#seduction theory

[beneaththemooon]

[poem-today]

A poem by Savannah Brown 

Seduction theory

Once I made out with a pair of twins in one night so let it be known when I want something I want more of it than usually exists. Everyone at the party follows me into the other room like a group of anthropologists trying to solve an ancient mystery. My back became a swollen star map to nowhere after fucking in the woods. Every drug makes me want my hair stroked and you would not believe all the places you can be emotionally volatile in. My boyfriends have been congratulated. I've worn still lakes as thigh highs. Someday I will conduct an uncomplicated orgy where everyone knows exactly what to do with their hands. I've filled journals with fantasies about people who hate me, imprisoned people in my mind, and they're still there. Feeling something that is almost pain. Their aliveness is dazzling with what is almost purpose.

Savannah Brown 

More poems by Savannah Brown  are available through her website.

[praazlwurm]

is this anything

[fredricwertham]

do you think if fredric wertham was a 2010s tumblr fujoshi, he would ship brudick?

[orgyrevolution]

The simplest demonstration of the idea that trauma and immunity are linked is observing when people cough, or sneeze or etc; it can be more conscious or less conscious; it can sometimes appear deliberately rude; and it's in response to tension which is sexual and immune. It is an immune response and a sexual response.

[the-most-humble-blog]

My Writing Smells Like Her — And She Doesn’t Even Know I’m Praying

My writing smells like her.

She sleeps.

I type.

She said she was too hot last night —

took off her panties and kicked them aside like a princess tired of protocol.

Now they’re in my hand.

Spoils of war.

Proof of surrender.

I smell them.

Not with shame.

With ritual.

I’m not a creep.

Not really.

Unless it’s for her.

And only for fabric

that had the honor of pressing against her rebellious womanhood —

the kind of softness that doesn’t ask.

It claims.

That musk.

That biological confession

only the brave are allowed to inhale.

It confronts what a woman truly is.

Not the aesthetic.

Not the filtered gallery.

But the essence.

She lies there — petite, porcelain, breathing like a dream.

But her scent?

That’s no girl.

That’s a grown woman’s scent,

a holy betrayal of her own appearance.

It smells like survival.

It smells like milk, mourning, and monarchy.

Like she could raise both a king and a queen

depending on the weather

and whether you want tea or coffee.

Mine is different.

Mine is battle sweat.

Mine is the stench of blood, dirt, and manhood earned under the threat of extinction.

But hers?

Hers is home.

Hers is the scent that ends war.

I talk in rain.

Droplets. Streaks. Static across your windshield.

You can turn the wipers on if you want —

if it makes you feel more in tune

with your own wetness.

But I’ll still be here.

Writing in the rhythm of her hips.

Typing in the tongue of the cloth she left behind.

My writing smells like her.

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🔁 Call to Action:

💦 Reblog if you’ve ever tasted truth through fabric.

👃 Comment: “I believe in scent theology.”

🛏️ Save this for the nights you can’t tell if your own musk is mourning or memory.

💣 Reblog if this lit something in you.

[ilovemylaptop]

in the meantime: portal 2 is such an objectum game. or i guess the concept of glados as a whole is? specifically how she has near full control of the facility and its basically an extension of her but also its own thing??

anyways the reason i started this post is because of the panels. omg the panels

the ones before one of the first chambers and make way for you to pass through, the ones hitting the wall in frustration, the ones that can't quite fit back into the floor and keep readjusting OR JUST ANY OF THEM BUILDING AND FIXING THE NEW CHAMBERS <3

like. i know technically its glados controlling them but in my head its like they're her employees or something lol

[wodania]

ALSO do you have thoughts on betha's relationship with the brackens and egg's thoughts on this..

OKAY EGG ORB PONDERING DONE!!!

Egg takes like a very “y’all are fucking weird” approach to politics. I feel like he prob got some backlash from the Brackens marrying a Blackwood and that backlash would’ve escalated when he was named King, making a Blackwood Queen. As for how he reacted, I’d say he probably thought they were all freaks. Like wdym you’ve got this beef going STILL. Pack it up. I love my wife my wife loves me. Egg/Betha marriage to me is that pic of two people in bed saying “I consent” and then the dude looming over them with “is there someone you forgot to ask”. That someone Egg forgot to ask was the Brackens. It’s said no one challenged his marriage to Betha but at the same time I feel like the Brackens are just a guarantee. We don’t need to bring them up.

Though the concept of Egg being so kind and beloved that the Brackens put their beef behind them and said, “yeah you can marry a Blackwood,” is kind of hilarious. You know what I kinda like that maybe it’s true that no one challenged their marriage.

[wheresurboytonighthelookslikeenj]

oh shit….elizabeth davidson was his patient……

agh… edie … hes the reason why she killed herself :( he dismissed her trauma because hes always on that damn oedipus complex :(

[grandpasessions]

I value only impassivity and am only seduced by misfortune. To have such a strong taste for detachment and tragedy is to admit that one is not called to make the slightest spiritual progress.

Notebooks Emil Cioran

[venti-death-watch]

diluc is gonna die because of the genesis pearl, or to purify to the genesis pearl à la brunnhildr’s pyre purifying the ring of power. or something like that

[eyedi]

downloading books to my kindle vs. actually reading them

[feral-ballad]

Savannah Brown, from Closer Baby Closer; “Seduction theory”

[Text ID: “so let it be known when I want something I want more of it than usually exists.”]

[cloudwisp]

𝐬𝐲𝐥𝐮𝐬 · 𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐫𝐲 𝐩𝐢𝐞𝐜𝐞 𝐨𝐟 𝐡𝐢𝐦

contents: smut. minors dni 18+. reader wears a nightgown to subtly get the message across. attempt at seduction. lots of teasing and kissing. first time with him. size difference. fingering. borderline overstimulation. no protection. mostly sweet lovemaking but implications of leading to rougher sex. sylus has a huge dick (he is standing at 6’2 after all). 2.9k wc.

꒰ note ᰔ based off of this arranged marriage sylus x wife!reader post but can be read as a standalone. smut writing is never one of my strengths but I had fun with this one!! and I can only hope it’s an enjoyable read to those who were anticipating a sequel 🤍꒱

“Doing a little late night reading?” Sylus glances at your form through his peripheral as you enter his bedroom with a light skip in your steps. He’s perched at the end of his bed with a high profile report in hand, and with a tilt of your head and prying eyes you hover over the document between his fingers as you stand before him. You skim through a few lines before he tosses it aside, murmuring that it’s nothing of importance when something more interesting happens to catch his attention and you feel the heat of his gaze doing you a once-over.

Your cheeks warm and you feel a tad shyness wash over you when he quietly appraises your body clad in a gorgeous silk slip with lace embellishments. He hums in appreciation, a slow smirk curling on his lips before he reaches out to grasp your waist and pull you forward onto his lap. He secures one arm around you to keep you in place and his thumb sweeps over the delicate sleepwear and the bare skin of your thigh in a soft, languid motion. “You’ll catch a cold in just your nightgown, kitten. Or did you wear it for me?”

“Maybe I just wanted to change into something a little more comfortable.” You respond with a coy smile and playful shrug of your shoulder which causes the thin strap to fall from just a whisper of movement. He enjoys your little display and act of innocence if this is your way of telling him that you want to deepen the relationship through shared intimacy like normal marital couples do during this time of night. And truthfully, he’s been waiting far too long for this moment to come but he didn’t expect you to offer yourself on a silver platter. What a sweet and precious wife you are.

“I’m sure you could find something more suitable than a flimsy nightgown.” His knuckles brush up along your arm and hooks the fallen strap around his finger to slide it back into its proper place. “But then, perhaps you wanted to tease me, too?”

You click your tongue in disappointment. No matter what you do he was always two steps ahead of you—it’s thoughtful yet infuriating especially when you want him to act more surprised. “Nothing ever gets passed by you, it seems.”

His large hand slips under the lace trimmings of your nightgown and moves closest to your backside for a firm squeeze. “You should know by now how badly I want you, sweetheart. And with you sitting in my lap, looking breathtaking like that. I’m tempted to just rip this little thing off of you.”

You purse your lips into a small pout that’s adorable to him and grunt in disapproval. “What if this night dress is one of my favorites? Don’t I get a say in what you can and can’t tear?”

He arches a brow as though to challenge you by putting the theory into practice. You keep forgetting that he could read you like an open book, and he loves nothing more than proving you wrong at every chance. “Are you saying you wouldn’t enjoy it if I did? I’ll buy you new ones. Better ones.”

You mull over at the thought. “Sounds troublesome. I’ll have to keep making these frequent shopping trips.”

“I just mean the nightgown is in the way of me seeing all of you. You’re more than welcome to wear it any other time, but right now… I want it off.”

“Well, it’s only fair you make the next move.” He groans lowly when you shift your weight in his lap and rest your head against him. You drag your manicured finger down his chest and gently flick at the silver chain looped between his collar. “I did come all this way just for you.”

He understood your meaning and leans down close enough so his warm breath fans over your lips when he tilts your chin to look at him. “If you want me to take off my clothes, you’ll have to undress me yourself.” The soft spoken words in his deep voice send a tingle to the back of your brain, and the lingering kiss he places on the corner of your mouth adds a fluttering sensation in your stomach.

“Still making me work for it? And here I thought I would be cherished and wouldn’t even need to lift a finger.” You bring yourself upright and shove him down onto the bed to climb over him and straddle him. He gives you a knowing smirk at the sound of your cute gasp when you feel just how hard he is for you against your clothed cunt. You make quick work of undoing the underlay of buttons tucked beneath the thick fabric of his tailored dress shirt and remove it entirely to reveal every bit of lean muscle. His build akin to that of a spectacularly sculpted marble statue down to the details of his veins on his strong arms.

“Making you work for it is half the fun, kitten. But just remember who will be putting in the most work tonight.” His hand wanders up your thigh again and moves along the curve of your waist, the expensive silk bunches under his touch and he gropes the fullness of your breast. You feel the strap loosen around your shoulder once more. “Are you liking what you’re seeing? You’re allowed to mark what’s yours, you know. But I’d like to be able to mark you as mine too, wife.” His hungry eyes slowly roam over your matching panties and midriff before he returns your gaze.

Your smaller hand covers his knuckles meanwhile his thumb brushes across your nipple and he revels in the feeling of the bud hardening over the material. “You’re just always so straightforward, aren’t you?” You sensually wrap your finger around the other strap that’s perfectly intact and at your cue Sylus glides his hand down to the small of your back and watches as the dress cascades down to your midsection.

“And you’re so beautiful.” You’re a heavenly sight to behold with the way his amorous stare commits your very existence to his memory, particularly the swell of your lovely breasts that’s heavy with lust and begging for more of his attention. He gently reaches for your wrist and his fingers smooth under your palm to bring your hand up to his face. His thumb runs over the wedding band that binds you to him laying a light kiss against your knuckles, then places your hand over his shoulder waiting for your next move.

You don’t waste another second closing the distance between you two and crash your lips against his for a needy and desperate kiss. Your fingers tangle into his silver locks and your heat grinds against him hoping for some semblance of relief from the ache that’s building inside you. You feel him envelop your breasts fully with each caress and tender squeeze and a little bit of nipple play.

Sylus tastes faintly of sweet, tannic notes from the lingering aftertaste of red wine as your tongue meets his through parted lips. His arms and hands alternate between hugging your body and grip tightening on your hips, bucking himself up into your heat. You feel yourself needing more, wanting more and being closer to him so you hurriedly unbuckle his belt and suddenly the sound of fabric tearing reaches your ears.

You muffle in surprise against his lips and push him back just enough to see him wearing a smug expression. “I should’ve known you’d go against my wishes.” You scoff in disbelief and yet there’s a grin playing across your features that betrays your earlier words. You hate to admit he was right from the start—that you’d find the ripping more attractive instead of being carefully unwrapped like you both have all the patience in the world.

Sylus discards the now ruined piece of clothing aside. He lifts you with ease and your back embraces the cool sheets when he drops you down on the mattress and returns to his full height. “I was never one to follow rules. Besides, you look perfect like this.” You support yourself up on your elbows to follow his movements, and any smart comeback you have dies in your throat when he picks up where you left off by unfastening his belt and stripping out of his trousers. His boxer briefs follow suit and he thinks it’s adorable how you look mesmerized from this performance alone.

Your eyes settle on his huge cock. Almost gawking at it and you unconsciously clench your thighs together. It’s perfectly proportioned to the rest of him—long and notably thicker with an upward center curve and a few prominent veins here and there. He flushes a pretty shade of red that’s gradient from the head down and his pubes are neatly trimmed.

“You don’t have to look so scared, kitten.” He rasps an amused chuckle, and he feels you tense slightly when his hand scales up along your knee to your inner thigh and he dips his fingers between your legs. “I’ll take my time with you so you can handle me.”

Your breath hitches when he feels how drenched you are through your panties. He offers a gratified hum, his handsome face and broad shoulders become your main focus as he closes in on you. “Spread your legs wider.” He murmurs into your ear, and as soon as you give him more access he delves into your mouth for a bruising kiss and chases you down onto the bed. His ministrations on your clit feel absolutely sinful yet so wonderful and your arm wrap around his back meanwhile your hand explores the muscled panels of his upper body and the areas that are within your reach.

A string of saliva connects you both then disappears as your lips come apart. But he doesn’t stray far when the exquisite look on your face is a breath away and he pulls your panties aside to collect your arousal with two digits sliding through your puffy folds. Your lustful sounds escape in a warm exhale as soon as he slowly inserts his thick fingers into your tight pussy, and you’re quite the vision arching your back so tastefully.

“Mmh, that f-feels so good, Sylus.” Your eyes glaze over when he steadily pumps in and out of you, curling so deliciously at your sweet spot and he marvels at the way your cunt is greedily sucking in his fingers. There’s nothing else like him, the way he stretches you and reaches the deeper parts and hits the bits you can’t yourself. He adores the breathless sighs and mewls of his name when he pushes you to the edge even more while kissing you senselessly.

“You sound beautiful. I love the way my name tastes on your lips.” You can feel him smirk against you, but you’re too immersed in your pleasure to respond in words that aren’t broken syllables. He trails open-mouth kisses down to your jawline and along the column of your neck, grazing his teeth and softly sucking on your skin until hues of velvet purple form. Your head burrows into the soft cushion of the mattress, hips squirming as your hand clutches onto his forearm from tension coiling inside you.

“M’gonna come soon, Sy—!” Your pretty moans and pants grow heavier each second, and he loves feeling your body quiver when you’re pressed under him. He’s still knuckles deep inside you with every intention of bringing you up to heaven and back down to him. After all, he doesn’t believe in doing things halfway but can’t pass an opportunity to tease his darling wife.

“You’re getting so close already? I barely got started with you, sweetie.” He chuckles lowly yet his cock twitches as precum oozes and leaks down from the slit of his tip. “Don’t hold it in now. Let go and come for me.”

He’s met with your gorgeous o-face when the euphoric bliss courses through your entire body as your walls tighten around his fingers. Your moans turn into squeals and you try to shove his hand away to soften your orgasm but he doesn’t budge from being much stronger than you. The feeling is more than you can handle when your thighs clamp together to stop his movements. But you don’t want the addictive sensation to leave just yet when he borderline overstimulates you, turning you into a trembling and writhing mess.

You barely have a moment to catch your breath when a chortle escapes you from watching him bring his fingers coated in your cum to his mouth for a curious taste. “Mm. Sweet, just as I thought. You did great, kitten.” He leans down to plant a chaste kiss on your forehead, and the first wave of your drawn-out release slowly ebbs away. “Don’t you think you deserve one more?” Sylus pulls your soaked panties down your legs and casts them aside, leaving you completely bare under his gaze.

“I should hope so. Been wanting for you to stuff me with your fat cock tonight.” You’re still a little breathless when your finger glides down his toned chest in a sensual and playful manner. He makes a content hum at the sound of that with an upward quirk of his lips.

“What a bold and resilient wife I have on my hands. As long as I have you, I’ll never be bored again.” He gladly hoists your leg to wrap around his waist and spits down, giving himself a few strokes making it slick before aligning himself to your dripping cunt. His precum mixes with the remnants of your previous climax with the heavy drag of his tip from your opening up along your clit. He revels in the way your body responds with a little spasm. “I won’t have you going back on your words now.”

The flutter of your lashes steers away from his deep and enigmatic eyes, a nervous gnaw of your lower lips as you anticipate the painful stretch from taking him. “Go slow, okay? Because you know…” He knew you were implying about his sheer size, and you feel him grab hold of your hand and press your interlaced hand against the bed beside your head.

He captures your swollen lips that feel entirely too sweet and intimate, replacing your worries with a gentle tangle of his encompassing love and adoration that seeps into your soul. “I wouldn’t dream about hurting you. That’s a promise. But you have to let me in first.” Your breath hitches when his aching tip probes your entrance, yet the tension doesn’t leave your body until he tells you to focus on him with the exchange of kisses laced with a growing insistence. “You’ll let me know if it hurts, kitten? I want to make you feel good.”

With that said, your sharp nails dig into his shoulder blade and draw red lines at the burning stretch that feels too much yet so good at the same time. Your soft sighs and whimpers fill the hazy room and he’s fucking you slowly with just the tip to help ease the initial discomfort. He searches your face every now and again making sure you’re okay before he continues, letting out a guttural moan when he slips in a little more with each thrust until he carves his way into you completely.

“You’re in too deep—hah. Feel so full and good.” You shudder when he stills his movements, throbbing cock nestled inside you to the hilt and kissing your cervix. There’s a carnal desire brewing in his stomach seeing you pinned under his weight keeping him nice and warm. He wouldn’t mind spending the entire night with you, any plans and commitments he had prior be damned the moment you swayed in through the double doors. “Want you to m-move, please.”

The sound of your polite begging makes him twitch involuntarily, and he could only imagine what desperate pleas you have in store for him tonight and he’s looking forward to it. When your pretty lips implore him to fuck you faster and harder he won’t be able to hold back. After all, he has always been ready and waiting to give himself to you that aligns with your willingness to accept him. There is no love purer than his, this craving he has reserved only for you. “You know you only have to ask, and I’ll give you everything you want. Just be careful what you wish for, sweetie.”

Sylus chuckles at your cute whine shortly after—such a needy little thing you are. He falls into a sweet and slow rhythm that makes you feel each thrust, the head of his dick down to its shape and following the shaft that caresses the underside of your pleasure endings so incredibly good. Your legs wrap around his back and you pull him in deeper because close just isn’t close enough for you. You need to feel the heat of his body sear against your skin as you hold him, and in turn you feel him squeeze your interlaced hand. “Tonight, you’re all mine. Forget anyone else in the world but me.”

[mofsblog]

@autumn-sketches The fake Edward William Allan's notes about "Scratch" in part 38

Sorry I'm still thinking about Lillith "a demonic sheet with holes cut for eyes" Malevolent because WHAT A WAY TO DESCRIBE SOMEONE?? Like, the implication that she's this malicious (malevolent/hj) seeming entity that seems scary and powerful but every once in a while, in her eyes, there's just a glimpse of something more genuine? Of something, or someone, more vulnerable? Of someone hidden away that yearns for something greater? I'm unwell

[multi-fandom-imagine]

➤𝚂𝚝𝚛𝚎𝚜𝚜 𝚁𝚎𝚕𝚒𝚎𝚏 || Gregory House ||

A/n: taking my friend's advice....I did it @angelltheninth

Warnings: Messy blow job, cum swallowing.

"Still hurts?"

Snapping out of his haze, House scoffed as his hand tightened around the paper weight debating on if he should smash it against his hand of not. "I'm fine."

Rolling your eyes you stepped into his office locking the door then closed the blinds so people wouldn't be able to see what you were about to do.

"What are you doing."

Turning around to face the man, you plastered a smile on your face with your hand on your hips."I'm going to suck your dick."

"What?"

"Didn't you hear? Blow jobs really help with the chronic pain."

House raised an eyebrow, intrigued by your bold suggestion. A slow, wicked grin spread across his face. "Is that so? Well, far be it from me to ignore medical advice," he quipped, his voice low and husky with growing desire.

Relaxing into his seat, House narrowed his eyes for a moment keeping his gaze on you. "By all means, put your theory to the test."

House's dark eyes smoldered up at you, filled with challenge and unmistakable want as he watched you slip to your knees.One hand tangle in your hair, gently guiding your head downwards. "Don't keep a sick man waiting," he taunted playfully, his other hand kneading his knee.

A small smile formed on your lips as you unzipped his pants freeing his erection, your hands slowly wrapping around his shaft.

House let out a low groan, his head falling back against the pillow as your warm mouth enveloped him. The dual sensations of her soft lips and clever tongue sent jolts of pleasure radiating through his body, momentarily dulling the ever-present ache in his leg.

"Fuck, just like that," he grunted, his fingers tightening their grip in your hair. House's hips twitched involuntarily, seeking more of your exquisite touch. He could feel the tension draining from his muscles, replaced by a different kind of heat building low in his gut.

"Such a good girl," House praised roughly, his voice strained with barely restrained lust.

Glancing up at him, a slow smile tugged at your lips as you let your lips wrap around the tip of his cock your tongue gliding across the slit as you slowly jerked him off.

House's breath hitched as your tongue swirled around the sensitive head of his cock, teasing him mercilessly. The wet heat of your mouth combined with the slick glide of her hand had him throbbing with need.

"Christ," he panted, his hips rocking subtly into your touch. "If you keep this up, I won't last long enough to properly appreciate your... thorough examination."

Despite his words, House made no move to stop your ministrations. If anything, his grip on your hair tightened, encouraging you to take him deeper. The obscene sounds of your sucking filled the room, mingling with House's guttural moans of pleasure.

"You're playing with fire here," he warned, his voice a low, seductive growl.

Letting out a soft hum around his shaft you took more of his cock into your mouth, your tongue gliding down letting your saliva coat him more encouraging him to let go.

House couldn't hold back a deep, animalistic groan as you took him deeper, the vibrations of your hum sending shockwaves of ecstasy through his core. His grip on your hair became almost painful as he fought the urge to thrust into the welcoming heat of your throat.

"That's it, baby," he urged, his voice rough with desire. "Take it all. Fuck, your mouth feels incredible."

The wet, obscene sounds of your slurping and sucking filled the air, spurring House on. He could feel the pressure building at the base of his spine, his balls drawing tight as his release approached rapidly.

"I'm getting close," House warned through gritted teeth, torn between the desperate need for completion and the selfish desire to prolong this blissful moment. "If you don't want me to come in your mouth, you'd better stop now."

Slowly pulling your mouth off his cock, you let your mouth suck the tip. His dick coated with your saliva as a grin formed on your lips. "I want you too Greg."

Your voice dipped taking his cock back into your mouth.

House let out a strangled moan as your words washed over him, your voice dripping with sultry invitation. The sight of you grinning up at him, his cock glistening with your saliva, nearly undid him right then and there.

"Greedy little minx," he growled approvingly, his hips surging upward as you took him back into the wet haven of your mouth. "You want my cum that badly, huh?"

House tangled both hands in your hair now, setting a steady rhythm as he guided your movements. The obscene slurping noises grew louder, punctuated by his increasingly erratic grunts and moans.

"Fuck, I'm gonna... I'm coming!" he announced, his voice rising in pitch as the coil of tension in his groin finally snapped.

You let out a moan tasting him as he finally released in your mouth. Your hand tightening around his shaft doing your best to swallow his cum.

House threw his head back with a guttural cry of ecstasy as his orgasm crashed over him, wave after wave of intense pleasure radiating out from his core. His hips jerked erratically, spurting thick ropes of cum directly down your eager throat.

"Oh fuck yes, just like that," he panted harshly, as he rode out the aftershocks. The sensation of you swallowing around him, coaxing every last drop from his spasming shaft, was indescribably erotic. He gazed down at you with hooded, satisfied eyes, admiring the debauched picture you made - lips swollen, cheeks flushed, a few stray drops of his essence clinging to your chin.

As the haze of lust began to clear, House slumped back against the chair, chest heaving. He looked down at you with heavy-lidded eyes, a satisfied smirk playing at the corners of his mouth. "Well, well. Looks like you were right about those oral benefits for chronic pain."

Standing up, your fingers ran through your hair fixing it as you let your tongue glide across your lips grasping his chin. "Next time you're in pain House, just let me know and I'll be happy to help."

"Will do."