled in the crook of one arm, hir head resting against his shoulder as they gaze up at the night sky above. It's a lovely respite from the tensions of the week, and Jinana can feel the tight-wound muscles in hir neck and shoulders relaxing as they sit in a companionable silence.

The effect of the herb renders everything just a little bit more vivid to the senses, from the pleasant warmth of their contact to the way the moon paints silvery highlights over the contours of Turel's features, and for a moment Jinana is fascinated by this, even as hir mind wanders in a leisurely, relaxed fashion.

A thought occurs to hir. "What if," s/he says, then pauses, collecting hir thoughts. "What if mushrooms could talk?"

Turel smiles. His voice is soft, but Jinana can feel it rumbling through hir own back when he answers, and s/he fancies that it is like hearing the voice of Time itself.

"They do."

[the-iron-orchid]

Renderpalooza: Midsummer Masq Edition!

Man you guys are horny

All right, here’s how this goes:

I’ve divvied up the prompts by day, plus the available options, under the cut.

1) Pick your participants (Note: 3-person slots have all been filled; 1-2 only, please!)

2) Pick your prompt(s). Requests may select any number of prompts from the same day, but once all prompts for a given day are claimed, that day is FULL. A certain amount of overlap is all right, at my discretion.

3) Pick your outfit theme. I can’t promise to match specific outfits, these are general ‘vibes’!

4) Pick how spicy you want this to be, from ‘tasteful portrait’ to ‘explicit af’

Notes: Please limit requests to two per requestor! Backgrounds will be abstract and lighting will be simple. I reserve the right to cap requests at any time, or refuse requests I’m not comfortable with. I can’t promise I’ll get to them all, I am but one Little Guy™, but I’ll do my best!

I will update this post as prompts are claimed.

PART 1: The Participants

Select from the list of available models. You may select either a themed solo portrait of your chosen character, or a scene with 2-3 figures.

*As always, requests involving OCs that are not yours must be approved by the other party!

OCs:

Jinana

Heron ( @vesuvian-disaster )

Marcus Aquila ( @vesuvian-disaster )

Donatello ( @bottomvalerius )

Miloš ( @xx-sharpfawngz-xx )

Turel ( @fullyfunctionalapprentice & @luasworkshop )

Ell’iandyr ( @foxfirefallout​ )

Bastien ( @daisydevorak )

Vida ( @apprenticevida )

Alexander ( @devoraqs )

Vissenta ( @vissentasenadz )

Tsedi ( @joasakura )

Misery - pending model completion ( @misery-lake​ )

Coatli - pending model completion ( @coyoxxtl​ )

LIs/Canon:

Julian

Nadia

Asra

Portia

Valerius

PART 2: The Prompts

DAY 1: FULL!

Baths Claimed, Marcus/Jinana/Julian

Group Sex (up to 3 figures) Claimed, JinAsrian

Orgasm Denial Claimed, JinAsrian

Food Play Claimed, Marcus/Jinana/Julian

DAY 2: FULL!

Exhibitionism claimed, Visadia

Lingerie claimed, Heron/Jinana/Valerius

Collars claimed, Heron/Jinana/Valerius and Visadia

Impact Play claimed, Heron/Jinana/Valerius

DAY 3: FULL!

Outdoors claimed, Tsedi x viewer

Role Reversal claimed, Jinana/Vida

Pet Play claimed, Jinana/Bastien

Bondage claimed, Tsedi x viewer

DAY 4: FULL!

Voyeurism claimed, Nadia/Jinana/Julian

Suspension claimed, Nadia/Jinana/Julian

Magic (Claimed, Heron/Ell)

Humiliation claimed, Nadia/Jinana/Julian

DAY 5: FULL!

Toys claimed, Portia + viewer

Praise Claimed, Vidasrian

Temperature Play claimed, Jinana/Turel

Furniture Claimed, Jinana/Julian

DAY 6: FULL!

Role Play (costumes) claimed, Vissacha

Overstimulation claimed, Jinanatello

Dirty Talk claimed, Jinanatello

Sensory Deprivation (Blindfold) Claimed, Miz/Valerius

DAY 7: FULL!

Shibari claimed by meeee if I can make it happen

Anonymous claimed, Julian

Body Worship claimed, Sachasrian

Marking also claimed by me, surprise

PART 3: Outfit Vibes

Pick one!

Classic Lingerie (bustiers, stockings, etc)

Soft Boudoir (camis, negligee, etc)

Leather n Lace

Fantasy (all kinds of impractical drapey stuff)

The Jewelry Is The Outfit (lotsa chains n jewelry, maybe pasties and a panty/stocking combo)

Masks Only - this is a Masquerade, after all!

PART 4: Level of Spicies

Choose how spicy you want this to be!

🌶: PG - probably just a sexy portrait, nothing you can’t post on tunglr

🌶🌶 : R - Visible neeps, suggestion of full frontal nudity but no fully-visible gens.

🌶🌶🌶 : NC-17 - Full frontal relaxed nudity, and/or obvious ‘activity’ is happening but only partly visible

🌶🌶🌶🌶 : XXX - explicit activity, everything is showing, go for broke

HAVE FUN!

[the-iron-orchid]

Time to sort my brain out again and ROLL SOME DICE~

Some I rolled on the original prompt set, some I rolled on The Smut Generator or The Kink Oracle for variety!

Basically, when I want to write some smut, I’ll just grab a prompt from this wonderful trove! Fortunately, I very frequently want to write some smut :D

Lazy + Adore (Jinana x Asra)

Tied to a chair + edging/overstim (Jinana x Julian)

Skinny-dipping + “Touch me” (Nadia x Jinana)

“are you gonna be good for me?” + Gender Play (Jinana x Asra, possibly a memory, definitely the first appearance of Asra’s Magically Changeable Junk)

SEX DICE REDUX: Handjob + Body Paint (Jinana x Turel)

SEX DICE PANDEMONIUM: “make them whimper” + “ “I want your fingers inside me.” (Jinana x Bastien) cuz I don’t think that dick gonna fit honey

“Make me forget” (Jinana x Asra x Julian)

SEX DICE PANDEMONIUM: THE REVENGE: Lap Sitting + “Oh fuck -” (Marcus Aquila x Julian) looks like it was A Thing lol

[the-iron-orchid]

Masterpost: Fics & Prompts

The Arcana Rewrite: Tides of Chaos

Unprompted Fic:

Intrusive Thoughts - Julian attempts to console Jinana when s/he suffers from grave doubts and fears about the nature of hir relationships and existence. (PG)

🍋🔞 More Than You Know - Further consolation, of the physical kind. (Jinana/Julian, 18+)

🍋🔞Smutty Prompts:

You’re beautiful when you’re flushed and wanting (Nadia/Julian, PG-13)

Would you let me take you here? (Jinana/Julian, 18+)

Did you touch yourself, thinking of me? (Jinana/Asra, 18+)

You can beg better than that (Jinana/Julian, 18+) [new version]

You can beg better than that (Jinana/Julian, 18+) [old version]

Make me (Jinana/Hjordis, PG-13)

Shame (Marcus Aquila/Julian, 18+)

Make Me Want You (Jinana/Julian, 18+)

Julian’s New Toy (Jinana/Julian, 18+)

How Much You Want It (Jinana/Julian, 18+)

Tickle Torture (Jinana/Julian, 18+)

Asra’s Fantasy (Asra solo, Jinana/Julian, 18+)

Look At Me (Nadia/Jinana, 18+)

Windows Wide Open (Jinana/Asra, 18+)

Without Words (Jinana/Turel, 18+)

Julian vs Julian (Shapeshifted Jinana/Julian, PG-13)

In The Dark (Jinana/Bastien, 18+)

The Garden Party (Jinana/Vida, 18+)

Mementoes (Jinana/Julian, 18+)

Right There (Julian/Jinana, 18+)

A Hard Ride (Jinana/Julian, 18+)

What They All Want (Jinana x Vida/Julian, 18+)

Touches: Hand Over Mouth (Jinana x Calum, 18+)

☁ Soft Prompts:

Touching: The Sound of Distant Thunder (Jinana/Turel)

Touching: Holding his chin up (Jinana/Julian)

Touching: Pinky Swear (Jinana/Heron)

Touching: Two Years Ago… (Heron/Jinana)

Touching: Falling asleep on the other’s shoulder (Julian/Jinana)

Guard: What Are Friends For? (Heron/Jinana)

Kiss: One Way to Find Out (Young Jinana/Heron)

A Convo (Young Jinana/Heron)

Cooking Together (Jinana/Julian)

Falling Asleep (Asra/Jinana)

Kissing: As Encouragement (Jinana/Julian)

Adjusting Clothing (Jinana/Julian) and Sharing Secrets (Jinana/Heron)

Adjusting Jewelry (Julian/Jinana)

Kissing: As An Apology (Jinana/Asra)

Cuddling in a Blanket Fort (Jinana/Turel)

Kissing: Do You Want This? (Jinana/Bastien)

Kissing: top of the head (Hjordis/Jinana)

Kissing: Interrupted (Nadia/Jinana)

Kissing: After taking refuge from rain (Jinana/Turel)

Kissing: Bumping into things on the way to the bedroom (Julian/Jinana)

Kissing: Butterfly Kisses (Julian/Jinana)

Kissing: Up the arm (Turel/Jinana)

Kissing: Tears from cheeks (Jinana/Franquelin)

Kissing: An Unexpected Kiss (Jinana/Alexander)

Touches: Leaning against their side (Jinana/Alexander)

The Language of Giving (Jinana/Alexander)

Touches: Feeling Their Temperature (Julian/Jinana) and Braiding Hair (Jinana/Heron)

Touches: Braiding The Other’s Hair (Jinana/Tsedi)

Touches: Hand-Holding (Julian/Jinana/Asra)

Kissing: Tears Away (Jinana/Ell’iandyr)

Domestic: A Cushioning Hand (Julian/Jinana)

💞 Fics By Others, Featuring Jinana:

🍋🔞 ‘Skinny Dip’ Prompt (Jinana/Donna) by @bottomvalerius

🍋🔞 ‘Worship’ Prompt (Jinana/Donna) by @bottomvalerius

🍋🔞 Nuestra Alcoba Azul (Jinana/Vida) by @apprenticevida

🍋🔞 ‘Let me hear you’ prompt (Jinana/Turel/Julian) by @luasworkshop