#great opportunity to sleep tho

[sleep-nurse]

Best time to nap in class is when they just read a book

[dragons-and-yellow-roses]

Guess who might have 🎶whooping cough🎶

[superduperkas]

Arcane is a masterclass in body language and how to properly use it in storytelling to get your message to your audience without thunking them over the head/spoon feeding it them.

Caitlyn's relationship to Vi vs her relationship to others is a great example.

Caitlyn is almost always trying to create less distance between Vi and her or "fill the gap" between them:

Cait steps over the red line in Stillwater to show Vi the evidence

After Vi ditches Cait in the brothel to jump Sevika, Cait seeks her out and saves her from Sevika

When she gives Vi the medicine for stab wound, they're breathing each other's air

She reaches across the space between them on her bed to caress Vi's face

She chases after Vi following the Council meeting not going their way

Fairly certain, she was going to go look for Vi after her shower if Jinx hadn't kidnapped her

She seeks out Vi after her dad, more or less, says he doesn't want Vi in their house. Not to kick her out but to find some comfort in being close to her (i think this is why she pushed so hard for her to be an enforcer, to keep her close)

Cait also does a fair share of looking at Vi's lips, slightly leaning in, and second guessing herself all within a span of a blink

Vi asks Cait not to change (she already has), so she closes the gap between them, and they share their first kiss as a form of reassurance

She takes down Vi mongoose style and again starts closing the gap between them by betraying Ambessa and helping Vander

Cait slightly/momentarily leans towards Vi's lips when she's pulling the bag over her head

Vi spits in her face and wipes it TOWARDS HER MOUTH and not away

After Jayce shoots Viktor and Ambessa attacks, Caitlyn has ample opportunity to go after Jinx, but she focuses on Vi and covering her back until she gets sliced across the abdomen and then she runs to her to help her to her feet

Now let's look at how Caitlyn creates gaps and space with Maddie even tho they're sleeping together:

Beginning of episode 4, while they're sitting in bed, Maddie tries to close the gap and create some intimacy. Caitlyn, in turn, leans away from her, creating space between them

Maddie is also the one trying to initiate/create emotional intimacy, and Caitlyn swerves her each time

Maddie kisses/nuzzles Caitlyn's neck, and in response, Caitlyn has the quickest expression of "eugh" before fixing her face and moving away from Maddie

Instead of leaning into the intimacy Maddie is trying to give her, Caitlyn gets up to work on something and says she'll come to bed soon

Caitlyn lets Ambessa dismiss Maddie from the room after (more than likely) overhearing the discussion about restarting the council (I really think if this were Vi, Caitlyn would've pulled rank and told her to stay)

Maddie is also very absent from the rest of s2p2, and given how we've seen Caitlyn actively seek out Vi in her absence, she honestly doesn't seem to care where Maddie is or how she's doing

And none of this is explicitly told to the audience thru dialog. All thru body language. And i just think that's really neat

[pueckersgirl]

WHEN YOU KNOW, YOU KNOW — Paige Bueckers x Teammate! reader

summary — Paige finally realizing that she fell for her best friend after the win against usc :)

warnings — none, super cute

note — first post, so scared.. literally just thought of this out of nowhereee, send requests tho!!

wc — 1.9k

It’s your senior year at Uconn, your last season and opportunity to win the natty you’ve been chasing since you were a freshman. You’d worked so hard all throughout the season, determined to make it to the NCAA Championship finals.

After the season you’d had so far, things were looking great for the team. Your team worked amazingly together, on and off the court. Especially you and Paige, an unstoppable duo, which was a title you embraced.

It was the Elite Eight, a game that would decide if you made it to the Final Four or not. The game was against USC, a team just as good as your own.

They put up quite the fight, wanting the win just as bad as you. It was a close game, but with only three seconds on the clock and being up by seven, you knew you’d won.

You can hardly hear the buzzer that announces the end of the game, your teammates and Uconn fans already screaming.

You’re not even thinking when your feet automatically carry you towards Paige, throwing yourself into a hug. She’s screaming too, wrapping her arms around you while jumping excitedly.

You’d wanted this so bad, but if there was one person who wanted it more than you, it was her.

Paige has had it rough throughout her years at Uconn. She missed a good bit of her sophomore season after fracturing her tibia, and then missed all over her junior season due to tearing her ACL.

Her ACL recovery journey was not easy, you witnessed it firsthand. It took longer than the usual recovery did, but she never gave up. And this season, she jumped right back in, like she was never injured to begin with.

She was so strong, one of the millions of things you admire about her. In fact, you might have a tiny crush on the girl, who happened to be your best friend.

A tiny crush that she was completely oblivious to.

It wasn’t that you purposefully tried to show it, but you weren’t exactly discreet. The whole team had found out about it, constantly teasing you to no end. Whether it was the way you’d stare at her when she wasn’t paying attention, or the blush that would coat your cheeks when she hugged you an extra long second.

It was obvious to everyone but her. So obvious that fans had noticed and started shipping you with her. You would never tell a soul, but sometimes you’d watch ship edits, cheesing at the clips.

The edits made it look like she almost liked you back. Almost.

Others would agree that she was just as equally infatuated with you, but you couldn’t see that. Neither could Paige honestly.

She’d never taken the time to think about your friendship and how it was basically equivalent to a relationship. No, you guys were never intimate sexually but you were in almost every other way. Hell, you’d been sleeping in each other’s bed for the past six months (something Nika thought was so weird.)

Still, no lines were ever crossed the way you’d honestly hoped. So, you tiptoed on the line between but never said anything as long as she didn’t.

You realize how long you’ve been holding her, growing warm in the face when Ice sends you a look. You pull away, moving to hug the rest of your teammates and join in on the celebration dance Kk started.

You all line up to give your ‘good games’ and pats on the back to USC before returning back to the court. You watch as Paige excitedly jumps, pushing Geno around and can’t help the smile that automatically makes its way on your face.

Some interviewers pull a few players aside, Paige included, leaving you to comfort a crying Nika.

For the sake of pictures, team management passes out your shoot-around shirts to put back on along with a matching cap. You all mingle around the court, waiting for the trophy to be brought out.

To add on to the celebration, confetti was set off, which you immediately start scooping off the floor to throw at Geno.

While Paige is still getting interviewed, she spots you and Geno, smiling at your antics. She doesn’t even realize the trance she’s in until she realized she had missed the question the interviewer asked, who was looking at her with an almost knowing smile.

Paige felt like she was looking at you in a whole new light. The gravitational pull she felt towards you, the need to be close to you. She never realized how much she thought about you, or how you were the first person she looked for in a crowded room. Only now does she realize.

“Uh, what’d you say? My bad, I zoned out,” she apologizes, shaking her head and looking back to the interviewer.

The interviewer repeats her question, watching as her gaze flickers back and forth between her and you. This time though, Paige manages to answer the question before saying her thanks and returning to join the team’s celebration.

Once the trophy is brought out, the team huddles up to take pictures with it.

You sit front and center in the middle, beaming at the camera with the trophy between you and Aaliyah. Nika, who was on the other side of you, moves to make an open space for Paige, who would complain if she wasn’t beside you. To show her appreciation, she gives Nika a side hug, mumbling a small thanks in her ear.

Paige instinctively wraps an arm around your shoulders, causing you to look at her and smile brighter.

Photographer’s stand in front of you, taking photo after photo. You look to the camera, feeling happier than you’d ever been.

Paige looks at the camera, for the most part, at least. Her eyes flicker to you again a few times, but she does her best to be professional.

After the team photos, photographers pull aside individual players for more photos. While you wait your turn, you stand around talking with Azzi and Caroline.

Paige returns from her individual photos, coming up behind you and grabbing your arm. She pulls you towards her, stealing you away from the current conversation you were in.

“Hi?” You say, but it comes out sounding like more of a question. Despite your confusion, you still smile up at her in a way that has her heart racing.

“You got somethin,” she mutters, reaching a hand up to your head. She carefully removes your cap, pulling at a piece of confetti tangled in your hair. “There.”

She holds up the piece of confetti to you, laughing softly. Before you can put your hat on properly, she flips it backwards and places it on your head, laughing even more.

“Paige, c’mon,” you groan, smacking her shoulder playfully. “Put it back!”

“But you look cute,” she protests, still laughing at you. “Okay, fine. Hold on real quick,” she says, pulling out her phone to, what you assumed, post on some social media platform and embarrass you.

“When did you even grab your phone?” You question her, because when did she find the time to retrieve it? She shrugs, smiling mischievously and continuing to unlock her phone.

It didn’t matter that there were plenty of photographers all around, along with cameras recording the interaction. She wanted the picture to herself.

You stare at the camera with an attempt at a blank expression, but with Paige staring at you the way she was, like she was completely and entirely in love with you? You couldn’t help cracking a small smile.

She looks at the picture for a moment, still smiling, which was causing her cheeks to hurt, before tucking her phone in the pocket of her shorts.

You continue to glare at her, waiting for her to fix your hat. She sighs, rolling her eyes before taking the hat off your head again.

This time, she flattens any stray hairs sticking out, wiping at one on your forehead. She places the hat back on your head the way it was originally, patting your cheek teasingly.

“All better, yeah?” She smirks, her gaze shifting down to your lips before back up to your eyes.

You quirk a brow at her, noticing her wandering eyes, telling her without words that you caught her. She doesn’t say anything either, raising her brows in amusement, putting her hands up in fake defense.

Before you can say anything back, you’re being called for your individual photos.

“Be back,” you turn to her, sending a sarcastic smile before turning on your feet. You don’t look back, trying to save yourself from adding to the heat on your face, but you feel her eyes on you.

“The editors are gonna have a field day with this,” Paige turns at the sound of Kk’s voice, rolling her eyes and pushing her away.

“You’re dumb,” she shakes her head, trying to play it all off. The blush on her cheeks said otherwise though.

“What? I’m keepin it real, you got caught lackin!” Kk snickers to herself, stopping when Paige sends her a ‘shut the fuck up’ look.

Finally, after all the photos, the team heads into the locker room. You were obviously tired from the game, but could still feel the adrenaline pumping from the win.

You’re packing up your bag, throwing a hoodie on over your jersey and slipping on your Uggs. The team slowly files out, leaving just you, waiting on Paige.

She decided to shower in the locker room bathroom, which you now realized you should’ve forced her to wait until you were home. You know how long it takes her to shower, yet you still agreed.

“You ready to go?” Paige emerges from the bathroom at least half an hour later. She’s dressed in a hoodie and sweats, drying her hair with a towel.

“Finally,” you sigh, standing from the bench you were sitting on with a stretch. Normally, Paige would have a snarky response, but one never comes. You look at her, confused when she sends a half-assed (and forced) smile. “Something wrong?”

“Listen, I was wondering if we could talk?” She speaks up, sitting down on the bench. You don’t hesitate to sit beside her, reaching for her hand.

“Of course,” you say reassuringly, despite the anxiety spreading throughout you. When she doesn’t say anything after a moment, you turn to her again. “Did I do something?”

“No, I just.. I realized something today and I need to tell you,” she rambles, pausing to lick her lips and finally meet your eye. “I think.. I think I’m in love with you. Not in a friend way, like-“

You don’t let her finish her sentence, using your free hand to grab her jaw and kiss her. She doesn’t kiss back immediately, caught off guard by the sudden action. But when she does realize what’s happening, she’s quick to pull you closer to her.

You kiss her until you’re out of breath, pulling back and panting like you just ran a mile. You’re not sure what to do now, looking up at her sheepishly.

“Don’t get shy on me now,” she breaks a smile, breathless herself.

“Shut up,” you shake your head, feeling the heat creeping up your neck.

“So does this mean..” Paige trails off, suddenly lacking her confidence to finish the sentence. She would hate for all that to have happened just to get rejected.

“Yeah,” you nod your head, standing up from the bench. You hold your hand out for her to take, which she immediately does. “Can we go now?”

“Let’s go home,” she breathes out, slinging her duffel bag over her shoulder.

Just before you leave the locker room, she stops, grabbing your jaw to kiss you a second time.

“What’s that for?” You smile at her, tilting your head curiously.

“Just cause I can do that now,” she shrugs her shoulders, smiling proudly and wrapping an arm around your shoulders.

[nanivinsmoke]

Hello nani!! I just wanted to say I just read your all of me logan x reader and I love it! Was wondering If you could do logan x reader smut with the song ride by somo (been having it in my head for a while) but if you can't that's fine keep up the awesome work love!!

Ride .

✩ logan ‘wolverine’ howlett x mutant!femreader

♪my body on your body baby, stickin like some glue…♪

✩ you usually don’t sleep with your coworkers, but during this mission….the tension between you two becomes unbearable.

✩ tags: nasty, slutty sex, sex in a car, riding, oral sex, creampie, rough fucking, everything is slutty when it comes to him, jealous logan, you are a teacher at the Xavier school for the gifted, added some plot too, you can control any form of matter, liquid is your fave tho…

✩ note: hello! thanks for the req, anon this song choice 🙂‍↕️ I’ve got freaky followers! also had xmen/x2 wolverine in mind. song at the bottom of the page!

Charles left you in charge for today, something he does once every two months with his head teachers. He did it so you guys could gain experience and know how to take charge if something ever happened to him. It happens more frequently than you’d think.

Before you, it was Storm and she did an amazing job. Everyone loved her as the school’s professor, there were less accidents within the school and more mutants had come too. Unlike Scott, who was more brutal with his approach, leading to some students leaving the academy. Charles was upset and even though he didn’t show it, everyone knew it.

However, unlike those two, Logan was a little more reckless with his approach. There’s was fight breaking out almost everyday, but those same fights were mended that same day they happened. Plus, tons of students joined just because they heard THE Wolverine was there. He might’ve been a dick most of the time, however he had a heart.

And that’s why you decided to partner up with him for today’s mission. Well, that was partially true. In all honesty you had the biggest crush on him and you wanted to get the opportunity to be with him all day. Hoping to get the chance to jump his bones.

You entered the conference room with a smile, your chunky, patent leather boots echoing against the wooden floors; turning your coworkers attention over to you. Your hair flowed beautifully as you made your way in front of the round tables cleaning your throat while looking at their faces—your eyes lingering on Logan’s a little bit longer, before you spoke.

“Charles left me in charge for this month. For my very first day, i expect great results! In order for great results to happen, we have to put in the effort. I compared the results from the last couple of months. Logan and Storm, the two of you were outstanding. Quantity of students and Quality of missions were in our high range, however with you Scott……we were very low.” You turned your attention over to him, watching his body tense up and earning a chuckle from Logan.

You cleared your throat before continuing, “This isn’t to bash anyone, but to help us grow as a school and as teacher’s. These mutants come from all over to us because we understand them. They want to be comfortable and not reminded of their past lives. So, in order for this all to happen, im giving you all new partners.” There was some whispers as they turned to look at their current partners.

“Storm and Jean, you two are together. Hank and Nightcrawler, Scott and Colossus. Logan?” He pulled out his cigar and connect his eyes with yours.

“You’re with me.”

The two of you walked side to side as you approached the school’s parking lot passing the variety of cars, on the way to your own. “So, what’s this mission about?” He spoke from behind you, his eyes following your hips as you walked, trailing down to your ass and how heavy it looked in those black leather jean’s you were wearing.

“We’re looking for a mutant named Cupid and no he’s not the blonde bitch from Olympus.” You cursed, earning a chuckle from Logan.

Finally reaching your car, Logan was amazed at your taste. Your car was a matte black dodge charger, with lightly tinted windows and matching leather seats. He hopped in the passenger seat while you occupied the driver’s. “Tell me more about this love bastard,” now you were the one to chuckle. God was he hot.

“Cupid’s been causing a lot of issues in city, he currently resides in a small town and the mayor has asked for our help. His powers are based on two emotes everyone has. Love and Hate. He can control a person based on those emotions.” You pulled out of the lot, driving to your mission’s destination.

“Now, we can either do this Charle’s way or my way.” He turned to you, with an eyebrow raise, puffing on his cigar.

“And what way is that?”

“You’ll have to wait and see, baby~”

The car ride was quiet, besides your radio playing and the sound of his breathing while puffed on his cigar. However, Logan took glances at you from here and there. Watching how your eyes would gleam as the sun hit it, how you would bob head to the songs you liked, and those lips….god your lips looked heavenly. He could stare at those all day, wishing he could kiss them forever.

“Logan?” You called out and he snapped out of his days, looking around before looking back at you. “You okay? We’re here.” You raised an eyebrow and he nodded, the two of you stepping out of the car and approaching the apple green house.

You lead the way, while Logan watched your back. Those hazel eyes stuck on your derrière. “I don’t know exactly how he uses his powers, so just be on your game, Lo.” You turned your head slightly, giving him a small smile before turning around to knock on the white door. A few seconds after, a male appeared wearing a ruby red robe and blue boxer’s, pinching his nose as he sniffed.

You turned to look at your partner before back at the mutant. “Are you, Ezekiel?” You asked, a smile on your face while Logan wore his usual resting face. “Depends, are you the cops?” He asked, eyes falling from yours and onto Logan’s before going back to yours. You shook your head and smiled once more.

“Do you mind if we come in? We aren’t going to hurt you, we just wanna talk.” He said nothing, studying both of your faces before turning away; letting you both in. You followed after him, looking around his house—trying to understand him before speaking with him. Logan watched as the kid plopped on his messy couch, pulling out a small trinket and sniffing the contents. He let out an exasperated sigh and locked eyes with Logan.

“Want some?”

“I’m good, bub.” You finally joined them and sat down in the small chair across from him, Logan opting to stand besid you—cigar in the corner of his mouth.

“We’re from the Charles Xavier school for the gifted mutants. We heard about the little trouble you’ve been causing here.” He looked at you and relaxed on the couch, smirking.

“Trouble? I just help those that needed it, isn’t that what you do? I heard about this school….this Xavier guy seems like a quack. Not interested, but if you lose the top, I might be convinced.” You could sense Logan’s mood change and you held your hand out, letting him know that you had this. Guess it’s time to do it your way. Sorry Professor.

You slowly undid the buttons that held your black button up together, freeing some of your cleavage, making both Logan and Ezekiel look at you. You stared at him, smirk etching onto your face while you used your powers on the cocky mutant. He started to choke and gasp for air, causing Logan to look at him and then at you.

“Listen, do you want to die? These people are going to get fed up with you quite soon and when they do, they won’t stop until they hunt you down and have your dumb blonde head on a stick. But why wait for that when I can do it myself?” Your tone was cold and your eyes had darkened, scaring the mutant. His pale face was turning a shade of pink and Logan was getting worried.

“Princess….” He started off, but you held your hand out again. “What do ya say? Want me to kill you? Or will you let us help you and keep you safe?” You released the pressure on his throat, letting Ezekiel catch his breath. He nodded and let out a breathless okay, and you smiled; quickly buttoning your top back up before standing on your two feet.

“Good, see you at the school. Logan, give him the card.” You said leaving the two men in the house. Logan dropped the card onto the dark oak coffee table, before looking at the mutant.

“Dude, she’s crazy!”

“Tell me bout’ it,” He muttered on his way out.

You sat in the passenger seat while Logan drove, looking out the window, in complete silence. There was some obvious tension there and you were trying your best to find out why.

“Logan? Is there something wrong?” You turned and looked at him, eyes dancing across his face. He was silent and then he looked at you, his mouth painted with a scowl.

“Yeah there is.”

“What is it?” He said nothing and you continued to look at him, before he pulled the car over on the side of the road, putting it in park and turning it off—unbuckling his seat belt along with yours.

“Think that was okay? What you pulled back there? Showing him what’s mine?” Your eyes widened and you could feel a throbbing sensation below, you crossed your legs in your seat and kept your face unreadable. Seeing you show off your breasts to the mutant had Logan seething, those were for his eyes only. You were his.

“Did Cupid use his powers on you? You okay.—“ He cut you off and pulled you by your hair, forcing your face towards his and pressing his lips onto yours—which you happily accepted. His lips were so intoxicating and you couldn’t—didn’t want to pull yourself from them. Finally getting what you wanted and when he pulled away, spit trail following, you whimpered; eyes plagued with arousal.

“Logan…” you whispered and he chuckled. “I know princess, I can smell how much you want it.” He patted his lap and you practically hopped out of your seat and into his lap, reconnecting your lips while grinding against his bulge that pressed into your middle.

Both of your hands roamed each other’s bodies, kissing and licking on each other’s sensitive spots, the car steaming up from your actions. Soon, you couldn’t bear the teasing anymore and you slowly pulled your clothes off; your top along with your bra being flung into the passenger seat—while you continued to occupy his lap.

His large hands cupping your breasts, earning a soft moan from you, before he replaced his hands with his mouth; his warm tongue glued onto your sensitive nipples. You couldn’t help your moans, hands tugging on his hair, lower half grinding on his clothed cock.

“Please Lo….neeed you to fuck me,~” You begged, moaning when he put your nipple in between his teeth, teasing it lightly.

“Gotta taste you first. Get that pretty ass in the back, princess.” You happily hopped in your car’s back seat, tugging your jeans off your thighs while he climbed in the back right behind you, pulling the jeans completely off of you—putt them with the rest of your clothes.

He eyed your half naked body, licking his lips while he trailed down from your face to the wet spot that appeared on your dark grey panties. “So wet for me. Never give this pussy up, okay?” He spanked your clothed cunt, making you yelp out and nodded your head; bottom lip between your teeth—watching his every move.

He pulled off his leather jacket, and unbuttoned his pants, pulling them down to his ankles; his muscles practically ripping through his beater. Both set of lips flushed with wetness, ready for what’s to come next and when he connected his mouth with your sopping wet cunt after tearing those panties off ya—your eyes immediately rolled back into your head.

Logan’s own eyes closing after tasting you, savoring how sweet you tasted. He had been thinking about this ever since he met you. He had fantasized about you every night, dreaming about you cumming all over his face. And now here he was, fulfilling his wish.

His tongue lapped up your juices like he was a dog drinking from his bowl, sucking on your throbbing clit; making you let out a series of moans—hands connecting with his hair again. “F-f-fuck….feels soo good, Lo’.” He hummed in response, lips still attached to your cunt while he added two fingers into the mix, pumping in and out of your wetness.

You were a babbling mess, moving your hips up and down; almsot riding his face—orgasm seconds away and you desperately needed to let go. “Gonna cum for me princess? Go ahead, cum all over my face. I need to taste how gushy this cunt can be.”

He was so nasty with his words, you couldn’t help but to let go; cumming all over his face and creaming on his fingers. Logan didn’t stop lapping up your juices or fucking your with his fingers, he kept going—wanting to drain all of you, until you had to beg him to stop. You pulled him up by his hair and smashed your plump lips on his, tasting yourself—moaning while he palmed your still throbbing cunt.

You pulled away and pulled his boxers down by the hem, freeing his cock; his eyes glued to yours as you immediately went to rubbing on his head. His translucent slick melting into your hands while you rubbed and jerked his mushroom tip. You watched his face contort with pleasure, his hips slowly pumping up into your fist.

“Stop teasing me, princess.” He let out a small whimper and you felt a heartbeat shoot through your core after hearing it. Logan watched as you spread your legs across his lap, squatting and angling his dick at your entrance—lowering yourself down and hissing from how he stretched you out. He was so big, pushing your walls past its normal limit. It had been a while, but none of them had ever reached his size.

“So big…” his hand fell on your hip, fingers grasping onto your ass, holding you when you finally lowered down onto him all the way.

“I know baby, but you can take it.” He slapped your ass making a slutty mewl leave your lips. You stayed like that for a moment, cunt clenching and unclenching around him before you started to bounce on him. You gasped as his tip practically kissed your cervix, his dick so deep inside of you.

But, as you continued to move, that threshold of pain vanished and was replaced with pleasure. You happily bounced on his dick, skin clapping with each move you made; his lips ghosting yours as your face was mere inches apart.

“Just like that, princess….shit,” You were so fucking tight and wet, cunt so slippery, creating a sheen of wetness on his cock. The mutant never had anything like this and he wasn’t going to give it up to anybody.

“Showing off those pretty titties to other men? Fuck, i could kill him. Want me to do that?” He grunted, pushing your hips down, making you take him even deeper. You shook your head and gripped onto his muscular shoulders, keeping steady as you bounced.

“N-no…I'm sorry, daddy! Fuck—you’re reaching so deep, Logan!” You were clinging to him so tightly, the man was losing it. He pushed you all the way down, big rough hands gripped your waist, while his tip was pressed right in your cervix—before he scooted halfway off the car seat and pushing your torso closer to his, proceeding to drill your cunt sloppy.

The loud squelching noise combined with your sweet noises was enough fuel for the wild mutant. Your ass jiggling with each movement, rocking the car as you bounced. You were close, so close now and he felt it. Felt how your walls were spasming around his girth and how louder your moans got when he hit that spot over and over. And he was right behind you too.

“Let it go, princess. Cum for daddy~” His voice was deep and sensual, adding to the intense pleasure you were receiving—making it easier for you to cum. You were seeing white as you came; nails digging into his shoulder blades while gushing all over his cock.

And as he continued to split your cunt in half, his own release came down hard and he was pumping milky white ropes inside of you. He growled in your ear, sending shivers down your back and straight to your cunt—earning a stream of clear arousal from it, drenching his cock and the seat beneath him. You had never squirted before and with Logan being the first, had you deeper in love than you were ever before. You were his for the taking.

After cleaning you up and helping you get dressed, Logan left you in the backseat of your car before starting the car up and continuing with the drive to the mansion. He kept his eyes on you in the rear view mirror, watching you as you slept; a smile etched on his face before he placed a cigar into his mouth.

He was in love and he was never going to lose you. You were his best rider after all.

[twistedlovelines]

(Waddles in here at 4am like the insomniac I am)

Forgot to mention last ask— I got fired since you were last 'really active', lol.

As a vers switch, I tend bounce between sub & dom thoughts (and lean towards Yuu's circumstances). However, consider the following: being a sugar baby for some of the boys (given that Yuu is broke & most would have more money than them)... only for them to realize that sometimes, the companionship you provide can come in different forms. When y'all started talking about it, you agreed that he would take the lead more. However, after a particularly stressful period of time, you offer em comfort in the form of taking control & getting em fucked out of their minds.

Need to see their eyes rolling back, cheeks damp with tears, drooling as they're unintelligibly mumbling about how "they can't take anymore" even tho he's cum so much already— oh, you're shooting blanks at this point? I guess we can take a break. You did so good, sweetheart.

—🐈‍⬛

!! i hope you're doing ok babe :(( hopefully u can rest in the meantime, but ik the job markets Rough rn

wc: 850-ish

tags: (gn! reader, nsfw, mdni, overstimulation, sub! Azul, “baby” used for Azul)

yessss i can see this happening with azul in particular!!! after all, he has his needs but. not really the desire nor time to start up a proper relationship. besides, how could he resist such a tempting opportunity sitting in front of him? the ramshackle prefect, with little to nothing to their name but that broken down dorm, their cat, and the clothes on their back...of course he wants to help you! he's a businessman through and through, and letting such a precious opportunity go would be a waste.

he's seen the way you look at him, the flicker of desire in your gaze as your eyes skirt over his figure. assessing him.

he asks you to give him hand jobs first. nothing fancy- just a way for him to get work done faster when he's holed up in his office late at night. its nice, he thinks, when you neatly clean yourself up before leaving without him even needing to say a word.

its different, tonight.

He's been in his office more than his bedroom as of late, despite his dedication to sleeping properly (business cannot prosper on a weary mind, after all). Yet a recent lack of revenue (due to the nature of the first years being less competent than last years') has forced him to manage the fallout himself.

It's unbecoming of him. His blazer has been haphazardly thrown over a guest chair, and his hair's gone askew, his hands having run through them in an attempt to self-soothe.

Still, Azul's never been great at soothing himself.

It's Jade who calls you. Politely asks you to attend to Azul since he seems to be too busy to call you himself. Says a break might do him some good- something to get things off his mind.

You agree easily once he mentions giving you a bonus on top of what Azul usually pays you: a favor.

It's suspicious, but you take it anyways. Favors from Jade of all people are rare, and what he's asking for isn't exactly demanding. Azul's not exactly difficult to please.

Not when it comes to your touch.

You slip in easily enough, the spare key Azul had given you coming in handy. He doesn't seem to notice your presence at first, mumbling something along the lines of putting any papers in the guest chair. With a fond sigh, you make your way to drape yourself over the back of his chair. 

"Aw, have you been working too much? Poor thing," you coo. 

He jolts up in surprise, face snapping to yours as his eyes widen. His hair, having fallen from his signature appearance, moves easily as you brush it aside to place a kiss on his forehead. Azul melts under the soft touch, but freezes a second later.

“Did Jade call you?”

“Maybe.” 

Without skipping a beat, you move to settle in his lap, running your hands down his arms to settle them around your waist. 

“Still, it’s been a while since you’ve called me. I’ve missed you, you know,” you purr, loosening his tie. 

“I’ve been- ah- busy,” he retorts breathily. The pressure of your lower half gently grinding against his own is delicious, but with how busy he’s been, he’s far more sensitive than usual.

“Since when are you not?” 

He feels your mouth smile against his throat as you pepper love bites along the pale skin. The heat of your skin is delightful under his fingers, and he moves them under your shirt to skim along the curve of your spine.

A soft moan escapes him as you roll your hips against his with a particular force, blunt nails digging into the fat of your hips instinctively. 

“Already close, Azul?” You tease, nipping the lobe of his ear.

This is your favorite part of having sex with Azul, you think.

He huffs, turning his head to the side. A pretty blush has bloomed across his cheeks, the color complimenting his silvery lashes. His bottom lip is swollen from his efforts to stifle his moans- despite his office being thoroughly soundproof. You cup his cheek with affection and sigh as he nuzzles into your palm, seeking comfort on the edge of his release. 

“That’s alright baby, you can cum.”

A peek of tongue flashes out of his mouth at your words, and desire curls hot in your gut as you watch him lick at your palm in an attempt at self-soothing, hips rutting unsteadily against yours. 

You let him continue like that for a moment before withdrawing your hand and kissing him properly, shushing his whines. 

"Oh? Still have some tension in you, Azul? Maybe cumming a few more times will help with that.” He shivers at your words, baring his neck to you as you lave your tongue over a hickey you had left on his neck. Only an incoherent mumble makes it through his lips, but its damning all the same.

“Good.”

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reblogs and comments are appreciated <3

[visenyaism]

hello if we’re talking about great bastard ocs… may i introduce aegwald and laerra pyke, the codd bastard twins. their mom was like a cool pirate lady kind of like bellegere otherys i guess except she was a codd so she also sucked on some level. aeg4 liked his women a little wild. anyway everyone THINKS the twins are sleeping together bc they’re half targ and half codd but that is false they actually lowkey hate each other. laerra IS trying to bag bittersteel but he’s too psychosexually obsessed w bloodraven and daemy b to notice. she’s an equal opportunity bisexual tho like if shiera called she /would/ answer. however shiera doesnt care abt beating the blackfyres enough to hit up a codd. both twins captain longships - balerion and vhagar respectively - and they lowkey turn ironman’s bay into an iron islands civil war during the rebellion bc laerra keeps raiding blackwood lands & lannisport and aegwald keeps trying to stop her. they end up killing each other in a dramatic duel on a burning longship and once they’re dead everyone is like. damn. good riddance.

Okay first of all Aegwald as a name is so peak as is Laerra. Is she named after Aeg4on’s mom. Insane. Second of all I love the dueling longships named after dragons that they get into a second weirder sea dance of the dragons on that’s so awesome. Life is so hard when you are a Codd and all men despise you…

[7ndipity]

Holidays With Yoongi Headcanons

Yoongi x Reader

Summary: What spending the Christmas season with Yoongi would be like.

Warnings: swearing, not proofread

A/N: Thanks to the lovely anon who requested this!

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Holidays with Yoongi would be soo cozy, I feel like he would lowkey go all out to embrace the season and try to share as many experiences with you as possible, even a few of the more cliche tropes and traditions.

If you live somewhere with snow, I think he’d want to do the whole “walk in the first snow of the season for good luck”, partly because it’s romantic, and partly bc it’s a great excuse for cuddles to warm each other up afterwards.

Picking out a tree together tho is a surprisingly serious mission for him. He’s checking the height, the fullness from each side, shaking the limbs to see how many needles fall, etc.

“Doesn’t it look a little lopsided tho?” “Who cares, I can’t feel my toes, Min!”

(This would only happen for your first year together tho, unless you’re really set on ‘real’ trees. The next year he’d decide it would be better/easier to just invest in a pre-lit, artificial tree)

Decorating together would be so fun tho, especially if you have some older ornaments from over the years or from your family, so you can share stories about holidays from when you were younger.

“Raccoons with soup-can phones? How is that Christmas-y?” “Idk, but they were one of my dad’s favorites!”

I don’t know that he would necessarily wear matching sweaters or anything like that, unless you bring it up first(and then he’d end up kinda loving it, but won’t admit it), but I think he’d get a little soft about having something like stockings or mugs with your names on them.

Catching him under the mistletoe every single chance you get, because you’ll be damned if you pass up any opportunity to kiss him, and turning him into a blushy mess is way too much fun!

Man would be lowkey stressed about what kind of gift to get you, even tho you’d probably be happy with a pack of gum if it came from him. He worries about being too basic or cliche with something like jewelry(even tho he already bought you smth months ago and has been trying to figure out to give it to you)

He would likely get something that seems super random to anyone else, but has some sort of meaning for the two of you, like a pair of sneakers and some waterproofing spray, cause you spilled coffee on your shoes on your first date, or dvds of all your favorite movies from when you were a kid.

Taglist: @sopebubbles-replies @btsw1fe @this-must-be-my-tardis @whitefoxgirl @bethanysnow @coffeedepressionsoup @main-bangtansmauyeondan @feminympho @captainorangegoose @k4ngelz

Christmas mornings would be the softest tho, both of you still sleepy and not wanting to leave the bed, snuggled down in the blankets, and him just sitting a little velvet box on your lap that has a special necklace(or maybe a ring) inside.

Almost falling asleep together before midnight on new years. I imagine him waking up with like two minutes to spare, and going to wake you quickly until he sees the way you’re sleeping on his shoulder/chest and just melting and realizing how happy/content he is. He ends up waking you gently and gives you the softest, sleepy kiss. “Happy new year, Babe.”

[the--firevenus]

The missed opportunity of this fandom to not make an au of baby Terry being Bruce child and last of the Batfam addition

HEAR ME OUT. I KNOW THIS IS VERY FANON AND OOC... BUT CONSIDER THIS. IT'S FUNNY. AND FUN.

In the au Terry exist via clone made by Cadmus or something ala Conner Kent, but instead of mix DNA with someone, it's purely Bruce's DNA, and maybe some enhancement (maybe actually mix with someone but idk, put that in the clipboard) .. But here the catch, somehow the existing of this tube baby caught in the wind and he was rescue by the Batfam (don't asked me the logistic, stick with me, this is brainstorming session)

But, unlike the usual test tube kid or whatever. Terry is just a human baby, a child. Sure Bruce had taken care of Damian when he's young but not this young. And technically? Terry is his son?? Right?? Logistically???? If he raise him? Even tho he also technically a clone??? Whatever. Put that on the clipboard.

Que in the shenanigans, Bruce that was like thinking he's a veteran of taking care of kids by now, suddenly fubbling and start at square one of parenting again cuz THIS IS A BABY... Sure he had took care of other people baby for a bit, learning how to change their diaper and make baby formula... But that someone's else's kid and he only took care of them for a while... THIS IS NEW.. NEW BABY... WHAT IS SUPPOSED TO DO!?!?!? (some part of him was kinda happy to take care of Terry that young cuz he never got the chance to do the same to Damian)

Que Dick kinda amused seeing Bruce looked like the same guy that first adopted him, clueless of parenting (even tho that's not true) and unsure, I think he'd help Bruce around when he had the time, buying baby formula and diapers, or maybe offer to cover Bruce's patrol shift once in a while (you think you've seen Bruce being sleep deprived juggling his vigilante life, his playboy sona life and being a dad of 6+? THINK AGAIN. the new baby had him PASSED THE FUCK OUT whenever he can. Plus man is old. You can't blame him for no longer as agile as new parents are)

I think Jason (if we assume this au is Jason and Bruce relationship being better) would be like "I'm only here to see the baby", and he did, but he also told Bruce to go nap "you look like me after lazarus pit old man", in my head Jason I'd a great babysitter cuz he had helped Roy with Lian, he knows his way, kinda, while talking to the baby as if it's a big man, "listen when you're older, I'm your favourite okay, and I will taught you All the things B didn't want you to do >:)"

Felt like Tim would be the most experienced in the "clone but also not really" department cuz... Yk... Probably advocate any health check if Bruce asked, he may experience with it on someone older in age but Terry is a baby, they need plan if things goes sour and Tim had plans if Bruce need backup. With that said, I like to think when he hold Terry up in his arm, he's suddenly the most over protective brother ever, "I only have this child for a day but if anything happen to him, I will kill everyone in this room and then myself" (and he meant it 100%)

In my head Damian would be the one that felt the most conflicted of Terry existent, on one hand.. Yes they technically share the same blood as the Waynes, but he also so used of being the youngest one, suddenly he felt his position threaten even tho he's aware this baby can't even defeat him even with 100 years of training, he scowl at the baby in Bruce's arm, unpleased of this newcomer that threatening his heir position,,, then baby Terry hold Damian hand and how the tiny baby hand can only hold one of his finger.. " He is so weak father.." "that's because he's still little.." "he's useless.... I shall be there to train him stronger when he's of age." ( "in the meanwhile I will protect his soft bones")

Alfred when he saw baby Terry was a bit stunned, he looked just like baby Bruce it's actually insane but also endearing. Suddenly he smile so fondly remembering the day when Thomas and Martha show him then newly born Bruce to him, so soft, so fragile, so innocent untouched of the cruelty of the world. He found himself promising to do his duty to this new Wayne the same way he said to Thomas and Martha the day Bruce's born.

[the-dumpster-fire-of-life]

Stop i feel like it would be so cute if you wrote about how one of the twins (bill or Tom) fell in love at first sight with reader and just became infatuated with them since

I feel like Tom would be such a cute option tho because YKNOW he’s a playboy BUT I FEEL LIKE IT WOULD BE SO CUTE IF HE JUST FELL IN LOVE WITH READER AND NEVER LOOKED BACK

Love at First Sight

It felt so weird for everyone involved

Tom Kaulitz, the fucking playboy, was in love??

It was so shocking that even Bill feared what was going on

Tom didn't even know how to feel at first

He was used to flirting with fans, living how he wanted and not giving a shit

Until he saw you

He saw you and immediately it felt like something paused the entire world and he could only see you

He didn't even talk to you yet! 

You just looked so MF beautiful

He couldn't help but stare at you

Especially when he heard your laugh along with seeing your smile

He couldn't help but freeze up for a minte

It was probably at a concert you went to

You asked for a autograph and legit had to ask twice to break him out of his staring at you

Once he got over that, he started flirting a bit to try and see what was going on

You even flirted a bit back, but not like the other fangirls did

Not tryna be that girl, but you caught his attention quickly

Be it your personality, your style, how you looked, carried yourself or confidence

You did something right that night

Tom legit was pacing wondering if his heart was broken because it didn't seem the same

He seized his opportunity and somehow got your number

The rest I shall leave up to you

After y'all get together he is so smug and flirty and proud he got you

Fans were so shocked when they saw he was in a relationship

Especially when pictures of you guys were leaked

And you can tell he was visibly whipped!

You guys were shopping? 

He's holding your bags with his card in your hand

He's holding your hand, hugging you, kissing your cheek, has his hand in your back pocket, dodging paparazzi with you and almost shamelessly making out practically 

He is not scared to flaunt this mf relationship because he can and he is somehow so happy in it

He didn't think he would actually find that specific great love

You somehow changed his perception of love

He will kiss you, hold you, be held by you, bring you onstage, run back to you backstage

Somehow he will always find you and you cannot escape

So many pictures of him just staring at you with somehow such a loving look in his eyes

He changed somehow so much and the band is almost thanking you

Fans are always up your ass for "changing" him

Mostly crazed fangirls, but neither of you can give a shit

He found you, and somehow, you let him have his chance

Treats you so well as to not risk losing you

Feels so bad in arguments

Like, babe, don't fight

And mother fucker snatched it and will not let go

He turns into such a child

Wanting his hair played with, somehow making you match with him, sleeping on top of you on the bus, sharing hotel room

Will do what you ask no matter what it is somehow

Nobody shall dare get in his way

Tom has a mission when it regards you and he shall complete it no matter what

He turned into such a loveable simp and we cannot handle

Will legit carry you around if you want

Buys you whatever the hell you want, ho don't care about the cost

Has fuck you money that he will willingly go broke spending on you

Loves the smiles and the laughs you bring him

He feels like such a sap at times but loves having you hold his face

He legit wants to just be so close to you that he can crawl into your skin at times it's so clingy

You have literally fell asleep almost inside of his shirt, both slithered inside of the giant oversized shirt on a couch

He loves the nights you guys just stay up and do anything and everything

He is secretly so corny, flirty and charming it's like a total other persona

[milaisreading]

I really like your BLLK headcanons about y/n's plushes! I adore the idea about y/n as BLLK manager, so if you accept bllk requests, can I ask you, please, for  headcanons about y/n as bllk project manager and boys are whipped for her like in your headcanons? Have a great day and ignore it, if it's uncomfortable for you!~ 

Garden

Author:

Thank u for the request, I hope I am doing this the right way since I don't do requests often. Tried to keep it as short as possible🩷

Warnings ⚠️: none in particular. Reader uses she/her. Possible manga spoilers. Requests are open.

⚽️Blue lock belongs to:Muneyuki Kaneshiro and Yusuke Nomura⚽️

It was one of those rare days when Ego allowed the team to use their phones instead of just training and sleep. (Y/n) was out with Anri to run some errands Ego came up with, much to their annoyance. The team wasn't really aware of the two being gone, as they were immersed in their phones. But it took only one post from a fan of theirs to set off a chain of chaos.

"Hey, (Y/n) isn't here today?" Isagi spoke up, showing Bachira and Gagamaru his phone. The two looked at it in confusion and soon after their expressions turned to one of realization, then they sighed.

"(Y/n) looks so cute~ Isagi, send me that picture!" Bachira commands as the boy sweat drops.

"You can find it on the internet yourself- Gagamaru you haven't blinked once since you started looking." The goalkeeper looked away from Isagi's phone and then at the boy, blinking a few times.

"I did." He simply answered, his face turning red as Bachira laughed and slapped his back.

"You are down bad, Gagamaru! Can't blame you though, (Y/n) is so cute and caring! Nobody could resist her!"

"True! She always does her best so that we are comfortable and can just focus on football." Isagi added with a dreamy sigh, getting nods from the other two.

"She also always pays attention to help us out with the parts we lack before Ego-san can scold us. That's really sweet of her." Gagamaru said nervously, his face turning red along with the other 2.

"Yeah." They sighed, but their moment of tranquility got interrupted as three of their other teammates entered the room, two looking confused and one pissed off. The former Team Z members raise their eyebrows at Rin as Chigiri and Rensuke sat down.

"What happened to you, Rin?" Bachira questioned as the taller huffed, sitting down between Rensuke and Isagi.

"Nothing. What are you two doing there?" The tale-eyed boy asked, his anger turning into confusion at their flustered faces. Isagi said nothing and showed Rin the phone, which still had the post of a fan on. It was a really simple picture of (Y/n) wearing the Blue Lock jacket and a mask, holding a box as Anri was in the background talking to someone. The caption was simple too, just a 'Happy to have gone outside today! Seeing (Y/n) is rare but so worth it!!'

Rin's face turned red and he let out a dreamy sigh, shocking Chigiri and Rensuke.

"What did you even show him? We have been trying to calm him down for the past 10 minutes." Chigiri asked as Rensuke leaned in to look at the phone. Chigiri looked on as his friend had the same reaction as Rin, just that it was way more obvious.

"Nothing much, a fan posted a picture of (Y/n) she seems to be out in the city right now." Gagamaru explained to the redhead, who took the phone from Isagi's hand.

"Hey!" The boy yelled as Chigiri ignored him while Bachira chuckled a little. The redhead blinked a few times as he went over the picture for a minute.

"Cute..." He muttered, grabbing the spot where his heart is dramatically. Isagi took the opportunity and took his phone from him, and then went to look at the picture again, meanwhile Rin and Bachira were leaning against his shoulders to look too.

"She looks so adorable~ Wish I was with her. I feel bad when she has to carry those boxes around." Chigiri pouted as Rensuke nodded in agreement.

"I never see her complain tho or even ask for help. Baro and I once wanted to help her but she just kept ignoring and asking us to go and rest."

"She is very considerate. We are very lucky Ego-san picked her as our manager." Rin added, causing the six to nod along.

"Guys! Did you see the pictures of (Y/n)?! The JFU updated some from today's conference!" Karasu yelled as him, Otoya, Baro and Hiori walked into the room. The others perked up as they looked at the boy.

"There are more?! Where?!"

"On JFU's official site. The pictures look glamorous, nothing out of the ordinary for her." Aryu said with a smile as he handed Chigiri his phone, prompting the others to huddle up next to him and look at them.

"So cute~"

"Look! She is waving too!"

"Look! The smile is there too!"

"Wish there were more pictures without the mask."

"I couldn't imagine being an outsider and only seeing (Y/n) once in a blue moon."

"Must suck. Thank God I am not one of them."

"You guys are so weak acting like that over some pictures. It's rediculous." Baro commented, causing the others to glare at him.

"What did you just say, you donkey?"

"Want to repeat that?!" Isagi and Bachira replied as Otoya let out a laugh next to Baro.

"Let's not pretend like you didn't have the same, if not a worse reaction."

"Yeah, your face was as red as a tomato from that one picture where (Y/n) was smiling at the camera." Karasu added as Aryu and Chigiri snickered.

"Weak minded king." Rensuke taunted.

"Shut up! Aside from that one, I am the most calm and collected."

"Anyways, my favorite one is where she was nearly caught falling asleep. Chigiri scroll down, you guys won't be disappointed!" Otoya urged, just in time when Nagi, Reo and Kurona walked in.

"My favorite one was the one where she is talking to Teieri-san. It always looks nice when she is relaxed." Hiori admitted with a blush.

"What are we looking at?" Nagi raised an eyebrow, walking to where Isagi was.

"Yeah, you all are quite loud." Reo said.

"New pictures of (Y/n). The JFU posted them. She looks so cute too!" Aryu said while Reo and Kurona ran to where Chigiri was, hoping to catch some glimpse of the manager.

"What?! Let me see. I didn't se (Y/n) in so long."

"We literally sat last night at dinner with her." Nagi told Reo, who looked at him dumbfounded.

"So? Too long- Hey Chigiri, can you return to the previous picture?" Reo urged as the boy agreed, wondering where their phones were.

"Whatever, hope (Y/n) will be back soon. I want to show her a new trick I learned." Kurona muttered, trying to move Gagamaru's head out of his sight.

"The real her is better than any of the pictures. These just don't do her justice." Karasu added, prompting the rest to agree unanimously.

"Oh? Rin, you seem in a better mood too? What were you even mad over?" Kunigami suddenly asked the tale-eyed boy, who just shook his head, trying to enjoy (Y/n)'s pictures in peace.

"Nothing...I forgot about it."

An hour before...

Rin was in the main hall enjoying the silence as he went through his phone, just checking in to see what his favorite artists and footballers were posting, when a message from his brother popped up. Now, him and Sae were now on better terms than previously, but not so much better for the older to write him at random times of the day. Cautiously, Rin opened the message and boy did he wish he didn't.

Sae: Hey Rin, you are good friends with your manager, right?

Sae: Could you tell me if she has any social media?

Sae: Could you also give her my phone number. She isn't dating anyone, right?

Present time...

"Absolutely nothing, it was resolved, anyways." Rin said to his orange-haired teammate, knowing his brother is probably pissed that he had left him on read.

"Can I show you another picture of (Y/n) I found on my camera roll? I think it was from our U-20 match!" Reo suddenly said, catching everyone's attention now.

"Show!"

"I wanna see!"

"When is (Y/n) coming back again?"

"Not sure, Gagamaru. I hope soon."

Meanwhile on the other side of the Blue Lock building (Y/n) let out a sneeze as she was looking through the 1st aid kid.

"Are you alright?" Niki asked in alarm as (Y/n) waved him off.

"Yeah, must be seasonal sickness. Anyways, how did you even manage to cut your finger like this? I am not used to you being clumsy." Niki blushed a little and looked away as (Y/n) started disinfecting his cut.

"Accidents, you know!" Niko answered nervously, enjoying the short moment he had with her.

'Her hands are so soft!!'

[mistypsych]

ANATOMY OF A CRIMINAL - CHAPTER 1

/ yoongi / suga / agust d /

summary: as a doctor you never expected to be dragged into “the criminal life”, nothing and no one seems to be true anymore, your whole world turns upside down after you save him.

pairings: yoongi mob boss x f.reader x non idol bts members.

warnings: smut, guns, knives, stabbings, blood, gore, murders, drugs, criminals, gang life, medical emergency, illness, abuse, swearing, angst, dubcon, gang violence, corruption, manipulation, lies, cheating - 18+ minors dni.

Note: Hi! This is an attempt of writing a fanfic long after writing anything at all. Please also keep in mind English is no longer my first language and it might be a bit rusty and odd at times but I try my best. The story is a non idol BTS fanfic with Suga being the main character. The first chapter or so there might not be a lot of Yoongi but I want the backstory to be clear. The next chapters there will be way more of him I promise! If you want to be on the tag list let me know!

You slowly stepped into the on-call room, sighing while rubbing your aching nape. The painful muscle tension was starting to turn into a headache. You sat down on the big couch and leaned your head back, instantly feeling your body loosen and sink into the soft cushions. Today was a rough day for the ER unit. The hospital was dealing with multiple trauma victims due to a horrendous bus collision. Some patients were barely banged up others unfortunately were looking like they might not make it threw the night. You were already dreading the moment you would have to talk with their family members in case the worse was to come.

The weight of the hour-less intense work and surgeries was starting to rub off on your whole body. As you were almost about to doze off, the doors slammed wide open. “What a fucking trip…” Jungkook stopped mid sentence when he saw you glare at him from under your hooded eyelids. “How many energy drinks did your pour into yourself Kook?” you said in a bit agitated tone. You were tired and running on fumes. He seemed way less strained.

The on-call room was called so for a reason. It was supposed to be a safe heaven for peace and rest. It seemed as tho people like your long time friend let those facts slip their mind. “Sorry Y/N. I did not think you were about to sleep… You looked on fire there!” scoffing a bit under your breath you mumbled “Sometimes I really doubt your capability to think at all… and yes I was lit because I had to at the moment plus I had tons of adrenaline pumping in my system. Now it’s all wearing off”. Running his tattooed hand threw the thick and shiny locks of hair he sighed in defeat. He knew your were right. At times he was way to energetic and high maintenance.

“Still good for tomorrow?” he changed the subject not wanting to get into a war of back and forth bantering. Nodding your head you hummed in agreement.

Both of you usually made plans on your days off to go out and give medical attention to those who were less fortunate. You took care of the homeless, drug addicts and poor elders that were embarrassed to seek help at the official medical institutions. Many times it was also the lack of insurance that could get very high. The two of you saw it as charity and giving back to society.

You met Jungkook at med school in the USA. He was a scholarship student that worked his way into getting the opportunity to study overseas. You were the only person at your year that was able to speak Korean due to the fact you went to Seoul during part of your high school years. So of course you were more than happy to help Kook who at times struggled with the more difficult English terms during the lectures.

Over the years you two grew close and he was the one to say you should once again go to Seoul and take up your internship there. Being an adventurous young woman the mere thought of it seemed a great idea. So here you were years later already after your internship with a secured position as one of the junior trauma surgeons and planning charity work with your friend. You already scheduled some “appointments” with your long term patients.

To be honest you preferred this type of work more than the big shot tasks at the hospital. For you medicine should focus more on helping people. The world showed you many times that if you were less fortunate or simply made some bigger mistakes in life, the cruel reality was that usually there was no way to afford medical attention and insurance. Sometimes it was also the cost of meds themselves. Those could be unbelievably high, especially when it came to rare or terminal illnesses.

You and Kookie worked with official charities that did their best to find funds for some crucial medication for the poor. Not once did you also end up saving lives of some addicts that overdosed. Usually people just let them lay on the streets and did not care to help. You could not blame them tho. The less nice areas of the city were also full of con artists and people simply did not want to risk their own lives. At times it was also the mentality of “they did it to themselves, now they need to bear the consequences”.

You were not there to judge. How could any of you know what these people went threw in life? What pushed them to “self medicate”. So you kept focused solemnly on helping those who seemed like they needed it.

You closed your eyes again trying to ignore the fact that Jungkook was rustling around with some food wrapping. “If I am to survive the last two hours of this hell shift and be of any use tomorrow I would greatly appreciate you stop making a ruckus and let me rest!” you huffed angrily, not even bothering to open your eyes. Once the room was filled with silence, a content smirk spread over your lips. At last the well deserved quiet. Sweet darkness of dreamland slowly took over your mind.

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Getting to your apartment after ending a difficult day at the hospital always filled you with relief. It was close to 8 p.m. Not having to work the night shift this time and having the day off tomorrow made you really happy. As you walked deeper into the hallway your nostrils got hit with a mouthwatering smell of delicious food cooking, it instantly made a smile spread on your lips. The sizzling sound coming from the kitchen meant that your fiancé was already off work as well.

He was one of the best criminal detectives in the city. You both worked hard and sometimes very long hours, but you somehow managed to keep your relationship flourishing threw all the years. Walking towards the sweet and sour smell, you saw his slim frame hovering over some pans and stirring their content. His wide slim shoulders moving under a simple black t-shirt. They matched so well with his thin waist shaping his figure into a perfect triangle.

Resting against the door frame you stared at him in awe. “Are you gonna keep looking or do you plan on saying hello?” he said in a joking tone and turned to you with a big grin that reached to his eyes. You always wondered how he could keep such a sunshine attitude while working a job full of murders, death and gore.

Pushing your back off the frame you walked to him humming and wrapping your arms around him. You rested your chin on his shoulder, breathing in his fresh scent. “Hoba… you are too good to me…” you murmured and kissed him behind the ear. The fact that after a surely long day of work for him, he was there making you both a nice late dinner made your heart squeeze.

You really appreciated having him in you life and that somehow you both were deeply involved despite having hectic and difficult careers. The saying - where there is will there is a way - always made you think of your relationship with Hoseok.

After finishing dinner and basically licking your plate clean, you turned to Hobi with a smile “I’ll take care of the dishes” you said taking the plates from the table and making your way to the kitchen. As you were about to dry off the last glass you felt slender fingers creep up your back. You turned your face a bit a small smirk twisting the side of your lips.

“I was thinking of desert…” Hoseok said in a deep voice staring straight into your eyes. “Oh yea? You want me to run down to the store and grab something?” you teased, being well aware that was not what he had in mind. The twinkling of your eyes giving away how much you were enjoying this. But your fiancé was not the type to put up with games for too long so his only response was rolling his eyes, grabbing you and lifting you up. Wrapping your legs around his waist you kissed him desperately.

Lately both of you were so busy with work, you barely had the time or strength for even watching a movie together, so you excitedly welcomed the attention he was giving you. Not bothering to make it to the bedroom you ended on his lap on the couch. Your kisses were getting wild and messy. Just as you started to grind against his growing member, your breaths getting fast and uneven, you heard the loud ring of your phone.

If it were any other signal you would chose to ignore it completely, but the ring tone suggested is was Jungkook from his “special” number in case of an emergency. “Foooor fucks sake!” you growled trying to wait out the call, still kissing and moving your hips over your fiancé. If it was just a couple rings you could try and tell yourself your friend was piss ass drunk messing around.

Much to your dismay the phone kept on buzzing “I need to take this…” you said sadly looking at Hobi who was trying to even out his excited heartbeat. “It’s ok babe” he said, he knew he could not be angry about it, usually it was him being called into some crime scene. You walked away to answer the call “You better be almost dead or something close to that to have a reason for calling me at this hour!” you hissed into the speaker.

“Y/N! This is serious. A guy needs help… he can’t get into the hospital and the wounds are beyond my expertise. I am downstairs waiting for you. I really need your fucking help. I will explain everything later” his voice was shaky and full of what seemed like fear, so you stopped your ranting right away.

You quickly ran to grab your coat “I am coming down!” closing the door on your way out you told Hoseok you might have a very late night and maybe he should not wait up for you. Taking quick strides down the stairs of your apartment building you once again were thanking the universe for the most understanding man to have chosen to exist in your life.

*** *** ***

You quickly got into Kooks car throwing your medical bag onto the back seat. “I brought all my suturing stuff in case it was really that bad…” you said under your breath still a bit irked at the fact you were driving somewhere instead of getting frisky with your lover. “You will need it. Trust me…” is all your friend said.

Turing to finally look at him you saw he was pale, his hair was messy and his forehead was beaded with sweat. He was clutching the stirring wheel to the point his knuckles were white. You never saw him so nervous, not even at the hospitals ER unit.

Driving in silence for some time you finally snapped out of your trail of thoughts and realized you made it into the shady outskirts of Seoul. Even when working on your charity missions you both never made it into the really dangerous corners of the city, so you were very surprised and felt a shiver run threw your body.

You let your questioning gaze fall to Kookie, you were about to blurt out a “what the fuck man?” but before you could, he was out of the car grabbing your bag and walking to your side. Seeing your face full of questions, he opened the car door for you looking at you seriously “It’s fine… we are fine… we need to go there” he pointed towards a dark building that looked like a hangar.

Your body involuntarily shook at the sight. You immediately thought of all the crime scenes and stories Hobi shared with you from time to time when you asked him about work. But instead of listening to your panicking mind, you decided that surely Jungkook had to know what was going on and since he said it was fine it had to be, right?

You cautiously walked behind him letting him carry your bag. Usually you would always rip it out just to show what a strong and independent woman you were. Once you walked into the building you could hear the soles of your shoes clank on the hard floor. It all started to feel like some thriller movie, the type with a bad ending. The beating of your heart was so loud you could swear Kook had to hear it. The adrenalin was rushing in your system and you were starting to feel in flight mode.

Before you could panic more, an unknown voice broke you out of the cycle “Fucking bout’ time!” a tall and strong built guy growled at your friend and then eyed you top to bottom. “This is that great surgeon? She is supposed to be better than you?” he scoffed, a look of disbelief forming on his face. “For your information I am fucking better at surgical work than most!” you snapped. You were freaked out and now some dude that looked like a typical thug was trying to insult you.

“You better not be just running your mouth hun” he smirked grabbing you by the wrist and pulling you to the next room. He basically shoved you inside and tossed your bag at you. You didn’t even know when he managed to take it from Kook. The sight in front of you was gruesome. A young male about your age was laying on some banged up table. Blood was oozing out of his stomach. His pitch black long hair was sticky, his skin pale as a sheet of paper.

“Bloody hell…” you whispered walking up to the man. You turned to look at your colleague giving him the “what do you expect me to do?! make a fucking miracle happen?!” stare. You bent over the man and checked for a pulse. To your surprise he was still alive.

Looking at his slashed abdomen you thought to yourself there is now way you can do anything in these conditions. Even if by some chance you were to manage to stitch him up, the place was far from sterile, so he would die of sepsis anyway. “He needs a fucking hospital!” you say and take your phone out to call up an ambulance.

Suddenly your cell got knocked out of your hands and fell to the floor with a loud thud. Just as your were about to scream your head off, you saw it, the end of a gun pointing straight at your forehead. “No hospitals” the tall male snarled. Now you were sure, you got into some gang business and this was not gonna go the way you want.

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[damiansgoodgirll]

heres something with damian: him and reader getting stranded in the airport due to a snowstorm and she cuddles up shyly with him

damian priest x reader

snow outside

you couldn’t believe your flight was getting delayed. well you actually could since there was a snowstorm outside but you really wanted to be home for the weekend and see your family that not even the end of world was going to stop you.

but the snow was increasing and a lot of flights got cancelled and you were worried about your flight too.

“you okay?” damian asked you when he sat next to you.

you just finished to film raw and even if you were supposed to be on different flights, you found yourselves stuck at the airport together.

“my flight is probably getting cancelled…” you whispered, trying everything you could to not to cry.

“mine too…i bet it’s sunny and cold in orlando tho…” he joked and you slightly smiled “are you going back home for a few days?” he asked while sitting next to you.

“i was supposed to before the flight got a four hours delay…” you said while reading all the delays on the screen.

“great…mine just got cancelled…” he said a little annoyed.

“what if i won’t be able to see my family?” you asked him and he could tell you were probably going to cry in any minute.

“hey…come here…” he held you closer “it’s not your fault and your family knows this…it’s just this freaking weather and the fact that we are in canada…and you gotta fly to vegas…i’m pretty sure it’s hot and sunny down there” he joked making you chuckled a little bit “i know how much this means to you…and i’m sure that you’ll see them very soon…” he said “…well, probably not tomorrow since your flight just got cancelled too”

“what?” you almost screamed in exasperation.

“hey hey calm down…take a deep breath for me hermosa…in and out…” damian saw how agitated you were and he was hurting for you. he knew how much you cared for your family and with the fact that you lived in orlando and they were in vegas, he knew you saw them not very often, plus with you being drafted from nxt to raw your life got busier and busier.

“i should call my mom and let her know i’m not visiting them this weekend…she was so excited when i called her yesterday…”

“i know hermosa…i’m so sorry…” he hugged you while you were typing your mum’s number. after calling her and explaining what was happening you felt a little bit more relaxed. you knew she wouldn’t be mad and that she would understand, you were just upset you couldn’t be there for her and your dad.

“it’s pretty cold outside…and here too…” you whispered trying to warm your hands a little bit.

thankfully damian was still hugging you so he didn’t make it awkward when his arm moved closer to your body to keep you closer to his bigger one.

he was cold too but he couldn’t help feeling all warm inside by having you so close.

there was a certain feeling between the two of you. you liked him more than a friend but you never understood his intentions. he was kind with you but he was kind with everyone so that didn’t make it special. he never showed anything that would make it seems like he was interest in you but right now, having him so close to you made you daydream about the relationship you could have.

“what if we share a hotel room?” he asked, waking you from your dream.

“what?”

“i mean…you’re clearly about to fall asleep here and even if i don’t mind you sleeping on me, this would be a very uncomfortable position for you to sleep and it’s clearly too cold here. plus all these people who’s flights been cancelled won’t stop making noise and it’s getting to crowded for my liking…we won’t be able to fly until tomorrow, hopefully the snow stops…and i’d rather sleep on a comfortable bed in a cozy room than staying here…” he said and honestly you were okay with everything he said. you knew there was the airport hotel just a few miles away and that the taxis were still going so before it was too late you both took the opportunity and got to the hotel.

damian got the room and - of course - there was just a bed. you pretended you didn’t care but inside you were the happiest person on earth.

you changed while he took a quick shower and both jumped into bed.

“dam…” you whispered.

“mh?” he turned his head just to see you.

“can you turn the tv on please? i - i can’t fall asleep without the sound…if it bothers you i can try and sleep-…” he didn’t even let you finish that the tv was on “thank you…”

“can i ask you why?” he was curious.

“i started doing it when i started living alone…i’ve always been scared of staying alone at night so the tv helped me calm…”

“but you’re not alone tonight” he almost teased.

“i know it’s just…it helps me you know?” you said shyly.

he loved how you just opened up to him and he honestly wanted to know every single detail of your life but he saw how you were about to fall asleep.

“i know…” he smiled “good night princesa…” he whispered while you closed your eyes. he fell asleep dreaming of more moments like this.

[trashytoastboi]

~Seven Days of Sin Event~

Obey Me!

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To Corrupt an Angel - F! Version (NSFW)

Solomon x F! Reader x Simeon

WARNING: NSFW (Voyeurism, Exhibitionism, lowkey Dom/Sub dynamics, Overstimulation, Threesome, Corruption Kink, Teasing, Fingering, Oral, Missionary, Doggy, Riding, Mating Press, Dacryphilia, Masturbation, Virgin, Hair Pulling, Begging, Orgasm Denial/Edging, Mild Choking, Anal (kind of), Face Fucking, Biting, Body Worship} 

Word count: 7,883 words

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{Name} departed for another night at Purgatory Hall; this was a regular occurrence and normal for her to go over at least two times a week, Solomon and {Name} started a relationship that ran a little deeper than their friendship. Something akin to friends with benefits, and her constantly coming over to spend time with Solomon wasn't exactly out of the ordinary. Besides for the most part, they were discreet and everyone knew none the wiser, aside from the more intuitive people like Barbatos and Lucifer could see the telltale signs. Most assumed it was just Solomon offering guidance in regards to her magic, seeing that they are both human. I mean after all, they're friends so nothing wrong. At first it was innocent, Solomon simply wanted to offer companionship, friendship and comfort knowing that humans are somewhat of a rare commodity within the Devildom. {Name’s} innocence attracted Solomon’s attention, invoked a protective streak until he grew addicted to all of her little expressions, sounds and reactions he could pull from her with every increasingly bold act. Until he, well, in a sense corrupted {Name}. Giving her the first taste of what the human body could offer, ironic isn’t it, surrounded by demons and yet she fell to temptation at the hands of a fellow human. 

Simeon stayed up later than his usual time, writing as the spark of inspiration struck. Not exactly at the most opportune time however Simeon would never complain even if it required he burn some of the midnight oil. He slumped against his desk and rubbed his eyes from the creeping exhaustion. Simeon rose to his feet and wrestled with the idea of going to sleep or trying to get a few more lines out. Well, he'd decide after a drink of water and then probably turn in for the night knowing himself. Quietly he clicks the door open, taking care not to move the handle too quickly in case the metal squeaks as obnoxiously loud as it does on occasion. Practically tiptoeing he makes his way in complete silence. He downs his glass of water that leaves him feeling a little more refreshed. Simeon sets the glass down on the counter. He heads down the hallway back to his room, the silence is disturbed by the slightest, whimper? Simeon questioned if he heard that correctly, he noticed the sound coming from the guest room where {Name} is staying, and holding a genuine concern he pressed his ear against the door. “S-Solomon wait! Mnnn…” her voice rang out sweetly with a moan that made the angel blush furiously. “It's alright baby girl, just trust me.” Solomon's voice joined in her symphony, almost sounding breathless and strained. The heat crept and spread from Simeon's ears, cascading down his face and neck. Those kinds of sounds were pretty obvious and he could only imagine what was happening. “Surely not..?” He tried to reason with himself, shaking the very thought from his mind. “It's none of my business anyway.” The moment when Simeon turned to leave, {Name's} voice cried out, and that initial heat traveled further down. Simeon ran back to his room. His face, heart and mind are all in a mess, it's so easy to misunderstand those sounds, her sounds. They are so pretty…so licentious. Simeon felt shame when he saw his own state of arousal. His hardened cock strained against his clothing. 

The discomfort is too great to ignore or sleep it off. Simeon laid on his bed, trying to force sleep against the repeating sound of {Name's} moans that played in his mind over and over again. His thoughts began to stray, wander. Crossing into a curious and unfamiliar territory. Simeon admittedly never felt curious about such things, never felt the impulsive tug to stray down the path of temptation. Somehow, just the imagery of {Name} in that light, wondering how her body would look? How would it feel? How sweet would her lips taste? And how warm would her skin feel against his body? The thoughts drove the poor angel borderline mad. Madness would be the only reasonable explanation for his actions. Simeon slid his hand down between his thighs nervously, “Oh…” a foreign sensation arose, he turned to bury his face in the pillow as he palmed against his erection. Even just over the cloth of his pants felt so good. Was this pleasure? Simeon tasted this gratification for the very first time. He whined softly, biting the fabric of his pillow between his teeth to muffle the sounds, sliding his hand into his pants. Uncertain of what exactly to do, he caressed and touched his cock, noting the sensation every time he ran his hand up and down was immeasurable to anything he'd felt before. “Would this feel even better if it was {Name}?” Simeon thought, imagining her hands. Touching him, teasing him and stroking him the way he is doing to himself right now. Simeon's body trembled from the sensation that took him, a strange tension that wracked through his body something he could only describe as pure bliss and the afterglow as he came down from that high. He sighed with a soft moan realizing it was an orgasm. His first taste of physical pleasure. Not to be misunderstood, Simeon is not oblivious nor a complete stranger to such topics and knowledge. All the knowledge he possesses is purely theory and never had the opportunity to be applied practically. Up until this point in his very long life, the angel has never felt any urges or need to experience it. 

Simeon probably felt more ashamed than he ever had in his whole existence. It manifested in all of his awkward mannerisms. Luke sang and chirped happily while making pancakes asking for Simeon to help, which he was happy to welcome any form of a distraction. Simeon however, even when doing something that he enjoyed, was too distracted. Making obvious mistakes, mixing up the amount of salt versus sugar, blundering the cracking of eggs till there was more shell in the batter than egg. Luke eventually banned him from the kitchen, sending him off to set the table. Simeon was completely out of it, and had not made a single inkling of eye contact with {Name} or Solomon. He mumbled out a stuttered good morning which vexed the both of them as to his sudden shift from his usual self. It’s not as if they knew that he had heard the two of them, nor that he made his own assumptions. It was a stretch to believe those sounds were innocent, and yet Simeon grasped at those straws to convince himself.  Especially after he imagined {Name} in such a manner, and all the things he wondered about what she would do to him in the fantasy. Solomon smirked, noticing all of his strange reactions. His absent mindedness and sneaking glances at {Name} only to fire up in an all too obvious blush on his face and ears. Solomon clicked, the shadows under the door and the little scurrying figure wasn’t all in his imagination. Arguably he felt Simeon’s presence, and thought nothing of it. Wholeheartedly believing the angel would just walk along and ignore what happened behind the door.

Days after the little incident and blatant avoidance. The awkwardness began to settle enough for Simeon to be around {Name} again. He became more relaxed, complacent since ‘that’ hadn’t happened again. He was tired, probably delusional from the exhaustion, and imagined that. Those lustful urges tugged for attention in the back of his mind, Simeon pushed them aside and ignored them easily enough. {Name} reached up to touch his forehead, he flinched away from her touch. “Sorry, wanted to check and make sure you were okay.” She offered a stiff smile in light of the strange atmosphere. “T-That’s okay.” Simeon cleared his throat and tried to force the words out as naturally as he could. “I’ll see you later.” {Name} said before leaving, curious she would say that when the day was nearly over. It came to his ears last that {Name} would be spending the night at Purgatory Hall that evening yet again. Simeon sat on his bed, staring blankly at the novel he picked up to read. After reading the same sentence for the umpteenth time he resigned to the fact he would not be able to read further. His brain begged for an answer to his incessant questions. Would they be doing that again? Would he be able to hear {Name’s} sweet voice again? Simeon repeated the question again, drawing up not a single answer but rather a slew of potentials. Could be this, could be that’s. So he did the only reasonable thing he could have, he wanted a glass of water. Taking a few quiet steps in the silence of the late night, he heard it again. Simeon did truly plan to just walk past, not repeat his mistake from last time and linger a little too long. Surely just a little wouldn’t hurt? To Simeon’s pleasant surprise, the sounds leaked out from {Name’s} room, growing louder as he got closer. He could hear Solomon’s voice groaning in content. To further Simeon’s surprise, the door is cracked open just a little, ever so slightly, enough for him to glimpse inside. The scene inside showed {Name}, all of her, on all fours atop the bed. Her hands gripping and bunching the sheets below while her chest heaved with breath. Her forehead painted with a light sheen of sweat, eyes glossed over and biting her lip as her body practically fell forward with every hard thrust from Solomon. Flashing a knowing grin watching how {Name} fell apart from his cock. “Feeling good baby?” He emphasized his words with a chuckle. “Sol- I can’t...hng-” her words fell short, unable to even string together a single sentence. The heat spread through Simeon’s body again, that same demanding urge. He turned on his heel and ran back to his room. 

Solomon watched the figure leave, his lips curled into an all too familiar smirk that meant things were working out exactly like he anticipated. He leaned down pressing a soft kiss to {Name’s} back, resting his forehead against her as he reveled in the feeling of her cumming around him again. “Solomon…” she whined his name. “Hm?” He turned his full attention back to {Name}. 

Simeon held his breath in fear of his voice being too loud. The lust consumed him with a fast and fierce blaze that had him cumming not even after a few touches. He'd barely touched himself and found the same release he'd craved since the first time, was it always like this? He let out shaky breaths afraid of raising his voice. The need did not dissipate, the aching feeling only got worse. Desire in its purest form, and for him, with everything foreign, strange and new. The first experience, and taste of pleasure. A sinful indulgence in which he should never partake. A stinging sweetness laced with guilt that could easily be swallowed down with wanton pleasure. His impatience and temptation for something more real than his fantasies grew and Simeon could not handle it well. 

He avoided breakfast. He couldn't bear it, facing {Name} the person of his desire, and Solomon who evoked what could be considered envy, Simeon could not bring himself to be in their presence. After what he witnessed the previous night, what he heard and touching himself to the very thought of wishing it was him doing those things and not Solomon. Simeon heard through Luke that {Name} would be spending another night, sure seeing her a couple times a week was normal, but consecutive nights? Not so much. Colour him surprised, the news practically wrecked his mind for the day. Left unable to concentrate and distracted, his mind constantly fell back to thinking about {Name}, would he be able to see her in such a manner again tonight? No. He really shouldn't. It was already bad enough to be sneaking around, not once but twice. The second time where he was no better than a peeping Tom. Despite Simeon's arguments, protests against himself, here he is. Once again, outside of the guest room door. The door that so conveniently had been left slightly ajar, inviting him to peek inside. Simeon glanced inside, {Name} was sitting on Solomon's lap, her back pressed against his chest and her thighs spread wide apart. His hands mapped her body, teased her tits while occasionally rolling her nipples between his deft fingers. His fingers drew a line from her lips, down her jaw to her neck and shoulders. He pressed kiss after kiss, lingering to suckle and nibble at the skin. She leaned her head against his chest, Solomon perked up “Looks like our guest is here.” he whispered to {Name}. Her mind however, proved to be far too occupied to take any real note of his words. Especially not registering the news of a guest. “Why don’t you come in Simeon?”

Simeon felt his blood run cold, heart hammering away in his chest from fear of being caught. Did he know? Did Solomon know that he was there the whole time, now and before? Simeon debated running back to his room, admitting his guilt and trying to forcefully forget everything that he witnessed. Flight or fight, in Simeon’s case, freeze. He stayed glued to the floor unable to leave nor enter. The lack of response had the sorcerer sighing and with a gesture of his hand easily had the door flying open with Simeon tumbling inside. {Name} jolted from the startling sight of a familiar person stumbling into the room. In her embarrassment she frantically tried to cover what she could of her body, Solomon’s hands stopped hers in their panic. “No, pretty girl. Let him see you. Let him see how pretty you are for me.” 

Simeon gazed upward, his expression flustered and showing nothing short of shame. He felt even worse for getting caught. His eyes fell to the floor and fixated on the edge of the bed, uncertain of where he could look. “Simeon, eyes up here.” Solomon said. Reluctant though not refusing the invitation his eyes drifted up, higher and higher till his gaze met {Name’s}. Her eyes were not the only things in his line of sight, the entirety of her on display in front of him. Solomon traced his fingers along her thighs, closer and closer, stopping to shift its direction and glide up her navel. Teasingly, for both {Name} and Simeon. He inched closer, lightly dragging his finger down {Name’s} inner thigh. Solomon took one long stroke, smirking when he felt how wet she already was, not that it ever took much. He circled his fingers around her clit watching how her body shuddered and melted into his touch. Solomon moved his fingers with practiced and precise finesse knowing exactly how to touch {Name}. He knew her body all too well, enough for a few of his touches to make her fall apart. “This is what you wanted to see, isn’t it?” Solomon directed his question to Simeon, accentuating his words as he slid one of his long fingers inside of {Name}. Simeon had a front row seat and he could see everything, hear every lewd sound and observe every tiny reaction straight from her. The mesmerizing way her chest rose and sank with heavy breath, how the pleasure would cause her to tremble from being touched. How beautiful, Simeon thought. 

Moments pass, his eyes never budge from the display before him. The only thing that snapped Simeon out of his trance was the nagging ache between his legs that had him squirming and trying to hide how uncomfortably hard he is. Solomon proceeded with his delicate ministrations, {Name} slowly ground her hips against his fingers as he added a second finger following a specific pattern of movement at a set pace. The goal after all is simply to tease and prepare. She leaned her head back against him, turning to place messy kisses along his neck when she wasn’t floating up in the clouds. Solomon’s fingers always were impeccably dexterous, one in, then two, then none. His odd little counting game with fingers before surprising {Name} with three, sinking them as deep as he could and intentionally bumping against her clit simultaneously using his free hand to wrap around her throat, then changing to roughly grab her tits.  “Cum for me baby, show Simeon how pretty you look when you cum.” Solomon encouraged, {Name’s} body as if following instruction came undone on his fingers while he continued to whisper sweet words of encouragement. She slumped against his body, needing a moment to gather herself and catch her breath. Having an audience made her so much more aware of everything, far more perceptive to the sensation of his touch. Solomon kissed her head, “I honestly thought you would have joined sooner. That’s why I left the door open for you.” Solomon’s eyes fixate on Simeon’s, his pallor flushes with his embarrassment. “I…I…” he stuttered over his words, unable to muster any when brought to the forefront. “So? Don’t you want it…The real thing?” Solomon asked, his fingers spreading {Name’s} pussy in front of Simeon, inviting him to make his fantasy real and fall to his first real temptation.

All of this sent the angel’s mind into a frenzy, he wanted to touch her. Perhaps in his life he had never wanted anything more. Some reservations existed even now. He argued with himself, however, his desire to pleasure her seemed all too convincing. Simeon pushed all other thoughts aside, they were not needed. Obviously in his body language he looked awkward, unsure of the first move. Solomon picked up on it and broke the silence with a few hushed whispers to {Name}. He turned his attention towards Simeon, “I’ll teach you so there is no need to worry.” The sorcerer lured him in with words of encouragement, Simeon rose to his feet and slowly meandered over, closer to where {Name} waited. She smiled so sweetly, standing on shaking legs as she pressed a kiss to his lips, and with a mere utterance of his name, she had him completely entranced. He would have believed it if someone told him that {Name} was a temptress. He shook his head, that would be wrong when this was born from his one sided desire for her. Simeon’s temptation never occurred because she led him into it, his curiosity already made him fall and she facilitated the place in which he landed. He could not deny what he so desperately craved. {Name} gave him another kiss, softer and somehow careful. Full of affection and care, Simeon didn’t know what to do. To the best of his ability he tried to follow her movements and fall into time with them. {Name} looked pleased, deciding to further her actions when she slipped her tongue into his mouth. When she pulled away, his eyes were dazed and you could practically see the hearts floating in them. “Such an enraptured expression from a little kiss? How cute~♡” Solomon chirped. 

{Name} hummed, seemingly pleased with his reaction and holding a little smirk knowing it was her tender kiss that made him weak in the knees. “What do you want to do now?” Simeon mumbled some inaudible words, “You’ll have to speak up” Solomon encouraged. “I-...I want to m-make {Name} feel good.” The two couldn’t help but find Simeon absolutely adorable, their hearts swelled at his cuteness. “Well, you heard him {Name}” Solomon directs her to lay on the bed, pulling Simeon closer and guides him to kneel on the floor before her. The poor baby blushed so much, he could not stop being so flustered. Everything happened so quickly, and it’s all so overwhelming. He feels breath tickling his ear as a few whispers are imparted, “You’re going to make her feel really good. Don’t worry, I’ll teach you.” Solomon’s reassurance helped Simeon to relax and mentally prepare for what he was going to do. “You’re going to use your mouth.” Simeon nervously shifted in an attempt to get a bit more comfortable and hide his desire, he looked towards {Name} to see her subtly bashful, her lip caught between her teeth in anticipation. Having {Name} in the flesh was so much greater than his meager fantasy. Simeon almost felt bad for his poor mental rendition that did no justice in comparison to the real thing. Under Solomon’s guidance Simeon placed his hands on her thighs, pleasantly surprised and taken with their warmth and softness. His fingers squeezed, his eyes marveling as he watched how his fingers squished  into the soft flesh. Without warning he leaned in and gently nommed, {Name} flinched in surprise at the contact, a small giggle escaped her from the tickling feeling. 

Grinning at how everything is playing out, Solomon reaches his hands to work their magic on {Name’s} chest, focusing on pleasuring her while instructing Simeon on how to do the same. “Just use your tongue, pay attention to when she moans and you’ll learn her good spots. Isn’t that right baby?” He leaned in and captured her mouth in a passionate kiss.  Simeon takes a tentative approach, slowly dragging his tongue along her slit while watching every miniscule reaction. In a series of small, kitten-like licks he starts to get a feel for where she likes it. As his tongue reaches and swipes over her clit, her body shudders as her moans spill and overflow into her kiss with Solomon, {Name} pulls away from the kiss “There…please” she pleads, Simeon focuses his attention and affection to that one point, dragging his tongue up and around with sloppy movements. “Suck on it a little, not too hard or else she’ll finish too quickly.” Following the instructions, he nods and softly suckles on the sensitive bud. {Name} whines and whimpers, weaving her hand into Simeon’s dark hair, shifting between tugging at his hair and pushing his face in, trying to get more stimulation. No wonder the angel was taken aback while grinding her hips against his mouth greedily in carnal desire. Aware of every tug against his roots only further egged him down and encouraged him like silent praise. Solomon grinned watching {Name} slipping further into the throes of ecstasy. “Good boy, you’re doing so well.” He praises, Simeon’s face flushes and heat rises to his ears, his body trembling from the praise. What is this? He wondered, unable to discern why his body reacted in such a way. This reaction did not miss the sorcerer’s keen eye. “Hmm a praise kink huh?” he muttered to himself, amused. Solomon moves alongside Simeon, “Now you’re going to multitask” he grasps Simeon’s hand and takes two of his fingers into his mouth, sucking on them and using his tongue to trace their shape in his mouth. Simeon whines, not realizing his fingers were so sensitive, the more the other man sucked on his fingers, the more acutely aware Simeon became. He pulls the fingers out with a loud pop, and still holding Simeon’s hand, guides his fingers to her entrance. “You’re going to slide your fingers in here.” 

“Hm? Oh, okay.” He awkwardly stammered, carefully sliding two fingers in. His eyes widened, marveling at how warm and wet it felt inside, how she randomly clenched around his digits. The way the heat completely engulfed his fingers. Simeon felt his cock aching, begging for any form of touch or attention. His fingers pressed further inside until his knuckles acted like a stopper. “Now, we can start off slow, just pull your fingers out and push them back in.” Solomon kept a grip on Simeon’s wrist, leading him with a simple pace that he could easily follow. “Like this?”, the question begged for approval. Staying true to the teaching, he moved his fingers in, and out. Repeating this slow and insistent pattern “Mhm, good. Now-” Solomon’s breath tickled Simeon’s ear again. Whispering low enough that {Name} wouldn’t hear, “Slowly curl your fingers up as you’re pulling out.” Simeon was curious about why, it seemed odd. He listened regardless, he did as he was told and watched her body jump as he grazed her G-spot. Her moans and gasps took Simeon by surprise. “I’m sorry! Did I hurt you?” his voice was concerned, he stopped moving his fingers. {Name} shakes her head “Do it again…” 

“A-alright” Simeon moves his fingers again, when Solomon reminds him to use his mouth again just like before. He obeys, putting his mouth back to work and the beautiful sounds that left {Name} were nothing short of divine and euphoric. {Name’s} hand guided his head, urging him for more, she pulled his hair then pushed his head as she bucked her hips against him and watching her lose herself gave Simeon a little more confidence, he used his free hand to squeeze her thigh as he focused on moving more intently. “Ah Simeon, just like that…I’m going to- ah fuck!” {Name} sputtered breathlessly cursing as her moans interrupted every word, she was on the cusp, so close. Her thighs trapped Simeon’s head in between as her orgasm finally overtook her. She grasped at the sheets trying to find breath as her body shuddered in the aftermath. {Name’s} body became languid, her legs loosened and Simeon tried to catch his breath and pulled his fingers out of her slowly. “How was it, Simeon? Making our sweet {Name} cum?” Solomon chuckled, and saw that dark haired man was speechless, lost in thought. He loved it, and even that might be an understatement. There was an urge, almost an addiction alongside a need to do it again and again. The fire was lit. Solomon pulled the dazed angel up onto his feet, and deftly began undoing his pants. Simeon stuttered and tried to stop him without much avail. Once his pants were off, he made quick work of completely stripping the angel of all clothing and left him bare in front of their eyes.

Solomon let out a low whistle, “Your cock is bigger than I expected {Name} is definitely going to enjoy it.” he gestures for {Name} to come over. Courteously he offers a hand to help {Name} walk a few unsteady steps as she sinks to her knees in front of Simeon, and watching her kneel before him had Simeon’s mind in overdrive. “W-what are you doing {N-Name?}” he stammered, tripping over his words when seeing how close she got to him, out of his embarrassment he tried to take a step back only to bump into Solomon who acted as a wall that did not allow him to run away. “I want to make you feel good too” her words were filled with sincerity that almost made him melt. {Name} reached up, her hands rested on his thighs. Solomon’s hand wanders up Simeon’s sides, tracing up to his chest and his fingers toy with the angel's nipples. Simeon throws a hand over his mouth, shocked by his own voice and how loud he moaned when Solomon touched him. “You’re so sensitive” the sorcerer states in a manner that gives away his delight, his teeth nibbling on Simeon’s ear. “We’re going to make you feel amazing.” 

{Name} licks her lips, reaching a delicate hand to touch his aching cock, she takes it in hand and strokes it. Running her hand down his length, up again and circling the sensitive tip with her thumb. The dark haired man gasps, his cute little whimpers leak despite his attempts to withhold them, “Let me hear you.” She purrs, almost entranced by the plea his hand falls from his mouth allowing all his pretty sounds to be heard unrestricted. She keeps moving her hand in a series of exact, unhurried strokes, acclimatizing him to the sensations while Solomon continues to tease his chest, lavishing his ears and neck with kisses and bites. The feeling is breathtaking, so much better than when Simeon did it himself with unpractised touch, this was different and decadent.  {Name} smiled seeing his reception, she took his leaking cockhead into her mouth, Simeon swears his vision blanked for a second. His legs would have buckled beneath him had it not been for Solomon’s swift reaction in catching him by wrapping his arms around Simeon. She internally smiles loving all of his reactions and sensitivity that made him so easy to please. {Name} tried but to her surprise she couldn’t fit all of his cock in her mouth although she tried her best, overextending a little and giving Simeon a brief glimpse in what it meant to have someone choking on his cock. {Name} pulled him out of her mouth, well no matter, she’ll make up for what she couldn’t fit. Her hands stroked him fast, in contrast to the little kisses and licks she pressed to the tip. “{Name}...you have to stop-” interrupting him, {Name} sucked harder with a cheeky look in her eyes, Simeon nearly choked on his moans and was unable to hold anything back from his voice. “It’s fine Simeon, just cum.” Solomon assured him, encouraged him to just let go and give in. That enjoyable pleasure emanated through his body in a greater surge than he had ever experienced, it felt ten- no one hundred times better. Every nerve was on fire, it was by far more intense. His hand went to stop her, the heat circulated throughout his stomach. Solomon seized Simeon’s hand, the other went to push {Name’s} head down further onto Simeon’s cock as he came. His moans followed by soft whimpers as he came back down to earth, realizing he had cum in her mouth. Simeon stuttered a broken apology, {Name} wasn’t even abashed as she swallowed everything he gave her, she pouted and looked towards Solomon. “A little warning next time.” The white haired man chortled and lifted his hands in surrender “Alright, my bad” he gave a faux apology that didn’t sound all that sorry. “Idiot.” {Name} muttered underneath her breath as her hand gave the odd pump to Simeon’s length, while she splattered a series of butterfly kisses along his thighs and hips. 

Solomon clapped his hands together “Well then, we might as well take this to the bed” he stated cheerfully. The three sit themselves atop the bed, which thankfully was large enough to accommodate them all comfortably. {Name} alternates between kissing Solomon and Simeon. “I hope you’re not done yet, you haven’t even gotten to the best part.” The sorcerer teased. He settled behind {Name} and had her laying down in front of the nervous man. One would think after everything that happened his nerves would have settled by now, though Simeon seems to be in denial with himself. Solomon hummed some random tune as his hands spread {Name’s} thighs apart, the angel easily got the gist of what was to come and he shifted to slot between her thighs that felt a little too perfect at accommodating him. “This part is reaaaalllly easy. Just line yourself up right here and push inside.” He pushes his fingers inside as if to demonstrate to Simeon. He nodded, although the poor angel looked dazed and intoxicated. {Name} rested her head against Solomon’s thigh while Simeon bit his lip and pressed against her eager hole. Nervous for the real deal, he took a deep breath and pushed inside. His breath caught in his throat, the warmth, the wetness, the tight feeling that swallowed up every inch of him so eagerly. “Mmm…ah-! It’s-” He couldn’t even put the feeling into words, there was no possible way to explain what he felt. He had a word but felt it highly inappropriate to call this ‘heavenly.’ His body shook, Simeon felt the tightness in his stomach that indicated his orgasm was already creeping up on him.

Solomon chuckled, the sight is so adorable, it was so cute to see a precious little virgin getting their first taste of pleasure and immediately getting drunk off it. Simeon bottomed out, his pelvis meeting {Name’s}, he was so deep and it felt amazing. {Name} moaned as he stretched her out, bumping against her every sensitive spot along the way. She swears she could feel him throb inside. The look on her face was enrapturing, he worried if he was too deep inside and pulled out slightly, Simeon held himself deathly still, taking shallow breaths and wholly convinced if he moved he would cum immediately. Solomon could see him struggling to control himself, it is his first time after all so a little understanding went a long way. Simeon paused and trying to distract himself he looked a little pensive, unsure of whether or not to ask {Name} for a kiss. Well nothing ventured nothing gained he thought to himself. She called to him, snapping him out of his thoughts, Simeon leaned down and kissed her gingerly. Tender and slow, her tongue easily took the lead. She intertwined her tongue with his, drawing him in more and more. Simeon groaned into the kiss trying to keep up. Solomon beamed at the display, his fingers ran through {Name’s} hair. Simeon rutted into her, as much as he felt he could allow with holding back his orgasm. They broke the kiss, Simeon could feel the remnant heat from where they parted. He pulled out slow, sinking in again, all with shallow thrusts. His moans got louder, he kept forgetting himself and sinking all the way inside. {Name} would whine every time he did and Simeon believed this to be painful, regardless, even if he is a complete novice, she could feel him prodding and bumping against all of her good spots inside. Solomon drew her attention away from the angel's divine and flustered face. “I want a little kiss baby” he purred, she kissed his lips in response and he chuckled, licking his lips. “So sweet, but I meant here” Solomon rubbed his hard cock through his pants. He stripped his pants and settled back by {Name}, his thick head demanding entrance as it pressed against her soft lips. {Name} flashed a cheeky grin, and pressed the gentlest kiss to his head, Solomon looked at her with a raised eyebrow and she simply responded “You said a little kiss.” her eyes flashed with the most innocent, could do no wrong expression. “Such a little tease.” He pushed the fat head into her mouth, further and further until he hit the back of her throat and {Name} tapped on his thighs to say she couldn’t take anymore. “Just a little more baby please?” Solomon pleaded, groaning as he shut his eyes, he inched into her mouth again until she tapped on his thighs again. He looked down to see her eyes watering, filling up and tears fell down her cheeks. The sorcerer gave her a moment before filling her throat with his cock again, the sight had distracted and amazed Simeon as his thrust was a bit sharper than the previous ones. {Name} jolted and yelped, which vibrated around Solomon’s cock. He groaned “Fuck…So good.” He would carefully thrust, until {Name} could take no more, pull out a little faster and pause for a few seconds to let {Name} recover before the next thrust. His hand lovingly petted her head “You’re doing so well.” Solomon praised simultaneously as her moans added more vibrations around his length.

Simeon watched the scene unfolding, his body solely focused on his own sensation but he felt a little sad because he wanted more kisses. {Name} got used to the way Solomon is thrusting into her mouth and used her tongue to further tease him, listening to him grunt and curse made her smirk and flash a triumphant glare at him as if she had bested him. The sorcerer hissed and grinned, taking a peek at Simeon to see his subdued and sulking face, he could infer what he wanted. Even the angel’s little bout of jealousy was quite adorable. Solomon leaned closer, his hand grasping under Simeon’s chin as he tilted his face up to look at him and kissed him. Poor baby was so surprised he tried to pull away but Solomon kept a firm grip on his chin and deepened the kiss. Simeon tried to keep up, tried to match the kiss but was overwhelmed. His hand moved from his chin to knot his fingers through Simeon’s hair, unexpectedly and roughly pulling against his dark hair, he placed kisses along the angel’s neck. Solomon made sure to leave his marks as he trailed down. “Move a little faster Simeon.” he stated, Simeon was far too dazed with the kisses to fully understand what Solomon was saying and just nodded along anyway. Solomon noticed it earlier, how Simeon’s virgin body tried its hardest to restrict and control itself. Simeon was already so close to cumming, in the process of holding back he deprived himself and {Name} the full potential of what they could have been experiencing. The sorcerer moved his hand to Simeon’s abdomen, grazing across his naval before resting on his hip. He flashed an evil smirk, the angel was so startled his thrusts stuttered and halted, too afraid to make sense of what just happened when he felt an unusual pressure around the base of his cock. “What is this?” 

“It’s called a cockring.” This was not your ordinary, run of the mill, standard issue kind of thing you bought off of Akuzon. More specifically it is one of the more unusual creations that Solomon dabbled and tinkered with. He created a cockring with magical enhancement, one that denies any and all orgasms of the one wearing it. It will keep the wearer on edge. That oh so tortuous edge before the fall and hold them in that state until it’s released by the one who placed it onto them. I mean it was a multipurpose, easy tool for edging, a cockring and could function as a chasity belt if utilized right. Solomon can guarantee its effectiveness after testing it on an incubus. “With this you won’t cum too quickly.” 

Simeon whined, the prospect of being denied sounded almost too cruel for him to bear. “Please…” Simeon begged with his desperation at its height. He wanted nothing more than Solomon to release him. “Don't misunderstand, it's here to help.” The sorcerer explained, hoping his explanation would clarify whatever misunderstanding the angel had. He nods, having a bit more confidence knowing he won't just cum without warning and it gives him some reassurance. “Just a little longer, give her another orgasm and I'll let you finish at the same time.” Solomon proposed. He nods, and steadies himself. {Name} pulls Solomon’s cock from her mouth, all to beg Simeon to go harder. His slower pace felt good but she needed more. Simeon complies, drawing his cock out and slamming back in harder than he had before. {Name’s} reaction confirms that she is enjoying it and he smiles at seeing her feeling good, and it feels even better knowing that it’s him that is doing it. “Yes! Simeon” she moans, he gets so caught up in it, his body screams in agony at being kept on edge. {Name} whimpers about being close, her nails dig into Simeon’s forearms and he grits his teeth from the assault of extra sensation. The moment her body tensed Solomon made sure to release the cockring, the two of them hitting their long awaited climax. {Name} wraps her legs around Simeon, enjoying how he shuts his eyes and collapses to her chest. Simeon’s arms hold her like a vice in the height of his orgasm. He stills completely, trying to regain his balance. It was the first time he had experienced something so intense. {Name} sighs in content, basking in the afterglow so to say. 

She perks up with a devious glint in her eyes, signaling for Solomon to come closer. “Help me out.” Solomon smirks, his hands hook under Simeon’s arms as he reshuffles him down to the bed and {Name} straddles him, her hand already encouraging his softening cock to get hard for another round. “Wh-what!? I can’t…” Simeon sputters out nervously. Mildly terrified to see her recover so quickly from the earlier orgasm that made {Name} look positively insatiable  “And you say I’m the mean one.” the sorcerer snickers, seeing his human companion on a hunt to once again make Simeon lose his mind. His body betrays him, helped along by {Name’s} delicate and focused touch. Without delaying anymore, she sinks down onto his length. She leans forward and steadies herself by putting her hands on his chest as she starts to ride him and overstimulate him. “{Name} please it’s too much.” Simeon whimpers. She slows her pace, leaning down to kiss the angel, she keeps rocking her hips slowly, Solomon pulls her up and kisses her. “Don’t make me too jealous, baby.” His hand wraps around her throat squeezing lighty, her walls tighten around Simeon’s cock in perfect response to Solomon’s hand. Although he couldn’t deny that seeing Simeon and {Name} together was quite the charming sight. She continues to ride, leaning her head back with suppressed moans and whimpers. The sorcerer smiles, taking hold of the angel's hand and lifting it to her chest. His hands fondle her tits, Simeon leans up and his mouth wraps around a nipple as he caresses it with his tongue. Solomon coos “He’s a natural.” Simeon squeezes down on them, testing the limits for how rough he could actually be. His teeth slowly nip and bite at the sensitive flesh, every nibble eliciting another sound from {Name}. Solomon decides to help her along, his free hand finds its way between her legs as he rubs her clit. “Come on pretty girl, I know you’re close.” Solomon urges, flashing a look to Simeon as he nods and thrusts up in time with her movements. “Ah-!” A yelp escapes from her throat, ‘Simeon- Sol-” she whines their names, unable to keep up with everything she’s experiencing. Simeon keeps thrusting until she falls apart. Simeon gives a few more thrusts until his orgasm follows close after. 

She babbles some nonsense slurred words and incoherent sentences. Simeon looks concerned, seeing her in such a state, “Are you alright?” His words were so sincere, holding genuine worry for her wellbeing. Solomon’s hand surprises him with a pat on the back, “No need to worry, she gets like this after a few orgasms.” Solomon reassures the angel, helping {Name} off of him and gently laying her down on the bed. Solomon pats her face lightly “Stay with me baby, it’s too early to call it quits.” He coos with faux sympathy and kisses her, teasing her tongue before capturing her lip between his teeth. Solomon hums, throwing her legs over his shoulders and rubbing his cock against her wet slit. “Simeon made such a mess inside” he chuckles, Simeon’s face heats up at hearing that. Solomon slams his cock in, letting out a guttural groan “You feel so fucking good.” He puts her into a mating press and thrusts, at first hard and slow before speeding up. Simeon watches intently, unable to tear his eyes away. “You see Simeon, what I learned…{Name} doesn’t really have a preference for things like pace and all that. But she definitely loves it deep.” Solomon bottoms out, feeling her cum around him. He calls Simeon over, and takes his hand. Pressing it down on her tummy, making her whine all the more from the pressure. As Solomon thrusts slowly, Simeon can swear he feels Solomon’s cock moving under his hand. {Name} feels another orgasm ravaging her overstimulated body, she begs for no more. Solomon purrs “Just one more baby. Pretty please?” he pleads, {Name} tries to shuffle away Solomon grabs her hips “Don’t run.” His voice takes on a firmness that made her submit without much effort. “You’re doing so good baby, I’m close. Just a little more, yeah? You can do it.” Solomon pounds into her with sharp thrusts, his brows knit as he can feel the pleasurable surge approaching. He mutters curses as he cums, filling {Name} up. He pauses for a moment before pulling out, looking quite satisfied when he sees his cum overflowing from her. Simeon wasn’t hard before but after watching all that, his body apparently could handle more. {Name} looked absolutely exhausted so he knew he couldn’t exactly ask for anything. The sorcerer notices his state, he flashes a sickly sweet smile and elects that he will take care of Simeon. 

He grabs Simeon, pressing their bodies together and kisses him hard. “You’ve had plenty of practice, yeah? You can keep up.” Solomon murmurs before returning to the kiss feeling how Simeon adapted and keeps up with his flurry of kisses, only stumbling when it comes to the finer control of using his tongue. Solomon pulls away looking pleased “You’re a quick learner.” The sorcerer keeps Simeon’s mouth occupied as his hand slips down to stroke his cock, Simeon sighs. Enjoying the languid movements as opposed to intense ones. It was blatantly obvious however that Solomon’s hands were experienced, quick to seek out every sensitive place that he didn’t even know he had. Every movement in perfect tandem draws out the sweetest moans and whimpers from the angel, his legs buckle from the kiss but Solomon supports his weight and holds him close. His arm safely wrapped around the angel's waist. The very same arm that slowly loosens as his hand slides down Simeon’s body to rest on his ass, giving it a harsh grab. It slightly startles the angel. Solomon’s finger probes Simeon’s hole, “N-no” he whines, Solomon kisses his forehead. “It’s alright, I won’t go any further than this. Trust me.” his hushed voice that spoke so gently reassured Simeon. Carefully he pushes a finger inside, Simeon gasps. He couldn’t put into words exactly what this tickling sensation is. The only word that comes to mind is ‘strange’. It is so unfamiliar, the perfect movements of his finger moving inside while Solomon’s hand continued its consistent pumps on Simeon’s leaking cock. It caused pleasure beyond belief, the whole night was truly one of different sensations but this was probably the most unique. Simeon digs his nails into Solomon’s shoulder, whimpering as he covers the sorcerer's hand in cum. “That’s a good boy, no worries I’ve got you.” He lays Simeon down, {Name} snuggled up to him. Pressing a few affectionate kisses to his back. Solomon swooned at seeing his two dearest darlings cuddling up like sleepy kittens. He lays down, quickly snapping his fingers and there's an obvious change around them. Simeon is surprised, when {Name} chuckles “Magic is so convenient isn’t it?” All it took was a snap of Solomon’s fingers to be all cleaned up and in a fresh set of bedding. The comfort paired with exhaustion had Simeon falling asleep not too long after. {Name} peers at his peaceful face, while Solomon reaches over to brush the hair from his face. “I hope he joins us more often.” 

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"EVERY TIME YOU CLOSE YOUR EYES . . ."

" PROLOGUE "

FEATURING Elphaba & Fiyero (glinda for a small moment!) GENRE angst but some fluff as well. after saving the lion cub, Fiyero and Elphaba share an unexpected romantic moment that leaves him feeling happy but Elphie confused and guilty.

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warnings: small mention of blood, also has dialogue from the movie so it has some spoilers. Also pls do not steal or copy my work, reblogs are v appreciated tho 🫶🏻

“Well someone’s got to do something!” A moment of disbelief and anger is all it was, Elphaba couldn’t believe how obedient and close minded her classmates were. Although she was not friends with the majority of them, Elphie never intended to put them all to sleep with the freshly picked poppies she had gathered that afternoon before class had started. She knew they were her teacher’s, Dr. Dillamond, favorite. He had truly been her one of only friend since her arrival at Shiz. The polen began to take effect as everyone including the staff were fast asleep. She assumed to be the only one awake, giving her the perfect opportunity to free the poor lion cub trapped in the cage, “What is happening?” A voice questioned, making Elphie slightly jump and look to her right. Prince Fiyero, shiz’s new student as well as Glinda’s boyfriend. He was charming, but also self-centered, shallow and slightly irritating. He caught Glinda before her head slammed on the table, “I don’t know, I-I just got mad an-” Elphie cut herself off as he approached the caged lion cub, “Fiyero what are you doing?” She questioned with anger, ready to use her powers again if needed. The prince, carefully as he could, scooped the cub into his uniform blazer, to hide and keep him warm, “Well, are you coming?” He questioned before running out of the lecture room, leaving Elphaba surprised for a few moments before following behind.

The two rushed out to the woods just outside the school grounds, going in far enough to not be noticed by administration, “Here” Elphaba offered, scooping the lion from the prince, “I don’t mean to scare you” She spoke softly, placing him on the ground near a pond, petting him softly with a small yet worried smile, “Why is it you are always causing some sort of commotion?” The prince breaks her away from the cub, fixing his cuff buttons after just taking off his uniform blazer, “I don’t cause commotions, I am one” Elphie replied, still facing the pond, “Yeah, well that’s for sure” He adds. Elphaba narrowed her eyes, yes maybe here at Shiz she hadn’t made a great impression on everyone, but she would not let anyone, especially some stuck up prince, tell her she’s wrong. Elphaba has always stood up for what she believed in, even if the whole world was against her, “So you think I should just keep my mouth shut, is that what you’re saying?” “What? no, no I’m saying-” “You think I want to be this way? You think I want to care this much?” The prince tried to find a moment to speak but she wouldn’t allow it, “I know my life would be much easier if I didn’t care about-” “You ever let anyone else talk?” Fiyero chuckles in disbelief, the two now fully facing each other, “Sorry” She apologizes, used to being so defensive. The two bickered for a few more moments before sitting by the pond, facing their attention back to the lion cub. The small animal was much more calm now, breathing in the forest air and refreshing water, he purred softly when Elphaba drew the back of her finger softly across his fur, becoming more comfortable with her by the minute.

“What did you mean to do back there? And why was I the only one you didn’t do it too?” The prince broke the comforting silence of the forest ambience with the question she feared he asked, because although she wasn’t entirely sure herself, a small sliver of her knew she felt something for him ever since they first met, in the forest after leaving Dr. Dillamond’s quarters, and thought perhaps that's why her magic did not affect him.

“Whoa there!” A male voice spoke, riding at high speed through the dark trees, making elphaba fall on the cold ground covered in leaves and dirt, “I did not see her” spoke the man’s horse, standing still as the man jumped off his horse to help, “Neither did I” He agreed with the mammal. The handsome male adjusted his suit before approaching, reassuring his horse that everything was fine, “So sorry miss, we didn’t see you there you must of . . . “ Elphaba, looking up and facing the man for the first time caught him a bit off guard, but she kept a straight face despite the fear of being trampled on still running through her veins, “. . . Blended with the foliage” “Is this how you go through life?” She is quick to respond “Just running a muck and trampling anyone in your path?” Her voice firm, but not loud.

The man was still stunned by her complexion but was still able to respond, “No” his eyes widened from the situation, taking a glance back at his horse before repeating himself, “Sometimes I’m asleep” A smug look on his face, having a lining of satire in his response. The two stare at each other for a moment, Elphaba clearly not finding joy in his words, “All right, here we go” She finally speaks, setting down her bag “No, I am not seasick” “Neither am I” “No, I did not eat grass as a child” “You didn’t? I did” “And yes, I have always been green” “And the defensiveness, is that a recent development?” His responses were lighthearted but to her cocky, it was interesting though, because no one has ever responded to her questions before, “Hm” was the last he heard from her before Elphaba turned to gather her belongings.

The man’s horse giggles at the situation, which the man can’t help but return a chuckle as well, but quickly cut himself off once he felt her eyes on him again. The man had this charming smolder on, feeling for a moment he be trying to seduce her, she laughed to herself on the inside knowing it was not true. No one has ever or will ever look at her that way, she is not the girl who gains a loving attention from anyone. In this case though she was completely wrong, his gaze was not judgmental but fascinated instead. After looking back one more time, she continued on her original path back to the school grounds, “I’m off for some more trampling, may we offer you a ride?” He asks but she keeps walking to no avail, “No thanks, get stuffed” Her response cold. “Wow” The guy says to himself. In his past whenever he’s ran into a maiden they usually woo over him, he was so used to gaining attention from the female eyes that he never thought there’d every be a day when on rejects him, “Fesville, we have just been spared by a girl” “Indeed” the horse replies.

Elphaba wasn’t sure what this feeling was, it was different, something she had never felt before which was intriguing but terrifying “You’re bleeding” she finally responds, deflecting from his question in order not to let her true feelings slip out, “I’m not” as his eyes trained on the stream of water before meeting hers, Elphie's hand comes up ever so delicately making Fiyero slightly flinch, not in fear of disgust, but because he secretly deep down felt the same thing for Elphaba and knew feeling her touch who just feed more into his temptation, “There” Her fingers lightly grazes the freshly cut scab, trying not to make him wince as his eyes met her, confusion on his face but his heart burning from the inside out, “I must of scratched you” Her hand resting on his cheek, the feeling so nice and loving that he hesitated to pull it away.

It was wrong, he realized that, but he couldn’t deny this feeling any longer, he couldn't deny the somersaults his stomach did whenever she was near him. Certainly at first glance it was shocking to see a green-colored woman as they are not very common, but then he noticed the soft glint in her eyes, how her beautiful braided hair laid upon her shoulder, and damn he’d be lying if he didn't find her stubbornness hot. From the moment they met he knew how defensive she was, it was attractive to say the least but made him sad, angry, that someone could be treated so foul their whole life that every new interaction is started with an explanation for her complexion.

But no longer, no longer would he hold himself back from letting her know how special she truly was, the restraints placed upon his heart by society were becoming undone. “You're beautiful” The prince spoke softly before closing the space between them, his hand now cupping her cheek and the other her waist, dipping her body over the pond, but held her firmly enough so that she wouldn't fall in, and before she could resist, his lips were already on her’s. He was so gentle, so sweet, she hated how he acted so shallow and self-centered because she knew that deep down he was more than just a prince, he had a heart and feelings too, and perhaps he wasn't book smart but nonetheless he still cared deeply for others and apparently the animals too, just like her. It pains her to realize the people in his life treated him more as a trophy than just a human. Her mind became cleared from her thoughts as Fiyero deepened the kiss, his tongue asking for permission. Elphaba hesitated at first but soon allowed herself to give into temptation. So soft, his lips, they were so soft she only hoped he thought the same of her’s. Elphaba wanted him, she wanted more, but instead she opened her eyes and pushed him away.

Glinda was her friend, her new best friend, and although they had a rough start, she was the only person who has ever saw Elphaba for her true self, she was kind, loving and perhaps a bit ditzy but overall more caring than others may realize, she couldn’t betray her like this, how could she after all Glinda has done, “Oh Miss Elphaba, you’re beautiful” the wholesome memory playing through her mind of the two looking in Glinda’s vanity mirror, the blonde bombshell placing light pink rose behind Elphie’s ear, her words mimicking Fiyero’s statement from before “Stop!” Elphaba shouted unintentionally, trying to shut out the thoughts running through her mind. After snapping, she realized that the motion made her push Fiyero forcefully with her magic, “I-I” Her voice lost as her throat became dry, struggling to find the words, “I-I’m sorry” She gasped out of breath before running off back to the courtyard.

Why? When she had just gained a true authentic friendship, why must she go mess it up. She shouldn’t have touched him, maybe if she explains to Glinda what happened maybe she’ll understand, “Elphie!” A sweet familiar voice called out from the fountain located in the middle of the courtyard, “Elphie wait!” Glinda rushes to her friend, “What happened? In the lecture room? Where’s Fiyero?” The questions making Elphaba’s head reel as the guilt began to rush over her again, “I have to go, s-sorry” Her words quick and short before running off. It made Glinda worry, for Fiyero of course but mostly for her friend, she looked pale if even possible and practically sick to her stomach. She looked back towards the direction of her friend but was pulled from her thoughts by Fiyero, “There you are darling, finally decided to wake and bless us with your beauty huh?” Adjusting the buttons on his blazer, acting casual as if nothing had happened.

All well Elphaba never stopped running. She was uncertain of where to go, her bed wasn't an option as her and Glinda shared a room, and the library and diner were usually crowded by this hour. The only other place she could think of was the garden located in the back of the school, where she had met with Madame Morrible on her first day, there she would be able to sort out her thoughts and process the previous events that occurred just moments ago. There was no way Prince Fiyero felt the same right? He couldn't, he'd be blind to choose an outcast over the most popular girl at Shiz. Elphaba sat by the water thinking it was a mistake, a heat of the moment kind of thing and nothing more, after all she is not the kind of girl that ever gets the boy.

" . . . AND FEEL HIS LIPS, YOU'RE FEELING MINE"

[charmedreincarnation]

Heyy, I'm new on tumblr, even though I've been reading void blogs and success stories from chrome over the past few months but this is my first time actually getting tumblr. I've asked this to other bloggers but nobody seemed to reply, maybe they're on break but I don't really know since I'm new here. So I tried the secret subject sleep trigger and after it was over I woke up (as the person in the hypnosis directed me to) and laid on my bed absolutely motionless for about 15 minutes, my legs got sore since they were suspended from from the bed (the bed is a bit small) so I folded my legs while keeping my position same, then I remembered that I saw in a video about astral projection that you can visualize you have a rope hanging above you and feel that you're holding onto that rope and pulling yourself, so I did and it felt like I was actually pulling myself up and finally it felt like my legs were pulled up and once it happened, the thing I experienced after this was mind blowing, I WAS BLOWN. My earphones were still attached but there was no audio playing (since the sleep trigger hypnosis had already ended and my internet wasn't on) but I heard music for a very short while and after that I heard the audio which I previously heard in the mind awake body asleep binarual beats audio by phase evolution and some high pitched sounds occasionally, even tho anything wasn't playing. It felt like I was aggressively being pulled up and thrown down and my skin was being stretched vigorously and it also felt like my body was being tensed up and then back to normal and while this was happening I affirmed for the void, affirmations like 'I am in the void state rn' 'I always wake up in the void' 'Why do I always wake up in the void' such and such. After a while of this everything started to calm down so I thought I was in the void but as things started to calm down I could again slowly hear the background noises (like my mother talking and trees rustling) and again I was feeling how I felt when I laid motionless previously and then eventually my mother woke me up (even though I wasn't really asleep this whole time). I'm writing this long asf paragraph to ask you what actually happened when I experienced that because I am absolutely clueless, where I went wrong because I eventually couldn't enter the void and how I can improve or what I can do to succeed the next time (I'll be trying again tonight).

(I've asked this to quite a few bloggers but got no reply and I don't know if they're on break or if my question got sent)

Love youu and have a great day ahead 💕

There is a whole range of sleep states that negate out-of-body experiences and beyond, from MABA to the void and experiences in between like SATs, hypnagogia, sleep paralysis, the trance state, and etc. I can't tell you what was happening because I'm not you, and even if it was happening to me, I can't tell if I would know what was happening even if it was happening to me.

For everyone, it's very much a learning experience; there are still things that happen to me where I need to do research because it's very new! My mindset is just to affirm and hope for the best because even if it's not something you're aware of, it doesn't mean it can't help or you failed.

Just assume every new experience is an opportunity opening and just take it even if you don’t know what it is because there are things that happened to me in 2020 that I now realize, "Oh, I almost shifted. Oh, that was the void state. Oh, I was astral projecting," now in 2024. There’s a lot of potential in the the unknown and in the realm of OBEs it will benefit you to just assume the best and affirm lol I promise it will take you far