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Empty Nest part 4
Part 1, Part 2, Part 3
-You took a deep breathe, stretching in the bed you were resting in. It’s been centuries since you had slept. You open your eyes, vision a little blurry. You groan as the memories of the previous night come back to you.
Fuck, you wanted to start a family…but was it the best idea to choose Sebastian? You roll your shoulders and sit up. With a quick look around, you find Sebastian entering the room, fully clothed and holding a silver plate, it had a cover so you couldn’t see what was in it. He locked eyes with you and gave you a small smile.
“I’m sorry,” He spoke softly as if you were a cornered animal that he didn’t want to startle. “I hoped to have breakfast ready before you woke up but I had to attend to the young Master, I hope you understand.”
You raise an eyebrow. Breakfast? You weren’t hungry, demons can go ages without food, you don’t have a use for human food aside from pleasure, you’d need a-
You freeze and take a deep inhale, recognizing the scent.
It’s…a soul? Where did he get one so fast? Did he go hunting after you fell asleep??
You couldn’t help the that your mouth was watering, it smelled so good, the love, hatred, sadness, anger, fear…you could tell from just the scent whoever he targeted had lived a full life, they’d be delicious…
Which led to your current concern.
Why was he offering you this? Demons don’t like sharing their meals, it’s difficult and not nearly as filling, so why would he go through the extra work? You sneer st him. “Funny, Sebastian. But you already got what you wanted, right? There’s no reason for you to do me a ‘favor’ now is there? I fucked you silly last night and you’re giving me breakfast in bed? Yeah right, what do you want?”
You really didn’t mean to sound so defensive but you were worried, was he just trying to get your guard down to hurt you? Was he trying to get you to sleep with him again? Is he that desperate for your touch?
Sebastian gives you confused look, grabbing a tray from god knows where and set it up, then placed the plate on it, taking the cover off to let you see the soul. It shined so beautifully and you wanted to tear into it, but you wouldn’t until you knew there were no clauses.
“Well, not particularly, no. I just want you to be safe, you can’t hunt while pregnant after all, right? I don’t want the love of my life to go hungry.” You grinned at his choice words…this…was odd, but well intended?
You ease back down onto the bed, still choosing not to eat, you could still hunt! But…you did owe Sebastian an apology…
“I’m not hungry and I can still hunt until I show signs, you should eat though, souls taste best fresh.” You pause taking a deep breath before talking again. “Also, sorry I got…upset with you,” A soft smile stretches across your lips as you look him in the eye. “Want a kiss to make up for it?”
Sebastian’s eyes lit up and his smile widened. “Would that be ok?” You nod and Sebastian leans down to give you a kiss, you reciprocate the motion, being gentle with it and letting his touch linger over you for a few more seconds. If it made him feel better, then why not, it’s not like it’s bothering you anyway. Sebastian gently climbed onto the bed with you again, placing his head on your shoulder.
You held the ‘snack’ in your hands and motioned for him to come closer for another kiss. You placed it in your mouth, when Sebastian opens his mouth you quickly slip half of it into his mouth and hold him there with a grin. You make him bite off half before pulling away. You swallowed the half you had fast, Sebastian is just sitting there starting at you in surprise.
“Eat it, I only wanted half.” You say and he obeys. He goes to thank you but you interrupt. “Thank you for the food.” You start to get up deciding now was the time to get out of bed. Sebastian gently eases you down.
“You’re not sore? You feel ok, right?” You know what he’s applying and nod. You say you’re fine and get up, deciding to explore the manor today. Sebastian quickly followed you, almost like a dog…
(Next tba)
#empty nest#sebastian x reader#sebastian x y/n#sebastian x you#black butler x you#black butler x reader#black butler#demon! reader
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After the one year that turned into six years, Ty has moved out into a house rental in Akron with a friend. Lila is full-time with her Dad because he’s closer to campus and she was tired of the back and forth every week (can’t blame her!) We see each other almost every day for at least a few minutes.
All that to say—this room is mine.
I’m about to wash the windows and sweep and mop. One of the walls has 500 little rectangles of sticky tape from the prints Lila had covering the entire wall when this was her room. I just pulled down all of the paper, but the tape will require I don’t even know what. Asking her to come deal with it tomorrow.
I’m bringing my drafting table, easel, and supply cabinet in here along with the old iMac to use for viewing photos I’m painting in a large format. And the wall with two windows will be my yoga-pilates-meditation space.
I know I’m not staying here for very long but I’m going to enjoy the hell out of living solo in my home in the meantime.
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my mom who’s been dealing with empty nest syndrome for the last 2 years literally found an abandoned nestling and is taking care of them
#not a shitpost#there’s something so poetic about this#she’s back in india and animal rescues aren’t a thing there#like the lil creature couldn’t even open its eyes when she found it#it’s nice to see her occupied with something she’s basically just been trying to pass the time since my sister and I left two years ago#empty nest
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Did Golden Girls creator Susan Harris call Rita Moreno a slut? Well, kind of. It's not as simple or as mean as that makes it sound, but there's a kinda public spat between these two powerhouses that you can watch play out between "Empty Nests," the season two finale to Golden Girls, and Empty Nest, the spinoff show that debuted a full TV season later, based off that failed attempt.
Basically, Rita Moreno was the original pick to star in the spinoff to Empty Nests, but it did not work out, for reasons I explain in this video. And the fallout of this backdoor pilot reverberates through the actual Empty Nest pilot in interesting and surprising ways — and one of them is the line, "You name a kid Rita, you get a damn good chance of getting a slut."
It's all in the video, but there's even more weirdness to this Golden Girls episode that I get into in the most recent episode of my podcast, Gayest Episode Ever. Have a listen!
Subscribe to Gayest Episode Ever: Apple Podcasts / Spotify / Google Podcasts
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June 1991.
#letters to the editor#cranks#fire and brimstone#can't joke about anything anymore#empty nest#sitcoms#1990s
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Precious moments
The gospel of independence and adventurousness is not an automatic chapter in the Book of Fatherhood.
I preached it, as did most of the Baby-Boomer parents I know. Less so, I believe, in previous generations. I darn near broke my mother's heart when I abandoned Detroit for my first journalism job.
"Why do have to go to Ohio?," she asked. "There aren't any stories here ...?"
My kids, on the other hand, were taught to spread their wings. They took that advice to heart and left Michigan, which sometimes makes me wonder if I should have done less pushing and more pulling.
Although the situation makes for a wistful Father's Day, I take consolation in the fact that they're all doing well. And I make it a point to savor those rare, sweet times when we're together.
(The photo was take backstage at Red Rocks Amphitheatre on June 1)
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Embracing the Empty Nest: My Journey of Rediscovery
From nurturing my kids to rediscovering myself, my empty nest journey has been a rollercoaster of emotions and self-discovery. 🚀 In my latest blog post, I share the highs, lows, and invaluable lessons learned along the way.
If you're facing similar #EmptyNest challenges, I've also included some helpful tips to navigate this chapter of life.
👉 Read my story and get inspired to redefine your purpose and embrace the new chapters ahead with your adult children. #EmptyNestEvolution #RediscoverYourself #ParentingJourney
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Pt 1, pt 2
Empty nest
Cw: possessive behavior, slight yandere Sebastian, slight breeding kink on readers behalf, Sebby sorta has a breeding kink too, overstimulation, restraints, afab reader
You grinned down at Sebastian. “Goood boy!” You say with a mocking voice, laughing at the confused look he gives you. You click your tongue and still your hips, earning a low whine. “You’re kinda cute like this…” You purred out, unlocking his cuffs and let him place his hands on your thighs, you felt them dig into your flesh the second you started moving again.
You tossed the cuffs aside, quickly shifting to a faster, more pleasurable pace for you, for Sebastian, not so much….
You know a demons limit is pretty high, but you like to think you could have him pussy drunk in less that an hour. Sebastian gripped your thighs, lightly squeezing them with a groan. “T-thank you.” He groaned out, claws digging into your thighs as he struggles to stay still under you.
You hum in response, leaning down to give him a quick kiss. Sebastian this time slipped a hand behind your head and pulled you closer. Instead of waiting for permission, he shoved his tongue into your mouth. You briefly think of biting his tongue but don’t, it’s not like he’s hurting you.
You can feel him feeling your teeth, lightly dragging his tongue over your teeth. You have to bite back a laugh when you feel him cum inside you again. You pull back from the kiss, seeing that Sebastian’s eyes have changed to their pinkish/red hue of his demon form.
When you don’t stop, you feel his grip on your thigh tighten. “S-sorry, I’m aware that was a little rude, it was just to tempting….” He leans forward bowing his head a bit, nipping your neck playfully. He lets his free hand slip between your legs to gently rub your clit.
A moan escapes you, your walls tightening around him in response. You feel him tense under you, he let go of your thigh and gripped your hip to try to stop you. “W-wait, too much, I’m sorry, c-can I eat you out? I-“ He lets out a whimper when you don’t stop. “F-fuck, I’m sorry-I can’t-“
Sebastian gives a sigh of relive when you slide off of his spent cock. To your surprise he wraps his arms around you and flips the position. He quickly ducks between your legs, excitedly lapping at your clit. You purred, to your surprise he wasn’t bad.
“You’re good with your tongue, maybe I’ll ride your face next time…” You hear a low moan escape him, the vibration against your clit had you arching your back a bit. “Hell, maybe I won’t even use your dick next time I want to get off.”
You chuckled and shoved his head further down. You purred, rubbing his head and offered soft praise. Sebastian lightly sucked on your your clit, slipping a finger inside of you. You can feel him feeling inside of you. “Are you looking for something?”
You let go of him so he can come up and speak. “I-I’m looking…for the spot inside of you that feels good.” He kept feeling inside of you. “Where is it? I-I don’t know if it feels different please do tell me if I find it…”
You nodded, letting him get back to work. Your legs tried to snap shut as he brushed against a cluster of nerves. “T-there!” You hiss and grind against his tongue. You feel yourself tightening around his fingers, your walls trembling as you get close.
“Make me cum, Sebastian. If you do I’ll give you another kiss.”
That’s all the encouragement he needs to speed up, he’s roughly sucking on your clit, though it helps push you other the edge. You tense up, letting the heat wash over you. You have to tap on Sebastian’s shoulder to let him know it’s enough.
Sebastian quickly moved back as if he was worried he’d hurt you. “D-did I make you feel good? Was that…pleasurable?” You nod and you can see his eyes light up at that. With a glance down, you can see the mess he made in you…
Well that’s done, now you’d have to wait.
But for now, your body was tired, though you didn’t need sleep, you enjoyed the rest. You went to get up but Sebastian held onto you so you couldn’t leave the bed. “W-wait! Stay! Please-don’t leave!”
You laugh, ruffling his hair. “I’m just gonna leave and rest for a bit, then I’ll be back, ok?” Sebastian shook his head to your amusement. “Oh? Then what do you propose?”
Sebastian’s eyes lit up. “Sleep here, I’ll make you breakfast. I already cook for the young Master, so it won’t be an issue.” He nuzzled into your side, still holding onto you. “And if you stay…we can cuddle…”
You thought for second but agreed, laying down with him. You ignored that he was wrapping himself around you. You wrap an arm over his shoulder and close your eyes. You feel Sebastian pull the blankets over you both.
(Part 4)
#nsft#dom reader#sebastian michaelis#sebastian x you#sebastian x y/n#sebastian x reader#black butler sebastian#black butler#sub Sebastian#sub Sebastian Michaelis#empty nest#afab reader#demon! reader#overstim
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93/100.
Grief Days 10-14.
Two weeks Tumblr! It's been exactly two weeks since I had to say goodbye to my cat forever. I have made it through these two weeks okay and I feel I should acknowledge myself for that.
Let's take stock.
I've gotten over the initial deep sadness of seeing my cat take his last breath. I am starting to get used to him not being around. (Just starting to; I still have a long way to go.)
My other cat is also grieving in his own way. I've noticed that he has been more clingy, wanting to be around me almost all the time. He is not generally a cuddler, never wants to be in your lap, but these past two weeks he settles down beside me as close to me as possible without actually being in my lap. He and his brother napped together all the time, always cuddling up to each other, especially during the winter months. So I think he definitely misses the company of his besty. I am trying my best to reassure him and make him feel safe and loved, and that helps heal my heart.
I've gotten over the initial deep sadness of my eldest leaving home for university. It seems that a community of her fellow students already started to form in the two days before classes even started, so she has not been feeling alone as far as I can gather. She has unpacked and settled into her little dorm room, sent me a video of what it looks like, so I can picture what her mornings and evenings will look like as she studies and relaxes, and this gives me comfort. We have texted almost daily, usually in the evenings before bed, and we will soon fall into a new rhythm of communication as she settles into her class schedule and establishes her daily routine.
My youngest got through his first day of high school without any pomp or circumstance. I asked whether he was nervous or excited and he said he was neither, so I think he will quickly adjust to the new school year. During the couple of days between his sister leaving home and the first day of school, we spent some nice quality time together. It was a different dynamic without his sister present. Different but nice. I can see how he is quickly maturing and how I am quickly adjusting to being a different kind of mother to this boy who is becoming a young man. I am still grieving the end of being a mother to little ones, but I'm beginning to feel joyful about being a mother to adults. I will still have moments of deep grief, I'm sure, but maybe less intense and less often with time.
Still looming on the horizon is my ex's wish to move my son overseas with him. I have received encouraging counsel and support from my lawyer, so I'm tentatively hopeful that things will work out without any raging battles.
I've just realized that another thing weighing heavy on my heart right now is my living situation. I'm beginning to feel like it's time for me to move house. The location and size of my house was amazing when my kids were little, but more and more now I'm beginning to wonder whether it still makes sense for me to continue living here. If I was awash in wealth it wouldn't be a question, but I'm not, and it's getting less and less affordable for me to live here. Did you know that moving is among the most stressful life events? It's right up there with death of a loved one and divorce. So yeah, yet another facet of this grief I am feeling. The challenge for me here is that I have a lot of clutter. The thought of having to move gives me a huge amount of anxiety. It would be less if I got organized and cleared stuff out. Which actually is the initial reason I started this blog. But the need to declutter and clean up has felt more urgent these past two weeks.
All of this and more is what makes me feel on the verge of a panic attack. Still going to continue with the increased anxiety medication dosage!!
#100 days of productivity#100dop#grief journal#dealing with grief#grief#grieving#loss of pet#empty nest#parenting#anxiety#panic attack#panic disorder
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I’d thought of him as someone who could brace the weight of winds and tides, hold me against the drift, anchor me.
We couldn’t stay anymore in that little white house, where the three of us had lived, because what good is a home once the ones you love have left it? What good is a home that has failed to keep them all safe, contained, within reach? ... Such structures could not be expected to hold us all together, keep us all in place. It seems now that we have always been drifters, my mother, my father, and I. We swayed, touching others only lightly, ebbing closer and away with the loose tide. I wondered if this was what it had been about with Jude—a tethering. How I’d thought of him as someone who could brace the weight of winds and tides, hold me against the drift, anchor me.
— Madelaine Lucas, Thirst for Salt (Tin House Books, March 7, 2023)
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So... It's been a while.
It is now T Plus a lot of days since son D departed on his adventures.
He backpacked around Spain, Portugal and Columbia.
There was good and bad, rough and smooth.
There was a lot of rain.
There was one attempted mugging, a great deal of delicious cuisine, an unexpected river crossing, a moped ride into the desert and a lot of miles covered.
He went and tried out what he'd always wanted to do.
He actually took my advice (not common).
"Go, enjoy the adventure, do what you want to do. But, if the day comes when you're not enjoying it any more, or if you don't feel safe, no matter what you haven't seen or have already booked, either move on or just come home."
He did. Come home.
He missed his 'not girlfriend' more than he expected. (She's his girlfriend proper now.) Missed not having the structure of a working day. Got offered a good job.
All that anguish and worry. Kids!
Just grateful someone up there was looking out for him.
But... daughter K is flying on the 1 August...
T minus...
In the meantime, we were busy, practicing our empty nest lifestyle. Photos.
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My 17yo is damn near grown, and everyday they blow me away with their intelligence and nuanced insights into the world.
But I still squeal on the inside from the cuteness, because they still pronounce DVD as “diva-dee”.
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Empty Nest
Full of sirens, arena and blanket. What a clown hopes, to see someone fall down the stairs before them. I arise before you, prawn with feelings, human eyes, man made water. Soap in the lens, dirt in the salad. A smog is coming into my chest like a cavity is to the ceiling. Who needs a plumber? We do. The oaks are filled with tiny worms and they're chewing the leaves brown. Did you hear what I said?
We speak after dreaming of wetting the night and forgetting. I go forward you go back. A little time travel where I envision you back in the shadow you cast where I was just where I was and you will be: just a little sitting. One day we'll meet and have this picture. Have I met you before or is that just an idiot from a book I read under this branch? I had an old picture of you, an ear or a skin that I looked at for a year, uncertain of any timing. I know you will be seeing this first, tomorrow.
As though the time you got really drunk with me and tore your clothes off. I didn't listen, and i didn't want to.
There are photos, the good ones you never look at until you're able, after a war or deep edge the long day keeps coming to, when the house is empty and you say what you finally have to say.
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Wednesday, 4/10/24. We went on a little walk after work and therapy today!
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