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❛ i’m — i’m sorry. i know you probably don’t forgive me, but i promise, i didn’t...i’m not a cheater, you should know that. what you walked in on isn’t what you think, i promise, i-i... ❜

#open rp #indie rp #open starter #tw: rape #ʷʳᶦᵗᵗᵉᶰ ᶦᶰ ᵗʰᵉˢᵉ ʷᵃᶫᶫˢ ᵃʳᵉ ᵗʰᵉ ˢᵗᵒʳᶦᵉˢ ᵗʰᵃᵗ ᶦ ᶜᵃᶰ'ᵗ ᵉˣᵖᶫᵃᶦᶰ ( threads )#ʷᵉᶫᶜᵒᵐᵉ ᵗᵒ ᵒᵘʳ ⁽ ᶫᶦᵛᶦᶰᵍ ⁾ ᶰᶦᵍʰᵗᵐᵃʳᵉ ( verse || main )#ᵇᵉᶦᶰᵍ ᵃᶫᵒᶰᵉ ᶦˢ ᵛᵉʳʸ ᵈᶦᶠᶠᶦᶜᵘᶫᵗ ( bryn )#ʷᶦᵈᵉ ᵒᵖᵉᶰ ˢᵖᵃᶜᵉˢ﹔ ʳᵘᵐᵒʳ ᵐᵃᵈᵉ ᵃ ᵇᶦᵍ ᵐᶦˢᵗᵃᵏᵉ ( open )

❛ i’m a piece of shit and you still want to be with me? ...no offense, but what the fuck’s wrong with you? ❜

#open rp #indie rp #open starter #ʷʳᶦᵗᵗᵉᶰ ᶦᶰ ᵗʰᵉˢᵉ ʷᵃᶫᶫˢ ᵃʳᵉ ᵗʰᵉ ˢᵗᵒʳᶦᵉˢ ᵗʰᵃᵗ ᶦ ᶜᵃᶰ'ᵗ ᵉˣᵖᶫᵃᶦᶰ ( threads )#ʷᵉᶫᶜᵒᵐᵉ ᵗᵒ ᵒᵘʳ ⁽ ᶫᶦᵛᶦᶰᵍ ⁾ ᶰᶦᵍʰᵗᵐᵃʳᵉ ( verse || main )#ᵈᵉᵃᵗʰ ᶦˢ ᵗʰᵉ ˢᵒᶫᵘᵗᶦᵒᶰ ᵗᵒ ᵃᶫᶫ ᵖʳᵒᵇᶫᵉᵐˢ ( solomon )#ʷᶦᵈᵉ ᵒᵖᵉᶰ ˢᵖᵃᶜᵉˢ﹔ ʳᵘᵐᵒʳ ᵐᵃᵈᵉ ᵃ ᵇᶦᵍ ᵐᶦˢᵗᵃᵏᵉ ( open )

he’s never felt so nervous before. hell, he’s never so nervous he gets sick. and it’s fucking embarrassing. he’s supposed to be cool and collected, especially on dates, but — but he actually really likes this person. and he doesn’t want to mess it up.

the pep talk he’d started giving himself is cut short as he hears the door open, and he turns. there’s his date, in the bathroom, and he just lets out a soft sigh. ❛ sorry — sorry, i didn’t mean to jus’...run off like tha’, just needed a minute. ❜

#open rp #indie rp #open starter #tbh i have a lot of ozzie muse #ʷʳᶦᵗᵗᵉᶰ ᶦᶰ ᵗʰᵉˢᵉ ʷᵃᶫᶫˢ ᵃʳᵉ ᵗʰᵉ ˢᵗᵒʳᶦᵉˢ ᵗʰᵃᵗ ᶦ ᶜᵃᶰ'ᵗ ᵉˣᵖᶫᵃᶦᶰ ( threads )#ʷᵉᶫᶜᵒᵐᵉ ᵗᵒ ᵒᵘʳ ⁽ ᶫᶦᵛᶦᶰᵍ ⁾ ᶰᶦᵍʰᵗᵐᵃʳᵉ ( verse || main )#ᶜʳᶦᵐᶦᶰᵃᶫˢ ᶜᵃᶰ ᵇᵉ ᵃˢ ᶦᶰᵍᵉᶰᶦᵒᵘˢ ᵃˢ ᵗʰᵉ ʳᵉˢᵗ ᵒᶠ ᵘˢ ( ozzie )#ʷᶦᵈᵉ ᵒᵖᵉᶰ ˢᵖᵃᶜᵉˢ﹔ ʳᵘᵐᵒʳ ᵐᵃᵈᵉ ᵃ ᵇᶦᵍ ᵐᶦˢᵗᵃᵏᵉ ( open )

❛ you an’ me? eh? ❜

#open rp #indie rp #open starter #ᶜʳᶦᵐᶦᶰᵃᶫˢ ᶜᵃᶰ ᵇᵉ ᵃˢ ᶦᶰᵍᵉᶰᶦᵒᵘˢ ᵃˢ ᵗʰᵉ ʳᵉˢᵗ ᵒᶠ ᵘˢ ( ozzie )#ʷᵉᶫᶜᵒᵐᵉ ᵗᵒ ᵒᵘʳ ⁽ ᶫᶦᵛᶦᶰᵍ ⁾ ᶰᶦᵍʰᵗᵐᵃʳᵉ ( verse || main )#ʷʳᶦᵗᵗᵉᶰ ᶦᶰ ᵗʰᵉˢᵉ ʷᵃᶫᶫˢ ᵃʳᵉ ᵗʰᵉ ˢᵗᵒʳᶦᵉˢ ᵗʰᵃᵗ ᶦ ᶜᵃᶰ'ᵗ ᵉˣᵖᶫᵃᶦᶰ ( threads )#ʷᶦᵈᵉ ᵒᵖᵉᶰ ˢᵖᵃᶜᵉˢ﹔ ʳᵘᵐᵒʳ ᵐᵃᵈᵉ ᵃ ᵇᶦᵍ ᵐᶦˢᵗᵃᵏᵉ ( open )

quccnsx

“well… yeah. if you want to be with me, that’s what has to happen. i get that you’re a man with needs and all, but i just can’t handle that. feelings and other women don’t usually mix.” dianna looked up at him, wiping her lips gently. “i want to be with you.”

solomon was quiet for a moment before he met her eyes, focusing for a moment before he cleared his throat. ❛ then i’ll just get rid of them. ❜ he offered a small smile. ❛ you realise that us bein’ together means ya gotta meet my kids one day, right? ❜

#quccnsx #ᵈᵉᵃᵗʰ ᶦˢ ᵗʰᵉ ˢᵒᶫᵘᵗᶦᵒᶰ ᵗᵒ ᵃᶫᶫ ᵖʳᵒᵇᶫᵉᵐˢ ( solomon )#ʷʳᶦᵗᵗᵉᶰ ᶦᶰ ᵗʰᵉˢᵉ ʷᵃᶫᶫˢ ᵃʳᵉ ᵗʰᵉ ˢᵗᵒʳᶦᵉˢ ᵗʰᵃᵗ ᶦ ᶜᵃᶰ'ᵗ ᵉˣᵖᶫᵃᶦᶰ ( threads )#ʷᵉᶫᶜᵒᵐᵉ ᵗᵒ ᵒᵘʳ ⁽ ᶫᶦᵛᶦᶰᵍ ⁾ ᶰᶦᵍʰᵗᵐᵃʳᵉ ( verse || main )

amourpoetique

“As if i’d let you anyways.” she giggled, shaking her head as she got comfortable in her own seat. She set her bag of popcorn in her lap and started throwing kernels in her mouth. “What? Sol, if you did that I’d have to take my bottoms completely off.” She laughed as she brought her drink to her lips. “Why would you need twizzlers to kiss me?”

❛ just an excuse. ❜ he tore open the package of licorice and took one end of a piece in his mouth, offering her the other end and arching a brow. the corner of his mouth quirked up in a smirk, showing that the twizzler was perched between his teeth. ❛ lady and the tramp it with me, sweetheart. ❜

#amourpoetique #ʷʳᶦᵗᵗᵉᶰ ᶦᶰ ᵗʰᵉˢᵉ ʷᵃᶫᶫˢ ᵃʳᵉ ᵗʰᵉ ˢᵗᵒʳᶦᵉˢ ᵗʰᵃᵗ ᶦ ᶜᵃᶰ'ᵗ ᵉˣᵖᶫᵃᶦᶰ ( threads )#ᵈᵉᵃᵗʰ ᶦˢ ᵗʰᵉ ˢᵒᶫᵘᵗᶦᵒᶰ ᵗᵒ ᵃᶫᶫ ᵖʳᵒᵇᶫᵉᵐˢ ( solomon )#ʷᵉᶫᶜᵒᵐᵉ ᵗᵒ ᵒᵘʳ ⁽ ᶫᶦᵛᶦᶰᵍ ⁾ ᶰᶦᵍʰᵗᵐᵃʳᵉ ( verse || main )

eggscxlibur

Eggsy laughed in response to the joke, but the question automatically prompted it to fade. Eventually, he managed a rueful smile, “There…was someone, a while ago, but he died.” And that was likely all he’d ever say on the matter.

shit. well, he didn’t remember the guy, not without the mention of a name, but hey, he could go without mentioning it. ❛ sorry to hear that. really, i am. i know what it’s like to lose someone you love. ❜ solomon shifted his weight from one leg to the other. ❛ but hey, even if it’s just for a short while, maybe i can take your mind off of it. a few drinks, maybe we can head back to mine...unless you got somewhere to be, somethin’ to do, or whatever. ❜

#eggscxlibur #ʷʳᶦᵗᵗᵉᶰ ᶦᶰ ᵗʰᵉˢᵉ ʷᵃᶫᶫˢ ᵃʳᵉ ᵗʰᵉ ˢᵗᵒʳᶦᵉˢ ᵗʰᵃᵗ ᶦ ᶜᵃᶰ'ᵗ ᵉˣᵖᶫᵃᶦᶰ ( threads )#ᵈᵉᵃᵗʰ ᶦˢ ᵗʰᵉ ˢᵒᶫᵘᵗᶦᵒᶰ ᵗᵒ ᵃᶫᶫ ᵖʳᵒᵇᶫᵉᵐˢ ( solomon )#ᵗʳᵘᵉ ᶰᵒᵇᶦᶫᶦᵗʸ ᶦˢ ᵇᵉᶦᶰᵍ ˢᵘᵖᵉʳᶦᵒʳ ᵗᵒ ʸᵒᵘʳ ᶠᵒʳᵐᵉʳ ˢᵉᶫᶠ ( verse || kingsman )

phaenomenxn

the brunette merely gave a one-shouldered shrug at that, apparently not very fazed by the mention of hellhounds. “i deal rather well with werewolves on a full moon, though. but maybe it’s not a good idea to bring them to an animal clinic. my coworkers would freak out.” not everyone was versed in the supernatural. “i’ll wait and see then. i’m not really sure i believe you.” she reached to poke at his arm then. “so, can i still follow you around ? i’ll be quiet. sort of. i’m probably gonna ask a shitload of questions.”

❛ they’re just...way bigger than normal dogs. ❜ he hummed softly. ❛ and hey, you stay outta my way, you can do whatever the hell it is you wanna do, i sure as hell ain’t gonna stop you. questions come in between the jobs i gotta do, you stay quiet, try not to be seen, and it’s good. ❜

#phaenomenxn #ʷʳᶦᵗᵗᵉᶰ ᶦᶰ ᵗʰᵉˢᵉ ʷᵃᶫᶫˢ ᵃʳᵉ ᵗʰᵉ ˢᵗᵒʳᶦᵉˢ ᵗʰᵃᵗ ᶦ ᶜᵃᶰ'ᵗ ᵉˣᵖᶫᵃᶦᶰ ( threads )#ᵈᵉᵃᵗʰ ᶦˢ ᵗʰᵉ ˢᵒᶫᵘᵗᶦᵒᶰ ᵗᵒ ᵃᶫᶫ ᵖʳᵒᵇᶫᵉᵐˢ ( solomon )#ʷᵉᶫᶜᵒᵐᵉ ᵗᵒ ᵒᵘʳ ⁽ ᶫᶦᵛᶦᶰᵍ ⁾ ᶰᶦᵍʰᵗᵐᵃʳᵉ ( verse || main )

quccnsx

“i’m not asking you to drop your children. i’m saying i don’t want to be another number to add on to the list of women you bring to your bed. because if i start falling deeply for you, it’s gonna hurt.” she explained gently, looking up at him as he continued to fix her up. “if you wanna be with me, i can’t share you. i’m sorry.”

❛ i didn’t mean the kids, i meant the women. ❜ he watched her closely, his hand pausing until he finally set aside the cloth he was using to clean her up. ❛ i’ll drop them all like hot potatoes, if it makes you happy. you don’t have to share me, and i’m not one for cheating. i been on that end, wouldn’t wish it on someone else. ❜

#quccnsx #ʷʳᶦᵗᵗᵉᶰ ᶦᶰ ᵗʰᵉˢᵉ ʷᵃᶫᶫˢ ᵃʳᵉ ᵗʰᵉ ˢᵗᵒʳᶦᵉˢ ᵗʰᵃᵗ ᶦ ᶜᵃᶰ'ᵗ ᵉˣᵖᶫᵃᶦᶰ ( threads )#ᵈᵉᵃᵗʰ ᶦˢ ᵗʰᵉ ˢᵒᶫᵘᵗᶦᵒᶰ ᵗᵒ ᵃᶫᶫ ᵖʳᵒᵇᶫᵉᵐˢ ( solomon )#ʷᵉᶫᶜᵒᵐᵉ ᵗᵒ ᵒᵘʳ ⁽ ᶫᶦᵛᶦᶰᵍ ⁾ ᶰᶦᵍʰᵗᵐᵃʳᵉ ( verse || main )

phaenomenxn

“like i could help anyways. human, remember ?” still– lozea was still following him around, dark curls bouncing agaist her back, blue eyes staring right ahead. she dodged a hurried soccer mom with a twist of her hips, hands shoved deep into the pockets of her oversized hoodie. “you’re aware i work at an animal clinic that also offers shelter, right ? you could drop them off before hurrying to get some souls.” her tongue clicked against the roof of her mouth, then, and she offered him a grin. “don’t tell me the whole scruffy-and-dark look works on children. i bet you just grab them by the collar without an explaination.”

solomon fidgeted slight with the cigarette in his mouth, his head turning slightly so that he could look at her, just in time to see her dodging that rather quick woman. ❛ yeah, but i’m not sure you want hellhounds in your clinic. mine aren’t exactly the friendliest. ❜ taming the beasts was easy, his just happened to not get along with very many people or beings. ❛ and hey, i’m good with kids. looks can be deceiving. ❜

#phaenomenxn #ᵈᵉᵃᵗʰ ᶦˢ ᵗʰᵉ ˢᵒᶫᵘᵗᶦᵒᶰ ᵗᵒ ᵃᶫᶫ ᵖʳᵒᵇᶫᵉᵐˢ ( solomon )#ʷʳᶦᵗᵗᵉᶰ ᶦᶰ ᵗʰᵉˢᵉ ʷᵃᶫᶫˢ ᵃʳᵉ ᵗʰᵉ ˢᵗᵒʳᶦᵉˢ ᵗʰᵃᵗ ᶦ ᶜᵃᶰ'ᵗ ᵉˣᵖᶫᵃᶦᶰ ( threads )#ʷᵉᶫᶜᵒᵐᵉ ᵗᵒ ᵒᵘʳ ⁽ ᶫᶦᵛᶦᶰᵍ ⁾ ᶰᶦᵍʰᵗᵐᵃʳᵉ ( verse || main )

quccnsx

dianna didn’t even flinch as he cleaned up the blood off of her lips. “do you want to do that? or are you merely saying it to ease my mind?” the girl asked gently, rubbing her sore knuckles. this wasn’t ever a conversation she pictures herself having.

he snorted softly. ❛ wouldn’t be sayin’ it if i wasn’t open to it. ❜ he had mistresses. hadn’t been married in a long time. without a second thought, he’d drop them all. ❛ i got grown kids, but i’m not in touch with ‘em or their mothers. ❜ yeah, every child of his had a different mother. but then again, sol had been alive longer than the earth. he was lucky that he had surviving children. ❛ i’ll drop them all if you want me to yourself. ❜

#quccnsx #ᵈᵉᵃᵗʰ ᶦˢ ᵗʰᵉ ˢᵒᶫᵘᵗᶦᵒᶰ ᵗᵒ ᵃᶫᶫ ᵖʳᵒᵇᶫᵉᵐˢ ( solomon )#ʷʳᶦᵗᵗᵉᶰ ᶦᶰ ᵗʰᵉˢᵉ ʷᵃᶫᶫˢ ᵃʳᵉ ᵗʰᵉ ˢᵗᵒʳᶦᵉˢ ᵗʰᵃᵗ ᶦ ᶜᵃᶰ'ᵗ ᵉˣᵖᶫᵃᶦᶰ ( threads )#ʷᵉᶫᶜᵒᵐᵉ ᵗᵒ ᵒᵘʳ ⁽ ᶫᶦᵛᶦᶰᵍ ⁾ ᶰᶦᵍʰᵗᵐᵃʳᵉ ( verse || main )

eggscxlibur

“Yeah, alright.” Eggsy waited for the other man to lead the way before he followed after, “That’s a plan.” The question as to his relationship status prompted him to nod, “I wouldn’t be flirting with you if I weren’t.” Playfully, he winked, “You are, right? I’m ain’t in a fightin’ mood either.”

❛ as single as a slice o’ kraft. ❜ solomon let out a loud snort, because hey, he found himself to be pretty fucking hilarious. ❛ so, tell me how a nice lookin’ fella like you winds up single. you strike me as the type who’d have a wife with a male mistress on the side. ❜

#eggscxlibur #ᵈᵉᵃᵗʰ ᶦˢ ᵗʰᵉ ˢᵒᶫᵘᵗᶦᵒᶰ ᵗᵒ ᵃᶫᶫ ᵖʳᵒᵇᶫᵉᵐˢ ( solomon )#ʷʳᶦᵗᵗᵉᶰ ᶦᶰ ᵗʰᵉˢᵉ ʷᵃᶫᶫˢ ᵃʳᵉ ᵗʰᵉ ˢᵗᵒʳᶦᵉˢ ᵗʰᵃᵗ ᶦ ᶜᵃᶰ'ᵗ ᵉˣᵖᶫᵃᶦᶰ ( threads )#ᵗʳᵘᵉ ᶰᵒᵇᶦᶫᶦᵗʸ ᶦˢ ᵇᵉᶦᶰᵍ ˢᵘᵖᵉʳᶦᵒʳ ᵗᵒ ʸᵒᵘʳ ᶠᵒʳᵐᵉʳ ˢᵉᶫᶠ ( verse || kingsman )

eggscxlibur

“One drink gets you drunk, huh? Lightweight.” He was joking, of course. Eggsy already had a feeling that he knew where this was going, and he laughed as he canted his head slightly to the side, “So, I guess that means that we shouldn’t go anywhere public.”

solomon snorted softly, nodding his head. ❛ walk with me, eggsy. i need to get a pack of smokes. then i’ll be the one to buy you a drink. and just so you know, it takes more like a few dozen drinks to get me drunk. ❜ he hummed. ❛ so i take it you’re single? ❜

#eggscxlibur #ᵈᵉᵃᵗʰ ᶦˢ ᵗʰᵉ ˢᵒᶫᵘᵗᶦᵒᶰ ᵗᵒ ᵃᶫᶫ ᵖʳᵒᵇᶫᵉᵐˢ ( solomon )#ʷʳᶦᵗᵗᵉᶰ ᶦᶰ ᵗʰᵉˢᵉ ʷᵃᶫᶫˢ ᵃʳᵉ ᵗʰᵉ ˢᵗᵒʳᶦᵉˢ ᵗʰᵃᵗ ᶦ ᶜᵃᶰ'ᵗ ᵉˣᵖᶫᵃᶦᶰ ( threads )#ᵗʳᵘᵉ ᶰᵒᵇᶦᶫᶦᵗʸ ᶦˢ ᵇᵉᶦᶰᵍ ˢᵘᵖᵉʳᶦᵒʳ ᵗᵒ ʸᵒᵘʳ ᶠᵒʳᵐᵉʳ ˢᵉᶫᶠ ( verse || kingsman )

eggscxlibur

“Nah, I’m still learnin’, but I ain’t that young.” The suggestion that Solomon stop by prompted him to nod, “It’s nice to meet you, too. You should, it’s called Kingsman.” Slowly, Eggsy grinned, “How about a drink? I think we’ve decided we ain’t gonna fight. What was that other option again?”

❛ five minutes and you already wanna get me drunk. ❜ though solomon grinned. ❛ yeah, i ain’t in a fightin’ mood today. though that other option is a little more....well, let’s just say that it’s better if we’ve got a drink in our systems, unless i happen to be your type. because you just so seem to be mine. ❜

#eggscxlibur #ᵈᵉᵃᵗʰ ᶦˢ ᵗʰᵉ ˢᵒᶫᵘᵗᶦᵒᶰ ᵗᵒ ᵃᶫᶫ ᵖʳᵒᵇᶫᵉᵐˢ ( solomon )#ʷʳᶦᵗᵗᵉᶰ ᶦᶰ ᵗʰᵉˢᵉ ʷᵃᶫᶫˢ ᵃʳᵉ ᵗʰᵉ ˢᵗᵒʳᶦᵉˢ ᵗʰᵃᵗ ᶦ ᶜᵃᶰ'ᵗ ᵉˣᵖᶫᵃᶦᶰ ( threads )#ᵗʳᵘᵉ ᶰᵒᵇᶦᶫᶦᵗʸ ᶦˢ ᵇᵉᶦᶰᵍ ˢᵘᵖᵉʳᶦᵒʳ ᵗᵒ ʸᵒᵘʳ ᶠᵒʳᵐᵉʳ ˢᵉᶫᶠ ( verse || kingsman )

eggscxlibur

He reached out so that he could take the offered hand, finally smiling, “I’m Eggsy.” He made it a point to pronounce his name clearly–he didn’t need another ‘Eggy’ incident. Briefly, he lowered his gaze to his suit when the other man mentioned it before he returned it to his present company, “I work in a tailor shop.” His suit did draw attention, he noticed, and Eggsy was glad to have a good cover.

❛ you’re a tailor? look a little young. ❜ he didn’t mean it to sound rude, it was just a surprise. trades like that weren’t all too common, especially amongst younger men. ❛ well, it’s a pleasure to make your acquaintance, eggsy. maybe i’ll stop by the tailor shop you work at, need a new suit. ❜

#eggscxlibur #lmao i love that shit eating grin in that icon you used #ʷʳᶦᵗᵗᵉᶰ ᶦᶰ ᵗʰᵉˢᵉ ʷᵃᶫᶫˢ ᵃʳᵉ ᵗʰᵉ ˢᵗᵒʳᶦᵉˢ ᵗʰᵃᵗ ᶦ ᶜᵃᶰ'ᵗ ᵉˣᵖᶫᵃᶦᶰ ( threads )#ᵈᵉᵃᵗʰ ᶦˢ ᵗʰᵉ ˢᵒᶫᵘᵗᶦᵒᶰ ᵗᵒ ᵃᶫᶫ ᵖʳᵒᵇᶫᵉᵐˢ ( solomon )#ᵗʳᵘᵉ ᶰᵒᵇᶦᶫᶦᵗʸ ᶦˢ ᵇᵉᶦᶰᵍ ˢᵘᵖᵉʳᶦᵒʳ ᵗᵒ ʸᵒᵘʳ ᶠᵒʳᵐᵉʳ ˢᵉᶫᶠ ( verse || kingsman )

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Aleister’s already close, perhaps a rare find in that penetration really does it for her. Whether it’s Solomon’s cock, his fingers, or his tongue; just having him inside is enough to get her to come. Breast and nipple play is just an added bonus, the sound of his voice the cherry on the proverbial sundae.

“Fuck, I don’t care,” she fucks him in fluid, bucking motions, riding him as if it’s what she was put on this planet to do. “One, the other, both.” Aleister watches him through heavily lidded eyes, black hair falling into her face as she places her hands flat on his chest for leverage.

Sex comes to her like a second nature, but sentimentality is harder, even as her heart swells with affection as she gazes down at Solomon. Unable to voice it, she ducks her head down so they can make out, lips sliding against one another before her tongue presses into his mouth. She breaks the kiss to rest her forehead against his, listening to their heavy grunts and breathing, the sound of them moving wetly and perfectly together. “Solomon, you’re gonna make me come.”

when she kisses him, he’s quick to reciprocate. their sex isn’t always quick, but he doesn’t mind it when it is. his own orgasm is quickly building, and he can feel it in the pit of his stomach. ❛ love how loose you are for me. ❜ having been alive since the beginning of time, he gets that tightness in a woman isn’t a desirable trait — means the man didn’t do his job in getting his woman turned on enough. ❛ so wet, all for me... ❜ his hips buck upwards, moving in time with hers, but he’s adding more of his strength into the mix. it should be enough to get them both off soon — his lips break from hers as he lets out a soft moan of her name, his eyes squeezing shut. ❛ fuck — i’m close too, baby. ❜ his eyes open slowly and he meets her eyes, captivated for a moment before he leans in to kiss her again, the ferocity in it a kindred spirit to the one possessing his hips.

#variousmethodsofescaape #nsfw #ʷʳᶦᵗᵗᵉᶰ ᶦᶰ ᵗʰᵉˢᵉ ʷᵃᶫᶫˢ ᵃʳᵉ ᵗʰᵉ ˢᵗᵒʳᶦᵉˢ ᵗʰᵃᵗ ᶦ ᶜᵃᶰ'ᵗ ᵉˣᵖᶫᵃᶦᶰ ( threads )#ᵈᵉᵃᵗʰ ᶦˢ ᵗʰᵉ ˢᵒᶫᵘᵗᶦᵒᶰ ᵗᵒ ᵃᶫᶫ ᵖʳᵒᵇᶫᵉᵐˢ ( solomon )#ʷᵉᶫᶜᵒᵐᵉ ᵗᵒ ᵒᵘʳ ⁽ ᶫᶦᵛᶦᶰᵍ ⁾ ᶰᶦᵍʰᵗᵐᵃʳᵉ ( verse || main )

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Fuck.

She shudders, hard, quaking in his skilled hands. Aleister loves the way he talks to her, loves being spoken to in bed. “Not as much as I need you.” She finally gets his pants and underwear off, her own little black skirt quickly following. Much too small to switch their positions on her own, Aleister places a hand on Solomon’s chest, lightly applying pressure to indicate she wants to move.

Once he’s on his back, she’s pulling black, skimpy underwear to the side. Aleister sinks down on him, impaling herself slowly but surely until the bottoms of her thighs touch the tops of his. She takes his hands, guides them to her breasts as she begins to rock her hips in a steady, rhythmic pace.

“Talk to me,” she pants, softly grunting every time he presses inside.

soloman runs his hands slowly up her frame, his tan skin contrasting against her pale skin. he’s big, she’s small. the two of them are opposites, but yet, he feels there’s such a good balance between them. shit — oh, shit, she feels so good. his head falls back, his hands moving from her waist to rest on the small of her back. even the slightest bit of pressure and she knows that he wants more. but right now, this is enough. more than that. ❛ jesus, babe, ❜ he breaths, looking up at her, his hands being tugged now to her breasts. his fingers clutch, gently at first, but his grip tightens a bit every few seconds. his hips move with centuries of expertise, soft gasps of her name just beginning to slip out of his lips. ❛ talk to you ‘bout what? ❜ he teases, fingers brushing over her nipples gently. ❛ about how much i love it when you ride me? or about how much you mean to me? ❜

#variousmethodsofescaape #nsfw #ʷʳᶦᵗᵗᵉᶰ ᶦᶰ ᵗʰᵉˢᵉ ʷᵃᶫᶫˢ ᵃʳᵉ ᵗʰᵉ ˢᵗᵒʳᶦᵉˢ ᵗʰᵃᵗ ᶦ ᶜᵃᶰ'ᵗ ᵉˣᵖᶫᵃᶦᶰ ( threads )#ᵈᵉᵃᵗʰ ᶦˢ ᵗʰᵉ ˢᵒᶫᵘᵗᶦᵒᶰ ᵗᵒ ᵃᶫᶫ ᵖʳᵒᵇᶫᵉᵐˢ ( solomon )#ʷᵉᶫᶜᵒᵐᵉ ᵗᵒ ᵒᵘʳ ⁽ ᶫᶦᵛᶦᶰᵍ ⁾ ᶰᶦᵍʰᵗᵐᵃʳᵉ ( verse || main )

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