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🦚✨️ Juno In Natal Chart: Your Marriage And Outlook On Comittment✨️ 🦚

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Juno in 1st House

You value when your partner thinks of the world on the same wavelength as you. There is a very strong need for a bond that emerges through a genuine appriciation of each other's personalities and way of thinking in life. You value when the marriage leads you to personal growth, whether it's realisations about life itself or rebranding yourself, working on your self concept. You enjoy when your partner can contribute to your growth and also grows alongwith you. There is shared sense of honoring each other's individuality, as you value being totally authentic with the way you view the world, with your partner. You enjoy the idea of learning about yourself through your relationship. And as much as it's about you, you also want it to be about them. Because you like the idea of a strong understanding about each other's likes dislikes, outlook on life, personalities, etc. You value when your partner knows small details about you, and when you know small details about your partner. You desire the type of person that values hearing your opinions and thoughts, as you highly value your partner vibrating on the same frequency as you are. You are one of the classics that enjoy a similar minded partner, or atleast someone who matches your energy in the first go.

Juno in 2nd House

You value marriage. There is something so precious about this placement. You enjoy your partner's body, their style, their aesthetics, and these can be the first things you notice in a potential partner. There is certain hint of possessiveness towards your partner. You could also enjoy possessive energy that your partner exhibits to you. For you, marriage contains a lot of personal value that in some or the other way increase your status or your value. I don't mean it in a materialistic manner, but marriage for you is really something that adds more financial or material value to your life. You enjoy the idea of having your partner's resources merged into yours, and that you be the sole controller of those resources. This could also be vice versa, you are good with having your finances and possessions in the hands of your partner. You seek to financially grow or upgrade your lifestyle in some way or the other through your marriage. It also means that you are great at keeping your external/material life in order while being married to someone. Admiring your partner for their style and aesthetics is a thing for you, and you also like to give them gifts!

Juno in 3rd House

This a generally one of the easier and fun placements without much complexity or heavy expectations. With Juno placed in the 3H, you enjoy your partner being a good communicator. You value a marriage where you can connect on an intellectual level and have a dynamic communication with. It's very important for you to be able to express your thoughts in a relationship and simply enjoy the simplicity of talking. This is that placement where people talk with their lovers on the phone for hours or keep them on face-time just because. This energy also makes people wanting partners with a similar set of thoughts and ideas as them. It creates this partners-in-crime dynamic, where the duo is just so intune with being each other's right hand. You likely enjoy verbal exchange and intellectual stimulation as it helps you understand deeper about various situations going on, and connect with your partner in a much smarter manner. Commitment for you is rooted in the fact that you both will be there to listen to each other anytime one needs it. You put a lot of emphasis on expression of thoughts, speech and being honest.

Juno in 4th House

With Juno in the fourth, you really seek a safe space to retreat into whenever you need it, and marriage is that space for you. You value vulnerability and closeness with your partner. So no matter how long it takes to build that deep sense of trust and that "homey" feeling, you really work towards it, because you know the ultimate value of having that deep sense of belonging with someone. You value marriage matters or simply the bond with your partner being something exclusively between the two of you. You do not like outsiders or even just people who aren't you and your partner, interfering in your marriage. Creating a family dynamic or a home like dynamic with your partner is very important for you, and you generally enjoy discussing the matters of your family life with your partner. You value private quality time with your partner and enjoy the essence of privacy when there is a close bond that connects the both of you. Spending quality time that leaves plenty of space for you and your partner to bond with each other is very important for you. Whether this bond is emotional or mental or even physical, that intimacy is very meaningful for you.

Juno in 5th House

You enjoy the romantic, pleasureable and fun side of the relationship. It's least likely to ever be boring. You see your relationships as something that allows you and your partner to be able to express themselves in an authentic way. You have a great deal of creativity within you that you channel in the form of fun dates and planning quality time with your partner. You value the idea of your partner allowing you to honor your inner child. You have a bit of childlike energy when it comes to approaching marriage, and you approach a partner who can do the same. It doesn't have to be some overly fancy and extravagant person to make you feel good, but someone who values the idea of having fun in any relationships. Someone who brings light-hearted energy onto the table. Someone who can be your life long partner, and also that one bestfriend you make when you are a child. It's important for you to be able to express your raw and authentic emotions in the form of something that is fun to do. You also like to connect with your partner through shared hobbies. This is the most romantic house, so all those cheesy gestures and cringe-worthy actions, are all entertained.

Juno in 6th House

Marriage, for you, is like a part of your daily routine. A steady and practical approach is something you find of value. You're the type who prefers to have a systematic way of dealing with relationship matters, as you value a marriage that keeps you productive and doesn't make you compromise your other duties. Your relationship often keeps you quite busy, as you like to be of service to your partner, helping with their needs and showing your love through practical acts. You're all about keeping things simple in your marriage, while making sure that other life responsibilities don't disrupt your relationship. There's comfort in routine and predictability for you. You value a stable pattern in your partnership, where things run smoothly, and both you and your partner know what to expect from each other. It's not about extravagant displays of affection; it's about the day-to-day care and support that keeps your relationship strong. There is a strong need for keeping things grounded and reliable, and dutifully attending to your marriage responsibilities. You value a partner who is stable and reliable themselves, someone who values the small things in life.

Juno in 7th House

This is literally the definition of what we call "marriage". Which means there is a becoming of a team, an "us," in your marriage. You value teamwork and no fruit for you is sweeter than the fruit of things successfully done, together. Knowing your partner, whether it's their flaws or their quirks or their strengths, it's all very important for you because you seek to connect with them to embrace any differences, and become one. This placement creates a very great bond for any long term relationships as you have the idea of how to uphold and keep a commitment going. You do not like flakiness or unpredictability in the way of your partner approaching the relationship as it takes away from the fact that you desire a transparent and honest bond. Because you hold a lot of empathy for your partner, and marriage is surely a big commitment for you. Breaking the trust means breaking apart the team. And you do not like to stand alone being the one who fixes everything while the other one destroys. On the lighter note, this aspect really creates this closeness within your marriage that is simply very sweet. There is a becoming of best friends with your partner, understanding each other and loving each other's both perfections and flaws.

Juno in 8th House

With Juno placed in your eight house, marriage is something that totally changes you. Your idea of commitment is so deeply rooted in the fact that there is complete merging with your partner, whether it's mentally, emotionally, physically or even spiritually. You crave the intimacy, that very deep bond that happens because you both are completely entangled in each other's lives. With that being said, other people who are close to you are also prone to getting involved in your marriage. You value the idea of owning things together, whether it's just a house or having offsprings. Merging your finances and resources with your partner is also important for you. With all this entanglement there can be growth oriented outcomes or challenging outcomes. Suppose your marriage is prone to having other people involved, so you have to remember that your marriage is none of their business. Being super involved with your partner is alright, but getting so attached that you forget your own life isn't good. So, these are a few things to keep in mind. Marriage and commitment is something very sacred and important for you, and you are ususally very attached to the idea of merging your life with someone worthy of it. Marriage is supposed to bring you a lot of realisations about life, people and changes.

Juno in 9th House

Juno being placed in the ninth makes your marriage quite adventurous. There is a need for you to expand your minds and go out there in the world to learn new things. You partner is likely going to open up brand new horizons for you while also opening up new ways of thinking about life itself. This has a very spiritual/religious tint to the marriage, so this marriage can provide you with a deeper connection with whatever higher power you believe in, and also make you become much more of a spiritual person. You value learning in the marriage, whether it's through your partner or simply through the experiences life gives to you both. You might also be some sort of a teacher to your spouse. Because marriage for you means a commitment to something higher than yourself. It's about your beliefs in life. You are likely to want a partner who share the same beliefs like you or atleast someone whoes life's greater philosophy align with your own. There is an equal involvement of foreign cultures and travel, so maybe your spouse is someone from another culture or you wish to travel the world with them. There is a shared connectedness that comes from the way you both bond over the deeper topics in life, such as law or philosophy or spirituality.

Juno in 10th House

This marriage is likely very public, even if the public is like relatives, co-workers and friends. You enjoy being seen with your partner, people admiring your relationship and also you like to show off your partner in some way or the other. There is a big emphasis on working together, so you might own a business with your spouse or simply have the same career field. Marriage for you means an increase in your status. This could result due to marrying someone of a higher status or you and your partner advancing together in your social life. Needless to say, you value a marriage that can give you some sort of a boost in your career or public image. You value the idea of being able to shine with your partner in the world, having eyes on your relationship and being able to display your affection to your partner openly. You value a marriage that can uphold your personal reputation and also keep things in your public sphere clean. Your relationship/marriage issues might happen to reach the ears of many people for no reason, so make sure to keep much of your relationship life private. This is also the aspect of building a legacy with one's partner.

Juno in 11th House

Marriage for your is based on a great partnership and friendship. For you, it's all about coming together with your partner because of a common goal. There is beautiful sense of camaraderie with this placement. Your marriage is going to be pretty popular between your friend circles and social groups, no matter how big or small. You value a partner with similar goals and visions as yours, as it gives you a certain hint of stability for the future, while also making sure that you enjoy every step of your success along with your partner. This is a very social marriage, but it has a certain sense of good karma and fortune attached to it. So really, you can expect a lot of positive growth in your life, whether it's financially, socially, or personal growth, because of your marriage. You and your partner are likely to be very active in the communities you are in together, whether it's for work, or related to hobbies or having plenty of friends and acquaintances. You both help each other build their own dreams and also the dreams you both have together. There is a strong hint of supporting each other, no matter if it's morally or financially, so that you both can attain whatever dreams and ideals you have for your life.

Juno in 12th House

With Juno placed in your twelfth house, there is a very intuitive understanding of commitment and how a marriage should be like. You seek to bond with your partner on a much deeper level that can really only be understood by the one who is experiencing it. Because for you, marriage exposes you to a very different world where you start to see life itself through a detached, almost this subconscious lens. It's like being on psychedelics, really, I can't even find the right words. Marriage is something very spiritual for you. You can develop a deep intuitive understanding of your partner, but on the other hand if you aren't perceptive enough, this can bring up a lot of mental anguish. Because this marriage is going trigger the deepest parts of your mind. It is going to feel like you are turned inside out, trying to understand how deep this attachment and your pysche goes. Marriage and commitment will expose to you, your biggest strengths and your worst issues. So dealing with all this should be something that allows you to grow. You value a very deep bond, a bond that just doesn't need to explained as to why it is so profound. Your marriage is going to close out a lot of cycles for your and you are likely to have plenty to karma to work through with your partner.

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PART OF THE JOB — p. sh

PAIRING idol park sunghoon x mental care captain reader

SYNOPSIS as a member of a famous kpop boy group, park sunghoon is at the age where his harmones are at their peak. in a fit to calm and satisfy these urges, the company deems you, the head of enhypen's mental care team, as completely capable of soothing him without developing feelings. well, that was the plan.

GENRE(S) smut, mutual pining

WARNING brat!sunghoon, some dialogues/words can be really rude or insulting, sexual content; loss of virginity, dom-sub dynamics (sub!sunghoon x dom!reader), hand job, unprotected vanilla sex.

if you are sensitive to any of these topics, please refrain from reading as I will not entertain any asks that contain your inability when it comes to reading warnings and having common sense.

WC 3k+

NOTE sorry I've been reading too much gojo satoru au's iykyk

you've been working at hybe for quite some time now. soon, after working for a solid year, you were promotwd as the head of enhypen's mental care team that supports and helps deal with the artists' health. having worked in the same company as the famous kpop star park sunghoon for months now as his mental care person, meant that you were familiar with him in every way.

your job is to offer a listening ear to them and provide a rational solution to their problems, one that'd be possible to do as an idol.

many idols have expressed a variety of their concerns and their worries, varying from lack of self esteem to feeling mentally drained— all of which, you were able to provide a solve. so, when enhypen's park sunghoon peeked his head past the entrance of your office door and told you that lately, he feels as if he's sexually frustrated and doesn't know what to do or who to approach but you, you weren't all too surprised.

it's common for adult artists like him who grew up in the spotlight to feel this way. they rarely had the time to explore their sexual fantasies and date when they were teens. the company had a protocol for these types of problems— if the artist comes and tells you about these types of concern, you would bring it to the higher ups and usually, they'd deal with it. but you're only left to rethink that protocol as you sit on the soft mattress inside the vip room that the company had booked for the two of you. the reason? you were to take park sunghoon's virginity.

the room is at the 107th floor of south korea's most well-known five star hotel and only low flying choppers would be able to see through the huge floor-to-ceiling windows of your hotel room. it provided you the great view of the horizon with seouls busy night life at the bottom. the shower trickling in the background serving as music while you wait anxiously for sunghoon to finish up.

you don't realise when he finishes, but eventually he does and his calling voice pulls you from your thoughts. "noona?"

you were about to reply, however, as you turn to the direction of his voice, you're stunned to see him standing there shirtless, only a towel wrapped around his torso, covering the nether side of his body. his pecks are prominent and so are his abs. the gleam of the low lighting provide shadows that seem to accentuate sunghoon's abs more. not to mention the fact that he's smirking at you now, watching as your eyes ran down his body. "y-yeah?"

oh, there's one thing you forgot to mention; park "spawn of the devil" sunghoon is— for the lack of better word, a fucking asshole.

"uhm, are we gonna start or...?" he scratches his head, but the pout he unconsciously makes while he pretends to think is so close to adorable, you almost want to punch his face. "you know, they did tell you to teach me, right? come on, noona, I'm not gonna cum by myself. it's the least you can do if you're not going to teach me. there's no pressure if you don't wanna though. I'm good at everything, probably even sex."

you're not even shocked by the nature of his voice anymore. sunghoon has always been like this. his mouth has no filter when the camera is off. he's just a two-faced little bitch that acts all cool and poise in front of his fans. only you know the real him. the most annoying, irritating, and infuriating sides of him? you've seen them all.

chuckling in disbelief at how you've managed to get yourself into this situation, you cross your arms over your chest, comment, "you know, this has got to be the most fucked up thing I've done since being employed."

of course, sunghoon isn't fazed at all by your insults and the fucker even has the audacity to laugh. "don't worry, noona. i think it's a bit weird too." he admits. "why you of all people?"

"but you know," he quirks, smilling at you deviously. "i'll let it slide if you give me a good time."

this fucking virgin—

you swear, only a few words more and your hand and his cheek are going to collide with each other. this man has the audacity to order you around when he's the one asking for a favour.

it's settled, you're going to make park sunghoon cry, and he's going to look so ruined you're going to make sure that by the end of it, sunghoon's face will be covered with pretty tears streaming down his face, skin beat red from exhaustion, from the heat of your bodies, and with snot running across the top of his lips. a pretty portrait of your victory. that'll make this all worth it.

sunghoon doesn't say a thing when your mood changes, an evil and plotting smirk coating your lips, he only looks at you with watchful eyes.

pushing him onto the bed, sunghoon puffs out a huff upon impact and looks at you with menacing eyes. you'll be caught dead if you admit the fact that he actually looks hot.

not even daring to take your eyes away from him, you grip on the hem of your shirt before taking it off in one go. you almost laugh when you hear sunghoon gasp but luckily, you managed to carch yourself— if he hears you, it's going to be another round of his foolish antics to try and save himself from embarrassment.

without a word, you climb up his lap, ghosting your lips on top of his. "you're not the boss tonight, you hear me?" you ask, raising a brow. "you do whatever i say because you're the inexperienced prick who needs my advice."

as if in a trance, sunghoon nods. "for a virgin, you're fucking cocky, you know that? you're so annoying and you're so egotistic i just want to rip that smirk off your face everytime you say shit."

"for a loser like you, you sure talk a lot about how good you’ll be in bed." you spit out and you look do mean and angry that the boy just can't help but submit.

sunghoon almost chokes on a moan when you suddenly grip his hair, continuing your verbal torment on him ans effectively bringing his attention back on you. "you talk like that to other people at work? hm?"

gulping, he answers. but his voice betrays him. "n-no."

sunghoon thought he could stay composed, you're the person he's been picking on for so long after all. it'd be so embarassing if he makes it painfully obvious how much your words affect him but one grind of your hips against his boner turns him to mush and suddenly, all his secret intentions are revealed.

"i'm gonna have so much fun with you."

his long awaited first kiss is stolen by you and despite wanting to rile you up more and cover up his desire, he can't, as the moment your lips touch, sunghoon is diving into you without a second thought.

"m-more..."

perhaps you were mistaken. is this the same sunghoon or was he replaced a few moments ago? where'd the cockiness go? you're not complaining but your definitely going to tease him about it.

petting his hair down, you coo in mockery. "the park sunghoon is asking for more? are you getting all needy for me, sunghoon?"

"fuck you." tease him and he'll spit out insults at you— not that you ever found them offensive though because no matter how hard sunghoon tries to hide it, you already found out his secret. it's true; he's a fucking loser— a virgin at that, who can't control his body when he knows he's going to get pussy.

"are you trynna play hard to get right now?" you chuckle. "being a brat won't get you anywhere, sunghoon. all that talk? it's only going to get you blue balls and punishments."

you don't give him the chance to talk back with lies as you mold your lips together harder, fiercer, with your tongue caressing the sharpness of his teeth. sunghoon doesn't hesitate letting you inside, even offering you a delicate moan. his eyes are half open in bliss and his cheeks are ten times hotter than how they were before. out of pure want, you pinch his ears, smilling into the kiss when you feel the hotness of his body spread even there.

pulling away, sunghoon chases your lips, but can only whine childishly when you duck past his jaw, likely because he wants to keep on kissing you.

what a wimp.

his whines of disapproval gets cut off by himself when you lick a bold stripe down from his collarbone all the way up to his jaw, kissing and sucking on the skin. you take it a step further by spreading your thighs further apart and digging your clothed pussy onto his bulge, making sunghoon scream.

"ah! noona...!" sunghoon whines with head thrown back, allowing you to cover more of his skin with your kisses. eventhough his head faces the ceiling, his eyes are miraculously still focused on you no matter what.

you continue grinding into his pants and each thrust has sunghoon panting with need, falling into the pool of pleasure you've created. he raises his hips up to meet yours, wanting to feel your heat better but the stupid fabric of your pants are preventing him from doing so.

"is it good, hoon?" you're getting cocky and you're all too aware that at this point, you're using sunghoon to satisfy your own needs. it's not about teaching him anymore. it's about getting your revenge and whatever it is you want from him.

though, sunghoon doesn't seem to mind.

"yeah..." he trails off, chest heaving. "it's so fucking good."

clicking your tongue, you raise your hips only to dig them ruthlessly onto his pants, earning a scream-like groan from him.

"you know, sunghoon—"

"call me hoon." he says, butting in.

you roll your eyes before continuing. "you know, sunghoon. i really don't appreciate the way you talk to me."

"you're. so. ungrateful." with each word, you rub yourself on him harder than before.

and his mind spins. sunghoon's body is on fire and if he was any more conscious, he would know that yours is too. you're just as affected by your actions as he is— but he doesn't need to know that.

sunghoon chuckles. "you like it though."

damn it, you spoke too soon. the two-faced bastard fooled you into thinking that he's gone dumb with pleasure— which is partially true in sunghoon's opinion.

irritated, you push him down the bed, his back hitting the mattress. "shut it."

"why?" he asks, the teasing smile on his lips never leaving. "come on, admit it. you like it when i talk like this. you love my mouth."

huffing, you unbotton your pants, taking them off hurriedly along with your underwear in one go. "really? we'll have to try it out next time then, don't we?"

"definitely." he answers before lifting his hips up to help you take his towel off.

there lays sunghoon's dick pretty and erect— you'll never tell him that though, his ego is just going to sky rocket if he finds out you like the way his dick looks, how you can tell just from looking at him that he's heavy and that his dick is thick enough to the point where your thumb and index finger won't meet if you wrap them around him.

"not bad, park." you comment, taking his dick in your hands and pumping it. you press the palm of your hand on his head and sunghoon starts moaning like crazy, body suddenly jolting as bolts of pleasure evade his senses. he tries his hardest to rub the whole of his tip on your hand but he only gets to do so much when you're restricting him by sitting on his lap.

"come on, yn." he moans, eyes begging you to give him more. "i know you think I'm pretty. you don't have to deny it. i know you."

ignoring his latter statement, you commnent on his lack of respect for you instead. "dropping the honorifics now, are we? finally, you're showing your true colors, park."

"i don't think so though. I've been showing you who i am this whole time."

you agree. "that's true."

it's addicting— he's addicting, and you're greedy enough to want to hear him louder, you want him heaving and his voice straining by the end of it. his dick is now coated with his own essence and it quenches the more you rub it. sunghoon is beyond into the pleasure now as his dick just can't stop pouring out precum. his dick is as pretty as it's owner— and so is his voice. the way sunghoon moans and groans put you in an unwanted frenzy.

for a second, you lose your control and let out an amused smile, giving his tip a hard tap. "cute."

shit. the compliment slipped out of nowhere before you could even catch it.

already knowing how sunghoon is going to react, "shut up." you say, trying to avoid looking at his face but at the roof of your eye, you can see the shit-eating grin sunghoon has on his face.

having sex with sunghoon puts him in such a different light. his cockiness and remarks almost seem attractive. the way his chest rises and falls all the while he teases you for complimenting him. if you two were where you were before, you'd be rolling your eyes at him, not wanting to fuck him more.

lining his tip with your pussy, you look at sunghoon and decide that though he's an asshole, you aren't going to be one by just sticking his dick in and using it how you like it. it's his first time not yours. if he was any kinder, you'd actually be careful and soothe him into everything.

but you know sunghoon. he's a big boy. he can take a little roughness. in fact, you're sure that this is what he prefers; he wants to play. he wants to have fun and he's content with this because deep inside, he knows you care.

"so," you prep, running his swollen tip along the valley of your vagina, collecting your juice on the way. "you ready to lose your virginity, pretty boy?"

sunghoon closes his eyes as if he's in pain and you lean forward to caress his arms in concern, thinking that something was wrong when you see him gripping the sheets fiercely. "fuck yes! hurry!"

rolling your eyes at his theatrics, you pinch his arms and he flinches in pain. he smiles with that charming heart throb boyish grin of his— the one that makes your heart flutter.

bitting his lip to contain his giggles, he clarifies. "i'm serious! put it in, please, noona."

you shake your head but comply to his request nonetheless. this boy... what're you doing to me?

as soon as sunghoon's tip gets enveloped inside your walls, sunghoon's mouth hangs open, eyes rolling back just like his head. his brows crash together and you can't seem to take your eyes away from the pure ecstasy painted across his pretty face. never have you seen such a perfect face like his and now, it's become even prettier with the continuous whining for more leaving his mouth.

"s-shit!" he screams and you can see the veins on his neck appear.

realising he's probably experiencing an overwhelming amount of pleasure right now, you lean forward with your chest pressed softly on top of his. your forarm is placed beside sunghoon's head in order to hold yourself up while the other is holding his dick steady as you slowly ease him inside you.

stray tears pool on the ends of sunghoon's eyes before finally falling down across his cheek. out of pure want and care, you kiss the line of stray tears away, comforting him.

"shh, it's okay." you hush, pecking the corner of his mouth. "you're okay. you're almost there, hoon." you cheer on.

you were about to offer him another innocent kiss beside his mouth but sunghoon had other plans. turning his head, he makes it so that your lips clashed at the center of his instead.

"kiss me." shocked, you hear sunghoon's muffled voice due to your lips being pressed against his. "want you to kiss me... please."

choosing to ignore the beating of your heart, you do as he asks and kiss him, effectively helping the boy distract himself from the overwhleming feeling of being encased in your warmth.

as you kiss, you inch sunghoon's length inside your pussy, retracting his cock from time to time in order to help you adjust to his thick girth. once you're finally sitting on his cock, you start moving in small and slow motions, your only objective is to ease him into it before fully giving him your all.

after some time, the greedy bastard starts asking for more. so you comply, not because he told you to— it was because he told you to, but because you were getting impatient and wanted to make yourself feel good already.

"t-that's it." sunghoon stutters, watching the space wherein your bodies connect. "just like that. love the way you bounce on me, noona. makes me feel so hot. i love it so much. you're so good to me...." he babbles on.

sweat trickles down your forehead as you ride his dick. leaning forward, you guide sunghoon's arms towards your chest, cupping your boobs in both hands. sunghoon massages your soft plush skin, wathcing them with his mouth hung open as they jiggle in his palm everytime you bounce on his dick.

"you're turning stupid on me, park." you chuckle, clicking your tongue.

mirroring you, sunghoon grins and answering you as if it was basic knowledge. "of course I'd go stupid. it's you."

there it is again. that weird feeling in your chest that makes your heart skip a beat. you don't know how to feel nor do you know what to say as you're not stupid. you've studied human behaviour and psychology for so long. it's literally your fortè. and to be honest, it doesn't really need a professional to conclude that sunghoon has feelings for you.

or maybe you're completely wrong and not only is sunghoon a complete jack ass but he's also a player.

so you do the only rational thing,you ignore it and keep doing what it is you were meant to be doing; fucking sunghoon, because that's what you're assigned to do. not catch feelings.

"i'm so close, noona." he screams hurriedly, eyes frantically looking at you and his arms snaking hastily to catch your hands, gripping onto them oh so tightly. "come with me, yeah?"

you roll you eyes at him. "so many requests."

"you're supposed to make them come true, aren't you?" he quirks back shakily, trying to get his mind off of coming.

"i'm not your fairy god mother, park." you state in faux annoyance yet you speed you movements up as your orgasm approaches. eventhough you answered his snarky comeback with one of your own, you still do as told.

"i'm not a-asking you to be." his voice stutters, the pleasure building up to the point where his voice starts to quiver. he's so close. one more hard thrust from you and you have him bolting forward, incasing you in his embrace so as to ground himself, screaming as he comes. his body jolts as the waves pool out of him and he grips onto your body tighter, teeth leaving a prominent mark on your shoulder as he bites down on it.

all of it mixed with the feelings of his warm cum painting your wet walls send you over the edge and before you knew it, you were convulsing in his hold, letting out a loud moan that vibrates from your throat.

"i'm not askkng you to be my god fairy or whatever it is you called it." he rolls his eyes, too tired to try to remember but not tired enough to let you go. his mouth is still on your skin and you can feel his saliva coating it but you can't seem to find the will to pull away, actually letting him nibble and suck on your skin as he pleases. "i'm asking you to be mine."

hi lolz im back T^T I realize that I haven't posted a hoon fic in a while— well I do have hoon fics they're just unlisted (don't remind me of them I CANT FIND THE MOTIVATION TO DO THEM AGAIN) but anyways hope you guys enjoy this one. for some reason, hoon reminds me of satoru. like, their personalitiessss they're both somewhat egotistic and they always tease ppl!!!

so ye, that's where I got the character inspo from ♡ don't spoil jjk for me I'm literally refraining from reading the manga just so I don't get any spoilers eventhough I badly wanna know what happens!!!

also, this is unedited :P don't sue me. I'll come back and fix this soon enough.

#💭｡: ﾟ꒰ mirai writes ꒱ ♡ #enhypen #enhypen smut #enhypen sub #sub enhypen #enhypen au #enhypen imagines #enhypen scenarios #enhypen hard hours #enhypen sunghoon #enhypen x reader #park sunghoon #park sunghoon imagines #park sunghoon smut #sunghoon smut

[saintsenara]

mmmh another ship ask

Lets go with snumbledore, (snape really has a weakness for powerful men + redheads)

this is so true and real, anon.

i’m weirdly into snumbledore, because i think it’s really one of the best ships - and, really, probably one of the only ships - which can show dumbledore actually doing some self growth.

because, obviously, it starts out with the potential for horror baked into it. snape and dumbledore have a vast power imbalance at pretty much all points of their acquaintance, and would even without the fact that dumbledore is the one person who keeps snape out of azkaban and who uses that fact to leverage control over him in the mission against voldemort. the age gap is colossal. dumbledore sends snape out to potentially die every time he goes off to voldemort, which requires him to have a certain detachment from snape as a real person.

and - and this is the crucial one - dumbledore’s recognition of himself in snape is pure self-loathing - "you disgust me" - which manifests itself as punishment [dumbledore allowing snape to be humiliated in front of his fellow teachers in philosopher’s stone - as quirrell says about snape’s decision to referee a quidditch match which dumbledore attends anyway, rendering quirrell too afraid to try any funny business - and fudge in prisoner of azkaban; not stopping the presumed-to-be-real moody searching his office in goblet of fire; making him give harry occlumency lessons in order of the phoenix, even though he undoubtedly realises that they will be disastrous; and not letting him teach defence against the dark arts] externalised against snape as a way for dumbledore to soothe his desire to punish himself.

but then this stops in the hazy couple of weeks between the end of order of the phoenix and the beginning of half-blood prince, when snape saves dumbledore’s life after he puts on the ring-horcrux and then does the agonisingly brave thing of agreeing to kill him once it’s no longer possible to contain the curse, and their dynamic equalises.

it’s always really striking in half-blood prince that dumbledore is completely over harry’s sniping about snape - in the earlier books he has admonished him for not using snape’s title, but otherwise looked the other way when harry complains about him, but in half-blood prince he straight-up tells him to shut up. [he also, strikingly, very nearly gives the game away and confesses why snape switched sides - the one thing, as we discover in deathly hallows, which he promised not to do - when harry finds out towards the conclusion of half-blood prince that it was snape who reported the prophecy to voldemort.]

dumbledore coming to recognise that snape - whatever his other faults - is brave, loyal, steadfast, and trustworthy [hence why he lets him teach defence against the dark arts in half-blood prince - he no longer fears what snape’s intellectual interest in dark magic may lead to] is sincerely the most profound example in the series of dumbledore - who tends to pick a view of a person and stick to it, as the eleven-year-old tom riddle can attest - realising that his initial judgement of somebody was mistaken.

[as an aside, i think that this is the implication behind the ‘we sort too soon’ line, shown in deathly hallows and spoken by dumbledore to snape in harry’s fourth year. i’m not the biggest fan of this - i hate the implication that snape displaying an admirable trait like courage would mean that he wasn’t a real slytherin, that house can be understood positively too! - but i do recognise that it’s supposed to be interpreted as the beginning of dumbledore coming to understand who snape actually is.]

and within an equalised dynamic, snape and dumbledore are actually very well matched. they’re intellectual equals, they both have a shared experience of guilt and grief, they both had difficult childhoods, their aesthetic senses are charmingly divergent, snape being so emotionally feral is good for someone as emotionally repressed as dumbledore, and so on.

i ship it, your honour.

#asks answered #asenora's opinions on ships #snumbledore #albus dumbledore #severus snape #they invented the goth bf rainbow bf dynamic

[pookiesdairy]

GenV: Marie Moreau x Jordan Li

Part 1

Summary : The class schedules are out and Marie finds out that she’s not enrolled into the crimefighting programme. She goes to the school to find out of if there’s been an error on her timetable. When she reaches the office she comes into contact with Professor Brink’s T.A. Jordan Li.

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They/them pronouns used for Jordan Li.

currently unedited...

Author's notes: this is just my interpretation of what went down in the first episode lol. The other parts will drift off from the main plot of the show and will contain lots of smut hehehe. Enjoy xxx

Trigger Warning : 18+ only!, corruption kink, power dynamic, public humiliation, angst, punishment undertones, undertones of smut, intense!Jordan, desperate!Marie.

This Fanfic contains A LOT OF SPOILERS BEWARE

Marie takes a deep breath as she steadies herself before opening the main entrance door to the reception area, where she finds someone hunched over the desk leading to the professor’s office.

The person looks oddly familiar. It’s a woman, dark hair cut short, with a round face, delicate soft features with little to no makeup on. Despite herself, Marie sucked in a sharp breath at the sight of her. She had never seen a more beautiful woman, even with a fuckass bob, an oversized sweater, a pearl chocker necklace, and large, obnoxious golden rings on. She can’t stop staring.

Walking closer to the desk, Marie immediately knew damn well who she was. She knew what they were. Yet it didn’t stop her from confirming. "Jordan, right?" Marie asks in awe and continues nervously, “Jordan Li... First of all, you’re awesome—I mean, WOW! Ranked number two in the whole school... I”.

Jordan bored out of their minds and says, `“Yeah, if you want Professor Brink’s autograph, you gotta buy his book”. They must have felt her eyes on them, but they don’t even bother looking up at her as they continue ruffling through papers on the desk. Jordan’s expression remained indifferent, in stark contrast to Marie’s quiet determination.

Marie, still staring intensely and feeling slightly embarrassed, awkwardly stutters, “Oh. No, that’s not why I’m here. Um Uh. There’s clearly been a mistake. I-I signed up for Brink’s Freshmen Intro to Crimefighting, but it’s not in my schedule”. She had only seen Jordan on TV, and this was the first time seeing them in person, so she felt slightly intimidated.

“What’s your name?” Jordan asks her, slowly turning to the computer. "Moreau...Marie" keys immediately start clacking as Jordan looks her up in the system. “Marie Moreau”.

A little smile forms on Jordan’s lips, and they say aloofly, “Oh, yeah, I see the problem. You were rejected”. Marie can barely focus as she stares at Jordan's juicy, plump lips, but the words seem far away. Her skin felt flush.

“Wh-What? What do you mean? I-I , like, quadruple checked the forms,” Marie says pathetically with a look of disbelief all over her face.

Jordan chuckled, eyeing Marie up and down “Yeah, we just don’t have space for everyone”. Marie tensed at the eye contact, her heart racing.

In that moment, Jordan really looked at her and realised how cute she looked, all flustered and desperate. Her little reactions: her fists balled together, legs fidgeting, nose all scrunched up, lips parted, eyes wide and pleading. They felt an odd little rush of excitement in their chests as Marie continued begging and started walking even closer to the desk. “No, but I have to take... Intro. Everyone who majors in crime fighting takes Intro”.

Jordan might have pitied her if she hadn’t made this harder for herself and too easy for them. Everyone knew to never bother Jordan Li and to never waste their precious time. Marie’s pretty little head hasn’t registered it yet.

“Look, most freshmen show up; they think they’ll major in crimefighting, crush their combat and forensics classes, and score a city contract, but they won’t. I mean, you’re competing with kids who have cleared homicide cases and who have over a million followers”.

Jordan inhales deeply and sighs, “And you..." before looking back at a spreadsheet with all of Marie’s stats.

“You don’t even have an Insta” they chuckle mockingly and go back to typing, shooing her with, "Now, I kind of have to get back to this ”.

The harshness of Jordan’s words hurt but also made Marie's stomach flutter and her thighs squeeze together. With a look of annoyance on her face, she asks, “Can I talk to Professor Brink about this?” Jordan immediately responds with a "no," still typing. They then look up at Marie deadpan and say, “I made the call. I’m his T.A.” before going back to looking at the computer. This didn’t stop Marie from arguing with the devil’s shadow. Her stubbornness had already gotten her this far.

Pausing at their words, Marie’s face hardens. “Hold on. This was your  decision?" . There is growing tension in the air as she leans towards Jordan loudly asks, “Who are you to reject me?”. In that instant, Jordan wanted to bend her over their lap and teach her a lesson.

“His T.A.” Jordan retorts with a sexy but smug smile. Marie felt her cheeks heat up at their facial expression and the heat of her arousal in the pit of her stomach, which only made her feel hotter.

The sound of the professor’s door opening cuts through the tension between the two, and they both turn to look at it just as Professor Brinks walks out with a shotgun pointed directly at Jordan.

"Jordan,” the professor calls out, walking towards them before he proceeds to shoot them in the chest.

Jordan leans back, quickly switches to their masculine side, and gets hit with the bullet. They barely flinch and smirk as they move their now large, veiny hand to grab the bullet shell off their sweater and drop it on the desk.

Marie jumps and exclaims, “What the fuck?" in utter shock and horror.

Marie gasps at the sudden transformation. She didn’t want to, but she couldn’t stop herself from noticing Jordan’s hair is even shorter and slicked back, his jaw sharper, his eyebrows thicker, his shoulders broader, and his chest filling out the previously baggier sweatshirt. With a very obvious tent poking his pants. No doubt, Jordan made a very handsome man. Their handsome face was making Marie even more flustered.

Brink laughs heartily: “Goddamn, that’s the fastest draw I’ve ever seen”. Jordan, smirking mischievously, dusts himself off before pointing to the hole in his sweater and saying, “Uh, you're going to need to buy me a new shirt, Professor”. Brink chuckles, "Oh, hey, sorry, champ,” and looks at Jordan he's shadow adoringly before he pulls a white handkerchief from his pocket and begins to wipe his shotgun.

Jordan, in turn, nonchalantly picks up a diary from their desk and starts reading out the professor's schedule. “Good morning, America wants to interview you about ‘how Brink’s technique with super kids can help you with your kid's.".

The professor says, bored “Tell them to read my book”. Marie forced her eyes away from Jordan and quickly said, “I’ve read your book,” staring desperately at the professor. The professor finally looks up from his gun and acknowledges Marie. She continues, “I’ve read all of your books." Jordan rolls their eyes, interrupts her, and says “I’ve already handled this, sir”.

Marie says, “Sir She...” and Jordan sharply looks at Marie, and she looks back and quickly changes her words, “I mean, he... they..." before turning to the professor and finishing, “Rejected me into your intro class. But they’re dead wrong. They don’t know meee”. Marie couldn’t help but let out the whine working its way into her voice, despite her best efforts to hide her simmering anxiety and arousal.

“That so?” The professor replies before shooting Jordan a knowing look of amusement and entertaining her little rant.

He slowly begins to angle his body towards his office as Marie says, “It’s not about the talent; it’s about the drive. Right?” nodding her head in desperation, hoping and longing to hear her childhood hero confirm what she believes to be true. And he nods back, and a glimmer of hope and determination enters her eyes as she says something ragged and desperate. “And that’s me. I could go all the way. I just... I just need a chance ”.

He looks at her with pity, softly pats her head, and says, “Performing Arts is a fine programme," before turning full, walking into his office, and closing the door behind him.

Marie turns to Jordan with a look of dejection in her teary eyes, and she finds them with a full-blown smile on their faces, all their front teeth gleaming under the florescent lighting. Jordan can’t help the laughter that escapes them.

“Fuck you, Jordan." Marie chokes out as Jordan winks at her "Gladly Sweetheart” and gets back to typing as she angrily flips them the bird and stomps out of the office humiliated.

Jordan feels an even larger tingle in their chest and an unfamiliar knot twisted in their neither region. And they assume it’s coming from the adrenaline from getting shot by his mentor. But Jordan has been rock hard for the past 30 minutes.

Staring down at their crotch, Jordan realises that he might have just found something—no, someone—better than the drugs and school ranking—a much more rewarding conquest. How beautiful… How foolish of Marie to almost make an enemy out of the future number one of the school!

Jordan wanted to make her beg. They had to make Marie theirs. They needed to corrupt Marie’s pretty little head and make her know her place. With her kneeling and her chatty mouth snug on their cock and clit.

Jordan knew just who to call to help them with this particular dilemma. They would call Cate. Cate Dunlap.

#gen v amazon #gen v spoilers #genvedit #jordanmarie #jordan x marie #limoreau #gen v prime #naive girl #smut #corruption kink #enemies to lovers #angst #power dynamics #student x teacher #kinktober #genv fanfic #jaz sinclair #derek luh #london thor #jordan li #marie moreau #bloodgender

[olderthannetfic]

I feel like people won't like this question but not knowing the answer bothers me, so here goes. I'm part of a small writing community and in my category (original m/m) I'm a really small author, getting one comment per chapter, while others have 100+ comments for the same amount of chapters. These are usually the type of stories that are darker with elements of rape and seme/uke dynamics and feature maffia bosses, sex slaves, hybrids, A/B/O and the like. These are not my cup of tea but I understand the id explanation and fully support it, I just don't understand how my id can be so different from the majority's.

My favourite dynamic is bad boy with a golden heart/fairly normal guy, so that's what I write most often and I thought this was a popular dynamic. Within that dynamic, my stories are pretty eclectic, I've got old butler/young groom, prince/court painter, ghost hunter youtuber/ghost, PE teacher/math teacher, I write about adults, teenagers, boys, girls, etc. What is it that's so appealing in maffia stories but not in mine?

Obviously I'm motivated by jealousy in asking this, but I hope I don't come off as too unpleasant or pretentious. I just don't understand what the barrier is that I can't step over, what it is that makes these other authors so popular. It's disheartening to realise I will never be as popular as them, and not knowing why. (Of course I know the obvious answer is to just write whatever makes me happy and don't think about popularity and numbers, find friends with similar tastes, etc., but I do that most of the time and in asking this, I'm just interested in how other people see the issue, what might be the reason behind the majority's taste.)

I think all of the writers in question can tell a story fairly well, me included, so I can only think the difference is in the topics we choose. (Also in sappy declarations of love and the characters constantly calling each other "sweetheart" and "my love" that sounds kind of cringey in my native language but I can't imagine people are not interested in my stories because they don't contain tearful love confessions. There's plenty of romance there, though less and less explicit sex.) So can anybody tell me what makes these darker topics so much more appealing? Maybe if I understood, I would be less bothered by it.

(You're also free to tell me I'm a wanker and to come off it, of course.)

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Haha. Well... I think a certain amount of professional jealousy or at least insecurity is common, especially if you're hoping to pay your rent or gain clout or something and it isn't happening for you (yet). (I'm unclear if your original m/m niche is one where people are seeking money or not.)

I don't feel bad when other people are more popular because I know my shit is good. If it hasn't found an audience, it's partly because my marketing isn't good (or existent) or because it just takes time to find an audience. But a lot of it has to do with my native personality. I'm just not a jealous person, and I find jealousy odd and confusing most of the time. (Cue a bunch of fiction exploring jealous characters. Haha.)

There are some interesting side topics to discuss here, but your question, taken exactly as phrased, is basically about your own emotions and not about external reality.

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It sounds to me from what you wrote here like maybe you're writing in your native language?

But if you are writing in English, watch out for little pitfalls like "heart of gold" vs. "golden heart".

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Second... what do you mean "majority"? Do you honestly think that everyone, everywhere likes runny assholes and mafia rape?

If the community you hang out in all prefers a/b/o to what you like to write, your answer is right there: You have chosen to hang out with the wrong people, courting the wrong audience.

That says nothing about whether somebody somewhere else prefers lighthearted bad boy stories.

In the professional m/m novelist circles I've seen (the type where people only publish complete books, not serialized things), contemporary romance is one of the categories that sells best. I'm not an authority since I loathe contemporary, but it's so very, very popular, probably much more so than any given dark kink trope.

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Third, Wattpad-style mafia stories, a/b/o, hybrids, and suchlike are easy to market.

They have very specific keywords that make it easy for aficionados to find that exact subgenre in order to consume five thousand more of the exact same thing.

Look at conventional romance novels: The most popular and enduring individual books are by Names and are often a little harder to tag, but a lot of what sells at the lower tiers is that "The Greek Billionaire's Virgin Bride" stuff where you figure the actual prose is terrible but it will deliver exactly the tropes you expect and want with no wasting time on shit you don't care about.

'Bad boy with a heart of gold' is fairly easy to tag too, but if that's the only keyword-y bit of your stories, that could be an issue.

If you're writing the sorts of things that live or die by tropes and you don't write explicit sex, that can also be a hindrance.

It's not that everyone wants explicit sex in their books, but if I'm looking for a high volume of average-quality stuff by kink or trope, I probably do.

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This one's more idiosyncratic, but for me personally, if I'm picking up something that's less about delivering specific sex scenes or kink experiences, I probably care more about quality of prose and plot.

I absolutely have a double standard here, and that does extend to iddy-but-not-porny stories in many cases because something like really intense hurt/comfort just won't hit home well enough for me if it isn't up to a certain writing standard.

I also do not tolerate serialization for this type of thing very well where I probably would for a story that has a different fucked up kinky sex scene in every chapter.

Yes, I believe you that you can write a decent story. Can you write a great one?

Lots of the most popular books of all time have some romance without having a lot of soppy pet names or explicit sex, but they're also often a hell of a lot better at mystery or action or sweeping historical epic or charming sense of place or some other thing than I'm guessing these circles you run in are.

I could be wrong. You could be a brilliant writer. But I do wonder if you're hanging out in the right place or comparing yourself to the right authors to achieve whatever your goals actually are.

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A related thing that occurs to me here is that writing about all categories of person is terrible branding.

It works if your selling point is your brilliant plots and prose, especially if you are traditionally published.

It works a hell of a lot less well if your selling point is tropey original m/m with easy keywords in an online context. Why would that audience suddenly want a f/f version of the same thing? They might, but they very well might not. If they like young protagonists, maybe they don't also like old ones. etc.

When people are filtering down and down and down by keywords, having a diverse oeuvre is not an asset unless you are head and shoulders above all the other writers around.

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We can also talk about why people like darker tropes over lighter ones, but I think you have some assumptions and some marketing!fail to unpack here.

But the short version of my answer is that some of the darker tropes still have a lot of zing and inherent drama even in the hands of a mediocre writer, while a fairly banal contemporary romance setup needs a higher degree of skill to inject life into it.

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Anyone else have thoughts?

[quodekash]

ployphach phatchatorn thanawat. she's not in dangerous romance, but man is she pretty and gorgeous and perfect. let's all just think about her for a second.

okay now that that's out of the way, continuing episode 7 of dangerous romance

:( my boy

you silly little man kang, you need to know your limits

I know you wanted to be cool and to prove yourself by eating the spicy food (and also sailom definitely thought the raspy coughing sounds you were making from the spice were kinda sexy-sounding) but sometimes your own health and safety should be prioritised above impressing people

YES YES YES YES YES YES YESSSS

ITS GUYNAWA TIME BABEYYYYYY

AND HE IMMEDIATELY LOOKS RIGHT AT GUY BECAUSE OF COURSE THEYRE SITTING NEXT TO EACH OTHER (well, across the corner but its still technically next to him in my book)

my boy looks uncomfy

I can't tell if its bc of the bar setting or if its bc he's right next to his enemy/crush and his enemy/crush is staring directly at him in a way that says "I want to destroy you" but in a few different ways

HOLY FRICK JUST FRIKIN GRAB HIM AND TAKE HIM TO A RESTROOM AND SMOOCHY SMOOCH GRAB HIS FACE AND MAKE OUT

LMAO HE CALLED HIM NONG

I still dont know if they're going down the maxauto route or not, if its platonic or romantic, but either way their dynamic is incredible and I love it so much

👀

nO

LETS NOT

THAT IS A GROWN-ASS WOMAN

HE IS 17/18

AND HE IS ALSO QUEER AS HELL

SHE'S SO PRETTY BUT AAAAAAA NO

KANG

everybody say thank you kang

"thaaaank youuu kaaaaannngg"

GOUERBIGE4OUWBGSD

WAIT

OMG

OMG

OMG

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I think they're both aware of their feelings for each other but they're afraid of it/rejection and thus express those feelings through anger and I just can't wait for them to hate fuc

PFFT

WHAT IS IT WITH THIS EPISODE AND TELLING VERY-NOT-STRAIGHT CHARACTERS TO GO/BE STRAIGHT

AND "be straight with me" HONEY, HE CAN'T BE STRAIGHT AT ALL, AND HE CAN BE STRAIGHT THE LEAST WHEN HE'S WITH YOU

KISS

THEYRE CHALLENGING EACH OTHER

THEYRE SO FLIRTING

THEYRE SO IN LOVE

HOLY FRICK NUGGETS IM GOING INSANE

they cheersed

THEY CHEERSED THEIR CUPS

THEY DID THE CLINKY CLINK

I can't tell what he's thinking

it could be anywhere from "im so tired" to "he's so hot" to "man I wish I was that bottle rn" to just completely unimpressed

we all knew it would end like this

there was no other way it could've gone

(dear lord jesus please let them kiss in a moment)

HOLY FRICK

HOLY FRICK

I have such a severe case of side couple syndrome idk if you've noticed

im making strange noises

they're so important to me

ghibeisgdkhverbshdgbrehb

I feel like its important for everyone to know that im currently lying on my stomach looking at my laptop with my feet in the air kicking, but im also balancing my pillow on top of my feet because I do that sometimes, and im doing incredibly well at kicking my feet while not letting the pillow fall

GIVUERJDKBG

IM SMILING SO HARD

I LOVE THEM

oh he's recoiling

he has trauma we havent even begun to unpack yet

thinking back to the dog quote, where he implies his dad used harsh methods to "train" him, and he probably hit him a lot. the way he's yelling now, and the way kang is shrinking away in fear, keeping his voice low, avoiding eye contact, tells me this is bringing back a lot of repressed memories of pain and fear

that was... weirdly kind

I think he realised he had an audience, and he has a reputation of goodness to maintain for his election, and he needs to make sure he's still got a good eye from the public, and the public happens to contain kang's friends

but behind closed doors, the monster of pure anger that kang sees him as emerges from the shadows, leaking from all the dark corners of their mansion, and kang shuts himself off to not have to experience the horrors looming above him in the shape of his father

THEY ARE FRIENDS

CAPTAIN GRANDMA, LETS GOOOO

CAPITANO NONNA

YES okay so my thoughts were right

my thoughts were: the 'so we can go official now?' clip is gonna happen this episode

its gonna be kang's bravery in standing up for auto that makes sailom agree to let them be official

but I wasn't sure how that would happen this episode because I wasn't sure if there would be a soccer match this episode

BUT HERE IS PROOF so basically im amazing and im gonna be right and we should all appreciate me

...bRO

is this connection how hes gonna end up at kang's house to steal and commit crimes and perhaps shoot kang's dad @respectthepetty

WHY DO THEY LOOK LIKE THAT

WHY DO THEY LOOK LIKE THAT

HOLY FRICK

THATS RIDICULOUS

HOW ARE THEY GONNA MOVE IN THOSE CLOTHES, THE GUYS ARE IN FULL ASS SUITS

MAN I DONT LIKE THIS

THAT SUCKS

I THOUGHT MAYBE THE CHEERLEADING WAS ACTUALLY KIND OF GOOD IN THIS SHOW AND NOT TOXIC AND NOT EXPLOITATIVE OF WOMEN BUT APPARENTLY I WAS WRONG

anyway

oh

well- I feel slightly better about it now

okay they do look lovely and pimfah loves it and doesnt like feel uncomfortable so thats good

I just. you would think they would wear something less fancy for a... soccer game

ME

felt that

my emotions are stored in my eyes bro, whatever it is, its coming out in tears

GROUP HUGSSS I love group hugs

ITS BEEN TWO HOURS AND I HAVE FIFTEEN MINUTES LEFT OF THE EPISODE, LETS SEE HOW LONG IT TAKES ME TO WATCH 15 MINUTES (find out in the next post because I once again talked too much)

#quodekash disregards sleep because of dangerous romance #dangerous romance #dangerous romance series #dangerous romance the series #kangsailom #kanghansailom #sailomkang #sailomkanghan #guynawa #nawaguy #guynava #navaguy #marcpawin #pawinmarc #marc pahun #pawin kulkaranyawich #win pawin #perthchimon #chimonperth #perth tanapon #chimon wachirawit

[coarsely]

So it doesn't bother him that Hendrix enjoyed the small meals he made for every few days to keep them going... he just wishes the man would stop to breathe, or actually chew, for once. “Ain’t nothin’ like this in Neo-Babylon, boss,” Hendrix manages to cough out in between gulping down bites of the leftover stew and fresh nut cutlets Diomede had made from the many seeds he had been picking and pocketing into one of his satchels for the past week. “I’m serious. Fuckin’ nothin’ but raw fish, and like, clams that make your face puff up ‘n your eyes start watering. Shit’s gross, man.” “... That sounds like a shellfish allergy,” he says slowly. Was he joking? Diomede couldn't tell. Mindlessly, he pokes at the fire the two made to reheat the stew from a few days ago. Mostly so he wouldn't have to look at the man eating. “Huh? Fuck is an allergy?” Hendrix sounds genuinely curious. Diomede wonders how none of those books Hendrix bragged about reading didn’t contain one passing mention of an allergy. “Well, it's sometimes... people can’t eat certain things or they get ill, and I mean really ill, but not because there’s something wrong with the food, but because their body can’t handle it, or doesn’t know how to process it, or something along those lines. I couldn't tell you quite how it works, but there was this girl I knew who couldn’t go anywhere near seeds and the like ‘cause she got so sick she could die from it. I couldn’t imagine that. I mean, not being able to eat nuts!” “Tell me about it,” Hendrix chews harder on the nut cutlet, then swallows loudly. The sound is disgusting, but Diomede isn’t as bothered by it as maybe he ought to be. “So, you’re tellin' me, I got that? Not everyone gets the sweats and gets all puffy when they eat clam?” His thin eyebrows are furrowed at this sudden realisation. The skin of his forehead wrinkles in heavy thought. “No, Hendrix, that isn’t normal.” Hendrix sits back, his expression intensifying. His pale hand half-covered with coral growth strokes slowly at his chin, half-eaten nut cutlet still in his other hand. “... You know, I was wonderin' why people kept eatin’ it if it made them feel so fuckin’ sick.” Diomede purses his lips so hard they ache, and exhales hot air out of his nose to keep himself from snorting. Even though he probably deserves getting laughed at, just a little. “Yeah, well, most people don’t force themselves to eat food that actually hurts them.”

Interaction I enjoyed writing between Hendrix and Diomede, from a little untitled one-shot that's just to give me a feel for the character dynamics 😁

Taglist for Anti-Chronicles (ask to be + / -); @digital-chance, @solipseismic, @sengawolf

#brieuc.lit #gives my oc's allergies as a treat #anti-chronicles #Diomede #Hendrix #nod #writers on tumblr

[marazhaibrainrot]

Like legit owlcat needs to fix that lock marazhai in the cargo hold route stuff cause it actually resolves the issues I (personallly) have with dom!RT and sub!mara, because it's not about squeamishness, it's about control, and controlling every little aspect of this delusional elf that has for whatever reason decided to crawl into the beasts den and stay there instead of booking it the moment they left commoragh. Like it's not the feasting/hunting that gets me, it's the fact that for how possessive/controlling full dom!RT seems to be at times, letting marazhai hunt free his corner of the decks as he pleases seems to be not that.

So this got kind of long sooo

It feels like it was supposed to be

- marazhai has full reign of ship = sub!RT

- marazhai has feasting area = nuetral, heretic RT who is not romancing him, it's a compromise between sustaining him and also keeping him contained and also chaos and heresy

- keep him locked up and control his diet/feed him/make him beg for it = dom!RT

And like lowkey there's precedent for this with the bed scene where there's just not sub version of it no matter what. And so I choose to believe that there's alternate sub route for how to handle the locked up Marazhai route that we were denied. (Or I could just be projecting my own desires/interpretations onto marzipan lol, toybox archeology and its consequences)

Sub!marazhai is interesting in the sense that he's always creating openings for you to assert your dominance and I'm thinking that a fully realized dom!RT shouldn't be waiting or watching for those openings, fun and salacious as they are, instead creating/opening them as they desire.

There seems to be this sense of dignified 😈 around this elf, which yeah he's trueborn and that's sort of a big deal for the drukhari, even if this one is a loser.

He has this dark grace and I want dom!RT to have noneee of that.

I want their dynamic to be a mix of, RT still has an axe to grind with marazhai, but they also find the flashes of submission from this ruinous creature unexpectedly appetizing and want more, much much more.

And marzipan existing in a state of assuming he'd be introducing RT to his culture and the drukari condition and slowly testing and teaching them and then finding the carpet pulled out from under him when RT ends up being much more experienced than he was prepared for and much more demanding in ways he wasn't prepared for.

Oh, Marzipan needs to feed on suffering to not wither away? Well instead of that being something he gets to take for granted that he will be fed, that it will be conditional, a reward. I want to him to squirm for it. To question whether RT will actually seriously give him up to slaneesh just like that. I wish you could do that btw, you can offer him to the inquisition, you should certainly be able to- oh wait you can yeah, with the daemonettes.

But it's not a proper equivalent though, a proper equivalent would be drawing a straight up ritual circle, parking his betrayed and terrified self in it and kissing him goodbye. Better if after the brand because sure, he thought it meant something but you've tossed out/thrashed much more expensive property than one drukhari.

Anyways.

This is making me realise that what I actually want is the heretic rt ending but like the diet coke version and only marazhai drinks it. Kind iconoclast RT for everyone else. And occasionally for marzipan but like to torture him by denying him torture. And that to be loved is to be changed slideshow and it's just marazhai before and after. Would this RT still adore marazhai after cooking him like this? Who knows.

#marazhai #marazhai aezyrraesh #thank you for coming to my ted talk #the emperor protects #and like I feel like yrilet would back away from you a bit because killing dark eldar is one thing #personally handing over their souls to she-who-thirsts is another #sub!marazhai

[iobsessoverfictionalmen]

Mystery of dreams and reality - part 4

AN: This is utter filth. If you're underage do not engage with this fic! Not only is this smut, and quite lengthy because it took on a life of its own, but there's also a twist at the end. This chapter contains mentions of imprisonment, blood, death, persecution, being chained up, and murder. It also contains a bit of pain play, hints of blood play, threesome (m/f/m), praise kink, unprotected sex, oral sex (female and male receiving), knotting, cum swallowing, d/s dynamics, swearing, breeding kink, dirty talk, and hints of jealousy.

Following Sirius' explanation, a gloomy air hung around Number 12 Grimmauld Place.  Kreacher seemed to pick up on it as well because the elf was a little politer to Sirius and frequently checked up on you.  You weren’t sure why you were feeling this way. 

You had a fantastic relationship with Sirius and the dreams that you were having were artificially and accidentally created by a potion.  So, why did you feel so upset at the fact that you knew that these dreams would be ending soon?

As the day drifted to a close and you cuddled into Sirius’ embrace, you still didn’t have an answer.  You were so preoccupied with your thoughts that for a few moments, you didn’t realise that you had closed your eyes.

Nothing could have prepared you for the sight that greeted you and what you felt when you reopened your eyes.

You were in a cell with your wrists bound.  Judging by the jeers, laughter, and clothing of the people outside of the cell, you estimated that you were in a small village, probably in the early 19th century.

“Like the chains little witch?” A man guffawed on the other side of your cell as your audience left the two of you alone with a few dark chuckles at your apparent misfortune, “I made them myself.  Go on, look at ‘em.”

At his prompting, you looked down at your manacled wrists.  At first glance, the binds themselves looked like they were made out of ordinary steel but as you continued to examine them, you noticed several runes etched on the shackles.

The man continued speaking while you looked at the runes, “Grabbed a book about your heathen sketches off another one of your kind when he came through ‘ere.” The man boasted, “If I’ve done it right an’ I think I have, you won’t be able to access your--”

In the distance, heavy sounding doors slammed open which distracted the man who was speaking and gave you the opportunity to identify some of the runes that had been etched onto the surface of the metal binding your wrists.  Thankfully, the runes hadn’t been drawn properly so they weren’t functional and they were merely decorative.  The desire to break your restraints and demonstrate just how magically powerful you actually were was growing stronger inside you with each passing second and you reached for the chain with your hands.

The man was still distracted, he seemed to be listening to the footsteps that were drawing closer, and you took advantage of his distracted state by gripping the chain tightly in your hands and channelling your magic.

The right-hand side link of the chain closest to you broke apart from a tiny push with your magic.  You had almost broken the other side when a familiar voice had your head shooting up in surprise.

“What exactly are you doing in here?”

“F—father Solomon,” the man who was taunting you stammered out, “I-I-I--”

“Would you kindly spit out whatever it is you are trying to say before I die of old age?” Father Solomon challenged mockingly.

The other man’s bluster seemed to have left him and he visibly shrunk in Father Solomon’s presence.  You were surprised to see the man who greatly resembled Sirius in purple, floor-length robes with a grey sash around his middle and an ornate silver cross hanging around his neck. He was wearing black pants and black boots as well.  His hair was about the same length as Sirius’ yet his grey eyes were cold as he stared down the other man.

“Well?” Father Solomon prompted impatiently.

“I wanted to pay my respects before the witch was sentenced to death,” the man whispered with his gaze on the floor.

“Oh?” Father Solomon stepped forwards and the other man appeared to be simultaneously wishing he was anywhere else and fighting the impulse to step backwards.  You had to give the man some credit, if Sirius had been staring at you like that, not even attempting to conceal his fury, you would have made any excuse to get out of his sight and possibly out of the country.

“I didn’t realise that you had taken over my position and had any knowledge of the obligations that a Church official must undertake before an individual is sent to the gallows.”

Your heart sank at the realisation that Father Solomon wasn’t here to save you despite how much he resembled Sirius.

“Of course not,” the other man stuttered, “my apologies Father Solomon.”

“Leave us!” The Father commanded and the man nodded rapidly, nearly stumbling over his feet as he rushed to the exit.  Though he still had enough courage to sneer at you as he passed.

You returned to your previous task of breaking the chain that was connected to the manacles that kept your hands together.  If Father Solomon wasn’t going to be of any assistance, you were going to get out of here yourself.  You were a powerful witch.  Your resolve strengthened as you remembered that during your first dream, you had the strength to walk away from the doppelgänger that you had encountered.  You knew that you could do it again, no matter how much it pained you.

You felt the weight of Father Solomon’s gaze on you as the other side of the link broke, causing your hands to fall into your lap.

“There’s my clever witch,” Father Solomon breathed.

Still annoyed at him, you ignored his praise and switched your focus to the shackles on your wrists.  With a thought, two small cracks appeared in the metal of your binds, one on each of the manacles that inhibited the movement of your wrists.  As you watched, the cracks grew larger until they stretched from the top to the bottom of the manacles.  With one more push of your magic, the manacles split and fell onto the ground landing with a clatter that was bound to attract attention.

Apparently throwing caution to the winds, Father Solomon wrenched open the door to your cell with inhuman strength and strode in as you climbed to your feet, rubbing at the tender skin of your reddened wrists.  With two strides, Father Solomon stood in front of you, and with a gentle gesture, he placed two fingers underneath your chin and lifted your head so he was looking into your eyes.

For a moment, the two of you simply stared at each other and you felt your annoyance melt away at the concern in his gaze.  Using his other hand, he caressed your cheek tenderly before bending down and capturing your lips with his own.

The kiss was far too brief for your liking and after the two of you broke apart, you realised that someone must have reopened the heavy doors that you had heard opening before because you could once again hear jeers, laughter and taunting voices urging you to face the crowd outside.  Your hands crept up and clutched at Solomon’s robes tightly.

“Don’t be afraid.” Solomon whispered against your lips, “The Dark Prince is coming.”

Inexplicably, you understood that he was talking about Dracula.

Moments later, his words proved to be true as the jeers, laughter and taunting voices abruptly stopped only to be replaced with screams of terror.  A smile crossed your face as four shadows appeared on the ground of your cell growing longer and larger as the seconds passed.

Before your very eyes, four vampires appeared.  Their mouths were stained red and their lips were curved upwards in malicious smiles revealing their elongated canines.

“We found her!” Three of the vampires hissed in unison.  Judging by their voices and what you could see of them in the dim lighting, they were women.

The fourth vampire stepped forwards and some light fell on his face, illuminating it.  the fourth vampire was clearly a male.  That was all your mind could process because the vampire staring back at you was another of Sirius’ doppelgängers.

One of the female vampires hissed unexpectedly.  Following her gaze, you looked down and realised that she was hissing because of the manacles that now lay on the floor.  You knew that her enhanced eyesight was allowing her to see the pitiful attempts at the runes that had been carved into the metal of the manacles.

“Let us hunt them!” She begged; her face now twisted into a snarl.  “We shall punish them for the disrespect that they showed you on this All Hallows Eve night.”

“Go!” Dracula ordered without looking at them as he was staring at you hungrily, “Raze this insignificant village to the ground.  Erase it from history.”

In perfect synchronisation, the female vampires bowed.  In one fluid movement, they pivoted and dashed forwards, out of the building.  Solomon turned away from you, gazing at the exit that the other vampires had left through with hunger burning in his gaze as Dracula stepped into the cell.

You reached forwards and grabbed onto one of Solomon’s sleeves.  At your unspoken plea, he turned to face you.

“They are more than capable,” you began.  As if to support your argument, the sounds of objects crashing, frightened screams, and gleeful, if somewhat insane cackles reached your ears.

“I want the both of you tonight,” you declared boldly, not relinquishing your grip on the sleeve of Solomon’s sleeve.  Solomon still had the hungry expression on his face but the air had changed around you and so had his hunger.  It wasn’t a craving for revenge and fear any longer.  The hungry expression that Solomon wore promised a much more satisfying way to spend the night.

“If that is what our little witch desires.” Dracula purred, lifting one of your wrists to his mouth and placing a gentle kiss on the inside of your wrist where your veins were visible.  Dracula’s canines scraped the tender skin of your wrist causing you to gasp in pleasure.  Both Dracula and Solomon inhaled deeply as you gasped and the scent of your arousal reached them.

Being part of the hidden supernatural world had its advantages and within a very short period, you were in a large, spacious castle.  You didn’t have any more time to admire nor examine the castle because Dracula had swept you into his arms and clutching you tightly, he sped through the castle and its corridors.  Before you knew it, Dracula found the room he was searching for and he glided forwards and gently lowered you onto the bed before stepping back and watching you expectantly.

There was a rush of air and Solomon appeared in the room.  Clearly the scent of your arousal had affected him because the curved horns that he had in his demon form were visible atop his head and his pointed tipped wings were also visible.  His wings were incredibly large, signifying his age and rank among demons.  They sprouted from the middle of his back and reached outwards and they were also beautifully coloured.  Red decorated the edges of the wings before darkening to a midnight purple and then, as the wings narrowed closer to the base, the colour changed again, darkening to an inky black.

With a flap of his tremendous wings, Solomon landed on the bed atop your outstretched legs.  His prehensile tail wove around your torso pulling you up into a sitting position.  His tail uncurled itself from your torso and dropped down slightly, tracing down your thigh as Solomon re-connected your lips.

You gasped into his mouth at the feeling of his tail gliding up and down your thigh and you felt him grin before raising a hand to cup the back of your head and pull you closer.  You knew that you would have beard burn later but you couldn’t find it in yourself to care as you opened your mouth so that his tongue could explore it. 

You let out a moan as Solomon’s now pointed nails scraped along your scalp before grasping some of your hair and pulling back harshly.  The movement caused your lips to disconnect and you to bare your neck to the hungry gazes of the demon and the vampire.  The latter let out an appreciative groan at the sight of the exposed flesh and gracefully moved forwards.  As your demon nipped and sucked his way down one side of your neck, your other lover sucked marks into the other side of your neck, paying special attention to the middle of your neck.  That was one of Dracula’s favourite spots to mark you because the skin was directly above your carotid artery.  Occasionally his fangs would graze the area but you knew that he wouldn’t bite unless you gave him explicit consent to do so and even then, he was extremely cautious not to drain you too much.

You pushed your torso upwards, begging for more and your two lovers took the hint.  Solomon’s tail wrapped around your torso again and kept you upright as Dracula and Solomon pulled back.  In Solomon’s case, he also removed his clawed hand from your hair which caused you to whine at the loss.

“You have two seconds to remove your clothing otherwise Dracula and I will shred it off of you,” Solomon ordered in a husky voice filled with promise.

Reaching for your magic, you vanished your clothing and to save you time undressing them, you were far too impatient for that, you vanished their clothing as well.  You knew that your clothing would reappear in the laundry.

When you refocused on Solomon and Dracula, expecting to resume your previous activities, you found the both of them staring at you heatedly.  Their gazes made your abdomen clench as heat rushed through you at the intensity of their gazes.  The air became charged with your anticipation.  Your nipples hardened due to their expressions and wetness began to trickle out of your hole.

One of Dracula’s hands shot out, cupping your chin while two of his fingers pressed your cheeks together, “Did we give you permission to do that?”  He growled out.  His pointed nails dug into your cheeks a little and the pressure had you pressing your legs together in an attempt to alleviate the rapidly growing ache that you were feeling in your pussy.

You shook your head as carefully as you dared and Dracula appeared to be satisfied with your answer.  He pulled back but as he did so, he purposely dragged one of his nails across your swollen bottom lip lightly.

Solomon and Dracula chuckled as you let out a whine at the action and unconsciously, you leant forwards begging for more.  Dracula ignored your plea and removed his hand entirely.  

“Fine, if that’s the game they want to play,” you made eye contact with both of them and slowly drew your bottom lip into your mouth.  When you were sure that you had the undivided attention of Solomon and Dracula, you bit down gently on your lip before releasing it and swiping your tongue across your bottom lip.

That spurred the vampire and demon into action.  Before you could blink, you had been arranged onto all fours on the bed with Dracula standing just in front of you.  Your face was level with his crotch and his cock had already begun to thicken and rise due to the vampire’s arousal and your proximity.

Meanwhile, your demon was crouching behind you on the bed.  He leant over you and dragged his nails down your back.  You let out a groan at the sensation and tossed your head back.  Dracula’s hand shot out and wrapped itself in your hair.

“Here’s what’s going to happen, I’m going to fuck that pretty little mouth of yours and Solomon will take you from behind.” Dracula stated, “If you need to stop, tap my thigh twice.  Do you understand?”

You nodded.

“Use your words, my witch,” Solomon chastised, dragging the nails of his other hand down your spine.  You mewled in response.

“Yes!  Yes!  I understand!” You exclaimed breathily.

“Good.” The demon and vampire acknowledged in unison.

Without releasing your hair, Dracula grasped the base of his cock with his other hand and guided it to your mouth.  He rubbed the swollen tip across your lips smearing the precum that had already begun to leak.  Dracula’s grip on your hair tightened and understanding his unspoken command, you opened your mouth.

Dracula slipped his cock into your mouth, letting out an appreciative, rumbling groan as his cock was surrounded by warmth.  His other hand rose up to rest on your shoulder and he withdrew his cock from your mouth.  You didn’t have any time to react to the sudden emptiness of your mouth because Dracula’s hips snapped forward and his cock was once again in your mouth.  Dracula repeated the movement building up speed as he did so and you hollowed your cheeks while also using your tongue to trace the veins and flick at the head of his cock.

Annoyed that you appeared to have forgotten about his presence, Solomon moved so that he was crouching in between your spread legs.  His clawed hands grabbed onto your ass cheeks and spread them further apart.

You let out a muffled groan as you felt his hands on you and the movement caused Dracula to let out a husky groan himself.

“Do that again,” he ordered speaking to Solomon over the top of your head, “she liked it.”

“I have something much better in mind,” Solomon replied.  If your mind hadn’t been so fogged with lust, you would have registered the demon’s annoyed tone.

Solomon’s hands moved to grasp onto your hips and then he dipped his head.  In a quick movement, he licked a wet stripe from your clit to your entrance.  Your legs trembled as your body clenched.  Only the firm grip that Solomon had on your hips prevented them from inching closed.

Solomon pulled back and his breath fanned across your pussy as he spoke, “Keep your legs open.”

He gave you no chance to respond, ducking his head and licking your pussy with rapid strokes of his tongue.  Then he began to leave hot open-mouthed kisses on your lower lips before using the tip of his tongue to tease your clit.  His tongue inched lower before slipping into your already clenching hole and wiggling around.  Your muted scream had Dracula doubling over in pleasure as the movement of his hips lost their slow, lazy rhythm and became jerky.

“Don’t tease,” he commanded as he straightened up and continued thrusting.

Solomon withdrew from your pussy and the look he gave Dracula had the vampire snapping his fangs at him.

“I suppose you’re right,” the demon allowed after a few moments.  He slid forwards and knelt in between your spread legs.  You felt a pressure at your entrance and that was the only warning that you were given before Solomon slipped inside you as far as he could go. 

Maintaining his grip on your hips, Solomon started to fuck into you.  Gradually, the demon’s pace grew in speed and he dropped one of his hands so that he could gently scrape his pointed fingernail over your clit.  The added stimulation had the muscles of your pussy fluttering around him.

Dracula began to pant and then you felt his cock swell in your mouth.  With his last ounce of restraint, Dracula removed himself from your mouth and rested the now purple head of his cock on top of your bottom lip.  He angled his cock so the head was pointing into your mouth and then he removed his hand from your shoulder using it to stroke his cock instead.  It didn’t take long before the vampire’s warm seed entered your mouth.

“Swallow,” he instructed hoarsely and you did.  You swallowed everything that he gave you and then Solomon’s tail wound itself around your lower torso and with a quick yank, pulled you up away from Dracula and so your back was resting against Solomon’s front.  Solomon’s hand crept its way up your body until it rested on the flesh of your neck.  The demon turned your face towards him and stole your mouth in a passionate kiss.

As he kissed you, Solomon widened his stance, pushing your legs further apart.  During your change in position, the demon hadn’t stopped fucking you but now his thrusts took on a desperate edge and you felt a growing pressure at your entrance at the base of his cock.

Solomon broke your kiss, “Are you going to take my knot?” He huffed, “Will you let me paint your insides white and stuff you full?”

You let out a keen at his words as his other hand came to rest on your belly and his tail unwound itself from your body, swishing to and fro in the air mimicking his wings.

“Last chance,” the demon snarled, “yes or no?”

“YES!” You screamed in ecstasy, “Fill me up!”

Solomon needed no further prompting and on his next thrust, there was a pop and his knot slipped inside you.  It was a good thing that Solomon was holding onto you as your orgasm hit.  When your walls stopped clenching around him, you were left utterly boneless in the demon’s arms. 

Solomon thrusted once more before coming himself.  He tipped back his head and let out a roar as he pulsed inside of you, his seed warming you up internally.  Carefully, your demon lowered you to the bed, his arms wrapped securely around you and his cock deep inside you.  Every now and then it would twitch and more of his seed would flow into you causing you to wince from the sensitivity.

Dracula climbed onto the bed next to you and kissed you in an attempt to distract you.  The distraction worked as you relished in the pressure of his lips against yours.  During the kiss, your tongue swiped across Dracula’s fangs which made the vampire hiss with pleasure into your mouth.

“You did so well for us,” Solomon praised as you broke the kiss between you and Dracula, placing kisses of his own across your back and shoulders.  Delicately, he shifted his hips backwards and his knot left your entrance.  You felt your combined fluids drip out of your hole.  Dimly, you registered Dracula’s hand resting on your thigh and a soft fabric mopping up the mess staining your inner thighs and then your eyes slid closed.

You felt a deep sadness as your eyes opened and you saw Sirius asleep next to you.  Your limbs felt tender and your pussy was sore as if you and Sirius had had sex in the real world.  You lifted the covers and saw two fading handprints with longer-than-average fingernails on your thighs.

You gasped quietly and traced the handprints with a trembling finger, resolving to speak with Severus as soon as possible.

#mywriting #harry potter #sirius black #female reader #sirius black x female reader #post sirius black in azkaban #count dracula #count dracula x reader #father solomon #father solomon x reader #image of father solomon is not mine #found it on google #credits to the original owner of the image #mystery of dreams and reality

[mustangs-flames]

First of all, HOW DARE YOU MAKE ME GET EMOTIONAL OVER A BOOK WITH MY FAVE CHARACTERS- (POS)

Second, your AUs are so well thought out and organized and just overall amazing! I have come to ask for help because I want to write a story for my AU (Alternate Guardians AU) and I have no idea what I’m doing- Could you possibly help me?? 🥺

(Sorry for this long ass message- I’m on chapter four of your book-)

Don't apologise! I love getting asks!

Thank you! I really love the Hail, True Body AU (it means a lot to me), so it's always really nice to hear that other people are enjoying it! :D

As for making an AU/writing a story about one, it really depends on the advice you're looking for! But, a good place to start is thinking about your premise - what do you want to achieve with the story; what kind of story do you want to tell?

When I was first making Its Name Was Cesar Torres, my premise was that I wanted to explore the idea of an alternate wanting to become human to be more effective at completing its mission, but have said alternate accidentally become too human. Once I'd got that down, I started thinking about which characters I could tell this story through and thought Mark and Cesar would make for a good dynamic - two best friends and one gets replaced. Then I started planning out their story and the backstories (but only the backstories of the characters who actually show up in the story!).

It's best to think of the story as its own little contained universe - focus on the things that are relevant to the story you're telling with the characters you've chosen. Don't worry about putting in lore about other characters and ideas that haven't appeared yet - you can start expanding the universe later using the story as a starting point where everything else branches off it. Steadily introduce concepts and ideas instead of slamming your audience/readers with everything all at once as it can be overwhelming for them and even restrictive for you - not all your ideas will be 100% fully formed and ready and you might end up contradicting yourself later in other stories because you've realised some ideas just don't work.

Basically, take it steady, build up the AU piece by piece and don't rush into every idea you have - some might not be suited for the story you're telling and that's okay! Just save the idea for later because it might need reworking or could be better suited to another AU/story later down the line!

I hope this helps! :D

#mustang answers! #mustang's writing advice!

[pool-floatie]

I feel the need to share my g/t experience with erryone since its been on my mind for a while and I find it interesting how early on It showed up.

Ever since I was a little kid, probably 5-7 years old, I had little daydreams occasionally about giants taking me to their houses or a park or wherever and they would tease me and have fun with me, I was always scared of course because apparently ive always liked this fearplay bullshit, but i still found it exhillirating and fun. Of course it wasnt romantic or anything until I got older, just,,, like a really tall roller coaster, scary but exciting.

When I started reading, i found one of the borrowers books, i think my mom actually got it for me (maybe i had mentioned the daydreams??) ! I think it was The littles and The Biggs families, but yeah. I loved it and i tried to find more but they werent at my school library 😭 so Iworked with what I had, a book and a dream. (lol cringe-)

While i was in 4th- 6th grade I had kind of repressed it, I still thought about it on occasion but i started to realise that nobody else had that interest and it was just a wierd thing with me... Until I watched the BFG (cliche right 🙄) it was when the movie came out and people were talking about it! For a while it held the title of my favorite movie just so I could talk about it when people asked that particular icebreaker.

One night in like... 7th grade I had a dream that i was at church (lol cringefail imagine being religious...) and I picked up a piece of paper inviting people to come test out an experiment... Then i saw a flash And somewhere from the depths of my memories, my brain pulled out one of my old daydream scenarios.

I was in a laboratory with several other humans and we were all in a big glass box. Surrounding us were giants who took us out of the container and gave us baths, undressing us and scrubbing us down with toothbrushes so we would be clean for the examination.

I was taken away to a desk and meticulously examined from head to toe, the giant tried to probe me with questions but I was too shocked to speak.

Thats all I can remember but I was so fascinated by the dream that I started telling my family about it, now of course nobody wanted to hear me talk about my dream for 20 minutes, so my mom encouraged me to write it down.

And oh hell did I write.

My first long form writing stemmed from a dream I had, i wrote for months, of course, I was 13 do it was flaming garbage but I was so happy about it and thought it was a masterpiece.

So naturally as anyone would, I emailed it to my english teacher.

She never responded.

I wonder why.

To this day I pray that she never opened it, her emails being too cluttered with important school things that it got lost and never crossed her eyes.

But still, it was through this little writing that I began to realise my potential (lol cringe origin story-)

I still have the draft of the story, its plot and characters were a good foundation, and perhaps one day i will look it over, change a few things, get cancer and die.

During quarantine I discovered Sanders Sides, which led me down a fanfiction rabbit hole, which led me to tumblr, which led me to a creator called delimeful , not sure if they want to be tagged in this so I wont... They wrote some marvelous G/t Sanders sides fanfic and i soon realised... This is a community, it wasnt just them.. There was, so /much/ so many artists and writers that shared this niche interest, a community of people who g e t i t .

It started slow, I continued interacting with the tumblr community ( hell, the husk of my old blog might still roam this site (|||O⌓O;) )

Only ever looking for safe, wholesome g/t.

But where was the stomach-dropping exhilliration I had felt before, that rollercoaster feeling? What was missing??

I needed the fearplay, and in looking for it i stumbled into vore and that dynamic, playing with pred/prey and even more teasing. I was hesitant at first.

But lo and behold that was the gawd damn ticket. I started to write again, finding new stories and creators and tropes galore! I learned about the community, the terms and the subgenres!

Finally I gained confidence in my writing ability through a class that helped me grow my skills and practice.

And I eventually decided i could share all my hard work. All this time I had spent worrying if i should just keep it to myself, but i reminded myself of all the non beta read and unfinished work i had seen, and looking back at my own I was less afraid, people still liked it even then... So what could they say about mine ?

There ya go, thats my,, I guess life story told through the g/t Timeline.

Hopefully I was vague enough to not give away any behind the scenes, yall will never know who I am 😈😈😈

Also im not trying to bash any creators, I appreciate everyone who contributes to the community with anything they have.

#g/t #giant/tiny #giant #tiny #g/t backstory #micro/macro

[winterandwords]

📝 Camp Nano April 2023: Afterword

I'm trying to articulate this while still celebrating 420, so it might not make a huge amount of sense and will probably be riddled with typos, but here goes.

I realised doing Camp Nano that while having word goals, even low and arbitrary ones, is something I genuinely enjoy and benefit from at times, it gets in the way of an aspect of My Writing Process™ that I hadn't pinned down until just there now.

I kind of edit as I write, or at least I'll often get a bit of a scene down and then come back later and add to it, fiddle with it, move things around, dig into the details etc. This isn't a perfectionism thing (yeah, that surprised me too). It's a discovery thing. And it serves a huge purpose.

A lot of the time, those scenes don't even end up in the book in any way close to how they started life, but they contain moments and interactions that tell me so much about my characters and it happens pretty much organically to the point of being surprising to me.

Like there's this one scene in Project Aria where Aria and Rafe are getting ready to go somewhere and do [crime]. I have no idea where they're going or why. I don't know what [crime] is. But the conversation they're having while they get ready is pulling out so much nuance in both of their trauma, how they relate to each other and other people in general because of it, and what seems to be a high speed snowball effect of a platonic connection dynamic.

None of that stuff happened while I was counting words. I wrote the shell of the scene in the way I do when something first arrives in my head, mostly dialogue with what are basically stage directions so I remember what I meant when I come back to it. But the stuff that matters arrived later when I let go and fell into it and swam in it and started to see the details more clearly.

If I do Camp Nano in July, I think I'll set a goal for minutes rather than words (one minute per counted word on the website, maybe?) and see what happens when I'm focusing on giving time to a project without any other goal.

Right now it feels good to have Done Words, but I need to let the other stuff happen for a while. The daydreamy stuff. The as-I'm-falling-asleep stuff and the while-I'm-doing-laundry stuff. Because I think that's where the important parts of the story actually come from, for me.

#camp nano april 2023 #the shit in my head #writing process

[aurora-777-111]

About me!!

name - aurora

age - 17

pronouns - she/her (cis)

likes - animals, soft or bright colours, winter, the sound of fire and rain, cute books/quotes, soft aesthetic, kid aesthetic, asks of any kind

dislikes - bugs, loud places, crowds

who i want to connect with - other girly girls, anyone who is kind!

please don't interact if you are - a bigot of any kind, against anyone because of who they are, rude people

why i made this account! - i wanted a place to be myself since i came out as trans (ftm) about a year ago. i have then since realised i am not however some irl people don't respect that and still treat me as if i am still trans when i am not. so i wanted a space where i could fully be myself and find more people like me!!

I MADE A REBLOG ACCOUNT

I didn't want to fill up this blog with random reposts so I made a second blog which is @aurora-777-111-reposts !!!! so if you want to see what I repost go look there! (⚠️warning it might contain some nsfw/slight romanticism of unhealthy relationships or power dynamics and mental illnesses. only reason this is is because I suffer from these things and I want a way to safely express that and not dangerously. thank you for reading this far!!)

#im just a girl #hell is a teenage girl #fawncore #dollcore #girly blog #coquette aesthetic #soft aesthetic #soft girl #about me #aurora777

[cordeliaflyte]

I dreamt that I was walking through an airport and a stewardess approached me and said "the Ukrainian women are ready to meet you now". I did not know what she meant by that. I did not plan to meet a group of Ukrainian women. But I followed her anyway.

She led me to this old bookshop which contained no Ukrainian women. The books were of no interest whatsoever and were in very bad condition. Therefore, I slipped out through the back exit.

There, I saw an abandoned building, before which were standing my friends [redacted] and ****** and I was like hiiiii fancy seeing you here. Want to do some urban exploration and look at this abandoned building together? (This is so unrealistic. I would NEVER do urban exploring or enter any building which might collapse on my head.)

They agreed so we entered the abandoned concrete building. We all gasped because the corridor we were walking through was filled with beautiful birds. There was definitely a European roller and an owl 🦉. They were soooo beautiful especially the owl. The corridor opened up into a room where there were many beautiful animals also, but they looked sickly. There was a very pathetic looking okapi.

Also, there were many animal skeletons. Including dinosaur 🦖🦕 skeletons!! But most importantly, behind a low enclosure, there was a dinosaur 🦖🦕. It was about 2.5 metres tall. It jumped out of its enclosure and started chasing [redacted] but I simply picked it up by the nape of its neck like it was a kitten and put it back in the enclosure.

Then I was like that's enough fun for today!! We're leaving. So me and ****** left but we realised [redacted] wasn't with us. And we were like oh no did the dinosaur 🦖🦕 get to her?? We must rescue her. We raced back to the building because we both wanted to be the first to rescue her.

There was a well that she had fallen into. It was kind of giving silence of the lambs. I threw her a rope I happened to be carrying around and she climbed out. When she climbed out, it was like an Orpheus and Eurydice situation where I couldn't look back at her until she told me to.

So we walked out together, and when we were finally about to leave the building, she told me to turn around, but she wasn't [redacted], she was me!! And when I blinked, she was no longer there.

[redacted] and ****** were outside the building and I was like omg you guys won't believe what just happened. I rescued myself from a well. And they were like yeah the same thing just happened to us.

And I was like omg crazy... Anyway, which one of us do you think is Id, Ego, and Superego? What's our dynamic like? And they were like Jesse what the fuck are you talking about.

#d

[submissive-and-readable]

An Education in Malice by S. T. Gibson

Source: ARC from NetGalley

Release date: 15 February

Genre: romance, fantasy, horror

If you like: dark academia, vampires, sapphic academic rivals to lovers, A Dowry of Blood (I guess, I haven't read it)

Rating: ⭐️⭐️⭐️/5

Synopsis

Deep in the forgotten hills of Massachusetts stands Saint Perpetua's College. Isolated and ancient, it is not a place for timid girls. Here, secrets are currency, ambition is lifeblood, and strange ceremonies welcome students into the fold.

On her first day of class, Laura Sheridan is thrust into an intense academic rivalry with the beautiful and enigmatic Carmilla. Together, they are drawn into the confidence of their demanding poetry professor, De Lafontaine, who holds her own dark obsession with Carmilla.

But as their rivalry blossoms into something far more delicious, Laura must confront her own strange hungers. Tangled in a sinister game of politics, bloodthirsty professors and dark magic, Laura and Carmilla must decide how much they are willing to sacrifice in their ruthless pursuit of knowledge.

Content warnings (taken from the author's note)

uneven power dynamics

inappropriate relationships between a professor and students

toxic academic environments

blood, gore, and murder

consensual sexual content, including public sex

kink, negotiated and spontaneous (d/s, bondage, exhibitionism)

alcohol and drug use

smoking

It also contains brief references to

racist political policies

homophobia

religious discrimination against women

Review

Right off the bat, the prose is lyrical and evocative, and perfectly fits the vibe of the book.

The book starts off with Laura's arrival at St. Perpetua's, and through her perspective, the readers learn about her origins, her reasons for choosing to attend St. Perpetua's, and perhaps more importantly, introduces Carmilla, the other main character of this book. Laura and Carmilla's first proper meeting establishes the two as academic rivals, although its pretty obvious that they're going to become something more.

Where this book shines is when the focus is on Laura and Carmilla's relationship. I loved reading their interactions, from their rivalry and attempts to one-up each other, to their attempts to conceal and battle their desires for one another. Their professor, Ms De Lafontaine, adds another dimension to their relationship, by pitting them against each other, and giving and withholding approval to manipulate them.

The smut was nice, but I think it was a bit lacking. I wished the sex scenes could have been more detailed, especially the bondage one. The only scene that was properly explicit was the public sex one, which lowkey made me cringe because that's not something I'm into.

The climax was kind of... anticlimactic. I feel like the problem got solved pretty quickly and easily, with not a lot of build-up to it in the first place.

This is kind of a hot take, but I low-key wish there were no vampires in this at all. I would have found this book exactly the same, if not better, if the focus was purely on Laura and Carmilla's developing relationship, as well as their professor, Ms De Lafontaine. I feel like the inclusion of the vampires was a distraction from their relationship, and vampires are kind of hit-or-miss for me anyway.

Also, this is kind of random, but for some reason I assumed the setting was contemporary. I caught myself wondering "why don't they just text/call each other??" Then I realised that this is set in the 60s, and cellphones haven't been invented.

#an education in malice #booklr #book review #lgbt #queer #sapphic reads #sapphic books #sapphic #sapphic romance #queer books #wlw #wlw books #lgbtq #bisexual #bisexual representation #fantasy #historical fiction #queer romance #dark academia

[arilevinson]

𝐕𝐎𝐑𝐀𝐂𝐈𝐎𝐔𝐒

summary. | The first time he set eyes on you; you were his sudden infatuation. 

pairings. | dark!professor!ari levinson x innocent!reader

warnings. | 18+ only, minors dni, non/dub-con, obsession, innocence kink, slight power imbalance, dom/sub dynamics, professor/student relationship, male masturbation, oral (male and female receiving), orgasm (male and female), age gap (alluded to), dirty talk, gagging, pet names, more (?)

word count. | 2,700

author’s note. | ahhh! this is my first official post! i’ve been working on this on and off for the past few weeks, and depending on the success of this, maybe—just maybe—i’ll delve in further! also i’m sorry, ari was supposed to be darker but i’m such softie for him.

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Ari Levinson: He’s an irresistible, voracious, virile, broad-shouldered man whose presence is enough to make someone weak at the knees, leaving them yearning and ravenous. He’s mesmerising and alluring, and you’re nothing but water in his hands. He also just happens to be your professor.

The first time he set eyes on you, it's like he couldn't breathe. That very moment you walked into his lecture, he instantaneously developed this craving—this rapacious appetite with only one solution: you.

Shooting an innocent, heartening smile at your professor as you entered the lecture theatre made him feel as if he was just hit by a freight train. He became so disassociated that he didn’t think to return the smile, even with the dozens of other female—and male—students gushing about how hot he is, trying to subtly flirt with him.

I mean, how could they not? Especially with the sleeves of his blue linen shirt rolled up, covered in a labyrinth of veins and hair, his top three buttons undone, teasing his chest hair, and his virile, rugged appearance.

You couldn’t deny it; he’s fucking hot. He’s voraciously handsome, and he knows it. It’s an attribute for him to take advantage of: the capability to use his irresistible charm on anyone he desires. And when he set his eyes on you, a slightly naïve airhead, prancing around in clothing that leaves extremely little to the imagination, you made the perfect victim for him to try it on. But he loves it; it almost feels intentional to him, and it makes his cock so fucking hard.

Throughout the lecture, he remains incredibly observant of your every move. His gaze was fixated on you, like a predator feasting its eyes upon its prey, watching your every movement.

He watches how you manner yourself, a slightly upturned smile always plastered upon your face, your etiquette for those sitting either side of you, that glimmer and sparkle in your eyes, and how the cold from outside made your cheeks glow with a radiant pink hue—almost like you’re blushing.

It’s only when you walk past his desk to leave at the end of his lecture does he manage to absorb just how captivating you are that he affirms his initial thought: he wants you. He desperately wants you.

His admiration and adoration for you kept gradually showing throughout the semester. You thought he was just being sweet with you, and although he was, his intention was far more sinister on the inside than what you saw. You were driving him feral.

Numerous students had attempted to shoot their shot at him since the start of your course, despite the extremely strict regulations enforced by your university. To their avail, none of them had any luck. Most of them had already caught onto the concept that he’s interested in you; they even leave you with lingering gazes like he does, not understanding how you haven’t realised it.

It was when you were set your first assignment that you booked an office appointment with him, his heart fluttering and his grin growing wider at your email.

‘Hello, Professor Levinson! I have a few inquiries about our most recent assignment and was wondering if it would be convenient for me to visit your office as early as possible.'

Although his office hours are clearly plastered on his door, he arranges to see you at the end of the week, at the end of the day, when it’s dark outside and most have gone home. You don’t question it, though. But it works just in his favour.

And it just keeps growing: the lust towards your professor and his affection (that you’re still oblivious to except everyone else). The way he smiles at you during his explanations, the small nods and winks he gives you to reassure you that you know what he’s talking about, and the names he gives you every time you enter and leave. And even though most of the time you don’t have any ideas behind your glimmering eyes, you always nod back, not wanting to disappoint your professor.

Teaching or not teaching, you’re always imprinted on his mind. He’s either thinking about two things: your alluring beauty or lifting your small skirt up and bending you over his office desk, sliding your cute panties to the side, and ploughing his fat cock into your pretty fuckin' pussy—that's a lesson he wants to teach you.

Sometimes, his cock aches so fucking hard that he can’t even make it home without relieving himself in his office prior to his late-night routine, consisting of him jerking off thinking about you. You're just irresistible to him. You've made him feral.

You straighten your skirt and pat the top of your hair with the palms of your hands, and after some slight hesitation, you knock on his door. It doesn’t even take him a few seconds before the door swings open. God, you look fucking ravishing, his pupils dilating as much as they possibly can to intake as much of you as he can.

“Good evening, Professor Levinson,” you say, giving him one of your small signature smiles that he deeply cherishes. “Please, call me Ari,” he insists, as he places a hand on your lower back, closing the door and gesturing for you to take a seat.

His sleeves are rolled up as always, and the top buttons of his shirt are even further undone than usual, flaunting his hairy sternum that you’d love to rest your head on. If he looked like this during a lecture, you’re pretty sure none of the students—including yourself—would pay attention.

“You wanted to talk about the assignment, correct?” he asks, sitting down next to you as opposed to sitting at his desk. “That’s correct, Ari. I just wanted you to check over what I’ve written so far and clarify if I’m doing it right,” you ask, shooting him another small smile.

You don’t want to disappoint him—you can’t disappoint him. You can't afford to fail, either. He pretends to look over your work, but in reality, his cock is aching for release, and the only thought on his mind is about lifting you up, slamming you on his desk, and fucking your already dumb brains over his desk.

“Princess, you’ve truly impressed me,” he compliments, giving you a light smirk. Truthfully, after his brief daydream, he only actually read the first few lines, as his mind was more focused on what he thought was more important. “I can see you getting a high mark if you keep it up,” he winks, placing his hand inappropriately high up on your thigh.

His compliment makes your heart beat twice as fast.

“Thank you so much, Ari! I was scared that it wouldn’t sound good enough for you,” you say, relieved. He nods, pretending to absorb what you're saying to him, but his gaze is on your lips and face. He imagines how pretty you'd look with your lips wrapped around his cock, or how gorgeous you'd look with his cum all over your adorable face.

Your appointment with him goes by too fast for his liking, and he shoots you with another wink as you leave, making your knees weak. And as soon as his office door closes, he flips the lock, heading hastily to his chair and tugging his pants off, his red throbbing cock springing out of his pants.

It only takes him a few minutes to cum with a groan of your name, his seed staining his shirt and hairy chest.

“Oh, princess…”

Throughout the next few weeks, the nickname begins to stick. And although it’s risky in this environment, considering the risk of losing his job, you're worth it to him. He adores how your cheeks turn a hue pinker every time, and it puts a smug smile on his face when he sees the rest of his students’ seethe with jealousy, mumbling to each other about you.

In Ari’s favour, his demeanour and affection towards you are never brought up to the faculty. Nonetheless, he continues to make exemptions and excuses to see you outside of office hours, with each time showing more and more affection towards you. He manages to find out so much more about you than he should: your birthday, your address, and your social media, with your innocent pictures and selfies, which make his cock twitch.

You also handed in your assignment a few weeks ago, feeling confident with your submitted work, especially with Professor Levinson’s affirmations that your work was up to his standards and expectations. Regardless, you continued to show up to your lectures, paying attention to everything your professor had to say, and everything seemed to be going smoothly for once in your life.

It's only when you received an email from Professor Levinson for a ‘consultation about your recent assignment' that you began to worry. You couldn’t afford to fail—you couldn’t afford to disappoint him.

Sitting outside of his office anxiously, playing with the hem of your skirt, rehearsing what you could possibly say to him. But your time to think is cut short when his door opens, and your stomach drops. You begin to tremble in fear that you have actually disappointed him.

“Princess, come inside,” he smiles, but you’re too anxious to return one or even say, ‘hello’. You’re given slight reassurance with the pet name that he’s not totally lost faith in you, right?

You walk inside, your knees trembling as if they’re about to give way. He shuts the door, and despite your delirious state of mind, you could’ve sworn you heard the lock click.

He grabs your assignment off his desk, coming back around to stand in front of you. Leaning on the desk, he sees you fidgeting with your nails and tapping your feet on the hardwood floors. Using his index finger, he lifts your head up until you’re looking at his towering figure.

“I appreciate the amount of effort you’ve put into your assignment, princess. I really do. But really, it’s missing a lot of criteria and points, and it hasn’t gotten you the best grade,” he says in a low sympathetic tone. He removes his finger, and your head falls back down, tears on the brink of falling.

“Princess, hey. Don't cry, look at me,” he asks, crouching down to your eye level. “I’m not disappointed in you,” he claims, but it just feels like he is disappointed with you.

Cunningly, Ari hadn't told you the truth. You surprisingly got one of the highest grades in your group—maybe you weren’t such an airhead after all. But he wasn’t going to tell you that and ruin this opportunity.

His heart clenches at the sight of guilt and disappointment written across your face. He’s never typically been one to feel much sorrow or empathy towards anyone, but when it comes to you, his star student, he has to be somewhat lenient with you. Which is why he proposes an idea, his plan all along.

“Don't tell anyone, but you can do something to fix your grade,” he states, standing back up to his full height. Abruptly, though, you hear the clinking of brass that results in your head shooting up. He’s got a smug grin plastered on his face, and you can see his hand on his crotch in your peripheral.

He cups your face with one hand, using his other to undo his button and unzip his fly, freeing his confined cock from his boxers.

“You wouldn’t want to disappoint me, princess,” Ari says, knowing he’s got you wrapped around his finger. “Would you?”

Looking away, you swallow and shake your head, trying to fight off a blush as he grips the base of his thick cock.

“No, professor,” you mumble, squirming in your seat as you feel your wetness soak through your cotton panties at the sight of his throbbing cock inches away from your face, his clear secretion making your mouth water.

Replacing his hand at the base of his cock with yours, you lick your lips before finally latching on.  He groans loudly at your contact, his eyes fluttering shut as your tongue flicks over his oozing slit, and that’s when his taste hits your tongue. You’re elated with euphoria as his taste coats your tongue, acting like an aphrodisiac, igniting this flare inside you that craves for more and more.

“What a good fuckin’ girl," he groans, his eyes rolling back behind his eyelids. You were so lithe, so fragile, and so supple compared to him, so he goes easy on you as he drives his cock with a slight force further down your throat. You splutter and gag slightly, but do your best to please him, looking up at him with doe eyes.

His hands become laced in your hair, whispering praises and compliments as your lips make contact with the hair located at the base of his engorged cock. Eventually recoiling to take a breath, you continue to stimulate him with your hand.

His pupils are blown wide; the cerulean blue eyes you’re used to are nothing but non-existent.

Whimpering lowly, you latch your mouth back onto his cock. It’s only a moment later that he speaks again: “Be the princess I know you are, and swallow.”

Quickening your pace, you bob your head faster and faster as his groans become louder and louder. Thick, creamy ropes of cum shoot into your mouth and straight down your throat. Although you do your best to swallow his seed, you splutter around his cock, and it drips down your chin. 

It takes Ari a while to come back down from his high, his fists unclenching from your hair. His grin is somewhat sinister-looking, and you squeak as you're quickly lifted up off the ground and into his arm. As if your panties weren’t already soaked, you whine and whimper as he manhandles you, using one arm to swipe the contents on his desk to the side, laying you down on the mahogany wood.

“Let me return the favour,” he winks. You hesitate to stop him, his ravenous desire for you slightly scaring you. But you don't; you don’t want to disappoint him.

He flips up your skirt, yearning for a taste of your wetness. His mind is coursing with carnal lust as his eyes feast upon your drenched mound.

Abruptly, he yanks your panties down in one swift motion, stuffing them into his pocket in case he never gets this close to you again. But he knows he will, whether you let him or not. He doesn’t want you to find out what happens if you deny him, but he knows his princess wouldn’t disappoint him. Right?

You thrash, thresh, and twist in his grasp, growing impatient by the millisecond. He has a depraved smile on his face, looking at how compliant you’ve become with him.

He can’t fucking wait any longer. His mouth latches onto your clit, his tongue finally relieved at the taste of your wetness. The hair on his upper lip is so stimulating to your engorged clit that it makes you scream.

“Scream all you want, princess. Nobody can hear you,” he mumbles into your pussy.

Savouring his time between your thighs, he licks up your arousal like he’s parched. “Your princess pussy tastes like fuckin’ candy. Whose pussy is this?”

You whimper and whine, tears of pleasure creeping out of your eyes. His gaze darkens when you don't reply. "I said, 'Who's fuckin' pussy is this?'" he spits at you, causing you to flinch in fear. When you don't reply instantly again, he slaps your poor cunt.

“It’s y-yours, Professor Levinson! It's yours!” you whimper, and he grunts in response. "That's what I fuckin' thought. Don't make me believe you're just as dumb as everyone says you are."

With his tongue swirling around your entrance and then your clit, it’s when your legs begin to slowly tremble that he knows you’re close. And in your fear, you do what you think is right.

“M-may I please cum, Professor Levinson?” you ask hesitantly, desperateness laced in your voice. He didn’t even tell you to ask for his permission, and to him, you just get better and better. Your despair is relieved when you hear him say, “Cum for me, princess.”

Your hands grip his hair, and your legs wrap around his head as you cum on his tongue. He drinks your cream like a water-depraved animal, his beard stained and dripping with your wetness. Your cheeks are stained with tears—of happiness or of fear? You don't know.

Pulling away, he wipes his mouth with the back of his hand as you sit up.

“That wasn’t so hard, was it, princess?”

author’s last note. | i actually intended for this to be so so so much darker and longer, but ultimately thought there are many ways to take this. part two, only if i think of the perfect narrative. i've proof read this 4 times but i guarantee there's still mistakes...

also, thank you to my two favourite and biggest inspirations: evansbby,  and hansensgirl! you’re both the reason i got into writing. much, much love! also, masterlist soon? idk. 

#arilevinson #ari levinson #ari levinson smut #the red sea diving resort #ari levinson x reader #ari levinson x female reader #ari levinson x you #chris evans smut