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kinetic-elaboration · 5 months ago

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November 24: The Menu

Decided to watch The Menu in the middle of the night because why not. Nothing could go wrong there. (This isn’t even sarcastic; I am and will be fine other than being up this late.)

I… feel like I have many thoughts and feelings but also no way to put them into words. I did really like it. I thought it was very well made. I really, really liked Ralph Fienes as the Chef, his mixture of utter sadism, cult-leader like charisma, unbearable pretentiousness and narcissism, and true pain and even vulnerability (as in the making the burger scene) that somehow all made sense together to form a coherent and very watchable character. He would be the rewatch element for me, should I ever decide to rewatch it.

I know it’s hard to put genre-straddling films in boxes because they’re pretty much always more one thing than another, but the idea of calling this a black comedy/horror is very strange to me. It had a couple jokes where I laughed out loud, in a snort sort of way (in particular, the yes-man to the critic agreeing with her when she said they were all going to die, and “No student loans? You’re going to die” and I think there was another but I forgot it already), and I suppose the introductory part was “funny” in the sense that the characters were being introduced as SO fucking annoying that I was impatiently awaiting their deaths, but generally I was not laughing. I was not finding this funny. Straight-up horrors should be funnier than this (see my reaction to Longlegs), which isn’t a complaint about the level of humor just my opinion that there was nothing in this that would warrant putting the label ‘comedy’ on it. Even black comedy—I mean I get that there were ‘so outrageous it’s funny’ aspects to it, especially as I went on, but…mmmm.

In general I actually found it incredibly horrific. Maybe it just hit my fears better than some of the other horror I’ve been watching, but really the whole middle part had this unpredictable and claustrophobic feel that just made me feel like I was losing it a little bit. The contrast between the incredible violence and the general acceptance of that violence by the characters. The calm and cult-like devotion of the staff. The smallness of the set. The slow ratcheting up of wrongness, from ‘wow that’s pretentious’ to ‘pretentious and off-putting’ to ‘subtly threatening’ to EXTREMELY VIOLENT. Tyler’s character in particular really sat on either side of the line of unbelievably over the top in his cliché foodie attitude (has the pretentious foodie lifestyle rotted his brain THAT much?) (yes) and evincing an attitude of such extreme wrongness, behaving in such an absolutely bizarre way even versus other characters, that he was frightening. I guess he was the black comedy all along.

There were also parts where I wondered if there was some degree of hypnosis (the clapping) and/or drugging (you must eat for the menu to work) happening, that was the level of psychological torture/horror I felt like I was witnessing.

This horror part, I think in retrospect, reached its peak with Tyler’s death and then started to go downhill at the fight in the Chef’s house. I sort of zoned out a little at that point, and though I don’t think the movie was too long—I think its slow pace allowed for building dread and I wouldn’t want it to rush itself—if I were going to cut it, say bring it down to 90 minutes, it would perhaps be in this section. From that point it was more thriller than horror, and I was primarily invested in seeing how it all turned out. I’d gotten the concept, so there wasn’t any more of that disorienting ‘what the fuck is that next turn’ feeling really left, and the torture was fairly out in the open. Was the last psychological trick, the asking for help that won’t come, really necessary? I mean, I suppose to explain why they all stayed. Emotionally it hit the least hard for me I’d say. And I thought the speech about the burger was a little expository and unsubtle, though I didn’t hate it. I mean in general I would call the film subtle as a horror but unsubtle as a movie with a specific message about foodie culture specifically and wealth/entitlement/service more generally. And it certainly played with some old-school, familiar tropes of locked-door mystery/horrors and retribution on the sinful and so on.

I did like the ending and found it satisfying. And that burger looked really good except for the onions. I laughed at the list of ingredients of the s'mores including ‘staff, guests, restaurant,’ so, yeah, there was another comedic element I guess.

#the year 2024 #2024: fandom thoughts #2024: movies #all hidden because of spoilers #i will say i didn't find it too gross which was a reason i delayed watching #i'm feeling ever more like i'm a weirdo for not finding this funny lol #but also i would have liked it less if i had

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ariswolfram · 7 months ago

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Tlahulia-Coatl

I decided to do a nice lil' lore drop for a species I made which I like. I hope I got everything down properly. If you want me to put extra description onto something, or notice any spelling errors, then don't be afraid to tell me so I can fix it up!

Appearance

The Tlahulia-Coatl (often just called "Coatl's") are an anthropomorphic species of constrictor snakes, often seen as the "Greater form" on their home planet. Their main body's scales range in a variety of darker-toned colors, like onyx black, obsidian purple, grey, and dark gray-blue. Some Coatl's have one set of arms and legs, while others may just have a set of arms. Rarely, a Coatl can have two sets of arms (Though that is barely ever seen). One thing every Coatl has, is a snake hood, which display their ✨absolutely fabulous✨ color patterns on both the front and back of them. (Defined below)

When standing, they can range from 6' (182 cm) to 7' 6" (228 cm); Their massive tails on the other hand vastly range in size depending on the person. Going from 12' (3.65 m) long, up to 40' (12.19 m) long! Though the size of their tail completely depends on the ritual done (Defined later), and how well fed the Coatl is.

Running down their backs, along the top of their arms, and across their hood, is a beautiful array of various patterns and colors. These patterns are different from Coatl to Coatl, and can range from floral, swirly, and angular., to completely abstract and otherworldly in complexity.

Among the colors and shapes in their pattern, one of them will be the most dominant. This pattern/color will have a vibrant, bio-luminous glow to it, and will also define the kind of venom the Tlahulia-Coatl has access to. Though sometimes (Rarely), these colors can be misleading, hiding the Coatl's true venom through a guise of a more common color.

Colors like Green (Acidic), Yellow (Paralyzing Agent), and Red (Potent Poison) are by far the most common of the venoms. More uncommon colors like Blue (A hallucinogen), Orange (Sleep Inducer), and Pink (Hypnosis/Charming) can happen naturally, but mostly happen through rituals. The more rare colors, being Mint Green (Polymorphic), Black (Confusion/"Soul Shift"), Purple (Insanity/Madness Inducer), and White (Petrification) can only happen through use of rituals. And as a result, make the ritual much longer and much more painful.

Language

The Coatl's language (Called "Xzeaɸl"; "ɸ" is a softer sounding F, as they cant exactly press their teeth to their lips in a sane manner as to make an F sound sharp) consists of a variety of sharp sounds, hisses, and low growls, which they mix together to form short words. Because of the way their words are constructed, each sentence is spoken in a slower manner to make understanding it easier, though this is more seen as a "Proper speech etiquette" than anything. Coatl's can speak rapidly if they so wish, though they normally reserve such things for when they are angry, or around people they like.

Another thing on speech etiquette, is if a Coatl speaks too slow. Doing so is seen as rude and uninviting. (When i say "too slow" here, i mean it. Imagine if someone spend a whole minute pronouncing a single word... That's what i mean.) Coatl's often do this to spite others.

Tlahulia-Coatls have a very hard time pronounce L's, and other sounds that require complex tongue movements. As a result, they pronounce their own species' name as /Tia-huia-Coat-eis/.

Fact no one wanted: The Xzeaɸl language has around 4,790 different swear words, not including combinations...

Religion

Tlahulia-Coatls follow a religion they call Khalsan/Khalsanism/Khalsanic. (Yes, i just said they cant pronounce L's, but its named this way for a reason, as the Coatls were originally a Humanoid species called "Alvari"... Plus, the Coatls pronounce it more like /Khae-saan/, anyways)

Their religion is highly complex, and based around making more people into Coatl's through a long (and painful) ritual as a rite of passage.

When the religion first started, the Alvari choose–instead of following any of the actual and literal Deities of the Hyperion Astra–to follow a Deity that doesn't fucking exist. His name is Xhaviel, and is depicted through stories and past scripture as being a complete badass. In reality, the reason this very-not-real god exists is because of Null, the god of Chaos.

Null pulled a fucked up prank on the Alvari one day cause he was bored, and told them, "You will become kick-ass snakes if you do this ritual. I, Xhaviel, made sure it would work just for you," effectively saying they would be blessed if they did it.

The Alvari–being the idiots they were–believed him, cause why would you deny god's word? The first several attempts resulted in many dead bodies. This was because the ritual wasn't an actual thing... From what Null knew. After about 50 attempts though, the Alvari somehow made the ritual work, and they became the Tlahulia-Coatls of today! (Woooooo-)

In present days, the ritual has been expended upon to allow those who wish to do it the ability to (Vaguely) decide how their form looks. Adding various herbs, spices, and foods to it in order to change the pattern, color, and overall shape of the Coatl they are to become.

The more things that are added to it though, the more painful the ritual gets, and the longer it takes to complete. Normally though, this ritual takes no more than a few hours...

The Khalsanic belief follows several gods in the Hyperion Astra, being:

The God of Coatls: Xhaviel (Who in reality is Null, but everyone ignores that fact out of spite. Even today when its well-known.)

The Goddess of Cuisine: Culara (Who is, in fact, the actual Coatl god.)

Goddess of Recovery and Health: Salus (She is just a large ass moth.)

God of Corruption and Forbidden Knowledge: Covenant (So they can actually preform the ritual...)

And, the God of Transformation and Change: Evo (Once again, for the ritual... Also because he is a snake as well.)

Culture and Society

The Coatl's society heavily revolves around cooking, baking, and other food-creating forms. All Coatl's are able to cook, and can cook so well it's basically threatening. Their cooking culture is so heavy, they often see it as a normal thing to cook so damn much, and to cook as well as they do. When in reality it isn't...

Coatls, being made from rituals originally, have a hard time with reproduction. As a result, their egg clutch is very small. Ranging from 1-3 eggs in a clutch, with only 1 out of every 6 hatching. It is also very difficult for them to get that far in the first place, as often times it doesn't really work out for them. As a result of this, The Coatl's will protect their eggs with their lives at any cost. Keeping the eggs home in comfortable nests, while watching over them is common. It doesn't matter who is the one protecting the eggs, one of the parents must be there to protect them.

Coatls, as a result of the above, are highly protective of anyone and anything they love. Especially if they have a close bond with said people.

Because of the low eg count, they are less likely to abandon their children or put them up for adoption. Though, they will put eg's up for adoption if the parents are dead, or the eg's aren't being properly taken care of. Same goes for children.

Much like Kasrena, if a Tlahulia-Coatl spots an unsupervised child walking in public with no visible parental figures around them... They will just... Take them in, and take care of them. They do this so often, it has become a problem with the other factions in the Hyperion, often leading to legal action. Their response? "You're own damn fault for leaving them alone, unsupervised, in the middle of the street. What else am i supposed to do? Leave them to die?"

Faction

The Tlahulia-Coatls live among a Faction called the "Coatl Consensus", which is a conglomerate of the various Coatl tribes found on their homeworld, 'Fashkost Delta', and their many colony worlds.

These tribes meet together often to discuss the Faction as a whole, and to make sure the Faction's Supervisor (Effectively the person who speaks for the faction as a whole) is acting appropriately.

The Coatl Consensus deals a lot with the import and export of baking goods, along with selling the services of the cooks and chefs in the Consensus. One of their most expensive exports, Sacrem, is what gets them the most money out of everything.

The Coatl Consensus was officially founded on the year 789 P. D. (Post-Divergence), and officially recognized as a faction in the year 833 P. D.

The current Supervisor for the faction is a man called "Sarim den Firiam", who deals with any issues revolving around the faction.

#lore #lore drop #oc lore #singural hyperion #story #lore dump #infodump #monster #monster fucker #world building

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blackwoolncrown · 3 years ago

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Help an (ex???) S*x Worker

So, given that we got largely banned from this platform despite being very cool and smart, I’m not sure how many ppl know about what’s going on in the digital adult industry...

To be concise, every now and then credit card companies apply regulations to what can be sold via adult sites, often affecting what terms we can use. Usually this is generally a good thing as it limits the sale of problematic content- there’s more to say on this but I won’t bother here.

Anyway, Mastercard recently made some changes that also included how models/artists IDs are verified along with term requirements, and requirements on how the sites verify the content complies- the content now must be manually watched (albeit by AI) to make sure it is compliant.

This is industry wide, and has applied to every clip site, as well as slowed down the time from uploading to publish, but on one of these sites- arguably one of the 2 biggest, if not THE most high-traffic site- seems to be absolutely and catastrophically fumbling this transition.

Currently, their compliance efforts began around the 2nd week of October and since then I and many others on the site have not been able to make a single sale because our stores have been pulled entirely offline.

Why? Well, IWC has to put all content ‘In Review’ and either approve it and publish it again, or send it back to the artist to be corrected. When content is ‘In Review’ it is not published, and stores with under 5 published clips do not show up to buyers.

My stores have been offline now for about 3 weeks, and IWC says this issue will take ‘a few weeks’ to start resolving.

I do not currently make content as I left that in exchange for building other income streams and improving my life/mental health but that has largely only been possible due to the passive income I get from clip sales and a good ~80% or so of that was coming from IWC. Given that this could take up to a month or two more to resolve and it has already been happening, the financial fallout from this will be long and ‘considerably fucked’ to say the least.

Many of us are pretty badly screwed. I’m being optimistic and light with my speech here but please understand: this is pretty serious.

If you’re familiar with my blog you may know about all the work I’ve been doing to create a sustainable income for myself that works with my needs, and this sudden change is a hard blow at an extremely inopportune time after 2 years of this pandemic which has devoured my savings and left me in a tough position.

In the short term I am asking anyone who can comfortably do so to donate so that I can afford to live through this. Additionally, after Jan 1 2022 I probably won’t be able to as easily take donations due to the IRS changes. But here are my links:

p*yp*l.me/ellipsislux v**mo: awingedserpent c*sh**p: $moonseye

In the long term it would be very helpful if you could support my work/businesses:

Patreon to support me, my organizational work, ASMR, my recipes and writing as well as meditational videos

Onlyfans for QTBIPOC audiences where I post full meditations, pictures, and talk cultural/spiritual/sensual subjects

awingedserpent shop for intentional/cultural jewelry (like waist beads, earrings, bracelets and more)

and you can email me at iamthatwhich(at)gmail(dot)com to book live tarot, guided meditation, spiritual consultation and relaxational hypnosis sessions- see my site for more info.

Thanks for reading and have a peaceful week <3

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jovialjuggernaut-draws · 3 years ago

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RiddleBat Week Day 3: Unexpected Teamup/Hands

Edward had unusually dexterous hands.

It shouldn't have come as a surprise, really, what with the ease with which he picked locks, the sorts of fine precision work his gadgets must require, that thing he could do with handcuffs…

Still, though, Bruce found himself startled by it, having to remind himself not to stare at Edward's hands as he worked. It didn't help that the incessant chatter Edward kept up while they were in any sort of proximity hadn't faltered simply because they were on the same side suddenly, making Bruce's attention on the topic at hand begin to wane.

The topic at hand, of course, having nothing to do with Edward's damned hands.

"...distracted, Detective?" Edward was saying, an amused twist to his painted lips.

"You'd like that, wouldn't you?" Bruce accused, as though he wasn't right.

"I'm offended. Here I am, trying oh so hard to keep you alive, and you won't even do me the courtesy of listening when I speak. Now what, exactly…" Edward's hands slid across the tabletop, his long, pale fingers brushing the surface elegantly, until their progress was stopped by Bruce's proximity. He did an odd little dance with them, tapping out a rhythm right next to Bruce's arm, not quite touching but giving a little tease that he might- "...could be distracting you?"

With a start, Bruce realized he'd been found out, falling prey again to the strange hypnosis those hands had on his psyche. "I wonder. It certainly couldn't be the team of your Arkham cellmates that have been ruthlessly chasing me down, no. It would be impossible for me to be stressed about that."

"I suppose, then, it also couldn't possibly be the villain whose lair you've found your safety in, either, hmm?" Edward taunted, his hands returning to their previous work dismantling Joker's latest deadly punchline.

"Of course not," Bruce agreed, equally sarcastically.

"I mean… if it were that… you wouldn't be letting your guard down so much, now, would you?"

"Watching your hands isn't exactly letting my guard down," Bruce pointed out. "I'm keeping my eye on their every move."

"So, you admit it's my hands you're watching," Edward laughed.

Bruce realized his mistake too late. "Why wouldn't I be?" He tried to play it off. "Anything you try to do to me, you'll broadcast via your hands, first."

"Will I, now?" Edward adjusted his weight, stepping to circle around the table to get to the other end of the orange and purple hose still oozing caustic liquid-

The slight hiss of hydraulics was Bruce's only warning before the restraints closed around him, securing his ankles to the floor and his arms to his sides.

"You were saying?"

Bruce struggled, finding his brute strength no match for the thick bands of metal now locked around him. "This was your plan all along, wasn't it?"

Edward rolled his eyes, pacing across the room to pout, hip cocked, just in front of the captured Bat. "Hardly. I do genuinely want to help you out. A game's no fun with impossible odds, so I'm evening the playing field. This is merely to point out how foolish you're being."

Speech made, Edward's posture relaxed, his gaze sweeping up Bruce's form, considering. His fingers tapped against his arms where they crossed one another, before he unfolded them, movements slow and well-broadcasted, to walk those same fingers up Bruce's torso.

"So, Detective… what is it about my hands you find so distracting?"

Bruce couldn't answer, mouth gone dry. He couldn't be getting at… what I think he's getting at. Could he?

"What is it you're thinking of while you watch them, that's taking your mind so far from the very critical work we're doing here?"

"Nothing," Bruce managed to croak out. Edward's hands had paused against his chest, long fingers stretching across the bat-shaped symbol marking his heart, and he desperately wished his own words were true. "I'm not thinking of anything."

"Hmm." Edward tilted his head curiously, that curtain of dark hair sweeping out over his shoulder. "A pure meditative state, then? Fascinating… if I believed you, of course."

Those hands continued on their way, brushing teasingly up the sides of his neck, to pause at the edges of the cowl. Bruce panicked, for a moment, thinking Edward would simply remove it, reluctant though he'd been to do so in the past-

But then Edward was tugging him in for a slow, languid kiss, seeming far less surprised than Bruce himself was by the readiness with which it was reciprocated.

"Perhaps, Dark Knight, we will put my hands to good use later. When you're out of mortal danger. Hmm?"

And Bruce couldn't argue with a proposal like that.

#ugh tumblr desktop changed and now its obnoxious to move things over from googledocs #the italics are important!#riddlebat #batriddler #riddlebatweek22 #batman 2004

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vampoccult · 3 years ago

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Control || ada mesmer x reader

````````This fanfic will probably have multiple parts. I'm thinking at least 2. I'll post the update later on. There are NSFW mentions here and there. Next part will mostly be NSFW. MINOR MADE'''''''''''''''''''''''''''''

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She smelled like soft vanilla. A fragrance that simply could not be bought from a store. No, it was a natural scent that only seemed to come off of women that were always in control, always dominant.

You noticed the way she looked at you, far before she began to take action. You saw how she always seemed to stare. She looked like she wanted to be in control of your mind, your body.

You don’t think that you’d mind it, actually. Maybe it’d be good to let go.

But this was a job. Getting into relationships was the last thing on your mind. You had to keep focus for your family, for your livelihood.

One-night stands would do nothing but detriment that.

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She had cloudy dark blue eyes. They often seemed lost in thought, aside from the times it was something that she was interested in. Then, the cloudiness seemed to disappear completely. They even seemed to shine, just like the dark sky bright with moonlight. Whenever she was studying or conducting experiments about hypnosis, they would shine. Whenever she was around those she found interesting, they would shine.

Unfortunately (Fortunately? You don’t know the answer), they would shine around you, too.

You were her lab partner, assisting in her labs to the best of your ability. You tried staying focused, but you found her so, so distracting. How could a woman be so pretty? So beautiful. Her hair would probably be so soft to put your hands through…

Stay focused, you told yourself. It was difficult, though. You hated to admit it, but she seemed to already be in control before you had begun to notice.

Her eyes, oh how they sparkled. How could eyes that seemed so dark shine so brightly? The way she would smile at you. A soft look, something you’d never see when she was concentrating. It made you want to melt into her arms and thank her for the experience. She often spoke to you quietly, with a little hint of something domineering. Something that showed that she knew she was above her. You knew long before that she was the type, yet you couldn’t find the feeling to hate her.

Her hands were so soft. It felt like she had done nothing hard at work, but you had seen the things she had done for experiments, for the pursuit of knowledge. It made no sense how her hands turned out like that, but nothing Ada did made sense. Maybe it did in her mind, and soon it would in yours as well. She would often touch you, to signal her appearance. A light touch to your shoulder, or maybe a gentle push. Her love language was likely touch, but you could also counter with that maybe it was speech.

She never ceased to compliment you. Constantly insisting that it was needed, for you were too “sweet and pretty” to not be called out on it. A light giggle would often follow the compliment, which made you heat up. You would try your best to compliment back, as a way of thanks, but she would say that there was no need.

A light smile feathered over her face.

“It’s like being complimented by a Goddess. I can’t allow you to do that when you’re already so magnificent, now can I?”

It felt like time had stopped. You had never heated up so badly in your life. It felt like your entire body was on fire. She laughed at the sight, and you couldn’t help but chuckle lightly at yourself too.

The way she said it, with the way she looked, had yet to leave your mind.

She was already in control of your mind, it seems. You didn’t have the mind to care. —--

Her hands truly felt like fire with the way they spread across your body. It almost seemed like she had already mapped it out, with the way her hands slid through the curves. Maybe she really had mapped it out; as she was always staring.

Your mind felt like it had slowed down considerably, almost as if it were in a haze. You couldn’t think nearly as clearly as you could before. The only thought you had was Ada, Ada, Ada.

She had taken over your mind completely, as least for this period of time.

You knew it was too late when she had pressed her body up to yours, a sly smile on her lips. Her warm breath that smells like fresh mint had your mind clouding up before you could even ask what she was doing. Her dark blue eyes were so clear, just like the ocean during midnight. Her hands had drifted to your waist, holding you in place. She put her face near your ear, and for the first time since she started, you began to hear clearly.

“Ahh, you smell so good. New perfume?”, she said.

You felt yourself stuttering out a response, “Oh, n-no. No new perfume.” You couldn’t help but avert your eyes from her. You couldn’t help but think that if you did, you’d be stuck in her grasp for eternity.

She was almost similar to a siren, you thought. With the way her voice had you following.

You could hear her giggle softly, a cute sound you wouldn’t mind listening to. “I can’t help but find you amusing,” she started, her hands beginning to wander. “You’re awfully adorable. You wouldn’t mind it if I had you all to myself, would you?” Her body felt incredibly hot against yours.

You shook your head, a no being seen forming on your lips. Ada pressed her head into your neck, and her body shook slightly with laughter.

“I knew it would be easy… I think I’m going to have fun with you.” You could feel the smile on her lips.

The night would be long, you wondered.

#idv #idv ada #fanfic #idv x reader #ada mesmer #ada mesmer x reader #ill continue this later el oh el #next part coming soon #next part also has smut lmfao #this is short as shit #damn

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illfoandillfie · 4 years ago

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Kinktober Day 1: Rimming

Kinktober Masterlist | Regular Masterlist

Pairing: Ben Hardy x Fem!Reader

Words: 3,560

Warnings: Rimming, anal sex, some vaginal fingering, himbo Ben (mild unintentional hypnosis I guess)

A/N: Welcome to Kinktober! This is actually an idea i’ve been thinking about for quite a while. We’ve done himbo Rog and himbo Gwil so it only seemed fair to do himbo Ben and since he’s obviously an ass man......only made sense that he’d be into anal lmao. It seemed like the perfect fit for the first of these prompts. But this is the first time I’ve written (or even really thought about) rimming so I hope it’s okay!

“Geeze Ben, could you maybe close your porn next time. Didn’t really expect to see that autoplay when I woke the computer up this morning,” Ben snorted into his plate of eggs, “Which one was it?” “Something called Anal Punisher 3.” “Don’t know what you’re complaining about, that’s a good one.” His eyes twinkled teasingly and he poked his tongue out as you sat in front of your own plate. “I’m sure it is.” You chuckled, able to see the funny side now that you weren’t staring directly at close up of a porn stars arsehole, “Just not when I’m trying to check my emails on our shared desktop.” “As if you’ve never had a cheeky wank at that computer.” “That’s what I have a laptop for,” You laughed again, shaking your head. “Alright, fair play. I only left it up cause you got home early last night and I had to, um, clean up.” You rolled your eyes at the flimsy excuse. “And if you don’t want me watching Anal Punisher 3 then maybe you should let me punish your anal....arse....fuck, you know what I mean.” It was your turn to snort into your breakfast, Ben’s clumsy attempt at seduction nearly making you inhale the scrambled eggs. When you finally got yourself under control you said, “I don’t care if you watch it, just shut it down when you’re finished.” “Sorry love,” “But y’know, if you did want to anal arse fuck me tonight I wouldn’t say no.” Ben’s eyes lit up in excitement. He’d either not heard the joke you’d made at his expense or decided it wasn’t worth bringing up if the possibility of anal was on the table, “Serious?” “Serious. I’ll even put my plug in when I get dressed so we don’t have to spend as much time on foreplay.” “If I hadn’t already married you, I’d propose on the spot.”

But by the time Ben got home he seemed more interested in just cuddling on the couch. You’d done as you said you would and worn your plug all day, constantly thinking about what would happen later that night. Right up until Ben stepped inside yawning, when you snuck off to the bathroom to remove it, realising your plans were unlikely to go ahead. You’d half expected him to fall asleep on the couch after dinner but evidently, some part of him still wanted you. He tapped his thigh and beckoned you towards him, pulling you down so he could hold you close and kiss your shoulder. Soon enough that cuddling had turned to making out, you straddling his lap as you kissed him deeply, his large hands pulling you into him, stroking whatever bare skin he could find. Without thinking you dragged your fingers through his hair. He hummed in response so you did it again, your fingers creating small, firm circles against his scalp, drawing random patterns there as you focused on keeping your lips on his and your tongues entwined. Ben made soft pleased sounds as your fingers kept up their movement, almost moaning at the sensation. You could feel him getting harder under you as you carefully rocked your hips. “Benny?” “Huh?” His hands had begun to roam more, moving down to your arse, grabbing and squeezing as he pulled you against him. “Kinda got me excited here honey. Might wanna stop if you’re too tired to carry through,” “What?” He seemed nearly dazed, not properly comprehending what you were saying. You shifted your hand to his chest, drawing small circles with your finger, “I mean I’ve been thinking about you fucking me all day anyway.” “Think?” “Exactly, thinking about our conversation this morning. Remember? Anal Punisher 3?” “Anal?” It was still a question but there was a tone of excitement behind the dopey confusion. “You said you wanted to.... I kinda really want you to.” “Mmmm,” “I mean I get it if you’re too tired,” you said softly, stroking your palms over his biceps, “but I’m up for it now if you are. So, do you still want to?” “Mmhmm,” but as keen as he sounded, Ben didn’t seem inclined to move to the bedroom or even to begin to undress you. He was too caught up in feeling you up and trying to kiss you again. “Don’t you want me Benny?” He was slow to react, eyes still shut as he nodded, speech flowing like treacle “Want - you.” “You can have me.” You had to lean back to stop him from kissing you again. As much as you liked making out, you were getting eager for more and wanted to know where he was at. He nodded again, not seeming to hear you, and then, when he couldn’t immediately locate your lips again, opened his eyes. It reminded you of the time a few friends had dragged you and Ben to a hypnotists show. None of your group had been pulled on stage to experience the hypnotic powers the man claimed to have, but those who had been had all worn similar expressions to Ben. Eyes heavy lidded and almost glazed over and when they’d gone back to their seats you’d noticed that they seemed a bit dazed and confused. You’d not seen Ben look like that before. Well, maybe a bit dazed after you gave him a proper good blow job, but nothing to this extent. Not even when you edged him repeatedly. He tended to get whiny and loud rather than glassy eyed and dopey. Usually more talkative too, begging or moaning your name. This was something new.

Curiously, you stoked his hair back off his face and asked him how he felt, tugging lightly on the ends that reached the back of his neck. “Good,” he sighed softly, “Kiss?” You couldn’t deny him that when he’d asked so cutely, so you leaned in to kiss him again, letting him draw you in deeply for a moment. When the chance arose you let your lips slip from his, kissing along his jaw until you reached his ear, “What else do you want?” Ben hummed softly and then said, “Arse.” It was unusual for Ben to be so monosyllabic. Even when he was super horny and desperate for you, he could generally get most of a coherent sentence out. Nothing that would win any literary awards of course, but enough so you knew what he meant. “What do you mean Benny?” “Ummm....arse.....cock.” It sounded like it had been a struggle for him to even think of the two words he wanted but you couldn’t help but giggle, “Does that mean you want to fuck me?” “Yeah,” “Okay baby. But you have to do everything I say, understand?” Ben nodded. “Can you do what I say Benny? Be a good boy and follow my instructions?” He nodded again, “Yes. Please.” You kissed him once more, trying not to laugh too much, and then scooted off his lap. Ben whined as soon as the physical contact was broken. “If you want my arse we gotta move to the bedroom,” He frowned as if he didn’t quite understand but let you take his hand all the same and followed you to the bedroom.

Ben’s hands began to wander again when you stopped to open your bedroom door, grasping your hips and then dropping lower to rest against your behind. It was hard to ignore the tingle the light contact sent through you but you bit down on your rising need as you turned and grasped Ben’s hands, “Gotta wait for that Benny. Just a little longer.” You stepped back towards the bed and Ben smiled dopily as you pulled him along. “I mean I’m ready but not all the way. But if you help get me lubed up you can fuck my arse for as long as you want.” It was like a light turned on inside Ben’s mind. His eyes still had that unfocused look but they were wider and he was nodding enthusiastically. “You gonna undress me or should I start for you?” You laughed and when he didn’t immediately move you began pulling your shirt off over your head, too eager to wait. You reached behind you to unclasp your bra, “C’mon Benny. Help me out.” Ben blinked twice before he seemed to understand but was soon offering his help, pulling the bra from your arms, gently cupping your breasts as he revealed them, thumbs falling into a familiar rhythm rubbing back and forth over your nipples. Still moving slowly, Ben leaned in and kissed your throat, humming in response as you pressed your chest into his hands and sighed contentedly. But he clearly had something else on his mind because soon enough his hands fell, fingers picking at the waistband of your leggings. Indulging him you quickly shed your pants, turning so he could see the thing he really wanted as you stripped off the final layer of clothing. Ben watched intently as you wiggled your hips teasingly and eked the waistband of your knickers down a few inches. And then something changed.

You felt it in the air, a shift in energy, but even that wasn’t enough to prepare you as Ben growled and lunged forward, his hands tight on your waist as he lifted you onto the bed, barely giving you time to settle on your hands and knees before he dived in behind you. All you could manage was to gasp his name as he rushed to tear your underpants down your thighs. But your surprise at his sudden movement doubled as he spread your cheeks and buried his face between them. He’d licked you like that once or twice but only when he’d been eating your pussy and teasingly snuck his tongue elsewhere as you tried to recover from your orgasm. This was entirely different.

It felt similar to the vaguely tickly sensation he made you feel when he was helping you relax before a round of anal, when he would tease you with light strokes from his fingers until you were shivering and wanting more. But there was more heat to it. His breath hot and his tongue wet as he traced your hole. You felt like you’d been completely lit up from within, like he’d suddenly discovered a hundred more nerve endings than he usually hit. And adding to all the physical sensations of Ben’s fingers holding you open and his mouth exploring your darkest nooks, was the feeling of doing something properly filthy. You’d felt the same when you and Ben first tried anal, completely depraved at enjoying something so taboo. That feeling had lessened as you did it more, your enjoyment then stemming from Ben’s improved skills more than the act itself. But with your head against the sheets and your arse in the air you remembered why you’d liked feeling so downright dirty. It only heightened your desire and made every caress of Ben’s tongue sweeter.

Of course, best of all was just how into Ben was. You wondered how he could possibly be breathing when every second seemed to be taken up with moans and groans as he feasted on you. The noises started softly as he tantalized you with hard licks against your arsehole and the surrounding area. But as his tongue explored deeper, as he pressed into you, making your arse feel slick and hot with his drool and making your pussy throb, he got louder. He seemed to enjoy you more and more, as if he’d never eaten anything as satisfying in his life. That was enough to have you shaking. You were already wet from grinding against him on the couch but the ways he was touching you and how thoroughly he was enjoying it had you positively soaked. “Finger me Benny,” you gasped, trying to maintain some of the control you’d intended to have. Ben did as you asked, never able to deny you what you craved, but it wasn’t up to his usual standard. His fingers weren’t as deft as normal, moving awkwardly and out of time. It was as if his fingers were trying to work off of muscle memory alone, his mind too consumed with something else to take any notice of your cunt. With a needy whine you clumsily disentangled one fist from the sheets and batted Ben’s hand out of the way, replacing it with your own. Ben didn’t make any indication that he’d noticed you start touching yourself, except to tighten his grip on your arse, holding you firmly as you began to writhe against your fingers. He happily went back to gripping a cheek in each hand, pulling them wide to give himself better access to your arsehole. It seemed that wearing your plug had been a good idea because Ben found it easy to press his tongue into you, licking around and making your muscles tighten before withdrawing and sinking in again. And that stimulation plus your own fingers in your cunt made you moan wantonly into the bedding. Ben answered with his own long, loud moan of desire, sending a shiver along your spine. It was enough to tip you over the edge, your fingers massaging a spot within you as Ben rapidly tongued your hole.

You rode out your high before letting your fingers slip back to tangle in the sheets once more, but Ben showed no signs of stopping. He might very well have kept up the intoxicating performance all night if you hadn’t whined his name. Even that wasn’t enough to make him stop entirely, just slow down and hum. “Ben? Benny?” you gasped, as he readjusted his grip on you, “You gonna fuck me or what?” Ben groaned as if he didn’t want to stop tasting you but wanted to move on to other things as well. And you were on the verge of instructing him to get the lube when you felt his fingers. He reached under you, two digits carefully tracing along your cunt, sliding through the creamy evidence of your earlier orgasm. He didn’t break contact, his fingers just as softly sliding along your crack and up to your arsehole. And then they were pushing against the ring of muscle. Usually he’d take his time applying lube but he seemed too lost in the moment to remember it. You didn’t mind too much though. Lube might have made it a touch more comfortable but wearing the plug had helped loosen you up and Ben had thoroughly coated everything with his saliva and your own cum. His fingers breached you moderately easily, making you shiver and whine at the feeling of being filled again. “God it’s a good thing we do this a lot,” you half sighed, half laughed into the sheets, as Ben’s fingers sank another inch into you. Ben’s only response was to lean forward and lick around where his fingers were penetrating you, humming happily as he did so.

Ben seemed inclined to spend just as long fingering you as he did licking you, but the way his fingers moved inside you quickly had you worked up and eager for more. “God Ben. You’re hard right?” Ben only pumped his fingers into you faster but you took it as a yes. "So fuck me already. Please Benny,” It came out whinier than you’d expected so you cleared your throat and tried a proper demand, “I need your cock in my arse now Ben.” You weren’t sure it would be enough to get Ben’s attention. He seemed too engrossed in fingering you to even hear what you were saying. But thankfully, something broke through his blinders. Suddenly, his fingers disappeared. It was followed by the sound of his pants coming down and then you felt the head of his cock against your back entrance. “Wait,” You gasped, “Wait. Lube.” Ben repeated the word lube in a grunt, shifting hips slightly so he could run his shaft along your soaked cunt. You felt him between your lips, as if he were teasing you, sliding back and forth, coating his length in your juices. A moment later, he returned to your other hole, his hands on your hips to pull your arse back onto him. Ben let out a satisfied groan as he sank into you but you were panting roughly, almost seeing stars with how good it felt to finally be filled the way you wanted to be. Once or twice your breath hitched, the discomfort of his size pushing into you exacerbated by the lack of proper lube. But it wasn’t enough to truly bother, certainly not enough to stop. The fact that just seeing your arse had made Ben snap into an animalistic, almost feral demeanour had made you impossibly horny. And you were desperate for him to fuck you properly now he was fully sheathed in your arsehole’s tight embrace. Ben moaned at the feeling, vocalising your own desire. And then he said something. “What was that Benny?” you asked, unable to comprehend him. “Fuck....arse......hngggg.....arse.....” he said though you were sure you were missing something. But as nonsensical as it was it was still hot. Knowing Ben was so desperate for this, for you, knowing you could make him babble incomprehensibly. It was insanely hot. And then he began to fuck you. You whined and brought your hand to your pussy again, finding your clit, though Ben’s frantic thrusts made it hard to keep the contact consistent.

You screamed when you came, voice tearing out of your throat as Ben roughly pounded into you, his hips almost bruising hard against your arse. It was nearly impossible for you to breathe under so much pleasure and you panted for air as the orgasm subsided. But Ben was still going, still thrusting into you furiously, grunting with the effort as he neared his own release. You gasped his name and told him to cum, trying to not get swept away by the feeling of his cock moving inside you, wanted him to keep going almost as much as you wanted to feel his semen warm you from the inside out, and drip out of you. Your request was enough to make him shudder to a halt, his hands squeezing your hips tightly as he released himself with a groan. He thrust a few more times and your limbs gave out. You felt them wobble and then collapse under you, Ben’s body pressing you into the mattress as he sank down too, still trying to fuck you.

It took you saying his name twice before he stopped though he made a reluctant sort of a sound when he realised he had to pull out. “Well if you didn’t fuck me so well you probably could have gone on a bit longer,” you laughed as he, somewhat grudgingly, pushed himself to his feet. With a satisfied groan you rolled over and stretched your arm out to grab Ben’s hand so you could pull him onto the bed too. He lay on his front, sighing as his head fell into the crook of your neck, his body resting almost entirely over yours. You were half being crushed by his weight but you enjoyed it. It was comforting and warm and you softly drew your hands over his back as you caught your breath properly. Ben was quiet as he lay there until, some ten minutes later, he suddenly pushed himself to his knees, blinking at you. His eyes still had a vaguely unfocused appearance but the more he blinked the more normal he seemed. “Are you okay?” He asked slowly. You laughed and nodded, “More than okay. Lie back down, I’m too tired to sit up.” He compiled with your request, lowering himself again but this time on his back, “I have no idea what just came over me, babe.” With a sigh you shifted to your side, propping your head up on one hand, “What do you mean?” “All I know is I saw your arse and just needed it, more than anything else, more than air, I just wanted you.” “Gotta admit, it was a little unexpected,” you lay your palm on Ben’s chest, his skin still flushed and warm to the touch, “But ummmm, definitely didn’t hate it.” His hand landed gently on top of yours, holding you against his heart, “Did I use any lube at all?” “Only spit and my cum.” “Fucking hell. Are you sure you’re okay?” “It’s fine Benny. If I’d needed anything else I would have made you stop. If I’m honest....kind of made it hotter.” “Babe!” “Not in a weird way! I’m not going to let you get away without lube all the time.” You laughed, “Just knowing you wanted me so badly was nice.” “I always want you badly.” You patted Ben’s chest softly, your heart fluttering, “Does that mean you’d want to eat my arse again another time?” “You liked it?” “Well you were very thorough.” Ben groaned, throwing an arm over his eyes which just made you laugh again. “I did enjoy it,” you said softly, deciding to put him out of his misery, “Wasn’t necessarily expecting it but it felt really good.” “Well that’s something. I still don’t understand what just happened though.” “What’s that saying...Don’t look a gift horse in the mouth?”

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megurodivision · 3 years ago

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"You can't live a positive life with a negative mind."

Introduction

Yeong "Cain" Hajoon is the third and final member of the Meguro Division rap battle group, DOG STREET CLUB. He is often called by his MC name, 9-Dan. The former heir to the prestigious Cain family of Korea, Yeong abandoned both his family and name to live a life of freedom. Despite his easygoing and flirtatious attitude, this world-renowned model and dance instructor has more than his fair share of secrets.

Yeong is an attractive man in his mid 20s hailing from Korea. He is of mixed heritage, with his father being Japanese and his mother being Korean. He has light brown eyes with matching-colored hair that goes down past his neck. He stands at 6 feet, and weighing approximately 160 lb.

For his attire, he usually wears a white overcoat that is open, exposing his tattooed chest. He wears a pair of camo pants that are fastened by a black belt with a silver belt buckle and a pair of black boots. Lastly, he wears a pair of black fingerless gloves.

Name Meanings

Yeong (英) - brave, hero

Hajoon - Summer, great, talented

Aliases

"The Machine Gun"

Yeong-kun - His mother

Pretty Boy - His female fans

Sensei

Biographical Info

Gender - Male

Age - 25

Birthday - Dec 8th

Ethnicity - Half Korean/Half Japanese

Hair Color - Brown

Eye Color - Light Brown

Height - 183 cm/6'0"

Weight - 74 kg/164 lb.

Star Sign - Sagittarius

Piercings - Three silver loop earrings and a bronze stud in his left ear.

Markings - The majority of his chest and arms are filled with black flame tattoos. He also has a dog tattoo on the back of his right leg.

Family

Biological Mother

Biological Father

Voiced By - The Quiett (Rapping)

Fun Facts

MC Name - 9-Dan

Occupation - Model/Dance Instructor/Bouncer

Division - Meguro

Team - DOG STREET CLUB

Position - Third Member

Favorite Food - Tteokbokki

Least Favorite Food - Jajangmyeon

Likes - Modeling, Go, his former master, Taekwondo, beer, nightclubs, women, slow days, dancing, dogs, Japanese culture, easy assignments

Dislikes - His parents, hard assignments, being teased by people, insects, missteps, being told he's doing something wrong, moody people, doing extra work

Hypnosis Microphone

Yeong's Microphone is a Blackberry phone that is gold in color.

His Speaker takes the form of a Go board. In the middle of the board is a speaker, and surrounding it are a large number of black and white Go pieces.

His rap ability, Swift Action, has Yeong using his stamina to increase the speed of his speech patterns, confusing and disorientating his opponents, lowering their defense.

Yeong's rap themes are centered around the phrase, 'Don't worry, be happy.' Unlike his teammates, who often sing and rap about negative things like their pasts, Yeong's themes revolve around happiness and looking forward to a brighter tomorrow. His themes often revolve around partying, dancing, or generally just having a good time.

Personality

As his quote can no doubt infer, Yeong is a happy, go-lucky guy who takes life as it comes, not letting negative or bad things get him down. Unlike his broody teammates, it is almost impossible to not see him without a smile or a smirk on his face. If he isn't smirking, then you know the situation is bad. But such instances are few and far between, and the young model will do all he can to lighten the mood when the situation calls for it.

However, Yeong is also very cocky and conceited at times, often running his mouth, which gets him into trouble more times than not. He's been warned by this many times by his peers and friends, but has yet to correct it. Fortunately for him, he is not all talk, as he also has the skills to back up his smart mouth. However, he often questions why his workload is always increasing, but has yet to figure out that he is main reason for this.

Besides that, despite his positive attitude and outlook, that's not to say Yeong is perfect. In fact, believe it or not, the young male model has more than his fair share of secrets, which even his teammates don't know about. In actuality, he is ███████████████, and has █████████████████████. His reasons for this is unknown, and only time will tell what he will do.

Background

Yeong was born as the only heir to the prestigious and well-known Cain family in Korea. Ever since he could remember, he was always taught by his parents how he should act. He was taught what words to say, how to sit and walk properly, how to conduct himself in public, and much more. As a child, he didn't mind it, believing that this was just the way of things. But as he got older and saw how free most of the other kids in Korea were compared to him, he began to find his parents' rules and way of doing things stifling.

At the age of eight, he asked his parents could he take up martial arts as a hobby. Not surprisingly, his parents refused, not only because this wasn't how a child of nobility should act, but also because they were afraid he'd hurt himself. Four years later, at the age of 12, he again asked permission from his parents to learn Taekwondo, but again his parents refused. Upset at this, he argued that an heir should be strong, as well as smart. But still, his parents refused to relent. At wit's end, Yeong stated that he would leave the family if his parents wouldn't grant him his request. Seeing how serious he was, his parents had no choice but to acquiesce their wayward son.

Over the span of two years, Yeong prodigiously excelled in Taekwondo at 14, and even earned high marks by his grandmaster, Dong Hajoon, after going face to face with him in battle. Though he was stern, his master often showed Yeong moments of kindness and clarity. He also introduced the game of Go to the young teen, which Yeong would come to love. Growing older, the grandmaster also regarded the young Cain heir as a worthy successor of the school, even though as that was not even possible for him and the ecstatic Yeong, as the prestigious Cain family name was the very obstacle.

At the age of 16, he graduated high school early, earning himself a doctorate, pleasing his parents' greatly, who knew that Yeong would make a good successor to the family. However, to everyone's surprise there, Yeong stated that he renounced his family name and was going to live his life as he wanted. He then changed his last name from 'Cain' to 'Hajoon', honoring his old master.

Four years later, at 20, Yeong made the decision to █████████, wanting to experience something fun for once in his life. Every chance he got, he rebuked his family name, stating that, 'I'm not that person anymore.' Though he was a good fighter and listener, his penchant for disobeying rules and orders gave his senior officials more than a few headaches.

During his time there, he met and befriended LeAnn Chambers, a more careful and thorough agent than Yeong was. Though the two had trouble getting along at first, they eventually become friends after Yeong ██████████████████. It was there LeAnn saw that despite his personality, Yeong was actually a lot smarter than he let out. To pay him back, Yeong promised her to let him take her out a date, which LeAnn offered no comment.

A year later, Yeong received word that LeAnn had ██████████████████. Upset and not understanding her reasons, he decided to █████████, getting himself a full-body tattoo to blend in. It was there he met Vito, and soon after, Saji. Together, the three men made a dynamic unit together. After receiving an invite from Chuohku, Yeong decided to join up with his teammates, though neither of them know that ██████████████████. He hopes that it won't have to come to that...

Trivia

Though he loves his job as a model, he hates having to stand still for hours as he gets fidgety after a while.

He is glad he decided to learn Taekwondo as it helped strengthen his leg muscles for dancing.

His MC name is his Taekwondo rank that he obtained. It is his way of honoring his master.

He knows a lot of the female models in Japan due to his work, and is happy that he is one of the few male models out there cause 'he doesn't have to share the limelight'.

#hypnosis mic #hypnosis mic oc #hypmic oc #hypnosis microphone #hypmic #yeong hajoon #dog street club #meguro division

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chelsfic · 5 years ago

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Leftovers - Part 6 - Nandor the Relentless x Reader Fanfic

Previous parts: Masterlist

Summary: In which the reader and Nandor engage in some smut. There are lingering effects after the attack by the unknown vampire. A fight breaks out! And Fucking Colin Robinson can’t help himself when it comes to Scrabble.

A/N: Yeah, hi. It’s me. I spent all day struggling with this unwieldy beast and trying to shape it into something the least bit consistent. I really hope this holds up with the rest of the fic. I am also thinking that a vampire orgy is on the horizon, lol.

Warnings: Smut, Female Reader-insert, Reader is described as short and a roller derby player, lingering trauma from vampire attack, memory loss due to hypnosis

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The horrible, empty echo of erased memories is still with you when you wake, like a forgotten dream that nags at the back of your mind. Nandor sleeps like the literal dead beside you and the inside of the coffin is utterly dark. His presence wraps around you. His solid body is a comfort and his scent fills the enclosed space--earthy and spicy with an edge of coppery-blood-soaked menace. It should raise the hairs on the back of your neck. Your primitive instincts should be screaming at you to run. Instead you draw closer to him, resting your head beside his, close enough for your breath to warm his lips.

The moment is quiet and still, despite the frantic beat of your heart as you recall the softness of his lips on yours and the proud, possessive audacity of his hands on your body. You think Nandor’s kisses must be at least as addictive to you as your blood is to him. Ever since that frenzied, blood-drunk makeout session you’ve had the memory of it running on repeat in the undercurrent of your thoughts. But, Nandor? Does he...want that outside the context of blood letting?

There’s only one way to find out, chicky, Nadja would say.

You lean forward, pressing your mouth to his cool lips, marveling at the contrast with your sleep-warmed skin. For a long moment he remains unmoving... dead to the world. You dart out your tongue and stroke it along his full lower lip, thrilling when you brush the wicked point of a fang. Your hands cup over his bearded cheeks, and you drag your fingers along his jaw as he gradually stirs beneath your touch. He wakes with a deep groan that rumbles up his throat and into your kiss. His lips move with yours now, parting to admit your seeking tongue. He catches your bottom lip in his teeth and nibbles gently, eliciting a pleased squeak from you.

“Nandor...” you pant. He’s fully awake now. His hand roams down your side, into the dip of your waist and over the round curve of your hips.

“Mortal,” he answers you, dragging his fangs along your lips with a shudder that wracks his frame. He brings his other hand up between you and brushes the tips of his fingers over your lips, “I can feel your blood. Here, and…”

He reaches down and just barely presses his flattened palm over the aching heat between your legs.

“...here,” he finishes.

Your breath falls from your lips in a shaky gasp. His touch is frustratingly light but thrilling all the same. You roll your hips forward, seeking the friction your body craves and Nandor obliges you, snaking his hand between your thighs to cup your sex and rub you through the fabric of your shorts.

“I want you, Nandor,” you hiss in pleasure, peppering kisses to his lips, his cheeks, his nose. It’s a declaration and one you’re not sure he’ll accept.

His mouth curves in pleasure at your admission. He wants to plunge himself inside of you and tear into your neck, erasing the foul touch of that unknown vampire. You’re his human. A growl rips from his throat at the thought.

He lowers his lips to brush against the shell of your ear as he barely whispers, “When I am with you I feel like I did with 35 of my 37 wives…”

He captures your earlobe between his teeth, letting his fang break the skin with a stinging little pinch while at the same time increasing the pressure of his hand against the bundle of pulsing nerves between your legs.

“...I feel as though I could never set another peasant aflame and...still be happy…”

He closes his lips around the tiny wound and sucks, moaning with the heady ambrosia of your virgin blood as you ride his hand.

“You’re in the habit of lighting peasants on fire?” you laugh shakily, your breath coming in heaving gasps.

He laughs haughtily, “I’ve killed a thousand peasants and drunk a thousand virgins, my human.”

Okay, pillow talk could use some...work. It doesn’t matter anyway because you soon lose your power of speech and resort to burying your face in the crook of his neck, breaking his hold on your earlobe in the process.

When Guillermo throws open the lid of the coffin you’re clinging to Nandor’s body with his hand buried between your thighs and a completely obvious moan dying on your lips.

Guillermo’s mouth falls open in shock and you jump away from Nandor, scrambling over the side of the coffin and burning in mortification when you notice the camera crew lurking in the open doorway.

“Guillermo!” Nandor shouts. “Haven’t you ever heard of knocking?”

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“So...things are getting a little complicated with the human…”

Nandor is still seated in his coffin, one arm draped casually along the rim, and addressing the camera with an uncomfortable grimace.

“It’s like, do I want to drink her or do I want to do the sex with her?”

He looks off to the side, shaking his head in confusion. After a moment he finally climbs out of the coffin, standing and revealing the massive erection tenting his trousers.

“I wonder where Laszlo is…?”

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There’s a saying in the derby world. “Roller derby will save your soul.” Sure, it might ruin your knees, break your nose, and deplete your bank account. But when you’re skating on the track with your league you can let go of everything else in your life for a little while.

The nagging black hole in your memories from the rave went away while Nandor touched you. But it returns with a vengeance soon after and you arrive at practice with a headache and a foul mood. Tonight is contact drills. Thank god. You really need to hit something.

You go through the motions of warming up, tossing greetings to your fellow skaters and letting yourself be in the moment. Your body knows these movements like the lyrics to a favorite song. You’re strong, fast and in control. Everything that you weren’t last night when...whoever it was attacked you and stole your memory. By the time you break a sweat you’re grinning with exhilaration.

You run through drills, losing yourself in muscle memory. The night ends with a short scrimmage and you on your ass after a truly impressive hit from one of the new skaters. The girl looks horrified that she’s hurt you but you just laugh it off, slapping your wrist guard to hers in congratulations.

By the time you step off the bus and make your way up to the front door of the house you’re feeling loose and pleasantly sore. And hardly frustrated at all after your interrupted moment with Nandor this evening.

Hardly at all.

As soon as you step inside Guillermo rushes up to you with a frantic look on his face.

“Nadja and Nandor are going to kill each other!” he cries.

Can you never have a nice, peaceful evening in this house? Maybe a game of Scrabble or a movie night?

All the vampires are assembled in the library and Nandor and Nadja are both floating in the air furiously hissing at one another like a couple of street cats.

“YOU BLOODY, SLUG-FACED ASSHOLE!” Nadja shouts, clawing out her arms and flying towards Nandor, who throws out a kick and sends her crashing into the opposite wall.

“Nandor!” you shout, disgusted. “What is going on!? I leave for a few hours and all hell breaks loose?”

“HUMAN! Tell your snake-ass boyfriend I am not to blame for what happened last night!” Nadja cries, breaking into a hiss as Nandor flies at her with murder in his eyes.

“Stop it, Nandor!” you shout, dropping your gear bag and reaching up to snag his ankle as he floats by. Rather than slowing him down as you intended, you end up getting dragged along the floor in his wake as he chases Nadja out into the hallway.

“Gaaah!” you shriek, hanging on to him and trying to dig your heels into the floor to slow him down. When that doesn’t work you forcibly pull yourself up his leg, grabbing onto the thick belt at his waist and climbing until you’re wrapped around him piggyback-style. You clamp your hands over his eyes and shout, “Stop!”

“Fu-cking human!” Nandor curses, reaching up and prying your hands off his eyes. “You stop it or I’ll drain you right now. I mean it!”

The threat falls flat, considering he’s currently in an apparent fight to the death over your safety and honor…

“If you kill Nadja I’ll never kiss you again...or any other stuff!” you growl, digging your fingers into his thick hair and giving it a yank. He hisses and swats at your hands.

Nandor actually pauses to consider your words, looking over his shoulder at you in hesitation before scoffing, “Psssk, you can’t resist my dark power, human. Now shut up and let me kill our roommate!”

Nadja has retreated up to the vaulted ceiling above the main entryway and Nandor surges upward after her.

You shriek in terror, “I’m afraid of heights, you jerk!”

“I’LL RIP OUT ALL OF YOUR DIRTY PUBIC HAIRS AND SHOVE THEM IN YOUR EYEBALLS YOU--!”

Just as Nandor is about to collide with your astonishingly imaginative vampire mama, Laszlo barrels out of nowhere and rams into him with a dramatic cry, “I say, keep your hands off my lady wife!”

Nandor launches backwards and crashes against the wall, crushing you and knocking the wind from your lungs in the impact. You both crumple onto the upstairs balcony. Nandor recovers at once, making ready to jump into the fray, but you’re lying on your back, coughing and wheezing as you try to get in a breath.

“Stupid...jerk...vampires! Knock it off!” you gasp.

Nadja flies down from her perch to land at your side with a moue of concern.

“Poor, baby,” Nadja coos over you before turning on Nandor. “Now look what you’ve done, donkey dick!”

Nandor kneels on your other side and whines, “I did nothing! It was Laszlo!”

You lift yourself up onto your elbows and eye both vampires with as much exasperation as you can summon.

“Enough! Nadja...I forgive you for leaving me on my own. I know how horny you are--”

“Thank you, human,” she sniffs.

“Nandor...stop trying to kill Nadja,” you order, trying to instill the tone of authority into your voice that comes so naturally to him.

He rolls his eyes and pouts but finally murmurs, “Fine.”

“Good…” you sigh, getting to your feet with a moan of pain. “I’m gonna go lay in bed with an ice pack on my ass. Try not to kill anyone--er, well...at least try not to kill each other…”

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After a shower and some icing of the blossoming red and purple derby bruise on your right butt cheek, you make your way downstairs to find that Nadja, Laszlo and Nandor have all gone out hunting. Colin is sitting by himself in the library with his newspaper and Guillermo is tucked away in his room, talking to his mom on the phone.

“Hey,” you greet Colin as you gingerly drop down onto the couch. “Do we have any board games? Maybe Scrabble?”

A grin spreads across Colin’s lips and you miss the sheen of blue hunger in his eyes as he replies, “I think I’ve got an old Scrabble set around here somewhere…”

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“...And then in 2017 it was David Eldar who took home the championship. But, of course, today the reigning champion is still Nigel Richards. But what’s really fascinating about competitive mind sports, like Scrabble--”

“What the fuck!” Nandor appears in the doorway of the library and you immediately turn to him and make grabby hands.

“Save me!” you implore dramatically.

Colin snickers under his breath, “Sorry, Nandor, I couldn’t help it. There’s just something about Scrabble that really gets me going…”

“Fucking Colin Robinson…” Nandor mutters darkly as he trails you up the stairs, following you right into your room and shutting the door on the camera crew behind him.

You plop down onto your bed, wincing a little with the pain of your massive bruise. When you glance up at Nandor you notice a splash of red blood on his chin.

“Have a nice...hunt?” you ask, trying and failing to sound nonchalant.

Nandor grins and perches beside you on the bed with a sweep of his cape.

“Jealous?” he questions with a smug smirk that bares his fangs.

Yes.

“No,” you insist. “I like my blood right where it is, thanks.”

Nandor narrows his eyes and needles, “Really...” His gaze falls to rest on the thrumming pulse of your throat. “Are you sure you don’t prefer it on my lips...or my tongue…?”

He crawls over you and the dark curtains of his long hair cascade down around your face as he bends to lay a kiss along your jaw.

“No biting!” you insist and he pulls back with a pout.

“Not even just to wash the taste of those joggers out of my mouth? They tasted like shit!” he complains.

You really shouldn’t be pleased that he prefers the taste of your blood over others but…

“You’re getting spoiled,” you grumble, reaching up and idly playing with his hair. “But you’re very pretty…”

Nandor settles down beside you and pulls you onto his chest, running his hands over your back and down to the curve of your backside with a lecherous leer.

“You’re the one who’s spoiled. I should have left you in the human cell to feed on when I choose…”

The threat is comically empty.

You roll your eyes at him and squirm up to press a kiss to his bearded chin, “Yeah, but then I’d probably be dead by now...and you wouldn’t have someone to smooch and cuddle in your coffin, so…”

He cups your face in his hands, drawing you back down and pressing his mouth to yours in a long, passionate kiss that erases the taste of jogger’s blood from his tongue.

“I suppose that there are certain benefits to mercy…”

Nandor picks up where you left off in his crypt. He kisses you senseless, until you’re a squirming bundle of need and then he finally reaches down between you and pushes his large hand down the front of your shorts and into your wet folds. His hands may have been made to hold a sword in battle, to bring pain and death, but they are also capable of the utmost tender and skilled care as he works you into a keening frenzy on top of him. You wail with the intensity of the orgasm that crashes through you and he keeps his hand on you, rubbing and stroking your oversensitive flesh until it almost hurts.

His erection juts between your bodies, obscenely obvious through the thick fabric of his trousers. You’re still breathless with the force of the pleasure he’s given you when you make your first shy, tentative advances. As soon as your warm hand presses against him through his pants Nandor let’s out a fierce growl and he grabs your wrist, directing you to apply more pressure, rutting himself against your little hand. You reach for the waist of his pants with your free hand, tugging at it and fiddling with the absurd number of buttons until he finally assists you, opening his fly and reaching in to free himself.

Nandor’s smile is goofy and pleased with himself as he watches your virgin eyes roam over the impressive length of him. You reach out to touch. He’s thick and heavy in your hand. Your touch is feather light, experimental, hesitant. You watch as his eyes fall closed and his lips part. Nandor the Relentless is at the mercy of his mortal pet. Your touch grows firm, more confident. He fists his hands into the sheets and pants out the faintest, needy cries of pleasure until he’s twitching and shaking in your hand with his own release. The cold spurt of his seed falls over your fist and stains the rich fabric of his tunic.

Now that it’s over you’re unaccountably shy. You tuck yourself into his side and hide your face in his shoulder as he recovers himself. You fall asleep like that, clinging to him. And for the first time in centuries Nandor sleeps outside his coffin, curled protectively around you.

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You’re sitting cross-legged in the high-backed armchair across from the camera man. His question hangs in the air and you pull the hood of your sweatshirt up, tugging on the drawstrings to hide your face as you answer.

“Yeah...I’m still a virgin.”

Memories of the previous night swirl through your head and you tighten the drawstrings until only your eyes peer out from the hoodie.

“...for now.”

---

“Guillermo!” Nandor shouts from his crypt. “I have clothes for the washer woman!”

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A/N: Ugh---please send me soft, nice things. I’m entirely unsure if I’m happy with this. The only part I know I love was the fight scene with Nadja and Nandor.

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@festering-queen @glitterportrait @kandomeresbitch @scuzmunkie @redwoodshadows

#nandor #nandor the relentless #nandor x reader #nandor the relentless x reader #nandor imagine #nandor the relentless imagine #nandor the relentless fanfic #what we do in the shadows #what we do in the shadows fanfic #wwdits fanfic #kayvan novak

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thetravelingmaster · 4 years ago

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Tactile Induction

“Please?” she asked sweetly as she swayed her ass invitingly. “Do it again...” I smiled as I admire her soft skin.

“Are you sure?” I said and she immediately nodded. “You understand that every time I put you under like this, I play around in mind.”

“I know...” she whispered shyly.

“And you understand that every time I do, I only have one goal.”

“I understand...” she said in her pillow, but I could tell she was smiling.

“So you know that my goal is to guide your mind to a place that will make it impossible for you to resist my desires...”

��Yes... I know...” she said in her pillow, too shy to said it loudly. “My goal is to make you my plaything... You understand this?” “Yes...” she said. “ I understand all that...” “And you still ask me to do it to you again?” She only nodded in her pillow. “May I ask why you want me to do it once more?” “Because...” she said as she buried her face in her pillow. “I want to experience it again... It feels so incredible... I… I want more.” “Ok then...” I said. “As long as you understand where this will lead you...” Her head lifted up with obvious excitement as she smiled at me. I chuckled as I moved to the edge of the bed, right at her feet. She looked back and bit her lip. “You know what to do... Just lie your head down and take a deep breath...” I had to refrain from laughing as she did the opposite as she giggled in anticipation. She took a large breath, seemingly to calm her excitement, before plunging her head in the pillows in front of her. I waited for her to take a few more calming breaths before I spoke again. My voice needed to feel calm and relaxing to her. My speech was slow and measured as my voice dropped lower. I took a deep breath to relax my own beating heart and started. “Take a few deep breaths and let yourself relax... Breath in...” I said as I waited for her to take it. “Breath out... Let the air our slowly... Take your time... Let your lungs drain as your breath softly escapes your lips...”

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thepurplequeenofwitchcraft · 4 years ago

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DAY 4. DUKE DANTALION.

Duke Dantalion is a night demon. He is a spirit of knowledge, empathy, passion, love, emotions and intellect. He is an demon of the mind.

Abilities:

* He teaches all art & sciences

* He teaches how to achieve alternative states of consciousness (OOBE, Lucid dream, higher states, past life reading, hypnosis etc.) and he can accompany you during them.

* He can help you open astral senses or knowledge of something that you want to know.

* Teaches persuasion, manipulation, lies, flirt, good speeches, relations, mind control, generally all social skills.

* He can heal/or help you with low self-esteem, negative thoughts, neuroses, depression, other coded wounds in the subconscious.

* He can suddenly put you in a state of deep peace and relaxation, and show you how to do this with your mind (He also knows a word which makes your mind calming down).

His planet is Venus and his tarot card is 9 of cups. His metal is copper and his direction is North. Water is his element. His color is green and his plant is Honeysuckle. Incense is Sandalwood.

His Enn: Avage ayer Dantalion on ca.

Energy (how to recognize): His energy is very strong, focused and deep. You can feel the multidimensional planes of his being and it’s very characteristic. It is very penetrating, surrounding you from all sides and you may feel like your mind is a bit underwater. Generally, his energy is quite psychedelic and the effects are different. After, you may feel on high (like after good marijuana) have a headache or just feel weird. If you look closer, you will also feel great calm from his essence.

Tips for working: Take it slow. This spirit can make you very obsessed (u feel these nights when you were searching the entire internet to find him and you didn’t know why?) Look through your thoughts and set your clear goal - if you want to find him try invoke him or meditate, but don’t rush. Follow your goal not obsession. Dantalion will not run away from this world.

If you want to start relationship with him, prepare for patience again. At the beginning he’s formal, cold and not very emotional. He must find a place for you and adapt. (he’s a real thinker) Show the heart, he will show it too.

He doesn’t like work alone. If you’re this type and you prefer sit and wait when the spirit will end all his work, this may take a long time (except when these aren’t big things, then no problemo) Otherwise, He may start to make sure you’re still planning to pay him, and everything will be slower. (He non stop must watch what’s going on).

Get ready for a tests - he can test your intellect or your transparency in thinking.

Speak directly. He has sense of humor, don’t worry, but sometimes he takes words a bit too literally…

He’s not a demanding spirit. Just give him something from your heart or what you think is valuable.

When you did invocation/prayer and you don’t feel his presence that doesn’t mean he wasn’t there. He usually sees everything with his eye and even he may already work with you but you don’t feel it consciously. He likes working behind the curtain.

He’s a good guardian when it comes to safety with people.

Sometimes he acts weird and unexpected. People do strange things, your cat began to like him more than you, one time he wants to talk and the other he prefers to sleep, he walks on the wall, whispers strange things and this day he prefers eat pizza than classy alcohol. Can encourage you to play. It’s just his complex nature.

Dantalion is a djinn, demon, fallen angel, dark angel - he’s everything. Name as you want.

He may look nice and with good heart but he also HATES. He really gets pissed off and can destroy your life very hard when you think you shouldn’t give him what have you promised earlier (and then there’s no empathy at all …)

He’s a very loyal boy if your work was successful. He can come back to you even after a year without contact.

His attributes/symbols are - eyes/eye, faces, crown, books, the speaker, the judge, Judge’s stuff of high social rank, scepter, psychedelic waves/smoke, dandelions, brain, mask, mirror, water, clouds, the priest (absolutely not about religion but more about education and speaking to people)

It’s easy to offend him. He has big ego. Know your way and know what you want but unnecessary words can cause an awkward atmosphere. Get upset, but continue anyway with determination. Let it be rational and intelligent talk.

#thepurplequeenofwitchcraft.#Duke Dantalion.

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jaybug-jabbers · 4 years ago

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All-Glitch Pokemon Blue Run Pt17 (Final): A Whole New World

Professor,

You've always nagged-- uh, I mean, informed-- me about the importance of taking copious, detailed notes about everything, for the importance of research and records. So even though you were in the audience that day, I'm sending you my report about my fight with the Elites.

I know you strongly advised that I train a little more before taking them on. After all, the team was only at level 40. I agree that was a little low. You told me I was being rash and impatient, and maybe I was, I don't know. But I knew my team felt ready. They were so eager to fight for me, and I believed in them.

So I entered the arena, and faced off against the first: Lorelei. I won't lie; she was so easy it was almost trivial. Wobbles' Thunderbolt wiped out almost all her pokes in a single hit. Lapras needed two hits, but it was still easy to tank a Hydro Pump from it. The only uncertainty was Jynx, but after paralyzing it, Charmed could deliver a Fire Blast to its face.

In almost no time at all, I was already in Bruno's chamber. At least this fight took a little longer, but we still weren't working up a sweat. I opened with Jasper to face his Onix. Jasper had been training for this. He'd taken out countless Onix on Victory Road. This one went down like all the others. Hitmonchan was next. I paralyzed with Gia first, but then Bruno started to use X-Defends. I pondered this. It meant I wanted to use some decent Special attacks. Only two of my pokes really had decent Special, of course-- Wobbles and Charmed. I switched Wobbles in, although he caught a hefty Counter to the face for it. Still, he cleared the Hitmonchan out no problem. Next up was Hitmonlee, and I was able to clear it out with Giago, bashing away with Strengths. There was a second Onix, but Jasper wiped it out as easily as the first. The ace was Machamp. While this pokemon is known as an absolute beast of an attacker, he simply doesn't stand a chance against Giago's raw bulk and defenses. She simply shrugged the attacks off and took the pokemon down.

On to Agatha. Things were finally starting to get more difficult. I opened with Jasper, since he knew Earthquake. She started with a Gengar. After a Screech and two Earthquakes, Jasper was able to take the ghost out, since the Gengar didn't use particularly wise moves. Next was Golbat, but it was a trifle with Wobbles' Thunderbolt. Haunter was also easy for Jasper: after a Screech it only needed one Earthquake to go down. Before it left, though, it used a Confuse Ray. When Arbok came in, it was a little more serious for Jasper. The snake used Glare and now Jasper was both confused and paralyzed. Earthquakes did some damage, but not tons. What's worse, Arbok was Screeching and using Acid, so Jasper's defense kept dropping. Jasper finally went down to a Bite before he could finish the job he started. But he left the Arbok rather low of health and easy pickings for a revenge attack. Charmed did this handily.

Then was the final Gengar. I started with a Thunder Wave from Gia. The Gengar chose to poison Gia. Honestly, that was a blessing in disguise; I didn't want to deal with Hypnosis and Dream Eater. Giago chipped away with the only move she could use, Surf, but it was slow going due to Gengar's massive Special. Eventually Gia succumed to the growing Toxic damage. I sent Dusty in next and it was very much the same story: Get hit by Toxic, chip away with Hydro Pumps, eventually go down to Toxic. To my irritation, Agatha then used a Super Potion. I brought in Charmed and Fire Blast things, but run out of Fire Blast and have to resort to Embers. Then Agatha uses a Super Potion AGAIN. I start to grow aggravated as Charmed goes down to Nightshade.

Thankfully, Fractal comes in and saves us from this annoying battle. A well-aimed Fly ends the fight.

Agatha admits defeat rather begrudingly, but tells me to keep going.

At long last, I reached the final Elite chamber. It belonged to Lance, the dragon tamer. He took some time to wax poetic about how rare and difficult dragons are to find and train, claiming them to be the superior pokemon typing that will dominate all others. I smirked at him.

"Best not rest on your laurels. A new and even more powerful pokemon type could always come along, you know."

The guy chuckled. He told me,

"Yes, I've heard people talking about your so-called 'glitch' pokemon. Personally, I'm not sure if I believe your story."

I reached for my pokeball and told him it was time to see for himself.

Thankfully, Lance's opening pokemon was a pushover. As intimidating as Gyarados was, it collapsed like a wet paper towel to Wobbles' Thunderbolt. Dragonair was made of sterner stuff, though. I decided to play it safe and start by Thunder Waving with Gia. Then I switched to Jasper. A Screech and a couple Earthquakes are all that's needed, although it helped a great deal that Dragonair missed its Hyper Beam. I don't know if even Jasper could have dealt with that kind of hit.

I met the second Dragonair with the same Thunder Wave treatment. Then I sent Dusty in, hoping to chip away with Ice Beams. Unfortunately, Dusty never gets her chance. She goes down immediately. However, Wobbles can clear the dragon away with Aurora Beam.

The fourth pokemon is an Aerodactyl. Like the others, I Thunder Wave, and then I tell Jasper to chip away with Hydro Pumps. Of course, Jasper is more of a physical attacker, but it did some damage. When Jasper fainted, I sent Charmed in to try out some Fire Blasts. It helped wear the Aerodactyl down some more, but it wasn’t not enough. However, at this point, Fractal could finish things off, smashing through the rocky beast at high speeds.

Lance sent out his ace, Dragonite.

Same old story-- I open with Thunder Wave. Then I use some Strengths. It's a bit slow going, but Giago, like Jasper, is more about the long game and survivability. Eventually Gia wears that dragon down to about 1/4 of its health. Then Gia falls. I think I can bring Fractal in to finish things.

But then, Lance uses a Super Potion. It's a slap to the face, honestly. I'm still not sure why using potions during a battle is officially allowed in the rulebook.

My Missingno falls to the Dragonite, and I'm down to just Wobbles.

I tell Wobbles to use Aurora Beam. Wobbles turns and starts glowing bright.

But then, something horrifying: Dragonite moves first. It launches itself bodily towards Wobbles.

I watch helplessly. I know Wobbles' defense is paper-thin. I had been counting on Wobbles outspeeding the paralyzed dragon. But the problem was, it had used so many Agilities that it was faster now.

The dragon careens toward us, a massive brute compared to the tiny body of Wobbles. I think it's over.

But then, in the last moments, Wobbles somehow manages to slip past. The dragon crashes loudly onto the ground.

Then Wobbles aims, and he fires.

When the dust settles, Lance is forced to eat his words. He accepts his loss, and he's forced to admit that my glitch pokemon are actual, real things, and not some fanciful delusions.

I think it's finally done. I'm mentally preparing my victory speech. But Lance doesn't concede that I am the new Champion. Instead, he smiles sort of smugly, and tells me there's one more person I must face.

And it's Professor Oak's freaking grandson.

I had to take a five-minute breather first. I healed up my team and tried to psyche myself up. All things considered, these Elites hadn't been too terrible to face. But I was starting to grow a little weary, and that last dragon battle had been pretty close.

On the other hand, this was Oak's grandson. I mean, how hard could he be? I had spanked him just before heading up Victory Road, so it was doubtful he'd gotten much stronger since then.

So we headed back out there, onto the Champion's stage. Blue gave me some grand speech about his journey, about all the things he'd learned as he helped out Oak, and how he'd assembled a team that would beat any Pokemon type.

I just laughed and asked him, "Are you sure about that?"

He seemed annoyed and told me they could beat even "my pack of freaks."

Done wasting time, I sent my ace out first. He deployed his Pidgeot. It honestly was pathetic; Wobbles blasted the thing clean out of the sky.

He sent his Alakazam out next, though, and I was a little more cautious about that. Like before, I used Giago to paralyze it, and then tried chipping away at it. Gia never had stellar Special, so she goes down. However, just like before, Fractal's devastating attack strikes the powerful Psychic pokemon down. Fractal might be a glass cannon and easy to underestimate, but when you get in his line of fire, you'd best look out.

Next was Rhydon, and I sent Dusty out. To my wonder and joy, Dustdevil solos the Rhydon with Hydro Pumps. I cheered, happy that Dusty was contributing too.

Arcanine comes out next, and although Dusty does her best with Hydro Pump, she quickly folds to the fire dog's strength. I sent Jasper out, and try again with Hydro Pump. Jasper's Special may not be better than Dusty's, but as a sturdy fellow, he could stand up to the dog's strikes until he blasted it with enough water.

Next out is Exeggcute. Charmed has her time to shine, and engulfs the tree in a ball of flame.

Finally, it's Blue's ace, Blastoise. Giago had fainted at that point, so there was no help from paralysis here. I sent out Fractal to do some damage, but he goes down quickly. Dusty as well. Jasper is weakened from his fight with Arcanine and also falls. It's down to a weakened Charmed and Wobbles.

I don't bother sending Charmed out. I knew that her Slashes and fire moves weren’t going to be enough. A fire lizard against a water turtle just isn't a wise move. So really, it's up to Wobbles, my starter.

Thankfully, thankfully-- Wobbles outspeeds. Even more thankfully, Wobbles is able to OHKO the Blastoise with one Thunderbolt.

And then, we'd done it.

There was so much shouting and jubilation from the crowds after that, that it's a bit of a blur. I know Oak rushed down to the arena to talk to us. I remember Oak saying he was proud of how much I'd grown since I'd left with his little Charmander. I can't believe I'm saying this, but I'm pretty sure Oak still had no idea there was something off about my pokemon. Like, was he sitting in the far back or something? Does this guy have vision problems? I don't know, but I didn't have the heart to tell him that the little Charmander he'd given me was quite a bit different now. As in, I'd raised it and then hybridized it with a Charizard'M. I figured it was fine, though-- he didn't really need to know.

You know what happened after that-- the talk we gave together to the public about glitch pokemon. But when it was time to officially register myself and my team in the Hall of Fame, I went to the room alone with Oak. So I'll tell you what happened.

It was short and simple. Oak gave a brief speech, ceremonial stuff. Then we put my pokeballs into a machine.

The machine displayed the records on a screen. It looked like this:

The machine didn't seem to really process the glitch pokemon correctly, so it displayed the same confusing jumble of pixels for each of them. Unfortunately, Charmed's natural cloaking abilities were so strong, the machine failed to even recognize her and generate a record for her. That's really unfortunate, since she did contribute to the team! Maybe in the future, though, we can adjust the equipment to understand glitch pokemon.

By the end of it, the machine was emitting a strange sort of noise-- I think Dusty messed with its audio settings. It seemed to unnerve Professor Oak, but he carried on with the ceremony anyway.

And that was it. I'd become Champion of Kanto.

It’s all so strange to think about. This summer hasn’t turned out at all like I had expected it to. I’m visting mom at home today, in Pallet Town. When I woke up this morning and laid there, thinking about the events of yesterday, I had to wonder for a moment if it was all a dream.

I’m just a Bug Catcher from Pallet Town. I spent my days catching Weedles and Caterpie and just wandering Viridian Forest. This whole world of glitch pokemon and all the bizarre things to come out of it . . . this strange reality I stumbled into, it’s well beyond anything I would have even imagined. And it carried me further than I ever would have thought.

I know, I’m just rambling now. I’ll stop. I know we still have a lot of work to do-- now more then ever. Now that we’ve revealed to the world the truth about glitch pokemon, they need us to help explain and understand them. It will be a massive change for everyone.

And this all started because I couldn’t stop wondering what hid in the grass beyond the fence in Pallet Town. It’s funny, really. Now that I know the answers, I just feel . . . more excited then ever.

-Junebug

#pokemon #glitch pokemon #pokemon glitching #glitch run #pokemon playthroughs #mycontent

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hoeiplier · 5 years ago

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Okay so- this is kinda specific so I’m sorry, and you don’t have to do it lol, but like- one of the egos has been hypnotized, and there’s these swirls and colors in their eyes, and another ego comes across them and tries to use them but ends up getting hypnotized THEMSELVES by those colors and stuff, idk jdjxjx

this is a ,,,,,cute idea uwu also sorry its unedited and shit skjdnfkjsfnkgj havent written in ages ~mod ghostie

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“It worked! I...I mean, of course it worked!” Henrik laughs breathlessly. Pulling the pocket watch away. A small sense of pride and arousal mixing inside him as he watched his fellow dotor, Edward, blink slowly at him. His eyelids lowered, his raven black hair helping to conceal his dreamy look. The lights of Henrik’s office not helping his far-away gaze in his eyes.

“See, I told you I could do it, mein liebling,” Henrik kisses his cheek, the arousal soon overtaking his accomplished pride. He’d done it. He finally done it, living out their fantasies. Making Edward into the perfect mindless doll he’s always talked about during their most intimate times. It was breathtaking. It was exhilarating. It was...it was exciting in more ways then one.

“Edward, shh, keep your head down,” Henrik commands, still kissing along his cheek and jaw, smirking as he heard the other moan gently. The command of staying turned on and sensitive during his hypnosis finally kicking in.

“Do you want to make me happy, Edward?” Henrik asks, his voice low yet soft. Commanding with a neutering tone.

“Y...Yes, wanna...wanna make Master happy...” Edward slurs. His mind blank, filled with nothing but thoughts of pleasure. Different ideas swirling in his mind -- riding Henrik in his office chair, being bent over his desk and fucked nice and deep, feeling Henrik’s facial hair scratch against his cheeks as he eats him out -- different ideas he wanted to try over and over.

Henrik smirks. Knowing he’s in control of the prettiest mindless doll he could ask for. Standing above Edward, pulling his scrubs and briefs down to allow his half hard cock to throb in front of Edward’s lustful dreamy gaze. His hand losing itself in Edward’s soft locks of hair, a gentle yet firm hold on him, never questioning who’s in charge now.

“Very good, come show Master how you’ll make him happy, mein liebling...”

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“Oh fuck,” Henrik hisses, arousal pumping through his body, barely being able to stand still for long, leaning against his desk to gain some sense of stability. Eyes closed tightly as Edward forces Henrik’s hard cock deep down his throat. His soft pink lips wrapped tightly around the very base, making the sweetest noises as he willingly chokes on his Master’s length.

“Edward, fuck! Fuck, you feel so good around me, such a good boy, such a good boy for Master--!” Henrik can barely keep his own groans of pleasure in. In ecstasy as Edward continued to keep his cock deep in his throat. His tongue wrapped around the underside of his cock, choking quietly as drool trails down his chin.

“Pull off of me, Edward, just...fuck, use your hand. Be a good boy and use your hand.”

Like a switch, Edward slowly pulls of Henrik’s throbbing cock, a trail of pre cum connecting his lips to the head. Edward’s mind hazy, save for the loyal obedience to his Master and arousal. His own cock throbbing tightly in his scrubs, but he won’t dare touch himself. His pleasure didn’t matter, all he could care for is his Master’s commands.

He moans as Henrik moves the hair away from his eyes. Revealing his half lidded gaze, “speak, Edward, tell Master what’s going through that empty head of yours.”

Another switch, Edward arching his back up, his soft hand wrapped around Henrik’s cock. Stroking it at a slow measured pace. Looking straight into Henrik’s own baby blues as he smiles softly.

“Wanna...make Master feel good...and good...and good, want...want to be Master’s doll forever, want to be a nice warm place for Master’s cock to be buried in...”

Edward continues staring up into Henrik’s eyes. Focusing on nothing but those baby blues, his speech slurring more as he falls deeper into his trance, his hand quickening as he twists. His own cock begging for any attention.

Yet -- Henrik can’t look away. The soft swirls of Edward’s eyes, blues and whites seeming to call him in. His mind on cloud 9, his own breathing slowed as Edward continues to work his cock. Mouth hanging open, the slightest bit of drool escaping the corner of his lip.

He can’t resist it. The soft swriling of blues and whites, Edward’s intense dreamy gaze sent his way, the intense arousal washing over him like fire. It was too much, losing himself as he feels his free will slowly give way.

“Am I good...good boy, Master? Does it feel...good when...when I jerk you off...?”

“S-So...So good, wanna make...make mein liebling...feel better...what...” He slurs. His cock throbbing as he moves away from Edward’s hold, the other doctor whining pathetically as he tries to follow. Henrik dropping to his knees on the soft carpet, letting his oversensitive cock leak more pre cum onto his scrubs as he stares into those swirls in Edward’s gaze.

“What do...you want? What should...I do? Tell...me...”

Edward huffs, “anything, want...want Master to do as he pleases...”

It’s the vaguest command Henrik can register before throwing himself over Edward. Pulling his scrub bottoms down, the same desperate lust in his eyes as Edward lays against the floor.

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Edward bucks up into Henrik’s mouth, the tight wet heat of his mouth nearly too much for his ignored hard cock. Mouth open wide, the half lidded gaze never leaving as he looks up to stare at Henrik.

Watching him slowly go down on his cock, cheeks hallowed, tongue teasing the head, nearly hitting the back of his throat.

“Master! Maser, thank you!” is all Edward can get out, his hips bucking back up, hearing Henrik choke and moan. His own swirls of green and white having little effect on Edward. The two doctors seemingly under each other’s trances, focusing on one another more and more, the hypnosis much too strong to fend off on their own.

That is, until Henrik’s office door opens. A certain mute ego stepping in, hoping to ask for his pocket watch back from his good friend.

A heavy blush rushing to Jameson’s cheeks, what had happened?! How, and who?!

Edward looks up, just as Henrik does. Their hypnotized gaze not bothering Jameson in the slightest as they crawl off each other, on their knees in front of the other in mere moments. The sight arousing but...but who did this to them?! Now was not the time to indulge in seeing his...well, quite handsome, friends be so indecent and lewd!

‘Good Heavens! What the hell happened to you two?!’ Jameson tries to sign, squeaking as the two work to undo his belt and zipper.

“Master, Master...u-use us,” Edward begs, Henrik already mouthing at Jameson’s slowly hardening cock.

“Wanna make...make you feel good...bitte, Jameson...B-Bitte...”

#softer doctor #ze good doctah #vintage lad

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ladala99 · 4 years ago

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Luke’s Rise

(Luke’s Saga, Part 3)

Luke woke up to the sound of battle. The sun was just starting to peek over the horizon, the sheltering stones casting long shadows across the dirt.

Why now? he wondered. And why had no one woken him? He was the last one in the cave, which also was unusual. He sprang to his feet and rushed out to join the battle.

No one was there. The plain was empty of lions, yet he could still hear the battle. It came from all around him, and yet visibly, everything was at peace.

”What’s going on?” he roared. “Where is everyone?”

”Luke?” Ilere’s daughter‘s voice pierced through the battle sounds.

”I’m here,” he called back. “Where is everybody? Where are you?”

Ilere appeared beside Luke. He stepped back a pace, surprised. “I got through, good!” She nuzzled his chest worriedly. “I think Lightning did something to you.”

The Exile Pride’s nature mage, and the one who wanted the Primal lions like Luke dead.

”I hear battle. What’s. . .” Luke trailed off. “Is it real?”

Ilere’s daughter nodded solemnly. “It’s not all of them, but. . . You know what? I think I can show you.”

Ilere’s daughter closed her eyes and planted her feet solidly on the ground. The silver cord that connected her and Luke, but was only visible in the dream world, materialized and grew more strongly. Light shot out of the cord, forming lions made of silvery light, roaring and battling to the sounds Luke could still hear.

Everyone seemed evenly matched. Normal lioness against normal lioness; Ilere against Lightning; and the Exile Pride’s challenging male, Blaze, against Luke’s father and pride leader, Chill.

Wait, the last match made no sense. Chill was a Primal Lion. Sure, he was aging, but he still had enough strength that he should have been able to defeat a regular lion without issue. Yet here the fight was, neither side showing weakness. Was Blaze really that strong?

”I have to wake up. I have to help!” Luke said. If he was out there, he could turn the tides. He looked at Ilere’s daughter, who was still straining to keep the images visible. “Where am I? Still in the cave?”

Ilere’s daughter let the images fade. “I don’t think so - I couldn’t find you. I used our connection to reach you here.” She looked Luke straight in the eyes. “I think, to get you out, I’ll need your help. And I’ll need help from...” she trailed off, looking at the silvery line. “I might not be the same afterwards.”

She hadn’t used her demonic powers much. She had been afraid they’d corrupt her, and Luke didn’t want that to happen either.

”Is it the only way out?” Luke asked. “If... if the fight’s not too bad, maybe we should wait until your mom—“

He was cut off by an agonized roar which abruptly ended, coming from where the battle between Chill and Blaze had been. Ilere’s daughter’s eyes widened and her ears flattened.

”Was that...?” Luke didn’t want to finish the thought. Was his father hurt? Or worse...

”We’re doing this now,” Ilere’s daughter said. The silvery line between them glowed brighter.

”What do I need to do?”

”Strengthen our bond. You know how our families go - the Primal king commands the demon lioness. Take your rightful place, Luke, and give me the order.”

Luke could tell that simply saying “get me out” wouldn’t be enough. He had to use their connection.

He reached down and grabbed the glowing chain that tied their fates together. Probably unnecessary, since it was a metaphorical object, but it felt like the right thing to do. He held it up and watched as the chain tightened around Ilere’s daughter. He also felt it tighten around his own neck.

”Use your powers,” he said, “Get me back to the real world. Give me strength for what I must do. Help me win, whatever it takes.”

The chain started to glow red, like the one he had seen connecting his father to Ilere. This was it.

Ilere’s daughter also started to glow red, her eyes brightening with unholy power. Luke felt himself being lifted up, but he still seemed to be on solid ground.

”Please stay my friend,” he added. “If it’s possible.”

Lions faded into view around them, and their chain disappeared. Sure enough, they were re-entering the real world.

And Luke saw exactly what he feared. The Exile Pride’s champion, blood dripping from his mouth, and Chill laying motionless on the ground beside him.

Time seemed to slow. Luke flung himself at Blaze with a mighty roar. He didn’t even think, he just fought. His muscles felt filled with strength anew, and it wasn’t clear whether it was instinct or Ilere’s unholy assistance.

Blaze also seemed to have help. He reacted quickly, and didn’t even seem tired from his struggle with Chill. Every blow he struck hit hard, and often hit a weak spot.

Blaze seemed unphased by Luke’s attacks and slashed with deadly intent. He hit a nerve that caused Luke to collapse, and bared his teeth, ready to kill again.

Time stopped. It didn’t just seem to stop - Blaze froze in place, teeth bared and leaning in for the kill. Lionesses froze mid-slash. Red light erupted from the ground and covered the battlefield.

Luke scrambled away from Blaze’s deadly chomp. He spotted Illere’s daughter aglow.

”How is he so strong?” Luke asked, hoping she was conscious enough to answer.

”He trained for this.” It wasn’t Ilere’s daughter that answered, but Ilere herself. The elder demon lioness padded calmly away from her fight with Lightning, who was still baring her teeth. “And Lightning’s magic is strengthening him.” She surveyed the frozen battlefield. “So my daughter has potential, after all. Well Luke, will you use this opportunity to finish your fight?”

Luke looked at Blaze and his wild expression. He still felt rage at the fiery lion for killing Chill, but this was too easy. “It feels weird to attack a frozen opponent. Can’t he be de-powered?”

Ilere cocked her head. “What about the other way?”

”Isn’t she already powering me up? Especially now with the frozen time thing?”

Ilere paced around Luke. “If she can do this, she can make you invincible. Or whatever you please. Give her the order and it will be done.”

Luke looked at Ilere’s daughter. Could she even hear them? Would she still be herself after this battle? He mentally felt around for their connection, the one symbolized by the silvery chain. He found it - it felt warm now. Warm like affection. He let that feeling fill him.

Is your mother right? he asked. How much can you do?

My mother’s main power is hypnosis. Her voice echoed all around him. Mine is all about dreams. I didn’t quite do what you asked earlier - I didn’t bring you out to the real world. Instead, I forced everyone else into the dream world. Blaze believed he was invincible, and that is why you couldn’t harm him. You cannot kill him here, but neither can he kill you.

Can you wake me and only me up? he asked.

Yes.

Luke opened his eyes. He was inside a circle of pebbles with some herbs beside him. Lightning had tried something, alright, but it seemed it held him no more. He headed back to the main territory, and lions scattered around the main camp, twitching in their sleep. All had their eyes closed.

All except Blaze. His eyes were wide open, and he was growling slightly. He clearly was trapped in a dream-like state, his body refusing to move. Chill’s unmoving body was beside the Exile champion. Luke approached and sniffed his father - the body was cold. That was real. Chill was dead.

It would be so easy to get revenge on Blaze, killing him in his paralyzed state. Too easy. And something inside Luke didn’t want to simply kill the other lion. He wanted him to fully realize what he had done. That Chill had been innocent.

Wake him, Luke commanded.

The Exile champion blinked and sprang to his feet. He growled and tried to leap onto Luke, but Luke’s superior Primal strength easily forced him back. Lightning’s power had clearly faded. Blaze tried a few more times to land a good blow, but Luke easily defended himself, continuing his defense until Blaze tired himself out.

”Give it up,” Luke said. “It’s over. You may have killed the king, but you did not win the throne. If you have any respect for how this normally goes, you would leave these lands and never return.”

”You had help,” Blaze growled. “That demon. I cannot let your plague spread!” He clawed at Luke’s throat, but Luke stepped back just in time.

”You had help, too,” Luke said. “And let’s not forget you are the one that attacked us.”

Lions around the clearing started to wake up and stand. Ilere’s daughter stood by Luke’s side. The other lions didn’t resume their fights.

”I let them know the situation,” she said. “You have allies on the other side, Luke. If everyone fought for their true loyalties, even without magic, your side would win. Lightning isn’t happy, but we are victorious.”

Luke looked at the gathered lions. “What does that mean, though? Will the Exiles go home? I don’t want this to be an endless cycle.”

Ilere’s daughter gestured and Lightning came forward. The Exile mage didn’t meet Luke’s eyes.

”She is the source of your problems,” Ilere’s daughter said. “Eliminate her, and they won’t bother us again. Perhaps they might even join us. Our hunting grounds are better than theirs.” Her speech pattern somewhat disturbed Luke; this wasn’t like her. But he’d deal with that later.

”I won’t kill you,” Luke said to Lightning. “That battle is over. However, I can't let you go free after what you have done. We would have left you alone had you not attacked.”

”She wouldn’t have,” Lightning muttered, flicking her tail at the elder Ilere. “And you... I thought you were fighting against the dark magic. And here you use it?”

“You left me no alternative,” Luke said. He flicked his tail for Ilere’s daughter. “Can you keep her under control?”

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Being king wasn’t what Luke had expected. The former Exiles all decided to stay with his pride, although half of them were still afraid of Ilere and her daughter. Luke didn’t blame them, but he made sure Ilere wasn’t given free reign like she had been under Chill.

Lightning... was tough. Luke kept a close eye on her, and if he was busy, Ilere’s daughter kept her under watch. Or just used her magic to keep the nature mage asleep. It wasn’t the best solution, but he could neither justify letting her go nor killing her.

Blaze left the pride, defeated and embarrassed.

Ilere’s daughter didn’t regain her old personality. Unleashing her powers like that had changed her, although she didn’t seem to be as evil as her mother was. At least, not yet. Perhaps she was content having something to do with keeping Lightning under control.

#lioden #lion pride story

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hypno-sandwich · 5 years ago

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Hypnotic Advent - Day Nine

(Contains covert hypnosis, non-con elements, seduction.)

(From a suggestion by @lizzidoll)

Bethany had finished the Psych exam early. Very early. A little too early, perhaps. But this was the sort of thing geniuses did. Or even someone with just enough genius to get away with passing classes with a “gentlewoman’s B” while doing fuck-all in school.

This was her chance to have a little fun with the unsuspecting Professor Brown. He had steadfastly avoided Bethany’s advances all throughout the semester, the only one of her Professors who had stood firm. She stifled a pleasant shiver as she remembered seducing Professor Jackson and Professor Sharkov over tea at the alumni reception. Running a contest to see who could get her off more times during the Dean’s self-congratulatory speech was a stroke of genius. Several strokes, in fact. But now, she had only a little time left to lure Professor Brown. And her research of Professor Brown’s recent articles gave her just the opening.

She had suffered through his article on non-verbal persuasion, as well as one on “using body language to establish rapport.” Some of the technical terms were a little beyond her interest, but she understood what she needed to.

She unbuttoned one of her buttons on her blouse and held her finger there, holding it gently closed, and then waited. And waited. She froze her predatory smile in place. She could do this as long as she needed; she was patient, after all, but she needed that one moment of eye contact.

Professor Brown continued to look down at his computer, typing away furiously at the desk at the front of the room. She used the moment to examine her prey. The gentle crinkle in his eyes. The bend of his sensuous lips. The way his suit hid his muscular arms. The way his hand rested on his thigh.

Then he glanced at his watch, “two hours, ladies and gentlemen. Two h-“

His eyes had roamed the room to where Bethany was sitting. Just as he reached her, she let go of the button, revealing just the barest flash of skin. As she did that, she mouthed “yes,” and looked down at her test.

The quizzical look she caught on his face was delightful.

She resisted the urge to look up (not yet, she thought, not just yet) as she slowly traced her finger down to the next button. She circled her finger around it slowly, just as she had around that spot for Professor McMahon last week. She placed her pen in her mouth and stared right through the page on her desk.

Then, she slowly slid the button out, and slowly separated her shirt, as she mouthed the word, “down.”

As she did it, she hazarded a glance up and saw Professor Brown staring slack-jawed between her face and the desk.

She repeated the process, slowly, ever so slowly, undoing one more button and mouthing “now.”

She looked up, staring right at him. His eyes were entirely glazed over.

She took the pen out of her mouth, and then slowly brought her other finger to the tip of the pen. She mouthed the words, “You want this…. You are this.” And then nodded her head up and down.

He also nodded his head, almost imperceptively.

She began to slowly run her finger back and forth along the pen.

She saw Professor Brown’s eyes, even from across the room, track her finger back and forth. And then she saw her moment of victory, as his body shifted. She could see his mouth hang open in a silent moan as she imagined him hard and straining under the desk.

She kept the slow, deliberate pace. She began to see him shake ever so slightly. As she did this, she’d occasionally mouth the words “down…. Down…. Down….”

Finally, after about twenty minutes of this, she could tell he was at the breaking point. The muscles in his neck were tense, and his hands were clasping the edge of his desk, as if he were about to bound over it and attack her, or whomever was in his way.

She stopped. And slowly, ever so slowly, brought the pen to her lips. She stuck her tongue out, and licked the end of it. A short, stifled moan broke from him that echoed through the hall.

Bethany quickly took her pen and stuck it behind her ear, mimed snapping her finger, and mouthing “up!”

Professor Brown inhaled, and immediately started into a coughing fit.

“Are you ok, sir?” One of the students asked.

Once he recovered, he responded, “yes, yes, please continue with your test. One hour and a half left.”

Bethany waited, figuring she’d let five minutes pass before she got up and walk to the front of the room to turn her test in, leaving the note that promised more during office hours later on. But as she looked up, she saw Professor Brown’s hand at his tie. She saw him mouth the word “yes.” She found herself nodding, and staring right at his hand as he slowly, achingly, loosened the tie. And then, well, things got hazy after that.

The next thing she knew she was on her knees in his office. She had no idea how she got there. She also had no idea how all her clothes were off, and carefully folded, on the desk in front of her.

Professor Brown was laying out a selection of canes, floggers, and paddles.

“Ah. Good, you’re awake, finally. You do really like being in trance. Getting you to follow orders out of trance will be an entirely different task. But, first things first, Bethany… why on earth did you think my own articles could be used against me? Before you answer that question, I told your subconscious that you would tell me how many strikes you think you deserved for that little stunt this afternoon, and why you deserve it. What’s the answer?”

Bethany squirmed. “69, sir……”

She felt the answer coming out of her mouth, and hated it.

“…and why, Bethany?”

“Because I’m an unruly slut and I want to be punished, sir.”

Professor Brown paused, grabbed something off his desk, and smiled.

“Good. Now the exam can really begin.”

#hypnotic advent #day nine #mcstories in 20 minutes #45

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