#professor roleplay

[collaredswitchacademic]

I need to do professor role play with someone so badly. I need a mean professor who’s going to grade my paper while fucking me. Chastising me for every little unnecessary space or minor mistakes in my APA or Harvard citations. Take your red pen and make me bleed, fuck me over your desk. Cooing in my ear that a couple small mistakes could really fuck over my research. He fucks me really hard and chastises me when I mess up while reading my paper aloud because it feels too good. Thrusting himself deep inside me, filling me up and calling me a desperate whore for my grades. “You wouldn’t have to work as hard as you do if you just let me fuck you like this, sweetheart. Pathetic worthless boy, so needy for his professors’ cock.”

Then he makes me cock warm him while he grades papers, occasionally thrusting into my boy cunt to tease me further. Moaning in my ear to make it harder and telling me, “You’re such a good slut for your professor, such a good hole.”

(I wrote this because I’m working on a final paper and presentation for a class and I’m tired, need to cum instead of working. I’m also a psychology major so I’m always tired bro. So any mean doms who want to act like a professor, please hmu. I am also willing to be that professor dominant but be warned, I might make you write lines. I’m a stickler for good grammar & spelling.)

[pinkboaclub]

Professor Styles

Summery: Harry is your professor who also mentors you in the field you aspire to pursue. One night, while at his home, things go a little to far.

Words: 3k

Warnings: smut, teacher-student relationship (university-everyone is of age), alcohol consumption, fem!reader

“It asks us to ponder how we preserve the image of power, and what those images reveal about the societies that create them.” Professor Styles said, beginning to wrap up his lesson on Oliver Cromwell's death mask. “That’s all I have for you today.”

As everyone around you gathered their things and headed for the door, you took your time, collecting your supplies. You waited for a moment, knowing you needed to speak with Mr. Styles.

One of your male classmates was already engaged in conversation with him, asking a few last-minute questions before wishing him a good weekend and leaving the lecture hall. As the room emptied out, his eyes found yours, and he offered a small smile.

"Hi," you greeted him.

"Hello, Ms. Y/L/N," he replied, his tone warm and professional.

You hesitated for a moment before speaking again. "I just wanted to confirm that we're still on for tonight."

"Of course," He said, his smile widening. "I have a feeling we'll get very far."

To anyone else, overhearing a student and their professor engaged in such a conversation might raise some red flags, but in this context, it was strictly professional.

"Definitely," you replied, nodding. "I've already completed most of the pigment analysis. I just need you to review the results tonight."

"Sounds perfect. I'll see you tonight, then."

"See you tonight," you said, before turning and walking out of the lecture hall, the door closing softly behind you.

You had been working to become an art restorer, specifically taking paintings and reconstructing and restoring them. When Professor Styles had overheard you telling another student this, he offered to be your mentor, as he was very familiar in the field. So, for the past three months, you would come over to his home every Friday, learning and practicing to restore paintings.

That night, you sat on his couch, grabbing some of your research from your tote bag as Professor Styles—or Harry, as he preferred you to call him outside of class—grabbed you a glass of water.

“So, we can go over your pigment analysis,” He places the glass of water in front of you. “Also, I have a gift for you.”

“Oh, a gift? I wish I had gotten you something.” He chuckled at your remark, walking to his book shelf and pulling two large paintings from a portfolio bag leaning against it.

He held one painting in each hand and turned them around to reveal them to you. They were two old, beat up paintings that had severe chipping and cracks all over them, but they were absolutely gorgeous. A gold mine for a aspiring art restorer:

“Wow,” you leaned in closer as he walked toward you to give you a better look. “These are beautiful, what are they? Where did you get them?”

“Won them at an auction, someone’s great grandfather’s old painting, I thought they’d be perfect to practice on.” You had previously only worked on paintings you found at thrift stores, and that was before Harry even began mentoring you.

“They’re perfect, thank you, Harry.” You looked up at him, giving him a smile.

“Of course.” He returned the smile, a soft, appreciative look in his eyes. “Those are going to take a couple weeks to finish, but it will teach you a lot. Let’s go over what you have first.”

He placed the paintings back in their portfolio bag and sat beside you on the couch. As he rolled up his sleeve, you couldn’t help but notice the muscular forearms that were now on full display. The slight brush of his skin against yours every time he leaned in made your stomach flutter, and you quickly tried to focus on the task in front of you to keep your composure.

It would be a lie if you said you had never noticed Harry in a way that went beyond a professor or mentor. He was undeniably handsome—tall, charismatic, with a presence that filled the room. It had become harder to focus on anything but him, especially since you’d started talking more outside of your shared passion for art history.

After a random comment about his bookshelf one night, the two of you had ended up spending the rest of the night talking about music, literature, and sharing recommendations. Those conversations had brought you closer—far closer than you had anticipated—and, if you were being honest, had only made your feelings for him grow.

But you tried to push those thoughts aside, focusing on the task at hand.

"Let’s see what you’ve got," he said. You gathered the stack of research papers you’d compiled over the week from the coffee table and handed them to him. He had tasked you with studying the chemical compositions of paint from various historical periods. "This is great," he remarked, flipping through the pages. "This will also be incredibly useful for restoring those paintings." He said, pointing towards the paintings he just showed you. You took a sip from the glass of water he'd offered, the coolness easing the subtle nerves you felt around him.

The night continued with you two talking about your research, where to go from here, and the paintings he had given you.

As your conversation went on, it started to diverge from art. You now sat comfortably with a glass of red wine he had offered you, him sitting across from you, doing the same. The topics were easy and light until Harry shifted the conversation.

“So, how are things going in your other classes?” he asked, genuinely curious, his gaze focused on you with an intensity that made you pause.

You shrugged, the words coming out a little more candidly than you intended. “Pretty good. They can be hard to focus on sometimes.”

“Hard to focus?” Harry echoed, his eyebrows lifting slightly. “How so?”

You chuckled softly, the honesty feeling strangely liberating. “Mm, it’s just...not as interesting,” you admitted, almost laughing at the thought of telling one of your professors that your other classes sucked, though the red wine helped with that.

Harry didn’t seem offended or put off by your answer—in fact, he seemed more intrigued. “They’re still art classes, right? You don’t enjoy them?”

“I do. I definitely do,” you reassured him. “But, your class is definitely the best. I feel like it’s the only one where I’m actually moving toward my goal of becoming an art restorer.”

Harry nodded thoughtfully, a small smile playing on his lips as if he was flattered. “I get it. It’s hard when you’re taking a bunch of classes, and only one of them really feels like it’s leading you somewhere you want to go.”

You exhaled, relieved he didn’t think you were simply disinterested in your studies. “Yeah, exactly. I feel like the rest of them are just kind of...a filler.”

“Well,” he said, leaning back on the couch, “even the ones that don’t seem directly related to your goals still help build the foundation for what you want to do. You might not see it now, but everything connects in its own way.” He looked deeply into your eyes, making you nervous.

“I know,” you agreed, taking a small sip of wine to give you a moment to collect your thoughts. “I know, it’s just hard sometimes when I can’t see the bigger picture.”

Harry met your eyes with an understanding that made you feel like he genuinely saw you, not just as a student, but as someone working hard toward a future they were passionate about. “It’s okay to feel that way,” he said softly. “It’s part of the process. But it will all click, eventually.”

You felt a quiet connection in his words, the kind that seemed to resonate deeper than just the academic advice he'd offered. You hadn’t realized how much his reassurance meant to you until that moment. The wine made everything feel softer, and for a brief second, you let your guard down, your gaze lingering on his face.

Harry smiled gently, and there was a warmth in his expression that made you feel seen in a way you hadn’t quite expected. The conversation drifted back to more casual matters, but there was a new undercurrent to the air—an unspoken understanding between the two of you that made everything feel a little more…charged.

As the evening went on, the distance between the two of you seemed to shrink. Harry, though still maintaining his professional demeanor, seemed more at ease. You found yourself laughing more freely, your nerves slowly melting away. The way his eyes crinkled at the corners when he smiled, how his voice softened when he spoke to you, it was all so comforting. You couldn't help but wonder if, just maybe, he felt some of the same magnetic pull you did.

At one point, you found yourself leaning a little closer to the table, showing him a particular section of your research. You didn’t mean to move so near, but the way you both reached for the papers at the same time brought your hands dangerously close. His fingers brushed against yours, and for a second, neither of you moved. It felt like time had stopped, like the world outside the house had disappeared.

His gaze flicked from your hand to your eyes, and you just looked at each other. His expression softened, the playful edge of the conversation shifted into something quieter, something more intimate.

"Ms. Y/N," he murmured, voice low, "you really are talented. I mean it." His voice was sincere, and the way he said your name made your heart beat quicker.

You swallowed, a little nervous but not wanting to back away from the moment. "Thank you, Harry. It means a lot coming from you." Your breath felt heavier as your heart raced and the intensity of his gaze made it hard to look away.

He hesitated for a second before his gaze dropped to your lips and you immediately felt a shift in the air. It was sudden and unexpected, yet somehow felt right. When he leaned into you, you couldn’t help but do the same, instinctively closing the space between you.

Then, before either of you could second-guess it, his lips brushed yours. It was quick, gentle and soft. For a moment you almost forget where you were, until you both pulled away.

You blinked, heart thudding loudly in your chest as you met his eyes, unsure of what to say, unsure of what had just happened. Harry looked just as surprised, his breath was heavy, though his expression was kind, almost apologetic. "I—I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to—"

"No," you cut him off, feeling a surge of warmth rush to your face. "It’s okay. I...I don’t know what that was." You stayed silent for a moment, though it felt like hours.

You both leaned in again, your lips colliding, faster and harder than the first. Though, this time, you didn’t stop. His hand went to your hip, pulling you closer to him as one of your hands went to his face and the other to his shoulder.

You both slowly leaned back, laying yourself on the couch as he hovered over you. He soon helped you out of your sweater, quickly pulling away from your lips, but immediately finding them again once your sweater was gone. His hands roamed your body as both of you got lost in each other.

Harry pulled away again, an almost shocked expression on his face.

“Is this okay? I’ll stop right now if you want me too, we can pretend this never happened, it won’t affect anyt-“ he hastily asked, but before he could continue, you kissed him again, giving him his answer. You definitely wanted this.

You tugged at his shirt, telling him to take it off, to which he complied. He begins to kiss down your shoulders before unbuttoning your pants.

“Professor,” you pulled him back up to your lips. You, your body, needed to skip the foreplay and get right to it, you were desperate for him. “I want you, now.” You said in between kisses.

He nodded his head, understanding what you were saying. He helped you out of your jeans and underwear before you helped him out of his.

His hand travels down, making sure you were prepped enough before he started. There was no question, you were sure you had never been this wet before. His hand traveled to your clit and began rubbing it.

“Fuck, you’re so beautiful.” He admired your body before running his cock up and down your slick folds.

“Mm, Professor.” You moaned out with your eyes closed, taking in the very little pleasure he was giving you.

“Harry, baby,” He corrected you. “M’not sure how many times I’m going to have to remind you, darling.”

You smiled and nodded, but to be honest, you couldn’t think of anything else other than him pushing inside you as quickly as possible. When he finally did, you hadn’t realized how big he was, but had to get adjusted quickly.

"Can I move?" He asked as he pecked the corner of your mouth. You quickly nodded and wrapped your legs around his waist, pulling him even closer. He kissed you again as he pulled out, leaving just the head inside before thrusting back in. You kissed each other as Harry rocked his hips into you, quickly slipping into a steady pace. He reached down to circle your clit as he kissed your neck and you gasped at the sensation.

Your moans felt like they never stopped as both or your body’s thrusted, being motivated by the built up sexual tension. His pace quickened, causing you to be louder, incoherently moaning and whimpering, which he loved. He looked down at you, taking in the pleasure you got from his cock.

“You’re so perfect, taking my cock so well.” He grabbed one of your legs, holding the back of your knee to get an angle where he could repeatedly hit your g-spot. “Do you know how long I’ve thought about this? How long have I had to watch you in class, pushing down any thoughts of doing exactly what I’m doing right now?”

You moaned out, acknowledging his confession. Every memory you had in his class came rushing back, every time you accidentally made eye contact, was he thinking abou fucking you then? When you purposely wore a skimpy outfit, did he notice?

As you felt your stomach tighten, your moans called out his name repeatedly. “I’m gonna cum soon Ha-” Before you could finish, speaking and cumming, he pulled out of you and looked back into your eyes.

“Need to see you ride me, is that okay?”

“Yes, yes.” You cried out, climbing on to straddle him. You both moved quickly, eager to please each other.

You lined yourself up with his cock, slowly lowering yourself onto him. His hands tightly hold your hips to keep you steady. You start moving up and down, your hands holding yourself up on his shoulders.

Harry watches you in awe, fascinated by your body moving up and down him, your breasts bouncing up and down, your back slightly arched, and your hair beautifully swaying around. Fascinated at how you still look angelic during such unholy activities. You moved your hips faster, looking down to see Harry appear and disappear inside of you.

Your mouth falls open as his cock hits your g-spot with every thrust and his hand moves to rub your clit. Your bounces started to become sloppy as your legs became weak, both from the repetitive movement and the pleasure.

Harry wrapped one of his hands behind your back, pushing you closer to his chest and letting you rest your head on his shoulder.

“Shh, I’ve got you, let me make you come.” He shifted his hips, gaining a better position before thrusting up into you.

“Fuck, Harry.” You grunted as his hips slammed into you, but his protective arm still held your back in place.

“I know, I know,” he turned his head towards your ear, holding his lips to it. “Let yourself cum, I wanna feel you squeeze my cock, darling.”

His sultry voice whispering in your ear was enough to send you over the edge.Your cunt pulsed around Harry as your climax hit you, sending him spiraling over the edge as well. You collapsed on top of him, your full body weight leaning into him and your head resting on his shoulder.

You both sat there, bodies sweating, chests rising up and down, saying nothing. You had almost forgotten where you were but, how could you? You were in your professor’s arms, sitting on his cock, coming down from an orgasm.

The words rang in your head again…until you lifted your head up, avoiding eye contact with Harry, despite his eyes trying to find yours. What if he hated you after this? What if this was the end of your relationship with him?

You lifted yourself up, slowly looking for your clothes. Harry, with a worried look on his face, did the same. Both of you put your clothes on, still saying nothing.

“I’m sorr-“

“That was very unprofe-“

You both spoke at the same time, then stayed silent.

“I’m sorry if I crossed a line. That was very unprofessional of me.” Harry spoke up, both of you finally locking eyes.

“It’s okay.” You whispered. “Uhm…I should go, though.” You grabbed your papers and your bag, slinging it over your shoulder and heading to the door.

Harry walked behind you, holding the door open, watching you begin to walk away.

“I am sorry, Y/N.” You turned back, not knowing what to say. You weren’t mad at him, at all. You were mad at yourself.

“See you on Monday, Mr. Styles.”

[read next part here!]

[sluttyimpala]

i know those boys fucked NASTY after the stanford reunion. i can see it behind my eyelids. sam bent over the cheap motel bed while dean grips his hair and asks if what they say about experimenting in college is true. calls him sammy and tells him he cant give him a higher grade because "it would violate school policy sammy". sam rides dean in the backseat while describing in detail how he did it to some random dude freshmen week. he later fucks dean in a gas station bathroom and denies him his orgasm each time he moans sammy because "it's sam".

[zsakuva]

My most popular series, The Strict English Professor: Season 1 is now on Spotify!

I will start uploading other series in due time, but for now, Happy New Year, and enjoy listening!

[tedgensisreal]

Good afternoon, Tumblr. :)

im obsessed with roleplaying i fear

[constantnbpreg]

imagine a pregnant college professor. trying to teach a whole lecture hall of students for multiple classes, all while heavily pregnant. the students in his life watching him as he stands in front of them, one hand cradling his gravid swell and the other supporting his arched back. his breathing is heavy as he lectures and there are many times where he has to catch his breath because he’s so heavy. maybe a couple of times he has to rest his baby belly on the nearest surface just to get a bit of a break as he teaches…

[incorrectquotesharrypotterv]

Professor Snape, sighing: Just skip to the part that’s going to anger me.

Y/n: That’s going to be all of it.

[xxplastic-cubexx]

Imagine Erik planning some sort of magneto spectacle.. if you will.. and he finds out Charles is sick and he decides not to go through with it and is like "Charles I do hope you will feel better soon I was so hoping to impress you with my villainy" and the brotherhood is to stunned to speak.

if erik was a REAL homie he woulda put the brotherhood of evil mutants on standby for at least a week after charles dies the first time ....... wheres the fun in all his bombastic bullshit if charles aint there to see it........

[the-daily-bugle-official-blog]

Mutant rights has been a sore spot for many for years, and while some such as Professor Charles Xavier have made themselves more appealing to the general public, there are many who have not, namely Erik Lehnsherr, aka Magneto. The leader of the Brotherhood of Mutants and a wanted terrorist is a source of inspiration and empowerment to many young mutants, a great warning side to where this generation of mutants may be headed.

Erik Lehnsherr first appeared in the public eye during the Cuban Missile Crisis, almost causing a nuclear war between the US and Russia. However no one knew this thanks to a coverup caused by, you guessed it, Charles Xavier. The connection between these two men is undeniable and calls into doubt whether Xavier actually practices what he preaches about ‘unity’ and ‘liberal methods’, or if he is another mutant terrorist conspiring to end humanity. The events at Cuba were only made public after the downfall of SHIELD, who too had been hiding information to protect these so-called heroes. The lies seem to never end.

Lehnsherr was also arrested for the assassination of President John Kennedy, even though that turned out to be the doing of the Winter Soldier, aka President Barnes, he still broke out of prison with the help of, yet again, Charles Xavier, and tried to assassinate President Nixon. He was then simply let loose by Xavier until he aided another mutant Apocalypse in the destruction of the world, before being convinced otherwise by one of Xavier’s co-conspirators, the shapeshifting Mystique who is also a known murderer. Everywhere Lehnsherr goes, the death of innocent people seems to follow.

Lately, Lehnsherr has been working with his Brotherhood of Mutants to allegedly try and cause a human genocide and bring about the age of the mutants. He has known to have worked with his granddaughter, known vigilante criminal Daniella Romanoff, as well has having a continued connection with Charles Xavier.

So what can you, dear reader, do in the face of such terror and power? Lehnsherr has the ability to control metal, and is a very dangerous man. Well first thing is to keep an eye out for suspicious mutant activity in your local area, and report any mutants who may be conspiring with Lehnsherr to the authorities. Remember, mutants are among us and any of them could be radicalised to Magneto’s cause. He wishes for the human species to go quietly, though we at the the Daily Bugle won’t!! To join our daily newsletter comment underneath one of our posts to be added to the list. Be sure to comment your thoughts about the rampant mutant extremists, or leave an anonymous submission to get potentially featured in a later news story.

– J Jonah Jameson

––––––––––––––––––––––––––––––– Editor's note: No one is refuting that Erik Lehnsherr is a terrorist, but equating all mutants to him is a dangerous practice that ends with young mutants discriminated against, attacked, and even killed. What we need right now is support for mutants, and focusing on their worst is causing nothing but harm. Do not report local mutants to the authorities, that much should be obvious. And to young mutants about there, stay safe. There are those of us who support you, and you deserve a place in the world just as much as anyone else - J.E. - Lead editor

@official-buckybarnes @the-good-redheaded-witch @mynameismagneto @simply-a-professor @thatone-midgardian

[aroacettorney]

gentlemanliness leaves the man's body when he stops masking as a noble or royalty and sees an opportunity to match the other person's freak /j

[vickyyoon]

Your Professor bang Chan

Part - 2 <- here

Genre: smut,

Paring: professor!Bang chan x student! fem!reader

Synopsis: you couldn't bribe your professor to rounding up your grade so you give him something he'll want every day.

Warnings: oral sex (both receiving), semi-public sex, yandere traits, stalking etc.

You weren't a bad student, not at all in fact you were one of the best students in your class. Your grades were perfect in almost every single subject except for biology.

Your professor, Bang chan was very precised with the subject. He always seemed to be dissatisfied with your answers and expected more from you.

You even tried to give answers the way he wanted but you always somehow failed. He wasnt like this with the other students though. He was very soft with them and they all liked him back but you.

You didn't understand why he liked to embarrass you in front of the entire class. Every time he would humiliate you.

He would judge you head to toe. From the way you walk, the way you dress to the way you eat.

You always wondered why you failed this subject. This was the last semester and you had to pass this time.

You decided to beg him for a reason and what you could be doing to please him with the test papers. So just before the exam you were planning to visit his office. Unlike other professors, he had his own personal office.

But before you could even leave the lecture, he called you " Y/n. Yes you. I want you in my office." and your heart was racing and rushing.

What could've you possibly done to piss him off? He got mad at the slightest of the things you did. Like that one time you forgot to bring your model, alot of students didn't either but he blamed you for setting an influence.

"But the-"

" the due date is 5 days later? We'll I expect you to be punctual." he lectured you on and on about it and you were about to cry.

You knock on the door of his office. A cold stern voice asks you to come in. You sit down in front you him and you were sweating in the cold room out of fear.

" D-did you call me, sir?" you couldn't even hide it you were stuttering-scared.

"yes. I called you here to discuss about your performance. Seemingly you're outstanding in every other subject except for mine. What is the problem here?"

Your head was spinning now. " sir, I'm trying my best to give descriptive answers but nothing seems to please you. I take extra classes just to master this subject but still I keep on failing."

You tried to keep yourself together but it felt like you were about to cry and beg him to give you the answer sheets.

" you could just study with me."

He sounded so weird. You never expected this answer from him.

"sir, is there anyway I can improve my grades? I can pay you. I'll do anything to pass please."

You could not help but beg. Seeing you helpless he decided to ask for something you couldn't ever imagine from him.

" anything? Really anything?"

And you nodded pleading him to just tell what he wanted. He got up from his desk and locked the door. Then he closed the blinds. He sits back down in front of you. With his hands intertwined with each other in front of his face.

" I want you "

The request was so blunt and straightforward, it caught you off guard and you wanted to leave that place but your mind began to flood back with other thoughts.

If you did reject him, he would lower your grades for sure and it's not like he's unattractive, he was ridiculously handsome. You did like the first time you saw him but he was stubborn.

You were stuck in the seat like a paralyzed person.

"Com'on wouldn't you do anything to pass? Then get down on your knees"

You wondered how he saw you as. How did you look like a slut? Your body was covered like a decent person.

He came upto you and you stared at the strained buldge on his pants.

You unbuckled his belt and pulled his garments in one tug. His cock was so pretty. It was big and the tip was pink.

It was leaking precum and was throbbing. You licked the tip before shoving it down your throat. You hollowed you mouth to give it the gunny feeling it craved for.

If you were getting the best grades then you have to give him the best blow job he'll ever have.

He never knew how good you were at it. The second you inner cheek touched his side he couldn't help but falter.

It was so good he had to bite his lower lips to keep himself from being too loud. The touch got him is so sensitive. He was bucking his hips into you when you moaned back.

Seemed like he was enjoying everything second of it.

And he came in your mouth when you choked on a moan. You swallow all of it.

" now why don't I have a taste of you?"

Gosh were you really losing your virginity to your professor? Unlike his rude behavior in class. He treated you like a fragile antique doll, softly picking you up and placing you in his desk. Peeling off the underwear to just see a wet pussy.

" gosh so wet for me?" he chuckled going down to kiss it. The suck in your clit had you shaking.

" so sensitive..." he commented in a breathy whisper . He was sucking your pussy clean like it was his favorite dish. The moans on your clit sent shivering vibration down your core and you clutched onto nothing.

This was where his confessions came out. You were not ready to hear all that.

He was madly in love with you. He planned on having a life with you the second he saw you. He would stalk you and click pictures of you sleeping, laughing and showering.

He paid the other subject teachers to sum up your grade so you can be the topper. It was all apart of his plan. He created such an image to which you found no escape in the options.

His confessions made you angry, flushed and terrified. You wondered what this handsome man saw in you that he would go to such an extent.

" There's no one fairer than you my love." his compliments were always sweet.

"I'm sorry but I needed to have you somehow or else I would be dead." he said

He seemed like he was about to cry out of joy. You were like a glass doll to him. And if you broke he would be crying. He couldn't go rough on you. He just wanted to please you and earn your love.

"w-what do you like about me?" you asked.

"what not do I like about you Y/n? Your gaze, your tears, your smile, you heart, your behavior and your traits." he couldn't stop going in and on about it..

Before you knew it he was on top of you. "can I please have you?" he pleaded.

You let him because you wanted it too. " I promise I'll be gentle" like you didn't know.

You were shivering under his touch. "Do you love me back?" he asked.Pinning your hands down to the desk laying you down.

You weren't going to lie. You too fell in love with him but who wouldnt? Everyone liked him. Everyone wanted him. How could you have him? You tried to stay away from those disgusting thoughts but you only wondered if he was single or taken.

Every time you saw him you would get wet. You would flush red.

His heart melted hearing those words from you.

His thrusts were definitely slow but it felt amazing. It felt like heaven. You were never a bad girl but today you had to do what had to be done.

His lips devouring your face in a feverish lust. He was a complete different person...

You both came together not long after. You were sent back to the class with the hopes of passing biology.

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There could be a pt 2 if you just... You know 😏😉

[lewmagoo]

ben mears would happily fuck you in the library btw. after all, we know from the book that he’s perfectly content to engage in semi public sex, so 🤭

[blindarvenau]

Hello! this is an interactive blog about [blind arven aul i just did this for fun! More info in @c0stiffen or "Blind Arven AU" Tag!

🌱 — Characters here: [except team star, working in their refs but you also can ask them!]

[muses-of-the-memory]

Happy 26th Anniversary, The Powerpuff Girls

Today is the 26th Anniversary of...

The Powerpuff Girls!

It had been 26 years of when Professor Utonium had used sugar, spice, and everything to create the perfect, little girl... until Mojo Jojo when he was a little monkey made Utonium accidentally added an ingredient, to the concoction... Chemical X!

Thus, the Powerpuff Girls were born! Using their ultra superpowers, Blossom, commander and the leader, Bubbles, the joy and the laughter, and Buttercup, the toughest fighter had dedicated their lives to fighting crimes and the forces of evil!

They were called bug-eyed freaks at first since the movie where their origins were created, but when Mojo Jojo was attacking the city with his army, they became heroes defending the City of Townsville.

We must thank Craig McCracken for making these three into the lovable Cartoon Network All-Stars from our childhood.

So for today, I'm making an open roleplay for these three perfect little girls, and adding them to my multi-muse list.

[peppymintdreams]

Midnight Conversations

Andrew Marston x Darling

The rain tapped softly against the window of Andrew’s dimly lit apartment. The room was a cozy mess—a half-finished book on the coffee table, a mug of forgotten tea growing cold beside it, and Darling curled up on the couch with a blanket draped over their legs.

Andrew sat in the armchair across from them, his glasses perched on his nose as he pretended to read. But his eyes kept drifting to Darling, who was absentmindedly flipping through channels, never staying on one long enough for him to catch what was playing.

“You know,” Andrew began, his voice breaking the quiet, “you could just pick something. The world won’t end if you settle on a channel.”

Darling smirked, not looking away from the screen. “I’m browsing. It’s an art form.”

He snorted, setting his book aside. “An art form in patience, maybe. I think you’ve passed over the same cooking show three times now.”

“Maybe I’m testing you. Seeing if you’ll break first.”

Andrew leaned forward, resting his elbows on his knees, his glasses slipping slightly down his nose. “Oh, I’m broken, Darling. Watching you cycle through options is agony.”

They finally turned to him, mock-offended. “Well, excuse me for trying to find something we’ll both enjoy.”

“Let’s be honest,” he said, his tone teasing, “you’re just going to fall asleep halfway through, and I’ll be stuck finishing whatever monstrosity you pick.”

Darling stuck out their tongue, then tossed the remote in his direction. “Fine. Your turn, genius.”

Andrew caught the remote effortlessly, leaning back into his chair with an air of triumph. He flipped through a few channels, stopping on an old black-and-white movie. “There. Something with class.”

“Boring,” they quipped, but they didn’t change the channel. Instead, they adjusted the blanket around them and sank deeper into the couch.

Minutes passed in comfortable silence, the movie’s soft dialogue filling the space. Darling glanced at Andrew, who seemed genuinely engrossed, though his fingers absently tapped the armrest in thought.

“What’s going on in that head of yours?” they asked softly.

He turned to them, his expression unreadable for a moment. Then, with a small, lopsided smile, he said, “I’m thinking about how nice this is.”

Darling tilted their head. “What, the movie?”

“No,” he murmured, his voice warm. “You. This. Just... having you here.”

Their chest tightened at the sincerity in his voice. He wasn’t one for grand declarations, but moments like this reminded them of just how deeply he felt.

“Good,” they replied, trying to keep their own voice steady. “Because I’m not going anywhere.”

Andrew’s smile widened, and for a moment, they just looked at each other, the movie forgotten. The rain continued to patter against the window, a quiet witness to their midnight conversation.

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A loud thud can be heard outside, and then a very loud ‘OUCH!’ Sounds like someone decided to come pay a visit.

The goat like creature, who’s disguised himself as a human, stands up and dusts himself off. He turns around, peering into a window.

[ @the-bastard-box mew :3 ]

Hidgens quickly stands up from his couch, pulling out a handgun from one of his jacket pockets. He walks over to a window to investigate. “Oh, good god.”

He sighs as he opens up the window. “Hi.”