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Stella x Beatrix - Sensory Deprivation

[(Anonymous)]

Bonus points if it's magical blindness.

Re: Stella x Beatrix - Sensory Deprivation

[(Anonymous)]

+1

Riven x Beatrix - Electricity Play

[(Anonymous)]

Beatrix does know how to use her power for a variety of goals.

Re: Riven x Beatrix - Electricity Play

[(Anonymous)]

+1

Sky x Bloom + Temperature Play

[(Anonymous)]

Fire fairies carry temperature play with them. (Inflicting or inflicted).

Re: Sky x Bloom + Temperature Play

[(Anonymous)]

+1

Sky x Stella + Mirror Sex

[(Anonymous)]

"Is it weird having sex with someone who looks just like you or is that kind of the point?"

Re: Sky x Stella + Mirror Sex

[(Anonymous)]

+1

Silrah + Ice play

[(Anonymous)]

bonus points if it includes use of magic

Re: Silrah + Ice play

[(Anonymous)]

+1

Riven x Musa + lap dance

[(Anonymous)]

Musa used to be a dancer, Riven teases her into proving it. Thinking along the lines of "no, this is how you do it" and then one thing leads to another...

Re: Riven x Musa + lap dance

[(Anonymous)]

+1

Saul x Stella + affair (TW: age gap)

[(Anonymous)]

Stella spends a fair amount of time at Sky's house...Saul's house. Would love for this to be relatively canon compliant and Saul is at first unimpressed by the princess but gradually tortures himself about his growing feelings for his son's girlfriend.

Re: Saul x Stella + affair (TW: age gap)

[(Anonymous)]

+1

Riven X Musa + Teasing

[(Anonymous)]

Riven and Musa are fighting and Musa decides to be extra heinous and use her powers to send him suggestive images/thoughts/feelings (you decide) as form of payback. Bonus points if it's in front of all their friends.

Re: Riven X Musa + Teasing

[(Anonymous)]

Riven unclenched his jaw and rolled it to relieve some of the stiffness. He was tense and an ugly ball of feelings had taken residence inside his chest. His mouth still tasted bad from his argument with Musa earlier. They had decided to put it on standby until they came back from the outside group meeting they were running late to, but he couldn't work past the moody silence he had fallen into.

He could feel Musa’s glances from the other side of the group sprawled on the grass, so he turned towards Sky in hopes that his friend would give him some conversation in which he wouldn’t need to talk too much.

His plan was being pretty successful, Sky going on about some guitar riff they had been practicing some weeks ago, until he felt fingertips running the length of his throat.

He jumped and slapped his hand over the side of his neck.

There was nothing there.

The sudden move made Sky pause. “Okay?”

Riven’s brow furrowed, rubbing his skin to get rid of the lingering feeling. “Yeah.”

Sky hummed and he was vaguely aware of a change of topic in the conversation when nails raked through the hair at his nape and ran down his spine.

His jaw clenched.

He didn’t need to check to know there was no one behind him to touch him, but he still rubbed the back of his neck.

And then something soft pressed over his collarbone, little pecks across his chest. The slight spring breeze he was enjoying stopped feeling fresh, his hands warmed up over his legs and he had to burrow them in the grass to cool them.

These weren’t some generic feelings, he knew, these were specific to one person. He had felt them before, every time.

Riven snapped his eyes to Musa, but she was smiling to Aisha like nothing were happening at her hands. She had learned how to replicate feelings? To this level of detail? She hadn't told him.

He tried to project annoyance and only received a quick flash of purple and a glare in response.

He puffed out a breath.

Okay, then.

He struggled to focus on Sky at his side, tried to disentwine the words from his voice.

But the number of sensations enveloping him were escalating.

Wet and hot and running down his torso, over his navel and across his hips. Internal warmth spreading through his veins and mixing with his own natural rise of temperature. Heart beating fast, blood rushing to his ears. Sky’s lips moving, but no sound. Musa’s pretty voice moaning in his mind, breathing so very close to him.

Fuck.

He feared he might have said that aloud.

Taking a deep breath, he made a show of being hot and taking his jacket off, throwing it over his lap.

Pressure up his thighs made him harden surrounded by a pleasant heat swirling around his middle. Fingers toying with the button of his jeans, vibrations down his stomach, bites over his nipples. A flash of Musa’s arse up in the air. The feeling of her hair tangling around his fingers. The sound of her nose suffocating beside his ear.

Impossible things made him accept his downfall with open arms.

Teeth biting the column of his throat and the muscles running down his hips, at the same time. Tugging on his hair and hands wrapping around his cock. A handful of her skin, his fingers sinking into her flesh coexisting with the tendons of her neck, straining against his palm.

All of it Musa. Everywhere. Relentless.

Like a physical manifestation of his mind.

Sweat rimmed his forehead and he could feel the heat of a flush across his face. He briefly wondered how Sky wasn’t able to realise something was going on, if he was melting and the day wasn’t even hot.

Wetness encircled his cock, swirling heat running along his veins and sucking on the head. A small hand palming his neck, incredibly soft lips kissing his jaw.

He bit down on his tongue in his haste to shut his mouth and avoid the escape of any sound. Leaning forward over his legs to keep his hips from buckling up, he gulped down some breaths and tried to hear beyond his own heartbeat.

And then his mind blanked out for a fair share of seconds.

His favourite heat sheathing his cock in one deep take. Sudden, blinding, suffocating. Tight pressure around him, moving at a perfect rhythm. Slow, with her tongue inside his mouth. Fast, with her whole body bouncing on his lap.

Her voice whispering heaven and hell in the darkest part of his mind.

His eyelids fluttered and his eyes rolled back. His lower lip was probably bleeding from how hard his teeth were holding it in place.

Riv.

His name in a moan, in a scream, in a plea. Panting from precious lips in one ear, harsh breathing in the other. Nails on his back, teeth on his neck, fingers on his hair. Nipples in his mouth, breasts bouncing under him, her arse filling his hands. Her face twisting in pleasure, her eyes shining when she comes, their reflection in a mirror fucking with abandon.

Musa.

Musa.

Musa.

“You’re going to come?”

Sky’s voice over the words made him snap painfully fast out of everything, making his heart skip a long beat. “What?”

“Are you going to come?” he repeated, blue eyes inquisitive. “To the mountains recce mission?

Riven swallowed, breathed in through his nose. Musa was looking straight at him, eyes glinting viciously, and he pressed his arms down over his covered groin.

“Yeah,” he panted. “Yeah, I’ll come.”

Riven X Musa + Toxic FWB

[(Anonymous)]

Basically Rive and Musa post season 2 doing a lot of questionable fucking among other things. Feel free to add other kinks or tropes :)

Re: Riven X Musa + Toxic FWB

[(Anonymous)]

+1

Bloom x SKY + uniform

[(Anonymous)]

"Well if you play your cards right, I might let you try it on"

Re: Bloom x SKY + uniform

[(Anonymous)]

+1

Andreas x Farah + pegging

[(Anonymous)]

Andreas and Farah make a bet, agreeing that the winner will get to fuck the loser. That’s how Andreas ends up getting pegged by Farah and discovers he's into it.

Re: Andreas x Farah + pegging

[(Anonymous)]

+1

Saul x Sky + Vampire AU (Platonic)

[(Anonymous)]

Andreas sired Sky and fucked off to who knows where, leaving Saul, his mate, with a newborn vampire with all the trappings/issues that newborns have.

Bonus if Andreas shows back up later with Beatrix, his new newborn!

Re: Saul x Sky + Vampire AU (Platonic)

[(Anonymous)]

I'm part way through this one and I've got a bit stuck, other than feeding what else can Saul teach Sky about vampiring?

Saul x Andreas wax play

[(Anonymous)]

Bottom Saul, top Andreas

Re: Saul x Andreas wax play

[(Anonymous)]

Oh.... yes, please!!!

Saul + gangbang (TW Noncon)

[(Anonymous)]

Saul was in prison for months, and unfortunately for him, he's a very pretty man.

Re: Saul + gangbang (TW Noncon)

[(Anonymous)]

+1

Riven x Musa + Sam watching (TW:non-con voyeurism)

[(Anonymous)]

Maybe Musa uses Riven as a rebound after her breakup from Sam & she wants to feel better about herself, or maybe Musa & Riven are a couple and Sam comes back to Alfea for a visit. Either way, Sam accidentally or purposefully ends up watching as Riven and Musa have sex.

Bonus points if Riven knows he's there and rubs it in.

Re: Riven x Musa + Sam watching (TW:non-con voyeurism)

[(Anonymous)]

Riven had had a really bad day.

He had a bruise on his temple and bandage around his arm and he probably shouldn’t be holding Musa’s weight considering how bad his shoulder hurt. He was sure, if he looked at his arse, he would find the boot footprint of the Solarian Guard soldier who had come as a guest to that day’s training.

He hadn’t smoked in the entire day and he was in no rush to go back to the dorm after snapping to Sky earlier.

Musa was his only salvation, and salvation came in muffled moans against his neck, small hands in his hair and wet heat swallowing his fingers.

The dark knot in his throat that had been growing in size through the day was thankfully loosening with each breath Musa took from his lips. She filled his arms, legs around his hips, socks up to her thighs, shorts somewhere on the floor; top pulled up and sports bra pulled down, framing her breasts at the perfect heigh for his mouth to devour her.

It had been long since he had seen her in shorts and socks, he had missed it — even if he loved to see her wearing clothes like a second skin, too. He loved her in anything, he was starting to realise.

A bolt of pain shot through his shoulder and he pressed Musa harder against the stone of the column with his body in case his arm failed him. He was eyeing the tables near them, searching for free space, when he saw a shadow move outside the glass doors.

He wrapped his arms around Musa to hide her in case there was trouble coming. It was a cloudy night nearing the new moon and the greenhouse was as dark as they could have wished for but they still chose a place far away from the main entrance so they could have a chance if someone happened to pass by. Which shouldn’t happen.

Riven was cursing their terrible luck and his absolute shit of a day when a body came through the closed door, materialising out of glass and wood. He clenched his jaw harshly. Of course his day had to get worse while there was still time before midnight, of course today had to be the day Sam Harvey came back to Alfea.

Musa’s hips twisted on their own when his fingers faltered in their movements, whining in his ear, biting his lobe. He deepened his thrusts to make up for it and kissed along the side of her face.

He saw the moment Sam realised he was not alone in the greenhouse, because their glances crossed paths. He couldn’t make out his features but he watched as his shadow startled and stared at him for a moment before he shook his head in something that felt like disdain and turned away.

And Riven would have erased the image from his mind and drowned himself in Musa any other time. He would have.

But he had had a really bad day. And just watching his gait in the dark was enough for all the somber anger of the day to surge up. His mind did a mess of his thoughts and his emotions and his fingers worked in Musa’s centre in sync with vicious memories.

A thrust for every time Terra had come to him cursing Sam’s name, for every time he had seen him look innocent after stirring some shit, for that time he had tried to give him lessons about the greenhouse as if he was some idiot his sister put up with, for the face Musa had made when they had told her he was coming back.

The thought that the best thing in Riven’s life had made him happy before, had been in his arms, had made him come, burned wildly in the deepest part of his chest.

Fuck him.

He cupped Musa’s nape and gently pulled her head away from the hollow of his neck. He held her jaw and pressed his forehead to the side of her throat to keep her head up.

“Don’t be shy, love,” he whispered, pressing her clit the way he knew she liked. “You can be as loud as you want.”

She moaned louder without objection, the sounds reverberating through plants and traveling across the space of the large room.

He lifted his eyes over Musa’s shoulder to see Sam’s silhouette stop dead in his tracks and slowly turn around, hesitation painting his shadow.

Riven couldn’t stop the euphoric rush dashing through his veins, an exhilarating grin on his lips he had no intention of hiding.

Trying to stop being an asshole had its relapses too, right?

He kissed a path across Musa’s breasts before tugging her top down to cover them and braced himself for the fire burning in his shoulder as he held her away from the column and walked them towards a table.

A better view for their audience, to see her buns of hair bouncing in case Sam was doubting his hearing.

Setting her back on the surface, he perched her arse on the edge and pressed their hips together. Her dripping cunt over the open fly of his pants, heat bleeding into him. He leaned down, chest to chest, and kissed her, tongue tasting sweetness inside her mouth.

She wrung her hands between them to pull down his clothes and press his cock to her entrance, and he slipped inside in a movement that felt like second nature with her, supporting his hands on her waist as a groan escaped his lips.

The feeling of her made him forget about Sam, but he still saw him when his eyes opened. He didn’t seem to have moved at all, standing there as if frozen.

He wanted to watch? Riven would him a show.

Keeping his thrusts shallow to drag her along the edge of her pleasure, he held her in place with one hand, letting the other bury in her hair, toying with her buns, watching them jump with every shove.

“Who can make you come like this?” he asked, ragged breaths warming the skin under her chin, licking the column of her throat. “Tell me.”

Her heartbeat drummed under his tongue, her hands ran paths of scratches up his back and clawed at his scalp; tugged on his hair with the exact strength that would make a thrill run down to his cock.

“You,” she gasped, sinking her heels on his lower back and moving with him. “You, you, you,” she chanted with each thrust, eyes shining purple erratically. “Only you.”

Moans intertwining with sobs, mixing with “so good”, “please”, “more”. Her words filling the space, her sounds surrounding him, and the presence of that immobile shadow at the edge of his field of view sending a rush of the most perfect high straight through his bloodstream.

His hips buckled forwards with a sudden urge escaping his control and Musa cried his name, making everything sweeter.

Sam turned away from them suddenly, like snapping out of trance, but Riven wanted him to know one more thing.

“Are you mine, love?”

The thumb in her jaw coaxed her mouth open and travelled down to press over the muscles straining in her neck, joining his mouth sucking on her skin.

“Yours.” And, for the first time that day, he was lucky; lucky enough to turn the end of that word into a loud moan and feel her body trembling under him, back arching and walls tightening around his cock as Sam disappeared inside the door.

Only when he was sure there was no shadow at the other side of the door nor it was coming back did he rest his forehead against her temple and bathed her in messy, open-mouthed kisses. A fervent feeling that had been repressed under Sam’s watch poured out and enlarged his heart inside his ribcage.

Looking at her — a sight of flushed cheeks, sweaty skin and pleasure filled eyes — he banished every thought that wasn’t her, every feeling that wasn’t her coming around him.

He thrusted faster, hands sneaking under her top and feeling the soft skin of her breasts bouncing against his fingertips.

“You’re perfect,” escaped him in between moans.

White light blinded his mind, scorching any trace of Sam or pain or any moment from that day. The only feelings remaining inside him were pleasure, calmness, dreamy devotion and something of Musa’s, warm and soothing.

She hugged him, resting her shaky arms on him to trap him while her fingertips drew senseless figures on his back.

He whispered in her ear and talked to her while they came down from their high, rocking her with his hips and running his fingers through her hair. His nose rubbed the side of hers, holding onto her for as long as he could before they had to come back.

“I’m yours, too.”

Beatrix x Stella + sex slave (TW: possible dubcon/noncon)

[(Anonymous)]

Rosalind wants Stella under her control so that Luna can't be a threat to Rosalind's power. She gives Stella to Beatrix to keep occupied and Beatrix makes Stella her sex slave. Up to OP how willing/unwilling Stella is.

Re: Beatrix x Stella + sex slave (TW: possible dubcon/noncon)

[(Anonymous)]

+1

Various + Blood Witches (TW: dubcon/noncon)

[(Anonymous)]

We need some fics where Blood Witches take over characters bodies and use them to have sex with other characters instead of just fighting them.

Sebastian was probably bullied as a student himself - maybe now he likes to use his powers to create drama, and lots of times it helps to distract people from whatever other plans he's making. Or who even cares if there's a plot at all! lmaoooo

Farah x Saul + body swap smut

[(Anonymous)]

Somehow Farah and Saul swap bodies, either accidental or intentional, and then proceed to have some fun. Whether they have sex with each other or each explore their "new" body on their own is up to whoever fill this prompt.

Re: Farah x Saul + body swap smut

[(Anonymous)]

+1

Terra x Kat + sex pollen

[(Anonymous)]

There's no way there's not some kind of sex pollen in that greenhouse. Terra gets exposed, Kat to the rescue.

Re: Terra x Kat + sex pollen

[(Anonymous)]

+1!

Farah x Saul + use of mind magic during sex = overstimulation

[(Anonymous)]

Farah uses her mind magic on Saul while they have sex to give him exactly what he needs and increase his pleasure until he is an overstimulated, sobbing but very happy mess.

Re: Farah x Saul + use of mind magic during sex = overstimulation

[(Anonymous)]

+1

Saul x Andreas + robe bondage

[(Anonymous)]

Andreas likes to tie up Saul. The more elaborate the technique, the better. Thankfully, Saul enjoys being tied up just as much.

Re: Saul x Andreas + robe bondage

[(Anonymous)]

OP here: It's supposed to be "rope" not "robe", obviously. *lol*

Riven x Musa + sexual favors

[(Anonymous)]

Musa would do anything to learn to fight, including granting whatever sexual favor Riven demands in exchange for each training session he gives her.

Re: Riven x Musa + sexual favors 1/2

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His day starts out like any other, filled with training drills, taunting the new specialists and a few painful bruises, but everything changes at lunch. He’s finishing his iced tea, debating whether he’s got enough time to go sweet talk another dessert out of Doris and smuggle it back to his room before he’s due back out on the specialist platforms, and that’s when she corners him.

“Hey,” she mumbles, sliding onto the bench across from him without meeting his stare, and Riven narrows his eyes in suspicion.

“I think you’re lost, red flag.”

Musa looks up at him then, her face flushed. He flicks his eyes over her, partly to annoy her and partly because he wants to see what ridiculous outfit she’s wearing. He can admire the way Musa doesn’t seem to give a fuck what anyone thinks of her clothing as long as it pleases her, but sometimes even he wonders what she was thinking. Today it’s a form-fitting pale pink cropped top and burgundy leggings, a pair of headphones slung around her neck and her hair twisted up in some kind of braid before each side falls free down her back. Not bad, actually. Not bad at all.

“Quit checking me out, degenerate. I need to ask you something.”

She wrinkles her nose at him, and he bites back a retort. He is curious, actually. The last time he and Musa spoke was just a few days ago, and he’d flirted with her a little, teased her about having good moves for a mind fairy. She mentioned being a dancer, and there had been a delightful moment where he’d raked his eyes down her figure in appreciation. And then she had to go and ruin it, getting into his head. He didn’t like that, but he’d liked even less the way she’d looked at him then, something akin to understanding in her eyes when she accused him of hating it at Alfea. She wasn’t wrong, of course, but the last thing Riven wants is someone who tries to get him.

“Well spit it out then, little fairy. I haven’t got all day.”

She takes a deep breath, and her words come out in a rush. “I know you said they won’t care what I want, but I can’t just be stuck on the sidelines. I won’t.” Her eyes burn with a sudden intensity. “I want to learn how to fight. And I want you to teach me.”

He laughs, genuinely amused. Musa is tenacious, he’ll give her that. When he gets his breath back, he shakes his head, a little intrigued despite himself. “You’re cute, and I won’t deny you’ve got potential, but I’m no teacher. And even if I were, I don’t have time for you.” He stands up and hefts his bag onto his shoulder, collecting his trash onto his tray as he gives her a last once-over to determine how she’s taking his rejection. She looks disappointed, and he feels a stab - a very, very tiny one - of remorse. “You’re better off, you know. On the sidelines. Less death that way.”

She gets to her feet too and steps closer to him. She doesn’t look away, her expression practically oozing sincerity. “I’m serious, Riven. What’s it going to take to get you to agree?”

There’s no stopping the suggestive grin that spreads over his mouth, and he leans forward on the balls of his feet, getting right into her personal space. “I don’t think your boyfriend would appreciate your line of questioning, sweetheart, but any time you wanna drop to your knees for me, I’m not gonna say no.”

He refuses to regret the aggressively sexual remark. It’s what people have come to expect, and there’s a part of him that wants to push Musa away for good; mind fairies are dangerous enough anyway, and this one has big brown eyes that see more than they should and a stupid boyfriend he dislikes on principle. He can think of a hundred reasons they’re both better off keeping their distance.

But when he sneaks a peek at her face, she doesn’t look like she’s going to strangle him for his verbal harassment, and he doesn’t know what to make of that. So he tightens his grip on his tray and stalks towards the recycling area without another word, making up his mind to try to get that second dessert even if it earns him another lecture from Silva.

*

It’s late by the time he gets a shower and changes into a clean pair of shorts. Sky texts, asking Riven to cover for him if anything comes up, and it’s kind of nice, having the room to himself for a change. Sky tends to want conversation, and usually he’s happy to oblige him but tonight Riven prefers solitude. He pulls up a playlist, sets it a little low for background noise and then he turns off every light except the one on his nightstand. The thick wedge of apple pie Doris cut for him is in the mini fridge, and he better eat it before Sky returns and wants some. He hates cold pie though, so he leaves it on his nightstand to warm up and flops onto his bed, grabbing the heavy botany book shoved under his mattress to settle in with. A soft knock interrupts him about thirty pages into his next chapter about ferns and he scowls, annoyed that the diploid sporophyte life cycle diagram he’s studying has to be put down rather than put to memory.

The clock above the door shows it’s already past curfew, so Riven opens the door carefully to avoid a squeak from the hinges. He’s shocked to see Musa standing on the other side and before he can think better of it he reaches for her shoulder and yanks her inside, closing the door just as carefully behind her before he locks it so no one can come in and find her where she shouldn’t be.

“What the hell, Musa! You trying to earn a month of detention, sneaking into the specialist’s dorms after curfew?”

She has the audacity to be exasperated. “Mind fairy, remember? I can sense anyone coming down the halls, so getting caught isn’t a problem.”

“Right, right,” he mutters, suddenly remembering to release her shoulder from his grasp. He steps farther away from her, closer to his side of the room, aware that his botany book is laid out on his comforter for anyone to see. Hopefully she won’t notice it in the dim light. “What exactly are you doing here?”

Musa darts her eyes around the room, blatant curiosity in her gaze. “So you’re alone then?”

He chuckles and waves his hand around. “You’re lucky I am. If Beatrix were here she’d report you so fast your head would spin.”

She shrugs like that doesn’t matter. “I had a plan, just in case. I already knew Sky would be gone. I saw him sneak outside earlier, something to do with Stella since she’s not in her room either. If anyone else were here with you, I was just going to act stressed and worried, pretending I was looking for her here.”

“Not a bad plan,” he pauses, waits for the smug grin that he knows will grace her lips, and when it does he pounces. “Not a good one either.”

“Shut up, it could have worked.”

It might’ve, but then again she might not know just how much of a cruel streak Bea can sometimes show. Riven walks back towards his bed, sits down on the edge and blocks the view of the book behind him, watching her cautiously. He picks up his plate, stabs the pie with his fork and takes a big bite, appreciating how she looks annoyed with him as he deliberately smacks his lips and makes a show of brushing off stray crumbs from his bare chest.

“So, Musa,” he draws out her name when he finally finishes chewing. “What exactly are you doing here?”

“I told you. I’m serious about learning to fight.”


“I guess maybe you are, if you’re willing to risk detention for it. But I told you - I’m no teacher. So you’ve come to the wrong place. Go ask someone else.”

Musa shrugs again, and he takes a moment to appreciate the black tank top and soft gray shorts she’s wearing. She might be braver than he gave her credit for, walking around the halls of Alfea past curfew and in her fucking pajamas and fuzzy socks.

“I don’t want someone else. I’ve seen you fight. You don’t need me to tell you how amazing your technique is because you already know. But anyone here could teach me that. I want you to teach me because you know how to win, and you understand how to use your opponent's strengths against them. I want you to show me how to do that.”

Alright, so maybe he’s a little flattered by her pretty speech, and there’s no harm in her knowing it. “Usually I prefer my praise kink with a lot less clothes on, but I can’t deny that felt good. Still, a bit of flattery isn’t enough to convince me, so I’m afraid you’re wasting both our time.”

“I’m not offering just flattery, Riven.”

He raises his eyebrow at her insistence. Maybe he’s also underestimated how much she wants this. How much she wants this from him. “That so? Just what are you offering then?”

She walks across the room until she’s standing right in front of him and he has to crane his neck to look up at her. Her hair is the same as it was earlier, braids pulling back from her face and then let loose to fall down past her shoulders. This close and in the lamplight he can see a dusting of freckles across the bridge of her nose, scattering along the tops of her cheeks and then not appearing again until the curve of her shoulders. It feels like an intimate thing to know about her, yet he finds himself hardly able to look away.

“Did you mean it before, what you said?” Musa’s voice is hopeful, but for the life of him he has no idea what she’s talking about.

She must read the confusion on his face, because she makes it easy for him to remember. Musa moves even closer before she lowers herself before him, her head practically level with his thighs, and it all floods back.

“I’m on my knees for you. Are you going to say no?”

Farah x Saul + sexting

[(Anonymous)]

After months of sexting with Farah, the autocorrect on Saul's phone knows all his kinks. What could go wrong?

Bonus: Top Saul, bottom Farah

Re: Farah x Saul + sexting

[(Anonymous)]

+1

Farah x Saul - remote control vibrator, semi public?

[(Anonymous)]

Saul and Farah are "arguing" about her mind magic aka Saul provoking and teasing. Then he suggests a test so she can prove how good at it she is.
A week later they are meeting Luna (or idk your choice) and Farah is wearing a vibro egg and Saul is having the time of his life playing with the remote controller.

You can make the toy enchanted so other fairies can't sense vibrations or sound or magnetic field or whatever.

Re: Farah x Saul - remote control vibrator, semi public?

[(Anonymous)]

+1

Bloom x Sky + punishment

[(Anonymous)]

Bloom finally comes back from the Realm of Darkness and as happy as she and Sky are to be back together, she knows part of him is angry with her for leaving. So she offers him the chance to punish her however he sees fit. Could be spanking, orgasm denial, overstimulation, whatever OP deems appropriate.

Re: Bloom x Sky + punishment

[(Anonymous)]

+1