#house tutor

[weirdfishy]

batfam, cleaning up a Random Disaster: w a i t a minute…who are you?

danny, who had been in gotham for three (3) minutes before something Went Wrong: i am homeless, i am gay, i have a gov’t agency hunting me, i’m new in town 😌

batfam, already calling alfred, handing over adoption papers, fighting each other for First Civie Introduction & arguing over who will be Fav Sibling to him: you’re gonna close with “new in town”? that was not the most dramatic thing that you just said—

[uwemagain]

manhandle

/'manhandl/

verb

gerund or present participle: manhandling

handle (someone) roughly by dragging or pushing

Pluem & Kawin (Ghost Host Ghost House) | Nuer & Syn (Cutiepie 2 You)

For : @a-lovely-obsession

[slutforaemond]

Tutoring Sessions

MODERN!AEMOND X FEM!READER | SMUT

Warning ⚠️: minors dni, sexual scenes, slight bdsm.

A/n : This is the full length smut for two other tutor Aemond drabbles I had written previously. You can read this on its own or you can read those drabbles before reading this. Also, I didn't get to proofread it, so please forgive any mistakes if found.

Link for PART 1 & PART 2.

@letmeloveyouuuu

Hope you like it ! 💜

Deep breaths.

Take in deep steady breaths.

You kept repeating the instructions in your head as you walked over to your room with him tailing behind.

It had been weeks now since Aemond had started tutoring you; and weeks since you've been feeling the burning heat between your legs.

You prayed to God he wouldn't notice the slight tremble in your legs as you pulled your seat back.

You stood there staring at him as he took his own seat. Your eyes were trained on his every little movement. By now you knew by heart how the first few moments would unfold.

You recited the actions in your mind beforehand as he did his little routine.

First he would pull off the black hair tie off his left wrist with his teeth.

Then he would put his long snow hair back in a careless bun. His arms flexing subtly, as he would take the tie off his mouth to secure the bun.

He would crack his knuckles while stretching, making every vein of his strain on his muscles seductively.

And then finally he would bring out a pen from his pocket and recline in the chair, with his legs spread wide and would look at you with a raised eyebrow, waiting for you to show your homework.

"Well? You're gonna sit or what?"

The deep voice snapped you out of your daze and you realised you were gawking at him while still standing behind your chair like a fool.

You felt your face heat up as you scrambled to sit down, mentally cussing yourself for behaving like a clutz.

Aemond shifted his gaze back to the books spread across the table and began to look at your work.

Did he not notice?

You didn't know whether to feel relieved or dissapointed.

After weeks of lusting over your tutor in silence you finally decided to make a bold move.

That day you 'forgot' to wear your bra beneath your cute baby pink t-shirt, which sat tight across chest.

But seeing as how Aemond didn't even spare a glance at your body, you surmised he must've not noticed it yet.

You still had hope to catch his attention though.

You leaned forward, pushing your your tits together, to look at your notebook that he was currently checking.

You deliberately shifted close enough to let your breath fan his arm softly as he checked your work.

You looked back at his face, hard with concentration. The deep rumbles as he hummed to each correct answer, made you feel lightheaded. It was a wonder how you hadn't moaned out loud yet.

Dejectedly you spent the next half an hour working on math problems.

Does he really have no interest in me ?

You thought to yourself.

You decided to try again . Your hand slipped purposefully and dropped the pen you were holding, which rolled right between Aemond's legs.

The fates must've been on your side.

While whispering a soft 'oops sorry' you get down on your knees and lean slowly and deliberately between his legs with extra care to push your shorts clad ass in the air. You didn't dare look at him but you fantasized the kind of expression you would want on him.

Letting a slow sigh you stretched forward to retrieve your pen, but a sharp tug on your hair made you stop.

You felt your head being pulled backwards by a firm but gentle grip.

"Hmm" he said with a soft smirk, eye glittering with amusement. "Now that's enough kitten."

You gulped as you were forced to look up at him, feeling like a child caught in mischief.

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Aemond felt air getting knocked out of his body when the door opened to reveal you.

His eye immediately fixated on your chest. Your tshirt was sitting tight over your perky breasts, with nothing in between the flimsy cloth and your skin.

He never expected such a meek creature as you to make such a move.

He noticed your deep blush and avoiding gaze and chuckled internally.

Teaching you every time was a torture for him. Not that you were a bad student, infact your performance was more than satisfactory.

What drove him mad was how he seemed to be losing his senses whenever he was around you.

Aemond had always led a disciplined life with a strict moral sense. But when it came to you, the dam of discipline he had created to keep his beast self inside, seemed to be at it's bursting point.

He had managed to hold himself back thinking he would let the dam finally burst upon you, but only after your exams, when he wouldn't tutor you anymore. He thought he had been managing well until that day.

The sight of your half exposed asscheeks swaying infront of him; your tied up hair revealing your neck, the jiggle in your tits every time you leaned forward towards him and the sight of the pebbled nipples through your flimsy tshirt drove him absolutely feral.

He could see you were trying hard to catch his eye. Your little pouts of dissapointment at his lack of response made him want to snatch you up on his lap and kiss the life out of you.

But he wouldn't give in that easily.

Or so he thought.

The moment you crouched between his legs, deliberately swaying your ass right up at him, was when he had had enough. There was no way he could hold back after that stunt.

Before he could even gather his thoughts, his hand shot out to grab your hair and pulled it back.

"Now that's enough kitten."

"Tsk tsk tsk" he tutted playfully, still holding your head in place. " You've been very distracted today have you not?"

You just avoided his gaze in response. You felt fear , or was it thrill rushing through your veins?

You had wanted this exactly, had you not? So then why did your mouth go dry at being caught?

"Words." He said sternly.

"Y-yes."

You didn't know. You didn't know whether you were scared or excited. But all you knew was you wanted his skin on yours.

"Hmm." That was all he said. You expected him to tell you off but he just stared at you with an expression you recognised as intense lust. You followed his eye which left burning trails on your body wherever it gazed upon.

He slowly stood up, your head still held captive by him jerked backwards at the movement.

He tugged at your hair, gesturing you to rise and so you did.

Standing so close to him, made you see him in entirely different light. You could see every detail of his handsome face and you could hear him breath.

Wordlessly he made you turn around to face the desk.

You were confused but you let him take the lead.

"Solve."

Wait what? Wasn't this the part where the racy stuff should begin? What did he mean by solve?

You looked back up at him and blinked in utter confusion. He raised his eyebrow by a millimetre, as if to say " You heard me."

"Excuse me?"

" I'm not going to repeat myself." The threat to not try his patience was evident in his voice. You dared not to challenge him, so you turned to the open textbooks with math problems and begrudgingly started to solve them.

Your pen halted as you felt a masculine hand snake up at your waist and other at the small of your back.

You felt him bending your body slowly with grace. Your breath hitched at his hand grazing your half exposed bottom.

"I didn't tell you stop. Continue."

Was he serious? You wondered to yourself. But deciding to not cross him, you tried hard to focus back on the math problem.

Your hands trembled as you felt him feeling up your ass. A sharp gasp escaped you when you felt him pulling your short up, wedging them between your legs. You felt cold air brush against your exposed skin.

You tried to turn your head back to look at him but before you could, his hand shot up to hold your head in place , facing the notebook.

Your thoughts were just a haze at this point. Your laboured breaths were all that could be heard in your room. You pressed your legs together desperately to subside the throbbing of your cunt.

"Wrong." His deep voice announced before you felt a sharp sound of skin slapping on skin, and moment later the pain washed over you like ice cold water. Your mouth hung open in a silent scream as you tried to gasp for the air that escaped you.

Before you could question him about it, another ringing smack on your ass made you cry out loud this time.

A third one. And then a fourth.

You realised you had solved the question wrong.

By then you couldn't even support yourself up, and laid your head down on the desk.

A single tear escaped you. It hurt but with the depraved moans escaping your mouth on each spank, you realised you were loving every second of it.

He stopped after what seemed like eternity. Your ass was raw and burning hot.

You felt him bend himself over you until his face was inches above yours. He swept your hair aside and whispered in your ear, " You knew you needed that didn't you kitten?".

You could only whimper in response, to which he chuckled.

You felt a bit annoyed at his humor, and snapped, or at least tried to be as snappy as someone who just got spanked could be, " It hurts you know? Could've given me a warning."

"Hmm" he said while taking your earlobe between his teeth to nibble sensually.

His hand creeped between your ass to rest at your pussy. "For someone so pissed, this pussy seems to be awfully wet. It'll be dripping down your thighs any moment."

You moaned loudly as his long fingers slipped beneath the bunched up shorts and slid smoothly over your wet folds.

He sucked your earlobe all while playing with your swollen clit.

" You know what?" He finally let go of your ear. "You can't focus on your studies like that. I can see your pretty little head is full of filth. I'll need to fuck it out of you, right kitten?" He purred in a patronizing tone.

" Mm yes." You barely manage to get it out between your moans.

His fingers stopped dead. " Yes what?"

" Y-yes please Sir." You cried out at the lack of pressure on your needy cunt.

Instead of resuming he withdrew completely, but only to pull down your short and panties at one swift move.

You straighten up from the desk , but he quickly pushed you back down.

You thought maybe this was it, maybe he'll put it in now. But no. You peeped behind you to see he had sunk on his knees, with his face placed directly behind your ass.

The cool sensation of his breath hitting the wetness of your pussy made you shiver.

Aemond sat still for a few seconds, admiring the view laid out in front of him. The plump ass was now raw and red , thanks to him. Proud of his work, he started to run his lips along the angry red handprints across you soft skin.

Your hands reached back in embarrassment, to pull him away from burying his face in your ass. Aemond just held both of your wrists in one of his hands and bit your asscheek harshly, as if to give a warning.

He parted your legs with his knee, to get better access. The bundle of shorts that now looked at your ankles, restrained you from opening up anymore.

Aemond didn't waste a second and started to lap up your dripping juices like a hungry dog. His tongue exploring every crevice of your cunt. Just as you felt him play with your swollen bud, you lost it.

Your eyes rolled back in pleasure, and as for your moans, you couldn't believe you were capable of creating sounds such as those.

You face lay flat against the open notebook, as you lost almost all your consciousness.

You came again and again , until you lost count, and just when you were at the brink of passing out he drew back.

If he hadn't been holding you in place , you would have slumped to the ground in a messy puddle of your own.

He turned you in his arms to face him, and the sight made your your whole body go flush. White liquid was glistening on his lips as well as nose; even his chin was a mess covered in your release.

You reached out to wipe it off, but decided better against it. Getting on your tiptoes, you reached up and licked right across his chin, tasting yourself on him.

Aemond smirked at your boldness, and pushed his head forward to gesture you to continue.

Taking encouragement from that you began licking every last drop of liquid from his face.

Deciding you were taking to long, Aemond hungrily took your lips between his and sucked on them hard. The kiss was urgent and a mess of both your overwhelming passion. It felt like a and aggressive fight but with lips. You fought hard but gradually gave out, letting him take the lead.

While still kissing you get sank back in the chair and forced you on your knees between his legs.

He was crouching to kiss you while holding your head with both hands.

He finally let you go; your lips now swollen red.

Just as he withdrew himself from you, you slumped over his lap.

You head laying right in front of his crotch.

Aemond took a moment to realise he was living his fantasy, and it was way better than he ever imagined.

Your messy hair falling across your half closed eyes, red lips ; t-shirt see through with sweat showing your cute tits, plump thighs smushed together. You were a mess and yet to him you looked divine, especially while between his legs.

He gently swiped his thumb across your bottom lip and tucked stray stands of hair behind your ear. Bending down he pressed a soft lasting kiss with utmost gentleness.

You were surprised by the contrast this kiss had with the last one. You looked up at him with a silent plea, to hold you. And he understood.

Strong arms wrapped around you and lifted you up on his lap with ease.

You laid your head on his shoulders to take in his sweaty but masculine scent.

Aemond slid his hand over his crotch to finally free it from restraint. His hard member pressed into your soft supple ass.

He swiped the tip around your skin a few times , loving the way your flesh engulfed him.

Slowly he slid into your still wet pussy. You groaned loudly at the pain that spread in you lower body. Aemond kissed your neck softly on reassurance.

He drew you head back so that you could look him in the eye, and you did. You felt a surge of emotions from him, which you couldn't really describe, but you let those emotions wash all over you.

Biting your lip you adjusted yourself around him , trying to familiarise the pain.

Aemond raised the sweat soaked t-shirt to rest them over your tits. He latched himself on the right nipple as you started to slowly ground your hips to his.

The pain gave way to pleasure, and soon all you wanted was for him to fully fill you up with himself.

You were plopping up and down on his length, as he hungrily sucked your breast.

You felt yourself growing weak as you neared your release, and your pace slowed down.

As if on cue, Aemond's hands snaked around your waist to bring you impossibly close to him as he started to pound upwards inside of you.

His steady pounding made your moans come out in a rhythm. Your head lolled back to the crook of his neck as he increased his pace to a lightning speed.

You felt a loud ringing in your ears as you felt yourself shake in his arms while cumming all over him and his pants.

Even after that Aemond kept his pace and fucked you with all his might till he successfully chased his own release.

Both of you laid on the same position for the few minutes, heaving heavily.

In your state of half sleep you felt him kiss your forehead as he laid you on your bed.

Before leaving he whispered into your ear, "We'll continue our lesson tomorrow, okay kitten?"

All you could do was let out a soft hmm in response.

[hometoursandotherstuff]

At first I thought that something fell on this house from the sky, but then I saw that the 1991 home in Los Angeles, California has a name- Meet Constellation 167 designed by Eric Owen Moss, as a love letter to the geometry that exists in nature and life. 4bds, 5ba, $11.995M.

It's quite a large home, when you see it at this angle.

And, it's surprisingly beautiful inside.

I never expected it to look like this. It just looked a dented old Quonset Hut. Look at the 3rd fl. balcony.

Of course it's beautifully furnished, too.

Instead of a chandelier in the dining room, bulbs are set into the beams.

The kitchen is so attractive. It has wood cabinetry, but it also has metal, a feature that looks like a steel girder, a mezzanine, and all sorts of architectural interest.

Lovely view from the kitchen window.

Comfortable family room is off the kitchen.

Look at the interesting stairs from the mezzanine.

Looking down on the living room from above.

Ultra modern primary bedroom has shelving that continues up the ceiling in a skylight. Also has a nice fireplace in front of the bed.

The en-suite. The cabinetry in this home has a definitely MCM look, even though it was built in 1991.

I'm fascinated by the mezzanine designs. They're like works of art.

Cool Zen yoga area.

Very large desk, if you need a serious home office.

Wow.

Beautiful lap pool.

[marzipanandminutiae]

I just think Edith Cushing is a disaster and more people should acknowledge this and love her for it

she is a tornado in the body of a delicate ingenue. she Happens To People. this is the best thing about her, apart from the morbidity

[nonconstories]

Someone pissed me off a couple of days ago

So! Below are several links to programs and foundations that promote adult literacy! Hundreds of millions of adults world wide were failed by their education system and now must fend for themselves while trying to read contracts and hospital bills and infographics from the CDC. But they don't have to be alone, and it is never too late to learn!

ProLiteracy: A network of educators, researchers, and advocates which provides research reports, learning materials, and other support to adult education programs. They assist with connecting volunteers to local programs and provide guidance and support to community leaders trying to use their programs' findings to advocate for social and political change.

Adult Literacy League: An adult education program in Central Florida, which aims to provide students with one on one attention to foster growth and confidence. It also offers English Second Language courses and job skills training, and each new student receives a comprehensive assessment to determine the best plan for them.

Saint Vincent and Sarah Fisher Center's Foundational Skills Program: A 100% free adult education program aimed at adults reading below a fifth grade level. It operates year round and is either in person or remote, and they now have a GED testing center that is open to students and the public alike.

Washtenaw Literacy: A free network of trained tutors for adults in Washtenaw County, Michigan.

Adult Learning Program (Las Vegas/Clark County): Free education classes to those lacking a high school diploma, those seeking to learn ESL, and adults who read below an eighth grade level. Also assists in students' search for gainful employment. Nevada got so fucked by COVID and the education/literacy numbers in the South West are grim. Please help these guys.

Hawaii Literacy: In addition to helping adult residents of Hawaii Island learn to read and write AND bridging the education gap in Hawaii's underserved children, they offer computer literacy classes, ESL classes, and a bookmobile. 1 in 6 Hawaiian adults struggle to read and write.

[la-galaxie-langblr]

job rant incoming

[incorrectsibunaquotes]

i like touchstone of ra for the concept, but the execution was just too fast, which i KNOW is because it was always going to be a 90 minute movie… but imagine if that was a full season and they had time to flesh out everything

[soulmvtes]

this month is so busy i feel so overwhelmed but i know i am going to feel so much relief when it's over

[randomnameless]

About that Listhea and Edelgard dialogue on crest and nobles, do you remember how in the begining of the game Hanneman wonders if Byleth as a Crest when they are a freaking commoner/mercenary ?

That's another reason why the doodoo about "crust = nobles" is, well, doodoo.

Thing is, Fodlan verse cannot be that well developed and written because Supreme Leader has to "have a point" for people who buy things at face value.

So we can't have succession crisis when commoners (maybe far far far far removed bastards?) pop up with a crest while the "noble line" doesn't have any to lampshade how the crust system is BaD because it decides inheritence... when Supreme Leader hammers that everyone with a crust is a noble.

Imagine a verse where Hanneman's crest detector machine is used to "discredit" or to give more credit to, say, someone's inheritance by checking if they have a crest or not, or House Goneril having to deal with Bob the fisher who has a Crest of Goneril, thus asks for his part of inheritance of the Goneril estate because that totes means he's part of this family?

In Supreme Leader and her court's views, Bob doesn't exist as a fisherman, Bob is already a noble! And if he isn't, well, he doesn't exist.

Are people anobled because they have a crust? Billy and Jerry are living proofs that no, they're not. But we can't focus on this too much, else Supreme Leader's spiel falls apart.

FWIW, there's a reason why I liked White Clouds, because, while it's a prologue, on its own, it gives a bit of meat to the Fodlan verse - because it's supposed to be a red herring route so you hear everything and yet see the dissonances for the big reveal (Flamey's identity!) to hit as "hard" as it does with all the sad uwus it entails, come the post-TS, we don't give a crap about Flamey anymore, and everyone drinks tea.

So, in a way, Hanneman could only wonder if Billy has a crest despite being a random in WC - because in the post TS routes, Supreme Leader has to have a point (they need those sad uwus!) and we don't care to find out or hear about magic blood, the player is hammered with "magic blood BaD because it exists".

[bakafurai]

yeah that's fine I didn't need my heart anyways

[caitlynmeow]

The girlies, like most Europeans, know a number of languages.

They speak Romanian, English, Italian, French and Latin. Alcina is very serious about this, as her daughters’ education is very important to her. It is the one thing she will never budge on; her daughters are going to be well versed in many languages and read different literatures in their respective language.

Of course, she will not limit them to that, if any of her daughters wants to learn an additional language, she can go right ahead and do that because she will always have her mama’s blessings to do so.

[ididit-allofit-foryou]

about to have my first shift at my new job!!!

[hilsonrecsmd]

Carpals, Metacarpals, Phalanges 

by aribbonofblack

mature | comp. | 5k | wilson is 17 in this ; historical au (1950s)

(author says pg-13 but i'm gonna go with mature / R)

Summary: House is a medical resident. Wilson is a college sophomore on a pre-med track. Wilson studies. House helps. A medical school AU set in 1951.

When he got an A on his male reproductive system exam a month later, though, he was happily able to ascribe that to experience.

reccer's note: extremely sensual hand porn that isn't actually explicit smut. literally amazing

more links: livejournal

[sneez]

since i started testosterone in february i have been reading a stanza of andrew marvell’s poem ‘the garden’ every month to track the way my voice has changed. today i finished it :-)

[shewhoeatssand]

Kaneki is SO cute and squeezable like you can feel the dimension in him sometimes and he8s so pretty and he sometimes likes to play he can play Go he’s amazing he’s talented he feels like something tangible