𝔀𝓲𝓵𝓭 ᴏɴᴇꜱ .

muses: brooks mcknight, gunnar beckett, & dante arroyo closed rp blog for gouldacademyhq

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imessage 📨 gunnar & fleur

Fleur: It's not that easy.

gunnar: and how do you know that?

gunnar: have you even tried?

[ohproserpine-deactivated2015053]

Poetry is the way I fuck you when you’re gone.

Nicola Cayless, Literary Sexts (via klytemnestre)

[unianterested]

The last place Bella wanted to go was to her pretentious wannabe of an ex-something but desperate times called for desperate measures. The unexpected dissolving of her relationship with Skylar brought on unexpected results such as anxiety and insomnia and other things that may or may not have impacted her performance of late, unraveling what was otherwise known as an immaculately constructed image of a girl who had it all. She’d been as unprepared for failure, having never felt it before, and she had to admit the effects didn’t feel great.

Weighing failure next to risking the chance to become the next test subject for Gunnar’s shitty poetry was pushing it but Bella was feeling a degree of self-loathing that she hadn’t ever felt before and figured if there was a time to be humbled by phonetics, a shitty Tuesday was as good as any.

“Look, I’m here for a good time, not a long time. And no, not that kind of good time,” she said, tossing her hair over her shoulder as she hovered in his doorway.

“You have any valium? A girl could really use a re-up.”

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Gunnar figured it would only be a matter of time before Bella would come over to his room, especially since she seemed to be doing the absolute most lately to make him jealous with her latest fling, spamming him with texts about how cute the woodland elf was. Ever since he had ghosted on her, and replaced her with Sienna, the two of them had barely spoken to each other. It wasn’t like he missed her, because Bella very rarely had anything interesting or worthwhile to say, but it did stroke his ego when the girl finally swallowed her pride and showed up at his doorstep for help. 

“Time is merely a construct of human perception. A meaning that we’ve imposed upon motion, nothing more,” Gunnar shrugged his shoulders nonchalantly, a condescending grin tugging at the corners of his mouth as he gestured for her to come inside. 

“And whether it’s good or not, is all subjective, though I’m pretty sure that in your case, the general consensus has been that any time spent with you is about as fulfilling as eating a bowl of store-brand vanilla yogurt on a cloudy Sunday morning,” he added as he closed the door behind her, before making a beeline towards the sofa and plopping down on it.

“Valium, Arabella?” he quirked a dark brow. “Are you telling me you’ve finally come to terms with the fact that you’re certifiable?” 

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rhvpsodies‌:

she rolled her eyes when he spoke about some book, she wasn’t a big reader, she was a do-er. the brunette looked to him when he called her a cute little girl, she hissed a little under her breath when he spoke to her. she watched him as he sat his long frame beside her and she clicked her tongue when he called her pretty cute. ‘ i ain’t cute. ’ the girl corrected but allowed him to continue. light sucked in a breath when he leaned into her face, her eyes met his and she remained steely faced. she couldn’t be outdone. she leaned into him, arm draped over his shoulder, noses touching. ‘ i was looking for your bruises from your punishment. ’ she whispered against his lips. ‘ but if you must know, you’re only good for your abs, the poetry bullshit makes me want to blow my brains out. ’ she mewled in a softer voice, a tone a submissive who wanted him might use to call him daddy or sir or please but light wasn’t that submissive. she pealed back. ‘ just tell me what you want, gunnar — i unfortunately owe you so let’s make this as painless as possible. ’

Gunnar’s pompous smirk remained plastered on his face, unphased by her stream of insults. As much as she liked to pretend, he knew she wasn’t immune to being flirted with, and enjoyed the attention as much as every other girl that had set foot into his bedroom before her. Without saying a word, he pulled his shirt over his head and nonchalantly threw it on the floor. “Feeling better now then?” he asked teasingly. Though Gunnar considered himself a suave intellectual, occasionally, he didn’t mind his abs doing some of the work for him. 

“Blow your brains out, mhm? Using my poetry as an excuse to take the easy way out now, Mouse?” he whispered, his fingers brushing her long hair to aside as he moved his mouth to her ear. “To live is to suffer, remember? The greatest loss is what dies inside all of us while we’re still alive.” 

Sharp teeth nibbled delicately at her earlobe, as his warm breath feathered across her skin. “Why is that? Are you scared of pain?” he asked, chuckling, purposely avoiding the young girl’s question about what he wanted from her. “Don’t worry, I’ll be gentle with you, if you really want me to.”

[angelliott]

#for science (◕‿-)

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diiscipliine‌:

Frank inhaled sharply, suddenly at a loss of words at Brooks’ confusion. Man, this kid was dumb as bricks. He didn’t doubt that he’d been like this before his old lady fucked the shit out of him. She always did have a thing for idiots.

He straightened off of the door frame and pushed the closet door open wider to let more light in before entering the closet himself. “Forget it, just help me get this thing outside. It’s been sitting here longer than you’ve been alive and it needs to go,” he said. “Grab one end and I’ll get the other. Unless you’ve lost all motor skills too.”

Brooks just kept staring at Frank, waiting for him to tell him that he was just fucking with him, or that moving the machine was merely the first thing on a long list of shit he wanted him to do. “Is that... all?” Could it really be that easy? 

A look of disbelief swept across the boy’s features when it seemed like the older male was actually serious. “Let me get this straight: You’re going to escort me off campus, and all I have to do is help you move that thing?” he questioned, knitting his brows together in confusion. “Are you like new here or something, Frank? Don’t you know that this school basically runs on sexual favors, and probably like, drug money or whatever?” 

It was hard to imagine that their perverted janitor was the only person on campus not interested in railing his ass without even a drizzle of lube, but despite having reservations about how genuine the guy was, Brooks decided to take a chance and grabbed the other end of the fax machine like he had told him to. “Fuck, that’s heavy,” he grunted, as he slightly lifted it off the ground. “Why can’t you just leave it here?”

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teacherxlounge‌:

“Please make yourself comfortable.” Andi said softly as he walked to join him. “No no no, you aren’t interrupting anything. I’m here to help.” He nodded hearing the boy say he didn’t trust anyone else. “Well, what you tell me in here is going to remain strictly between us.” He leaned forward slightly. “What’s going on?”

Skylar felt somewhat reluctant about opening up to someone, but he was too sensitive of a person to keep all of it bottled up inside for much longer. At least the counselor’s office was a safe environment, right? Besides, he knew Mr. Michaels was a submissive too, so Skylar was hopeful that the male would understand his struggles. The boy sat down on the sofa and crossed his legs. “It’s about my brother... twin brother Bane. We’ve been arguing... Well, I suppose it’s mostly me who does the arguing, but that’s because I don’t know how to talk to him anymore,” he sighed deeply, sadness clouding his features. “Growing up, I always assumed we were both Dominants, just like our other siblings. If anything, I thought there was a small chance that Bane might be a submissive, possibly, but not me, definitely not me...” Skylar shook his head firmly. “I’m just so mad at him... I know it’s not fair, I know it’s not his fault, but I can’t just change how I feel!”

[cherylblossom]

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lvstfvlncss‌:

Just say it. And there it was, that frustration and impatience bubbling to the surface again as though it was just meant for him. August’s face twisting out of shape briefly as though gut-punched, only to flinch at Dante’s small outburst. “You aren’t listening,” August said in response. “I’m trying not to give you the opportunity right now. But look at you, taking it anyway. I can’t handle you… raising your voice, or snapping. Or losing your temper. I’m hurting, and you won’t make it better.”

Maybe Dante was just incapable of doing so. August’s eyes closed as he wearily and responded, breathy, “Dante. Of course.” He was already exhausted. His defenses were so far down now, and August was at a stand still as to how to bring them back up. He despised what he was becoming here, and he could do nothing to stop it. And then, Dante touched him. August’s eyes opened again, finding the Dominant’s, and it was clear. August had to be more direct.

Dante wasn’t going to leave the conversation until August’s words were entirely unambiguous. The submissive let out a breath through his nose, tears beat down against Dante’s hand. “I’m aware,” he said, low, shakily, “that I belong to you. Which… is precisely why I told you that. In your response, you reminded me that I was too far gone. Which I am.”

August’s voice wavered more at the final few words and he choked on a sob, drawing away from Dante’s hands. He stepped free from the Dominant’s path, a hand swiping over his face to clear away tears, but they were still coming. “I don’t even know why you’re here, unless it’s to berate me more. Not to worry, Dante, I’ve already said more to myself than you can imagine. I’ve done the hard work for you. A good Dominant knows when a submissive is at his breaking point, and I am beyond it. Now please. Leave. Before you say something else cruel before you can stop yourself. It may be all true, but that does not mean I can handle it right now. Please.”

“I wouldn’t have to raise my voice if you would just fucking tell me what’s wrong!” Dante lashed out, having reached his boiling point with August. Patience was a virtue, but unfortunately, the boy was rather quick to run out of it. They were talking in circles, with August refusing to talk to him and Dante refusing to let it go. “So, what would make it better then? Do you want me to leave? Is that it? Are you fucking someone else?”

The thought alone of someone else touching what was his made him fume, but considering August’s ‘track record’, it was probably safe to assume he wasn’t the only one the submissive was sleeping with. Punching the wall just to the side of August’s head, the Dominant seethed, “Yea, you’re definitely too far gone if you think I’m just going to let you whore yourself out like that worthless bitch who unclaimed you!”

He knew what he said, and part of him regretted being so harsh, but August had put him in a tough position, which wasn’t fair either. His parents had certain expectations of him that he needed to fullfil, and being with August could easily ruin everything he had been build up so far. It just wasn’t worth it, and yet... and yet he couldn’t bring himself to stay away from him. It was like he was a forbidden fruit that was being dangled in front of him, and it was driving him insane.

“This is all your fucking fault. You're the one who keeps drawing me in, and then you don’t want me anymore?” It wasn’t exactly how it went, but in Dante’s mind it did. As usual, the stubborn boy refused to take responsibility for his part in all of this. “Fine! I don’t fucking need you! Go cry to that other guy you’re fucking and let him comfort you instead! Just hop on his fucking dick and see if I care!” he spat, eyes darkening with rage. “Once a slut, always a slut!”

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teacherxlounge‌:

Andi noticed the eyerolling, the sighs, the annoyed looks. God there was less drama backstage at a drag show. He nodded. “Well I’m going to. Or you could just tell me and possibly not have to come back.” He said, crossing his arms on his desk. “Someone like me? Someone with years more life experience, training, and empathy? Is that what you mean?” He looked at the student seriously. “I’d overcome that pride of yours and recognize that my suggestions very well determine what the staff decides to do with you, drop the attitude and talk.” 

“Possibly?” Dante raised an eyebrow, since he didn’t plan on coming back either way. That wasn’t the ‘deal’, and he highly doubted this ridiculous guy had anything valid to say that would make him want to return. The boy shrugged his shoulders nonchalantly, because he didn’t feel like he had done anything wrong. “Yea, sure, let’s go with that,” he yawned, thoroughly unimpressed by the counselors ‘credentials’. Surely, he too must know, deep down inside, that he was in no position to give Dominants life advice? Regardless, Dante knew he had to say something, as he didn’t want to risk him telling the coach that he didn’t cooperate. His captain position on the team meant too much to him. “I’m here because I put a mouthy submissive in his place,” he finally answered him. “Which is just fucking absurd, and only in this liberal hellhole of a school, a Dominant would get punished for doing the right fucking thing!”

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rhvpsodies‌:

she nodded. she understood his frustration although she was such a pain she didn’t even succumb to the sexual parts. she couldn’t give herself to someone who didn’t respect her. ‘ they’re fucking nuts and like it’s so strict for us, so so much for liberal crawly, probably just another wanker dominant jacking off to the idea of being ince to us by letting us come, despite us still being treated as second class citizens. ’

“And they get away with everything,” Brooks frowned. “I mean, I haven’t ratted anyone out or whatever. Like, that will probably just make it worse anyway.” A sigh fell from his lips. “I swear, if he lied to me and I don’t get out of here soon, I will hashtag mclose it. Seriously, I’ll just dig a hole and escape if I have to.” 

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tastclikeubutsweeter‌:

clyde enjoyed Skylar and all, but he wish he could see the boy relax a bit. He seem to carry a lot on his shoulders? “Nah, dude I’m not hungry.” He smiled when Skylar said he didn’t want to talk about it, but then sort of talked about it.Clyde thought it was cool that the guy felt semi-comfortable around him to talk. “I didn’t hear about the arguement. That sucks. Will you and him be alright? Right, Bella?” He didn’t know all about Bella either. He should really try and pay attention to campus life and gossip. “I think we should go boxing. I helps me with stress.” He pet his shoulder. “Who is Bella again, refresh my memory? I suck at names.I am good with faces though.”

“I... really don’t know. We haven’t talked to each other since, so...” Skylar sighed, his bright blue eyes clouded by sadness. Though they had been separated for a year, the mere thought of being without Bane still made his chest ache, and left an empty feeling in the pit of his stomach. However, he couldn’t think of a way to mend things between them. Too much had changed, and there was no going back to the way things used to be. “Who is Bella? Are you joking? Obviously, I’m talking about Arabella Vasquez, the most beautiful girl in the world, who happens to be my girlfriend. Was my girlfriend. I think I might have broken up with her.” Though he hadn’t said the exact words, their last conversation did feel like the end of their brief relationship, since the girl didn’t even deny the fact that she was using him to make Brooks jealous. “Boxing? I don’t know about that either. It sounds like a rather inane activity, but I can just sit and watch, I suppose, if you insist.”

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xmadexinxxheaven‌:

“You can’t talk much, Cass. Weren’t you with that weirdo, Ajax for like a few months? It was all in the pass, I admit he wasn’t my best.” Sienna chose not to relax, not in the mood to fight with Cassidy. “Don’t you find that gets boring? I bet one of these days, someone is going to tell someone and you’re going to end up getting in trouble. May as well be outright in letting someone know it’s your idea.”

“Your point? Ajax might be a waste of oxygen as well, I won’t argue you on that, but at least he isn’t a pretentious hipster who harasses people with his pathetic limericks,” Cassidy countered, rolling her eyes. “Boring? It sounds to me like you’re too much of a goody two shoes to take a risk, Sienna. You’re a Domme, for crying out loud! Ordering weaklings around and making them do our dirty work is what we were born to do.”

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scriipturam‌:

“i am not getting you tickets, i am responsible for my squad and their well-being. and we both know i take my responsibilities very seriously.” she then laughed loudly and shook her head. “nah i’m just kidding. ‘course you can come. but no partying till after the competition. nothing means more to me than cheer.” she grinned and jumped up. “great! wanna go to the usual, or branch out a bit?” 

“Why? Are you worried your girls might get distracted by my dashing good looks? Because I suppose that would be a valid concern,” Aiden bragged, a self-satisfied grin tugging at the corners of his mouth. “Mhm, alright, if you’re positive they’ll be able to handle all of this. And you know me, I’m always up for an adventure, so I’ll just follow your lead and hope I don’t wake up tomorrow with no recollection of how and where I lost my shirt and left shoe like the previous time.”

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xmadexinxxheaven‌:

“I literally hate it when you talk like that.” Sienna whined, running a hand through her hair. “I didn’t say I would but I could if I wanted to.” The redhead raised her eyebrows, “You can’t say much. You’ve been looking at my tits since you walked in.”

“Color me perplexed that someone as vapid as Sienna Ainsworth thinks she’s even able to feel an emotion as strong as hatred,” Gunnar retorted, rolling his dark eyes at her comment. “Like I said, there are certain commodities in life that I can appreciate, such as, but not limited to, the sight of your milky white tits encased in whore-red colored lace, but, considering the fact that you don’t feel a sense of urgency to cover them up in my presence, I can only conclude that you have no qualms about me staring at them. As a matter of fact, you’re probably thinking about how hot it would feel if I just reached out my hands and cupped them tenderly right now.”

[johnparri]

Charles Melton by Ricardo Beas for Women’s Wear Daily (November, 2018).

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so, i died for a few days, but i’m slowly making my return to the dash. i’ll probably drop a bunch of my threads that i no longer feel musey for, sorry about that! 

please do hmu if you want to plot some new shit with my doms: dante ( tom maden ), gunnar ( charles melton ), cassidy ( carlson young ) & aiden ( jack falahee ), or my subs: brooks ( kj apa ) & skylar ( thomas doherty ).