@midnightsaboteur
It took nearly all that she had not to let herself completely panic when she opened the messages that nearly shook her to the bone. Elania hadn’t been the biggest on current events or happenings in the world nor did she ever claim to be, but as it turned out she had quite a few friends that were. Having never been much of a romantic or the type to believe in any sort of fate it had taken her entirely by surprise when she’d found herself with stars in her eyes the moment she’d been approached by Callum. The man commenting on how lost she looked and offering directions while Elania found herself far more caught up in her words than she had before, he was handsome with the warmest charm she’d ever experienced, and without a plan of her own for the day his offer for directions turned into an afternoon together, then an evening, and night together. One after the next of the two unable to get enough of each other that had Elania smitten in way unlike any other, leaving small traces of him on her private instagram stories unable to resist showing off the man who had made her trip one she’d never forget.
Her last being one that gave a quick view of the two sharing a kiss, and while she expected a few messages questioning her about him, the last she anticipated were ones with comments and jokes about how she would end up making out with the prime minister on her work trip. With her own NDA in her standing contract and history of men not taking her career seriously Elania didn’t hesitate in agreeing when he initially mentioned they leave work out of the conversation to indulge in the freedom of being on vacation, something that seemed all too romantic of an idea at the time. Though now she was questioning how little she actually knew of the man who’d she let spend nearly the entire evening inside her. While also kicking herself for even checking her phone after she’d begged him to get them a snack instead of doing so herself, claiming it was his fault she couldn’t walk to the kitchen and back.
Elania let her eyes lift from the screen in her hand as Callum reappeared in the doorway, the article from her quick google search that confirmed their comments still brightly lit as her hands dropped into her lap, her arms keeping the sheet snuggly pulled up over her chest. she’d always been someone who had never found a reason to shy away from being upfront about anything and while part of her was terrified of ruining this moment for herself there was no hiding the shift in how she looked him the moment he walked in. “Why didn’t you want to tell me what you do for a living?” The bluntest of words fell from her lips, the question not being how she had wanted to bring it up, but the one that raced out before any others could with a clear change in the lovestruck tone she had when he left, this one sounded far more confused above anything else as she made a sharp effort to hide any sort of hurt in her tone, “Is this like a vacation go-to move for you?”
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Caitie have you ever been on BookTok? They act like ETL is the only trope that exists on there, and freak out over badly written smut /lh
(sorry legend my mom came to bother me right when i was trying to post this, but...)
!!!BOOKTOK........ i'm on the very edge of. i get some booktoks but mostly just the recommendations!!! i'm actually currently in the middle of Tender is the Flesh if u saw that one LOOOL and i bought another book, Verity, because of it too (which i have yet to read. and it's been months)
but anyway. don't wanna speak on it too hard but i definitely see this. it honestly kinda makes me laugh too bc... ETL is like, soooooo eight years ago, and ofc most booktokkers that ive seen are millennial, so... in a way, it adds up if u know what i mean LOOOL.
i would say the problem is mostly that one subset of popular books on there is YA, and the people actually writing it are not... YA-aged. so it causes a lot of discrepancy between actual readers and viewers + their interest levels when it comes to romance. or something complex like that, idk.
as for the smut part........ who knows, since a lot of smut is poorly written in my opinion. just makes me wish they were all on here.
love u, tho!
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i always imagined the way the forbidden scroll works was it like put artificial ideas and thoughts of assurance and self-righteousness in ur noggin that were indistinguishable from ur own regular thoughts. like it doesnt Talk To You it Influences You from the inside out
anyway ice emperor doesnt know what his own scepter is he has noo idea it messes with ur head at all. imagine if it made him think of something upsetting to him and he didnt know those thoughts werent even his haha would that be messed up or what
A pack of hostile wolves had been reported to have grown defensive of their territory surrounding a lake, one that was an important staple to one of the fisher villages. Several villagers had been attacked and injured by the beasts.
“It is my advice to you that you should send a few of your ice samurai to deal with the creatures there before any more harm is done,” Vex stated conclusively.
It had taken the Emperor’s advisor several minutes to reach the point, among a decently long list of other happenings and concerns from his kingdom. The Emperor hardly minded Vex’s detailed long-windedness, though. The words were something clear, concise, and trustworthy to the cluttered fogginess of his own mind.
“Send them then,” the Emperor agreed.
“It will be done as you command,” Vex nodded, unrolling the scroll he was reading from a bit further and moving on to the next point.
Vex was an excellent advisor. He could always be trusted to be on top of things regarding the well being of the kingdom. He would stand to the right of the throne and come up with the most efficient solutions to any issues, and the Emperor wouldn’t have to doubt them for a moment. The Emperor should get rid of Vex.
…
What? That last thought caused the Emperor to pause. Where did such an idea come from? He needed Vex.
Disturbed by his own thoughts, the Emperor refocused on Vex, who was still talking; halfway through a discussion about taxes now. There was no issue regarding them, it was simply a report for this period.
Perhaps he needed Vex too much. When was the last time the Emperor had bothered to gather information on his own kingdom? Or command action without blindly following Vex’s judgment?
It was because Vex’s judgment was always solid and his intel always thorough and trustworthy, that’s what made him such a good advisor.
But was he really just an advisor if he was the one truly running the show?
The Emperor closed his eyes. Taxes, taxes. Vex was talking to him, he needed to pay attention. He could trust Vex’s words.
What if Vex was deceptive in his intentions, and really he was just using the Emperor for his power? He should be punished for his deceit.
That wasn’t true, though. He didn’t believe that, he didn’t want to do that. Vex was his trusted advisor and friend.
Was that actually true? Or was that just what was easiest to believe? The advisor could not be trusted. Be rid of him.
The Emperor gripped his scepter, tilting it away from Vex as if it would give in to the impulsive thoughts on its own and do something regrettable. The tighter he held it, the louder the thoughts seemed to grow.
Be rid of him. Be rid of him. Be rid of him.
“My Emperor?”
The Emperor blinked and realized Vex’s concerned eyes were watching him, scroll rolled up and forgotten. In the same moment he noticed liquid pooling on the edge of his mask, and beginning to run down the front. He wiped the stuff away and it stained his glove a darker shade. His tears were strange that way; water would freeze far before it could come anywhere near his palace. Whatever he cried wasn’t water.
He should just kill that liar now and take back your kingdom. He should, even if it would pain him to do so.
“What troubles you?” Vex spoke again, softly.
Freeze him freeze him freeze him
Clutching his scepter as close as he could and doing his best to shrink away deeper into his throne (as unbefitting of an action as it was for a royal), he closed his eyes tight and hid them behind his glove. He growled out a sigh that did nothing to release the tension in his chest.
“Leave me, Vex,” the Emperor finally commanded.
There was a pause.
“Are you sure? I may be of assistance with whatever disturbs you.”
And now he questions your word. He cannot be trusted. Destroy him.
“You heard me,” the Emperor snapped shortly.
Another long pause before Vex finally responded with a simple “as you command, my Lord.” The throneroom sound doors closing behind him as he left echoed around the now empty room.
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heyyyyyyy what abt changbin and piss
no more specifics let’s just see what ur beautiful noggin comes up with
u gave me 2 words and i’ve run with it
“oh bunny, binnie’s bunny, i gotta- i gotta pee,” changbin admits, and his cheeks are blazing crimson. he’s shy, you can tell, but you’ve discussed this before - piss play, and more specifically him pissing inside of you. he’d sported a boner as soon as you’d brought it up, and that had been the end of the conversation.
you grin, wrapping your arms around his neck and bringing him closer. “you gonna fill me up with it, binnie? you wanna piss inside your bunny’s pussy?”
changbin’s nodding, ashamed when he ducks his head into the crook of your neck. his hips haven’t stopped moving, thick cock bullying into your cunt and stretching it beyond belief like he does everytime. you moan when he grabs your hips, picking you up a bit to use you as his fleshlight.
“i’m g’na piss inside,” he says, pulling away with a more determined expression. you nod, keening when his fingers dig into you a little harder. “i’m gonna piss inside my bunny, n’then i’m gonna fill you up with my cum too.”
“oh god, binnie, do it!” you wail, letting him use you as his toy. “piss in me, oh-“
you’re cut off by the unmistakable feeling of warmth inside of you. he’s pissing, you realise, when his hips stop. it feels weirdly comforting, and you moan, reaching down to rub your clit.
“there you are,” he mumbles, stream trickling off until it’s just a few drips left. he starts thrusting again, his pace feverish. “pissed inside of you. dirty, ‘s so dirty.”
“you’re dirty, binnie, for loving it so much,” you coo, breath hitching when he moans out for you. the fingers on your clit are too much, too wet, and you belatedly realise you’re going to cum with him. “‘m gonna cum with you, binnie. i’m g’na cum with your piss in my pussy, i-“
“oh, please,” he whines, pecs flexing with the exertion. you want to sink your teeth into one. “please cum with me, cum with me and then piss on me next time, ‘kay?”
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