#mmm teaching

[iced-souls]

Book of Paviy “chapter” 2 !!

This chapter being on; Paviy Types

It’s just the “magic elements”, though technically they all came from the same type. The “more evolved” the type the more specific the effect.

Before talking about the types themselves, there are some things to mention.

As quickly mentioned in the last chapter, each person has an “attuned paviy” (some have more than 2 but more about that in the paviy cases chapter). What’s this mean? It’s the type that is most absorbed into the core. Usually hereditary in choice. That’s not to say that the other kinds of paviy don’t also absorb into the core, just less so. [if I’m being honest I don’t have an actual name for it so I’m just stickin with attuned paviy for now lol—]

The magic that transports nutrients and bodily functions from one part to another (via the paviy core) is also made up of mostly the attuned paviy. That magic is kinda like veins/muscles/ your entire body, and so the attuned paviy is much more visible then the others. That being said, because it’s working the hardest on your body, and because it’s the most visible, it releases the most effects.

Those effects could be natural, such as having a heat resistance or heat reluctance. But the main effect is Paviy releasal, or “the fun part”/ casting.

Absorption is the paviy going into the core or body, either through the air or through ingestion.

The paviy core gets enough paviy by using the environment/food, but also through a thing called the interpaviy cycle. However, it usually only uses this cycle for body transportation, aka the magic that grabs nutrient from stomach and throws into rectum or something. Part of that cycle magic might also be used as an alternate energy source, depending on how starved the host is, but then again, that isn’t it’s main function, so most species don’t get that much energy from it.

The interpaviy cycle also doesn’t really help with releasal paviy, all it does is allow the ingested paviy look at the core capacity and say “oh their all good here, so i dont need to help them” and now the host has a larger source of paviy to release.

However, that concept only implies to endominal releases. Depending on the species or person (usually species), magic can be cast by using the paviy its core already has (endominal), OR it can absorb/condense/shift the paviy around it to cast back out (exominal). Exominal releasing is much rarer, and not to be confused with “bending” elements like controlling a water puddle.

Now onto the actual types. There’s not as much to say about these, other then most are considered modern and the older ones are considered ancient. They split the two up because of minor differences, the main on being that ancient paviy doesn’t have subtypes, where teah magic might having hundreds of subtypes like conduction, lighting, fire, temperature, etc, ecapsa is ecapsa/space, and thats it.

Subtypes are labelled as subtypes, because while yes they are apart of the same paviy type, for example, a person with sagaz magic may be able to do chemical control with another person also with sagaz cannot.

Usually while people can only naturally learn to use the paviy they’re attuned with, it is possible to learn others. The less related the types are the more difficult it would be.

And that’s it for the second chapter!! Only three more to go.

Hope you enjoyed! As a teaser i guess, tomorrow is gonna be on paviy cases, or illnesses.

[lumiilys]

Once again having many thoughts about Ed enjoying being called ‘bunny’ as well as ‘kitty’

[w1tched]

would sriti ride a horse? would sriti consider riding a horse? will sriti ride a horse in the future? /ref

Sriti prefers to save horses instead by riding a co- gunshots

Ik this is not a srs ask, but I wanna answer regardless :3 Sriti actually isn't familiar with horses because they don't exist on her planet. He'd give horseriding a shot if Boothill ever asked, though, because she knows how much it'd mean to Boothill

[slettlune]

"that singer has a mindblowing vocal range" this, "did you know they can sing 6 octaves" that

cover 'mr. bass man' (1963 doo-wop song where johnny cymbal duets with himself as both tenor and bass) or get out

[honeydots]

put these thoughts on twt and figured i should put 'em here too, i was thinking abt how xander and laslow would both be pretty good w/ soleil's hair..... i don't think either of them would fall into that "dad sucks at styling daughter's hair" stereotype, they'd be able to brush it and put it up and be gentle. xander bc little tiny elise certainly begged her big brother to comb through her hair, style it, style it again if it looked bad rip (tho @glittergluwu and i talked abt her hc of xander needing to develop Hair Skills after his hair turned curly and unmanageable after puberty which i am STILL thinking about LOL) and for laslow, him having helped olivia with her hair when he was little, loved doing it even, just a fond memory. i still think laslow would get emotional seeing soleil a bit older putting her hair up and seeing just how much like his mom she really looks ;A;

[imaginita-est-omnibus]

I’m so tickled by the whole Mavity situation that I want to just casually insert it while I’m teaching and see if anyone reacts.

[kxllerblond]

I think the absolute beauty of Clark's story is, in itself, it is Lisa Thompson's victory. His mother defied statistics and survived his birth, she raised him not just as a single mother but a single human mother to a supernatural creature that didn't just not have a community to get knowledge from but was an actively sought after creature to kill during its adolescence. She survived, she made sure he survived. She gave him an angel's name as his middle name as a FU to both the celestial and damned and she raised him with love and care despite everything.

And with this arc of healing Clark's going through where he's letting himself FEEL again, that's allllll her, baby. All the good parts of Clark were Lisa and they couldn't be snuffed out and they're peeking through whatever bullshit Clark tried to smother them with to protect himself.

She really said the world will not harm my child in a way that lasts and put her whole ass self into that goal and by golly she's accomplished it, even from the grave.

[fantastic-mr-corvid]

was feeling bad cause im fitting sooo much trauma into muras childhood but then i remembered that elves/dhampirs become adults at 110 so actually so much horrible stuff can happen.

[hellokittyish]

continuation of this.

★ thinking about bestfriend!satoru who offers to teach you how to give a blowjob so that you can get some ‘practice’ for if you ever decide to do it to other guys.

imagine his big hand tangling in the back of hair, guiding your curious face closer to his lap as he sits with his lanky legs sprawled out in a manspread atop the couch. “that’s it, pretty girl,” he praises, even though all you’ve actually done so far is simply kneel before him. “do you wanna take it out now? these pants are feeling awfully tight, y’know.”

“o-okay, toru.” you hum, slowly trailing your fingers up his clothed thighs to give the waistband of his sweatpants a small tug while his gentle but firm grip on your hair keeps your gaze locked with his the entire time.

and it’s impossible to hide your reaction of wide-eyed surprise once you realize he’s not even wearing any underwear today, his bare cock slapping against his abdomen once freed and causing your thighs to instinctively press together with how big it is.

“it’s okay to touch it, sweetheart,” satoru coos with a soft grin, wrapping a hand of his own around the base and angling it forward so the leaking head taps teasingly against your heated cheek. “promise ‘lil toru doesn’t bite.”

shaking your head to pull yourself from your daze, you lean down and brush an experimental kiss against the pinkish tip of his cock, earning a deep groan from your bestfriend as a reward.

“mmm… doing s’good for me already,” he encourages, peering down at you through messy white bangs with undeniable tenderness dancing in his bright gaze. “try giving it a little lick too, yeah?”

but unfortunately, satoru doesn’t end up getting much teaching done at all when he can’t stop himself from cumming after just a few laps of your soft tongue along his length — oops!

but it’s fine… because the two of you can just keep trying until he actually lasts long enough to show you the ropes for real, right?

[backtodecembertv]

i think i have some primal instinct that kicks in when i see a large (as in, tall, broad-shouldered) man and makes me want to sit on him

[brightlotusmoon]

Fair. That's absolutely fair. Collective knowledge and all.

*carefully puts money back in wallet* I will use this for groceries that I will cook while reading my free new cookbook.

People with low spoons, someone just recommended this cookbook to me, so I thought I’d pass it on.

I always look at cookbooks for people who have no energy/time to do elaborate meal preparations, and roll my eyes. Like, you want me to stay on my feet for long enough to prepare 15 different ingredients from scratch, and use 5 different pots and pans, when I have chronic fatigue and no dishwasher?

These people seem to get it, though. It’s very simple in places. It’s basically the cookbook for people who think, ‘I’m really bored of those same five low-spoons meals I eat, but I can’t think of anything else to cook that won’t exhaust me’. And it’s free!

[amaranthinespirit]

older boyfriend!simon riley with inexperienced!reader cw: age gap and use of 'daddy'

your relationship with simon might seem a little odd to those around who only manage to catch a glance your direction. i mean, it's not entirely unwarranted, you're such a sweet, docile thing in comparison to your boyfriend who's gruff and brooding most of the time.

he's just as convinced as the rest of them how he managed to be with such a lovely thing as yourself, thanking his lucky stars every night. though he's sure you're one of them, a bright, gleaming star that fell from the night sky into his thick arms, beefy muscles keeping you bound to him.

sure, the age gap made a person wince whenever they heard it, but it didn't matter to you and simon. you loved each other, and that was that.

he takes care of you, teaching you and your naive mind how to be in a relationship, treating you well with gifts and flowers every week. he also teaches you how to take care of him, training your throat to take his thick cock deep. calloused hand wrapped in your hair, veins popping as he groans out, slowly forcing you further as he watches the bulge protrude your throat.

his breaths are labored, chest heaving as he voices gruffly, "mmm, y'learn s'quick, darlin', such a good girl for daddy, hm?" a chuckle rumbles in his chest, hips bucking involuntarily rips a strained cry from your throat, "sorry, baby, yer doin' s'good."

he makes sure to take care of you afterwards, pressing your body into the plush bedding, his hips rolling slowly into your soaking, wanting pussy, your spongy walls stretching around his heavy cock, legs wrapped around his bulky hips. his balls press into the plush of your rear as he takes it slow and loving, pressing kisses to your temple as he mumbles praise and affirmation.

"yeah, tha's it, good girl, takin' daddy s'well, lettin'im take care of ya," his voice is breathless in your ear, his pace never changing as promised, "daddy's got you, c'mon, lovie." his lips trail down to your jaw, kissing along the bone before he nuzzles his face into the junction of your neck and shoulder. his breath warm and fanning across your sweaty, damp skin as he fills you full of his thick, creamy release.

[inkandapex]

pole position

Lando Norris x Y/N

Summary: Lando does his best to teach his girlfriend how to drive — like a winner.

Words: 1.8k

Warnings: swearing

“No, Lando.”

“Please, baby,” Lando practically whines, ignoring the others in the room. “It’s just a quick shoot for the collab merch. In and out. I swear.”

Across the room, Max and his girlfriend P exchange an amused glance, barely holding back their laughter. For the past 20 minutes, they’ve been silent witnesses to Lando’s full-on groveling session — all to convince Y/N to take part in some new Quadrant content in Japan for their Liberty Walk collab.

Y/N shifts on the sofa, arms crossed. “Lan… I don’t know. I get so awkward doing stuff like that.”

“That’s why it’s perfect!” he insists, scooting closer until he’s basically backed her into the corner of the couch. “You don’t have to say anything or act. Just wear the merch, come to the car meet with me, let them snap a few pics, shoot a quick video. That’s it.”

“If it helps,” Max chimes in, lifting a brow, “P and I are filming too. We’ll be there the whole time.”

Y/N hesitates, her expression shifting. “I just…” she trails off, then drops her voice, “Do you want to know the real reason I don’t want to?”

Lando’s face softens. “Of course.”

“It’s the comments. Every time I’m in one of your videos or posts, people say stuff. About me, about us, and I—”

“Baby,” Lando says gently, reaching out to take her hand in both of his. “I don’t give two fucks about what people say. You know that, right? This is a big deal for me, and I want you there. With me.”

She looks into his eyes — all bright and hopeful and full of that boyish charm that always ruins her resolve. She lets out a slow breath.

“Alright,” she says with a soft smile, nodding.

Lando’s entire face lights up. “Yes!” he shouts, yanking her into a hug and nearly knocking her off the couch.

“Should’ve asked for something in return,” Max chuckles, leaning back with a grin.

“Damn,” Y/N says, raising an eyebrow as she pulls back slightly. “I should’ve, huh?”

Lando rolls his eyes at Max, then turns back to her. “Anything you want, my love.”

“Really?” she grins, eyes twinkling with mischief.

“Yeah. Go on.”

“I kinda want a baby blue Miata,” she says sweetly, almost too innocently.

Lando scoffs and flops back onto the couch. “Baby, you can’t even drive.”

“Excuse me?” she gasps. “Yes, I can!”

“You can,” P jumps in, “but you don’t.”

“Only because Lando insists on driving every single time,” she shoots back.

“Because you freaked out the last time we hit the highway!” Lando laughs.

“That was one time!” she protests. “Maybe if I had a baby blue Miata, I’d want to drive more.”

Lando narrows his eyes at her, then grins. “Mmm... deal.”

Y/N laughs, patting his thigh affectionately. “I’m kidding, Lan. I’ll do the Japan thing. Promise.”

Max shakes his head, “Would've pressed him harder for that Miata, though. Just saying”

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Lando had been out running last-minute errands before their flight to Japan the next day, leaving Y/N alone in their apartment. Now, she sat cross-legged on the floor of their closet, half-buried in a mountain of clothes, determined to pack everything perfectly. She was methodically rolling her shirts, one by one, stacking them neatly into the open suitcase beside her.

“Baby?” Lando’s voice called out from the hallway, followed by the familiar clink of his keys landing in the bowl near the front door.

“Bedroom!” she shouted back without looking up, still deep in her folding groove.

She heard his footsteps make their way through the apartment until he finally appeared in the doorway. When she glanced up, her hands paused mid-roll — Lando was grinning like a kid up to no good.

Her brows furrowed suspiciously. “What?”

“What?” he echoed innocently, settling down on the floor across from her.

“That look on your face…” she said slowly, narrowing her eyes. “What did you do?”

Lando shrugged, still wearing that mischievous smirk. “So, you know how we leave for Japan tomorrow night?”

“Mmhm,” she hummed, not looking up this time as she resumed folding.

“And how you so kindly agreed to come to the Quadrant event with me,” he added, voice casual.

She glanced at him again, more suspicious now. “Where is this going, Norris?”

“Just fulfilling a promise,” he said with a dramatic little bite of his lip, reaching behind him and pulling out a small paper bag.

Y/N stared at it as he placed it in front of her. “I’m scared.”

Lando laughed. “Just open it, you muppet.”

Still side-eyeing him, she reached into the bag and pulled out a small black box wrapped with a ribbon. She looked from the box to him, her stomach fluttering a little with curiosity.

Slowly, she untied the ribbon and flipped open the lid — her breath catching the moment her eyes landed on the contents.

“No…” she whispered.

Inside was a single key, the Mazda emblem shining in the light.

“It’s baby blue,” Lando grinned. “Just like you wanted.”

Her jaw dropped. “Shut up. You didn’t!”

“I did,” he laughed, watching her with pure delight. “It’s downstairs. Paperwork’s sorted and everything.”

“You’re fucking mental,” she said, wide-eyed, before launching herself at him. She tackled him into a tight hug, knocking them both back onto the soft carpet of the closet as they dissolved into laughter.

“Ow,” Lando wheezed through his smile, arms wrapped tightly around her. “Come on then—let’s take it out for a test drive.”

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Lando sat in the passenger seat, turned slightly toward Y/N with a soft smile on his face. He watched her in silence, soaking in her excitement as she ran her fingers along the dashboard, adjusted the mirror for the fifth time, and looked around the interior like she couldn’t quite believe it was real. He’d already filmed a few clips on his phone — mostly of her gawking at the car like it was a newborn puppy.

“You really like it, huh?” he smirked, breaking the silence.

Y/N turned to him, eyes wide and a dramatic pout on her lips. “I fucking love it, Lan. This is insane. I love you.”

Lando chuckled, leaning in to press a soft kiss to her lips. “I love you too, baby. But, uh… we’ve been sitting here for like ten minutes now. Think we could maybe… I dunno, drive it?”

“Oh—right!” she laughed, quickly reaching for her seatbelt and clicking it into place. “Okay, okay. Focus.”

He watched as she adjusted her seat, then mumbled under her breath, “Okay… brake is here… this one’s the gas…”

Lando snorted. “Fuck, I knew I should’ve worn a helmet.”

She shot him a glare and smacked his arm.

“Ow!” he yelped, clutching the spot dramatically. “I was kidding, my love! Come on, you’ll be fine.”

She stuck her tongue out at him, then took a deep breath and put her hands on the wheel, her expression shifting into determination — though the slight panic in her eyes was still very much there.

“You ready?” she asked.

“Ready as I’ll ever be,” Lando said with a teasing grin. “Let’s see what this baby blue beast can do.”

Y/N hit the gas a little too enthusiastically, and the car jolted forward.

“Jesus!” Lando yelped, gripping the door handle. “Okay, not that much throttle, Max Verstappen.”

Y/N burst out laughing. “Sorry! Sorry! I got excited!”

“Just… ease into it, yeah?” he said, trying not to smile. “You drive like someone who just got signed by Red Bull and forgot they’re in a Miata.”

“Shut up,” she grinned, easing off the gas as they finally rolled out of the lot. “You bought me the car, now deal with the consequences.”

Lando laughed, eyes still on her — completely in love, even if slightly terrified.

“You gotta relax a bit, baby,” Lando said gently, glancing over at her. “Come on, you know this road — we drive through it all the time.”

Y/N’s jaw was tight, eyes laser-focused on the road ahead, and her knuckles were practically turning white from how hard she was gripping the wheel. “No, Lando,” she sighed, breath shaky. “You drive here all the time. I just sit in the passenger seat, stare out the window, and yap about random shit.”

He tried to hide his smile. “Fair point.”

She took a deep breath in, then out, trying to shake the tension from her shoulders.

“Just look straight ahead, my love,” Lando said softly, his voice calm as his eyes scanned the road. “You’re doing so good.”

“I’m gonna do a Monaco lap,” she mumbled, half-joking.

Lando’s face lit up like a little kid. “Ooooh,” he grinned, sitting up straighter. “What a clean first sector from Y/N L/N! She’s now approaching the iconic hairpin—can she nail it?”

Y/N burst into a laugh but kept her hands steady, guiding the car through the turn with a little more confidence than before.

“There it is! Smooth through the hairpin!” Lando shouted in his best commentator voice, leaning toward the windshield dramatically. “This is vintage Y/N — calm under pressure, minimal tyre degradation!”

She laughed again, the nerves beginning to melt away the farther they got from their apartment.

"How's my pace?" she asks, playing along

"Pace looks good Y/N, let's keep it clean" he responds

Lando stayed quiet when she needed to focus but tossed in bits of advice here and there. She was settling into it now — her grip on the wheel loosening, posture relaxing, her head even bobbing a little to the radio.

As they neared the end of the block — their self-declared “finish line” — Lando couldn’t help himself. He pulled his phone out, already hitting record with a grin.

“Y/N L/N now approaching the finish line!” he exclaimed, holding his phone toward her. “Can she take pole position?!”

Y/N giggled, keeping her eyes on the road. “Shut up, Lando.”

“And it’s pole position for Y/N!” he shouted triumphantly. “What a stellar lap! Purple sectors across the board!

Y/N laughed so hard she nearly missed the turn.

“You’re an idiot,” she grinned, cheeks pink from laughter and pride.

“I’m your idiot,” he said, still recording her.

“And apparently my race engineer.”

“Damn right,” Lando grinned. “We’ve gotta get you a seat now, my love.”

“Oh yeah? I heard McLaren’s looking for a new teammate for Oscar,” Y/N teased, glancing at him with a smirk.

Lando snorted, squeezing her hand. “Okay, maybe not my seat.”

She laughed, intertwining her fingers with his as the city blurred softly around them, late afternoon light filtering through the buildings, casting golden streaks on the dash.

They drove for a while like that, quiet moments filled with warmth and shared glances, her confidence behind the wheel growing with every block.

“You’re actually doing amazing, you know that?” Lando said after a few minutes, voice soft and full of pride.

Y/N looked over, smile tugging at her lips. “It’s the co-driver. He’s kinda cute.”

“Just ‘kinda’?” he grinned.

She shrugged playfully. “He’s growing on me.”

[logansdoll]

professor

the students are excited to have their old biology teacher back, but you can't be that great... right?

CW: fluffy fluff, the events of Last Stand didn't happen, Logan being Logan, reader is a chlorokinetic (controls plants), love at first sight, Logan's down bad off rip

It was a couple months back when word of your return began buzzing around the mansion.

No one knew where the rumor started, or who started it, but the day wasn't even half over before the entire student body was obsessed.

Whispers muttered during class, lunchtime gossip chains, study group pow-wows.

Many couldn't believe it.

You? Come back?

No way.

Some could've sworn you were supposed to be gone for at least a few more years.

Others thought you weren't supposed to come back at all.

And a small few even believed that your arrival could come as soon as the following month.

But after a week or so of no follow up, eventually, the rumor was put to rest, interest diverted to the next, newest gossip on campus.

...

That is... until the story came out.

Apparently, one of the students—who seemed to have some sort of super-hearing—eavesdropped on a conversation between Scott and Charles, and found out you would, in fact, be returning to the school and your position as the biology teacher.

And that was all the students needed to go absolutely berserk.

It wasn't even a full twenty-four hours later before the first meeting of your welcoming committee was held, the new club already having about twenty-five members.

While they began making preparations and to-do lists for your arrival, another group began going out to your garden on the weekends, trimming the overgrown weeds and planting new flowers in their place, caring for them in the meantime.

Some students even started straightening up your old classroom, cleaning the clouded glass of the greenhouse and redecorating with your favorite blooms.

And, of course, Logan had to return from one of his trips right in the middle of it.

Now, at first, he didn't really give a shit.

But out of curiosity, he asked Rogue what all the commotion was about—especially after some kid ran past him with a trolley full of potting soil—and what he gathered was that you were some professor who left about a year ago to teach abroad.

Apparently, you were nearly every kid's favorite teacher, your fun and interactive lessons, along with your genuinely kind and caring personality, touching the hearts of damn near the entire student body.

Even kids who had never met you before were chipping in, helping out those who needed a little extra manpower.

It was almost unbelievable.

'If this chick doesn't show up, Charles is gonna have a nuclear war on his hands...'

"Guys!" Kitty shouted, running straight through the front door and into the foyer. "I think her car just pulled up!"

The following stampede could've ranked as a 9.0 on the Richter scale.

It was eight in the morning on a Saturday, and half the kids were still in their pajamas, but they all moved with lightning speed, grabbing their signs and noise-makers before running down the stairs.

A boy with super speed sprinted to the lower level dorms and woke everyone else, while a girl with the ability to stretch hung up a welcome banner over the archway.

"Hurry! She's walking up!" Kitty reported, her head halfway through a window.

Quickly, the students formed a crowd at the door, the teachers slowly descending the stairs to join them.

"Mmm. She's here already?" Jean yawned, rubbing the sleep from her eyes as she landed on the final step, hand in hand with Scott.

"Still as punctual as ever," he smiled.

"I'll say," Ororo grinned, crossing her robe over her chest, "She wasn't supposed to show up for another week."

Logan was less amused.

No one should have that much energy on a weekend.

Even still, he quietly settled himself off to the side, leaning up against a wall while the others joined the crowd.

'You wouldn't get this kinda reception if the President was the one coming...'

"Y'know..." Ororo started, seemingly out of nowhere, as she joined him on the wall. "I think you'll like her... she's just your type."

He turned to her, raising a brow, "Is she, now?"

Despite his playful tone, he wasn't entertaining the idea in the slightest.

All that true love-soulmate bullshit didn't exist for men like him.

He was 136, going on 137, and had loved and lost enough times to realize that at the end of the day, he'd outlive her.

So why bother?

His life would be one he forever walked alone—a fact he was slowly coming to terms with.

Or at least he thought he was.

Because as you walked through the threshold before him, flashing a heart-stopping grin, he felt all that shit go flying out his head.

You were absolutely beautiful.

And you'd think after 200 years he'd learn...

"Surprise!" the children cheered, proudly holding up their signs and tossing confetti into the air. "Welcome home!"

You gasped, dropping your bags and covering your mouth in shock as you admired the homemade decorations.

"Kids, you shouldn't have!" you smiled brighter than the sun, letting out a small laugh as they all rushed you for a group hug.

And, of course, you were happy to oblige.

"It's good to see you, (y/n)," Scott greeted, he and Jean walking over.

(y/n).

The name sounded like honey on his tongue.

"Logan," Ororo smirked, elbowing her friend in the rib. "You're drooling."

The man cleared his throat, closing his mouth and averting his eyes so they couldn't embarrass him any further.

"Some of you have gotten so big since we last met!" you cheesed, pulling back to examine each of them. "And I see some new faces, too..."

But, against his will, Logan's gaze trailed back to you, Jean's speech going in one ear and out the other.

And when it landed on your face again, he realized he wasn't the only one staring.

Your soft, (e/c) eyes were trained on him as well, their flicker of curiosity and awe completely contrasting your composed demeanor.

It made him feel hot, being subject to your gaze, and he could feel himself thoughtlessly straightening his posture, making himself appear taller, and slightly larger.

You let out a silent laugh, discreetly bringing a hand to your lips to cover it, but not before letting the man get a peak of your smile once more.

Fuck, that smile.

"Can you two quit eye-fucking? It's gross," Scott groaned, joining the two on the wall.

Logan ignored him, looking toward you with a small smirk.

Something about you gave him a good feeling... like things would be different.

Maybe love could exist for him after all...

[tapakah0]

(runout of tags again I hate it here gotta bite the max ammount) #Also. I feel like Ward's perception of Oscar will be changing from now on #Yep. a bastard. a smart bastard. But let's be real. He can survive and get you out, follow him # Mhm. Cass I think I did mention that I was up for the story, because of what could possibly be in this story later # We reached the point where I open the door, close it from inside and throw the key in the window from 10th floor

Part 13 ;)

Oh no, they're roommates now?? Hope you're ready for the fluff, family dynamics, and chaos that follows~

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[aleksatia]

It’s morning. He’s asleep. You wake up in a mischievous mood and decide to surprise him with BJ. Thirty seconds after his orgasm, he…🔥😏

☀️ Xavier

At first, he doesn’t even move. His fingers twitch, his breathing ragged, but his eyes remain closed, his expression frustratingly neutral. Then, suddenly, his hand shoots out, gripping your wrist before you can move away.

His blue eyes open, sharp, assessing, and for a moment, he just watches you, his gaze unreadable. Then, slowly—too slowly—his grip loosens, sliding from your wrist to your jaw.

"That," he murmurs, his voice dangerously low, "was reckless."

His thumb brushes over your lips, studying them like he’s memorizing the way they feel. Then, his gaze flickers up, and something shifts—something dangerous, something dark.

"And now I have no choice," he sighs, rolling onto his side, pinning you beneath him, "but to teach you what happens when you wake me up like that."

☃️ Zayne

His breathing is slow, steady—controlled. For a moment, you think he’s not going to react at all. Then, his fingers twitch against the pillow, his head tilting slightly as he finally exhales.

"You," he mutters, voice still hoarse from sleep, "are going to be the death of me."

His eyes flutter open, piercing and unreadable, but the slight twitch of his lips betrays him—he’s trying not to smirk. He runs a hand through his hair, like he’s analyzing what just happened. Then, finally, he sits up, cracking his neck with a slow roll of his shoulders.

"Alright," he murmurs, reaching for you with cold, steady fingers. "If that’s how you want to start the day…"

His lips brush your temple, deceptively soft. "Then let’s see how long you last when I return the favor."

🧜‍♂️ Rafayel

For a solid five seconds, he just lies there, blinking at the ceiling. Then, his entire body relaxes, and he lets out a deep, satisfied groan, stretching like a cat basking in the sun.

"Oh, my sweet little disaster," he sighs dramatically, turning to pull you against him, his grip lazy but firm. "Are you trying to spoil me first thing in the morning?"

His fingers skim down your spine, his touch light, teasing, and when you try to move, he doesn’t let you go.

"Mmm, no, no, no," he murmurs, voice still thick with sleep as he buries his face in your neck. "It’s your fault I’m in such a good mood now, so you’re staying right here."

His lips brush against your skin, featherlight and playful.

"Besides," he muses, fingers idly tracing your hip, "it’s my turn next, isn’t it?"

🦅 Sylus

His chest rises and falls, his breathing still uneven, but the moment reality catches up, his crimson eyes snap open, locking onto you with something between amusement and sheer hunger.

"Oh, kitten," he exhales, voice still thick and lazy from sleep, but carrying that edge of control you know all too well. He reaches for you—slow, deliberate, like a predator closing in.

His fingers slide into your hair, tilting your chin up as he smirks, still catching his breath.

"You really are a menace first thing in the morning, aren’t you?" His thumb drags lazily across your lower lip, his gaze dark and heavy.

"You better hope you don’t have plans today, because I’m about to enjoy ruining you completely."

He flips you onto your back in one fluid motion, his smirk widening as he hovers over you.

"And I don’t plan on stopping anytime soon."

🍎 Caleb

He shudders, his grip on the sheets tightening, his muscles still tense from the high. For a moment, he just stares at the ceiling, blinking as if his brain hasn’t fully processed what just happened. Then, suddenly—his arm shoots out, yanking you into his chest so fast you let out a startled gasp.

His breathing is still rough, his forehead pressing against yours as he grits his teeth, eyes squeezing shut like he’s struggling to hold himself together.

"You can’t—" His voice is wrecked, desperate, almost pleading.

"You can’t just do that and expect me to—"

He exhales sharply, his grip on you almost possessive, his fingers digging into your waist. Then, his lips brush your ear, voice dangerously low.

"You have no idea what you just did to me. And now, you’d better be ready to deal with the consequences."