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REVAMP NOTICE

so basically after taking like a week away from tumblr due to a lot of in rl bullshit, I came to the conclusion that i wanted to get back onto here and write to try and get an escape from the real world ( as we all do ) but I’m going to be revamping both of my blogs into one and also cutting out some charas / adding new charas and all that bullshit. so anyway, the point of this is THAT IF YOU WANT THE LINK WHEN I’M DONE JUST LIKE THIS and I will personally send it to you <3 I hope to be done sometime tomorrow but im infinitely lazy and hung over with intentions to maybe drink again so we’ll see haha. 

[burnedichor]

REVAMP NOTICE

so basically after taking like a week away from tumblr due to a lot of in rl bullshit, I came to the conclusion that i wanted to get back onto here and write to try and get an escape from the real world ( as we all do ) but I’m going to be revamping both of my blogs into one and also cutting out some charas / adding new charas and all that bullshit. so anyway, the point of this is THAT IF YOU WANT THE LINK WHEN I’M DONE JUST LIKE THIS and I will personally send it to you <3 I hope to be done sometime tomorrow but im infinitely lazy and hung over with intentions to maybe drink again so we’ll see haha. 

[burnedichor]

REVAMP NOTICE

so basically after taking like a week away from tumblr due to a lot of in rl bullshit, I came to the conclusion that i wanted to get back onto here and write to try and get an escape from the real world ( as we all do ) but I’m going to be revamping both of my blogs into one and also cutting out some charas / adding new charas and all that bullshit. so anyway, the point of this is THAT IF YOU WANT THE LINK WHEN I’M DONE JUST LIKE THIS and I will personally send it to you <3 I hope to be done sometime tomorrow but im infinitely lazy and hung over with intentions to maybe drink again so we’ll see haha. 

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        ❝ please don’t go, ❞ he catches her by the wrist, pulling her back towards him only to wrap his arms around her shoulders & letting his forehead fall to her shoulder. he’s embarrassed for her to see him like this, so needy for her company, but he ignores the burning of his ears & takes a deep breath, her comforting smell filling his nose. he stays like this, standing, holding,❝ not yet. ❞

     it’s wholly unexpected to feel his fingers against her wrist as he pulls her form back to his -- their time is up and though she knew it was the nature of this business, it didn’t mean she was happy about it. somehow she’d managed to come to enjoy and find herself at ease in kyle’s presence so she isn’t as resistant as she should be when she feels the weight of his head against the curve of her shoulder. petite limbs wrapping around his masculine frame, gluing herself to it as fingers dig into the material of his shirt. if he has comfort in her then the same is said for her in him. he is understandably warm but the feelings he invokes in her chest are dangerous. 

     for that alone she needs to stand her ground. yet how could she when his voice sounds so soft? so full of wanting? ❝ I’ll say right here. ❞ she murmurs softly, lips pressed gently to the slope of his head as it’s the closest thing to him that she can reach. ❝ don’t worry, I’ll stay til you’re content. ❞ is it selfish for her to hope that he wants her to stay forever? or is it foolish to even dare to dream? to hope? what had he done o the escort? it’s a question without an answer, one she won’t search for too hard.

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when your two ships are polar opposites @svnflowcr-s

im cackling

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𝐍𝐒𝐅𝐖 𝐒𝐄𝐍𝐓𝐄𝐍𝐂𝐄 𝐒𝐓𝐀𝐑𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐒.

feel free to change any pronouns that need to be changed.     these sentences have been taken from various books   /   movies   /   websites to   ,   so i will not take full credit of it.

  ❛   i believe in long , slow , deep , soft , wet kisses that last three days.   ❜   

  ❛   you must forgive my lips… they find pleasure in the most unusual places.   ❜  

  ❛   you’re really wearing that dress like you’re doing it a favour.   ❜  

  ❛   tell me… tell me you want me.   ❜  

  ❛   take me to bed or lose me forever.   ❜  

  ❛   i don’t bite, you know… unless it’s called for.   ❜  

  ❛   you should be kissed — and often — and by someone who knows how.   ❜  

  ❛   your pants , they bother me. take them off !   ❜  

  ❛   how would you like to have a sexual encounter so intense it could conceivably change your political views?   ❜  

  ❛   i want you. and the thought of anyone else having you is like a knife twist in my dark soul.   ❜  

  ❛   i want you , all of you. i want to feel you inside me , deep inside me. i want you to tell me when you’re going to cum , hear you moan my name and fuck me harder.   ❜  

  ❛   WE SHOULD FUCK. like right now , right here. hard , fast. pin me down , kiss me hard , look me in the eyes and fuck me like you’ve never fucked someone before.   ❜  

  ❛   your face would look better between my legs.   ❜  

  ❛   i swear to god i won’t stop until you’re shaking.   ❜  

  ❛   tease me until i’m begging for it.   ❜  

  ❛   i wanna do bad things to you.   ❜  

  ❛   go ahead. touch it.   ❜  

  ❛   i want you inside me.   ❜  

  ❛   spank me. it’s the only way i learn.   ❜  

  ❛   push me up against the wall and do dirty things to me.   ❜  

  ❛   i love the way you fuck me.   ❜  

  ❛   i want to taste me on your fingers.   ❜  

  ❛   fuck  me on this floor right now, _____.   ❜  

  ❛   tell me. in your mind , what are we doing in that bed ? are we fucking nice and slow or are you making me sweat for it ?    ❜  

  ❛   your lips are like wine and i want to get drunk.   ❜  

  ❛   excuse me for being too forward but your lips make me wonder what the rest of you would taste like.   ❜  

  ❛   now spread your legs and try to tell me all about your day.   ❜  

  ❛   i want you to strap me down , fuck me hard and show me who’s in charge.   ❜  

  ❛   i won’t say it twice. strip down and get on your knees. right now !   ❜  

  ❛   feel my hand tighten around your throat as my cock slips inside you.   ❜  

  ❛   i want you in my bed and between my legs.   ❜  

  ❛   i’m not going to deny that i want to fuck you.   ❜  

  ❛   i’ll fuck you so good , for so long that the only thing you’ll crave is my hands on your skin , my cock deep in your pussy.   ❜  

  ❛   now will you please sit on my face already ?   ❜  

  ❛   i want you splayed out on the table like my own personal feast.   ❜  

  ❛   did you touch yourself ?   ❜  

  ❛   i never knew you were such a dirty girl / boy.   ❜  

  ❛   don’t you dare touch yourself today. i want your orgasm and i plan on getting it later.   ❜  

  ❛   i’d like to lick your pussy / cock. i’d like to hear you scream my name.   ❜  

  ❛   oh god _____ , i can feel you doing it around my cock. i can feel you – that’s it , baby. fuck yourself on me.   ❜  

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SEND ME SOME IC ASKS -- to my muses, about my muses, really anything I can respond to because I am doing the things where I avoid my drafts instead of being productive. pls, I just want some low stress shit.

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kyle rarely allows himself to feel vulnerable, but forgive him this once. the stresses from his family beat down on his confidence & having no one to turn to, he ended up in in the solace that was karmen’s touch. at first he needed a distraction, sex. but now he needed comfort. & so after minutes of silence, ❝ will you draw on my back? ❞

HONG KARMEN ANSWERS

     she knows that it is wrong in every single way. to an escort whose living is made off other people in physically intimate settings, to grow to care for another beyond that is only heartbreak waiting to happen. there is a strict code that she must abide by and fraternizing with the customers is deeply frowned upon. they can love you if they wish too but if it goes too far you must cut it off and distance yourself. you must never, ever fall in love with a customer. you must never, ever find yourself growing fond of the beyond the money that provide to you. these are the basics and she knows them with an intimacy that might not surprise anyone who hears her. 

     yet with kyle, it’s almost like she cannot help herself. there is something about the way he looks at her that causes her to be soft for him. to want more of his attention, more of his adoration and soft touches. because she has witnessed them grow closer without meaning too -- a transaction of physicality that shifts until it is soft sweetness with legs tangled and fingers running through hair. the sound of their breathing in tandem the only sound that she needs to feel at home and to feel safe again. but she doesn’t dare to tell him this...afraid that if she brings it to light then he will run away and it will fade. because she does not know a person who can love someone like her. 

      but as his voice filters through her mind it puts a stop to her thoughts and she can’t help but smile, a little laughter in her voice as she speaks to him. “what if I can only draw stick figures? you might be disappointed.” she murmurs, carefully urging him to roll onto his stomach as she sits up onto her arm. “come on, turn over. I’ll make you a masterpiece and you’ll be the most beautiful man in existence...I’ll have to get jealous because everyone will want you.” 

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𝙸 𝚊𝚙𝚙𝚛𝚘𝚊𝚌𝚑 𝚕𝚒𝚔𝚎 𝚊 𝓅𝑒𝓉𝒶𝓁

    𝕀 𝕓𝕦𝕣𝕣𝕠𝕨 𝕝𝕚𝕜𝕖 𝕒 ｔｈｏｒｎ

multi-muse, multi-verse, written by M 

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shcdesofnvght·:

he knew that there were few people who would so brazenly antagonize athena as she held a blade to their throat. however, there was something a little bit thrilling about having her complete attention. even if she was intent on at least hurting him. he sometimes varied his targets, one moment he was getting between zeus and yet another conquest and the next he was sidelining one of poseidon’s champions. yet he always found himself coming back around to athena, he found the other olympians brushed him off as a drunkard even when he threw a major wrench into their plans.

“who said they do not satisfy me?” he asked. “most of them are quite eager to please in fact.” the truth was that dionysus was unhappy most of the time. despite the fact that mortals often worshipped him as one who brought happiness or freedom. his status as an olympian was shaky even at the best of times. he had arrived last to mount olympus, he was the product of a mortal woman and helios, he spent the most time among mortals of all of them. he was an outsider, and even among mortals he didn’t quite belong. but he wasn’t going to share that with anyone let alone her.

he’s not exactly surprised when her blade breaks his skin. if he had expected to anger athena and come out of it unscathed he would be a fool. he was lucky that she seemed to tolerate him enough to allow him to live despite his constant attempts to upset her. “if you wanted me dead it would already be done. i think we both know that.” maybe it was a bit unfair of him to point out what she so often tried to ignore. but he could never help himself when it came to athena.

he knew he’d won when her blade hit the floor. of course she still had anger to work out but if there was any part of her toying with the idea of ending his life she would have done so with the sword. that didn’t exactly make the pressure she was putting on his throat any more comfortable though. “perhaps.” his voice was a little more of a wheeze now but he felt the need to continue needling her. “are you saying you want a pet demi-god of your own? just like your dear father?”

     ❝ and yet you still chase after me like a bitch in heat. ❞ her tone is strictly matter of fact as she looks down at him. how infuriating is it that this demi god still sits at eye level with her, despite the fact that she is readily on his lap? she has no possibly way to look bigger than him -- his shoulders broad and inviting, his frame inherently taller than her own. yet she was stronger than him by far and he had the gall to sass her still with her fingers pressed harshly into the sides of his throat. must he always get the last word? must he always ruin what little feeling of mercy that she might have for him?

      athena can’t even help the growl that leaves her lips when he compares her to zeus -- this demi-god’s death wish had become so apparent to her in that moment that it almost feels like a cheap shot to do it. to just keep squeezing until those liquor laced lips stopped talking all together and she was finally given the peace that she sought for. with no other gods brave enough to take on the challenge that athena presented perhaps she would finally be at a kind of peace that only she could manage. 

     but even as she thinks it, her fingers loosen against the column of her throat. she’s still squeezing but it’s not harshly, more like a reminder that she is there. as if to dissuade him from speaking more nonsense. ❝ is that what you want, dionysus? to be my pet? ❞ her voice is uncharacteristically soft, but the poison still lingers on the tip of her tongue just waiting to strike out at him. ❝ shall I get you a collar for this pretty neck of yours? thick chains to keep you bound so you cannot cause me any more trouble? ❞ her fingers loosen finally, brushing instead over where the very item she had spoken about would go. 

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is there a single better line that byeongkwan saying that he’s strung like santana in under cover?

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svnflowcr-s·:

     by now orion should know better than to give kaleo a free range of things. should have known that the kisses to his neck and the scrape of teeth against skin was more than some innocent kissing. he wasn’t thinking about that though, honestly wasn’t even thinking about kaleo. just how he hated this train and how much he wanted to get off of it. though it wasn’t long until his attention was on kaleo. the first touch to his thigh had his eyes trailing down, but then kaleo’s fingers were somewhere he didn’t expect. 

      brown eyes widened, he turned to look at him, a bit baffled. this was his way of distracting him? oh, he shouldn’t have said anything. the last place he would think about getting hard in was anything that had to do with public transportation, but here he was, starting to have blood go straight down his body. the sound of kaleo’s voice whispering in his ear, the fingers teasing over him… “what are you doing?” he breathed out, still surprised that kaleo had the guts to just try to turn him on here. his hips couldn’t help but press up a little into his hand though. a flush settled over his cheeks. god, kaleo would be the death of him with the way he wielded his words. “they’d… they’d probably wish they were you,” he tried to tease.

     that look of shock on his face only has kaleo chuckling, thinking about how absolutely cute he looked when he was caught off guard. yet, orion can only blame himself for how things have turned out this time around. he had asked for a distraction, had told kaleo that he could do anything that he wanted....and that’s exactly what he planned on being. his fingers pressing steadily against him as he does, teeth nipping at the expanse of his neck while paying absolutely no mind to the people around them. it would be a lie to say he’d never done something so daring before, so open and public and very obvious if someone glanced at them. 

nbsp;    but they were in their own world just like kaleo and orion were. ❝ I’m helping my baby out...isn’t this what you wanted? you don’t think I’m doing a good job? ❞  there’s a pout evident in the low tone that he uses, but he already knows the answer. it’s in the way the blood rushes to his cheeks and colors them the most attractive pink color he had ever seen in his life. it’s in the way he presses up into his hand despite himself -- because even if he was embarrassed, kaleo knew just how to get him going. ❝ they probably would...and who could blame them? ❞ he begins, doing his best to grip against the outline of the others length. ❝ you’ve got the prettiest cock I’ve ever seen....it makes my mouth water just thinking about you pushing me down until I choke around you. everyone is going to want you but I don’t want to share....its only mine. you’re only mine...but they can watch you make a mess out of me... ❞

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                                                          IN THIS LAWLESS, DARKNESS.

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svnflowcr-s·:

     it was easy to see how uncomfortable the male was while they sat on the train. public transportation had always been something that drove him wild. he hated when people brushed past him. hated when anyone he wasn’t inviting to touch him touched him. that’s how most of his stupid teenaged fights started. people getting in his space when he didn’t want them to. even being on the inside seat made him uncomfortable. there were just too many people. his jaw was a bit clenched and his eyes full of annoyance. he was radiating irritation, which kaleo obviously picked up on. 

     there was only a shred of relaxation when the other took his hand, and he tried to relax his hand so he could hold kaleo’s. if it were anyone but kaleo doing what they were doing right now, it would probably just annoy him more. but there wasn’t a day where kaleo’s kisses hadn’t made him feel good. he was still tense though as the other did it, even with the scrape of his teeth. “anything. anything would be great,” orion said, not really thinking of what kaleo could meant. but he really felt so on edge, and not in the good way. 

     ❝ anything? that’s awfully kind of you. ❞ his tease becomes more obvious, saturating his tone in vivid colors while soft kisses to his skin never cease. he is too keyed up and not paying enough attention to kaleo and so he is determined to fix it. how does the saying go though? that one should be careful what they ask for? doesn’t he know that such permission is like giving a child unlimited access to candy with no repercussions? mixed with his shamelessness and the excitement that is causing his heart to flutter in his chest because of how crowded their little train is....well, he certainly can’t stop himself now can he?

     it would be a shame, a testament to how he felt about him if he pulled away now when he so obviously needed him. he scoots and angles himself so that his petite frame is shielding his actions from view -- digits carefully dragging themselves over his thigh before rubbing up against his covered cock in an obvious tease. did he know what he was doing now? what he might intend of him? ❝ you’re so tense...shouldn’t I take care of you by any means necessary? ❞ he whispers like a purr, rubbing up against the others ear as he presses down so that he can feel the length of the other beneath the rough material of his jeans. ❝ I don’t know...there’s an awful lot of people here though. what would they think if they saw my pretty lips on your cock? I think they’d be jealous...wonder why they weren’t you.. ❞

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shcdesofnvght·:

it wasn’t surprising that she managed to clear the room so quickly. athena was fairly well-known for her short temper. mortals and immortals alike were afraid to cross her for fear of her retribution. and yet dionysus had never shared their fear. it’s not that he didn’t believe her to be a threat, she almost certainly was more threatening than any of the other olympians combined. and yet as many times as he had crossed line in the sand that she drew he was still alive and breathing. there had to be something to that.

his expression stayed neutral only briefly changing to something more pained looking at the mention of his status as a demi-god. she only used that form of address when she was upset with him, which of course had been the goal. that didn’t change how often the word demi-god had been pointed at him in the past. it seemed whenever someone used it as if they were almost accusing him of the circumstances of his own birth rather than just describing him as coming from one mortal and one divine parent. 

“if you wanted privacy for flirtation you had only to ask.” he said after a moment his lips curling upwards in a slight smirk. maybe he had a death wish. she was after all holding a blade directly against his throat at the moment. even just the slightest movement from his current position would end with his blood spilled. however, he couldn’t help but notice how her position had mirrored that of the mortal woman who had previously been in his lap. and far be it for him to not comment on such a thing.

he knew exactly what he had been doing when he left odysseus. he knew exactly what he had been doing every step along the way. odysseus was athena’s favored hero after all. and he wanted her attention. he certainly had it now. “i do not know this odysseus you speak of. but i extend my sincere condolences for his misfortune.”

     the sight of his smirk only serves to further enrage the olympian, such a fact that he surely already knew. dionysus was intent on ending her life as early as a god could have theirs ended -- his never ending glee when it came to tormenting the blue eyed goddess was beyond enraging. so why did she not simply kill him? she knows that she will not face a retribution that she cannot overcome. athena is well trained, well versed in everything but the drunken trickery that he often employs. there is not a force in this world that she thinks can stop her if she truly is intent on doing something. there are very few people who would risk angering her more than she typically, already is after all. 

     and yet here he sits under her, flirting so brazenly with her. the fear for his life isn’t present because he knows that she will not kill him. though she threatens it often, he always manages to escape mostly unscathed. ❝ it is only in your dreams that I would flirt with you, dionysus.. ❞ she spits his name like a curse and debates on pressing her blade further against the pale, smooth column of his throat. what would it look like when heavenly blood was spilled upon it? ❝ perhaps if you didn’t obsess after me like so, your mortal whores would satisfy you. ❞ 

     but that’s not the point right now. no, the point is the fact that she’d saved odessyus from certain death and now had to pay back a certain drunkard who was intent on pissing her off. ❝ your fearlessness is foolish. shall I slit your throat here? will your pretty friends know what to do with your lifeless body then? perhaps they’ll drown you in a casket of your only creation. ❞ the knife is moved just a hair, enough that the sharp blade barely slices his skin so that his blood can trickle and gather up on the edge of it. only then does she bring it to her face before discarding the blade to the floor with a deft throw. 

     ❝ even your blood stinks of wine, tragic  the smell might make me gag. ❞ so she switches, instead of shining silver of flashing blades, it is pale digits that carefully wrap around a throat that she cannot completely connect around. how could such a fierce goddess have such a small grip? ❝ your jealousy does not amuse me...he could have died. who would be my champion then, you? can you do anything besides drink and whore dionysus? ❞