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[misc-obeyme]

I AM. UNWELL.

[lxdymaria]

˚✧ ELDEN RING ∞ ° ˎˊ˗  

[justhavinfunnn]

*Chanting* Drop the towel, drop the towel

[arbuzyansky]

[enden-k]

every day bbg

[blood-and-guts-and-spiderman]

Bro why do we not talk about this..

[devilevlls]

Please, lord. Just a drop of Solomon content…

Ask you wish, anon 😋

Magic tricks on the pool table ⋆.˚

Gender-Neutral MC༘ ⋆｡˚

📌 TW: Implied sexual acts, but not described. Make out sections.

In a magical dimly lighted room, MC and Solomon, both enthusiasts of the ancient art of sorcery, found themselves in a rare respite from their rigorous training. The air was thick with anticipation as they stood on opposite ends of the snooker table, each eyeing the other with a playful glint.

Solomon couldn't resist his mischievous streak, using his subtle magic to nudge the ball just slightly every time MC took a shot. Each time, the ball seemed to move just out of reach, forcing them to stretch and contort their body over the table in an effort to make the shot.

With a sly grin, Solomon watched as MC's frustration grew, their movements becoming more fluid and graceful with each attempt. But despite the challenge, there was a playful energy between them, a dance of wit and skill as they sparred across the green baize.

A frustrated sigh escaped MC's lips, but there was a hint of amusement in their eyes as they straightened up, shooting Solomon a knowing look.

As he moved around the table to take his shot, their paths intersected, and a spark of electricity seemed to crackle between them. Their bodies brushed against each other, sending a shiver down MC's spine.

With a sly grin, the old sorcerer leaned in close, their breath mingling in the stale air of the room. He was smirking, he knew it was affecting them. But the game called them back to reality, and with a gentle nudge, MC pushed Solomon away, giggling as they break the subtle charming spell that had momentarily ensnared them. He lined up, but missed. It looked on purpose tho. MC scoffs and with a deft stroke, they lined up their shot, sinking the black ball with ease. As the final ball vanished into the pocket, they shot a glance at Solomon, a playful glimmer dancing in their eyes. Even though the game had ended, a potent tension lingered between them, thick as fog, weaving a spell of its own. "Nice move, defying my skill like that," Solomon remarked, a smirk tugging at his lips.

"Easy for you to say, you barely even noticed, you were concentrated elsewhere" they chuckle, setting aside their pool cue with a grin.

"Well, I had distractions," Solomon countered, his gaze wandering appreciatively over MC's form.

"Don't try to charm your way out of this, Solomon," MC teased, trailing a hand along his shoulder. "I know your tricks."

"You shouldn't worry about what I've done, focus on what I'm about to do to you right here on this table." Solomon suggested with a wicked grin, his hands sliding possessively over MC's hips.

Without hesitation, Solomon pressed MC against the table, their bodies flush against each other. His hands roamed eagerly, guiding them to sit atop the smooth surface. With a sharp breath, he captured their lower lip between his teeth, his hips moving in a tantalizing rhythm, creating a lewd friction between their bodies that made both pant against each other's lips.

With a snap of his fingers, soft jazz filled the room, masking their growing moans. The night was young, and there was much yet to explore between them.

Masterlist

[caemidraws]

Session notes

[hiidenneiti]

Not even those at the highest level of the state were keen on the idea, as indicated by a letter written on 9 October 1694 by the Princess Palatine, Louis XIV's sister-in-law, to her godmother. Describing a court visit to Fontainebleau, where her house was not equipped with a latrine, she crudely wrote of being upset 'at going and shitting outside, which annoys me because I enjoy shitting in comfort and I cannot shit in comfort if my arse is not resting on something. Item, everyone can see us shitting; women, men, girls, boys, abbots, and Swiss visitors pass by.'

Robert Muchembled: Smells. A Cultural History of Odours in Early Modern Times. 2017. Käännös Susan Pickford. Polity, 2020.

[itsnotmika]

everyone say “thank you chapter 27 of the dream thieves”

[teddybeartoji]

i call toji a cunt by accident and then i have to escape the Man by running around the apartment bc he will. make me say it again to his face...

[saunteredserpent]

oh yeah btw we watched the first couple of episodes of Marvel's What If last night and i uh.

Peggy Carter... with beefy arms and muscle overall... i. hhh. she now lives in my head rent free

[justhavinfunnn]

He can't keep getting away with this

[insomniphic]

PLEASE PLEASE PLESSE PLEASE HEAR ME OUT— NARRY WOULD MAKE A GREAT FATHER PLEAEE BE LISTEN TO ME

[lillyorlyracat]

Dawg my bf got me into 3Below and... by god... so many men...

[miserablegrip]

Guide will light your way🌅