#wordplay is my passion

[sheisbeautyweareworldass]

dude might be an ambulance with the amount of times he goes wewewewewewe

[lexalovesbooks]

My controversial amazing devil opinion is uhhhhhh marbles > fair

[feleshero]

I've got a few #GRACE requests and graphics to make, so that's where my head is at.

[poetrylandx]

Musik lässt mich spüren

Jeder Ton von meinen Sinnen verschlungen

Jeder einzelne Gedanke von der Melodie verführt

Nahrung für meine Seele, mein Herz

Der Verstand verblasst, während ich mich mit der Musik in den Klangwelten verliere

Zur Hingabe wird Lauschen

Mein Herzschlag spielt im Takt,

Mein Innenleben erwacht, pur und nackt

Musik, die Sprache der Seelen, die Worte oft übertrifft,

Mit ihr bin ich eins, in den Strömen der Melodie versinkt

[tomicscomics]

06/07/2024

Wishing you all a blessed Solemnity of the Most Sacred Heart of Jesus!

JOKE-OGRAPHY:

1. The Sacred Heart: In Catholic tradition, the month of June is dedicated to the Sacred Heart of Jesus, a devotion which sees Jesus's heart as a symbol of God's boundless love for humanity. Moreover, the Solemnity of the Most Sacred Heart of Jesus is being celebrated today (June 7th) this year.

2. Original Imagery: The Sacred Heart is depicted as a human heart wreathed by thorns (like Jesus's crown of thorns) and divine flames/light, with a bleeding wound in the side (a reference to Jesus's postmortem spear-wound), and topped off with a cross (for obvious reasons).

3. My Imagery: In this piece, I depict the Sacred Heart in three stages, separating the symbolism into simple parts and relating them to Jesus's Passion, death, and resurrection.

4. Wordplay: A few years ago, I was struck by the similarity between the words scared, scarred, and sacred, and knew I had to use them together for some kind of wordplay. I just didn't know what kind of wordplay would fit. I usually use my wordsmithing for dumb jokes, but this felt like it needed a different approach, so I waited and wondered until an idea finally hit me just in time for the Month of the Sacred Heart!

5. Fun-Fact: I think this piece marks the first time I've depicted Jesus crucified in Tomics. It's not in my usual style or tone, but that's because those are geared towards comedy, and this is meant to be reverent.

[konigbabe]

heavenly sin

Pairing: RE4!Leon Kennedy x fem!reader

Word count: 3.4k

Tags/warnings: smut (pure unfiltered filth, no plot); voice kink; p-in-v sex; unprotected sex; female gendered anatomy; female masturbation; fingering; cunnilingus; established relationship; no y/n; references to Christianity and ferocity; extensive wordplay

Summary: It's been known that Leon is one kinky bastard.

A/N: Written as part of my A to Z kinks game. N is for narratophilia aka being aroused by sexual storytelling.

Tried something a little bit different to explore my knowledge of English. A wordplay of sorts (I basically threw random words together in hopes that it'd make some sense). Bon Appetit.

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“You enjoying yourself?” As Leon discards his gloves, casting them aside like insignificant relics, you feel the pillow crumple beneath his weight. A testament to the force of his being. The air feels sizzling hot, thick with heat and suffocating in its intensity. “If I knew my words would get you so riled up,” his other hand cups your breast, thumb circling the erected nipple and watching as goosebumps rise over the sensitive skin, “I’d do this much sooner.”

It started as a joke, a fleeting spark in the sea of banter. Leon’s flirtatious nature entwined in perfect harmony with his tender heart.

Fresh out of the shower, your heart longed for the man whose sudden departures have become routine. A standard in your life.

The sun made its final descent below the horizon, the sky painted in shades of amber and gold – the bedroom awash in a warm and inviting glow, as if every object was kissed by the sun's final rays. The light filtered through the sheer curtains, creating patterns on the floor that danced like flickering flames.

And in the midst of it all, Leon's call came through, cutting through the stillness.

The conversation began innocently. Calling to let you know he’ll be home soon. It was as though his tenderness was butterfly's wings, fluttering in your chest and making your heart skip a beat.

His sincere words slowly spilt over into something else. Something more. Something promising.

It’s now that the phone lies next to your ear, and Leon's voice, like a silk ribbon, unwinds into your consciousness, stirring a deep and primal desire within you. Building the anticipation need inside you.

“After that, I’d bent you over the table. You’d already be naked and dripping,” Leon’s voice a song of Solomon, “but I’d be far from done with you.”

A gasp, soft and quiet, escapes your parted lips. Every fibre of your body, every cell is set on fire. The setting sun casting flames over your naked skin of yours. Flesh burning. Body wrapped in a cocoon of passionate flames – your palm pressing against the sensitive nub, the pressure light as a feather. Slow, languid strokes of your fingers follow Leon’s words.

Muscles tightening as the pressure keeps adding with each sentence. Slow and steady. With a pace of a gentle stream. Dipping one finger deep inside your slick walls, only to stop when you reach fully inside.

A stream of docile moans flows from your throat.

“Just to feel you take my cock. Hear those gorgeous gasps as you beg me to give it to you,” hand gripping the messed-up sheets underneath you, squeezing tight as you add another finger, curling them upwards.

“Rough, just how you like it. Pretty sure we’d break the table,” Leon’s words are accompanied by a light chuckle, hiding much more sinister and vivid ideas inside his head.

The way his name rolls off your tongue makes him cuss. Your voice carries the weight of longing, desire, and devotion. Making Leon wish to finally be home.

“Fuck. Could spend all day between those lovely legs of yours.” Leon’s voice descends to a low murmur, tinged with raw, feral hunger.

With a touch as tender as a butterfly’s wing, thumb circling the aching nub of nerves; it ignites a wildfire of ecstasy within your body. As you lightly graze your opening, feeling the softness of your slick walls, a delicate gasp escapes your mouth, akin to a prayer of submission to this moment of pure passion and pleasure.

“Just to taste that pretty pussy of yours on my tongue.”

Leon's voice pours into the phone, rich and sinful. You hear the front door open with a soft creak, the sound echoing through your body. He's finally home, his presence filling your senses with a heady aroma of musk and lust, a tantalizing potion that you can't resist.

He gazes at you with eyes like storm clouds brewing with desire. The air is thick with the scent of sex and your yearning, hanging in the dimly lit bedroom, resembling a heavy fog. You keep your gaze locked with his, transfixed as Leon strides in, his figure outlined by the glow of light seeping in from the hallway.

You don’t stop–

–instead, your fingers delve deeper. Nails grazing the tender walls, the slight discomfort only adding to the pleasure. Like a deer caught in headlines, your eyes stay on his.

The sound of your slickness echoes in the room as you thrust in and out, unconsciously matching the rhythm of Leon's steps – left in, right out, left in, right out – a dance of carnal desire.

And just like that, he stands on the side of the bed.

Leon’s eyes gleam with a fierce intensity. A perfect blend of predatory sensuality and effortless ease. With the grace of a pather; clad in a black henley shirt, the first two buttons undone, exposing the slight curve of his clavicles. It molds to his chiseled form as though it was a second skin, making Leon exude a primal magnetism that draws you closer to your high.

Spellbound by the scene in front of him – by you; fingers deep inside, eyes glazed over with orgasmic ecstasy as your work yourself to your high.

The air is thick with the sweet scent of your desire, a heady aroma that fills his senses with an overwhelming urge to indulge in your rapture.

He steps closer, placing one knee on the bed. The mattress creaks under his weight, but his gaze never leaves yours. It's as if you're the only person in the world that matters to him right now. The heat emanating from his body is palpable, and you feel your heart race as his presence commands the room.

“You enjoying yourself?”

His tone is low. A seductive purr sends a wave of electricity through your veins. Hot like molten lava. Dripping like honey, sweet and luscious. They linger in the air, coating everything around you with a sticky warmth.

His name leaves your lips in a deep sigh. Soft walls squeeze your fingers.

As he discards his fingerless gloves, casting them aside like insignificant relics, you feel the pillow crumple beneath his weight. A testament to the force of his being. The air feels sizzling hot, thick with heat and suffocating in its intensity.

Leon’s arm flexes, the sinewy muscles bulging when put to work. Your eyes lock onto his, drinking in the raw masculinity and primal allure of his being. A contented moan escapes your lips, an instinctive reaction to the overwhelming sensuality of the moment.

“If I knew my words would get you so riled up,” his other hand cups your breast, thumb circling the erected nipple and watching as goosebumps rise over the sensitive skin, “I’d do this much sooner.”

His towering form casts a shadow over you as he leans closer. Lips so close you can almost taste the desire that emanated from him. The heat of his breath dances across your skin, making your senses swirl in a dizzying haze of lust; igniting a fire that burns with the intensity of Samson's strength.

“Wanna gimme a kiss?” he whispers, his lips almost brushing against yours. You’re still able to feel the soft graze of the plump skin atop of yours, sending a fluttering sensation to your heart.

You can't help but feel intoxicated by his voice, each word rolling off his tongue with a silky smoothness that sends shivers down your spine. It's almost like he's casting a spell, using his voice as a weapon to ensnare you in his grasp. And you willingly surrender, caught in the web of his honeyed words; like Delilah, powerless to his will, swept away by the power of his seduction.

Lips grazing his, you push your face upwards to be closer. The kiss is both gentle and fierce; a tantalizing dance of lips and tongues that leaves you breathless and wanting more. The taste of him a mix of mint and spice. You stop the movement of your wrist between your legs. Stilling, feeling the wet squeeze around your fingers, your mind becomes a blank canvas, a vast expanse of nothingness.

The taste of him lingers on your tongue as he pulls away. Thick fingers wrapping around your wrist, he nudges your fingers out of you. A displeased grunt leaves your lips at the sudden emptiness. Only to have your breath stop; watching as Leon brings your hand, fingers visibly sticky with your juices, tongue swirling around the tip of your index finger before taking two of the fingers in his mouth. It’s as if he’s tasting the forbidden fruit, savoring the flavor of your arousal like the sweetest nectar.

Feeling the wet tip of his tongue swirl around your fingers, you can’t help but let out a soft moan. The rough texture brushes over the pads of your fingers. Licking every drop of you off of your fingers, leaving them clean before he licks his own lips.

“Missed that taste.”

His eyes never leave yours, dark and intense with desire as he slowly releases your hand.

“Missed you almost that much too.”

His words wash over you like a warm embrace, seeping into your pores and settling deep within your bones. As his body moves over yours, his hands glide across the burning expanse of your skin, tracing patterns of passion that leave you breathless in anticipation. The soft touch of his lips on your navel sends ripples of pleasure through your body, each sensation building on the last until you're gasping for air.

Leon sinks to his knees at the end of the bed; his movements smooth and graceful. Years of never-ending training left him in full control of every muscle. Arms sliding underneath your knees, he holds you firmly as he grips your hips with unyielding strength.

A single tug. Confident in its prosecution. He brings you to the edge of the bed, your glistening cunt hovering in front of his face. The sight of him there, between your legs, both captivating and overwhelming.

The wet tip of his tongue peaks from within his kiss-bruised lips.

Before you know it, you’re completely undone. A mess. Leon's tongue turns your body into a temple of pleasure; his movements sinuous and calculated. With each flick and swirl of his tongue, he's coaxing you to heights of ecstasy.

His tongue traces every inch of your throbbing cunt, flicking and teasing your clit as you squirm beneath him, one hand grasping his soft hair while the other squeezes your breast. His fingers, thick and rough, plunge deep inside of you, finding all the right spots to drive you wild. Each thrust of his hand sends jolts of pleasure through your body, making you moan and writhe with need.

"Such a fucking filthy little thing," he growls against your skin, the heat of his breath making you shiver. He devours you with his mouth and hands, taking you to the brink of ecstasy and back again; fingers scissoring and pumping, working you over until you're a quivering mess of desire.

The blunt pressure of the tips of his fingers pressing mildly against your inner walls sending pinnacles of bliss across your body until you’re mewling at the sharp pleasure that ripples down your spine.

You claw at the sheets, unable to control the waves of sensation that crash over you.

And then, with a final, shuddering gasp, you let yourself go, your body convulsing in waves of pure pleasure. Ecstasy; Leon’s name a sweetened melody on the tip of your tongue.

He stands up afterwards, a towering figure before your eyes. Your aching legs fall from his shoulders onto the bed. Leon looms over you, appearing almost god-like, a divine being sent to ravage you with its passion.

Disposing of his shirt, you lay on the bed motionless, senses on high and in anticipation as you watch the man strip. With every article of clothing that comes off, Leon’s body reveals itself in all its glory. Shoulders and chest sculptured, shaped by years of intense training. Someone who’s worked hard to achieve such a physique. Rippling muscles that flex with every movement he makes. His arms thick with veins and biceps that bulge with raw strength, capable of holding you up effortlessly. You can see every ridge of his abs, each one chiseled to perfection.

“Enjoyin’ the view?” he rasps after ridding himself of the last article while you shamelessly stare at Leon’s sheer size and the strength of him.

“Very much,” you breathe out when he crawls on top of you.

His cock rests atop your stomach, heavy and pulsing with need; leaking as he marks you in his precum. Yet, neither of you moves. Unbothered, you remain locked in his gaze before his lips capture yours in a short passionate kiss. Drawn together by the irresistible pull of gravity, your lips meet in a collision of desire and longing.

Legs wrapping high around his waist, his hand leaves the side of your neck and travels the side of your body, igniting a trail of heat as it goes. Leon strokes the length of your thigh, only stopping when his fingers rest under your knee momentarily. Then you feel the blunt tip press against your aching cunt. The anticipation inside you unravels like a tightly wound spool, releasing a flood of sensations that spreads throughout your body.

“Ready?” he breathes out; his warm breath tickles your skin as his lips brush against yours once again.

The silky texture of his hair brush against your fingertips. Legs tightening around his upper body, you pull him closer to you. “Yeah.”

The pressure against your throbbing cunt intensifies as Leon presses forward. The crown of his cock splits you open with ease, enveloping him. Welcoming him eagerly in your wet heat. As if he belongs there.

Leon’s touch’s electric, sending shivers down your spine as he claims you with each bite and kiss. His teeth graze your chin, softly nibbling at the skin as he lets out a guttural grunt. Keeping one hand on the side of your neck, possessive and tender, surely to feel the rapid pulse of your jugular vein, he hooks his thumb underneath your jaw and pushes upwards.

When your head is tilted upwards enough to his satisfaction, his lips latch on the front of your neck. Small, quick bites decorate the stretched skin. Followed by a wet kiss, he sucks on the skin. Vulnerable and exposed.

Moans cascade from your lips, an ode to his cock splitting you apart slowly. A divine intrusion into your depths, filling you.

He stills when he’s buried balls deep inside of you; bottoms out in your quivering walls, slick with post-orgasmic arousal.

The feeling of fullness, of being completely filled, is almost too much to bear. Your breath hitches in your throat, body trembling with pleasure as it strains to accommodate him; to make enough space to take him in.

Your eyes flatter shut as he waits, face nuzzling into the crook of your neck while his hand cups the underside of your breast with his thumb teasing your nipple in a leisurely manner.

A moment of content falls between you. Bodies molded together; two halves of a whole.

After a few seconds, you press the sole of your feet into his skin, feeling the taunt muscle contract underneath you.

A subtle but unmistakable gesture. A wordless plea for more.

A fuck me of sorts.

Your body speaks volumes, a language he's learned to decipher. And with a low growl, he responds to your invitation. A low roll of his hips. A test of your readiness. It becomes a measured beat that tests your strength, the pressure of his cock firmly pressed against the walls of your cervix.

It has you sent into a harmonious frenzy.

Leon continues with the rhythm. Relishing in the tight squeeze of your cunt, in the way you sing for him, his name a sacred hymn on your lips. Your body responds eagerly to his touch, every nerve ending on fire as pleasure courses through you.

His hands sear a blazing trail on your burning flesh. Every touch feels as if he’s branding you, etching himself onto your skin.

The wetness of his lips causes goosebumps to raise on your skin. Moving like a reverent prayer. Worship of your body as his tongue swipes over your sensitive nipples.

Your name escapes his lips and is met with a low moan.

Tantalizing and peaceful.

Leon’s unhurried movements slowly transform into something more. Rough and hasty. Teeth nibbling at your jawline, feeling the bone underneath the skin, your nails bite into the tight muscle of his shoulder blades. Surely to leave indents that will bloom into bruises and marks. Your back arch, offering yourself up to him as you focus on meeting his thrusts.

As his hand wanders down the length of your body, his fingers dance along the curves of your waist and hips before grazing the globes of your ass; giving it a rough squeeze before wrapping his fingers under your knee and pulling away from your neck.

Meanwhile, his other hand braces his body weight by your face. Leon’s fingers entwine around your ankle. Pushing your leg up and over his shoulder, you moan over the painful stretch of your hamstring as he gazes at you.

He moves with a frenzied urgency. Lowering himself to rest on his elbows, his fingers find their way to your clit.

The way he flicks over the sensitive nub elicits a series of moans and cries from you only to be silenced by his lips crashing onto yours.

The kiss is wet and messy. Hungry. Both of you eager to take and dominate, his tongue dancing with yours in a frenzied manner.

It's like he's a man possessed, lost in the rhythm of his movements and the feel of your body beneath him. You writhe and moan, lost in a haze of sensation and desire as he takes you higher towards that ultimate release. That sweet orgasm. Every motion is a symphony, a perfect blend of power and finesse, as he explores the contours of your body with a deep hunger.

Mind becoming blurry, your senses are consumed by the raw, primal desire Leon elicits with his thrusts. Moving to brace himself better, it feels impossible when you feel the blunt pressure hit even deeper than before. Gasping, you move your hips, trying to take him as deep as possible.

The smell of sweat and sex fills the air, and you can hear the sound of skin slapping against the skin as Leon moves with increasing speed and intensity. His determination to tear you apart only grows each time your hips meet, sending bolts of electricity throughout your every cell. His thumb flicks over your clit, applying pressure and circling the aching bud until you’re quivering underneath the mass of a man above you. Inside you.

The sound of his grunts and moans blends into a symphony of pleasure, each note building up the tension within you. You feel like a volcano on the brink of eruption, bubbling with molten passion until it finally snaps. Erupts.

A tidal wave of pleasure washes over you. Sweeping you in a vortex of delight. A thousand stars explode in your mind, each one brighter than the last, painting your vision with vibrant colors. Your body convulses, spasming in rhythm with the waves of pleasure that ripple through you.

Gasps leave your lips. Desperate for air, you cling to Leon, whose thrusts never wavered. Whose fingers continue to tease your clit, now throbbing and exploding with sensitivity. His eyes lock on yours, lips parted with low moans escaping from between before you bring his face down to you, swallowing each cry of pleasure but eventually, he pulls away.

You watch as Leon’s eyes snap shut, brows furrowing in pleasure as he stills. His full length buried inside of your spasming cunt, filling you up with his cum.

Your body’s spent. Yet your mind’s still reeling from the sheer intensity as Leon remains buried inside; his breath ragged and uneven before he pulls out with measured slowness, teasing your oversensitive clit with a gentle tap. You shudder at the sensation of him trickling out of you.

“Hi.”

The simple word leaves your mouth in a breathless whisper. A mere welcome that was meant to be addressed when he first entered your home instead of now. A warmth spreads through your body, settling low in your belly as you take in the sight of him; the way his blond hair falls across his forehead, resembling a halo of an angel. Cheeks tinted in light pink and lips curved into a small smile as he looks at you.

“Hi.”

[corn-fart]

My self-indulgent Champion Swap AU with Nemona and Leon :]

Uh expect more content of this, cuz this AU has been gripping my brain for the past week or so ahahah

More rambling under cut:

Nemona:

Whereas regular Leon's dream is for Galar's trainers to be the strongest in the world, Swap Nemona's dream is to simply get more people to enjoy Pokémon battling.

Despite the Galar League's uber-competitive attitude, Nemona has always prioritized having a good Pokémon battle over winning. The title of "Undefeated Champion" exhausts her.

I'm not entire sure who her ace/Dynamax Pokémon would be. Probably either Pawmot or her starter Pokémon.

If I knew Goroawase (Japanese wordplay with numbers), I would've given Nemona a number other than 1. I'll probably look into it more.

I'm thinking the other player character (Victor/Gloria) would replace Hop in this AU. Nemona helped raise them/was really close to them in childhood and they're siblings in all but blood.

Her family is still rich and on the board of the Rotom Phone company. Nemona's Champion status is excellent for sponsorships, but her family still rarely contacts her.

While Nemona's struggle with throwing Pokéballs is publicly well-known, it is NOT something she is made fun of for. >:(

Leon:

I'm gonna be real, I know way more about Nemona in general over Leon :']

While having a similar passion for Pokémon battling, Swap Leon is definitely more competitive compared to Nemona.

If he's not at the Academy or training around Paldea, he's at home taking care of his little brother Hop, who's almost ready to enroll at the Academy.

Experienced similar levels of isolation (and possibly bullying) compared to regular Nemona at the Academy. I'm still debating why specifically, but honestly? The Academy already seemed like a pretty awful place before the Team Star ordeal anyways :')

Still has Charizard as his ace. Bonded pair do not separate lol.

I did draw a version of Leon in the Naranja Academy uniform, he just looked better in the Uva Academy uniform hjkfhwk

Um um um that is all I can remember at the moment. I have a few comic ideas I wanna draw but also my school starts up literally tomorrow so I won't be able to draw much 😔

[astrodescent]

🌿MERCURY AND THE 3H AS HOW IT INFLUENCES YOUR SENSE OF HUMOUR🌿

the planet of mercury rules communication, quick thinking, and how we express ourselves. in astrology, it affects how we talk, think, and understand others. the 3rd house (3H) deals with communication, learning, and siblings. humor comes from how you process and share info. you could also look at your 5H to see how it influences your sense of humor since it rules fun, pleasure and creativity.

aries mercury / 3h :

- quick-witted, loves fast-paced jokes

- enjoys playful teasing and bold humor

- prefers jokes with a punchy delivery

- sarcastic, sometimes impulsive with words

- finds humor in competition or challenges

- impatient, wants the person to react right away

- cracks jokes during heated debates

- enjoys banter and verbal sparring

- example: enjoys roasting friends in a fun, non-hurtful way

taurus mercury / 3h :

- slow, steady, and dry humor

- appreciates puns and wordplay

- humour is often subtle, not in your face

- they love sarcasm and wit, but deliver it calmly

- has a quite blunt and realistic sense of humor

- prefers situational comedy, not forced jokes

- enjoys jokes related to food or luxury

- their delivery is deadpan, often without changing facial expressions

- finds humor in everyday comforts

- example: cracks a joke about how slow they are to get out of bed

gemini mercury / 3h :

- loves wordplay, puns, pranks and clever jokes

- quick to laugh and make others laugh

- enjoys playful, sarcastic and light-hearted humor

- can switch between different types of humor easily

- finds humor in communication mishaps

- enjoys witty conversations and banter

- they enjoy jumping from joke to joke

- jokes about being scatterbrained

- example: makes a pun every time they hear a word that rhymes

cancer mercury / 3h :

- gentle, emotional and nurturing humor

- finds humor in relatable, sentimental situations

- prefers inside jokes with close friends and family

- enjoys humor that connects with feelings

- likes jokes that bring comfort and warmth

- can be self-deprecating in a sweet way

- find humor in personal experiences and everyday life

- enjoys humor that has to due with family dynamics

- example: laughs about the time they cried over a movie

leo mercury / 3h :

- loves being the center of attention with their humor

- enjoys making grand, dramatic jokes

- finds humor in playful exaggeration

- likes jokes that involve storytelling

- can be theatrical, loves to perform jokes

- enjoys humor that makes them and others feel good

- they enjoy playful roasting of their friends, but never to hurt

- jokes about how they need to be the center of attention and can make fun of their own confidence

- example: tells a funny, over-the-top story about something simple

virgo mercury / 3h :

- sharp, sarcastic and analytical humor

- enjoys dry, understated jokes

- finds humor in picking at everyday flaws and imperfections

- likes jokes that are clever and thought out

- enjoys humor that highlights details others miss

- can be self-deprecating in a humorous way

- dry delivery, often without realizing they’re being funny

- jokes about how they’re always the one to fix things

- example: makes a joke about how precise they are, like “I alphabetize my spices for fun”

libra mercury / 3h :

- diplomatic, friendly and balanced humour

- enjoys charming, flirty and witty jokes

- likes humor that is light and harmonious

- jokes about beauty and indecision

- prefers jokes that bring people together

- they might crack jokes to ease tension or smooth over awkward moments

- enjoys wordplay and elegant humor

- avoids harsh or offensive jokes

- sounds like they flirting when they are joking

- example: cracks a joke that’s funny but doesn’t offend anyone at the party

scorpio mercury / 3h :

- dark, passionate, mysterious humor

- loves sarcasm and irony

- finds humor in intense, sexual or taboo subjects

- can be secretive about what they find funny

- has dark humour and might joke about death

- likes jokes that make others think or feel deeply

- enjoys exposing truths with a sharp, witty comment

- enjoys humor that has a sting to it

- can be very private with their humor

- example: laughs at a dark joke that others might find too intense

sagittarius mercury / 3h :

- adventurous, honest and blunt humor

- enjoys theoretical or big-picture jokes

- can find humor in mimicking voices, ascents or languages, cultural differences or travel stories

- their sense of humor can be a bit crude or over-the-top

- likes jokes that are bold and unfiltered

- enjoys humor that involves exploring new ideas

- can be sarcastic and loves to laugh loudly

- example: tells a funny story about a wild adventure that went wrong

capricorn mercury / 3h :

- dry, poised, no-nonsense humor

- enjoys sarcastic or deadpan jokes

- finds humor in responsibility and the absurdity of life

- likes jokes that are grounded in reality

- enjoys humor that is clever and understated

- could like traditional jokes or read the newspaper for the comics

- can make serious situations seem funny

- they might tease about laziness or lack of practicality in others

- can enjoy dark humor or making light of tough situations

- example: makes a joke about how they’re always working, like “I’ll sleep when I’m dead”

aquarius mercury / 3h :

- quirky, insightful and unconventional humor

- enjoys witty, intellectual jokes

- finds humor in the bizarre or unexpected

- loves jokes with friends and having inside jokes

- likes jokes that challenge norms or surprise people

- enjoys humor that’s ahead of its time

- can be detached and laugh at things others don’t get

- enjoys breaking social norms through their jokes

- example: tells a joke that’s so unique, only a few people understand it - like an internet meme

pisces mercury / 3h :

- imaginative, confusing and dreamy humor

- enjoys whimsical, fantasy-like jokes

- finds humor in surreal or absurd situations

- likes jokes that have a creative twist

- enjoys humor that connects with emotions or dreams

- can have a playful, childlike sense of humour

- jokes about their ability to escape or how they aren’t always present

- love making random or imaginative jokes

- example: makes a joke about how they daydreamed their way into a funny situation

DISCLAIMER: astrology is just for fun and entertainment. don’t take it too seriously! your full birth chart and aspects play a big role and influence different parts of your chart. sun sign astrology alone won’t tell you everything of major importance. astrology can be an insightful guide into the language of energy. everyone interprets astrology differently, so keep an open mind. use it as a tool for self-reflection, not absolute answers and remember: the stars don’t control your fate, you do!

© spirit-of-phantom 2024

[pufflehuffing]

Hungry Like The Wolf. - Professor!Sebastian Sallow X F!Student!Reader 🔞

pairing: Professor!Sebastian Sallow X F!Student!Reader (part 2 of this fic, but can be read by itself, the plot is minimal and explained here too) genre: smut, mdni (everyone is 18+) warnings: wordplay on animal costumes (not actual animal smut!) | underage drinking | teacher/student | fingering | eating out | unprotected fucking | breeding | cum eating  summary: Weeks after the tryst in Professor Sallow’s office, Halloween rolled around. Surrounded by gloomy decorations and merrymaking, a wolf and his bunny find a way to continue their passionate love away from the festivities. word count: 10.2k A/N: The Halloween costumes were loosely inspired by this Alice In Wonderland art from @choccy-milky & @dansgiii, thank you for the inspo! I also blame @dvinaamesca for her pictures of Sebastian that make me crave this man like a starving woman. Every time I see one, all I can envision is professor Sallow! My masterlist.

Silhouettes danced around the candlelit Great Hall, making it look straight from hell itself. Pumpkins joyously peeked from every nook and the resident ghosts danced through the lights, casting eerie shadows throughout the castle's most elegantly furnished room. Costumed students and professors mingled about, the latter's nerves jangled with anticipation as if awaiting tricks rather than treats. Professor Sallow strode confidently towards a quiet corner, emitting an arrogant air, his gaze carefully keeping watch of the partying students. Meanwhile, in the corridor outside, staggered a lithe footstep; dragged almost, as if struggling towards the gathering. It was her. Her careful tread echoed, signalling her imminent arrival.

Professor Sallow’s brow perked up immediately at the sight of those familiar, innocent eyes walking in. His heart raced faster, thinking back of their encounter from a month ago, and he already cursed himself for not bringing his cloak with him to hide his imminent arousal. “Finally,” he thought. “There she is.” His eyes devoured every flawless inch from across the room, his gaze drinking in every pore that begged for his touch weeks ago and every cut from his duelling classes since then. Even clad in that revealing fur-lined baby blue dress with white bunny ears, she was breathtakingly beautiful. But, she didn't notice him yet, too fixated on searching for the familiar faces of her friends among the packed crowd.

The professor remained standing tall and imposing against the wall, his own costume fitting his presence perfectly. His tall frame was draped in a black shirt and slacks, accentuating his toned frame underneath. His hair was tousled wildly, giving an air of danger hidden beneath his composed façade while brown, conjured wolf ears peeked out from his curls. The irony was not lost on him amidst energetic laughter and festive chatter filling the hall. They were symbolic representations framed against such a backdrop; the hunter chasing the prey yet dominated by it simultaneously. He leaned against the wall, sipping from a glass of firewhisky nonchalantly, casually passing friendly words with fellow teachers and students that passed him. Unbeknownst to them all, his eyes never left her, the animalistic hunger in them growing more pronounced with each passing moment.

Her gaze landed upon her friends, her smile brightening momentarily. She laughed at a joke directed at her that fell on deaf ears for him. He watched, craving to devour this view of her happiness privately. Encased within their attire hung both their secret, delight and anxious longing for a private moment amidst the festivities. Regardless of the bunch gathered at this event, something deep inside him longed to peel the layers of her bunny suit off her sensuous form under dim lights' aid.

His eyes followed her as she joined her friends who appeared absolutely thrilled to see her. However, his heart twisted in anticipation; every laugh and joke shared became less enticing by the minute due to the own secret dialogue of attraction lingering between star-crossed costumed lovers. The wolf chased his rabbit across a sea of strangers, waiting for their moment away from prying eyes to resume their liberating cycle behind closed doors.

Approaching the small cluster of seventh-years, he cleared his throat, casual yet commanding as always. "Miss, may I borrow you away from your merrymaking?" His words held an underlying note of urgency that only those attuned to him would pick up. She turned reluctantly, flashing her sweet smile. "Of course, professor," she said politely, extracting herself gracefully from the group. "Good evening, girls," he said to the remaining group. "Thought I'd have a word with her before things get rowdier." The others giggled nervously, hearing the more sinister edge to his normally jovial tone. His wolf-ears flipped back happily as he turned to the delighted girl, her eyes sparkling with equal bewilderment and excitement.

"Cute bunny attire," he complimented, his hand subtly brushing past the fluffy ball on her behind as he moved her in front of him and led her through the crowd. She giggled nervously, her heart skipping a beat at this public display of affection. "Yes, quite a coincidence, isn't it?" She managed to choke out. "Where did the idea come from to be a wolf?" Her eyes searched his behind her curiously, but he seemed unaffected by the truth lingering beneath their costumes. His eyes wandered around them, then back to her bashfully playful face hidden partially behind her hair. "It only struck me last minute. Found it fitting too…" He trailed off in a husky whisper as he leaned down to her ear, a gesture that could be perceived as innocent due to the loud environment. His furry ears bounced like his heartbeat, expecting some thrill soon, more specifically: his ideal prey, all dressed up amidst holiday cheer.

When they were finally out of earshot from the crowd, the air around them crackled energetically in a corner of the Great Hall. His hand grazed her waist lightly— enough contact for now with this many witches and wizards close by. "Ever wary as a wolf, you see," his fingers waved in quotations. The levitating decorations above them teased at their desires hidden behind flimsy façades. A secret battle between their animalistic identities showcased through these outfits. "We both know we won't stay away from temptation tonight…" he concluded notably after taking another sip from his firewhisky.

She glanced at his drink, tilting her head slightly. "Is that alcoholic? It smells… strange." Her eyes were wide with curiosity mixed with anticipation. His gaze darkened ever so slightly as he lifted the glass out of her reach if she'd dare try to take a sip. "No, no, sweetheart, you're too young for that." Protectiveness flashed in those brown eyes that roamed over her child-like bunny costume thoughtfully before meeting her gaze again. She sighed, slightly disappointed but secretly appreciative of his concern. With a mischievous glint in her own eyes, she curiously asked him about the contents of his drink. Professor Sallow, ever the distinguished gentleman, chuckled cunningly at her curiosity. "Just firewhisky," he explained in hushed tones intended only for her ears' delight. "Something not appropriate for such tender lips," he leaned in again, a cocky aura oozing from him. As if governed by internal instincts, his wolf ears perked up subtly at the thought of starting something infinitely more exciting than just these whispers in the corner of the Great Hall.

"Firewhisky?" she asked innocently, a hint of curiosity colouring her voice. "What's that?"

Professor Sallow chuckled softly, amused by her childlike curiosity. "A grown-up drink," he explained playfully, running a hand through his tousled hair. "Not something for someone as young and innocent as you." He watched as she pouted prettily, her large eyes locking onto his in a silent plea for some resolution. "Getting you tipsy is the last thing I intend to do tonight,” he grinned teasingly, carelessly running his fingertips along the pillar beside her. "I can think of other plans for you though, dear." His wolf-ears seemed to flutter with excitement at the prospect and perhaps even a tinge of possessiveness.

Her eyes shifted from the ground up to meet his expectantly. Blushing, she hesitated slightly before responding softly, "I liked our last… meeting… in your office." There was a hint of nervousness in her tone as she spoke about their secret rendez-vous. The recollection of their deep kisses and subsequent pounding of his cock inside her had left an aura of guilt around them which neither could shake off entirely.

Hearing this unexpected confession, Professor Sallow's eyes sparkled with newfound confidence and mischief despite the faintest shadow of worry present behind them. He licked his lips thoughtfully in response during the courageous moment they shared, standing silently under the animated decorations above them. His eyes seemed to say "shame on you" and yet his fingers insisted on brushing gently past her fluffy bunny tail again, almost a silent applause to their naughty deeds.

"And here we are again," he whispered almost accusingly yet not without his interest being piqued. He sipped more firewhisky from his glass before slowly continuing. There was genuine concern behind his words as he looked down into her large, defiant eyes; still innocent yet newfound grown-up thoughts etched all over her face tonight. “We really shouldn't be doing this, sweetheart…" he trailed off, hinting at what lay ahead for them shortly. The wolf's ears twitched irresistibly from his imaginations of his bunny bouncing on his lap again.

"Yes…" she agreed hesitantly, her voice sounding defeated. She bit her bottom lip nervously, glancing around them cautiously before returning her attention to him. Tensions in the air thickened palpably as they stood there, waiting for whatever would happen next. Their bodies ached with desire for each other; the brushing of fingers and accidental contact heightening the anticipation. She winced slightly when he took another sip of firewhisky, knowing all too well how potent it could be, especially when combined with his state of heightened arousal. Her palms trembled at the sight of his strong, muscular arm; conveying both fascination and fear at what was unfolding between them. Despite knowing she shouldn't pursue this relationship further— or at all, for that matter— something inside her couldn't resist the pull of their forbidden connection.

"But, professor…" she managed to choke out, her voice barely audible above the background noise. She paused, steeling herself for whatever repercussions followed her actions, but also eagerly awaiting the release of their pent-up desires. Her breath hitched as she watched him casually take another gulp of his drink, his Adam's apple visibly bobbing, reminding her of his strong masculinity. "I can't help it," she confessed boldly yet with firm eyes, defiance painted in bold strokes on her angelic face. She knew what she was asking from him was risky and taboo, but tonight felt different under the shroud of Halloween blissfully brewing around them. Bringing down his hand from the pillar, she intertwined their fingers despite his protests or concerns. "I can't help what I feel." Another glimpse around confirmed no one was paying attention in this sea of costumed joyous souls; still, every sighted eye in their general direction felt like danger and judgement.

His gaze lingered on their interlocking fingers then trailed back to meet her brave, beguiling gaze, heart throbbing against his chest like a wild creature she had tamed part of. The firewhisky played tricks on him now; it seemed more like a burning invitation instead of dulling his senses as it should have been. "The chase was worth the prize,” didn't he always think? Now he could almost feel her lithe body beneath those fur-lined layers. "You should go back," he warned softly yet hungered for this daring display of affection even though they were on borrowed time. He tilted his head playfully at her boldness. "I do believe your friends would miss their bunny," he teased slightly, but lust coursed through his words marked by hunger glinting dangerously.

Her sparkling eyes conveyed a mixture of challenge and desire. "They wouldn't mind if she decided to hop into another burrow," she said playfully, letting go of his hand with a reluctant squeeze. With her gaze still locked on him, she sighed softly in pure resolution as she understood this conversation led nowhere professional. She wanted adventure, which was embodied purely by him. Acting as the backdrop to their hidden intentions, laughter echoed through the Great Hall, but it sounded distant amidst the intoxicating desire brewing between them. The wolf's heart thumped heavily within him, mirroring the bunny's, pulsing with nervous excitement.

Professor Sallow's eyes settled on her with a predatory gleam, unable to resist any longer as her boldness propelled them further into their forbidden territory. But even amidst the pulsing rapture, he couldn't ignore the unfortunate context of it all— a student daring her idolised professor and vice versa. "We really shouldn't," he mumbled aloud one last time like an oath, breaking her gaze while his hand still yearned to grab her elusive body again. He inhaled deeply to quell a sudden urge; no interruption seemed to appear tonight unless she let her impatience lead them into potential danger. His heart pounded against his chest like a wolf pacing in a cage, eager for release from self-imposed restraint yet appreciating her fearlessness before him under the ceilings hung with gory decorations. He knew where this could lead them both if caught, but dismissed every possibility except for continuing with their plans. "But we will," he smiled secretively, relief palpable under the phantom shadows cast by the candles floating randomly through the grand hall that night.

Her playful gaze seemed to flash a dare in his direction, causing his furred ears to twitch with anticipation. He couldn't help but notice the fervour dancing in her eyes as she slowly extended her hand towards his glass of firewhisky. He watched her with an intensity born out of their situation and quickening heartbeat. He decided to test her resolve, pulling it away again just before she could touch it. The resulting puppy-like pout gracing her face was breathtakingly delightful. "Patience, dear," he grinned mysteriously into her pouty stare, aroused by her audacity even more now than before. Despite everything that twirled around and within them, there was also an unspoken urge to protect her. After all, he was her teacher.

Beneath the veil of Halloween festivities, Professor Sallow's desires were invigorated by this unconventional game they were playing. The grey area between their teacher-student relationship had never felt so explicit or thrilling, even that faithful evening in his office wasn't this raunchy. His erection strained against his black trousers unapologetically but surprisingly found solace in her teases that were laced with challenges only girls her age could deliver.

Her gaze flickered between him and the elusive glass that was denied yet again, a clear challenge in the eyes staring at him. She huffed lightly, bringing forth a much younger and carefree side he didn't always see from his student. "Just a taste?" she pleaded playfully, her pout now tinged with alluring sincerity. "I haven't had anything stronger than pumpkin juice since…" her words died down into a whisper as if reminiscing distant childhood days. The wolf's small heart responded enthusiastically to her persistence; denying this could make her annoyed, and that was the last thing he wanted from his precious sweetheart. "You promise you can handle it?" He double-checked, concern lacing his voice. His hand hovered close enough before handing over the surprisingly heavy glass holding the amber liquid.

Reluctantly, she nodded her head and accepted the glass from him. Her heart hammered wildly in her chest as she lifted it to her lips, the spicy warmth of the drink burning a trail down her throat. It was unlike anything she had ever had before and despite her acquaintance with wine and ale back home, it left her reeling slightly. Her face flushed redder than usual and she coughed lightly, her chest heaving as she set the glass back in his hand forcefully. She struggled to catch her breath, her eyes watering ever so slightly. "It's… strong," she managed to choke out between gasps. Her eyes pleaded with him not to send her away yet and even through the foggy haze caused by the drink, she could sense his amusement at her discomfort.

Professor Sallow couldn't help but snicker at her misfortune, his hand brushing lightly over her elbow to steady her while her eyes darted around furtively for any signs of eavesdroppers before calming back down. The warm feeling pervading inside him was a perfect mix of concern and sheer amusement; an unusual cocktail for someone in his position, she had to admit. "Firewhisky isn't for the faint-hearted, my dear." His concerned whisper was laced with humour as she looked at him with watery eyes.

"I can understand why.” Her voice was tainted with the smoke and fire from the drink but her eyes twinkled mischievously, still challenging him surprisingly well. The brave girl dared further into unknown territories of seduction, her cheeks still blushing fiercely from the alcohol. "You haven't told me yet…” she breathed lightly, catching him off-guard since they'd taken care not to speak openly about their secret tryst here or anywhere else before. Her irresistible smile highlighted her genuine interest while also demanding an answer. Her boldness showed even when she was recovering from the strong drink he fed her a moment ago. "Did you enjoy it?" She asked directly, looking straight through his eyes whose depth she knew by now.

Professor Sallow's brown ears twitched noticeably at her daring question that echoed through the festivities around them. His heart pounded against his chest with a fierce anticipation of their passionate history intertwined under the disguises of Halloween music and decorations. He took another gulp of firewhisky, hiding his growing arousal from her gaze. His eyes bore into hers before answering slowly, each word wrought with restraint, "I won't lie about it; yes." Despite holding back, he could not deny it. It was adventurous, just like their conversation tonight enveloped by strange decorations. The wolf inside him trembled at the memory of the past evening he shared with such a bold enchantress disguised as a student.

His answer seemed to embolden her further as her eyes gleamed with triumph and lust. Despite the tension lingering in the air between them, their hearts synchronised like old lovers sharing secrets at last. With defiance etched into every contour of her face, she leaned closer towards him, flirting dangerously close to intimate territory. "Then perhaps, we should do it again?" Her soft murmur was burdened with fervent desire and now it appeared neither was willing or able to resist this mutual longing anymore, even amidst a crowd eager to celebrate their costumed night.

Professor Sallow's hand tightened around hers again, borrowing comfort from solid contact amidst the chaos surrounding them. His mind whirred with thoughts; he knew exactly where her proposal led but couldn't resist its temptation. "And what makes you think I won't say no?" He asked, feigning innocence despite his racing pulse and bulge in his pants.

"You wouldn't dare disappoint me tonight, would you?" She declared boldly, innocence leaving her features to reveal the fire inside her eyes. She pulled her hand away, standing mere inches away from his warmth, awaiting his answer. Her scent mixed with the faint hint of alcohol was uniquely intoxicating and despite knowing better, he found himself succumbing to her siren song.

Smirking playfully, the professor took another sip of his drink, letting the liquid burn in his throat before responding to her innocent yet provocative challenge. "My dear, I never refuse passionate requests from strikingly intelligent young women." His gaze held an unspoken promise she found both enticing and terrifying all at once. Noticing her visible excitement, he leaned closer, whispering into her ear. "Your performance in class has improved quite remarkably since our… private session together." His heavy breath brushed against her sensitive skin, causing a shiver to course through her body.

The air between them was thick with anticipation and daring intentions; her composure was a tightrope that was increasingly difficult to walk. Her eyes, punctuated by a thrill of excitement, met his smirking gaze as she nodded in agreement. "Then it's worth repeating," she declared arrogantly, her voice low yet steady with hidden bravado.

His glass trembled slightly, an unmistakable sign of tense expectancy or perhaps pure lust. He stole another glance around them, then looked back into her confident but vulnerable eyes. "This might just turn out to be your most memorable Halloween yet," he commented huskily, his wolf trapped inside yearning for liberation. The wolfish professor surveyed the commotion around them and whispered into her ear. "Meet me in the hallway outside, five minutes." It was a command couched in words of an intimate plan they were now committed to execute. Beneath the pulsating music and laughter, they dared their next extraordinary rendez-vous into reality and their unapologetic, unashamedly lustful hearts aligned under the ghosts waltzing through the air above them.

Accepting his command silently, she nodded in agreement before slowly releasing herself from his gaze. With a teasing smile playing at the corner of her mouth, she flitted back to her circle of friends, the bunny ears on her diadem bobbing up and down. Her voice was empty with feigned sickness as she explained to them with a faint smirk on her face. "I am feeling a bit unwell. I think it's best that I leave and head to bed early." Despite their questions she didn't linger for any negotiations about her leaving early from the party. Slipping through the crowded room faster than light amid the spooky decorations, she couldn't help but hum gleefully under breath. Her heart pounded at every beat of the music, faster than Devil's Snare slithering in darkness under this fascinating endeavour they embarked upon.

Professor Sallow discreetly watched his muse slip away from her friends amidst their questions; a hearty grin tugged at the corners of his mouth as he prepared his own alibi. "Excuse me gentlemen, duty calls,” he murmured suavely amidst his colleagues before disappearing into the crowd with an air of calm resolution. His path led him to where he'd arranged their secret rendez-vous outside in one of the less-frequented hallways, heart racing like a trapped hare under his shirt just as much in anticipation as fear. When he arrived at said location, she stood framed against the dark corridor, an apparition straight out of a fairy tale. A playful smirk adorned her lips and although bathed in shadows, he could see the excitement shimmering in her eyes. She tapped her heel impatiently but kept looking around frequently to make sure no one was watching them.

Taking notice of her restlessness and cautiousness, the professor pressed himself against the wall facing her, his gaze drawing an invisible connection between them despite their distance. Despite the silence echoing through the deserted hallway, there was an electric energy passing between them that hummed louder than any cacophony around them. The game was set, players were ready, and now all it took was daring one step over the line. He let out an exhale softly, his accent thickening with desire. "You have no idea how hard you make me with that dress," he proclaimed boldly, for those words didn't hold regret or apology. Her beauty and bravery stole more than just his heartbeats tonight; it captured the very essence of his freedom and will.

The playful tension between them seemed to heighten further with every whispered word, their breaths misting heavily against the cold, stone walls. She licked her lips nervously before confessing honestly. "And… you make me just as… excited." Her admission hung heavy in air with its promise and danger veiled beneath layers of modesty. His eyes followed her gaze towards him, taking note of his growing erection apparent under his trousers. It was a ripe testament overhanging their imminent hookup dictated by the strong brew and daring whispers lost in the festivities earlier. "Is that so?" he breathed out into the silence. His wolf dared him to take the first step across that thin line emerging between them. "Do I?" His voice broke off into a deep growl, revealing his own state of mind, swaying between primal desire and caution.

Then suddenly, under the wall-mounted torches flickering eerily, he was there, his lips crashing onto hers forcefully. His tongue invaded her mouth aggressively, claiming his territory. His hand snaked up to cup her breast through the fabric of her dress, teasing and tweaking her sensitive nipple cruelly. Their tongues tangled passionately; his warmth radiating through their bodies, stinging her lips, but she eagerly reciprocated, matching his heated tempo. Suddenly, he pulled away quickly, his breathing heavy and his eyes glinting with approval.

The sudden forcefulness of their snog caught her off-guard but didn't deter her desire. With a pouty moan, she initiated another round, matching his hunger. The pleasure coursing through her veins was like liquid fire, burning away all remnants of hesitation or caution she still harboured. Their teeth clashed furiously, exchanging their collective moans and whimpers muffled by the pounding music coming from inside the Great Hall. Feeling emboldened, she grabbed ahold of his collar and yanked him closer to her like a suggestive chess move. "Take me," she declared breathlessly, her fingers trembling slightly as they dug into the black fabric. Lord knows how many times she had fantasised about this moment since that fateful night a month ago.

Sensing her desperation, something clicked inside Professor Sallow, ruling him rational once more. His inner lecturer surged through him, overruling the beast unleashed momentarily. "Not here, not like this," he muttered darkly, pulling away slightly but still keeping their bodies pressed against each other. Glancing around nervously, he grabbed her delicate wrist firmly without gentleness. "We need privacy."

Without waiting for her consent, he dragged her swiftly down an empty corridor lit by the glow of torches, pulling her along with the sheer force of his desire burning brightly within him. Despite his insistence on privacy, the thrill of being dragged away by such a powerful person instantly worked as an aphrodisiac for her nerves. Her heart pounded intensely against her chest but she didn't object or resist. Instead she followed him obediently with a lustful grin, stealing quick glances towards students partying heartily in the distance.

Not too long after, their hurried steps brought them to seclusion— Professor Swallow's personal quarters. The door closed softly behind them while the trees outside cast eerie shadows through the windows. She looked around curiously then back at him once they were alone together in his kingdom, away from onlookers or prying eyes. "What now?" Her voice revealed hints of anxiety alongside the hunger that never left her since their first intimate encounter. A simple question, yet his heart pounded harder against his chest from anticipation. Finally finding their sanctuary, every measure of control over him seemed to slip away.

His lips met hers forcefully again and his large hands wandered over her body. The texture of her dress brushed against him like soft velvet as a new scent enveloped them both; a mixture of desire and lingering alcohol. "This," he murmured against her lips brimming in moisture. His tongue wrestled with hers aggressively, an assertion of his dominance above anything else. He tugged the straps down her shoulders while taking his wand out of his pocket to rid himself of his furry ears before tossing it on his nightstand. They were no longer necessary, his inner wolf had already captured its bunny, and now it was time to feast.

The fur-lined costume fell to pool beneath her ankles; her skin glowed under the dim light embracing the room. Panting from their heated kisses and unexpected aggression of undressing, her hands explored his chest through his shirt while biting down her moans from excitement. "You look exquisite when you're wild," he whispered huskily. His words were an offering topped by his eager actions.

With deliberate intention, the professor led her towards his bed and laid her gently but firmly down on it. His eyes never lost sight of her body as it was exposed to his gaze, every curve and dip tantalising him almost to insanity. Slowly undoing buttons of his shirt and peeling it off, his muscular chest heaved with every panting breath, trying hard not to overpower the moment. He felt excited but steered clear of rushing this. This quivering and flushed girl was a still sight to behold even after a month of sneaking glances and notes during his lessons. His pupils dilated as he devoured her delectable body and with bold decisiveness, he crawled on top of her slowly, his belt pressing against her mound.

Their breaths were ragged as much from the anticipation as from the passionately tangled tongues and fingers searching each other's skin again. His belt brushed against her sensitive flesh and she gasped, her hands flexing on his hard shoulders. "You tease," she accused him in a breathy whisper, eyes heavy-lidded from arousal but passionately filled with lust. He chuckled huskily against her soft skin, kissing along her collarbone towards her breasts, his brows knotting with tension but conveying mischief rather than aggression. "Isn't that what professors do to students who perform exceptionally well?" He questioned sarcastically while they were in a position very contrary to a classroom.

The silence that fell between them after was filled with the sloppy sounds of Professor Sallow nipping at his student. For one brief moment he paused before breaking that fleeting calm, continuing further south against her secreting desires. Forwardly, his hand dipped into the lacey underwear she donned, groaning audibly at what he found. Her insides tensed with want; he was teasing her cruelly, making her yearn for him even more under his touch. "Yes," she whined, her voice cracking due to desire. "Oh god, yes!" She squirmed, her body moving involuntarily against his caresses and pecks. Her hips rose, begging for fulfilment.

With her knees quivering, she wrapped her legs around his waist, locking them tightly together to form a barrier around him. Her body arched against his touch, seeking more contact to alleviate the massive buildup of pleasure. "Sir, please," she begged, almost pleading. "Slowly, my dear sweetheart," he answered, his fingertips gliding across her sensitive point just before he struck gold, hitting the right spot that caused her legs to convulse and whimper pitifully, begging for mercy. His lips continued their descent downwards, trailing kisses along her belly button before reaching her wetness. He groaned hungrily at the sight of her aroused state through her damp panties, traces of his saliva composing a messy network around her exposed navel down to her waistband.

His warm breath fanned across her folds, teasingly brushing against her sensitive spot, sending shudders of need through her entire frame. His tongue dipped against her clothed folds, tracing along her entrance before circling her clitoris slowly, building anticipation even further. Her hands gripped his hair tightly, begging silently yet fervently for release, but he was in no hurry. He smiled against the damp lace appreciatively and lightly bit the waistband before murmuring: "It seems our dear student is already falling apart." His flirty banter only further fueled the fire of desire that raged within both of them.

Sliding off the barrier with his teeth, he inhaled sharply at the sight before him. Her fresh scent of arousal mixed with satisfaction wafted into his nostrils. He felt intoxicated yet clear-headed as his eyes locked with hers, a silent communication competing against her rhythmic panting and whimpers that echoed around them in the silence.

Finally spreading her folds apart, his lips descended onto her delicacy. Each swipe of his tongue aimed to tease every bit of ecstasy from her and her breath hitched dangerously hard. His fingers gripped onto her firm thighs firmly, perfect support for his desired task. Moving lower, he licked along her column filled with sweet nectar, letting out an appreciative sound of approval at such delightful sight laid before him; she was truly soaked beyond measure. Every movement he made, every lick and nip, threatened to overwhelm her. With her head thrashing against the pillow, she struggled to calm her wild desires as he continued his oral assault soothingly. His hands travelled and kneaded her rear impulsively, each contact delivering a spark of lust and pleasure onto her.

The professor tended to her like a rare flower, his tongue constantly roaming in figure eights on her petals while smacking his lips seductively as if savouring every second. Her hips bucked reflexively, begging for more as tiny pleas escaped from her. "Sir," she mumbled, her voice coming out shaky and weak due to desperation. "Please…" With no words he answered her pleads but continued his sweet torture around her passage. He worshipped this art piece blessed before him. Just as she tried to beg for respite or any form of satisfaction again, Professor Sallow slipped a skilled finger into her warm entrance. Slowly entering and withdrawing against the slippery walls of her sanctuary, each thrust seemed like a warning or a promise of what was to come next.

Her eyes bulged like a deer in headlights driving through a dark forest; the pleasure was immense and gripping enough to make her thighs shake and ankles tremble. The quiet room echoed with the sound of wet slapping noises, simultaneously stimulating and nerve-wracking for both parties. She cried out incoherent words, her hands gripping and curling into his brown curls. Her moans grew louder, an acoustic testimony to how close she was inching towards satisfaction against his tongue and steady finger plundering her.

He trusted her to handle more than one loose digit so he added another, rocking in tempo with the earlier one. Sucking harder on her clit made her writhe underneath him, offering another crucial sensation to pull her to the point of no return. Her chest heaved heavily against the plush covers; every gasp could have been a cry for mercy, but she didn't utter a word. The sensation of being filled by his fingers drove her wild. She bit down on her bottom lip so hard that it bled slightly but her moans became louder, her body contorting to his invading digits. Each thrust sent waves of pleasure surging through her, urging her closer to her orgasm. One hand still gripped his hair while the other slid over her chest, leaving trails of goosebumps behind while her nipples peaked from both pain and pleasure. She had never felt so exposed and invigorated before this devilish act.

His fingers danced rhythmically within her while sucking softly at her pearl until she was reduced to a panting mess. It was evident she was close, very close. Slower paced thrusts gave way to firmer ones as he signalled his intentions towards her climax, one she begged him for weeks covertly in his defence classes. The room around them seemed to disintegrate into oblivion; all that mattered was the synchronised movements of his lips and tongue on her sensitive areas, and the fingers expertly caressing her depths. Each thrust pushed against the walls of her passage, seeking every hidden corner that craved more attention.

Her body shook noticeably, becoming nearly immobile under the onslaught. Sweat trickled down her chest and between her heaving breasts, glistening in the dim light cast by the candles on the nightstand. Her eyes widened, pleading for relief but also marvelling at the skill displayed by her toned professor. The bruises and marks he left on her thighs grew slightly darker as he continued to assert his dominance without once breaking eye contact.

One more push triggered her orgasmic eruption and she screamed his title over and over, arching her back dramatically as her body tightly enveloped him. "Sir, yes, yes, prof—" Her cunt spasmed around his intruding fingers, milk-white juices coating his digits with each pulsing contraction. It was like watching a volcano erupting, the intense force of her climax shocking them both despite their preparedness. "Did you enjoy yourself, sweetheart?" he purred against her clit before teasingly licking up the trail of nectar spilling out from her well-fucked hole as he removed his fingers. Professor Sallow's chin sparkled with the pearlescent dew oozing from her, but he cleaned it off deliberately slowly with the back of his hand so as not to stir her sensibilities. With satisfaction glowing on his face, he removed his other hand from her rear and relished the sight of her waning down after her orgasm.

"I believe I did," she gasped out, panting heavily and trying hard to catch her breath. Her chest rose and fell rapidly with each inhale, a modest blush bloomed on her cheeks as her hands moved to pull him up; having him hover above her. "And I also believe, sir, you enjoyed it too."

He chuckled with a low voice, flipping his wet digits and stroking them against her bottom lip. "I can hardly refuse when it's this pleasurable, my dear." His pupils were dark, reflecting the hunger seething beneath his composed exterior. Her gaze didn't shy away from his lusty stare. Instead, it matched his, acknowledging the mutual desire they both felt. The unfinished business was obvious when he still sported an impressive bulge under his trousers. "Now what about you, sir?" she asked sultrily, testing the waters of dominance he projected onto her with a coy smile. "Are you satisfied, or would you prefer more?"

Her confidence pleasantly surprised him. It still amazed him how quickly she adapted to his world of sensuality despite her innocence. He showed approval through a smirk and answered. "Oh, I prefer more, sweetheart." He desired to find satisfaction of his own. While she managed to reach her climax early, he was still left in anticipation. He shifted himself gently above her, running the back of his pruney, wet fingers along her jaw and brought their lips together once more, tasting iron on her bottom one. The kiss bore fiery desires, paired with an urge for reciprocation. He startled her again with a sudden pinch at her nipple, enough to make her yelp but not hurt. The gasp and sting triggered another escalation of feelings within both of them. "I've missed my girls," he mumbled against her swollen lips, circling her nub with his thumb before releasing it slowly. "I've been thinking of them for weeks."

The pinch on her nipple electrocuted her senses making her squeak in surprise but also react instantly. Sucking on his lip to ease the sudden contact, she squirmed underneath him, her body aching for more. His words melted away any lingering doubts she might have harboured about him wanting her again after a painfully long month. His statement made her heart stop mid-beat for a moment. Look at them now, they were no longer teacher and student but two explorers locked in an experiment gone right— how life's strange pathways led two wounded souls to find solace in each other's arms. "Just you and me?" Her voice quivered with disbelief, wonder, and hunger.

Her honeyed words fueled his thoughts further, and without warning, he lifted his torso off hers, giving him perfect access to her wet folds again. "Always just us," he confirmed, rubbing his clothed crotch against her entrance, letting her feel its heat and jutting length. "And now," he whispered, his voice husky with desire. "I intend to reenact our fondest memory…"

She watched him pop the buttons of his trousers one by one, each movement a soft caress against his firm tummy. When he finally tugged down the offending fabric to reveal himself standing at full attention, she gasped anew. Her eyes widened in delight at the sight of him, larger than she remembered. The details of his veins were visible, they pulsed with every beat of his heartbeat. Her gaze lingered longer than allotted as he shifted close enough to seat his tip against her sopping entrance. A faint whimper escaped her lips, equal parts eagerness and apprehension. Her nails bit into the soft flesh of her tits. There was no turning back now.

He leaned in again, his lips brushing hers gently, offering reassurance. "Let's go back in time," he coaxed, teasing her sweat-soaked skin with feathery kisses between her throat and collarbone. His words were like time-travelling magic, instantly transporting them into a world where rules and societal boundaries had been gently breached, replaced by raw emotion and magnetism. He secured her legs around his waist before slowly guiding himself deep into her heat, inch by inch. Both gasped concurrently, the familiar sensation of connection overwhelming them both. Her walls hugged him tightly, every ridge settling him deeper, welcoming him and making him groan against her damp skin. He nipped at her neck, finding a delicious spot he knew she savoured.

"Oh, gods," she cried out unabashedly, her nails gripping into his shoulders at the fullness pressing against her core. Their eyes locked upon re-entry as if sharing a secret language only they understood; it was feverish yet possessive. Yet, he didn’t thrust, not right away. Instead, he overstuffed her, breath by breath until the room buzzed with anticipation. His gaze fell toward the veined shaft filling her pussy, a minor shake wobbled the powerful rod within her. He felt victorious. Loved. "Absolutely divine," he praised softly against the nape of her neck, "You fit me perfectly, dear." Each undulation in her cunt beneath him hinted at the pleasure he derived from her.

Then, he began thrusting rhythmically, pulling out almost completely before crashing back into her until their bodies slapped together vulgarly. Her whimpers were like music to his ears while further stroking his desire wilder. "Tighter than I remember, even," he grunted, holding back the scream that threatened with each stroke, "And wetter than—" She interrupted his words by guiding his mouth to her breast, urging him to immerse himself on her unattended nipple. Instantly his hungry mouth latched onto it making her yelp and tug him closer. As his sweetheart's tunnel clamped around him, he shivered at its caress and toured her breast lovingly although she squirmed enticingly below him. It drove him to thrust faster, needing release after weeks spent fantasising about this moment.

His words and actions set a frenzied pace within her, her grip on him tightening until fingernails dug into his scalp. A sense of power surged inside her, both stimulating and terrifying her. He was hers now and she was his. She cried out, her voice hoarse from passion, asking her question that hung on the edge of her mind. "Why me?" she wondered aloud, her fingers tangling in his hair, directing him where needed.

As he replied, he increased his tempo, harder than before, reaching towards a blissful eruption, his voice hoarse too and filled with raw need. "Because you were special, different from the others, always asking questions, looking for answers beyond the classroom walls." He hastened his pace, plunging deeper, pushing against the walls of her womb. "And when we first shared that rainy night, I saw glimmers of the woman you'd grow into: intelligent, loyal, sensual. You showed me sides of yourself no other student ever dared. I wanted you then," he admitted between heavy gasps, each word punctuated by the wet slaps of their joining. "Just like this." With their bodies locked, her eyes bore into his, half-closed under the pleasurable wave. Suddenly, she wasn't just a student or casual lover, but his equal, sharing her secrets and souls under the forbidden circumstances.

This revelation lashed the flames of desire within her, igniting new maturity in her eyes. "And I wanted you too," she confessed, moaning louder than ever. Her body quaked as he relentlessly ravished her, delving deeper, faster. His speed and strength paired with newfound vulnerability, exposed far beyond his usual facade, helplessly awakened something primal in her— she wrapped her legs around his waist tighter, meeting each forceful thrust with equal fervour. Her walls contracted around him, milking him, something both foreign and familiar. There was a level of synchronisation developing between them that surpassed mere physical desire. It felt like destiny. "So then why did we wait so long?" she panted breathlessly, teeth clenched in ecstasy. "Why not…?"

The moment suspended in mid-air, heavy with unspoken confessions and built tension. It felt both surreal and somehow… fated. His gaze clouded over, raw love painting his face as he pulled out slowly, just an inch away from plunging back in. He hesitated for the merest moment before confessing truths unshared from their pasts. He didn't need sex. He desired her, as a mere man desired his beautiful belle. "Stupid rules," he rasped out, pursing his lips into a thin line, and thrusting into her once again. "I was torn, scared, and considered my position before you." He glanced deep into her wide eyes, searching for forgiveness or acceptance. "I never thought you'd be this good. You're too good for me." A second later he slammed into her with renewed ferocity, burying himself fully as if trying to merge with her entirely. The sight of her honeyed gaze mesmerised him, she was begging eagerly for his love.

The admission left them both breathless; words spoken between breathy pants, sweaty and tangled together. Their eyes reflected an intensity that transcended simple lust or need. There was raw vulnerability and underlying passion glistening in their gaze which could only explain why they waited so long. But now here they were, making up for lost time.

"Don't say that," she gritted out, her nails scratching against his broad back. Another orgasm ticked closer like a time bomb waiting to explode, ready to obliterate all inhibitions. Despite the intensity coursing through her veins, her mind stayed sharp enough to register his confession. He grunted instantly, eyes met with hers blazing with equal passion. She felt him trembling and shuddering atop her as she pulled him even closer into a passionate embrace. "I never should've waited," she whispered fiercely, hands kneading his muscles.

Every sinew seemed to strain within him, every nerve firing each time they smacked together. "Maybe not," he agreed with a harsh laugh, sweat pearling all over his body under the orange candlelight. Even amidst the chaos, a small smile graced his face. It seemed no matter what happened between them now or later on, they'd share this secret delight together. The mounting pressure nearly exploded under his grip. She was about to crumble beneath him again, yet grasping onto his shoulders strongly, coaxing one more thrust after another. Overwhelmed by their shared passion, he let go completely, surrendering to the primal need that had been simmering within him. His hips rocked faster, harder than ever, filling her up completely and hitting her G-spot repeatedly. A particularly powerful thud caused her to arch her back further into his hold. She whined, her walls clenching around him tightly, hugging him vigorously.

As if sensing her approaching release, he slowed down momentarily, allowing their bodies to sync together perfectly. "Good girl," he groaned, little moans escaping his throat. "You are so fucking good." He loved the way she responded to him, surrendering all control; it fueled him further to push her over the edge. Pulling out abruptly, his cockhead glossed with her juices slid smoothly down her wet entrance before sliding back again. Her wetness coated him generously, inviting him deeper than before. "Please professor…" she pleaded, her voice trembling with desire, need, and perhaps even a hint of vulnerability. "I—" Her moan turned into a high-pitched squeal when he forcefully plunged fully inside her once more.

The sound resonated in his ears, hitting him like a thunderbolt. "No more Professor Sallow," he growled, claiming rightful ownership over her. "It's just Sebastian," he rasped out between heavy breaths. He pounded into her harder than ever, his member almost at its bursting point as he claimed his place within her cunt. The words seeped into her skin as his thrusts turned violent and unhinged. She was so close to climaxing, his sweaty scent and texture of his brown curls on her neck combining intensely with every wild hump. As her orgasm surged closer, Sebastian became her only concern, her saviour amidst this passionate storm. His name, unpolished and raw, came out in a hoarse moan. She could feel him losing control inside her, the pulse of his cock racing against her own heart.

With "Sebastian" replacing "professor," a higher plane of intimacy unfolded. For them both, it wasn't just about climax or release. It was about connection and loving freely without boundaries or judgement. Their eyes locked while their longing healed under moans and passionate whimpers of pleasure. "Sebastian!" She repeated, her voice ragged yet brassy. Every single syllable stirred him completely to his core, almost making him come on the spot. Each gasping breath seemed charged with meaning. Tomorrow they'd have to separate, return to their professor and student roles. But tonight? Tonight they were just him and her, unbridled and bound together.

In sync with her calls of his name, he seized her lips brutally. His kiss was desperate and fierce under mounting passion, echoing his craving for her cunt. "Take me," he panted against her lips, dousing her face with his own desperate sweat.

"Yes…" The single syllable hung between them like a gasping prayer. Her arms wrapped tightly around his neck, every muscle screaming at him to reach their shared climax soon.

Locked heart-to-heart and soul-to-soul, he banged into her senselessly under heated breaths. "I'm coming soon," he promised, fangs gently nipping at his bottom lip to punctuate the claim. Unable to hold back, all boundaries shattered under their urgency. He pounded even harder now, accelerating through her liquid core until there was nothing left untouched. Fire burned within his veins as she cried out "Seba-se-basti-an!" over and over. In that moment of pure surrender, forgotten boundaries felt like chains falling away. Love was free, love was his bunny burrowed beneath him. "Darling," he whispered raspingly against her lips, biting down gently where he could. "I'm close, don't make me stop," he instructed with an urgency under forgiveness; her surrendering essence would carry him through. In perfect unison, their bodies moved– hers throbbing around him, his spearing her wildly. Her cunt milked him rhythmically, fully aware of his impending release. From somewhere deep within, the memory of Halloween cloaked reality, intertwining with their present shared sinful act. She was fearless under him, a bunny blooming under her wolf's intimate embrace.

As his peak heightened, Sebastian's lips pressed into her neck. "Fucking perfect," came out hoarsely from him. His cock convulsed each time he thrust deeply, feeling rapture underpinned with passion heating his skin. "You feel so good," she gasped under searing pleasure. Her nails dug into his back harder, urging him towards completion. He revelled in her touch, her sweet walls gripping his erection— a throbbing cock quivering on the brink. "Love coming inside you," he confessed. There was no looking back now, they had arrived at the end of their forbidden adventure. "Claiming you where I belong." Every word had a hint of promises being fulfilled, consequences ignored, and exhilaration shrouding them in gold. Gripping her tighter with raw power that stirred the bedsheets, he drove into her with unmatched velocity and stamina until finding firm purchase within her depths.

Just as expected, Sebastian reacted to each of her passionate begs with a primal moan of pure bliss. His hips bucked violently, thrusting faster than thunderous drums reverberating through her core. A massive wave crashed over them both, transforming every fibre of their beings into a sprawled mess. Pulses raced throughout his member, heightening her own orgasm. His cock erupted, distributing thick, hot seed inside her womb, milking out everything he had reserved for her. In a daze, he fell on top of her, panting raggedly. Taking this momentary break, she wrapped her arms around his neck tightly, savouring the feeling of their combined sweat and climax. He shifted his weight, moving slightly to rest his head on her chest, their rhythmic panting synchronising while he kept his cum wedged inside. "Prof— Sebastian," she panted between ragged breaths, her voice still husky with lust. The drums of their pounding hearts beat heavily in sync, pulsing within her ears.

Gently, Sebastian raised enough to look into her blurry, contented eyes. "Thank Merlin for Nurse Blainey," he chuckled softly against her breastbone. His ragged panting slowed but did not fully cease. Her response came in a breathy laugh, pure exhaustion mingling with bliss. "I'm glad she taught me contraceptive potions," she whispered back after a moment. With deep brown eyes holding on to her gaze, Sebastian kissed her softly. A shaky hand balanced his weight as he repeatedly kissed her temple, forehead, and finally her closed eyelids.

With a huff, he slowly withdrew from her cunt. As he slid out, her fluid along with his arousal seeped into the sheets beneath them. Staring at that mess between her thighs, he felt an odd sense of pride— the mark of his lovemaking, his passion for her seeping into every crevice; it was raw, tangible proof of a love beyond societal boundaries. "So pretty," he breathed out and let out a small chuckle before lifting his gaze back to her face painted with both contentment and embarrassment. "What did I tell you?" he asked teasingly, giving her a smile showing promise and warmth all around its edges.

Her pink lips parted, an embarrassed flush spread across her neck as she realised what he meant by 'so pretty.' But before she could comment further, his husky voice continued its flow. "You're so tight, so hot…so wet, even after I've been inside you." He trailed his thumb through their shared mess between her folds, her wetness glistening under candlelight. His words were soft yet a mischievous grin appeared between slow blinks. "I'd do it all again right now if I could," he sighed passionately, tracing loose circles on her flesh.

Unexpectedly, she shyly brought up his hand to her face, rubbing their shared mess between her lips thoughtfully before delicately tasting it on her tongue. The boldness was sudden and powerful, astonishing even him entirely. She blinked when he watched her do this, uncertainty replacing her boldness momentarily. Watching her confidence bubble up again before him took his breath away. Panting heavily from lust but still alert, Sebastian's eyes widened upon seeing her daring actions. Her tongue touched his calloused finger and he couldn't help but be mesmerised at seeing her savour him so shamelessly. "Gods help me," he whispered beneath exhales of satisfaction. The sight burned into his memory with a slow nod of admiration blossoming into his features. “You're worth the heartbreak.”

Seeing her boldness emboldened him even further. Taking advantage of her vulnerability from their passionate encounter, he leaned forward with determination. His large fingers held her chin gently while he planted small, wet kisses along her jawline and her neck, savouring every curve while he still could. Leaning closer, his heart pounded deafeningly against her soft skin. It was a bold action, but his tone wasn't shocking or forceful. Instead, it was punctuated with tender protectiveness. As she sucked on his finger, he whispered. "Tell me, love, how does that taste?" His voice was loving and nurturing as he admired his beauty squirming like a well-fed cat in his bed.

Her lips broke free from his thumb long enough to give a soft, seductive moan before she repositioned her tongue expertly around the digit again. She closed her eyes, enjoying the sensation of his finger inside her mouth. "Hmmm… Salty followed by a hint of sweetness. Like the ocean or rain." Her response surprised him. She sounded so… knowledgeable and mature. Hand still holding her chin lightly, he removed his finger. Sebastian groaned lowly, attracting her attention to shift back to him. "My turn now," he murmured against her, skimming his lips along hers. Holding her gently, he pulled her closer and locked lips with her passionately. As desired warmth flourished within this intimate encounter, Sebastian skillfully switched positions with her, reminding her of his physical strength. She laid down on him now, still leaking from their lovemaking, oozing love on his thigh.

"You're incredible," he panted against her forehead. His hands moved along delicate curves of her body until resting on her sides while he held onto her intently. As much as he wished not to let go, they had already been here for some time since leaving the Halloween festivities. "When do you have classes tomorrow?" He asked softly, showing the disappointment lurking around his words. The world outside and their schedules weren't so forgiving even after all that had happened tonight.

A sigh escaped her lips but it didn't lessen her smile for him. "Late tomorrow morning," she admitted reluctantly after taking in what he asked. Spooning against her lover, she delicately traced his collarbone while her eyes spoke volumes. She desperately didn't want to leave but time and reality came calling. He sensed the unspoken motive behind her words. "I… can't stay here tonight. I told my friends I was ill and staying in my dorm," she added softly.

Sebastian exhaled deeply, confirming her confession silently. Gently trailing his fingers down the curve of her backside and back up again, he let out a sigh of content mingled with disappointment. She was radiating warmth in more ways than one— for example, the fact that she lied to others so she could give him company. "Understandable," he said gently, yet felt a sting in his heart. He watched her eyes glimmer with suppressed emotion but her love shone through nonetheless. "Just… Please promise me one thing." She tilted her head slightly, giving him a curious expression, meeting his honeyed gaze unwaveringly.

"You're mine now," he whispered hoarsely, his usually stoic exterior briefly dissolving into raw vulnerability. "If there's anything troubling you, you tell me first, all right? You belong to me and I'm yours." His words carried new depth, practically radiating the weight behind them. In response, she leaned in closer, their faces barely an inch apart, their breaths mingling. Looking deep into his eyes, filled with sincerity and love, she nodded. "I promise, Sebastian.”

Sebastian slowly nodded against her smooth skin while still absorbing those final words from the memorable night. Swallowing hard, no mention of yearning or goodbyes passed between them. Decisively planting another soft kiss on her lips, he pledged again without any reservation. "I'll make sure to check on you during breakfast tomorrow." His gaze softened into a hidden promise, one she completely understood despite its subtlety. "We'll find ways… of reconnecting throughout every day," he whispered tenderly against her forehead. It was their private pact— love through duty and secrecy.

They rose from the bed, Sebastian helping her stand by holding her hand. He felt remarkably empty yet full at the same time, as if only half of him will stay in his quarters tonight. "I need you in that costume again," he chuckled gently but with intention. Always, after intimate passion, his professional side arose quickly, reminding him of the need for secrecy. He began assisting her dress up back into it, tugging it in place carefully, standing right behind her at every step. "Just a little more," he reached up cautiously with a crooked smile onto her face. "Can't forget your bunny ears." Her eyes admired him, a mix between gratitude and love visible while he placed her diadem on her head. Watching these final touches, she smiled at him. Their lovemaking was far from his teachings, but still just as caring and nurturing. Draping a delicate, protective arm around her shoulder, Sebastian guided her to his door. He softly opened it to reveal the safe corridor ahead of them. He gazed into her eyes down to her small smile before whispering. "Until tomorrow, sleep well." The twinkle in his eyes signalled their love still hadn't ended. Softly nudging her out first, he gave her permission to leave. “Don't forget your textbook.” With every beat that echoed through Hogwarts’ corridors beneath the crisp autumn's moon, their love grew stronger even if one had to leave behind.

With a tender hug goodbye, she stepped out, leaving behind the safety of his arms. As she disappeared down the corridor in her bunny costume, their hearts felt heavy yet content, basking in the confessions that were spilled in his sheets. The door softly shut behind him, leaving a deep silence. Sebastian let out a deep breath and leaned against the door frame. Her intoxicating scent lingered around and despite him knowing it was fleeting, he held onto it tightly, waiting for the last remnants to fade away. Gathering his composure under heavy darkness, he started getting ready to sleep alone.

In the student dormitories, her door closed firmly behind her innocently bobbing tail. Quiet footsteps echoed softly along the polished wooden floors until her bed welcomed her with a small sigh of relief. Stripping off her costume quickly, she crawled under the covers with heavy eyelids. With the scent of their shared intimacy still fresh and the warmth of Sebastian's cum nested inside her, all she could do was think about their stolen moment together.

On the other hand, Sebastian's night was lonesome but full of love and pride. The imprint of her body on his mattress brought clarity and peace, reminding him of the love that bloomed amongst the heavy panting and squelching of her body. He slept soundly, but not before whispering under his breath, "I'll find a way, my love.”

[howlingday]

The Test

Jaune: Salem, stop! You can't destroy Remnant!

Salem: And why not? What value does this world truly serve?

Jaune: A whole lot, if you ask me.

Salem: And so I shall. Allow me to test your intelligence, Jaune Arc. Prove to me you know what truly know what you speak of and I might consider leaving this world be.

Jaune: If that's what it takes, then I'm ready.

Salem: This test I'm about to bestow upon you finds its roots in ancient Arc history. Your ancestor's once brightest minds would use these tests to sharpen their wit and test others in their shared fields. Prepare yourself, Jaune Arc, for the fate of the world is on your shoulders and depend upon how you answer this question.

Jaune: (Nods)

Salem: ...Losersayswhat?

Jaune: What?

Salem: I win! Death to Remnant!

Jaune: Whoa, whoa, what?!

Salem: That's twice now.

Jaune: Hold on, hold on, I just- THAT'S your question?

Salem: What were you expecting?

Jaune: I don't know, just not that! But alright, fine! I get the gist of it! I'm ready now! I'm ready! Let's go!

Salem: As you wish...

Salem: Define "Grimm Biodiversity" in three words.

Jaune: Oh, fuck you!

Salem: I give you points for the word count, but that's not the correct answer.

Jaune: Pick a fucking lane, Salem! Are you going to ask me real philosophical questions or just use fucking playground bullshit!

Salem: ...What's a playground?

Jaune: See, you wouldn't know because you're not asking me actual questions about Remnant! Isn't that why we're here?

Salem: I see your point. Very well then, Jaune Arc, answer me this: What is the value of the soul?

Jaune: ...That's not wordplay, is it?

Salem: No.

Jaune: And it's not a test to get me to say "what" or anything like that, right? Because that didn't count.

Salem: It totally did count, but no.

Jaune: Okay! Okay... I'll... I'll give it my best shot...

Jaune: I was born to a small farming community, and I was the only boy of the family and I'd be that way until even today...

Jaune: ...and there's these rights, these freedoms that you have as both a human and a faunus that not everyone will recognize...

Jaune: ...and I learned to protect the weak, the innocent, and to hold close everyone and everything precious in this world and that people, whether human or faunus, have souls that bring a richness, a value into each other's lives...

Jaune: ...and we not be as immortal or as magically advanced as we once were, but there is still magic that we can still bring out in such beautiful ways...

Jaune: ...we fall in love. We get our hearts broken. And then we fall in love all over again...

Jaune: ...there's war and evil, but is there really a world out there where that doesn't exist...

Jaune: We make art and music and it all comes together in this beautiful symphony...

Jaune: ...and so, at the end of the day, even though people will look to me and say that I'm stronger or even godlike, I still consider myself human! Because.. deep down... we're the same.

Salem: ...

Jaune: Does that answer your question, Salem?

Salem: It does. I can see that you are very passionate about this world and the people living within it. Perhaps I had... overlooked the value of both...

Jaune: Y'know, Salem, that just might be the smartest thing I've heard you say all-

Salem: But notice how I never said "Simon Says".

Jaune: ...Wha

[mochinomnoms]

enemies to lovers with azul but your both stuck in a timeloop together trying to figure out how to get out of it all while taking low jabs at eachother until youve spent so much time together that you know everything abt him from his dreams and aspirations down to the rhythm that he taps his fingers too while reading contracts. meanwhile azul over here has realised that he may have fallen in love with you but his version of courting you is unfortunately wordplay fuckery and quality time spent in silence while you trade research notes on time magicks to get out of your shared situation or other work.

Okay so fun fact, despite writing the aceyuu madoka au for the one francesca event request, I loath time loop stuff with a passion!

My first interaction with time loop stories was with the one episode of Supernatural where Dean keeps dying over and over and Sam goes slightly insane trying to prevent his death. Idk why but I hate those tropes the constant loop stresses me out. I'm not sure why I had such an easy time with the aceyuu request with that in mind, but this is a cute idea especially if it starts out as an enemies to lovers story! I eat that shit up

[fire-lizard-ro]

The only thing on my mind right now is Argenti with a reader who's just as, if not more, flirtatious and poetic than him getting in a compliment contest where he ends up losing.

No mentioned gender, so reader is gender neutral.

Anon your brain is so big. <333

This is perfect like?

Argenti is a Knight of Beauty and always uses proper speech. While he claims to have no skill with words, he always seems to speak with such flowery language you typically wouldn't find in every day conversation. At least not in modern times (irl and in the Star Rail universe).

But to find one such as yourself who can match him and even go beyond his skill in language as well as use poetry and prose? He would be enamored with you.

He would smile and listen to you speak before attempting to match you in wordplay only to not quite get there. But the attempt was made. Sometimes it's because he cannot think of a good response or flirt to counter you and sometimes what he comes up with just doesn't match his personal standards when comparing his words and yours. But he isn't too put out over it. He would chuckle and flash that radiant smile of his at you. "I did say I was unskilled in the art of words, my dear. It's your win, this time. But don't be too excited- I'll best you one of these days."

I'm almost certain one of his reasons for wishing to win is because he wants to fluster you. To see you become embarrassed over his words. After all, you are beautiful to him, but he'd like to see that cute side of yours a little more.

He'd just have to earn it, is what he'd think.

But when the two of you aren't competing, he enjoys just listening to you speak about anything and everything. Especially the things you were passionate about. Because to him, it is always a treat to get to hear your personal rendition of things. He is in awe of how you use your words of what is basically a honed craft in his eyes. The way that the story or ideas you convey to him take shape and become even more interseting because of how you say it is absolutely astounding to him.

And the way you are able to make him feel with your words of affection aimed at him is something he always wants to keep experiencing.

He's in love with you and your words. He'll practice more so he can show you his love in the same way.

Thank you for the ask! I love Argenti so much and this idea is amazing. Feel free to send in another ask, if you'd like~

[batsycline69]

I'm trying to figure out how to formulate my thoughts on this but Jane Austin is great, I'm sure as you said Jason would like her works but he was originally a Shakespeare kid and I do think it follows him as a character thematically. The comic where he holds his helmet the same way hamlet holds Yorick's skull has always stuck with me. (1/?)

continued:

And as much as I love Jane Austin's works and romances its never struck me as how I personally perceived Jason's way of expression (everyone is entitled to their interpretations however). I think the type of tension, devotion and tragic undertones of Shakespeare fit Jason very well. But back to what you were actually saying, I think you nailed it with Jane Austen and Bruce. (2/3)

As you said I the repression specifically suits him So well. Its one of Bruce's core characteristics to me. And again the traits you pointed out just suit him so well. I think part of it that works so well for me is that I think on a level it hurts Bruce to love like that (after such loss) and I think that is something that Austen writes very well. If any of this makes sense I'm not great at being articulate dshbjdsk. (3/3)

ALRIGHT GANG BUCKLE UP HERE WE GO

So okay. Original post was all about how Bruce is kind of fits the build of an Austonian character; there's a lot of reservation and control. There are themes of the roles one is expected to play. Themes of society and influence and all of that.

Jason is defined by his passion and how incredibly thought out his plans are. And that's not to say that Bruce isn't passionate, nor is it to say Jason doesn't have control or hasn't played into certain roles or expectations, because that's the thing. Bruce and Jason are so similar in some ways, yet incredibly different in the ways that the other one values the most.

I LOVE that you brought up the panel from The Lost Days because GOD what a panel. I had to dig in my Jason tag because I HAD to add it in (spoiler alert: it took a long time; turns out I post about that guy a lot).

And yeah, let's talk about Hamlet. Because god. GOD. All events in Hamlet take place because his father's ghost asks him to AVENGE HIM. Hamlet DIES because he wants to avenge the king, his father!!!

You referenced the Lost Days panel (and GOD WHAT A PANEL. I've got it just down a little bit for anyone who hasn't seen it), so we've gotta go over the Yorick speech:

...a fellow of infinite jest, of most excellent fancy: he hath borne me on his back a thousand times--and now how abhorred in my imagination it is! my gorge rises at    it. Here hung those lips that I have kissed I know not how oft. Where be your gibes now? your gambols? your songs? your flashes of merriment that were wont to set the table on a roar? Not one now, to mock your own grinning? Quite chop-fallen?

(for anyone who has not spent several hours a week in Shakespeare lectures, the gist of this is 'aw man, he used to be so funny and now I'm disgusted by him')

LIKE.

Yorick was THE KING'S CLOWN. In this context, looking exclusively at the speech, this can so easily be about Jaybin! He was a kid and full of life and loved learning and laughing. And now anything that reminds him of that time makes him feel disgusted with himself. And that manifests as his resentment towards Bruce.

EXCEPT. When you look at the panel that's so clearly referencing the scene with Hamlet and Yorick's skull, Jason has assigned himself as the role of the clown; he is going to always be a tragedy of his own making. It's foreshadowing for Jason's continuing need for Bruce's approval, for him wanting something that Bruce is incapable of giving him in the way he wants.

And like. When I first made the addition, I was thinking really in terms of tone. The context most of us have for Shakespeare (sitting in a classroom reading out loud) is NOT how the plays were meant to be enjoyed. Even in the tragedies, there are dirty jokes; there's very clever wordplay, and a lot of that is lost when you just toss a book onto a high school kid's desk and tell them to read out loud (but that's an entirely different post).

Point being, literacy was very low around 1602 when Hamlet was published. A play was going to be the most accessible form of entertainment. By design, uneducated people were meant to enjoy these plays. And then we think of Austen being published works, and how there's an inherent barrier between the two. In order to enjoy Austen, someone would have to be literate. You see what I'm getting at here? I'm not saying Jason's own personal training adventures are something just anyone could have done (shout out to Talia), but coming into his Robin-hood (pun intended) was. Jason was literally taken off the streets to become Robin, whereas Bruce used his financial resources to build himself up to being Batman.

So I guess back to the thesis of Jason fitting Shakespearean themes vs. Bruce fitting Austonian themes. There's so much blood in Shakespeare. There's ruthless plotting. Shakespeare's characters are willing to do what they have to to achieve their goal. And it's sort of comparing apples and oranges in terms of Red Hood vs. Batman. And that's kind of the point, right? Batman isn't going to kill Claudius; he's going to very quietly make sure Mr. Wickham doesn't yet again abandon a young woman. Like, no, Batman isn't going to kill anyone because that's just not the role he plays. That doesn't fit into his story.

And that is not Jason. The whole ordeal of putting on a play to get the new King to confess to the murder of the old king? That's absolutely the sort of psychological bullshit Jason would do. That is a statement. He is quite literally putting on a show, and is that not what all of Under the Red Hood is? Jason making statements, blowing things up, just to get Bruce's attention?

anyway thank you very much for this ask i am vibrating with excitement over this. i broke out my shakespeare anthology and everything

[katchcern]

Update on my Taiwan trip! I got to go to Cafe Bucciarati in Neihu, which is a JoJo’s Bizarre Adventure tribute cafe that has been running for 22 years. I hope Araki knows how deeply his fans care for his work. It was really great getting to speak to the shopkeep about the series (he very passionately dropped a bunch of CD’s and magazines on my table gushing about Araki’s references and wordplay). Though I spoke in Mandarin he knows some English, and carries some volumes of Parts 4 and 5 in English for visitors to read over a cup of tea.

Truly a delightful experience! Although I would like to visit Bar Dio in Japan I think this ranks higher for me just as someone who can speak Mandarin instead of Japanese haha. A really special place in Taiwan.

[valerieofavonlea]

I think we as a fandom are overthinking the terms of the duel too much

So I just went through and reread most of Taravangian's chapters for a different theory, and something really stuck out to me, especially in RoW.

We were given some frankly kind of vague terms at the end of RoW between Dalinar and Odium, and with a long wait in between books, what else are we supposed to do other than pick apart every tiny detail and theorize? I have some thoughts.

This might get a little rambley so buckle in.

Let's establish a few things, and then I have a point, I promise. I know everyone is focusing on the draw, on not making a plan for if no one wins, because of Wit's story. That makes sense and could be obvious foreshadowing. But Dalinar in the moment kind of threw out everything Wit had carefully prepared and put together very simple terms. I still don't know that there's a whole lot of room for a draw with the terms we have, nor does Todium imply a draw when he's reviewing the deal, but a victory:

"The way to win was to make sure that, no matter the outcome, you were satisfied. Odium should never have entered a deal he could not absolutely control. 'It can still be done,' Taravangian realized, seeing the possibilities -so subtle- that his predecessor had missed. 'Yes... Dalinar has set himself up... to fail. I can beat him.'"

I'd also like to point out how Odium operates, as stated on at least two separate occasions:

"Should we write... a contract?" "Our word is the contract. I am not some spren of Honor, who seeks to obey only the strictest letter of a promise. If you have an agreement from me, I will keep it in spirit, not merely in word."

and

"This isn't some deal with a Voidbringer from your myths, where one tricks the other with some silly twist of language."

Now it is unclear if this is a Rayse philosophy or something the shard itself is bound to, but it is interesting nonetheless.

Now, onto my main point. Taravangian is a scheming, conniving character who spent four books paying chess, outsmarting and manipulating, and very very carefully planning. His arc in RoW is quite interesting then, as he gets dumber and dumber, he begins to see less value in the intelligence. For all his smarts, all his planning, he has managed to save just one city out of an entire planet, landed himself an execution as a traitor, and burned countless potential allies.

"Smart Taravangian has proven insufficient. Smart Taravangian has failed. He hasn't just been made intelligent. He's been given a coin and a curse. Intelligence on one side. Compass on the other. When smart, he assured that compassion was the curse. But was it really? Or was the curse that he could never have both at once?"

By the end of RoW, Taravangian has become so much a being of pure emotion that he's constantly attracting spren, and he has become the perfect vessel for a shard of pure emotion.

The old Taravangian would have chosen the scheming, the wordplay, outwitting anyone and everyone he could have. The old Taravangian would have reveled in a tiny tiny loophole or trick of wording only he could see, but he got a whole lot of nowhere with all that scheming.

"Odium had bet so much upon Dalinar being his champion. Now that was in chaos. The god bragged about his plans, but Taravangian knew firsthand that you could plan and plan and plan, but if one man's choices didn't align to your will, it didn't matter. A thousand wrong plans were no more useful than a single wrong one."

So, what if he is leaning all the way into the passion thing now rather than the intelligence he was chasing for most of his life? Because the scheming and trying to overthink didn't work out that well for him, but the emotion, the feelings, that's what got him this power (and the capacity to save everyone). So the question becomes, are we as a fandom approaching the duel incorrectly, trying to think too hard about loopholes and the specific wording, when this new version of Todium would be more likely to use an emotional approach? Something to think about.

[depressedraisin]

okay so i don't really have a point to make over here but i've been thinking about this a lot lately so here we go: ever notice how alex tends to use a lot of dance-related words as metaphors for sex but almost always undercuts the image of elegance/beauty that might evoke using interesting juxtapositions and wordplay??

in piledriver waltz (submarine ep, 2010; also reprised for suck it and see, 2011) he writes "i heard the piledriver waltz// it woke me up this morning". now 'piledriver waltz' here refers to someone having sex (atleast the contributors at genius think so and so do i). turner uses the word waltz- an intimate ballroom dance between two partners- but adds piledriver- which is, as wikipedia tells me, "a professional wrestling driver move in which the wrestler grabs their opponent, turns them upside-down, and drops into a sitting or kneeling position, driving the opponent head-first into the mat". so you see, the refined, elegant, romantic connotations of waltz is contrasted with the image of rough ruthlessness that piledriver brings.

(ALSO also did you notice? a wrestling reference? all the way back in 2010 👀 now idk if it's a regular vocab words or specific to wrestling-lingo only back in uk, but my studied-english-as-first-language-in-school-but-not-native speaker ass did have to google what the hell that means)

another such oxymoron-esque treatment of metaphors for sex we see in everything you've come to expect (everything you've come to expect, 2016). the line, one of my absolute favourite things turner and kane have ever written, goes "dirtbag ballet by the bins down the alley // as i walk through the chalet of the shadow of death". 'dirtbag ballet' again refers to sex here, this time the illicit kind, the kind that takes place in shadowy corners and dingy alleys. 'ballet' is another term that we will immediately associate with elegance and graceful moves but the use of 'dirt bag' by it's side brings a sense of crassness, almost vulgar quality to it. that term immediately paints a very stark picture of wild clandestine passion that illicit affairs carries probably. the song talks about that a lot.

(PS: an applause for the impeccable internal rhyme in those lines tho. *chef's kiss*)

the last example that stands out to me is from four stars out of five (tranquility base hotel and casino, 2018) where the line goes "hokey cokey with the opposite sex." (someone mentioned it around here today and that's what sparked this post. EDIT: it's @homoirrealis https://www.tumblr.com/lalaballa1977/717488374837084160?source=share) now there's no clever oxymoron-metaphor situation here, but the choice of that specific dance to talk about sex (straight sex, as the songwriter so kindly points out) is very interesting to me. hokey cokey as we know is a campfire dance that originated with brit folk dances and tunes. it's so funny because whenever i hear that line it immediately takes me back to kindergarten and a bunch of us kids standing in a circle, singing the rhyme and learning the dance. therefore in my mind atleast, hokey cokey evokes images of practiced, monotonous movements of hand and feet, no fluidity, no elegance. also the communal aspect of it. what if we read it as something you are made to participate in because you are a part in a group, because a number of pairs of eyes are on you. a question worth pondering perhaps.

and all this referring to sex?

also the song goes on to entice you to escape to this swanky hotel-casino-taqueria up on the moon and get far, far away from shit that you have done and regret and want to forget. then why is this hokey cokey with the opposite sex also one of those things the narrator might want to forget?

Hmmmmm questions worth pondering, innit?