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#[makes art; eats own art like a starved man]

polakina · 2 months

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how they fuck you

red dead redemption headcanons #2

hc masterlist // masterlist

on my third playthrough of rdr2 and i cannot bring myself to play low honour. why do i put myself through this?

also this is ridiculously long, got a little carried away but i shall not apologise

rating: explicit

is always gentle with you at first

delicate touches, lingering kisses, gazing eyes at your every movement or ministration

"what do you want, mi amor? tell me"

loves to hear you beg for him, want him

it just turns him on even more

dirty talk through the ROOF

this man knows how to talk you through it

"fuck you feel amazing, hermosa. yeah, just like that, huh? anything for you"

will eat you out for days if he could

never really tried it before, even when he lived in Mexico, he never really gave it a go

but with you, he wanted to try everything. whatever you wanted, he was up for it

so when you first asked him, he was nervous as hell, but willing to try

he found out he loved it and does it every single fucking time he had you all to himself

buries himself between your thighs like a man starved, his arms wrapped tightly around your thighs to keep you still

his tongue worked fucking wonders on your pussy, knowing exactly where to focus his attention, loving how you always moaned a little softer when his tongue dipped inside your cunt

fucks you slow, savouring the moment when he can

loves to have you riding him. seeing you on top spurs something inside him

his hands grip your waist fiercely, guiding your hips to grind against him, pulling sweet, elicit moans from your throat

loves to cut your clothes from your body with his knife

it's so much more satisfying than just taking them off with his hands

kinda likes quickies. prefers taking his time but there's something about pulling you away for a few minutes to have his way with you behind the protection of a tree or something that he loves

usually happens out on missions, so there's risk of the gang seeing you guys, but what's life without a little risk?

you could be on watch beside your tent while everyone sleeps, and javier will come over to keep you company

but it doesn't take long for his hand to slip into your pants as he whispers all sorts of things in your ear as he sits behind you while you try and continue your watch duty

was terrible at aftercare before, never really understood the in's and out's of it

but learned eventually with you, when you explained it to him

now he's at your beck and call whenever you need it

wear this man's hat around camp and that's all he needs to pull you to a secluded tent

but wear it while you fuck him? arthur would die happy in that exact moment

likes to call you 'cowgirl' when you ride him. you always roll your eyes at how stupid it sounds, but it doesn't stop him

the two of you don't have all the time in the world. being one of dutch's most trusted members, he's needed away from camp a lot more than anyone else

so you've both learned the art of being fast

and it doesn't take long for him to make you cum

never asks for them, but loves blowjobs

he likes to draw in his tent when he's got time to himself, so when he sees you come in and sink to your knees in between his lap, he can't think of a better sight

the absolute king of praises (have you heard how he talks to his horse?? imagine him talking to a woman oml)

not a fan of degrading, he never saw the appeal, but uses other methods to 'punish' you

"what do you want, darlin?" he'd say as he's fucking you from behind, your face pressed into the pillow to stifle your moans, your ass in the air held up by his hands on your hips. "oh babygirl, you wanna cum, huh? then you can beg me for it, can't you?"

will edge you for days

especially when he knows he's going to be away for a few days afterwards

definitely grabs the headboard

mainly for his own stability to be able to thrust into you harder as you moan his name into the room

has his hands on you at all times

holding your hands above your head by your wrists, holding your face against the mattress with his hand on the back of your neck, curling his fingers in your hair and gently yanking your head back when he pounds into you

when you do get a night away from camp, he wants to make it last the whole night

takes his time with you to the point where he's practically teasing you for hours

takes his time undressing you, kissing every part of your body, touching every part of you until his fingerprints were practically imprinted into your skin

give this man some guidance or it's like walking through a maze blindfolded

learned a lot with you

figured out really quick what you liked and what you didn't like, what places he could touch you that would send your head spinning

this eventually led him to learn how to be very sneaky in public

he could touch you in such simple places, in such an innocent way that no one else would think anything of it

but you'd know, and you wouldn't stop it

you like the way he touched your neck? he was all over that shit, cupping your cheek, his fingers tickling your neck

you liked his hands in your hair? his fingers tangled at the base of your neck, pulling your hair slightly to tease you

his hand would rest on your thighs, fingers slowly creeping up your thigh while you were all sat around the campfire

you'd always give him a little glare, which he would ignore, a goofy smirk on his face

and the way he fucked you was no different

he had mastered the art of teasing your body and your limits, and put that knowledge in every time he had you alone

"come on, marston. stop teasin' me like this"

he'd always smirk, working his way down your body in a painfully slowly manner

"i'm takin' my time with you, sweetheart. you just lay back and relax. lemme take care of you"

loved to make you feel good before he even thought about himself

but when he was too pent up, he came a lot quicker than he wanted

but he made up for it when tending to you afterwards until you were practically pushing him away, too sensitive for his expert fingers

not the best at going down on you, but makes up with experience

but what he's really good with is his hands

his fingers

they know exactly what they're doing when he pushes them inside your soaked pussy

curling at that devastating spot inside you that makes you crumble to your knees

loves to be on top of you, seeing your face contort when he pushes inside you slowly, deeply

he's basic, a lover of missionary, but seeing your face and watching your body writhe under his grip is really what turns him on

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muzansfangs · 2 months

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How they eat you out.

Starring: Grimmjow Jaegerjaquez x f!reader; Shinji Hirako x f!reader; Isshin Kurosaki x f!reader;

Format: short-imagines;

Warnings: nsfw, language, dirty talk, overstimulation, shibari, vaginal fingering, oral sex (reader!receiving), daddy kink, marking the partner, hair pulling, praise kink, possessiviness, pussy slapping, edging, orgasm denial, dom!Grimmjow, dom!Shinji, dom!Isshin, small age gap between Isshin and the reader, sub!reader;

Plot: they love you, they love you so much that giving you oral has become an art for them. But they all have a different style, their own unique way of doing it. How do they eat you out? What do they do to make you melt under their skilful tongue?

PART ONE| PART TWO| PART THREE.

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Grimmjow Jaegerjaquez.

This man is a menace. A predator, he is keen to devour you messily, obviously. When he eats you out, Grimmjow makes you feel like a hapless antelope chased down the savanna by a leopard, caged in his chokehold, quite literally. His nails felt like claws digging onto your thighs to keep you in place at his mercy. In his shimmering piercing blue eyes, you did not fail to recognize the panther living inside of him. Grimmjow was a wild animal, you had to deal with it.

When he feasted on you, he always did it as if he was a starving man. He lapped, groaned, manhandled you to accomodate you in a position he enjoyed the most in that very moment and he even slapped your pussy, if you dared to protest.

Albeit he could be rough, though, he would have never hurt you.

Grimmjow was not a man prone to pour his heart out in tear-jerker love confessions. After telling you he liked you, he meant it and confined himself to territorial gestures and passionate nights of lust and love. His ownership over you was already established, yet he loved to remind you of how deeply he cared about you and your ultimate pleasure by spending hours with his face buried between your legs.

He could never get enough of you, of your taste, of the way you writhed beneath the licks he gave you. His tongue lapped at your core non-stop, his feline eyes scrutinizing in delight the way your face scrunched up, as he made you navigate the different seas of lust and pleasure.

As you laid on your back, his hands keeping your legs spread in front of his face, his mouth worked on your pussy to make sure not a single inch of your flesh was left untouched. You could swear you had even heard him growl as you bucked your hips up erratically. As a reflex, your knees spasmed and you attempted to close your legs. Wrong choice. Terrible accident.

“Keep your fucking legs like that, woman” he rasped out, forcing them back down as he shot you a resentful glare through his lashes.

You whimpered, hands covering your face in dispair as you panted “G–Grimmjow, baby, I’m sorry! It’s too much…” you gingerly whined, only to hear him snort and flick his tongue over your sensitive clit as a delectable form of punishment.

“You better be sorry. Look at you, soaking wet, and trying to rob me of my meal. Stop bitching around” he chided you, making you gawk as your hand reached out to grasp a pillow and you playfully hit him with it over his head.

This was such a natural course of events for you two. Moments of domestic tenderness and play time paired up with steamy activities. Maybe, deep down, you had truly tamed him!

Grimmjow groaned and slapped your folds as a payback, making you regret having chuckled at him and his dumbfounded expression the moment the fluffy pillow had landed on his face. Had you, by any chance, forgotten who was in charge? The audacity of acting like an alpha, when he was supposed to be the one, at least in bed, was surely going too far.

“You little pest, you know what? I’m done tongue-fucking you. On your hands and knees, now” the blue-haired former Espada ordered you, standing back up and unbuckling his belt right before your now rounded eyes.

Oh, well, your little stunts always led to him sheathing himself deep into you and hours spent in sitting down with a certain discomfort. Little did he know you always tried to piss him off to get pinned down like that and, honestly, he did not feel like complaining.

Not when he could mark you down over and over again.

Shinji Hirako.

Your boyfriend and his unhealthy, enervating, obnoxious obsession for doing things in unconventional ways had repercussions on sex too at times. While it was always an enjoyable experience, there were days it could lead you to insanity. Shinji loved to vary. You surely could not say sex with him was static, basic. On the contrary, it was appallingly turbolent. Along with loving to give you oral, Shinji literally put you in every possible position humanly practicable.

Upside down, preferably.

Dangling from the ceiling, ropes meticulously tying your limbs, you whimpered at the feeling of Shinji’s pierced tongue flicking your bundle of nerves. Your body shrieked, jaw going slack as your eyes fluttered closed to enjoy the sensation to its fullest. His sarcastic and infuriatingly childish attitude were reflected by his actions. He was born to tease you, to break you down piece by piece, until you were nothing but a whining mass of sweat and pleas.

“Your hole clenching around nothing is calling me, babe. Can you hear it whisper to me? Atta girl, you’re doing so fuckin’ good for me” your boyfriend crooned, his lips still hovering over your dripping sex, amber eyes drifting down your body until he made eye-contact with you.

Arching your back, a breathy moan ripped from your throat, your movements restricted by the ropes amplifying your perception to the maximum level “Shinji! Baby, please, just … Just add a finger, I can’t do this anymore” you begged him, teary eyes meeting his cunning ones, through your eyelashes.

Honestly, you had lost count of how many times he had brought you close to the edge only to let you down on the verge of your orgasm. He loved watching you bewailing, wiggling around, when all you could do was begging him to just finish you off. It was satisfying, amusing even.

“Damn, this greedy pussy’s so hungry for me. Have you heard her, babe? She wants a finger to fill her up! Fine, fine, I think it’s time to feed her. Brace yourself” Shinji casually chimed them, eyeing you amusedly with his characteristic shit-eating grin plastered over his face.

He was overly sassy, when it came down to you and your presumably pathetic antics. Testing your endurance, your patience, your self-control were delectable activities he loved to involve in your intercourses. His divious ways of unraveling you piece by piece, watching you unfold before his sharp eyes radiated a very much unparalleled sadistic aura you had never seen in anyone else before him.

The moment he glided his finger down your slit, temporizing for a little longer around your opening, before finally burying his finger into you, made you almost sob in need. Eyes squeezed shut, you shrieked, foreteeth sinking onto your lower lip almost causing it to bleed. It was still not enough, you needed more, you needed him.

Your feeble protests did not go unnoticed, though, and your partner was kind of feeling guilty for having edged you for so long. He sighed, ducking his face back down to your heat, darting his tongue out to swirl it over your clitoris. Adding a second finger, he began to scissor them into you at a fast tempo, the silver sphere on his tongue stimulating you in the right spots.

“Shinji! Babe, I’m— Shit!” you cried out in ecstasy, the pleasure coiling on your lower abdomen making it hard for you to stammer out a sensible speech.

Out of your head, breathless, knackered, you arched your spine and the sound of your strained moan eachoed through the walls of your empty flat. Finally, he had let you reach your pined climax. Chin glistening, coated by your juices, Shinji took a step back and wiped his mouth with the back of his hand.

That smug smile of his never ceased to make butterflies flutter in your stomach.

“Your pussy has such ‘a foul mouth’, when I eat her out. Yer should tell her to behave, damn it” he jested, earning a tired eye-roll from your behalf. Asking him to keep his attitude on check was the equivalent of talking to a wall.

“Untie me now, Hikaro Shinji. Or I will be delighted to show you how foul my mouth can really be” you countered back, only for him to snicker and begin to loosen up the ropes restraining your limbs.

After all, you were both far from being done and you were sure as hell not going to let his tantrum slide that easily.

Isshin Kurosaki.

The things this man would do for you go beyond your fervid imagination. He is not a boy, he is a man, husband material to be precise. Isshin knows how to please a woman and, according to him, the best part about giving you pleasure and incommensurable bliss is watching you unfold before his adoring eyes. One thing about him: you are his queen and priority. He would literally neglect his own urges and needs to take care or yours.

“I think I will skip the dessert tonight” Isshin announced, wiping his mouth with a napkin, eying you through his dark eyelashes from the other side of the table.

You knew exactly what he meant by that and you unconsciously found yourself pressing your thighs together under the table.

“You skip the dessert, but maybe you have had too much wine” you teased him back, albeit you played along his goofy game of seduction and shot a coquettish gaze towards him.

Isshin grinned and stood up, stretching his arms over his head, before he circled the table and stopped right next to you. His eyes devoured you, as he dragged your chair along the floor, parting you from the table with ease. He always made you feel as light as a feather, his strength something he was so proud of.

Cocking your head to the side questioningly, you flicked your gaze up to him “What are you up to now?” you inquired, watching the way he dropped to his knees right in front of you. He had insisted for you to wear that dress all day long and now you could finally see why he had been a literal pest.

His hands carefully hiked up the flowy skirt of your dress, his smile widening as you did not hesitate to be collaborative and hold it up in your hands while be settled his hands on each of your rotula, cupping it and pushing your legs apart for him. When he went down on you, Isshin never put you through too much trouble. He specifically asked you to simply enjoy the experience and pull at his hair. He spoiled you, he lavished you.

His hot breath fanning your clothed sex made you suck in a breath and he leisurely tugged the hem of your panties to the side to expose your folds to his longing eyes.

“Hush, baby, let daddy enjoy his well-deserved dessert, alright? I need it so badly, baby. It’s been so long since I did it” he dramatized the situation, eliciting a chuckle from you as his tongue tickled your clit.

“But, daddy, you did it yesterday morning on your desk! – you pointed out, lolling your head back as you securely tangled your fingers between his hair, tugging at them gently – Was it not enough?” you asked him, hips bucking up unintentionally and pulling a husky grunt out of him.

Enough? Of course it was not enough. This man loved nipping, lapping and sucking your pussy dry. He needed to do it, at least, twice a day.

Before his tongue could finally dive into your wet cavern, he knitted his eyebrows together, scoffing “That’s offensive. You left me starving, darling. Let daddy be happy, please, be a good girl” he pleaded you, his mouth leaving a sloppy kiss over your pubes before his tongue made you see stars.

Keeping it low with him was impossible. Either you laughed out loud, or you let out pornographic screams of pleasure hard not to hear down the streets.

Especially, when he left the window open for letting people covet what was rightfully his.

AUTHOR NOTE.

Hello there! I’m so glad I have finally completed this series! Maybe, one day, when my requests will be opened again, I will add other characters too but as for now let’s just enjoy these ones. As per usual, your support means a lot! Thanks for having read this piece and I hope you’ve drawn enough enjoyment to simp for those folks. Likes, comments and re-posts are greatly appreciated! Also, writing for Isshin has been hell on Earth, help🥹

Until next,

x o x o

TAGS: @stygianoir @electronicwitchcollection @brittscafe @kr0wu @kryptoniteforsale

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vympirestake · 9 months

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— No Better Sight

— bo sinclair x afab!reader, 🔞,mostly just smut without plot, fluff, lowkey bodyworship, slight aftercare

— gentle degradation, unprotected, not proofread

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Bo Sinclair had never had much of an eye for beauty. Instead, he found his own art in the oil covered grime of his mechanics shop. He had little care for the appearance of anything in the rundown town he called home.

Though, at the sight before him, Bo figured it didn't take an artist to know he was the luckiest man in the world. The last golden hues of sunset crept through the decrepit curtains of his room; indescribably illuminating your figure bouncing on his near aching cock.

"Look at you go, darlin'," Bo drawls against your bruised lips. His eyes drag down your body, feasting on every curve and crevice he knows all too well. He catches your lips once more only to slip his thumb into your all too eager mouth when he pulls away. Groaning at the feel of you suck around him. "Just my sweet little slut, aren't cha' honey," His voice dropped for a moment, dripping nothing but lust and love. He allowed you to continue sucking his thumb before slowly removing it once again.

Your moans were like music to his ears and, though he loved hearing them, Bo enjoys feeling them even more. So, despite the desperation of the moment, the man before—and below—you pulled you down into a gentle kiss. His thumb gliding down the curves of your jaw, cuping his hand at your chin to keep you steady. Keep you exactly where he wanted you.

You whined at the loss for only a moment before Bo began gently circling your clit. The shock of almost painful pleasure, courtesy of Bo insisting on eating you like a man starved earlier, making you cry out and your hips stutter in their movements. Moans and chants of Bo's name flowed from your lips, trying desperately to regain your rhythm.

A groan sounds from Bo at the sight, his free hand flying to your hip to aid your desperate grind. His other only continuing its assault on your clit.

"That feel good, doll," he asks.

"Yes! Yes, please, feels so good," you move your hands to find purchase on his shoulders.

"Oh," he tilts his head to get a better look of where you connect, "I bet it does from how you're clampin' down on my cock like that." Your desperate bouncing now became a frantic grind again Bo's hand. Begging for just a little bit more friction to finally push you over that edge. Seeing how close that sweet release was to overtaking you, Bo slowed to a torturous pace.

Feeling his hands come to hold your hips almost still, you let out a pained sob into Bo's shoulder. "No—please, Bo. Please keep going." You tried to bounce again but the grip Bo held on your hips was too tight. Your hands slide to his chest, nails digging into the tanned flesh. "I'll—I'll do anything just please, keep going." Bo hadn't allowed you another moment to ask before he flipped your positions.

Bo released his grip on your hips for only a moment to settle your thighs comfortably on his scarred forearms. As he reaches to grasp your waist he growls out, "arch your back for me, honey. You know how I like it."

You comply with his command, arching your back just a little, feeling how his cock shift to his new spots inside you. The feeling making your hips now shift and buck in anticipation.

"Bo, baby, please," he shifts his weight down closer to you, "need you s'bad. Please, need your cock," you shift to steady yourself on your arms, leaning into him. At that, Bo gives a sharp, gentle thrust. Enough to have your eyes rolling and head leaning back. He chases your neck, lips kissing and sucking on the column of your throat whole building his pace.

The angle now allows you to feel him hitting deep into your soaked cunt. The sound of wet skin slapping reverberates around the room and though the sun no longer shines through the blinds, Bo can't look away. He pulls himself from your neck, watching your lips part to allow a symphony of moans to escape.

"Open your eyes, doll. I want you to look at me when you cum." You do as he says, catching his lust-blown eyes as he, again, brings a hand to toy with your clit. A sharp cry of his name slips from you while your body arches up towards his own. Arms flying around his neck to find something to hold onto.

"'m close, Bo! Please don't stop, need t' cum," you cry out. Bo quickens his pace, his fingers rubbing circles into your clit. He can't focus on anything other than the need to feel you clench around his length.

He leans his head around to hover his lips just over yours. In a low tones he drawls out, "do it, cum for me. I want you to, baby, my good girl." He stutters out more but you don't notice. The tension in your core finally giving way to an explosive climax. Your hands scramble, nails clawing at Bo's back and bicep while you float from your high.

The feeling of you clenching down on him has Bo releasing with a low growl. The sensation of him filling only aids you, nearly sending your overestimated body into a second climax. Bo's arms slowly give way, releasing your legs to the bed and gently bringing himself to somewhat lay on your heaving chest. For a time, you breathe together. Caressing the parts of the other you can reach and slowly coming back to each other.

Bo is the first to move, shifting his weight to instead lay beside you. Pulling your limp body into his arms, tucking your head gently into his chest while he slowly smoothes you hair. In your tired haze, you bring a leg to rest over his own.

"So good, honey, always such a good girl f'me." Bo brings his head to rest in your hair, placing a gentle kiss while soaking in your scent. Chuckling at the slight 'mhm' he receives in response.

He'll run a bath in the morning, but for now Bo settles in next to you. Content letting everything but you drift away, forgotten.

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pufflehuffing · 2 months

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Hungry Like The Wolf. - Professor!Sebastian Sallow X F!Student!Reader 🔞

pairing: Professor!Sebastian Sallow X F!Student!Reader (part 2 of this fic, but can be read by itself, the plot is minimal and explained here too) genre: smut, mdni (everyone is 18+) warnings: wordplay on animal costumes (not actual animal smut!) | underage drinking | teacher/student | fingering | eating out | unprotected fucking | breeding | cum eating summary: Weeks after the tryst in Professor Sallow’s office, Halloween rolled around. Surrounded by gloomy decorations and merrymaking, a wolf and his bunny find a way to continue their passionate love away from the festivities. word count: 10.2k A/N: The Halloween costumes were loosely inspired by this Alice In Wonderland art from @choccy-milky & @dansgiii, thank you for the inspo! I also blame @dvinaamesca for her pictures of Sebastian that make me crave this man like a starving woman. Every time I see one, all I can envision is professor Sallow! My masterlist.

Silhouettes danced around the candlelit Great Hall, making it look straight from hell itself. Pumpkins joyously peeked from every nook and the resident ghosts danced through the lights, casting eerie shadows throughout the castle's most elegantly furnished room. Costumed students and professors mingled about, the latter's nerves jangled with anticipation as if awaiting tricks rather than treats. Professor Sallow strode confidently towards a quiet corner, emitting an arrogant air, his gaze carefully keeping watch of the partying students. Meanwhile, in the corridor outside, staggered a lithe footstep; dragged almost, as if struggling towards the gathering. It was her. Her careful tread echoed, signalling her imminent arrival.

Professor Sallow’s brow perked up immediately at the sight of those familiar, innocent eyes walking in. His heart raced faster, thinking back of their encounter from a month ago, and he already cursed himself for not bringing his cloak with him to hide his imminent arousal. “Finally,” he thought. “There she is.” His eyes devoured every flawless inch from across the room, his gaze drinking in every pore that begged for his touch weeks ago and every cut from his duelling classes since then. Even clad in that revealing fur-lined baby blue dress with white bunny ears, she was breathtakingly beautiful. But, she didn't notice him yet, too fixated on searching for the familiar faces of her friends among the packed crowd.

The professor remained standing tall and imposing against the wall, his own costume fitting his presence perfectly. His tall frame was draped in a black shirt and slacks, accentuating his toned frame underneath. His hair was tousled wildly, giving an air of danger hidden beneath his composed façade while brown, conjured wolf ears peeked out from his curls. The irony was not lost on him amidst energetic laughter and festive chatter filling the hall. They were symbolic representations framed against such a backdrop; the hunter chasing the prey yet dominated by it simultaneously. He leaned against the wall, sipping from a glass of firewhisky nonchalantly, casually passing friendly words with fellow teachers and students that passed him. Unbeknownst to them all, his eyes never left her, the animalistic hunger in them growing more pronounced with each passing moment.

Her gaze landed upon her friends, her smile brightening momentarily. She laughed at a joke directed at her that fell on deaf ears for him. He watched, craving to devour this view of her happiness privately. Encased within their attire hung both their secret, delight and anxious longing for a private moment amidst the festivities. Regardless of the bunch gathered at this event, something deep inside him longed to peel the layers of her bunny suit off her sensuous form under dim lights' aid.

His eyes followed her as she joined her friends who appeared absolutely thrilled to see her. However, his heart twisted in anticipation; every laugh and joke shared became less enticing by the minute due to the own secret dialogue of attraction lingering between star-crossed costumed lovers. The wolf chased his rabbit across a sea of strangers, waiting for their moment away from prying eyes to resume their liberating cycle behind closed doors.

Approaching the small cluster of seventh-years, he cleared his throat, casual yet commanding as always. "Miss, may I borrow you away from your merrymaking?" His words held an underlying note of urgency that only those attuned to him would pick up. She turned reluctantly, flashing her sweet smile. "Of course, professor," she said politely, extracting herself gracefully from the group. "Good evening, girls," he said to the remaining group. "Thought I'd have a word with her before things get rowdier." The others giggled nervously, hearing the more sinister edge to his normally jovial tone. His wolf-ears flipped back happily as he turned to the delighted girl, her eyes sparkling with equal bewilderment and excitement.

"Cute bunny attire," he complimented, his hand subtly brushing past the fluffy ball on her behind as he moved her in front of him and led her through the crowd. She giggled nervously, her heart skipping a beat at this public display of affection. "Yes, quite a coincidence, isn't it?" She managed to choke out. "Where did the idea come from to be a wolf?" Her eyes searched his behind her curiously, but he seemed unaffected by the truth lingering beneath their costumes. His eyes wandered around them, then back to her bashfully playful face hidden partially behind her hair. "It only struck me last minute. Found it fitting too…" He trailed off in a husky whisper as he leaned down to her ear, a gesture that could be perceived as innocent due to the loud environment. His furry ears bounced like his heartbeat, expecting some thrill soon, more specifically: his ideal prey, all dressed up amidst holiday cheer.

When they were finally out of earshot from the crowd, the air around them crackled energetically in a corner of the Great Hall. His hand grazed her waist lightly— enough contact for now with this many witches and wizards close by. "Ever wary as a wolf, you see," his fingers waved in quotations. The levitating decorations above them teased at their desires hidden behind flimsy façades. A secret battle between their animalistic identities showcased through these outfits. "We both know we won't stay away from temptation tonight…" he concluded notably after taking another sip from his firewhisky.

She glanced at his drink, tilting her head slightly. "Is that alcoholic? It smells… strange." Her eyes were wide with curiosity mixed with anticipation. His gaze darkened ever so slightly as he lifted the glass out of her reach if she'd dare try to take a sip. "No, no, sweetheart, you're too young for that." Protectiveness flashed in those brown eyes that roamed over her child-like bunny costume thoughtfully before meeting her gaze again. She sighed, slightly disappointed but secretly appreciative of his concern. With a mischievous glint in her own eyes, she curiously asked him about the contents of his drink. Professor Sallow, ever the distinguished gentleman, chuckled cunningly at her curiosity. "Just firewhisky," he explained in hushed tones intended only for her ears' delight. "Something not appropriate for such tender lips," he leaned in again, a cocky aura oozing from him. As if governed by internal instincts, his wolf ears perked up subtly at the thought of starting something infinitely more exciting than just these whispers in the corner of the Great Hall.

"Firewhisky?" she asked innocently, a hint of curiosity colouring her voice. "What's that?"

Professor Sallow chuckled softly, amused by her childlike curiosity. "A grown-up drink," he explained playfully, running a hand through his tousled hair. "Not something for someone as young and innocent as you." He watched as she pouted prettily, her large eyes locking onto his in a silent plea for some resolution. "Getting you tipsy is the last thing I intend to do tonight,” he grinned teasingly, carelessly running his fingertips along the pillar beside her. "I can think of other plans for you though, dear." His wolf-ears seemed to flutter with excitement at the prospect and perhaps even a tinge of possessiveness.

Her eyes shifted from the ground up to meet his expectantly. Blushing, she hesitated slightly before responding softly, "I liked our last… meeting… in your office." There was a hint of nervousness in her tone as she spoke about their secret rendez-vous. The recollection of their deep kisses and subsequent pounding of his cock inside her had left an aura of guilt around them which neither could shake off entirely.

Hearing this unexpected confession, Professor Sallow's eyes sparkled with newfound confidence and mischief despite the faintest shadow of worry present behind them. He licked his lips thoughtfully in response during the courageous moment they shared, standing silently under the animated decorations above them. His eyes seemed to say "shame on you" and yet his fingers insisted on brushing gently past her fluffy bunny tail again, almost a silent applause to their naughty deeds.

"And here we are again," he whispered almost accusingly yet not without his interest being piqued. He sipped more firewhisky from his glass before slowly continuing. There was genuine concern behind his words as he looked down into her large, defiant eyes; still innocent yet newfound grown-up thoughts etched all over her face tonight. “We really shouldn't be doing this, sweetheart…" he trailed off, hinting at what lay ahead for them shortly. The wolf's ears twitched irresistibly from his imaginations of his bunny bouncing on his lap again.

"Yes…" she agreed hesitantly, her voice sounding defeated. She bit her bottom lip nervously, glancing around them cautiously before returning her attention to him. Tensions in the air thickened palpably as they stood there, waiting for whatever would happen next. Their bodies ached with desire for each other; the brushing of fingers and accidental contact heightening the anticipation. She winced slightly when he took another sip of firewhisky, knowing all too well how potent it could be, especially when combined with his state of heightened arousal. Her palms trembled at the sight of his strong, muscular arm; conveying both fascination and fear at what was unfolding between them. Despite knowing she shouldn't pursue this relationship further— or at all, for that matter— something inside her couldn't resist the pull of their forbidden connection.

"But, professor…" she managed to choke out, her voice barely audible above the background noise. She paused, steeling herself for whatever repercussions followed her actions, but also eagerly awaiting the release of their pent-up desires. Her breath hitched as she watched him casually take another gulp of his drink, his Adam's apple visibly bobbing, reminding her of his strong masculinity. "I can't help it," she confessed boldly yet with firm eyes, defiance painted in bold strokes on her angelic face. She knew what she was asking from him was risky and taboo, but tonight felt different under the shroud of Halloween blissfully brewing around them. Bringing down his hand from the pillar, she intertwined their fingers despite his protests or concerns. "I can't help what I feel." Another glimpse around confirmed no one was paying attention in this sea of costumed joyous souls; still, every sighted eye in their general direction felt like danger and judgement.

His gaze lingered on their interlocking fingers then trailed back to meet her brave, beguiling gaze, heart throbbing against his chest like a wild creature she had tamed part of. The firewhisky played tricks on him now; it seemed more like a burning invitation instead of dulling his senses as it should have been. "The chase was worth the prize,” didn't he always think? Now he could almost feel her lithe body beneath those fur-lined layers. "You should go back," he warned softly yet hungered for this daring display of affection even though they were on borrowed time. He tilted his head playfully at her boldness. "I do believe your friends would miss their bunny," he teased slightly, but lust coursed through his words marked by hunger glinting dangerously.

Her sparkling eyes conveyed a mixture of challenge and desire. "They wouldn't mind if she decided to hop into another burrow," she said playfully, letting go of his hand with a reluctant squeeze. With her gaze still locked on him, she sighed softly in pure resolution as she understood this conversation led nowhere professional. She wanted adventure, which was embodied purely by him. Acting as the backdrop to their hidden intentions, laughter echoed through the Great Hall, but it sounded distant amidst the intoxicating desire brewing between them. The wolf's heart thumped heavily within him, mirroring the bunny's, pulsing with nervous excitement.

Professor Sallow's eyes settled on her with a predatory gleam, unable to resist any longer as her boldness propelled them further into their forbidden territory. But even amidst the pulsing rapture, he couldn't ignore the unfortunate context of it all— a student daring her idolised professor and vice versa. "We really shouldn't," he mumbled aloud one last time like an oath, breaking her gaze while his hand still yearned to grab her elusive body again. He inhaled deeply to quell a sudden urge; no interruption seemed to appear tonight unless she let her impatience lead them into potential danger. His heart pounded against his chest like a wolf pacing in a cage, eager for release from self-imposed restraint yet appreciating her fearlessness before him under the ceilings hung with gory decorations. He knew where this could lead them both if caught, but dismissed every possibility except for continuing with their plans. "But we will," he smiled secretively, relief palpable under the phantom shadows cast by the candles floating randomly through the grand hall that night.

Her playful gaze seemed to flash a dare in his direction, causing his furred ears to twitch with anticipation. He couldn't help but notice the fervour dancing in her eyes as she slowly extended her hand towards his glass of firewhisky. He watched her with an intensity born out of their situation and quickening heartbeat. He decided to test her resolve, pulling it away again just before she could touch it. The resulting puppy-like pout gracing her face was breathtakingly delightful. "Patience, dear," he grinned mysteriously into her pouty stare, aroused by her audacity even more now than before. Despite everything that twirled around and within them, there was also an unspoken urge to protect her. After all, he was her teacher.

Beneath the veil of Halloween festivities, Professor Sallow's desires were invigorated by this unconventional game they were playing. The grey area between their teacher-student relationship had never felt so explicit or thrilling, even that faithful evening in his office wasn't this raunchy. His erection strained against his black trousers unapologetically but surprisingly found solace in her teases that were laced with challenges only girls her age could deliver.

Her gaze flickered between him and the elusive glass that was denied yet again, a clear challenge in the eyes staring at him. She huffed lightly, bringing forth a much younger and carefree side he didn't always see from his student. "Just a taste?" she pleaded playfully, her pout now tinged with alluring sincerity. "I haven't had anything stronger than pumpkin juice since…" her words died down into a whisper as if reminiscing distant childhood days. The wolf's small heart responded enthusiastically to her persistence; denying this could make her annoyed, and that was the last thing he wanted from his precious sweetheart. "You promise you can handle it?" He double-checked, concern lacing his voice. His hand hovered close enough before handing over the surprisingly heavy glass holding the amber liquid.

Reluctantly, she nodded her head and accepted the glass from him. Her heart hammered wildly in her chest as she lifted it to her lips, the spicy warmth of the drink burning a trail down her throat. It was unlike anything she had ever had before and despite her acquaintance with wine and ale back home, it left her reeling slightly. Her face flushed redder than usual and she coughed lightly, her chest heaving as she set the glass back in his hand forcefully. She struggled to catch her breath, her eyes watering ever so slightly. "It's… strong," she managed to choke out between gasps. Her eyes pleaded with him not to send her away yet and even through the foggy haze caused by the drink, she could sense his amusement at her discomfort.

Professor Sallow couldn't help but snicker at her misfortune, his hand brushing lightly over her elbow to steady her while her eyes darted around furtively for any signs of eavesdroppers before calming back down. The warm feeling pervading inside him was a perfect mix of concern and sheer amusement; an unusual cocktail for someone in his position, she had to admit. "Firewhisky isn't for the faint-hearted, my dear." His concerned whisper was laced with humour as she looked at him with watery eyes.

"I can understand why.” Her voice was tainted with the smoke and fire from the drink but her eyes twinkled mischievously, still challenging him surprisingly well. The brave girl dared further into unknown territories of seduction, her cheeks still blushing fiercely from the alcohol. "You haven't told me yet…” she breathed lightly, catching him off-guard since they'd taken care not to speak openly about their secret tryst here or anywhere else before. Her irresistible smile highlighted her genuine interest while also demanding an answer. Her boldness showed even when she was recovering from the strong drink he fed her a moment ago. "Did you enjoy it?" She asked directly, looking straight through his eyes whose depth she knew by now.

Professor Sallow's brown ears twitched noticeably at her daring question that echoed through the festivities around them. His heart pounded against his chest with a fierce anticipation of their passionate history intertwined under the disguises of Halloween music and decorations. He took another gulp of firewhisky, hiding his growing arousal from her gaze. His eyes bore into hers before answering slowly, each word wrought with restraint, "I won't lie about it; yes." Despite holding back, he could not deny it. It was adventurous, just like their conversation tonight enveloped by strange decorations. The wolf inside him trembled at the memory of the past evening he shared with such a bold enchantress disguised as a student.

His answer seemed to embolden her further as her eyes gleamed with triumph and lust. Despite the tension lingering in the air between them, their hearts synchronised like old lovers sharing secrets at last. With defiance etched into every contour of her face, she leaned closer towards him, flirting dangerously close to intimate territory. "Then perhaps, we should do it again?" Her soft murmur was burdened with fervent desire and now it appeared neither was willing or able to resist this mutual longing anymore, even amidst a crowd eager to celebrate their costumed night.

Professor Sallow's hand tightened around hers again, borrowing comfort from solid contact amidst the chaos surrounding them. His mind whirred with thoughts; he knew exactly where her proposal led but couldn't resist its temptation. "And what makes you think I won't say no?" He asked, feigning innocence despite his racing pulse and bulge in his pants.

"You wouldn't dare disappoint me tonight, would you?" She declared boldly, innocence leaving her features to reveal the fire inside her eyes. She pulled her hand away, standing mere inches away from his warmth, awaiting his answer. Her scent mixed with the faint hint of alcohol was uniquely intoxicating and despite knowing better, he found himself succumbing to her siren song.

Smirking playfully, the professor took another sip of his drink, letting the liquid burn in his throat before responding to her innocent yet provocative challenge. "My dear, I never refuse passionate requests from strikingly intelligent young women." His gaze held an unspoken promise she found both enticing and terrifying all at once. Noticing her visible excitement, he leaned closer, whispering into her ear. "Your performance in class has improved quite remarkably since our… private session together." His heavy breath brushed against her sensitive skin, causing a shiver to course through her body.

The air between them was thick with anticipation and daring intentions; her composure was a tightrope that was increasingly difficult to walk. Her eyes, punctuated by a thrill of excitement, met his smirking gaze as she nodded in agreement. "Then it's worth repeating," she declared arrogantly, her voice low yet steady with hidden bravado.

His glass trembled slightly, an unmistakable sign of tense expectancy or perhaps pure lust. He stole another glance around them, then looked back into her confident but vulnerable eyes. "This might just turn out to be your most memorable Halloween yet," he commented huskily, his wolf trapped inside yearning for liberation. The wolfish professor surveyed the commotion around them and whispered into her ear. "Meet me in the hallway outside, five minutes." It was a command couched in words of an intimate plan they were now committed to execute. Beneath the pulsating music and laughter, they dared their next extraordinary rendez-vous into reality and their unapologetic, unashamedly lustful hearts aligned under the ghosts waltzing through the air above them.

Accepting his command silently, she nodded in agreement before slowly releasing herself from his gaze. With a teasing smile playing at the corner of her mouth, she flitted back to her circle of friends, the bunny ears on her diadem bobbing up and down. Her voice was empty with feigned sickness as she explained to them with a faint smirk on her face. "I am feeling a bit unwell. I think it's best that I leave and head to bed early." Despite their questions she didn't linger for any negotiations about her leaving early from the party. Slipping through the crowded room faster than light amid the spooky decorations, she couldn't help but hum gleefully under breath. Her heart pounded at every beat of the music, faster than Devil's Snare slithering in darkness under this fascinating endeavour they embarked upon.

Professor Sallow discreetly watched his muse slip away from her friends amidst their questions; a hearty grin tugged at the corners of his mouth as he prepared his own alibi. "Excuse me gentlemen, duty calls,” he murmured suavely amidst his colleagues before disappearing into the crowd with an air of calm resolution. His path led him to where he'd arranged their secret rendez-vous outside in one of the less-frequented hallways, heart racing like a trapped hare under his shirt just as much in anticipation as fear. When he arrived at said location, she stood framed against the dark corridor, an apparition straight out of a fairy tale. A playful smirk adorned her lips and although bathed in shadows, he could see the excitement shimmering in her eyes. She tapped her heel impatiently but kept looking around frequently to make sure no one was watching them.

Taking notice of her restlessness and cautiousness, the professor pressed himself against the wall facing her, his gaze drawing an invisible connection between them despite their distance. Despite the silence echoing through the deserted hallway, there was an electric energy passing between them that hummed louder than any cacophony around them. The game was set, players were ready, and now all it took was daring one step over the line. He let out an exhale softly, his accent thickening with desire. "You have no idea how hard you make me with that dress," he proclaimed boldly, for those words didn't hold regret or apology. Her beauty and bravery stole more than just his heartbeats tonight; it captured the very essence of his freedom and will.

The playful tension between them seemed to heighten further with every whispered word, their breaths misting heavily against the cold, stone walls. She licked her lips nervously before confessing honestly. "And… you make me just as… excited." Her admission hung heavy in air with its promise and danger veiled beneath layers of modesty. His eyes followed her gaze towards him, taking note of his growing erection apparent under his trousers. It was a ripe testament overhanging their imminent hookup dictated by the strong brew and daring whispers lost in the festivities earlier. "Is that so?" he breathed out into the silence. His wolf dared him to take the first step across that thin line emerging between them. "Do I?" His voice broke off into a deep growl, revealing his own state of mind, swaying between primal desire and caution.

Then suddenly, under the wall-mounted torches flickering eerily, he was there, his lips crashing onto hers forcefully. His tongue invaded her mouth aggressively, claiming his territory. His hand snaked up to cup her breast through the fabric of her dress, teasing and tweaking her sensitive nipple cruelly. Their tongues tangled passionately; his warmth radiating through their bodies, stinging her lips, but she eagerly reciprocated, matching his heated tempo. Suddenly, he pulled away quickly, his breathing heavy and his eyes glinting with approval.

The sudden forcefulness of their snog caught her off-guard but didn't deter her desire. With a pouty moan, she initiated another round, matching his hunger. The pleasure coursing through her veins was like liquid fire, burning away all remnants of hesitation or caution she still harboured. Their teeth clashed furiously, exchanging their collective moans and whimpers muffled by the pounding music coming from inside the Great Hall. Feeling emboldened, she grabbed ahold of his collar and yanked him closer to her like a suggestive chess move. "Take me," she declared breathlessly, her fingers trembling slightly as they dug into the black fabric. Lord knows how many times she had fantasised about this moment since that fateful night a month ago.

Sensing her desperation, something clicked inside Professor Sallow, ruling him rational once more. His inner lecturer surged through him, overruling the beast unleashed momentarily. "Not here, not like this," he muttered darkly, pulling away slightly but still keeping their bodies pressed against each other. Glancing around nervously, he grabbed her delicate wrist firmly without gentleness. "We need privacy."

Without waiting for her consent, he dragged her swiftly down an empty corridor lit by the glow of torches, pulling her along with the sheer force of his desire burning brightly within him. Despite his insistence on privacy, the thrill of being dragged away by such a powerful person instantly worked as an aphrodisiac for her nerves. Her heart pounded intensely against her chest but she didn't object or resist. Instead she followed him obediently with a lustful grin, stealing quick glances towards students partying heartily in the distance.

Not too long after, their hurried steps brought them to seclusion— Professor Swallow's personal quarters. The door closed softly behind them while the trees outside cast eerie shadows through the windows. She looked around curiously then back at him once they were alone together in his kingdom, away from onlookers or prying eyes. "What now?" Her voice revealed hints of anxiety alongside the hunger that never left her since their first intimate encounter. A simple question, yet his heart pounded harder against his chest from anticipation. Finally finding their sanctuary, every measure of control over him seemed to slip away.

His lips met hers forcefully again and his large hands wandered over her body. The texture of her dress brushed against him like soft velvet as a new scent enveloped them both; a mixture of desire and lingering alcohol. "This," he murmured against her lips brimming in moisture. His tongue wrestled with hers aggressively, an assertion of his dominance above anything else. He tugged the straps down her shoulders while taking his wand out of his pocket to rid himself of his furry ears before tossing it on his nightstand. They were no longer necessary, his inner wolf had already captured its bunny, and now it was time to feast.

The fur-lined costume fell to pool beneath her ankles; her skin glowed under the dim light embracing the room. Panting from their heated kisses and unexpected aggression of undressing, her hands explored his chest through his shirt while biting down her moans from excitement. "You look exquisite when you're wild," he whispered huskily. His words were an offering topped by his eager actions.

With deliberate intention, the professor led her towards his bed and laid her gently but firmly down on it. His eyes never lost sight of her body as it was exposed to his gaze, every curve and dip tantalising him almost to insanity. Slowly undoing buttons of his shirt and peeling it off, his muscular chest heaved with every panting breath, trying hard not to overpower the moment. He felt excited but steered clear of rushing this. This quivering and flushed girl was a still sight to behold even after a month of sneaking glances and notes during his lessons. His pupils dilated as he devoured her delectable body and with bold decisiveness, he crawled on top of her slowly, his belt pressing against her mound.

Their breaths were ragged as much from the anticipation as from the passionately tangled tongues and fingers searching each other's skin again. His belt brushed against her sensitive flesh and she gasped, her hands flexing on his hard shoulders. "You tease," she accused him in a breathy whisper, eyes heavy-lidded from arousal but passionately filled with lust. He chuckled huskily against her soft skin, kissing along her collarbone towards her breasts, his brows knotting with tension but conveying mischief rather than aggression. "Isn't that what professors do to students who perform exceptionally well?" He questioned sarcastically while they were in a position very contrary to a classroom.

The silence that fell between them after was filled with the sloppy sounds of Professor Sallow nipping at his student. For one brief moment he paused before breaking that fleeting calm, continuing further south against her secreting desires. Forwardly, his hand dipped into the lacey underwear she donned, groaning audibly at what he found. Her insides tensed with want; he was teasing her cruelly, making her yearn for him even more under his touch. "Yes," she whined, her voice cracking due to desire. "Oh god, yes!" She squirmed, her body moving involuntarily against his caresses and pecks. Her hips rose, begging for fulfilment.

With her knees quivering, she wrapped her legs around his waist, locking them tightly together to form a barrier around him. Her body arched against his touch, seeking more contact to alleviate the massive buildup of pleasure. "Sir, please," she begged, almost pleading. "Slowly, my dear sweetheart," he answered, his fingertips gliding across her sensitive point just before he struck gold, hitting the right spot that caused her legs to convulse and whimper pitifully, begging for mercy. His lips continued their descent downwards, trailing kisses along her belly button before reaching her wetness. He groaned hungrily at the sight of her aroused state through her damp panties, traces of his saliva composing a messy network around her exposed navel down to her waistband.

His warm breath fanned across her folds, teasingly brushing against her sensitive spot, sending shudders of need through her entire frame. His tongue dipped against her clothed folds, tracing along her entrance before circling her clitoris slowly, building anticipation even further. Her hands gripped his hair tightly, begging silently yet fervently for release, but he was in no hurry. He smiled against the damp lace appreciatively and lightly bit the waistband before murmuring: "It seems our dear student is already falling apart." His flirty banter only further fueled the fire of desire that raged within both of them.

Sliding off the barrier with his teeth, he inhaled sharply at the sight before him. Her fresh scent of arousal mixed with satisfaction wafted into his nostrils. He felt intoxicated yet clear-headed as his eyes locked with hers, a silent communication competing against her rhythmic panting and whimpers that echoed around them in the silence.

Finally spreading her folds apart, his lips descended onto her delicacy. Each swipe of his tongue aimed to tease every bit of ecstasy from her and her breath hitched dangerously hard. His fingers gripped onto her firm thighs firmly, perfect support for his desired task. Moving lower, he licked along her column filled with sweet nectar, letting out an appreciative sound of approval at such delightful sight laid before him; she was truly soaked beyond measure. Every movement he made, every lick and nip, threatened to overwhelm her. With her head thrashing against the pillow, she struggled to calm her wild desires as he continued his oral assault soothingly. His hands travelled and kneaded her rear impulsively, each contact delivering a spark of lust and pleasure onto her.

The professor tended to her like a rare flower, his tongue constantly roaming in figure eights on her petals while smacking his lips seductively as if savouring every second. Her hips bucked reflexively, begging for more as tiny pleas escaped from her. "Sir," she mumbled, her voice coming out shaky and weak due to desperation. "Please…" With no words he answered her pleads but continued his sweet torture around her passage. He worshipped this art piece blessed before him. Just as she tried to beg for respite or any form of satisfaction again, Professor Sallow slipped a skilled finger into her warm entrance. Slowly entering and withdrawing against the slippery walls of her sanctuary, each thrust seemed like a warning or a promise of what was to come next.

Her eyes bulged like a deer in headlights driving through a dark forest; the pleasure was immense and gripping enough to make her thighs shake and ankles tremble. The quiet room echoed with the sound of wet slapping noises, simultaneously stimulating and nerve-wracking for both parties. She cried out incoherent words, her hands gripping and curling into his brown curls. Her moans grew louder, an acoustic testimony to how close she was inching towards satisfaction against his tongue and steady finger plundering her.

He trusted her to handle more than one loose digit so he added another, rocking in tempo with the earlier one. Sucking harder on her clit made her writhe underneath him, offering another crucial sensation to pull her to the point of no return. Her chest heaved heavily against the plush covers; every gasp could have been a cry for mercy, but she didn't utter a word. The sensation of being filled by his fingers drove her wild. She bit down on her bottom lip so hard that it bled slightly but her moans became louder, her body contorting to his invading digits. Each thrust sent waves of pleasure surging through her, urging her closer to her orgasm. One hand still gripped his hair while the other slid over her chest, leaving trails of goosebumps behind while her nipples peaked from both pain and pleasure. She had never felt so exposed and invigorated before this devilish act.

His fingers danced rhythmically within her while sucking softly at her pearl until she was reduced to a panting mess. It was evident she was close, very close. Slower paced thrusts gave way to firmer ones as he signalled his intentions towards her climax, one she begged him for weeks covertly in his defence classes. The room around them seemed to disintegrate into oblivion; all that mattered was the synchronised movements of his lips and tongue on her sensitive areas, and the fingers expertly caressing her depths. Each thrust pushed against the walls of her passage, seeking every hidden corner that craved more attention.

Her body shook noticeably, becoming nearly immobile under the onslaught. Sweat trickled down her chest and between her heaving breasts, glistening in the dim light cast by the candles on the nightstand. Her eyes widened, pleading for relief but also marvelling at the skill displayed by her toned professor. The bruises and marks he left on her thighs grew slightly darker as he continued to assert his dominance without once breaking eye contact.

One more push triggered her orgasmic eruption and she screamed his title over and over, arching her back dramatically as her body tightly enveloped him. "Sir, yes, yes, prof—" Her cunt spasmed around his intruding fingers, milk-white juices coating his digits with each pulsing contraction. It was like watching a volcano erupting, the intense force of her climax shocking them both despite their preparedness. "Did you enjoy yourself, sweetheart?" he purred against her clit before teasingly licking up the trail of nectar spilling out from her well-fucked hole as he removed his fingers. Professor Sallow's chin sparkled with the pearlescent dew oozing from her, but he cleaned it off deliberately slowly with the back of his hand so as not to stir her sensibilities. With satisfaction glowing on his face, he removed his other hand from her rear and relished the sight of her waning down after her orgasm.

"I believe I did," she gasped out, panting heavily and trying hard to catch her breath. Her chest rose and fell rapidly with each inhale, a modest blush bloomed on her cheeks as her hands moved to pull him up; having him hover above her. "And I also believe, sir, you enjoyed it too."

He chuckled with a low voice, flipping his wet digits and stroking them against her bottom lip. "I can hardly refuse when it's this pleasurable, my dear." His pupils were dark, reflecting the hunger seething beneath his composed exterior. Her gaze didn't shy away from his lusty stare. Instead, it matched his, acknowledging the mutual desire they both felt. The unfinished business was obvious when he still sported an impressive bulge under his trousers. "Now what about you, sir?" she asked sultrily, testing the waters of dominance he projected onto her with a coy smile. "Are you satisfied, or would you prefer more?"

Her confidence pleasantly surprised him. It still amazed him how quickly she adapted to his world of sensuality despite her innocence. He showed approval through a smirk and answered. "Oh, I prefer more, sweetheart." He desired to find satisfaction of his own. While she managed to reach her climax early, he was still left in anticipation. He shifted himself gently above her, running the back of his pruney, wet fingers along her jaw and brought their lips together once more, tasting iron on her bottom one. The kiss bore fiery desires, paired with an urge for reciprocation. He startled her again with a sudden pinch at her nipple, enough to make her yelp but not hurt. The gasp and sting triggered another escalation of feelings within both of them. "I've missed my girls," he mumbled against her swollen lips, circling her nub with his thumb before releasing it slowly. "I've been thinking of them for weeks."

The pinch on her nipple electrocuted her senses making her squeak in surprise but also react instantly. Sucking on his lip to ease the sudden contact, she squirmed underneath him, her body aching for more. His words melted away any lingering doubts she might have harboured about him wanting her again after a painfully long month. His statement made her heart stop mid-beat for a moment. Look at them now, they were no longer teacher and student but two explorers locked in an experiment gone right— how life's strange pathways led two wounded souls to find solace in each other's arms. "Just you and me?" Her voice quivered with disbelief, wonder, and hunger.

Her honeyed words fueled his thoughts further, and without warning, he lifted his torso off hers, giving him perfect access to her wet folds again. "Always just us," he confirmed, rubbing his clothed crotch against her entrance, letting her feel its heat and jutting length. "And now," he whispered, his voice husky with desire. "I intend to reenact our fondest memory…"

She watched him pop the buttons of his trousers one by one, each movement a soft caress against his firm tummy. When he finally tugged down the offending fabric to reveal himself standing at full attention, she gasped anew. Her eyes widened in delight at the sight of him, larger than she remembered. The details of his veins were visible, they pulsed with every beat of his heartbeat. Her gaze lingered longer than allotted as he shifted close enough to seat his tip against her sopping entrance. A faint whimper escaped her lips, equal parts eagerness and apprehension. Her nails bit into the soft flesh of her tits. There was no turning back now.

He leaned in again, his lips brushing hers gently, offering reassurance. "Let's go back in time," he coaxed, teasing her sweat-soaked skin with feathery kisses between her throat and collarbone. His words were like time-travelling magic, instantly transporting them into a world where rules and societal boundaries had been gently breached, replaced by raw emotion and magnetism. He secured her legs around his waist before slowly guiding himself deep into her heat, inch by inch. Both gasped concurrently, the familiar sensation of connection overwhelming them both. Her walls hugged him tightly, every ridge settling him deeper, welcoming him and making him groan against her damp skin. He nipped at her neck, finding a delicious spot he knew she savoured.

"Oh, gods," she cried out unabashedly, her nails gripping into his shoulders at the fullness pressing against her core. Their eyes locked upon re-entry as if sharing a secret language only they understood; it was feverish yet possessive. Yet, he didn’t thrust, not right away. Instead, he overstuffed her, breath by breath until the room buzzed with anticipation. His gaze fell toward the veined shaft filling her pussy, a minor shake wobbled the powerful rod within her. He felt victorious. Loved. "Absolutely divine," he praised softly against the nape of her neck, "You fit me perfectly, dear." Each undulation in her cunt beneath him hinted at the pleasure he derived from her.

Then, he began thrusting rhythmically, pulling out almost completely before crashing back into her until their bodies slapped together vulgarly. Her whimpers were like music to his ears while further stroking his desire wilder. "Tighter than I remember, even," he grunted, holding back the scream that threatened with each stroke, "And wetter than—" She interrupted his words by guiding his mouth to her breast, urging him to immerse himself on her unattended nipple. Instantly his hungry mouth latched onto it making her yelp and tug him closer. As his sweetheart's tunnel clamped around him, he shivered at its caress and toured her breast lovingly although she squirmed enticingly below him. It drove him to thrust faster, needing release after weeks spent fantasising about this moment.

His words and actions set a frenzied pace within her, her grip on him tightening until fingernails dug into his scalp. A sense of power surged inside her, both stimulating and terrifying her. He was hers now and she was his. She cried out, her voice hoarse from passion, asking her question that hung on the edge of her mind. "Why me?" she wondered aloud, her fingers tangling in his hair, directing him where needed.

As he replied, he increased his tempo, harder than before, reaching towards a blissful eruption, his voice hoarse too and filled with raw need. "Because you were special, different from the others, always asking questions, looking for answers beyond the classroom walls." He hastened his pace, plunging deeper, pushing against the walls of her womb. "And when we first shared that rainy night, I saw glimmers of the woman you'd grow into: intelligent, loyal, sensual. You showed me sides of yourself no other student ever dared. I wanted you then," he admitted between heavy gasps, each word punctuated by the wet slaps of their joining. "Just like this." With their bodies locked, her eyes bore into his, half-closed under the pleasurable wave. Suddenly, she wasn't just a student or casual lover, but his equal, sharing her secrets and souls under the forbidden circumstances.

This revelation lashed the flames of desire within her, igniting new maturity in her eyes. "And I wanted you too," she confessed, moaning louder than ever. Her body quaked as he relentlessly ravished her, delving deeper, faster. His speed and strength paired with newfound vulnerability, exposed far beyond his usual facade, helplessly awakened something primal in her— she wrapped her legs around his waist tighter, meeting each forceful thrust with equal fervour. Her walls contracted around him, milking him, something both foreign and familiar. There was a level of synchronisation developing between them that surpassed mere physical desire. It felt like destiny. "So then why did we wait so long?" she panted breathlessly, teeth clenched in ecstasy. "Why not…?"

The moment suspended in mid-air, heavy with unspoken confessions and built tension. It felt both surreal and somehow… fated. His gaze clouded over, raw love painting his face as he pulled out slowly, just an inch away from plunging back in. He hesitated for the merest moment before confessing truths unshared from their pasts. He didn't need sex. He desired her, as a mere man desired his beautiful belle. "Stupid rules," he rasped out, pursing his lips into a thin line, and thrusting into her once again. "I was torn, scared, and considered my position before you." He glanced deep into her wide eyes, searching for forgiveness or acceptance. "I never thought you'd be this good. You're too good for me." A second later he slammed into her with renewed ferocity, burying himself fully as if trying to merge with her entirely. The sight of her honeyed gaze mesmerised him, she was begging eagerly for his love.

The admission left them both breathless; words spoken between breathy pants, sweaty and tangled together. Their eyes reflected an intensity that transcended simple lust or need. There was raw vulnerability and underlying passion glistening in their gaze which could only explain why they waited so long. But now here they were, making up for lost time.

"Don't say that," she gritted out, her nails scratching against his broad back. Another orgasm ticked closer like a time bomb waiting to explode, ready to obliterate all inhibitions. Despite the intensity coursing through her veins, her mind stayed sharp enough to register his confession. He grunted instantly, eyes met with hers blazing with equal passion. She felt him trembling and shuddering atop her as she pulled him even closer into a passionate embrace. "I never should've waited," she whispered fiercely, hands kneading his muscles.

Every sinew seemed to strain within him, every nerve firing each time they smacked together. "Maybe not," he agreed with a harsh laugh, sweat pearling all over his body under the orange candlelight. Even amidst the chaos, a small smile graced his face. It seemed no matter what happened between them now or later on, they'd share this secret delight together. The mounting pressure nearly exploded under his grip. She was about to crumble beneath him again, yet grasping onto his shoulders strongly, coaxing one more thrust after another. Overwhelmed by their shared passion, he let go completely, surrendering to the primal need that had been simmering within him. His hips rocked faster, harder than ever, filling her up completely and hitting her G-spot repeatedly. A particularly powerful thud caused her to arch her back further into his hold. She whined, her walls clenching around him tightly, hugging him vigorously.

As if sensing her approaching release, he slowed down momentarily, allowing their bodies to sync together perfectly. "Good girl," he groaned, little moans escaping his throat. "You are so fucking good." He loved the way she responded to him, surrendering all control; it fueled him further to push her over the edge. Pulling out abruptly, his cockhead glossed with her juices slid smoothly down her wet entrance before sliding back again. Her wetness coated him generously, inviting him deeper than before. "Please professor…" she pleaded, her voice trembling with desire, need, and perhaps even a hint of vulnerability. "I—" Her moan turned into a high-pitched squeal when he forcefully plunged fully inside her once more.

The sound resonated in his ears, hitting him like a thunderbolt. "No more Professor Sallow," he growled, claiming rightful ownership over her. "It's just Sebastian," he rasped out between heavy breaths. He pounded into her harder than ever, his member almost at its bursting point as he claimed his place within her cunt. The words seeped into her skin as his thrusts turned violent and unhinged. She was so close to climaxing, his sweaty scent and texture of his brown curls on her neck combining intensely with every wild hump. As her orgasm surged closer, Sebastian became her only concern, her saviour amidst this passionate storm. His name, unpolished and raw, came out in a hoarse moan. She could feel him losing control inside her, the pulse of his cock racing against her own heart.

With "Sebastian" replacing "professor," a higher plane of intimacy unfolded. For them both, it wasn't just about climax or release. It was about connection and loving freely without boundaries or judgement. Their eyes locked while their longing healed under moans and passionate whimpers of pleasure. "Sebastian!" She repeated, her voice ragged yet brassy. Every single syllable stirred him completely to his core, almost making him come on the spot. Each gasping breath seemed charged with meaning. Tomorrow they'd have to separate, return to their professor and student roles. But tonight? Tonight they were just him and her, unbridled and bound together.

In sync with her calls of his name, he seized her lips brutally. His kiss was desperate and fierce under mounting passion, echoing his craving for her cunt. "Take me," he panted against her lips, dousing her face with his own desperate sweat.

"Yes…" The single syllable hung between them like a gasping prayer. Her arms wrapped tightly around his neck, every muscle screaming at him to reach their shared climax soon.

Locked heart-to-heart and soul-to-soul, he banged into her senselessly under heated breaths. "I'm coming soon," he promised, fangs gently nipping at his bottom lip to punctuate the claim. Unable to hold back, all boundaries shattered under their urgency. He pounded even harder now, accelerating through her liquid core until there was nothing left untouched. Fire burned within his veins as she cried out "Seba-se-basti-an!" over and over. In that moment of pure surrender, forgotten boundaries felt like chains falling away. Love was free, love was his bunny burrowed beneath him. "Darling," he whispered raspingly against her lips, biting down gently where he could. "I'm close, don't make me stop," he instructed with an urgency under forgiveness; her surrendering essence would carry him through. In perfect unison, their bodies moved– hers throbbing around him, his spearing her wildly. Her cunt milked him rhythmically, fully aware of his impending release. From somewhere deep within, the memory of Halloween cloaked reality, intertwining with their present shared sinful act. She was fearless under him, a bunny blooming under her wolf's intimate embrace.

As his peak heightened, Sebastian's lips pressed into her neck. "Fucking perfect," came out hoarsely from him. His cock convulsed each time he thrust deeply, feeling rapture underpinned with passion heating his skin. "You feel so good," she gasped under searing pleasure. Her nails dug into his back harder, urging him towards completion. He revelled in her touch, her sweet walls gripping his erection— a throbbing cock quivering on the brink. "Love coming inside you," he confessed. There was no looking back now, they had arrived at the end of their forbidden adventure. "Claiming you where I belong." Every word had a hint of promises being fulfilled, consequences ignored, and exhilaration shrouding them in gold. Gripping her tighter with raw power that stirred the bedsheets, he drove into her with unmatched velocity and stamina until finding firm purchase within her depths.

Just as expected, Sebastian reacted to each of her passionate begs with a primal moan of pure bliss. His hips bucked violently, thrusting faster than thunderous drums reverberating through her core. A massive wave crashed over them both, transforming every fibre of their beings into a sprawled mess. Pulses raced throughout his member, heightening her own orgasm. His cock erupted, distributing thick, hot seed inside her womb, milking out everything he had reserved for her. In a daze, he fell on top of her, panting raggedly. Taking this momentary break, she wrapped her arms around his neck tightly, savouring the feeling of their combined sweat and climax. He shifted his weight, moving slightly to rest his head on her chest, their rhythmic panting synchronising while he kept his cum wedged inside. "Prof— Sebastian," she panted between ragged breaths, her voice still husky with lust. The drums of their pounding hearts beat heavily in sync, pulsing within her ears.

Gently, Sebastian raised enough to look into her blurry, contented eyes. "Thank Merlin for Nurse Blainey," he chuckled softly against her breastbone. His ragged panting slowed but did not fully cease. Her response came in a breathy laugh, pure exhaustion mingling with bliss. "I'm glad she taught me contraceptive potions," she whispered back after a moment. With deep brown eyes holding on to her gaze, Sebastian kissed her softly. A shaky hand balanced his weight as he repeatedly kissed her temple, forehead, and finally her closed eyelids.

With a huff, he slowly withdrew from her cunt. As he slid out, her fluid along with his arousal seeped into the sheets beneath them. Staring at that mess between her thighs, he felt an odd sense of pride— the mark of his lovemaking, his passion for her seeping into every crevice; it was raw, tangible proof of a love beyond societal boundaries. "So pretty," he breathed out and let out a small chuckle before lifting his gaze back to her face painted with both contentment and embarrassment. "What did I tell you?" he asked teasingly, giving her a smile showing promise and warmth all around its edges.

Her pink lips parted, an embarrassed flush spread across her neck as she realised what he meant by 'so pretty.' But before she could comment further, his husky voice continued its flow. "You're so tight, so hot…so wet, even after I've been inside you." He trailed his thumb through their shared mess between her folds, her wetness glistening under candlelight. His words were soft yet a mischievous grin appeared between slow blinks. "I'd do it all again right now if I could," he sighed passionately, tracing loose circles on her flesh.

Unexpectedly, she shyly brought up his hand to her face, rubbing their shared mess between her lips thoughtfully before delicately tasting it on her tongue. The boldness was sudden and powerful, astonishing even him entirely. She blinked when he watched her do this, uncertainty replacing her boldness momentarily. Watching her confidence bubble up again before him took his breath away. Panting heavily from lust but still alert, Sebastian's eyes widened upon seeing her daring actions. Her tongue touched his calloused finger and he couldn't help but be mesmerised at seeing her savour him so shamelessly. "Gods help me," he whispered beneath exhales of satisfaction. The sight burned into his memory with a slow nod of admiration blossoming into his features. “You're worth the heartbreak.”

Seeing her boldness emboldened him even further. Taking advantage of her vulnerability from their passionate encounter, he leaned forward with determination. His large fingers held her chin gently while he planted small, wet kisses along her jawline and her neck, savouring every curve while he still could. Leaning closer, his heart pounded deafeningly against her soft skin. It was a bold action, but his tone wasn't shocking or forceful. Instead, it was punctuated with tender protectiveness. As she sucked on his finger, he whispered. "Tell me, love, how does that taste?" His voice was loving and nurturing as he admired his beauty squirming like a well-fed cat in his bed.

Her lips broke free from his thumb long enough to give a soft, seductive moan before she repositioned her tongue expertly around the digit again. She closed her eyes, enjoying the sensation of his finger inside her mouth. "Hmmm… Salty followed by a hint of sweetness. Like the ocean or rain." Her response surprised him. She sounded so… knowledgeable and mature. Hand still holding her chin lightly, he removed his finger. Sebastian groaned lowly, attracting her attention to shift back to him. "My turn now," he murmured against her, skimming his lips along hers. Holding her gently, he pulled her closer and locked lips with her passionately. As desired warmth flourished within this intimate encounter, Sebastian skillfully switched positions with her, reminding her of his physical strength. She laid down on him now, still leaking from their lovemaking, oozing love on his thigh.

"You're incredible," he panted against her forehead. His hands moved along delicate curves of her body until resting on her sides while he held onto her intently. As much as he wished not to let go, they had already been here for some time since leaving the Halloween festivities. "When do you have classes tomorrow?" He asked softly, showing the disappointment lurking around his words. The world outside and their schedules weren't so forgiving even after all that had happened tonight.

A sigh escaped her lips but it didn't lessen her smile for him. "Late tomorrow morning," she admitted reluctantly after taking in what he asked. Spooning against her lover, she delicately traced his collarbone while her eyes spoke volumes. She desperately didn't want to leave but time and reality came calling. He sensed the unspoken motive behind her words. "I… can't stay here tonight. I told my friends I was ill and staying in my dorm," she added softly.

Sebastian exhaled deeply, confirming her confession silently. Gently trailing his fingers down the curve of her backside and back up again, he let out a sigh of content mingled with disappointment. She was radiating warmth in more ways than one— for example, the fact that she lied to others so she could give him company. "Understandable," he said gently, yet felt a sting in his heart. He watched her eyes glimmer with suppressed emotion but her love shone through nonetheless. "Just… Please promise me one thing." She tilted her head slightly, giving him a curious expression, meeting his honeyed gaze unwaveringly.

"You're mine now," he whispered hoarsely, his usually stoic exterior briefly dissolving into raw vulnerability. "If there's anything troubling you, you tell me first, all right? You belong to me and I'm yours." His words carried new depth, practically radiating the weight behind them. In response, she leaned in closer, their faces barely an inch apart, their breaths mingling. Looking deep into his eyes, filled with sincerity and love, she nodded. "I promise, Sebastian.”

Sebastian slowly nodded against her smooth skin while still absorbing those final words from the memorable night. Swallowing hard, no mention of yearning or goodbyes passed between them. Decisively planting another soft kiss on her lips, he pledged again without any reservation. "I'll make sure to check on you during breakfast tomorrow." His gaze softened into a hidden promise, one she completely understood despite its subtlety. "We'll find ways… of reconnecting throughout every day," he whispered tenderly against her forehead. It was their private pact— love through duty and secrecy.

They rose from the bed, Sebastian helping her stand by holding her hand. He felt remarkably empty yet full at the same time, as if only half of him will stay in his quarters tonight. "I need you in that costume again," he chuckled gently but with intention. Always, after intimate passion, his professional side arose quickly, reminding him of the need for secrecy. He began assisting her dress up back into it, tugging it in place carefully, standing right behind her at every step. "Just a little more," he reached up cautiously with a crooked smile onto her face. "Can't forget your bunny ears." Her eyes admired him, a mix between gratitude and love visible while he placed her diadem on her head. Watching these final touches, she smiled at him. Their lovemaking was far from his teachings, but still just as caring and nurturing. Draping a delicate, protective arm around her shoulder, Sebastian guided her to his door. He softly opened it to reveal the safe corridor ahead of them. He gazed into her eyes down to her small smile before whispering. "Until tomorrow, sleep well." The twinkle in his eyes signalled their love still hadn't ended. Softly nudging her out first, he gave her permission to leave. “Don't forget your textbook.” With every beat that echoed through Hogwarts’ corridors beneath the crisp autumn's moon, their love grew stronger even if one had to leave behind.

With a tender hug goodbye, she stepped out, leaving behind the safety of his arms. As she disappeared down the corridor in her bunny costume, their hearts felt heavy yet content, basking in the confessions that were spilled in his sheets. The door softly shut behind him, leaving a deep silence. Sebastian let out a deep breath and leaned against the door frame. Her intoxicating scent lingered around and despite him knowing it was fleeting, he held onto it tightly, waiting for the last remnants to fade away. Gathering his composure under heavy darkness, he started getting ready to sleep alone.

In the student dormitories, her door closed firmly behind her innocently bobbing tail. Quiet footsteps echoed softly along the polished wooden floors until her bed welcomed her with a small sigh of relief. Stripping off her costume quickly, she crawled under the covers with heavy eyelids. With the scent of their shared intimacy still fresh and the warmth of Sebastian's cum nested inside her, all she could do was think about their stolen moment together.

On the other hand, Sebastian's night was lonesome but full of love and pride. The imprint of her body on his mattress brought clarity and peace, reminding him of the love that bloomed amongst the heavy panting and squelching of her body. He slept soundly, but not before whispering under his breath, "I'll find a way, my love.”

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if-lost-please-return-to-maliksi · 5 months

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ROUGH AROUND THE EDGES - PT.2 (FLUFF VER)

Disclaimer: I do not own Maliksi, or Makisig (the Tamawo bros). Full Credit goes to HC - @ask-emilz-de-philz. Please check out their blog for amazing art and the wonderful world of Planet Puto.. All involved characters are adults. This might or might not be a self insert, please don't come for me.

A/N: I've decided to give in and give Maliksi and u guys some comfort hehe~ So my Rough around the Edges series will have 2 versions. The angst version (the earlier versions), and fluff version. Go ahead and pick your poison guys.

Part 1 here. Updated MASTERLIST.

((headcanon ko na Maliksi's voice sounds like Tsukishima Kei's from Haikyuu. salty and sarcastic kings))

You lay restless on your bed, staring at the ceiling with your mind wandering off elsewhere. In a few hours, that door will swing open and Makisig will come in to help you go back to the human world.

Makisig already explained the necessary steps and how the process will be safe and painless, and that you won't have a single memory or recollection of being in the Lost City and of them- both him, and his younger brother....Maliksi.

You have secretly hoped to atleast properly say goodbye to Maliksi, yet he's still locked up in his room for the past two hours, sulking like a toddler denied of a trip to the ice cream shop.

That is why you almost fell down your bed in surprise when the door violently swung open, revealing Maliksi whose face is all scrunched up in annoyance, brows furrowed, his expression clearly a frown.

You softly chuckled before sitting up at the edge of your bed. "Came to say goodbye? You know I can list down the kutsinta recipe so you can make it even when I'm gone."

"Shut up! It's not like it's the best kutsinta ever!"

It definitely is.

"C'mon! I saw you stuffing your face with 3 kutsintas at the same time the other day." You burst out giggling at the memory of Maliksi, devouring kutsinta, not knowing you and his kuya Makisig can see him with his round cheeks, eating like a man who's served a hot meal after being starved for days.

"Psh. That's not true!" Maliksi denied it while rolling his eyes.

There was dead silence between the two of you for a few minutes before he speaks.

"Would you mind if I'll be the one to send you off instead of Kuya?" He softly said, his voice not any louder than whisper yet his tone sounded genuine- caring, even.

You smiled before you shook your head. "I wouldn't mind."

Maliksi slowly walked towards you before sitting beside you on the edge of the bed. You can feel your cheeks slowly heating up from how close you are sitting with him.

For the duration of your stay at the Lost City, there are only very few instances that Maliksi allowed himself to be this close with anyone. Infact, the only thing you can remember is that time when you got lost while taking a stroll around Biringan.

"C'mon, stop crying. I found you."

His words still rang through your mind. The way he tried holding in his chuckles as he helped wipe away your tears with the sleeves of his shirt.

Those words.

Those damned words.

Those were your last straw before you were able to get it through your thick skull that you were indeed falling in love for him. You smiled bitterly knowing that you'll be forgetting about all of it soon.

You'll forget about his golden eyes that he probably rolls way too many time each day whenever he hears something stupid, yet it's the same eyes that lights up whenever he sees his beloved kuya,

You'll forget about that voice of his that usually spouts sarcastic clapbacks which gets him into fights most of the time with the other binibinis.

And that cute mole on his cheek. Hell, you badly wanted to touch it yet you knew it will be one weird request before going back to the human world so you bit your tongue in an attempt to not mention it.

"So, Kuya already told you the process, right-"

"He told me that it's simple and that it won't hurt and I wouldn't...remember a thing." You replied as you tilted your head in confusion. "Wait...Isn't it just you waving a finger and poof! I'm magically back at the human world?"

Maliksi raised his brow before looking at you in disbelief. "Y/N. I'm a tamawo, not a wizard."

"Oh. How do you guys do it then?"

"I have to kiss you. On the lips. For atleast 15 seconds."

Kiss? Did you just heard him right? A kiss on the lips?! For 15 freakin' seconds.

"You're not joking right?"

"Do I look like I'm joking?" He grumbled in his usual mocking tone.

Maliksi sighed before slowly inching his face closer into yours while looking into your eyes. "You can still change your mind and just stay."

Stay?

Stay and live your life swallowing your growing feelings for him because you knew it was something he is just not made for. You can feel that same numbing ache in your chest, knowing your feelings will be better off erased and forgotten.

Isn't that just sad?

"I can't, Maliksi."

Maliksi took a few seconds examining your face as he nods. His expression and gaze softens while his hands gently reached out to brush your hair away and tuck some loose strands behind your ear.

"Then I guess this is it, huh?"

"This is it." You swallowed the lump on your throat as you smiled. "It was lovely meeting you, Maliksi."

"Likewise, Y/n. Now- please close your eyes for me, pretty."

You sighed at his words. Damn. He is cruel. He's really torturing you at this point, suddenly sounding all sweet and gentle at this moment when you're about to leave. He even sounded like his Kuya when he's being a proper tamawo and giving attention to the binibinis.

You gave him a small smile for one last time before closing your eyes.

Maliksi cupped your cheek before leaning in to kiss you slowly and tenderly.

One

Two

Three

It was perfect.

You can feel your heart wanting to burst out of your chest as you can't help but move your lips against his, slowly enjoying the bittersweet moment.

Eleven

Twelve

Thirteen

Maliksi slowly pulled away, pressing his forehead into yours.

"That...was not fifteen seconds." You slowly whispered, your voice a little hoarse, and your breathing a little too ragged for your liking.

"Oh, is it not? My apologies. Suddenly I'm bad at counting." Maliksi said innocently, yet you can clearly hear the soft chuckle he's trying to hold before he leans in to kiss you again.

Your eyes widen and it took you a few seconds to finally kiss him back once again. The kiss started slow before building up to a more needy pace.

This was definitely unexpected but you are not one to complain, not thinking much about it since you already kept the thought that you'll be forgetting about this at the back of your mind. What's the harm in enjoying these final moments with Maliksi, right?

Maliksi smirked as he pulled away before the kiss lasts for fifteen seconds.

"Maliksi!" You grumbled underneath your breath.

"What? That's not 15 seconds? Dang. Maybe I should study my numbers once again."

Before you knew it, his lips were crashing into yours once more, his free hand gently pulling you closer to deepen the kiss.

"Y/n, please stay?"

((I SAY WE DESURV FLUFFFFFF))

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Zuri's Declassified University Survival Guide

This is a post about survival tips in university (undergraduate), especially if you're an international student living alone in a different country in this circumstance. I will be adding onto this later on if there's something I want to add, so keep an eye out for update reblogs of this I guess.

General Tips:

it's okay to make mistakes. you are here to learn and grow. no one is perfect, especially in the first and second year of their studies. those are mandatory experimental years. you're not expected to get magically mature and perfect when you get to university (or college for you americans). be kind to yourself and analyse your mistakes instead of beating yourself over them.

don't bother too much about your wardrobe. just wear whatever's comfortable. you might think people care but no one does. more than half of the people at campus will be in sweats or pyjamas and if someone IS dressed up, they're probably arts kids or business majors and they're the ones with the least workload (yes i am dissing you guys I've seen your workloads stop lying).

put yourself in uncomfortable social situations. yes i said that. the only reason i somewhat learnt to make small talk and learnt to talk to strangers is because I go to every single social event that I can. it's not necessary to make friends in all of them. just talk to people, exchange contacts, laugh while the event lasts even if you never see them again. this is how you survive in the lonely dorm life. and if you make an actual good friend? amazing! it paid off. even if it didn't you'll probably network and build rapport and have acquaintances from different majors.

if you're an ethnic minority, don't be afraid. I cannot stress this enough. don't be afraid to be there and take up space. you are there because you deserve to be and qualified. sure, it sucks at times because a good amount of people won't interact with you because you're 'different' but the international students will and trust me they're the coolest bunch to be friends with (I have 0 such friends so far). most times you will have to take the initiative to talk and sometimes they won't respond or worse flat out ignore you but don't let that get you down. just don't interact with them again. the world is big. not everyone will like you and accept you. find the ones that will.

eggs and milk are your best friend. a glass of milk everyday and 2 eggs. make that a staple. eggs are also very versatile for recipes. more on that in the recipes section. also yoghurt. a smol cup of yoghurt everyday too and nuts whenever you can buy them.

always have a few pack of instant noodles at home. sometimes you have deadlines or you forgot to cook or need a quick dinner because there's so much to do and you didn't get groceries. always keep them in stock. they're a quick fix for food. I'm not promoting them for frequent dinner but it's better than starving. just eat the noodles man. there's already so much shit to keep track of just eat the damn noodles.

incorporate veggies into everything food. they're good for you. if you're like me and don't like veggies, experiment with different recipes and find the one you like best. one good way is fried rice or rice with mushrooms, veggies, and meat in the rice cooker (I don't own a rice cooker when I'm writing this). just eat your veggies and thank me later. if you don't wanna cut them up, get a pack of frozen veggies. it's better than nothing. baby steps.

meal plan. if I don't plan my entire week's food on sunday night, I do it the night before for the next day. eat out as less as you can. homemade is better even if you're a horrible cook. practice makes perfect and you'll be grateful for learning a few basic cooking skills along with your degree later on. cooking your own food also gives you the liberty to add more veggies or save money.

treat yourself to stuff sometimes. yes you deserve it even if you don't meet your goals. you're trying. be kind to yourself. get that boba.

study everything done the week by that week's weekend. do the day's content that same day and don't lag behind. utilise reading week and read. don't slack off please I'm begging you. I'll even get on my knees if I have to.

you're gonna miss home and it sucks. yes you will be having your fourth mental breakdown of the week on a wednesday night and you will be alone or hiding under the blanket as your roommate is asleep. you're gonna have to tough it out soldier. I see you and I feel you. it gets easier with time and when you're doing better, you'll feel relieved for toughing through. it's so lonely sometimes and it sucks but it's worth the pain. don't lose hope.

seniors are your friends. they will give you forbidden knowledge for free. from hidden places with good food or convenience things or just life advice exclusive to your institute, they have it all. they're also generally very friendly so don't be afraid to interact with them.

annoy the living hell out of your professor during office hours if need be and utilise the student help room for help. your tutors will be happy to help you so don't be shy to ask for help. they will appreciate you coming to them, trust me. as for your professor, they're lonely people. go to office hours if you need to, chat, ask them what you need. they'll appreciate your presence and happily help you.

the security guards and cleaning staff will be witnesses to your worst states (freshly out of bed or haven't showered in 2 days) but they don't care. they're just happy to be of service and have you around. be kind to them. greet them whenever you pass by.

sometimes coffee is bad.

if your classes start at noon or later, get an hour of exercise in the morning at around 8 or 9 am. the serotonin that will hit you will be unreal. trust me.

make local friends. they're cool people and friendly and very helpful and accommodating. I may be biased but it's true.

being a student helper, student tutor, or a research assistant looks good on your resume and helps you win more scholarships.

put headphones on when in public if you don't want to end up talking to someone you might bump into. it works.

your body also has rights. treat it with care. don't abuse it. nourish it. you should take care of your body like you would a loved one. feed it good things, clean it everyday, and so on. when you feel good by taking care of yourself, you still do better and feel more confident. wash your hair with a set schedule and use good products.

make your wardrobe easier. hang your usual shirts and maybe wear the one in front each day, the previous day's being hung in the back or in the laundry basket. it saves time.

there's no shame in not having stuff. I still don't own a proper laundry basket it all goes into an IKEA bag. you live in a dorm, not a house. sometimes not having every single kind of furniture or accessory isn't bad. don't compare your setup to others. if it's convenient, clean, and homey, it's good. you don't need those expensive lights or those expensive posters to make it seem cool. what you have and what you may collect among the way is enough.

notes on paper are better than laptop or ipad

take breaks. be kind to yourself. it is you for yourself. treat yourself with love.

manage your time by designating time blocks to a certain task. it might not always work but it will help create some discipline in the routine.

having a set everyday routine helps. you don't have to think what to do, thus saving you brain power.

use a semester planner for deadlines and important information. it's useful. I highly recommend. I also have a template if anyone wants.

write down your thoughts, what's bothering you, your feelings, everything on a piece of paper or journal at the end of the day. it'll help process your emotions and you won't have to let the thoughts and emotions fester inside you, slowly simmering and coming to a boil. remember, you are your best friend.

Recipes to help you stay afloat (they're all quick and easy dw):

right off the bat I want to say boiled jasmine rice with sunny side up eggs. you drizzle a pinch of salt onto the yolk, break it over the rice, mix it with the rice and eat it and it's just *chef's kiss*. definitely a comfort food and a very easy quick dinner.

a lot of these I found while scrolling through instagram and some are from when I was trying to lose weight. hope they're helpful!

oyakodon

one pot rice cooker rice with veggies

veggie and meat single serve in one pot

chicken wrap (primarily for weight loss I think)

chicken gyros (this guy makes amazing food)

minced meat weight loss meal prep

chickpeas (chana masala. this shit is bussin i swear)

something tomato + onion + egg

one pot veggie rice (recommended)

chicken shawarma (not dorm friendly cooking but looks delicious)

egg sandwich in one pan

potato marraka (THIS IS SO GOOD)

one pot rice cooker with meat and veggies

daal

chicken and rice

pizza style chicken wrap

five different chicken marinades for meal prep

one pot biryani

takeout style egg fried rice

rice cooker carbonara

one pot yoghurt curry chicken rice

weight loss chicken shawarma

healthier mac and cheese

chicken fajita

chicken tikka masala crunch tacos

one pan braised eggs

air fryer garlic bread pizza

another veggie and rice in rice cooker

fried rice recipe

hainanese inspired chicken rice in rice cooker

tomato orzo(?)

creamy tomato pasta

tomato and egg rice

mushroom sauce (can be eaten with rice)

creamy tomato tortellini

grilled cheese sandwich

#yes im referring to ned's declassified school survival guide #damn i miss that show #this is more for myself than anyone else #i got to compile all the recipes with this as an excuse nice #anyway hope this helped #i know I'm a yandere writing blog but i can also be helpful sometimes #zuri's declassified university survival guide #took me 2 hours but meh #college tips #university tips

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charliedawn · 5 months

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wow, I re-read your works on Hannibal family and again I am delighted. it's perfection!! i am getting on my knees and begging for more. Maybe how the Hannibal family flirts or seduces the reader.

Here you go, dear. Hope you’ll like it. 😌

Morgan Hannibal Lecter :

Morgan doesn’t flirt. He is practical and wants to have control all the time. This is why he couldn’t possibly comprehend how anyone could possibly not see love as anything else than another pleasurable exchange between two individuals. He had changed the clauses of the relationship contract for you. So much that you were almost free. Was owning your attention really that bad for you ? Or did you simply not find him attractive ?

Morgan rarely bonds with his coworkers. But, you ? It was an instant connection. He immediately sought your undivided attention. And he even dreamt of you. He had asked you multiple times to be his partner, but you had refused each time. He didn’t understand.

So he had settled for the second best thing…watching over you and making sure you have no other choice than him.

"…Fly high, my little fairy." He blew hot air on your shoulders and chuckled darkly before wrapping his fingers around your throat from behind as you slept—blissfully unaware. "Just remember that I can as easily cut them…"

Peter Hannibal Lecter :

Peter is an attention-seeker and a touch-starved boy with very little impulse control. He’d hug you and kiss you and make you hold hands all the time. And the very moment he is not being cuddled with or kissed ? He’d whine and beg.

Peter : "Pleeeaaaassse ! Y/N ! You can’t do this to me !"

You : "…I AM GOING TO TAKE A SHOWER, PETER !"

Peter *bangs on the door* : "PLEASE !"

His love can be overwhelming and he’ll flirt by…being very attentive to your every need and become a true golden retriever. He’d bring you everything you want, be anyone you want and kill whoever you want.

He’d also be the type of boy to fall in love at first sight. Just saying. He wouldn’t hesitate to tell you I Love You the first time you meet. So, be prepared.

Kevin Hannibal Lecter :

Kevin *kisses your temple and hugs you from behind* : "Hey there, ~cutie pie."

Kevin likes to own things. He likes to be very close to his things at all times and as he possesses his art, he likes to be very close to you and remind the world that you’re his.

He doesn’t give a toss that you are talking to your friends or not. When he calls you ? You better answer and be there before he decides to show up and remind you that he isn’t someone to mess around with.

Kevin can be very tender and loving…but what he doesn’t like anyone to know is that he is also very self-conscious. And if he thinks you are going to leave him or go for another man…? There’s no telling what he’ll do to make you stay.

Kevin *chuckles and grips your hip tightly* "Let’s go home, sugar. You and I are gonna have a loooong discussion about always answering your damn phone when I’m the one calling you."

Hannibal Sr. Lecter :

Hannibal Sr. : "How about you and I get some dinner and then, we can eat near the little pond we both love so much ?"

Hannibal Sr Lecter would invite you to dinner and trick you into having you alone before interrogating you about your personal life and what makes you happy. He’d then make sure to show you his most charming side and seduce you.

He’d also bring you gifts of all kinds from his travels and slowly make you get used to him. And depend on him. Until you cannot get him out of your brain, heart or life. He’d become essential to you and make you crave his love before falling in love with you.

Because even love can be controlled, and he refuses to let love control him.

Hannibal Sr *after he fell in love with you* : "My little lamb…You and I are never gonna end. Not even as Death takes you, I am going to keep you alive. Forever."

Hannibal Jr. Lecter :

"Are you alright, my darling ?"

Hannibal Jr. will firstly try to flirt with you with his gestures. A gentle kiss on the cheek here, a brushing of hands there and maybe a little kiss on the forehead to make you feel his 'caring' nature. He would make you see that he is the best you can afford. And make it his duty to sell himself.

Hannibal Jr. Lecter can cook, read and listen. He can be the perfect gentleman in every circumstance and make you feel like you are the only one in the world. He would listen to you and be your comforting shoulder when you need it. He will flirt by being the best man you can find and knowing he’s the best of the best…will finally allow himself to flirt with you with his his words.

"…My darling. I am deeply infatuated by you. May you grace me with the endless enjoyment of your company ?" *extends his hand forward and tilts his head expectantly* "Please ?"

#fandoms #imagine #fanfic #morgan hannibal x reader #kevin hannibal x reader #peter hannibal x reader #hannibal sr.#hannibal jr #hannibal x reader #the hannibal family

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fictionallover12 · 7 months

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Making you fall again 2

TW:nsfw

(art not mine)

"I'll go ready the car,sanzu come with me"mochi grab sanzus collar dragging him to the parking lot of the mall to ready the car and follow you.

While the other members of bonten was still running after you.

Cars was stopping and honking at you in the street as you run into the busy streets.

"y/n come back" "y/n stop" y/n!!!!!" Was all you could hear while running away.

You look back to see the if they were still following her "shit,shit shit,where are they" y/n stop for a moment to look around there was no one around and all you could was trees.

You walk backwards looking around till you bomp against something or someone's chest then a pair of arms wrap around her.

"y/n calm down,don't fight"kakucho was having a hard time holding you as you keep on kicking and slapping him in every part of his body you could possibly could.

He accidentally let you go when you kick him in the nuts,you were about to run when ran grab him throwing you over shoulder.

"PUT ME DOWN"you started hitting tans back but he still didn't budge not one bit.

"put me down!!!"you yelled again but to the other members who was following behind ran but just look at you with a somewhat angry expression.

you just rolled your eyes at them knowing you can't escape.for now.

Sanzu open the back door of the car as ran put you inside.

Mikey sat next to you wrapping his arms around you burring his face deep into the your nape inhaling your scent "I missed you" Mikey kiss your neck before kissing your cheek and going back to inhaling your scent.

You rolled eyes at Mikey,you moved away from him unwrapping his arms before moving one seat away him leaving the middle seat empty before buckling your self and looking out of the window.

*at the bonten mansion*

You stormed inside living the others behind while you walk inside like you own the place.

"y/n~,come on were sorry we didn't mean to we were drunk" sanzu snake his arms around your waist.

Rindou got infront of you and knelt down on both knees "my angel,please" rindou grab leg and started kissing to your foot and thigh while you glared at him but all he gave was a smirk.

Someone gently grab your chin making you face the person.koko.

"baby,forgive us what we have done baby,you know your the only one who has our heart in the palm of your hands" Koko started kissing your jawline.

Takeomi and mochi started kissing your neck sucking on the sensitive making you let out a small whimper and moans.

And ran didn't back down on the touching season he started fiddling with your breast tagging on your nipples that quickly turn hard as it hit the cold air of the room.

"I'm sorry please forgive me,my princess"kakucho joins in on the kissing pulled you away from kokos and started kissing you sucking on your lips and his tounge making its way into your mouth to dance with your own tounge.

Mikey.

Mikey was just looking at the show infront of him as he sat on the single chair he adjust his pants a little as his boner made his pants tighter.

As you pulled away from kakucho a string of saliva connected you both but quickly broke as kakucho started kissing your jaw as well you made eye contact with Mikey.

Your breath was heavy probably from all the touching and kissing but your eye contact with Mikey broke away when takeomi pulled you near his face and kiss you.

You can taste the nicotine on his tounge as you guys make out.

Then you felt someone remove your panties sliding it down to your ankles and rolling up your skirt making the called air hit your clit.

"you don't mind right angel,if I get a little taste" rindou lick a strip on your cunt making you let out a small moan between takeomis lips.

Takeomi pulled away from you "Dang baby your sounds are music to ears".

The other moved away letting rindou have his moment with you.

You grip the purpelnettes hair as he continues to eat you out.

"fuck sweetheart you taste so good"rindou was eating you out like a starve man and you his last meal devouring you till the last drop.

Your moans and whimpers were making all the guys pants tighten.

As rindou was eating you out you felt a not start to tighten in your abdomen "ri-rindou!!!" You scream his name as the not snap making you orgasm in rindous mouth.

He continued to lick your juice up as you panted on the living room couch.

Rindou got up to his full height his lips was Glissening against the light of the room,he bend down planting a small kiss on your forehead.

You felt your eyelids getting heavy "oh honey don't sleep yet you still have 7 men to pleasure" ran tunted at you laying you on his lap.

Rans boner was poking your but letting you let out a groan "take it out sweetheart" you kneel down on the ground as you start to unzip rans pants taking out his hard cock making your mouth water as you stroke it making ran groan.

You couldn't hold yourself anymore as you put it inside your mouth gagging on his cock as ran grip your hair guiding you up and down on his cock.

Tears trickle down your cheeks as ran force you to fit him inside your mouth which you couldn't since he was to big.

"fu-fuck" ran snap his hips inside your mouth spilling his seed inside your mouth down your throat.

You pulled away from his cock string if salivas attaching acting as a string of attachment to your mouth and his Dick.

You suddenly were lifted up by someone pulling you away from ran who was catching his breath.

You saw a nude masculine body figure with pink hair.sanzu.

"hey there pumpkin,ready?"sanzu started unbottuning your blouse as he kiss your neck and shoulders.

You felt his Dick get harder as you rub your pussy against it making some of your wetness wet his Dick.

Sanzu remove your bra letting the cold air of the room hit your nipples making them hard instently "fuck pumpkin your making my Dick wet".

He grab you by your hip lifting you up a little aligning his Dick before letting you sink down on it.you covered your mouth trying to muffle the moan you let out.

Sanzu remove your hand from your mouth "tch,tch don't try to muffle your beautiful sounds from us pumpkin" he started moving you up and down your breast bouncing in unison as your body as he continues.

"H-haru!~" you called out for him when he suddenly started rubbing and pinching your clit as you continue to bounce on his cock.

You felt another not start to tighten in your stomach as sanzu continue to bounce you on his cock.

Sanzu grip your chin making you look at him "you close pumpkin,I feel your pretty pussy tighten on my cock"he already let go of your hips letting you do the all movement but still continuing to rub your clit to finish you off faster and have a better orgasm.

You stop moving and hold on to sanzus thighs your eyes rolling to the back of your head letting out a loud moan.slumping down on sanzus chest after getting down from your high,breath still heavy while droplets of sweat acts like glue against each other body.

He started fucking into you slowly his balls tighten after a few thrust then letting his seed spill inside your pussy.

"love you pumpkin"sanzu kiss your cheek taking out his cock from your pussy his cum dripping out and landing on the sofa.

Mochi lifted you up putting you on his lap as takeomi got infront of you.you felt their hard cock pressing against you.

Mochi turn his head towards the silver haired man "Koko can you pass me the lube in my office bag,right there" he pointed to the chair were the bag was placed on,as Koko got up grabbing the lube you already knew where this was going.

After getting handed the strawberry lube lubricating his Dick before pulling you close and placing the tip in your puckered hole before slowly sliding in,you let out a whimper from how big mochis cock is.

"calm down sugar,relax" he rub the side of your body in a comforting way as takeomis cock slowly penetrated you.

After being fully inside the two waited for you to get use to it before moving,of course they didn't want to hurt there prescious heart.

As soon as you nod your head both of them start moving in a fast pace like there competing with each other who's the fastest.

"ha-hard ple-please,harder" you whimper out as you hold on to takeomi shoulder while the other hand is on mochis masculine stomach they were going so fast that the couch started moving a little by there fast motion.

"omi,mochi I'm clo-close" they went faster and harder as they heard you say that.

Takeomi went close to your ear "come with us darling" after a few more thrust you came along with them there cum spurting inside you.

You hand your head in exhausted as you,mochi and takeomi try to catch your breath.

"y/n" a deep voice called out for you making you look at where the voice came from.

You look at kakucho mochi and takeomi also look at there higher up knowing he also wanted a turn with you,they both move away but not before placing a kiss on your lips.

Kakucho got on top of you laying you down on your back on the couch hooking your legs over his shoulder slowing entering you.

You felt your walls expanding as he continues to penetrate you deeply the position giving him more access so he went deep, turning you head and letting out a low moan as you felt him almost hit your cervix from how long his cock is.

He look at you for permission to move which you quickly nodded and he started moving inside you in a slow pace.

When he came with kakucho and sex he was the most gentle from all of them Mikey was second (sometimes).

Kakucho let out a groan as he felt your tight walls as he fasten his pace holding you by your ankle as you let out lowd sounds.

You felt someone nudge your lips you open your eyes and saw a pink mushroom tip,you look up and saw Koko he bend down kissing you before knocking his cock on your lips so you would open them which you did.

Koko was balls deep inside your mouth making you gag as he move in and out of your mouth.

You moan against his cock as you felt kakucho hit a sweet spot inside you,both male groan one from your tightness and the other from the vibration you made on his cock.

Your moans weren't helping Koko to stay longer, he snap his hips balls hitting your chin his cum drip a little from the corner of your mouth as he pulled out panting he took out his phone.

"open your mouth for me darling" you obey his order and open your mouth letting him see your mouth sticky with his cum cupturing a picture of you "good girl" he kissed your forehead.

Kakucho sucked your neck living a hickey as he keeps on thrusting.

He then felt you tighten as you cry out I'm pleasure "kaku~"

"ssh I know" he kissed you you out your hand behind his head deepening the kiss as the not in your stomach snap making you let out a moan against the kiss.

Not soon after kakucho reaches his climax and he fell on you exhausted as you groan feeling the heavy weight on top of you.

"Kakucho" a cold chilling voice suddenly called out.

"bring her to me" Mikey said...or more like ordered.

Kakucho got up picking you up bridal style walking over to Mikey carrying you in his arms before putting you on Mikey's lap and kissing your lips sitting down next to sanzu.

Mikey started rubbing your back "honey~"Mikey whispered in your ear feeling a chill run down your spine.

"ye-ah Mikey"you said in a nervous voice,you look at him his black orbs staring derictly at you "get on the coffee table,leg spread".

You got up from Mikey's lap your legs felt like their about to give up when you stood up but you force yourself to sit on the table spreading your legs open.

Your pussy was on display for everyone to see your cheeks reddening from embarassed mint.

Mikey walk out of the living room leaving you with the 7 seven men.

"would you look at that,your pussy pump with cum"rindou took out his phone taking a picture of you with your legs open with cum still dripping a little with cum.

"send that to me" ran whispered to his brother as they see Mikey have already come back with toys.

He stand behind you,he put the batteries inside the vibrator turning it on using the remote.

Mikey kissed your jawline and your cheek as his hand snake to your stomach to your thighs and stopping to cup your cunt before putting the vibrator inside your pussy and turning it on to the max.

Your eyes rolled to the back of your head as you felt the vibration inside you "mikey~~~"you moan his name.

He grab your chin and capturing your lips with his kissing you as his hand toyed with your nipples.

Mikey pulled away grabbing the nipple clamps from the side clamping both of your nipples making you whine and whimper.

"feels good?" He ask which you nodded "mmhhh" Mikey started unzipping his pants pulling out his cock out before guiding your head towards his cock.

You moan around his Dick bobbing your head as he threw his head back grunting.

Mikey reach out for your pussy rubbing you clit then putting 3 digits inside you along with the vibrator and the continuous rubbing on your clit,your not start to tighten once more again you orgasm getting closer and closer.

Mikey suddenly grip your hair pushing your head your nose hitting his cubic hair his cum spilling down your mouth "open" he command which you obey he spat inside your mouth.

His thrusting of fingers went faster making you throw your head moaning "mikey~~~~".

The not snap you cum on Mikey's fingers, he took them putting them inside his mouth licking up all the juice on his fingers.

Mikey turn off the vibrator and and taking it out he also remove the nipple clamps as you laid down on the coffee table legs still spread open for the seven men in the room to look and admire at.

"put her in her room"Mikey ordered.

Kakucho got up from where he was sitting picking you up who was starting to fall asleep.

#bonten x reader #bonten #kokonoi hajime x reader #kakucho x reader #haitani brother x reader #takeomi akashi x reader #mochizuki kanji x reader #sanzu haruchiyo x reader #mikey sano x reader

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snowshinobi · 2 months

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arguing is kinda like hanging out but the vibes are worse. it's not the opposite of a chill, fun time. it's a chill, fun time through a warped mirror. you are being together with this person. both of you are participating in the hangout/showdown.

Kaveh must say some horrible things when he's near-blackout drunk. things like "I'm ALONE, Alhaitham, don't you get it? Pretend you valued other people's company. Their faith in you. Their warm smiles. Now imagine those things slipping through your fingers—and it's your fault! It's your own fault. I have nobody to blame but myself." and Alhaitham puts a silent hand on this sobbing man's shoulder bc he doesn't know where to start. Kaveh is surrounded by people who adore him. he makes people smile with his art. he has the biggest, bloodiest heart. he has Tighnari. Cyno. hell, he even has Alhaitham, somewhat. how can Kaveh possibly feel so isolated?

Alhaitham thinks about this in the back of his mind, while he's scanning the shelves for the tome he wants and scrawling meeting minutes and stamping REJECTED across the latest pile of poorly filled-out document requests. he recalls that Kaveh lost contact with his parents at a young age. that his career affords him flexibility and freedom, but there are no built-in milestones; he is forever chasing his own sliding goalpost. perhaps the feeling of solitude overwrites a person's reality, after enough time. Kaveh is a starving man in a lush oasis. he eats the fruit, but cannot taste it.

so, Alhaitham thinks, why not give him some new flavors. give him a shove in place of a hug. camaraderie he hasn't grown numb to. something he can feel.

i think Alhaitham argues for his own entertainment first and foremost — but I think he's also establishing a tie to Kaveh. "Do we look like friends?" no, you don't, and somehow that is what makes you friends. you want something to connect him to the earth. a path down from the lofty clouds, back to solid ground. you saw that he needed someone like this. you decided it could be you.

#Alhaitham #Kaveh #i do ship them but i like them as platonic friends only too. this post applies to both readings imo #Genshin Impact #Kaveh is more self-absorbed than ppl call him out on. and Alhaitham is more thoughtful than ppl give him credit for #i think many of the ways they support each other are unspoken. like this #hmmm need to do another post on what Kaveh unspokenly does for Alhai #snowswords

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teeth--king · 9 months

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Eats your Stardew Valley Elliott art

anyways! Ive seen barely anyone do this but what do you think Elliotts’ backstory is? Like what’s his relationship with his parents? You can draw and/or write it if you want :)

(i crave angsty backstory for Elliott…because I love him…)

Please, feast away! It brings me so much happiness that people are enjoying my Stardew Valley art so much! I usually make my own personal art, so dabbling in a little fan art and it going so well is very appreciated.(also all the nice comments and tags, those fuel me and make me go forward each day)

But for the main part of the ask, it takes so much for my little writer self to not just go hog wild and re-create characters who I get attached to. I have a love hate relationship with this, but it's very easy to do with Stardew characters because they are all so blank slate, those little buddies can be what ever you want because they are the perfect level of lovable yet bland. As for Elliott, yeah I'm a little more on the angsty side of backstory for him, partially from some dialogue and partially from some projecting, haha.

I am not the worlds best writer(despite the fact that it's technically what I do) so I apologize if any of this is a bit rough or odd sounding :P I also feel odd about writing and sharing backstories for already made characters as a creative myself, so this might also be a bit awkwardly worded on my end as well. So just a little heads up before my rambling thoughts below.

So I've always read him as no longer connected to his family due to his passions and actually following them. He's distanced himself from most people in his past, some intentionally and some outside of his control, to try and become who he actually wants to be. I feel like before he came to Stardew Valley he was working his ass off by not gracefully juggling both a job and trying to write at the same time, probably developed some bad habits during those times to cope. He tries to not show it and mask but being kind and welcoming(sometimes overly so if in a rough spot), he has too much ego to let others know he's not doing well chasing his dreams. After moving to Stardew Valley he's started to do a bit better but he's even more of a starving artist because he's just living off savings, most of which he used to buy the cabin. Man's got a male living space by slight necessity but plays it off as being a minimalist. Also no idea where I would place this otherwise, but he gives me the vibe that he has a more public facing persona where he's more flowery and puts on a slight voice, while in reality he's just a dude(still poetic tho, he can't stop that, theater kid vibes).

Ironically trying to not make him too much like my character Elliot. Both of these men are my current stress toys and I am throwing them around so much in my mind.

Ah! Thank you so much for this ask, it was a wonderful distraction for my night! I love answering stuff and getting to get my thoughts out of my head somehow. They are quite loud in there so I'm pleased to have them out and about now. This likely isn't everything but my brain works in such scattered and anxious ways that I am not sure. Thank you again!

#ask #stardew valley #stardew elliott #no clue if I should tag that but ah. guess so for at least my own blogs sorting

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loriahlikeswriting · 12 days

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Hi! I recently started writing fanfic again. With Hazbin Hotel finally getting a season I was really inspired to dabble into writing something pertaining to Angel Dust, and so I really got hooked on the idea of a human alternate universe taking place in modern times following not only Angel’s struggles but Alastor’s as well! It’s really just a character analysis and me trying to write different characters (one being kinda loony) but regardless I put a lot of effort into each chapter and would love to get feedback! ╰(*´︶`*)╯♡

I’ve also drawn some pictures of all the characters here and will post some art I have made pertaining to this fic.

I’ll attach a link to ao3 story after the summary and snippet of the first chapter <3 thank you so much for taking your time to read this post and I hope you enjoy!

Am I Making You Feel Sick?

TW: abuse and violence, disordered eating, death, abuse of a minor, SA

Summary:

Anthony Di'Angelo wasn't always like this, he had dreams like any other kid. Yet here he was at the ripe age of twenty, a crack whore with a shitty ass pimp and an even shittier means of living. As far as anyone was concerned this life would consume him and leave him to rot on the streets like many of those before him. His decline is ever apparent, especially to his next door neighbor who just happens to be a novelist from New Orleans who after many successes has begun to lose his spark. A wannabe lyricist who is damned to live life as a whore stuck in poverty and a twisted writer aren't quite a match made in Heaven but maybe the heavens weren't meant for them anyway.

Chapter 1 Snippet 🫶

Anthony’s life wasn’t really one worth living if he was being honest. He had a lousy apartment, lousy job, lousy friends, lousy attitude- he himself was simply lousy. Recognizing just how miserable he was did little to change anything, though, so he kept going with some weird faith that things may somehow, some way get better. Between being disowned by his family only to be taken in by a pimp disguised as a lover he wasn’t sure what else could possibly go astray.

He’d lost another ten pounds, which meant another size or two down, and another shopping spree which would soon enough result in spending funds he really didn't have right now. Maybe he shoulda picked up sewing like Molly- that perfect little angel- just so he wouldn’t have to waste time getting shit retailored. Staring at what became of himself in the mirror was fucking trippy. What stared back at him were large muted blue eyes smudged by smeared eyeliner and mascara, sunken in freckled cheeks, pale skin which was once sunkissed now tainted by bruises, a thin frame no longer toned and instead starved. Mobster to crack whore- what kinda transformation was that? A laughable one. Damn, if only Pa could see him now. Naw, Anthony didn’t wanna imagine it if he was being real honest.

Pulling off the slightly loose sticky latex one piece, the blonde reached over into his dresser for a tattered old tee he managed to convince Val to let him keep. He had to let Valentino know if he could wipe his ass for fuck's sake, God forbid he had a shirt the man didn't fuck with. Sliding on the shirt and some boxers which loosely fit his frame, Anthony quickly flung himself into bed. His mattress was stiff and his blankets were thin, but at least he managed to get a place to call his own. Moving out of Valentino’s was such a step forward- no more nightly beatings, no more degrading insults outside of work, no more being used and abused whenever wherever. Sure, he dealt with allat on the clock but the minute his shift ended he had somewhere to return to that was his own. He hadn’t had something to call his own in a long fucking time.

Staring up at his ceiling, Anthony couldn’t help but toss and turn, his head pounding and begging for attention. The boy was a mouthy one, and mouthy ones get put in their place real quick. Today was extra humbling for the blonde, his eye was puffed up and colored purple, a testament to his treatment. It wasn’t just his eye, he’d gotten a full body beat down today, but that meant he could stay out of work for a day or two til they gradually lost their color. Two days of lazing about? Fuck yes. He could really use the break.

Huffing, the thin blonde shoved his blanket aside as he stumbled onto his feet. Grabbing his lighter and a pack he kept ready at his night stand, Anthony made his way to his small balcony. The crisp air burned the blonde’s nostrils, a sensation he'd learned to adore as time went on. Shivering, he made his way over to the iron rails. He was hardly dressed, but that was something he was used to. Shutting his eyes, the blonde let himself feel the night’s frigidity, wanting to succumb to the numbness which would eventually overtake his limbs.

Lighting his cig, the boy scanned the night sky for some type of reassurance when the cold hadn’t done its job. Disappointed, the blonde knew the stars couldn’t give him any answers no matter how much he bothered them. So he pressed his lit cigarette to his lips, breathing in a burn which would warm his rotting core. The first huff wasn’t satisfying, nor was the second. Anthony was used to more nasty shit, nic did little to ease his mind. Well, it did help with the headaches, but the dancer was itching for something stronger tonight. Flashes of his last client wormed its way into his skull and Anthony could feel his shoulders tighten in anger and resentment. Clenching his jaw, the blonde rubbed at his eyes aggressively wincing in pain once he was reminded of the bruise that bitch left behind. That motherfucker was extra sleazy on the floor and in private, and he was a recurring patron. Lucky him, huh?

Frustrated, the man put forth all his weight onto the railing, letting his forehead rest against the cold metal, hoping some contact would relieve the pressure. Rubbing his forehead against the bar, Anthony felt his eyes burn familiarly. A pain settled in his throat, an achy pain that continued to increase in strength. His face burned in shame as he felt himself begin to sniffle. Ah God, he hated these types of nights. Everything was just too fucking much and he was just so tired and in so much pain. Whiny bitch he was, but at least he was a whiny bitch by his lonesome.

“God, I can't do this shit sober.” The blonde huffed, as he finished up his cigarette. Putting out the cigarette onto a used up ashtray, Anthony pushed himself off the railing. He just got through his last bottle of booze and he was aching for more. What? Cheap shit was all he could afford when he was away from Val. Matter of fact, Tony came to crave that shit simply because it signified he wasn't anywhere near that fucking cunt. He promised himself he wouldn’t spend any more pocket change on shit that was bad for him, but that obviously wasn’t going great. Nothing was ever going great, so drink til he got crunked was what he was gonna do. Slipping on some fuzzy light pink slippers and grabbing a coat, Anthony wrapped himself up real tight. Rummaging through his nightstand did he find his house key, some change, and his ID. Aw fuck, he had to get that shit updated. Staring back at him was his wide eyed seventeen year old self. If only he knew there wasn't anything in life to look that excited for. Smiling slightly at the picture of himself, Anthony shoved all that shit into his right pocket, shaking any longing that started to yank at his heart strings. He'd cry after he got fucked up.

Shutting his door and quickly locking up, the lithe dancer shoved his shaking hands into his pockets. His apartment complex was nice, not necessarily cozy but livable. Making his way down the stairs Anthony lost himself in thought. Nights like this he reminisced on back to when he didn’t rely on substances to feel warm, before he was labeled a deadman by his father, before his mother died. He thought back to sibling banter, Sundays post church, elementary school playgrounds. The blonde could feel himself getting choked up again, but he couldn’t stop himself from spiraling. If the man was being honest, dysthymia was such a comfort. Being sad was all Anthony knew how to do properly, and that in itself reassured him. The tightness of muscles when he was on the brink of a meltdown felt akin to the ghost of a hug, something the man was desperate for. Funny thing was, he got hugs all the time- none of them were fucking genuine though.

Making his way down the staircase, the boy felt a bit of his mind dwindle with every step. His mind was going numb, instead he focused on his breathing and the way his bones felt like they were being suffocated under his skin. He focused on the way his hips ached, and his eye burned, barely able to keep itself open because of how swollen it'd grown to be. He could feel every spot that man touched him, like his finger tips were pressed so deeply into his skin they left a mark not just on skin, nor fat, nor muscle, but on his fucking nerves. He could see the way the man looked at him in a disgusting lustful haze, and how he had to pretend he liked every second of getting his ass handed to him. He saw himself, and he saw himself drowning deeper into the pit he had created for himself the second he got disowned. He could feel just how much it hurt to breathe, so Anthony forced himself to gasp heavily like a fish out of water. The sting was nice, he wished that was all he could feel for forever. His body on autopilot, the dancer was met with a light which dimly lit up the corner store before he knew it. Cheap liquor? Not his favorite, but it did the trick. It made his brain fill with static. And static was all he wanted to hear and see for the rest of his shitty life.

#hazbin hotel #alastor #angel dust #niffty #charlie magne #fanfic #fanart #human au #modern au

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Zhongli Had to Start Somewhere - Morax x Reader

A continuation of my Ex-archon Reader! thoughts, but is very readable as a standalone. Uses you/your, so no pronouns.

Spoilers! for Zhongli's backstory. Keep in mind, I built off the canon so not all the information is true.

Content? Hurt/Comfort, Fluff, Angst.

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Ripe in his youth, Morax cannot see the appeal of companionship. A relationship established without contracts? He scoffs at the thought. The only connections worth creating were those with benefits. And you - a god much older, much wiser, much more powerful than he - is such a connection.

Your insistence to call him a friend wears on his rigid view of life as the decades roll past. Annoyingly enough, you too catch the moment his amber eyes shimmer at the plan to sip tea with the other adepti and gods. It's embarrassing to say the least, the great Lord of Geo made to eat his own words like a starved man. You don't tease him though, not in the moment anyways, you simply send him a knowing smile. You're gracious like that.

Morax thinks he's grown too soft as you and Guizhong braid glaze lilies into his long dark brown hair. But when the childish giggles float on the breezes of Mt. Hulao, he isn't upset at the revelation.

When the first seeds of love root in his chest, Morax blames you. You and your fondness for all beings is the only explanation for him feeling such human emotions.

Humans. Fragile, weak, in need of protection. Morax thinks lowly of the sentient creatures roaming Teyvat. But once again, you shove such words right back into his mouth. You show him the intelligence, the passion, the ambition of humanity. You wipe away his ignorance and replace it with respect, one that recognizes the worth of lower beings.

Morax wonders why he entertains your mundane activities, but he already knows the answer, he just ignores it. It's the little things, you answer when he mutters the question under his breath, which makes absolutely no sense.

Right now, he's supposed to be watching the sky paint itself lavender and pink to mark the beginning of a new day but he finds you to be a better view. Art, he's familiar with the creative outlet, - after all, it is a hobby of yours - familiar enough to know no being could ever create something as stunning as you.

The Archon War begins with hesitance that easily crumbles into an unquenchable thirst for power. It is only you and Guizhong keeping him from succumbing to such desire. Morax focuses on protecting his shared people with the God of Dust, fulfilling his end of an unspoken contract. There are pangs of guilt and grief when some inevitably die and he remembers why he built his walls so high.

Longing is not a feeling he is accustomed to but is forced to face it when the War keeps him from you. Unlike him, you have no people, no land. Your battles are all throughout Teyvat, fighting for those unfairly caught up in the wrath of gods. It's admirable, really, but Morax is selfish and he wants you at his side.

Even the strongest stone will crumble when hit properly, Morax knows this. He knows, yet he carves tunnels beneath blood soaked soil to see you. He is spent and exhausted after felling other gods but it's inconsequential when your light illuminates the tight space he's made.

His perseverance is further rewarded when you press a jewel tasseled earring into his palm right before you part. And there's that knowing smile plastered on your face as you turn away, the other half of the jewelry swinging with your hair. These moments may be small, mundane even, but they warm his heart in a way no flame can.

Irony is cruel, coming at the worst of times as Morax watches his dear friend turn to dust. He loses himself in a rampage that lays waste to once fruitful land. The night comes and he sits in crimson - loathing his younger self, the one so far removed from others, he cared not of their lives.

He knows it's your hand on his shoulder bringing him out of spiraling thoughts because who else dares touch a god bathed in the blood of his enemies? You speak to him softly, tenderly holding him, treating him like he's fragile.

"I will not lie and tell you this pain leaves with time. Instead, I will remind you how change is inevitable. It will come on a whim and do as it pleases, but it comes nonetheless."

Morax earns the name Rex Lapis as he establishes Liyue Harbor, a new home for his people. One that will stand until time itself erodes away the city. Oh, how far he's come...

Pride swells in his chest when you take your divine seat. The Archon War has come to an end and he can finally claim you as his. Just the thought gets him giddy, he's not ignorant to the favor you easily garner from others.

Morax's face rivals that of a silk flower bush when you reject his marriage contract. Embarrassed and confused he stands frozen with his mouth ajar. You don't want any contract? You want the love you share to be what binds the two of you? He thinks it's naive, silly, dare he say childish. But his opposition is short-lived because he loves you. If he must live millennium after millennium witnessing the joys and tragedies of life, then he will do it with you.

All of Celestia quakes as the archon meeting reaches its peak. The reason for the empty seat now speaks volumes. Runic lines glow against black to pale skin. If looks could kill, the heavens would have fallen. But there's a smugness in the ones giving such awful orders. A smugness that reminds Morax and the six other archons that they are not as powerful as they think.

For once, the great God of Contracts finds himself on the losing end of a deal. The Osmanthus wine, your favorite, in his hand is heavier than he remembers. He ascends the stairs to your abode, reaching the threshold he stills. His amber eyes draw over the small nation you preside over. A transparent golden dome protects it for all the times you are elsewhere in Teyvat, will it remain without you?

Dinner with your friends and lover, a tradition you have all of them partake in on the turn of a new decade. Everyone is smiling, laughing, the weight of being an archon lifted off their shoulders for a night. Well...that's how it normally is. This evening is different as the pressure to fulfill their duty has never been so heavy on seven of the eight attendees.

The effects of the dark liquid effortlessly poured into your glass by your husband is quick. One moment you're elegantly seated at the round table and the next you're haphazardly stumbling around the room.

Morax forces himself to watch the variety of imbued weapons sink into the skin he pressed adoring kisses to every night. He fights every instinct to look away when he meets your unreadable gaze. He lets your beloved familiar spread its wings across your chest in a useless attempt to save you. He does all this because it's the least he could do.

Atop Mt. Tianheng, Liyue's archon looks over the city he's protected for over a millennium. Your work is done for the day, a phrase he heard in passing, now replaying in his head. The sea breeze causes a small tassel to tickle the left side of his neck. Change comes nonetheless, the voice he longs but does not deserve to hear reminds him. His decision becomes clear. You always believed in humanity's capabilities, so he shall give them a chance to prove themselves. Prove that change has indeed come.

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Published: 11 May 2022

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Episode 26 - A Hairy Mystery

TW: Discussions of in-universe false allegations of S.A. towards animals and/or children. Discussions of addictions, and what might be actual S.A.

This episode is a doozy, both canonically and due to the analysis I conduct.

From the first seconds of the episode, we can note one very important detail:

The episode's narration is not censored by Kerubim, as is usually the case, but filtered through Joris's very limited understanding of sexuality and other adult things, and metaphors alluding to those.

Which results in this being a very dark episode in every single way possible and kinda batshit insane, when thought about for too much.

This is the same house as the one we'll see in Episode 50, Deadly Charm.

During Episode 50's time, the two of them share this house. This may suggest that the two episodes happen relatively closely, timeline-wise. It would make sense, considering the fact that in both of these episodes, Lou investigates crimes.

This investigation sounds like how long a war that would result in the birth of a very cool huppermage would last.

This episode will be hellish to translate... First of all: all the little text on these images? Just gibberish. Also, it's the same gibberish copypasted in all the newspapers.

However, we have some juicy stuff in the big text blocks: real text, with more context for the ep, besides what we see through Joris's ~imagination~

Big text on the top:

"LITTLE CAT (??? something something)

LITTLE CAT WHO DRANK MILK WAS NICE, FRIENDLY AND WELL-BEHAVED, WHICH DOESN'T/DIDN'T---

THIS BY PUTTING LAXATIVE IN THE BOWL OF HIS SWEET SELF"

Big text on the bottom:

"HE LOOKS LIKE A BEANPOLE(???) -----------UN"

Firstly: the newspaper name says "BOTA" instead of "BONTA"... Not even a spare letter "N" for the starving public?

The text on the left is, for some reason, upside down, and the letter N is in my transcription only because it makes more sense than W. What is says is: "EST U(N)E FIOTTE"

Translation: Someone (a female judging by "une") is (I am about to quote google here) "a homophobic(?) swear word for men(??)."

I'm sure someone in Ankama was very giddy to have snuck this in, but god, I wish I knew what this really means.

Don't worry. There are worse hidden texts in this episode... Like this next one.

I guess that what Kerubim is accused of is. Uh. not... literally eating a cat. It's something... different. Or eating the cat and also doing other things to the cat. hm.

I guess for Ecaflips, doing this to a cat, is not just an animal thing but also uh. a kid thing.

...Idk if I ever wanted to know this much about the World of Twelve. Man.

To pause from the insanity of this episode so far, I want to point out, that, both here, and in the episode 50, which we had established, takes place close to this one, Kerubim and Lou are very close to marriage/consider each other fiancés (in episode 50, she is referred to as his wife, despite them not being married).

So... I am assuming both of them take place before Ecaflip City! We're making some real discoveries here, folks.

This episode was funnier before I knew this was Kerubim's twitter callout arc. Now it's just sad.·😭

Also, in a better circumstance, I would comment on how cute it is that Kerubim says he likes cats (or babies, considering that for ecaflips... yeah. man. this episode is making me say insane things.) that much.

No wonder he's going fucking insane.

The first one is a reused text asset from the first episodes that says "MAISON DE NERUBIM CREPIN". What she is writing seems to be "RMCP"

The second one is, uh. Yeah.

Judging by the paintings, I suppose this episode takes place after Vax's Art (ep10) and Bashi the Shark (ep7).

I know these are just reused assets, but also — it's Ankama's own fault that they gave me this to do theorizing with.

Jesus fucking Christ, here we go. Twenty pages of analysis incoming:

He had a very interesting evening. Getting drunk (as usual), gambling (as usual)...

But having a woman "ride" him, while being very, very drunk, too — is this also, in fact, usual? Hopefully, it was a literal riding, horse-style.

Judging from Lou's phrasing and reaction, as well as this episode's whole thing so far, it was probably not.

Which is... not good at all. Yeah.

We'll never truly know, with Joris's unreliable narration in this episode. But I am sad to report, that I don't think it would be out of character for Kerubim to... have these things happen to him, and be okay with that.

And it's in-character for Lou to view Kerubim's habits of getting drunk and gambling everything away, while having ambiguously-nonconsensual (on his side) relations with women, as punishable evils on his part, good old "shit boyfriend" behaviours.

Instead of, y'know, self-destruction.

...Okay, I think I am ready to present something to you, so here's a refresher for my earlier liveblogs, in the form of the six tenets of theorizing about their final break up we established:

She left sad, and unlike many other times, without any anger for Kerubim.

She left Luis with him to watch over him.

She also left Luis because he couldn’t go with her, but that could mean many things.

She left after Ecaflip City, obviously, and at that time, their relationship seemed the healthiest. (Well, as healthy as it could be.)

Unlike all the other times, Kerubim didn’t go searching for her. It seems this separation was final in a way no other was, and there had to be a reason that he didn’t go and try to make up. An unsolvable issue.

Both Luis and Kerubim blame Kerubim, and the first one uses this to make the second one angry.

I think it's time to make to finally reveal my Divorce Theory:

I think Lou left Kerubim after regaining her memories, and realizing that they're just bad for each other.

She often manipulated him using his insecurities and fears of abandonment, which are the result of his childhood traumas. She hit him, and disregarded, or at times exacerbated, his various mental health issues.

While he has cheated on her many times while being completely sober, without any regard for her personhood and feelings. He's gambled away her memories.

Yes, they loved each other, but they were horrible together.

And I think it's a very sad realization to have about someone you've been in love with for your whole life:

That all you've ever managed to do is hurt each other, and make things worse.

...Now that I'm done with sad divorce theories, let's finish up this episode.

The newspaper that shows miss Kitty behind bars, has all the same text as the newspaper where Kerubim is behind bars, so I won't include it, but this?

This has a plot twist:

"EM ILIE EST U(N)E FIOTTE"

...Emilie, if you're out there: years ago, in Dofus: Aux Trésors de Kerubim, someone called you a bad word.

And I hope it was a joke and not some office drama. I really do hope so.

...My reaction to this whole fucking episode, Keke.

My exact reaction to all of it.

This is the face of a parent who knows that he will have to assess the damage. A second plane has hit the fucking pentagon level damage.

The "will he be asking me what "riding" means now?" "will he be asking me why "you ate a kitten" allegations got me into prison?" level damage.

Actual nightmare.

#ep26 #ro liveblogs dofus #dofus #wakfu #krosmoz #kerubim crepin

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ohhh ibuprofen is a lobster god? the one who cursed midas with immortality which is why he’s so large? hehe i see whatchu did there… i never knew that lobster fact, very interestin!! then, will midas still eventually die due to his starfish metabolism not being able to support the size of his body or is he way too cursed with weird god power to have that happen? does he even still need to eat? it seems like gods don’t really have to, but he’s a weird sort of in-between of that it feels like, maybe god power just contains a ton of calories? like uranium except it doesn’t give you horrible radiation poisoning if you ingest it. wait i just realized this is a world full of actual gods who can teleport, grant wishes (fortuna), create vessels of immense power etc i dunno why i’m so concerned by this

Midas very much still needs to eat, if anything, he needs to eat even more due to how large he has gotten over the centuries. And Midas very much cannot die! His death conditions are "1) Can only die due to combat, be it during a fight or from the inflicted injuries. Those injuries cannot healed by any kind of magic and have to heal on their own. If he dies, so will all the Golden Gods who were present when Midas was cursed with immortality by linking his lifespan to them. Gods who arrived later are not affected. Gods that have left the cave are. 2) If all the Golden Gods die, so will he. That is to prevent Midas from potentially surviving the death of the sun and universe.

The reason why that immortality curse was done was so that the Golden Gods had a source of devotion that would not easily leave. A source of nourishment both in devotion and mortal flesh due to seastars being able to regrow limbs. The Golden Gods were very much starving and losing their mind in that cave without Midas taking care of them and making them do daily chores like tending to a garden to grow food to eat or do laundry.

I've been meaning to redraw the refs of the Golden Gods that stayed with Midas after the well seal broke due to the death of the bishops but I am a very slow artist and busy with life and other things. Art is hard, man. But here's three I've finished so far, Ibuprofen being made just due to this ask.

#asks #arts #cult of the lamb #cotl #ibuprofen the shitty lobster #dolos goddess of lies and rumors #god of Pumpkins and Crows #their name tags suck and i“m not even sure if i'm remembering them all correctly but i'm not checking them #all golden gods will have Something golden #midas #cult of the lamb oc

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me constantly going in the CV tag despite knowing that it's 10% nice game fanart, 40% gifs of the show, and 50% some absolute braindamaging takes, is taking a toll on me

because after blocking the nth post admiring Lenore for playing Hector like a fiddle/saying Hector deserved to be enslaved for his original plan of culling mankind (nvm that babyboy Isaac was far more evil about it and he never got punished for wanting to "purify" the world)...

... I really want to think about Lenore and how I'd make her work with the crumbs that the show gave me lol

Lenore is obviously meant to be a parallel to Hector. Both of them are the animal lovers of their group, and mocked for it. Both of them are the "nice" ones in a group where cruelty reigns. Both of them are the least respected of their group - Dracula and Isaac shitting on Hector vs. Striga and Morana not even thinking about Lenore when they peace out. Both of them got used then discarded - yes, even Lenore, who became useless after enslaving Hector. Both of them are actually more of a threat than they look (allegedly, in Hector's case, but I can tell the intention was there).

Then there's the way they contrast. Lenore is a vampire who still clings on vestiges of humanity: she likes to eat food ("why live forever, if you're not going to live well?"), she rejects brute violence (again, allegedly) in favor of the more human art of diplomacy, she's compassionate about lesser creatures (humans included), and she's horrified at the realization that she is, deep down, nothing more than a greedy beast destined to crave more and more. Hector is a human alienated by humanity, who thinks culling is the kindest option, relates more to animals than his own species, and seems fascinated by the nature of vampires.

Imagine if the two actually bonded over this, and betrayed their "factions" because finally they found someone who respects them. And I mean organically bonded. On screen. With dialogue. Without the gross BDSM petplay. That part 100% has to go, it adds nothing, it's humiliation for humiliation's sake, it ruins Lenore's character, and it's just masturbation fuel.

I'd also change the scene where Lenore beats Hector. In my idea, Lenore flees from Hector's clutches, and then doesn't visit him again... for a week... and leaves him without food and water. By the time she comes back, Hector is desperate and is not above begging for some water, but she doesn't want to come close. "Are you going to hurt me again? :< you hurt me the last time :< you're so scary :< I did nothing to you and you tried to kill me :< I'm afraid that you'll do it again :<"

Basically, treating Hector like a rabid dog until he genuinely apologizes, and not only he learns the lesson that he shouldn't attack the only vampire who visits him, but he feels actually guilty and a terrible person about it. Made worse by how sensitive Hector probably is about all of this, as a love-starved abused child.

You know, manipulation, not just a brute display of strength to admire how stronk the girlboss is.

I don't know how their relationship would go from here, though. I only know that I'm more than happy with Lenore sunning herself: it is thematically coherent for her, her refusal to become like Carmilla, her guilt for hurting Hector, and if the two actually cared for each other, her choice to look at the only man who treated her with respect rather than the sun would be lovely.

Needless to say, we can only get here if she organically grows fond of him and doesn't rape him :^) but if she does, if she's really so cruel to hurt a man at his most vulnerable just to do what her sisters asked of her, then the story should treat her as such - and I'd also love to see Hector just snap, because by this point he's sick and tired of being seen as an object. Give him his big moment of taking down both vampires who hurt him. (in my vision not only he smashes Lenore's skull with his hammer, but he also takes a swing at Isaac - not killing him, just hurting him a little. please)

But I'd rather avoid that. I would like both characters to have agency - not even falling in love with each other, I don't care about that (they'd never be a cute couple anyway, not when she starts out as his jailer), just have a more interesting relationship built on two kindred spirits finding each other, but driven apart by their roles and nature. The vampire chooses death, the human grows and thrives.

There is sadly not going around the fact that Hector fell for two vampires (three if you count Dracula, but I can forgive that one) who employed the same strategy. I don't like the way Carmilla uses Hector either, but I can't be bothered to fix her rn.

#anti netflixvania #kind of. sort of.#mostly for categorization purposes #i'm just tormented by visions as usual #i wonder if i'll do to lenore what i did for surge lol #lenore thoughts #<- in case i need this post again

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