abandon hope, all ye who enter here.

—Weep, little lion man. You know that you have seen this all before. Tremble, little lion man.

[wyatt-jacobson]

[moonlightseeeker]

Well yeah, but you should still be careful. Does the healing mean you guys can last longer in smoke, though?

[wyatt-jacobson]

If you mean breathing it in, yes and no. Human or werewolf, it's still pretty hard to breathe through polluted oxygen. But if the smoke's hot enough to burn our airways, which it generally is, we can definitely last longer than any human. We have breathing masks though. But just standing in the smoke usually won't do much. Maybe a first or second degree burn if we don't have our suits on. But even then, they'll heal in a minute.

[wyatt-jacobson]

E. | wyatt & sophie

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There was no point in denying it. Wyatt was an experienced man. He had over a decade's worth of encounters and he knew how to touch Sophie. He knew how to make her gasp, hold her breath, squirm, moan, scream. And he knew how to make her dizzy with ecstasy. He was going to take his time. He wasn't going to give her what she begged for because he knew she'd love the teasing in the long run. He needed to prime her for this and it would be a process, but he didn't mind watching the show, especially when he was the cause of it.

His tongue lapped at her folds expertly, but for a short-lived moment. His hold on her thighs was like iron and when she bucked her hips back, he pushed her further away. In the process, he'd spread her legs even farther apart. "Calm down, babe. I'll give you what you need," he mumbled reassuringly, as if they weren't engaged in such a sinuous act, a gentle chuckle rumbling in his throat. He gave her one last lick, her slit warm beneath his tastebuds. He savored her sweet taste, her sweet scent. And as he did so, he attempted to slip one finger into her. One fit easily, and she fit around his finger like a glove. But that was just the problem -- she was still too tight. Not relaxed enough. Which meant he was far from done.

She was wet, alright. Her moisture was smeared across his lips, coating his middle finger. But not wet enough. And that was alright, because Wyatt had plenty of solutions. She was driving him crazy, and by now he was almost fully erect but she wasn't fucking ready. He leaned forward to suck on her swollen clit, lap at it as he thrusted his finger and and out of her simultaneously. 

[mortalharper]

Do you need alcohol to help with that? And by alcohol I mean real, disinfectant, experience-another-burn alcohol.

[wyatt-jacobson]

No, I'm good. I don't think you're supposed to put alcohol in deep wounds actually, but what do I know? Look, 's almost all healed anyway.

[moonlightseeeker]

I’m just wondering, that gash isn’t very reassuring. You guys aren’t invincible, you know.

[wyatt-jacobson]

I know that, but we're pretty close to invincible. Gotta be worth something.

[moonlightseeeker]

If you say so…do you guys get hurt like that a lot?

[wyatt-jacobson]

Sometimes. But we're fine, Naomi. Don't get all panicked. This just happened because the leg of my uniform got caught on something and tore off. It'll heal in no time. See? Look. Almost all gone.

[wyatt-jacobson]

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His hands had found her waist, though she was still fully exposed to him and the sight drove him mad. Her body was already readying itself for him and all sense flew out of the window when he breathed in her heavy scent. Wyatt pushed her further across the canvas of her mattress so that he could find a more comfortable position. And it all transitioned so easily. His palms dragged down her hips from her waist, scoped over the soft flesh of her bare ass and straight down to her inner thighs, his touch just missing her most sensitive area, the entrance that he truly wanted to delve into. And maybe she didn't know it yet, or maybe she'd made a guess at what he was about to do, but he was growing in his boxers and with how tight she was, he knew he'd never fit without more foreplay.

And what better foreplay than a little handy work? A little desert before the dinner?

She was on her hands and knees and Wyatt easily grasped onto her thighs to spread them apart for him. This was nearly his favorite part -- watching his woman explode with pleasure when he hardly had to touch her.

He took his time to linger, knowing that a slower pace would always be best for when he really needed her dripping. Wyatt was concentrated, focused, as he pressed the pads of his thumbs into her swollen lips and gently pulled them apart. He was silent, but his breathing had become heavier and his member was throbbing against the restraints of these damn boxers, but he had to remember that it wasn't time yet. Right now, it was time to give her a helping hand, to make sure that she at least got something out of this. 

So Wyatt leaned forward, inhaling Sophie deeply before suddenly allowing himself to trespass that final boundary and dragging his tongue up her moistened slit.

[mortalharper]

Thought you were supposed to emerge unscathed from the flames.

[wyatt-jacobson]

I'm still partially human, you know. It's gonna take a few minutes with something as bad as this.

[jett-sinclair]

"I remember that. It’s definitely hard to concentrate on getting your leg snapped back into place when there’s a nice pair of cans in your face. Did she smack you? Wouldn’t be such a problem if you were an ass man."

[wyatt-jacobson]

"'Sactly. Nah, she didn't smack me. I thought she was though. But she didn't even comment on it, it was awesome. Hey, don't get me wrong... I love a nice ass. It's just... damn. When a girl has a nice rack, it's like everything is right in the world."

[moonlightseeeker]

Yikes that looks bad. Need any help?

Wait - isn’t that gonna heal in like two minutes?

[wyatt-jacobson]

No, don't need any help. I'm thinking more like five minutes, just because it's almost down to the bone... So if I give it a little help, it might heal in like two minutes.

[jett-sinclair]

"You know it’s all about hot nurses, not doctors."

[wyatt-jacobson]

"I don't know, man, I've seen some pretty hot doctors. Remember that one time I broke my leg back in high school? The doctor I had at the hospital had these huge -- and I mean huge, like double D's and I couldn't even concentrate because they were right in my face and she was getting mad but I couldn't help it, you know?"

[wyatt-jacobson]

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It was as if he was in internal conflict. He kissed her back. He kissed her roughly. He took her face into his large hands, holding her still as he took it upon himself to deepen their dance until suddenly one hand found the back of Sophie's head, and with a handful of her hair, he tugged her away from him, breaking their kiss before it could amount to anything. In one swift movement, he'd grabbed her waist, spun her to face her bed and pushed her forward to land on the mattress. "Stay like that. Don't kiss me," he requested, his tone low and gruff. 

He didn't give her any option. Wyatt was running off of instinct, not thinking about any consequences, not truly acknowledging the extent of this, the extent of who they were and what they were doing because he wanted this. He wanted this so badly, nothing was going to get in his way. Especially not a heap of lace.

He didn't ask her. He didn't make sure it was alright. She'd already given him her consent, so his fingers hooked into the edge of her panties and Wyatt tugged them down her milky thighs and, all at once, he felt the desire explode within him. 

[sydblvke-blog]

That’s an understatement, that looks horrible. 

[wyatt-jacobson]

It's fine. I'll survive. Just gotta give it a couple of minutes.

[jett-sinclair]

"Dude, awesome. Just what the doctor ordered."

[wyatt-jacobson]

"Was the doctor hot?"

[wyatt-jacobson]

E. | wyatt & sophie

The anticipation was surging through him and though it tried every outlet, sensibility couldn't worm its way into his head. This was reckless. He knew that. But he didn't care. And as he unlocked the door, turned the knob gently and creaked it open, Wyatt knew that this was it. The decision weighed heavily in the balance of his sauntering, but each step that he took -- ascending the stairs -- drew him nearer to the ultimatum that he knew he'd already truly decided. None of this made any sense. None of it except for what existed beneath his every interaction with Sophie now -- lust. Undeniable, maddening lust. And now that the opportunity to truly act on it had presented itself, how could he say no?

Wyatt's ascend was silent, save for a few creaks of the floorboards, and when he tapped on her bedroom door just before pushing it open, a small smirk tugged at his lips. As he entered, he didn't quite look at her. Instead, his gaze was trained on the floor as if in thought. Wyatt shut the door behind him and sauntered further into the room as he spoke casually. He could have been talking about the weather. "You know, I never got to apologize to you about the other night."

He shrugged off his jacket. Then his shirt.

 "I figured, I regretted it." He paused, unbuckling his belt. The want for her was pulsing beneath his every moment, shining in the hard gaze he addressed her with. His eyes didn't meet her face. Instead, they trailed down the curves of her body, taunting him. But then his eyes locked onto hers, and he tugged his pants down to his ankles, stepped out of them. He was left in just his boxers, and for a moment, he just stared across the room at her, just a few feet away. His nerves felt like they were ablaze, egging him on, begging him to close the distance between them and feel every inch of her body. And in one last suspended moment, he finished his thought -- "But I didn't regret it. And I'm not going to regret this."

[wyatt-jacobson]

Text || Wyatt

Sophie: I don't have any E lol

Wyatt: That's all that's holding you back?

[wyatt-jacobson]

Text || Wyatt

Sophie: I mean I've heard that was true, but there's no one here, so.

Wyatt: I'm here.