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(I'll be on later tomorrow and working on replies 🥺sorry I've been taking long.)

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"You're very generous with your kisses tonight" Arthur purrs as he feels Link's lips brush against his skin once more. His hand comes up to cup the side of the other blond witch's cheek, smoothing a thumb against Link's lips before joining there lips together. Arthur hums as he feels the heat around them keeping them warm. This witch was very talented, of course Arthur knew he was in more ways than one.

"Maybe we can try a different type of target practice while we're out here." Arthur laughs into their lips. He continues to lead the two admits the dark cover of the night. The fellow counselor brings them close to the base of a tall tree, hopefully hiding the two from prying eyes. Without delay, Arthur sunk himself to his knees. His hands already tugging at the sipper of Link's pants. "Won't taste like marshmallows, but it'll be gooey all the same."

"Yeah? I am sure you are multi-talented too though Arthur. But." he paused and leaned into the other blonde man, giving him another kiss on the cheek, moving his lips over his neck and up behind his ear to whisper into it. "I would happily drop my pants for you. Charming like you are." he purred as he pulled back with a mischievous smile of his own. Lincoln warmed the night air around them with a little bit of his aura, letting the heat radiate from him. Making sure it wasn't too overbearing. "Are you trying to teach me here now? I might like a few lessons from you though." He enjoyed the walk, though he felt a little bad about taking Arthur away from his book. "We will have to test and see if it makes the flavor different. All the gooey marshmallow though might get messy."

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(tiny hiatus for me bc of the holiday weekend, gonna be traveling and see family... yay 🙃)

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b ( mf )

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Arthur hated how he must look like to the other counselors, always bending to the campers' requests. Always bending backwards for the witches coming in, seeking wisdom from him. How is Arthur to deny them?

Which lead him to now, once again in some manner of bend for a camper. While he was bent forwards instead, Arthur couldn't help the red shade spreading across his face as PJ's fingers trace across the length of his cunt. The way the younger witch was teasing the entire stretch in a way that got Arthur to do what the camper wanted. It was embarrassing, but the older witch needed it.

Arthur continued to push his hips back into PJ's hand, trying to get the most of the friction. "Such a tease, PJ.." He hums.

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Bright blue eyes stared up at the younger witch as he took his cock deeper into his mouth. A twinkle of mischief shines as Arthur lips drag across PJ's thick length, getting him wet from his tongue. He hums around his cock, tasting the precum leaking from the younger witch's member and mixing with the spit inside Arthur's mouth.

Arthur hums as he swallows the savory flavor of PJ's arousal, his piercing blue eyes maintaining contact with the camper's eyes before taking in the rest of PJ's length. A pair of hands reach behind him, giving PJ's ass a firm squeeze before taking PJ to the base. Arthur's hums still sounding loudly as his throat houses his dick nicely. He wasn't sure if this is what the two of them had wanted at the start, but Arthur wasn't going to complain.

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praise kink thingies

change pet names/gender as needed

"You're taking me so well."

"You're so obedient, good job."

"Fucking you feels so incredible."

"Your ass looks incredible in that."

"You taste so fucking good, baby."

"Shh, be good and hold still, baby."

"You're being such a good boy/girl."

"Yeah, that's it… just like that, baby."

"You're so much fun to use like this."

"Oh, don't you look so pretty like this..."

"You're face looks so cute when you cum."

"Yeah, ride it like that. You're doing so good."

"I could listen to the noises you make all day."

"I'm so lucky to have you to play with, aren't I?"

"Open your mouth, baby. Just like that, good…"

"You're so good at that… gonna make me cum."

"You’ve been so good lately, you deserve a reward."

"I love the way you look when you’re on your knees."

"Just like that.. you know how to please me so well."

"On your knees, sweetheart… that's a good boy/girl."

"I love it when you whimper like that, it sounds so cute."

"Did you wear that just for me? Oh, it's gorgeous, baby."

"Go on, beg for this, baby. You sound so cute when you beg."

"You make such pretty noises... let's have you make some more."

"Let me see your face while I fuck you. You're too cute not to look at."

"No, keep looking at me. I want to see those gorgeous eyes roll back."

"Aw, do you get shy when I praise you? But, you are such a good boy/girl."

"Don't worry, you can take it. Good boys/girls take everything they're given."

"I'm so proud of you for safewording, baby. Good job, now let's get you cleaned up."

"No, look in the mirror, baby. You deserve to see how how good you look right now, too."

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Arthur curses under his breath as he felt the younger witch's hand drag against his cloth covered cunt. He understood the importance of keeping boundaries between teachers and students, but with the impressive skills some seemed to possess, it began harder for Arthur to resist. It didn't help when Niimi was practically petting his pussy. With how in need the witch had become, Arthur was half-convinced his aroused cunt would pet back.

"Fuck it.." Arthur hisses in a whisper, his hands grabbing at the kitchenette counter of his cabin. He couldn't help himself any longer. With a simple movement, Arthur drops his pair of underwear around his ankle. His hips push themselves out for the younger witch to do as he pleased with his cunt. "Go ahead.." He breathes out, looking back at the younger witch, "Do your worst."

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7. [ MF ] / [ MM ] i'll leave the decision between mf or mm to you <3

Arthur bit his lip as his grinds his cunt against PJ's, the younger witch's tongue feeling very pleasing with each stroke he felt. His hand carding through PJ's hair, softly teasing at the young man's scalp before pressing his cunt closer into his face. He couldn't help feel excitable with the campers and counselors. Arthur found himself sharing his bed with other witches often, he sometimes felt he was on the verge of casting a new spell with sex magic.

Arthur's hand began tightening its grip as he felt PJ's tongue across his folds, deeper too. The push of his hips guiding his tongue to go deeper. He had to practice restraint with this one, not wanting to crush the younger witch's skull in between his thighs. "That tongue of yours, PJ..."

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@lukazlaska asked for: 6.d & 6 MF

Arthur had his share of fun at camp with the campers before. The younger witches were always full of energy, energy that Arthur didn't mind helping in being an outlet for. His expectations of those with higher energy might have been misplaced as the witch seemingly imparting their energy in between Arthur's legs was a counselor like himself. A bit older in years, though Arthur wasn't sure as too how many exactly.

He started the night with his glasses on and his legs wrapped around Lukas's hips. His lips pressed against the older witch as his cunt got pumped full of his cock. Soft hums and moans filled Arthur's cabin the deeper and faster Lukas fucked inside of him. He had always sought out older witches for their wisdom and experience and it had seemed as though Lukas was teaching his fellow counselor well.

His hands grabbed at Lukas' large and built arm that held Arthur against Lukas' chest. His larger frame nearly swallowed the younger witch. Arthur's hips push themselves back, matching the hard fucks thrust into him, joining his moans in filling the cabin's air. His toes curled and his swollen cunt tightened as Lukas continued to push himself deeper inside of him. "Fuck.. Lukas... So close.."

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i am feeling so #charm-attacked rn » 1/∞ 

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"Well, my compliments to your Nana." Arthur raised his cup towards Ishmael, a warm smile spreads across his lips as he takes another sip. He hums as the warmth of the tea soothes the witch's nerves and throat. He hums at the taste once more. "It's like it keeps getting better with each sip."

Ishmael's words echoed inside of Arthur's thoughts, trying to resonate and not let his anxiousness get the best of him. He needed to be there for the campers and counselors too. With another sip of his tea, Arthur gives a nod to the fellow witch and counselor.

"I might make my way to the bookstore later, see if there's any bit of magic I might have missed that could help keep us safer." Arthur says lowly. He places the finished cup of tea down on the table, the warmth still radiating from the porcelain in steamy wisps. "I wanted to ask for you to join me, perhaps we can find something together."

"I don't mind walking around the camp perimeter before we do. Make sure we haven't missed anything on our way there?" Arthur offers.

"This all gets a little heavy when we grow in our abilities, remember? Even while we're still learning to master them. Even if it doesn't, we'll learn to adapt and manage with it. It indeed shall pass." In a very inclusive, overarching way, Ishmael referenced the entire experience. The reasoning why this camp was so important for those expanding in their abilities. When outside methodologies didn't resolve their challenges. He would never argue the point that they all surrendered to the consequences of gathering in such great numbers. But it was evident. He'd also never internalize the flaws of some group that sought to hunt them. At least, he tried.

"Oh. I'm sure Nana would appreciate the compliments. I can't take the credit for her creation." Ishmael smiled, dotting on the fondness of those memories of watching the woman whip up a series of confections. The tea was just one of the easier and quicker things to produce in such a large quantity. He couldn't dwell on it too long due to Arthur's question drawing him back into reality. He withdrew his gaze from the number of campers that passed them by and he chose to answer honestly, openly, and fully transparent. "I am unsure if we'll ever be enough but I'll be damned if I don't exhaust every single tool within my wheelhouse to make sure they ever question the danger of fucking with us." He meant every word. "Not while I have even a speck of life within my body. That is my declaration. That is my decree."

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"I'm..." Arthur began, but couldn't quite put into words his feelings, literally. He gives a half-hearted shrug and smile before closing the door behind him. "I'm sure you can guess."

Despite the type A and organized personality Arthur usually exuded, his cabin told a bit of different story. While they were indeed more books than furniture in certain areas of the cabin, the books did happen to gather themselves in odd places. The small kitchenette nearby the front door being one of them. Suddenly the simple act of tea in the kitchen felt like an arson attempt waiting to happen.

"I'm attempting to center myself, can't exactly help others if I'm too deep into my thoughts. How about you?" Arthur brought over a couple cups of tea for Javier and himself. "It's chamomile." He chimes softly, "How are you holding up?"

"i'm glad you're at least doing a little better, last night was... a lot. would be very surprised if anyone was unphased by it." javier had made it his person responsibility and chore to check up on everyone, campers and counselors, who had witnessed the scene at the bonfire last night, this was his first stop of the morning. he knew how scary and weird it must have been for some of the others, especially the ones that had known the deceased witch. the young councilor still wasn't sure how he felt about his friends death, or possible murder, he hadn't really processed it, he would do that when he was alone in his cabin and when he had found out what had really happened to his friend, kawehl. "tea would be wonderful, thank you." javier gave the other a soft, gentle smile as he took a step into arthur's cabin. "i'm okay, not really hungry, thank you. but how are you feeling today?"

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"That tends to be my M.O. at times." Arthur smirks at the nearly naked witch in front of him, biting his lip as his piercing blue eyes were glued to Biard's hands and the way they manipulated his zipper, his eyes seemingly being manipulated in the same way. They followed as they dragged along the other's zipper, almost trying to will the other into undoing his pants.

"Can't help being a glutton for pleasure. Especially when the meals around here look so delectable." Arthur continues, his eyes trailing up across Baird's arms. He cross his own arms in front of his chest, subtly trying to compare them to the green witch's built arms. It unintentionally pushes up Arthur's muscly pecs. The fabric of his shirt is also pulled taut across the witch's chest, displaying their smoothness nicely.

"Well..." Arthur begins to say in a low purr, stepping closer to the green shirtless witch in front of him, a mischievous flash of light dances across his glasses before adding, "Whip it out, Shaw."

'Both options? Well now you're just being greedy." The Scottish witch teased as he pulled his hands from the dirt, pressing them together he dusted off the last off the dirt and turned his head to meet the sight of the older witch standing there. While he wasn't a potions witch, he was always someone who enjoyed tending to life in whatever form spoke to him in the moment. Part of him wanted to tease the older man about having his head in books instead of out in the world. There's a matching smirk on his face as the other stepped closer. Baird made no attempt to hide his bare chest or the way his tight pants hung sinfully low on his hips.

"Pretty sure I'm the last person people need to be checking up. I'm more used to death than most people." He pointed out for the more serious mention of sharing each others vulnerable moments. Besides, it was far more fun to focus on those teasing other words.

There's an easy chuckle as his hands dropped to the zipper of his pants rather teasingly.

"Well if you're hoping for me to get my cock out for your viewing pleasure. All you gotta do is ask, Artie." He drawled with that twinkle in his eyes.

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"Damn... Guess I did find something..." Arthur comments, smirking at the younger witch, looking up at the moon above them. "What's in those lunar energies?" Arthur teases.

He closes the book in front of him before setting it aside on his own chair, standing from the seat as Arthur took to accept Niimi's challenge. He steps closer to the younger witch, taking in their physique once more with each step Arthur took. Standing face to face with Niimi, Arthur brushes a hand across the younger witch's lean body.

"And how exactly will you display how fertile you are?" Arthur asked in a teasing tone while teasing his finger tips across Niimi's lower torso, climbing them across the younger witch's chest.

"Full moon. Have to give it my all."

Niimi chuckles at the comments but preen under the gaze. They may not be the peak of muscular men or the perfection of androgyny but they're still proud of their body.

"Well, here's hoping the next page is enlightening."

They dramatically run their hand through their hair, stretching their upper body to really show off to the man.

"Feeling much better. Rejuvenated." They smirk. "And very fertile if you're interested."

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"Sitting down on what, exactly?" Arthur could feel the back of his mind thinking. His exhausted mental state nearly letting that phrase slip passed his initial filter. Though, it wouldn't have been out of nowhere. Laurent was quite handsome and their many "private" errands together did make it difficult to focus on certain tasks at time. It didn't help that he was very handsome... Wait a sec. Hecate above, even Arthur's narration was having trouble focusing - the nearly drowsy after effects of staying up seemingly spreading outside the witch.

"Sounds like a plan." Arthur begins to say, his eyes narrowing in on the fellow witch. His eyebrows knitted themselves together curiously.

"Indulge you how?" Arthur began to ask, "Not that I don't enjoy your company, I'm pretty sure you know I do..." He chuckles a bit bashfully, scratching the back of his head slightly. "I just... I want to be helpful." Arthur adds in a lower whisper. He had spent his younger years running from his own kind before for being seen as a burden, Arthur didn't want this place to befall the same fate, especially when he had a chance to defend it. He sighs before offering Laurent a smile, "But I'm happy to have you lead, Laurent."

Lack of sleep was something that plagued more than just a few of the counselors. Laurent was guilty at staying up late especially when the camp seemed in danger. Yes, he understood that that sometimes hindered his ability to help in moments of need, it was a habit that he struggled with breaking sometimes. That being said, Laurent often recognized that signs of long nights on others. "I would love to help. Mainly to take some of the work off of you." He offered a warm hand on the other's arm. He titled his head as he looked at the circles under his eyes. "You know as well as I do that overworking yourself to the point of exhaustion isn't going to help anyone. " He does move them towards the bookstore still, wanting to do some of his own research while Arthur watched. "How about this? You indulge me with sitting down and keeping me company for an hour, while I do all of the activity?"

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Arthur didn't consider himself a medium, at least not a talented one. In fact, he felt that type of gift to be reserved for witches far more patient than himself. Tonight, however, the counselor was sure his moans were loud enough to wake the dead. If any ember of ectoplasmic origin was awoken around his cabin, Arthur would now know it was due to the rough fucking being given to him by the camper sharing his bed tonight.

Arthur held onto PJ's hips, his legs spreading wider with each trust from the younger witch. Low and guttural moans filled the cabin air, reaching far outside the witch's cabin walls as Arthur's walls were being carved out by the younger witch. The moans quickly turned into laughter as pleasure swam through the counselor's body, each thrust of PJ's cock pushing into his pink wet walls sending a spark of pleasure across Arthur's spine.

He bites his lips slightly as Arthur's pleasure began pushing him closer and closer to his orgasm. Arthur's toes curled as his cunt cums around PJ's cock. A hand reaches behind the younger witch's head, carding through his hair as he pulls him in for a kiss, laying PJ next to him, grinding his spend cunt into his cock while continuing to kiss him.

"Such a trooper." He breathes out, impressed with the young witch's stamina.

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"I'm sure a few a of us came to this place running. Some probably trying to get away from something we left behind." Some of them catching up to us in the end, Arthur couldn't help but think, remembering Kawehi's visit to the camp after his demise. It was an odd thought to have now, especially with the counselor's apparent display of his chest towards Isamu. "Sexy librarian, huh? Remind me to bring a ruler with me to keep you from making too much noise." He chuckles.

"Not an official talent, but I do have an impressive memory. You know, they say the body has a memory of its own?" Arthur's eyes narrow at the younger witchling as his hand cups his pec nicely. The older counselor bites his lip in intrigue. Arthur couldn't be surprised by the other witch's actions, probably the counselor's own doing with how daring and blatant he's gotten with campers and counselors a like over the years.

Arthur inhales, the size of his pec increasing and the grip from the other man growing tighter against Isamu's palm. Meanwhile a hand couldn't help run itself across Isamu's hips, feeling at the sturdy shape and curve of the camp goer while Arthur flexes his pec in Isamu's hand.

“Do   we?   Tell   me,   sexy   librarian,   how   many   secrets   do   you   have   hidden   in   the   past?”   Normally   Isamu   wasn't   the   one   to   talk   about   the   dark   things   he   had   hidden   away.   He   didn't   know   if   Arthur   would   admit   to   any,   but   he   was   still   hinting   to   it.   That   alone   was   enough   to   make   the   younger   witch   curious.   He   was   really   going   to   have   to   stop   poking   around   into   people's   lives.   “I'll   have   to   quiz   you   one   of   these   days.   i   didn't   know   I   was   in   the   presence   of   a   memory   witch.” 

When   the   older   of   the   two   poked   out   his   chest,   the   younger   seemed   to   grow   more   intrigued   by   the   minute.   He   wanted   to   know   his   ins   and   outs.   Why   he   was   reading   that   book,   why   he   was   being   so   teasing.   Not   one   to   hold   back   either,   Isamu   just   fully   cupped   one   of   Arthur's   pecs   with   his   hand.   He   waited   for   him   to   inhale   to   squeeze   it,   literally   copping   a   feel   the   best   that   he   could   while   they   were   having   a   regular   conversation. 

“Then   you   just   have   to   name   a   time   and   place.”   He   was   pretty   easy,   which   he   shouldn't   admit.   “So   it   would   be   a   yum.”