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spirituallesbianblog · 3 months

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Mastering Faith In A 3-D Life

'What does faith mean to you?'

For some, it could be a belief in a benevolent God or perhaps the government of the country you reside in. The word faith is a 'strong, convicted belief in something or someone' that could cover a multitude of subjects or sins, depending on your vision of people, yourself, and the planet you perceive as home.

'Early signs of faith'

At a younger age, I had faith in many things not generally talked about and had to visit a specialist bookshop, where I could access subjects that may have seemed taboo. I had faith in my inner mystic that magicians, sorcerers, and witches were able to draw upon ancient practices, handed down by their forefathers and that fairies, dragons, and aliens were most likely real. My parents were not religious or interested in what I believed, so I kept what I knew to myself, wondering at times, where this faith originated. It seemed natural to accept that people had special gifts or magical superpowers and that fictitious characters like Superman, may have been real in lost eras, where magic was the norm and spells could be cast for the greatest of good or evil. After all, many of our ethereal friends like mermaids, were shunned as imagination, even though mariners swore they had seen them at sea. It seems people like proof and without it, faith is non-negotiable, That is unless you believe in the seemingly impossible?

'Faith allows the eyes to see beyond a 3D vision'

Call it gut instinct, or blind faith how I knew the world we lived in, was a storefront for the real theatre behind the scenes. It appears our universe harbors a realm of eclectic creatures that only appear to the souls of acceptance, or by invitation. The astral or 'other world' is alive with animation as fairies, goblins, and other immortal minions hide from the people of Earth and those who consider the human race, an elitist life-form. The universe is in fact, multi-dimensional and supports a multitude of exclusive deities and although nations on Earth have recorded a time when our eternal elementals were visible, they are now assigned to myth, folklore, or those who have faith in their existence. I personally join the ranks of unbiased souls who believe we are not alone in the cosmos. I back this up with a world of mixed heritage, where animals offer a universal view of disparate creatures. For It is with the zebra, dog, horse, elephant, and lion we share this existence with a God of supernatural status and a collective of dimensional beings, that date back to the beginning.

'My spiritual revamp'

I am a woman of faith and have an in-depth belief in the glory of god, humanity, and our picturesque planet. My initial reliance on what I had been taught and shown did not hinder my assurance, there was more than the eye could see and the teachings of scholarly humans. I had a hunger for the impossible and was driven to seek out the unusual and esoteric. It seemed everyone around me, was comfortable with the world as it was but I had a visionary mind that lifted up every rock. My thirst for theory and conjecture led me to accept and have faith in what others denied as truth. As a Virgo, I have an analytical mind that applies fairness to all knowledge, while another element is my intuition, the power indicator of what we instinctively know. It is here in the void of ancient wisdom, that we find the ultimate reality. This is our soul, a timeless creation with the key to past lives, our true origin, and of course, why we have come here now. My faith in a benevolent God has expanded every facet of earth life and the acceptance we are soul pioneers on a path to Nirvana. A heightened consciousness of eternal awareness and wisdom.

'On the dark side of the moon'

My soul and I are a team infused with love, from a higher source who invented a universe and a family of unique, light beings. There are many versions of faith and belief in a mighty creator who brought forth, the miracle of life. I am at peace with reincarnation as the answer to how humans arrive on earth and are aware I have been here many times. In this life, I am a gay female who has weathered many storms from the darker side of life. My journey to the underworld has taught me how the other half lives and why I choose to be a worker in the light. The gap between dark and light has narrowed and the people of earth are often caught in the crossfire. Each side has its appeal and demands a certain faith from the initiated. Some say our world has fallen into darkness and there is no way back. I beg to differ as a person who feels a balance is needed between both factions. You see when the dark is in control, chaos can ensue, with conflict the norm. The question is, how can we bring a workable duality, between the forces of dark and light? It does not help that some consider all modern-day witches, psychics, and magicians to be born of evil. My take on this is in the intention. When a soul is gifted with powers it can choose to help or harm mankind. It is always free will. Therefore the gift itself is neither good nor evil. It is a matter of perspective and conscious choice. Although my allegiance is to the divine and light.

'Can dark and light co-exist in peace?'

I have faith, that a way through the maze can be found as this planet is dear to my heart with its seductive imagery and alluring scenes of beauty. Our senses are tuned to the soul of our earthly home, and all she gives from the perfume of a rose to the night and day we honor with rest, work, and play. Gaia has faith in her role as a cosmic footpath, where human souls render their mission to connect, to a God of love and raise the conscious bar. The holy trek a soul travels, under the guise of a human, may carry eons of past experience while others may be here for the first time. Faith is the hallmark for a soul leaving their spirit home to wander the cities, towns, and countryside of earth, designed to accommodate their lessons in all aspects of evolution. My path with eternity commands faith and I surrender to God's master plan of integration and balance. As more souls awaken to the beauty of the light and God's divine path of righteousness, our world is bathed in potential 5D bliss. I have arrived on earth in time for this monumental happening and assist in any way I can. To highlight the truth of God's plan as heaven arrives on earth.

'When faith is maligned with fear'

When fear disguises faith we end up in the Middle Ages, where witches and folk who made potions for health, were sent to their death. This was a manic faith in a God who would choose hate over love and issue the ultimate punishment. A misuse of earthly power and a call of judgment in the name of a God who breathes unconditional love. This window in history encourages an open mind and heart to foster a world of tolerance, and compassion for all souls and their unique idealism. There will always be those who challenge our faith but I find a willingness to listen and kindly evaluate another person's view, keeps any debate friendly. (An example) is in my town there are Christian locals and me with my faith in reincarnation and New Age Spirituality. I embrace our ability to highlight the differences, with respect and integrity. The spirit of diligence in all interactions will help us to feel softer, as we accept all people's right to their opinions. After all, as a soul, we have a range of experiences, non-comparable to others, working their way through lessons and tests put on our path to higher learning. One soul may come to earth to honor a karmic lesson from a past life where they were prejudiced and overly judgmental. You could easily work out the style of lesson created to teach this soul acceptance, humility, and compassion. However It may seem like heavy-duty tuition to obtain a consciousness, that steps into the arena of the divine, an inspiring symbol of virtue and benevolence.

'Spiritual feminine faith'

My journey has taught me well and set a template of peace in my ravaged soul. I have heard people say 'I wear my heart on my sleeve' but for a time it was a closed book as trauma had sealed it with a dark kiss. My faith in a life of choice and liberty was overturned by methods of control, heartache, fear, and despair. It is amazing how life can change in an instant and become a battlefield of lost faith, in a world where women are often undervalued. My story is true and a message of hope for all women being abused. I am blessed that I survived the odds and now live to inspire others. I am holding the light for all women who have lost faith in love when a partner chooses to deny their inner opulence. We are all a 'Divine Feminine' and of worth here on Planet Earth, as leaders, mothers, lovers, mentors, and bearers of new life. We are also the Eve of all creation. Love is the truth and anything else is a cover-up for a wounded soul, who projects their hurt onto others. All is well in my world, as I take the lessons, with thanks I am now whole, healed, and in my personal power as a gay woman, aware of her innate, feminine worth. I have healed the cuts of a battered soul. I am the goddess, priestess, healer, and empress of modern times.

'Taking the leap of love'

Allowing love back into our life after being hurt, is the faith we can overcome what has happened in the past and find that elusive person who has 'forever written on their heart. 'I have faith I am internally healed and walk through the hearts of the broken with an outpouring of empathy and love. My faith in God is a given and I show my esteem by living a good life on earth. We are all role models in the making and have the capacity to influence other souls and lead as a 'cosmic courier of light.' I have faith in me, a soul that came to this palatial paradise, to feel alive as a human and be intoxicated by love and every emotion known to man or womankind. I am ascending in an energy of pure love, after a stand in the dark where there was no sense of direction and constriction in all endeavors. I learned how faith restores our sense of worth and puts us on the path, that is right to follow. For me, that is being a gay female who honors the right to choose a partner of value. The kind of woman who aspires to grow and evolve in a partnership, of open-hearted peace. This is a relationship with freedom etched into the hearts of two souls, A Relationship Nirvana style of partnership.

'How authentic are you?'

It starts with authenticity. That is living your life with truth. Are you being 100% authentic about who you are? I am aware people hide behind masks, as their real selves are hidden. We come here in pursuit of enlightenment, so that means being the human you decided upon and living life with legitimacy. Being myself feels beautiful and so liberating. Even if some folk do not align with what you present, it is paramount to accept yourself as you are. I see a lot of souls, masquerading as another version, of who they are at a soul level. There are many reasons why this happens. It could be social or family pressure where there are expectations or programming picked up from what is considered predictable. Waking up every day in your true light allows an existence of purity and ultimate truth. When we have absolute faith in our earthly self, we send a clear message to others, we are happy as we are and faithful to our uniqueness - the personal vision of the soul in this incarnation and recipe for a joyous life. I walk with so much love in my heart, as I am at peace with my faith in all things, including myself. When we go against our psyche, there is an illusion. I feel authenticity and faith are the unity we strive for, Once we align with our literal self, there is a recognition of the who and why we exist

'The future institution of faith'

As our world renders changes, our faith systems will also. Some have unshakable faith in their God and way of life, while others question the word itself as fanciful and not applicable in these times of unrest. Right now humanity is on the precipice of our greatest evolution. Our warlike ways can not be sustained and I have a fathomless faith we can trade chaos for calm. As humanity we are a community of cosmic souls, taking on the toughest of tests, throughout a human life. The planetary news is we have a reprieve, as the universal powers command the presence of heaven on earth, and with that arrives the spirit of 5D, a stylish sense of unity, peace, and unconditional love. Call me an optimist but I have an undying faith, that we can do this and make these words a way of life. Think about it. Humans have created civilizations, been to world wars, known recessions and depressions plus battled epidemics and climate change. We get through it all, as we are a resilient race that pulls together when our survival is at stake. Imagine the evolution of this world if we applied the same tenacity and group effort to creating a 'new earth' based on the principles of due care, and compassion, with an amicable spirit of kindness. With a little faith, we could be living our best life, in a world of equal opportunity, maturity, and goodwill. It just takes faith.

~Faith builds bridges from soul to soul flooding the earth in unified bliss as Heaven cascades to Earth~

Author ~ Linda E Cole (The Divine Feminine)

#faith #faith love #spiritual faith #reincarnation #D

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cassandralexxx · 10 months

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Ah ok so recently i posted some long rambly thing about a church group I’m part of and how I really wasn’t sure about if I wanted to continue with it. And like my gist of it was that I was glad that they aren’t active during the summer bc it allows me time and space to reflect of if I want to live that way but… THEY ARE PLAYING MY HAND the sessions are starting up again in beginning of July. I don’t have much time left to think of if I want to do it. It’s not a promise I want to keep. I really don’t want to do it. And yet it feels like what I am meant to do. I don’t want to live unfaithful to myself and Ik those meetings made me feel worse of myself but is it the right way for me to live? I don’t want to live that way. To live that way from an outside perspective seems so sad. So why don’t I accept that it’s bad for me too. I want to be obedient in my faith. It’s funny that the message of how it’s recommencing came today and all my thoughts on this bc in my ethics class we talked about obedience.

“More hideous crimes have been commiteed in the name of obedience than have ever been committed in the name of rebellion” - Charles Percy Snow

and does that not apply here am I doing wrong is this internal struggle between obedience my fidelis and my rebellion just another flaw that comes with being weak? Or does it mean that I am finally trying not to be a coward in myself.

i don’t think I’ll go… even if I feel I should

Im going to read over my reflection that I wrote for class again to try and process this more.

if I were to speak about this to anyone close to me outside of the church group they would tell me to stop going, they would lacerate and puncture my soul. The comments that would be made about Myself would be so brutal. They wouldn’t understand why I would have joined in the first place. For some of them there would be a pity akin to disgust that would taint their view of me.

i asked myself a lot 1.75 years ago: who am I without my faith

i still believe but I don’t want to be bound to this promise. The lame non notarized contract i signed in the locked church library. I don’t want to deny myself and those I care for.

what pushed me in this direction was the confession I had. If reconciliation frees you of sin why did it make me feel worse. I know why. It’s because it was a betrayal. I betrayed them so fucking hard that I feel shame for it. I confessed to the sin of going on 2 dates with them. I can’t stop thinking about that confession. The way the priest reacted was. It had been two years since my last confession (I typically go annually but I didn’t go the lent prior since I was yknow deathly I’ll and walking to church was a struggle) and starting the confession telling the priest “bless me father for I have sinned it has been 2 years since my last confession” that already had him judging me, wondering what had taken me so long to return. Then my confession of “I have gone on a couple dates with someone who’s not a man”. The priest simply did not understand he was old but still. He was like oh so a woman. And I had to correct him like oh no they were non-binary. And after a short back in forth discussion with the priest where I wouldn’t misgender the person I went out with twice he said “wow you’re sending me back to seminary school”. After my confession at the end he said that “that was a good confession” and that I should go to confession on a monthly basis at least. That wasn’t even my penance. My penance was to pray for someone who was spiritually sick. Clearly implying he meant the person I went out with or any of my queer friends. What a horrible thought, what an awful thing to do. I felt unwell at the thought of it; I prayed for someone who fit the bill and had asked for my prayers before. But the thing he had asked? a betrayal.

I’d be crushed if I knew someone I cared for confessed to the sin of caring for me.

anyways the point of mentioning this is that it’s the reason, one of the pushes that makes me think I won’t attend the meetings in July. Maybe attending those meetings is the righteous thing to do but it’s not the right thing,, it can’t be

idk man this is long rambly complicated but getting the email mentioning the meeting are starting again made me feel so bad. I need to think.

I think what I’m going to do is just read the book they are reading and maybe start going to church twice a week again instead of once a week.

but i won’t go to the meetings bc time and yeah that’s what I’ll say. I am taking 18 credits I’ll just say I don’t got the time to do such a thing.

#MyLife #MyRambles #dont read unless you want to read the long rambly thoughts of religious guilt and being gay (specifically Catholic guilt)

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toasteri · 1 year

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GOOD NEWS AFTER BAD NEWS

Isaiah 42, 1-4, 6-7 / Psalm 29 / Gospel: Mat. 3:13-17

The Baptism of the Lord | USCCB

You know those times when somebody says, “I have good news for you and bad news for you. Which one do you want to hear first?”

Today’s First Reading is one of those times.

The First Reading is from the Prophet Isaiah. Throughout all this time since the beginning of Advent we have looked at the promises of the Old Testament that predict the coming of Jesus. I’m going to have good news for you very soon, but let’s start with the bad news. Israel has sinned. Most of Isaiah --- chapters 1-39 delivers bad news. Isaiah accused Israel of abandoning God as I told you on Friday. It is when the people of Israel stopped trying to please God, when God was not pleased with them and then they thought God had abandoned them, but it was them who had abandoned God.

We all need to accept the truth about us and not blame God. We all sin. We all deserve God’s judgment. That is why we greet God by asking Him to forgive us when we begin Mass by saying I confess to Almighty God and to you my brothers and sisters that I have sinned in my thoughts and in my words, and in what I have done and in what I have failed to do.

We have not loved God, others and ourselves as we should. That’s where we begin. We have sinned against God.

That was the bad news.

SO, DO YOU WANT TO HEAR THE GOOD NEWS? HERE IT IS: GOD PROMISED TO SEND A SERVANT WHO WOULD HELP US DEAL WITH OUR SIN PROBLEM.

Isaiah 41:1 says: Behold my servant, whom I uphold, my chosen, in whom my soul delights, I have put my Spirit upon Him; He will bring forth justice to the nations.

This is the first of four songs, or poems about this “servant” in the book of Isaiah. After a lot of bad news, there is very good news. Because this “servant” is going to change everything.

Who is this servant?

Some thought it was King David, others thought it was the people of Israel themselves, but as we know the people of Israel were a huge disappointment because they often stopped trying to please God and King David, at one point GREATLY disappointed God also, but in today’s Gospel we remember that Jesus is the only one with whom God is well pleased, meaning Jesus is the only one who perfectly and completely pleases God. SO, Jesus is the servant whom Isaiah talks about. The one who has come to take away our sins.

On Friday I talked about why it is that God says to Jesus so that everybody can hear “This is my beloved Son, with whom I am well pleased.” If Jesus is beginning His ministry. He’s just getting baptized. And why God does God doesn’t just say He’s pleased? Why is He WELL PLEASED?

BECAUSE JESUS PLEASES GOD PERFECTLY. In the Gospel of Luke (Lk 2:52), Luke tells us that Jesus grew in Wisdom and in stature with God and with people, meaning Jesus pleased God and people in everything AS HE WAS GROWING UP. Jesus is God. We are not. We should find that liberating.

God does not expect us to accomplish perfect things and perfect acts, but He does expect you and I to try and in trying is how we can expect to please Him. Remember that only Jesus pleases God well because only Jesus is God and only Jesus is Jesus. You and I are not Jesus.

None of us knows the best way or the perfect way to please God,

but one thing that I am absolutely sure of is that God is simply pleased by our sincere desire to try to please Him.

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youshi56 · 2 years

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F AT H E R ’ S L OV E L ETT E R

My Child,

You may not know me, but I know everything about you. Psalm 139:1 I know when you sit down and when you rise up. Psalm 139:2 I am familiar with all your ways. Psalm 139:3 Even the very hairs on your head are numbered. Matthew 10:29-31 For you were made in my image. Genesis 1:27 In me you live and move and have your being. Acts 17:28 For you are my offspring. Acts 17:28 I knew you even before you were conceived. Jeremiah 1:4-5 I chose you when I planned creation. Ephesians 1:11-12 You were not a mistake, for all your days are written in my book. Psalm 139:15-16 I determined the exact time of your birth and where you would live. Acts 17:26 You are fearfully and wonderfully made. Psalm 139:14 I knit you together in your mother's womb. Psalm 139:13 And brought you forth on the day you were born. Psalm 71:6 I have been misrepresented by those who don't know me. John 8:41-44 I am not distant and angry, but am the complete expression of love. 1 John 4:16 And it is my desire to lavish my love on you. 1 John 3:1 Simply because you are my child and I am your Father. 1 John 3:1 I offer you more than your earthly father ever could. Matthew 7:11 For I am the perfect father. Matthew 5:48 Every good gift that you receive comes from my hand. James 1:17 For I am your provider and I meet all your needs. Matthew 6:31-33 My plan for your future has always been filled with hope. Jeremiah 29:11 Because I love you with an everlasting love. Jeremiah 31:3 My thoughts toward you are countless as the sand on the seashore. Psalm 139:17-18 And I rejoice over you with singing. Zephaniah 3:17 I will never stop doing good to you. Jeremiah 32:40 For you are my treasured possession. Exodus 19:5 I desire to establish you with all my heart and all my soul. Jeremiah 32:41 And I want to show you great and marvelous things. Jeremiah 33:3 If you seek me with all your heart,you will find me. Deuteronomy 4:29 Delight in me and I will give you the desires of your heart. Psalm 37:4 For it is I who gave you those desires. Philippians 2:13 I am able to do more for you than you could possibly imagine. Ephesians 3:20 For I am your greatest encourager. 2 Thessalonians 2:16-17 I am also the Father who comforts you in all your troubles. 2 Corinthians 1:3-4 When you are brokenhearted, I am close to you. Psalm 34:18 As a shepherd carries a lamb, I have carried you close to my heart. Isaiah 40:11 One day I will wipe away every tear from your eyes. Revelation 21:3-4 And I'll take away all the pain you have suffered on this earth. Revelation 21:3-4 I am your Father, and I love you even as I love my son, Jesus. John 17:23 For in Jesus, my love for you is revealed. John 17:26 He is the exact representation of my being. Hebrews 1:3 He came to demonstrate that I am for you, not against you. Romans 8:31 And to tell you that I am not counting your sins. 2 Corinthians 5:18-19 Jesus died so that you and I could be reconciled. 2 Corinthians 5:18-19 His death was the ultimate expression of my love for you. 1 John 4:10 I gave up everything I loved that I might gain your love. Romans 8:31-32 If you receive the gift of my son Jesus, you receive me. 1 John 2:23 And nothing will ever separate you from my love again. Romans 8:38-39 Come home and I'll throw the biggest party heaven has ever seen. Luke 15:7 I have always been Father, and will always be Father. Ephesians 3:14-15

My question is... Will you be my child? John 1:12-13

I am waiting for you. Luke 15:11-32

Love, Your Dad Almighty God

Dear _________:

How are you? I just had to send a note to tell you how much I care about you. I saw you yesterday as you were talking with your friends. I waited all day hoping you would want to talk with me too. I gave you a sunset to close your day and a cool breeze to rest you -- and I waited. You never came. It hurt me -- but I still love you because I am your friend.

I saw you sleeping last night and longed to touch your brow so I spilled moonlight upon your face. Again I waited, wanting to rush down so we could talk. I have so many gifts for you! You awoke and rushed off to work. My tears were in the rain.

If you would only listen to me! I love you! I try to tell you in blue skies and in the quiet green grass. I whisper it in leaves on the trees and breathe it in colors of flowers, shout it to you in mountain streams, give the birds love songs to sing. I clothe you with warm sunshine and perfume the air with nature scents. My love for you is deeper than the ocean, and bigger than the biggest need in your heart!

Ask me! Talk with me! Please don't forget me. I have so much to share with you!

I won't hassle you any further. It is YOUR decision. I have chosen you and I will wait -- because I love you.

Your friend,

Jesus

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princeofgod-2021 · 2 years

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LIGHT OF LIFE 201

John 1:4

SATAN’S STRUCTURE 8: EDUCATION 4

Eph 4:13-14 until we all attain to the unity of the faith and of THE KNOWLEDGE OF THE SON OF GOD – a mature person, attaining to the measure of Christ’s full stature. So we are no longer to be children, tossed back and forth by waves and carried about by EVERY WIND OF TEACHING BY THE TRICKERY OF PEOPLE who craftily carry out their deceitful schemes. NET

We’ve talked about Education by Repetitive Compulsive Mode, and we can confirm that by how often we have to teach our “babies” their ABC before they can remember and grasp what we are saying.

When the world system wants something to be generally accepted, they “impose” it on everyone by frequent repetitive observation through every possible Media, till you see it in your dreams.

Lev 18:28-30 If you do these things, you will make the land filthy. And it will vomit you out as it vomited out the nations that were there before you. Whoever does any of these terrible sins must be separated from their people! Other people have done these terrible sins, but you must obey my laws. YOU MUST NOT DO ANY OF THESE TERRIBLE SINS. Do not make yourself filthy with these terrible sins. I am the LORD your God."

ERV

Another mode of “impressing” Men with worldly concepts is to make it the “Vogue”.

When you are not speaking, doing or agreeing with what everyone is saying, you are compelled to feel foolish.

1Ti 6:20 Timothy, keep safe what has been entrusted to your care. Avoid the profane talk and FOOLISH ARGUMENTS OF WHAT SOME PEOPLE WRONGLY CALL "KNOWLEDGE." GNB

You will be told that new discoveries have been made and the world has moved on from where you were.

You are “challenged” to awake from Mediocrity or be left in the “Stone ages”. You fear!

I Co 12:2 Remember how you were when you didn’t know God, led from one phony god to another; NEITHER KNOWING WHAT YOU WERE DOING, JUST DOING IT BECAUSE EVERYBODY ELSE IS DID IT? It’s different in this life. God wants us to use our intelligence, to seek to understand as well as we can. MSG

The Theory of Evolution was mainly proposed by Charles Darwin in his book: ON THE ORIGIN OF SPECIES in 1859, a time when the world still needed explanations to so many things in life.

Darwin dropped out of Med School to study Theology, but when his studies took him to the point of admitting eternal damnation and Hell, he backed out, declaring that Christianity wasn’t what he hoped anyone should seek after.

Psa 53:1 Only the WITHERING SOUL would say to himself, “THERE’S NO GOD FOR ME!” Anyone who thinks like that is corrupt and callous; depraved and detestable, THEY ARE DEVOID OF WHAT IS GOOD. TPT

Meanwhile, he affirmed to most that he was Agnostic: A person who claims that they cannot have true knowledge about the existence of God (but does not deny that God might exist).

So he maintained a “subtle” relationship with the clergy. You see how he “indirectly invaded” the church?

Jer 23:16 The LORD of Heaven’s Armies says to the people of Jerusalem: “Do not listen to what those prophets are saying to you. THEY ARE FILLING YOU WITH FALSE HOPES. They are REPORTING VISIONS OF THEIR OWN IMAGINATIONS, not something the LORD has given them to say. NET

Some Ministers read his book and dropped Bible and Christianity, to follow “Darwinism”.

This leads us to the next reason why Evolution is easily embraced: CONVENIENT ALTERNATIVE!

Mic 2:11 THESE PEOPLE DON'T WANT TO LISTEN TO ME. But if a man comes telling lies, they will accept him. THEY WOULD ACCEPT A FALSE PROPHET if he comes and says, "THERE WILL BE GOOD TIMES IN THE FUTURE, WITH PLENTY OF WINE AND BEER." ERV

For many, the bible and Christian Faith looks like a cumbersome and frustrating way of living, which you can only “pretend” to follow and condone.

Silently, some hope for better living than the “Cross”.

2Ti 2:3 BE READY TO DO WITHOUT THE COMFORTS OF LIFE, as one of the army of Christ Jesus. TPT

You pray and mostly, no answer; Trials come, no explanation and “logical” reason; Loses of family member occur with loneliness following; worst case: a little “spot” of sin and you can go to hell.

I had a Facebook friend (Minister) who suddenly gave up the Church and became a “meta-physicist”.

I asked him why, he simply said: “I have tried God for years; it’s plain waste of my time and life”.

Ecc 12:1 LET YOUR MIND BE TURNED TO YOUR MAKER IN THE DAYS OF YOUR STRENGTH, while the evil days come not, and the years are far away WHEN YOU WILL SAY, I HAVE NO PLEASURE IN THEM; BBE

You may say: “but I have never seen anyone who said I am leaving Church to join Evolutionists”.

Okay, but do you know about the doctrines of the Jehovah’s Witnesses: No Hell, no Judgment?

They preach “inheritance of the earth” and emphasize scientific study and care of Nature.

Does that seem like affinity with the “Darwinian Theory?”. Answer for yourself or DM me with comments.

2Ti 3:1-2 But you need to be aware that in the final days the culture of society will become extremely fierce and difficult for the people of God. PEOPLE WILL BE SELF-CENTERED LOVERS OF THEMSELVES AND OBSESSED WITH MONEY. They will boast of great things as they strut around in their arrogant pride and mock all that is right. They will ignore their own families. THEY WILL BE UNGRATEFUL AND UNGODLY. TPT

Do you now suppose that the “Gospel of Prosperity”, comforts, promotions and worldliness is without origin?

It may not directly embrace Evolutionism but it definitely silences SIN and Hell, doesn’t it?

May God yet preserve the honour and Power of the Truth and the Faith, in Jesus name, Amen.

Come back on Friday for more digging into this subtopic.

Keep Shinning!

Brother Prince

Wednesday, May 25, 2022

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myafterlifeisbetterthenyours · 3 years

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Lucifer & Lilith X a who is physical embodiment of Hell itself

Lucifer & Lilith with the physical embodiment of hell.

Lucifer, in his arrogance believed he could rule heaven greater then God, and for his arrogance he was cast from heaven.

So, banished from the only home he knew, he went abou founding his own domain.

He wanted to build a place where all the sin and vice God had forbidden, could flourish.

Whether he wanted a place where souls could embrace there sin without judgment, or a place where those sins would consume there soul, even he's forgotten.

But he knew what hell was now. It was Hell.

It was a place of perpetual torment, where if you weren't being preyed apon by your own sins, it would be by another soul.

It was a hound eat hound world and he didn't much care to change it.

He had his beautiful wife, a daughter that, while he didn't agree with and believed to be an inevitable failure, he still loved deeply and only wished she could see her ideals simply wouldn't work.

He loved his wife, and she loved him. The two of them deeply committed to there Unholy union.

Despite being his domain, Hell was its very own entity, an ever changing place, erratic and unforgiving. It wasnt selfish creature, it was what it was.

Demons feared him, rightfully so, ad his followers worshipped him like divinity. Although he suspected many would worship any who sat in his throne.

It was during the annual purge, an event he only allowed because otherwise he wouldn't be able to get out of bed without walking through a waist high sea of sinners.

He was holding a ball for his most loyal and important followers, keeping them safe in his palace.

It was as he was speaking to one of his followers, the two of them talking over some petty nonsense when he saw you.

You were just standing there, calmly looking around you as though you weren't entirely sure I your surroundings were real.

Quickly excusing himself, he went over to speak to you.

Getting closer, your reaction didn't change, calmly looking around, like the king of hell wasn't standing besides you.

You had something of an odd back and forth, the king calmly asking you who and what you were doing here.

You calmly responded to each question.

Apparently you didn't really know who or what you were, you just kind of Appeared.

You supposed you were a demon, but... you just didn't know where you came from, but you found yourself attracted to this place, but you don't even know why. So you just stood there, searching for whatever it was you were looking for.

Lucifer was at a loss.

If what you were saying is true, you were an unknown factor.

And given the fact you were currently standing in his palace, perhaps the most secure building in hell, during the purge, without any form of identification and clearly not being one of his servants. He had no reason not to believe you.

He had you stay with him for now, wanting to keep you close so he could figure out exactly what you were.

And it didn't take long before he realised, you were No normal demon.

The king had asked you to stay within the manor, but somehow, kept managing to find your way outside.

He found you in the garden, slightly annoyed as he'd spent 30 minutes searching his palace before realising you weren't in there.

When he found you, he was Intranced.

He found you calmly inspecting a flower. And while you were inspecting the flower, your whole body seemed to change, your body morphing to match the very plants surrounding you.

It was like you weren't even aware of your changing form, as you innocently inspected the flower before you.

Getting closer, you seemed to notice without even looking.

Turning to him your body shifted back to normal, you just smiling at him like you didn't even notice your body had shifted.

He introduced you to Lilith.

Your meeting was pleasant. You bluntly telling her you though she was beautiful to look at.

But that was the beginning of an odd trend.

As it turned out, you had no filter.

Maybe it was because you were so new to Hell, or maybe you just didn't understand cultural norms, the very few hell actually had.

Or maybe you were just an ass.

As the couple got closer to you, they learned quiet a few things about you.

Like how, they mentioned before, you were very blunt. You were brutally honest as well, if you were asked a question, you'd tell them your honest opinion.

Something else about you they quickly learned was, you were without mercy, without sympathy. Something they both found rather appealing.

As the two spent more time with you, they found themselves comfortable around you and you around them.

You got along so well, they felt as though they'd known you for centuries. Your relationship was so natural, you just... worked well together.

Now, Lucifer loved his wife, and she loved him. The two loved each other deeply.

Both were more than mature enough to have a mature discussion about you, and the two quickly agreed they wished to to court you.

The two agreeing that there relationship was unbreakable, they were simply both attracted to you and wanted to be apart of there union.

You kinda just went along with it. You were already quiet content being with the pair, as you already just seemed naturally drawn to them.

A romantic relationship wouldn't be all that different then before. Of course, you'd act like a romantic couple, or rather a triad.

Youd sleep in bed with them, doing the usual sappy stuff. Kissing, holding each other close. More Kissing. All the good stuff.

It would also be something of a breath of fresh air for the two of them. As you weren't some lesser demon, drawn from the population that knew they were with the king and Queen of hell, if anything, there titles meant nothing to you. You treating them no different than any other demon.

At least until you entered the relationship, you tried to be a little more certious after that.

Your relationship would be more so an emotional one, not to say you didn't get physical, but much of your time was just spent together.

Lucifer was the more playful of the pair, always flirting or pulling little pranks, telling jokes, he especially loved giving you riddles. The fallen angel became giddy watching you put the pieces together.

He was also the more affectionate of the pair, often times giving you a little kiss, or wanting to hold your hand. Loves to hold you close, just enjoying your embrace.

Lilith was the more mature of the pair, not to say she didn't enjoy giving or receiving affection, she was just more refined about it.

The Queen much prefers having conversations with you, or doing something together. Teaching you chess became a major pass time for the two of you.

She'd often read to you, resting your head on her lap as she read you one of her favourite novels.

Your relationship was an odd one, being such a new being, you still had much to learn about your surroundings and now being with them added a whole new layer atop your already dizzying place in hell, including figuring out just what you were.

But Lucifer and Lilith were there for you, and made sure you didn't have to figure it out alone.

Hey Hey. I did my very best to match the request, but it was a fairly tricky concept to pull off.

I was originally gonna go with a badass, "I am Hell. I know no pity or mercy and take from all I come across." But I felt Hell, at least Vivziepops hell, was more straightforward. It wasn't some place of fire and brimstone. It was a void, a void where you were left with only your sin. And made a character to match it.

Anyway, I hope you enjoyed the story, feel free to check out my other works. Bye Bye.

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Imagine.

Erik’s girl confesses that’s she’s in to both men and women and Erik helps her hit on women.

Warnings: Smut, Threesome, GxG, Voyeurism, Bisexual

It’s not like she could get over it. It’s engraved in her so deeply. He knows now and how long does it have to take before the moment finally arises? It’s killing her to suppress her urges. Dashawn was a phone call away. There are dating apps to meet new girl friends and secretly meet up. Not even the compilation videos of women eating each other’s pussies, tribbing, and dildo-fucking calmed the ache in her clit.

Of course, Erik is there to give his baby girl what she needs but a woman would complete the puzzle. While Erik fucked her with his burgeoning erection, drilling deep, a sexy woman can lick and suck all over her nipples. Maybe, this woman and Erik can eat her pussy at the same time. The possibilities are endless. But, she’s never been with a woman. Would she eat her pussy good? Good enough to make her cum hard?

Damn, Y/N hoped so.

“You overthink shit too much, baby,” Erik said to Y/N with his hands massaging her naked hip.

“I’ve never done it before. I’m nervous.”

“Had my ass fooled when you were flirting with Dashawn.”

“That’s flirting,” Y/N sat up in bed, “Not eating pussy.”

“Don’t you women have like an unspoken bond? Like, you know what turns you on and shit? Whatever makes you cum I’m sure makes her cum too. Can’t be as hard as you’re making it out to be.”

“You do have a fair point. Maybe it’s just my nerves. So, when should we do this?”

Erik chortled, “Ma, we have to find a chick who will be down first.”

“I can’t help that I want it so bad, daddy.”

Y/N rolled over with her smooth back facing Erik. All he could see was her wild ringlets. Erik reached out to slip his fingers between the moisturized spirals.

“It’s okay, baby. We’ll find a lucky girl soon—

“I have one in mind.” Y/N blurted out.

Erik sat up fully, the thin sheet pooling around his naked lower half. His fingertips danced across Y/N’s back when a dimpled smile spread across his full, sinful lips.

“I think I know who you’re referring to. Dashawn, isn’t it?”

“No.”

Erik gaped at her with a deep crease in his brow.

“I thought you were feeling Dashawn, baby?”

“I am but that’s not who I want for my first time. I want Raven.”

“Oohhhh…so it’s like that? Seeing her naked at the studio got your shit wet, huh baby?”

The way Erik said that has Y/N clenching her thighs.

“Sssssss…mmm…it’s funny that you mention Raven. She’s been asking about you a lot at the studio.”

Y/N glanced over her shoulder and her eyes swept up and down Erik’s inviting body.

“She has? What did she say?”

Erik gave a half shrug, “Nothing obvious just how you’ve been doin’. Now, I’m starting to think she wanna know because she can’t get you off her mind.”

“I didn’t do anything to make her feel that way,” Y/N said with a soft-spoken voice.

“You clearly don’t know how good you fuckin’ look no matter how many times I tell you. You’re fine ass need to stop with allat shit.”

“Do you think she’ll be down?”

Erik’s eyes bore into Y/N’s, “I know Raven and with that being said she ain’t turning down no pussy. She used to tell me some wild shit that would have you turned on so fuckin’ hard, baby.”

“I’m already horny for her,” Y/N said with a whimper.

“Horny is an understatement.” He said.

Y/N took it upon herself to lift up and straddle Erik’s lap. Erik is so hard that his dick bounces up and hit his abs. Y/N’s slick, tight walls know how to suck up and work on that staff. Even with the soreness from Erik jackhammering her pussy, giving her pleasured pain, she still wanted him to bust her wide open.

“It’s what I’m feeling right now, times ten?” Y/N wrapped her arms around Erik’s shoulders and started grinding her pussy along his hard dick.

“Times 100,” Erik pushed down on the base of his dick to line himself up with Y/N’s begging pussy, smacking it with the tip of his dick.

“You hopped up on my lap quick for this dick again…”

“I can’t help that I’m obsessed.”

Y/N planted her hands on his muscular thighs and with how strong and sturdy they felt he can drive that fat, long dick hard and deep, balls deep, into her wet warmth. She spread her legs so he could watch the way he made that wide tip rub between her pussy lips. Even after two orgasms that night, Erik wasn’t through. The thought of sex with his baby girl always brought up an instant erection. Even after busting a nut, he was ready to go again with another big load waiting for her at the end. Erik used his big hands to lift her completely off his lap and onto her back. Expertly, Erik shoved her knees toward her shoulders to get a look at her fat, hot, cream-centered pussy. It was trimmed neatly with rosy pink inner lips extending beyond her outer lips.

Erik’s eyes reminded Y/N of midnight as he looked up at her through his curled lashes. He looked absolutely delicious. Even with his lips centimeters away from her pussy, Y/N had to take him all in: short dreads in his eyes, gold slugs in his mouth, and smooth brown skin the color of warm caramel. He also has the sexiest, piercing black eyes that always seemed to see straight into her soul. And just like that his fingers are massaging and tugging gently at her clit, preparing for what she knew would come next. He just kept looking at her with those eyes of his with her pussy in his face, and then lowered his head between her legs. Y/N swore she started cumming from the first flick of his warm, skillful tongue, the feeling was so intense.

Erik alternated between licking and sucking gently on her clit, while sticking one, then two fingers inside of her. This man knows her body so well. What she liked. What drove her crazy. He always made sure his girl got hers before he did. With the fingers that were inside of her, Erik put them in his mouth and sucked off her wetness before replacing his fingers with his tongue. With the way he spread her plump pussy lips apart, Y/N could see his tongue flicking, circling, and disappearing inside of her. Mercilessly, Erik tongue-fucked Y/N to the point of her squealing and moaning. He didn’t slow down his movements for a second. She attempts to lock his head between her thighs but Erik’s strong hands pushed her thighs back further. Y/N’s body began to convulse with orgasmic sensations. She pushed at Erik’s head and that’s when he gave her a break.

“Daddy…you didn’t tell me what she told you,” Y/N spoke breathlessly.

“You sure you’ll be able to handle that with this dick down your throat?” Erik said.

“I promise. I just want to hear the sexy story for myself…”

“Aight.”

Erik swiped his tongue over Y/N’s clit a few times before kissing up her belly. Smiling, Erik crawled out of bed and pulled Y/N’s body to the edge. From the little bit of light shining through the window, Y/N could see his long, fat dick in her face and her mouth watered instantly.

“I’m hungry, feed me,” Y/N purred.

Whack whack, Erik slapped his pipe against the sides of her face, “Is this what you’re hungry for?”

“Yes, please give it to me. I always want this dick in my mouth.”

“Then open up for daddy,” Erik said as Y/N dropped her head over the side of the bed, slowly feeding his long dick into her mouth until the whole thing was in.

“Don’t choke, baby, take your time…mmm…and keep your thighs open so I can see your pussy…”

Y/N definitely mastered her gag reflex as she gave deep-throat head effortlessly. Slurping and sucking his dick in and out of her mouth, Y/N drenched it with spit. In a constant rhythm she sucked him in halfway, to the tip, then to the base with her tongue, licking up and down the underside. Erik began to moan and cuss loudly.

“Raven told me about how she fucked the shit out of her best friend…grinding her clit on hers and squirting all over her throbbing pussy. feeling her soft moans in her mouth while she finger-fucked her. hold her legs back while she shoved her tongue in her pussy until she cried…she said her best friend begged her to keep fucking her pussy with that clit…”

Y/N found herself rubbing her clit to Erik’s words. She imagined what Raven would say to her when the moment finally happened.

I wanna make you squirt

This pussy gonna make me cum all over you

Y/N’s lips loosened around Erik’s dick so she could moan.

“You like that shit? The thought of her squirting all over your pussy? You gon’ make her pussy cum in your mouth?”

Y/N stopped sucking to speak, “Yes, daddy.”

“I’ll be right there, baby. Fuck, suck this fucking dick. Here,” Erik said, stuffing his dick in her mouth. She bobbed her head up and down as she sucked his dick and licked the length.

The area around Y/N’s pussy was so sensitive that she couldn’t fucking stand it. Her pussy was swollen and wetter than it had ever felt before the more Erik talked about Raven and her nasty all girl orgies.

“Fuck, that’s it, baby, make daddy nut for the third time tonight, fuck, mm, get that nut out this dick, baby, shit, look what you making me do!”

Y/N was a starving woman, frantically bobbing her head back and forth, lips sealed right to meaty shaft and cheeks billowing with pressure, sucking and sucking on Erik’s dick. Y/N took even breaths and plunged down to his pubes and pulled back up again, consuming his big dick over and over. His dick filled her mouth and throat, satiating a small part of her pent-up appetite, but not nearly all of it. She wanted sweet pussy in her mouth next.

“FUCK,” Erik pulled out of her mouth with a grunt. He couldn’t believe how much he exploded inside of her mouth and that he wasn’t finished with her.

“Daddy, look at my pussy,” Y/N parted her lips for him and rubbed her clit with her middle finger, “Juicy, Right?”

“Fat and juicy…I’m about to drop another load in that beautiful pussy, baby.”

Erik flips Y/N over onto her stomach and raised her hips up with her knees on the edge of the bed. Slowly, with his large hands on her hips, he eased his rigid dick inside until it reached the base. Immediately her body shuddered, as if it was all it needed to reach a climax. Erik used Y/N’s hips to force her down while he pumped her pussy. Y/N skillfully moved her hips in circular and up-and-down motions. When he realized how eager she was to have his dick Erik entered her tight pussy more forcefully and a loud, smacking sound from his dick and her innards separating for him filled the room.

“Ah, fuck me, daddy! Fuck me! Yes! Yes!” Y/N screamed.

His thighs collided with her ass hard. So hard she felt it all the way to her stomach. Her face contorted as she whispered the word yes over and over.

“You know I love this fat ass pussy, right? Bend that back and take this fuckin’ dick!”

Erik couldn’t look away from her beautiful, dark, meaty lips wrapped around his dick from her vice grip.

“Keep creaming on daddy, baby. Daddy love this wet pussy so much—”

“Yes! Fuck!” Y/N could feel an intense orgasm surge through her body and Erik sped up the pace.

“GODDAYUM, oh yeah, baby, take this dick!!!!!”

Erik’s dick swelled inside of Y/N and released another huge load deep inside of her for the third time that evening. He could feel the sweat from his body dripping to the bed and Y/N’s back. Erik looked at her pussy with a bite of his bottom lip, slowly sliding out and groaning from how much she squeezed him.

“That puss don’t want this dick to go. Fuck…”

Erik dropped down to his knees on the carpet behind Y/N, pussy-level. She was sodden, beat up, dripping with moisture, lips swollen and slick on the outside, pink and gleaming on the inside. Erik stuck his tongue out and touched her flaps with the tip on each side.

“Erik!” Y/N gasped, jerking.

Erik licked up her slit from deep in between her legs to the top of her trimmed mound, dragging her pussy in one long, hard, wet stroke.

“You love eating my pussy, daddy!” Y/N moaned, ass bouncing above his head because she couldn’t keep still.

He lapped her pussy, stroking her flaps with his tongue, scooping up her creamy juices and gulping them down.

“Ooooh, baby!”

Y/N’s legs quivered out of control. Erik talked nasty shit about how good her pussy tastes and how it’s fat and filled with his cum. He couldn’t stop himself from spreading her plumped pussy lips wide with his fingers, exposing her shining pink and swollen clit. He started spearing her pussy with his wet tongue.

“Fuck!” Y/N cried, jolted by the impact of his tongue in her pussy. Erik pistoned his head back and forth, pumping her, fucking her with his tongue before burying it deep, squirming it around with a wild shake of his head and full of tapered locs, digging deep into her soaked pussy. Y/N bent over almost in two, reaching back to grab onto Erik’s head, overcome with so much emotion and pleasure. Erik pulled his tongue out and dragged it along her fleshy inner lips again before sucking her clit up like a sweet treat.

“Erik, oh my god, baby, please,” Y/N gasped.

Erik kissed her clit, engulfed it with his lips and vacuum-sealed her clit, his cheeks billowing. Y/N quivered wickedly with her muffled cries.

“Fuck! I’m gonna cum!” Y/N wailed.

Erik spit her clit out with saliva and stood up with a heavy exhale and her juices all over her face. Y/N moaned low and long, unable to move from the bed from how numb her body felt. Erik spanked her cheeks around before giving her a kiss on her lower back.

“Okay, I think I’m really done for the night this time,” Erik’s deep voice spoke tiredly. He walked blindly towards the bathroom within the darkness of the bedroom to quickly cleanse himself.

Y/N crawled onto the bed and got with a content sigh and a smile on her face. She could see Erik washing his face at the sink, his dick still hardened despite his words of being finished. After he cleansed his face, Erik brushed his teeth and left the light on for Y/N to do the same. On her way out of the bed, Erik slapped her ass.

“Is Raven going to be at the studio tomorrow?”

“You know it. She has a shoot like every week to keep up with her portfolio and modeling lifestyle. Tomorrow we’re shooting a scene where she’s dripping wet. I think you’ll love this one, baby.”

Y/N couldn’t conceal her excitement.

“That’s the perfect time to ask her then. I’ll go with you.”

Erik folded his hands behind his head as he laid back against the pillows, smiling at the ceiling.

“My baby girl ain’t playing. So, you remember how you did it with Dashawn, right? You gotta have that same confidence with Raven. Don’t let her boldness distract you from making a move. Look her in the eyes and tell her how bad you want her. I already know it’ll work.”

“Raven seems like she’s always in control,” Y/N said in between scrubbing the back of her teeth.

“Don’t worry about allat. Show that bitch that you can take control too. Let her know straight up how you want it. With your tongue up her pussy.”

Y/N rinsed her mouth out and wiped off her hands. She turned the light off in their bathroom and joined Erik in bed. Y/N snuggled close to him and rested her head on his solid chest.

“Night, baby girl, you wore me out,” Erik kissed her forehead.

“Night,” Y/N closed her eyes and within seconds she was off to sleep.

_______________

Erik has a special part of his studio dedicated to shooting scenes with water or even paint. Raven posed with her left foot propped up against a wooden chair with thin, sheer white panties on and a white Henley. Her loose curls that were once frizzy and dry are now damp against her head. The water from the sprinklers rained down on her and the water mimicked rain bouncing off pebbled rock around her feet. Erik flicked it up on his new Nikon D850 camera, taking several photos of Raven in that pose before adjusting the studio lights. Keeping it comfortable during this wet photo shoot, Erik wore a simple white tee and black basketball shorts with his feet bare. His tapered locs are pulled back from his face so they wouldn’t drip in his eyes from all the water.

“Hold that pose, Rae, poke your hip out a little more for me, good, raise your chin a little bit, you look so damn good girl, mmm! Aight, one more like this and then I want you to take off your shirt.”

“You know I always gotta get naked for my shoots, Erik,” Raven laughs.

“That’s why I said take off that shirt. Aight, focus, girl.”

Erik snapped two more pictures before waiting until Raven removed her shirt. Her plum sized breasts with big, protruding nipples stood at attention when she arched her back. Raven closed her eyes and tilted her head back, allowing the water to cascade over her face.

“Don’t you move, I like this shot,” Erik found a good angle and took a few pictures, “Baby, come take a look at this.”

Erik looked over his shoulder at Y/N as she walked over to see the photos. Y/N had on jean shorts with a white cropped tee and her curly hair styled in a pineapple.

“You like this?” Erik showed her the picture of Raven with her titties out. The water felt cold beneath her feet and from how hard Raven’s nipples are she knew she had to be shivering.

“I like it,” Y/N said with a low voice.

So there she was, staring at Raven and suddenly her eyes latched onto hers. Raven grinned, and Y/N stood there nervous as all hell. Somehow she managed to slightly wave at Raven. She waved back.

“I think we’re finished. I got forty pictures and when I get home I’ll go through them to figure out which ones to send you. Cool?”

“Fine with me, you got any wine?” Raven asked as she walked off set with her breasts bouncing with each step. She stood on the opposite side of Erik, peering over his shoulder at her photos. Y/N caught a whiff of jasmine and cedar wood wafting from Raven’s honey glazed skin.

“I have a few bottles of chilled white wine if that’s okay with you,” Erik said.

“Fine by me. I’m not ready to go yet,” Raven rested her chin on Erik’s shoulder as her penetrating gaze sought out Y/N’s, “How have you been, beautiful? Long time no see.”

“I’ve been great, actually. You?”

“Booked and busy, chile. I’ll be out of town in a couple of days so I wanted to get this shoot done before then. Thanks to your man here he cleared his schedule just for me.”

Raven pecked Erik’s cheek.

“I’m starting to think you’re his favorite client,” Y/N said.

“I better be,” Raven sassed before sauntering away, “I’ll grab the wine! Y/N come sit with me so we can catch up!”

Y/N’s eyes never left Raven, not even when she went to retrieve the wine. It was like seeing her for the first time all over again. Y/N almost fell back down when she caught a glimpse of her. She looked exotic—short, jet-black ringlets, smooth caramel skin, deep-set sienna eyes, and full luscious lips. Raven spotted Y/N looking when she took a seat on Erik’s black leather sectional and gave her a warm smile before waving her over.

“While you two get acquainted, I’m gonna get these fans going in here so this water can dry up. Hey,” Erik’s lips brushed across Y/N’s neck, “breathe, baby. Get some of that wine to loosen you up a bit.”

“Kay,” Y/N accepted Erik’s tongue and a slap on the ass before taking tentative steps towards Raven. She’s drinking her glass of wine and flipping through a photo album with some of Erik’s best work.

“What took you so long to come over here?” Raven asked, “I was about to say you didn’t want my company?!”

Y/N couldn’t help but to laugh at her words. Raven shut the album.

“You aren’t cold,” Y/N said, pointing her finger and Raven’s bare chest.

“No. I’m good like this,” Raven peered down at her chest before shimmying her shoulders to make them sway, “It’s just breasts! If you want, you can get comfortable too.”

“Oh,” Y/N could feel desire blossom in her belly, “Maybe after a few sips of wine.

Y/N helped herself to wine.

“So that means that you would take off your shirt then?” Raven asked.

“Y-yeah,” Y/N gulped down some of her wine, “So. What do you model for exactly? I never asked.”

“I used to model for Playboy but now I do my own thing to build my portfolio with Erik and to make some extra cash, I model nude for this exclusive black-owned porn company called the triple B.”

“Really?” Y/N cleared her throat, “What’s that stand for?”

“Black Beautiful Bodies. I wish it was something nastier,” Raven chuckled.

“Oooh, I see, that’s what’s up! So does that mean that you—you know—take other pictures as well?”

“Define other?”

“Like…pictures of your vagina.”

“Yes!” Raven squealed, “Has Erik ever taken nude photos of you with his camera?”

Y/N became bashful.

“Oh, come on. Don’t tell me this big time photographer never asked his girl to pose nude before! I mean…I couldn’t see why he wouldn’t with a body like that on you.”

“He has…a few times.”

“How were you posed,” Raven helped herself to more wine, “Lingerie strip tease? Fresh out the shower? After steamy sex?”

“After sex and in lingerie but not a strip tease.”

“Erik likes full on shots. His favorite is when my legs are spread wide and my pussy is doing the smiling for the camera.”

Y/N’s body shivered. She knew her man took all kinds of photos but to hear it from Raven it surprised and intrigued Y/N.

“Sexy, right? I’m assuming Erik enjoys the same for you?”

“Y-Yes,” Y/N adjusted her hips, “He does.”

“And let’s not forget breast shots. Your DDs put my 34Bs to shame, honey,” Raven said with a smile.

“You have nice breasts though…they’re pretty.”

Raven arched a brow, “and so are yours and I haven’t even seen them! Look at you. You’re gorgeous!”

Raven slid closer beside Y/N until her knee was rubbing against hers.

“How much more wine before I get to see those big titties?”

“Not long,” Y/N dropped her eyes to her lap, “Rae…there’s something I want to ask you.”

Raven crossed one leg over the other, “Ask away.”

Y/N hesitated, not sure how to ask because of how nervous she is. She tried to build confidence but the more Raven looked at her the way she was, the more difficult it became. It had honestly slipped her mind between their skin making contact and Raven rubbing her index finger around the tip of her wine glass like she was fingering a nipple.

“Okay, so, um, I’m bisexual, right…”

“Right,” Raven reiterated.

“And I’ve never been with a woman before—”

“Get out, seriously?”

“No lie.”

“Why?”

“Well…because I’m new to this whole thing. I told Erik some days ago for the first time.”

“Aww, Y/N,” Raven sat her glass down and caressed Y/N’s thigh, “That’s so cute. I mean, I already knew but I’m glad you told Erik about it. So, what’s your question?”

“What I wanna know is if you’d be down to hook up…with me? And Erik?”

From the way Raven’s eyes twinkled and her lips parted ever so slightly, Y/N knew that her answer would be an instant yes. She felt relieved and a little less nervous. Still, it’s Raven. Y/N could feel her wetness coming down into her panties the more she sat there holding Raven’s gaze.

“Take off your shirt,” Raven cooed with a lick of her lips.

Y/N sat her glass down and with shaky fingers she began taking off her cropped white tee. She had on a nude T-shirt bra underneath that Raven didn’t hesitate to help her out of.

“So, that’s a yes?” Y/N asked with a timid giggle.

“It’s a hell yes. Girl, if only you knew how much I wanted to steal you from Erik and have you all to myself.”

“W—what about Erik? Have you ever…thought about it?”

“A few times. Your man used to slang dick up in here before he met you. Models would line up to get a piece of Erik. I came in one time an hour before my shoot and found him buried deep in some chick. That shit turned me on.”

“He told me about that one,” Y/N said, feeling her breasts fall freely from the bra.”

“Just that one? Your man used to get down with more than one, you like that?”

“I actually do,” Y/N exhaled when she felt the fabric of her bra brush past her hard nipples and Raven’s warm breath on her ear.

“Kinky…” Raven whispered before flicking Y/N’s ear with her tongue.

Raven seductively started rubbing Y/N’s nipples from behind, pinching them in between her thumbs and forefingers. Her nipples were so hard it was almost painful. Y/N closed her eyes and shuddered when she felt Raven’s lips sucking on her earlobe. Y/N didn’t know what to do with her hands so she placed them on Raven’s thighs.

“Titties are so big and soft,” Raven whispered, “I want to lick wine off your nipples.”

“Yeah?” Y/N said with a hushed tone.

“Uh-huh…you’re just so sweet I’d eat a whole meal off of you…”

She turned her body around to face Raven and their chests touched, hard nipples rubbing against each other. Raven brushed some of Y/N’s hair from her face and slowly leaned in with her luscious lips parted. Her wet, versatile tongue traced Y/N’s lips and then she used her teeth to latch onto Y/N’s bottom lip. Y/N feeling more confident placed her hands on Raven’s breasts and used her thumbs to tweak her nipples. The leather crinkled beneath their bodies as they moved to taste each other deeper. Y/N couldn’t believe what was happening.

“Lay back,” Raven said.

Y/N did as she was instructed, heavy breasts spread out sideways from her position. Raven picked up the bottle of wine and went to straddle Y/N. Raven tipped the bottle over and the cold white wine covered Y/N’s chest. Her back arched and quickly she moaned when Raven’s lips circled her left nipple. She sucked hard and Y/N could feel her nipple being tugged. It felt so damn good. When Raven started tickling it with the tip of her tongue Y/N started to squirm. She could feel heat against her and when her eyes opened, Y/N was staring up at Erik. He didn’t even have to whip that dick out to show that it’s hard. His massive dick created a prominent and very noticeable bulge.

Raven’s back is arched and her tight, bubbly ass sat high enough for Erik to see her pussy lips through her panties. Y/N still had on her jean shorts and from the way his heavy-lidded eyes kept staring at them both she knew he would rather see naked pussy as well. Raven could feel his eyes on them too so she popped her lips off a nipple and looked back at Erik with a sly grin.

“She told me everything. So are we doing this right now or what?”

“No need to take this party elsewhere, might as well keep it going.” Erik said.

“You hear that, Y/N, looks like we’ll be rubbing pussies on this couch.” Raven said with a flick of her tongue.

“Mmm,” Erik hummed, “I got just the thing for this moment.”

“Let me guess, your camera,” Y/N said with a smile.

“Yep!” Erik jogged off to grab one of his cameras.

That left Raven and Y/N to explore each other more. Raven kissed along Y/N’s nipples before dragging her lips and tongue up her neck and to her mouth. They kissed intensely; tongue, spit, a roll of the hips, and moans. It felt so good to Y/N when Raven’s nipples clashed with hers. It made her tremble. Raven’s tongue is eager in Y/N’s mouth each time she ran it back and forth against hers.

“Y/N,” Raven moaned against her lips, “I really wanna taste you…”

Raven sat up on her knees to unfasten Y/N’s shorts.

“Play with your breasts for me,” Raven said with parted lips.

Y/N cupped her breasts and rolled them together sensually. She brings a nipple to her mouth to suck on while Raven slides her bottoms down revealing a freshly waxed pussy. Erik returned shirtless with his camera in hand. With a lick of his lips he aimed the camera at the two gorgeous women and sapped a couple of shots of Y/N playing with her breasts while Raven positioned herself between her legs.

“Shit, y’all got my dick hard,” Erik palmed himself, “bring her legs back some more, Rae.”

Raven brought Y/N’s knees to her chest and Erik had a clear shot of Y/N’s fat, wet vulva spread open. The look of desire on her face with her hair in her eyes had Erik lowering his pants to show them just how stiff that fat dick is. Raven and Y/N shared a look and knowing smiles. Y/N reached out and gripped Erik’s fully grown erection, bringing him closer with a gentle tug of his dick. Raven giggled with a bite of her lip.

“Now that’s how you bring a big dick into the equation,” She smoothed her hands down his abs and made her voice low, “I can’t wait to see how this feels.”

“Damn, girl,” He Erik popped Raven’s ass, “Stick that long tongue out and rest it on her clit. I gotta capture that shit.”

Raven divided Y/N’s soaked lips to make her clit poke out more and then she stuck her tongue out and rested the pointed tip of it against her clit while looking in the camera.

“Mmmmhhhnmmm,” Erik leaned in to get a close up, “wet ass pussy…Rae, wrap your lips around it…make that fat pussy cum.”

“Ffffuckkk,” Y/N sat up on her elbows and threw her head back. Raven’s tongue was just how she imagined—warm, and skillful. She didn’t waste time making Y/N’s pussy twitch and quiver. She would made loud slurping noises when she lapped at Y/N’s pussy. Erik got down on his knees and pressed his lips into Y/N’s, the soft warm feel of his chest against her breasts as he let the tip of his tongue flick tiny licks along her seam.

“She’s eating my pussy so good, daddy—”

“The way she working that mouth on your pussy got me hurting over here,” Erik gripped his dick and stroked it, “buck your hips in her face…just like that…feed her that puss. Rae, open your mouth like you wanna fit her whole pussy in there…”

Loud smacking noises came from Raven’s mouth and Erik watched with his wet lips poked out as Raven sucked up all Y/N’s wetness spewing from her core.

“You taste so sweet, so juicy, like mangoes,” Raven said.

“Eat my pussy,” Y/N whimpered, her cries of pleasure adoring Raven’s mouth. Raven and Y/N stared at each other.

“Let me taste her pussy off your tongue…”

Raven lifted up and her long tongue extended out for Erik to wrap his lips around it and start sucking. Y/N watched them kiss heatedly and messily with lots of slurping. Erik hissed when Raven’s dainty hand found it’s way to his fat dick, stroking it slowly. He reached around to fondle Raven’s pussy through her panties with a deep frown on his face.

“Why the fuck you still got panties on, ma? Couldn’t wait to have my girl pussy in your mouth that’s why.”

“Here,” Raven turned her back towards Erik with her ass in the air and a wiggle of her slender hips, “Take them off of me.”

Erik licked his lips and kneeled down behind Raven’s ass, planting kisses to her cheeks. Raven could hear Y/N’s mewling and when she looked at her she could see her fingers playing with her clit and her wet entrance convulsing.

“I didn’t forget about you baby…” Raven sucked on two fingers before she spread her labia and started fingering her. Y/N’s breasts swayed from her movement, “Erik gets to suck and lick all over these big breasts any time he wants…so lucky…”

“Spread your legs some more, Rae…mmm,” Erik started tonguing Raven’s folds. Her full and puffy outer lips hid her tiny jewel and when Erik spread her wide his eyes gleamed with lust at how glistening and pink she is. It reminded him of cotton candy and it tasted like she’d been munching on berries.

All you could hear were the mixture of moans at various levels and creamy sounds. Erik had a firm grip of Raven’s tight, little ass and all Y/N could see is his face move up and down, swiping her and covering her with saliva. Y/N could practically feel the heat radiating from her pussy and when she noticed how flushed and swollen her pussy lips were, it let her know that her release was right around the corner.

With Raven’s fingers moving in and out of her with gusto, waves of pleasure ran through her and she felt her release building higher and higher. Y/N couldn’t peel her eyes away from Erik’s rigid pipe with pre-cum dripping from his wide tip. If she looked close enough, she could see several bulging veins throb.

“Fuck, I love how you eat pussy, Erik,” Raven’s mouth formed an O, “Shitttttt, suck on that clit!”

When Raven’s limber leg raises up Y/N gasped at how Erik’s lips glided up and down with a suction so tight around her clit.

“Daddy, eat that pussy,” Y/N moaned, “Fuck, she’s creaming so much—”

“Yes, oh, nigga, eat me!”

Raven clawed the couch and her body began to spasm. She gasped out loud as if she lost the will to breathe. Not once did Erik release his hold on her folds.

“I’m squirting! Erik!”

She couldn’t finger Y/N any longer. Raven cried out and shouted Erik’s name repeatedly.

“Daddy, my turn,” Y/N groaned, barley able to speak. Raven cursed when Erik finally unraveled his big lips from her pussy. A sticky stream trickled from Raven’s pussy and she watched Erik thrust his thick meat down Y/N’s throat. He jammed that solid pole all the way down her throat in one motion.

“Ohh, shit. She sucking all that?” Raven said with envious eyes.

“You gotta bring that mouth to me if you want some too,” Erik said with a bite of his bottom lip.

Raven straddles Y/N and pressed her face against hers. She had a magnifying view of Erik’s dick digging out Y/N’s throat. She cupped his big balls and weighed them in her hand, pleasantly aroused and drooling to get her lips around those. They dangled and tapped Y/N’s chin each time he went lower.

“Sharing is caring, Y/N. Let me see if I can get it all the way down like you…Erik!”

Raven snatched his dick up and bobbed her head hard. Y/N peppered kisses along his length with her eyes on Erik. Raven slurped on him like it was her first time with a big dick in her mouth. Y/N let her do her thing, soaking wet and throbbing from the visual alone.

“Ughhhhhh,” Erik was motionless. His straping thighs flexed hard and out of his control.

“Fuckin’ suck this dick!” He told her with a deep, commanding voice.

Y/N watched with rapid attention as Erik cradled the back of Raven’s neck and fucked her throat.

“Get that dick, Rae, Y/N, I know you see my nuts in your face. Make this dick cum, both of y’all.”

When his voice got raspy and deep like that Y/N knew he was ready to explode. Raven popped her lips off of Erik’s dick and fed it to Y/N while she licked his balls. Y/N wiggled her tongue in Erik’s slit so she could hear him moan. He had a hand on the back of each of their heads as he grunted and groaned.

“Suck that nut out, fuck! Y’all ain’t playing.”

They surely weren’t. Both women took turns like generous little sluts and showed Erik what they could do with their tongues and lips to get his nut out.

“Fuck, ima bust on both of y’all pretty bitches—FUCK—goddamn, got my dick leaking like a motherfucker—”

Raven and Y/N rubbed their faces along Erik’s dick as he spurted out a hefty load. They didn’t leave a trace behind except for their own faces. When Raven and Y/N shared yet another kiss, Erik grabbed his camera to take a picture of them with his cum shining on their beautiful, brown faces.

“Look at us, covered in cum,” Raven said with a smile.

“I could use yours on my face now,” Y/N kissed Raven with her needy lips, “sit on my face.”

“Bold, I like that.”

Raven didn’t waste time climbing onto Y/N’s face. She arched her back and dropped her pussy down in her wide open mouth. Hips grinding, Raven savored the gentleness of Y/N’s tongue.

“It’s okay, you can lick harder,” Raven said.

“Open that pussy up and move your tongue all around, baby,” Erik instructed, “you see that tiny little clit? Make that shit grow. Take the tip of your tongue and work that motherfucka’.”

“Like this,” Y/N twisted her tongue around Raven’s clit.

“Yeahhh,” Erik spanked Raven’s ass and then with both of his hands he separated her cheeks to expose her pussy more, “You doing that shit, baby. Look at how much she’s creaming. Bring your tongue right there and eat it up…Mhm…take that pussy, baby, take that pussy…”

“Unh!” Raven moaned.

“She likes it like that, look at her clenching up…ima open that tight pussy up.”

“Look, daddy,” Y/N spit on Raven’s pussy causing her hips to jolt.

“Dayum,” Erik whacked his dick on Raven’s ass, “Do what I did…open that pussy and lick right below her clit…make that pussy squirt…I want you to taste it for yourself.”

“F—ff—fuckkkk,” Raven flexed her back muscles and Erik jiggled her ass.

Y/N gulped her juices down and she couldn’t believe how sweet she tasted. She needed her pussy rubbing on hers right now. Raven seemed to read her mind because she spread her hips and Y/N brought her knees to her chest. Raven got into position and started slowly grinding her pussy against Y/N’s. Y/N struggled at first but Erik raised her hips from behind and damn…that’s when she felt it all. Y/N was overwhelmed with the sensation. She started grinding up into Raven, their clits sliding against each other and it felt so good. They both grew wetter and wetter, pussies fitting perfectly together. Their sloppy pussies bumped and angelic moans pleased Erik’s ears. Loud, pussy-smacking noises had Erik talking nasty to both of them.

“yes,” Y/N said with a sweet-sounding moan.

“Baby, that pussy,” Raven spoke softly, lost in the feeling.

“You like that? Huh?” Raven said with a roll of her hips.

“Uh-huh, oooohhhh, fuck.”

“I’m fucking the dog shit out of both y’all after this. I mean that shit, fuck,” Erik got down on his knees so he could watch, “Ima pick you up and slam you on my dick…make you cum…this shit is so beautiful.”

“Daddy! Her pussy feels so good on me,” Y/N exclaimed.

Unh! Unh! Umph! Oooh! Unnnn! Uhhhhh! Ahh!

They changed positions suddenly and in no time Y/N started bouncing her clit against Raven’s while Erik smacked her ass and encouraged her to keep going.

“Make me cum, Y/N!” Raven shouted.

Since they were so wet, their sticky folds made macaroni noises. They dirty talked to each other and when Y/N circled her hips, she came before Raven did and gushed juices all over her pussy.

“I’m not finished, bitch, ima keep fuckin this pussy!” Raven grabbed her hips and thrusted up to continue humping on her clit. With a tremble of her legs, Y/N pounded her pussy into Raven’s and nothing but creamy, wet, sloppy, smacking sounds could be heard.

“This your pussy, Raven,” Y/N moaned, “You own this pussy!”

“Damn…I’m cumming, ohhh!!”

Raven spasmed and spilled her juices. Both of their inner thighs were drenched.

That was enough to have Erik on his feet and grabbing Y/N off the couch in one Swift motion with his strong arms curled under her thighs. With just his sinewy hips, Erik thrust into Y/N hard. The weight of his dick sliding in and out of her in that position made her eyes cross and her mouth hang open with amazement. Y/N couldn't control the involuntary spasms her pussy was doing on his erection. It was like her vagina was priming the pump for her release. She gripped his shoulders tightly because the way Erik bounced her body she couldn’t keep still.

"Look at you, baby. Getting dick and pussy in one night. She got this pussy nice and wet for me to slide in real good. Sweet pussy on you," he hissed when he felt her squeeze around him. His hand kept slapping Y/N’s ass.

Raven’s resolve weakened as she watched and listened to Y/N’s body take Erik's rough handling of her. She went limp in his arms and simply gave her body and her soul over to him. She could only take it as she felt that big dick ramming in and out of her. He hit the back of her pussy when he dipped his hips and that’s when she lost it and came all over his dick.

Erik retracted his hips and watched Y/N leak all over him. Still panting, Y/N was placed on the couch and Erik picked up Raven to do the same to her. He folded her body in two with her legs over his shoulders. Erik planted his feet on the floor and every beautiful muscle in his body flexed as he crouched down to dig into Raven. The slapping sound of their flesh bounced off of the studio walls and they shared a deep look of immense pleasure.

“Fuck!” Raven gasped as she watched his face as his lips opened and his eyes shut tight. She felt his dick harden inside her more.

“That big dick wants to cum!” Raven shouted.

“Erik, shit,” Y/N was desperate for him and when his eyes met hers she turned that ass around to show him her sloppy pussy.

“Erik! You and this big dick—DAMNIT!”

Raven’s toes curled and when Erik pulled back she shivered from how much he stuffed her. Back at the couch, Erik determined to finish, He ordered Raven to arch her back just like Y/N so he can take turns clapping both of their cheeks.

“You first, I’m not playing with you. This my pussy,” Erik spoke roughly to Y/N before sliding his steely pole deep inside of her. Her back arched on its own and it didn’t take long for Erik to find his rhythm.

"Baby…fuck me…fuck me…fffffuuuckkkmeeee…"

His taut abs flexed when Y/N started throwing it back. Raven reached out to touch her cheeks. Erik noticed and gave her a smile before tasting her lips.

“Hold her ass open for me,” He whispered to Raven.

Erik’s dick hit spots she couldn’t explain. Raven stared at his dick working her slick pussy and when Y/N clenched down she moaned. All she could see was Erik’s dick pulsating.

“Shit…give me your pussy,” Erik pushed Raven down further with his hand on the back of her neck, “Get this dick.”

“Mmm!!!” Raven wasn’t prepared, “Damn, it’s so big. My pussy is wide open for you!”

“Erik, fuck her good,” Y/N cooed.

“Pop that little ass, you want me to fuck you that’s what’s it is,” Erik grabbed her petite hips and slammed into her.

Raven groaned hoarsely. Erik was tearing her pussy up. Y/N grabbed his sack and massaged it at the same time. Erik threw his head back and with his thick fingers he gripped as much of Raven’s short hair as he could.

“I’m nutting!” Raven cried out.

“Fuck…here it comes…get in position…I’m about to bust…bring that ass up!!!”

Y/N bounced her cheeks and looked back at Erik jerking his fat dick, thick, creamy, cum shooting out all over their asses and backs.

“Hold that position…fuck! shit don’t make no sense...”

Erik grabbed his camera from the floor and took one final picture of Raven and Y/N staring into the lenses with his cum all over them. Y/N got exactly what she wanted for her first time and it lived up to her fantasies. She couldn’t look at Raven without wanting to fuck her again. She’s just that addictive.

#killmonger imagine #killmonger x reader #killmonger smut #nahimjustfeelingit writes #bisexual

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basilhearsanoise · 3 years

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pleaseee elaborate on your homophobic sam take. it’s very compelling. i always thought sam’s early plotline with the demon blood was a queer allegory, but your explanation for his attitude towards dean’s bisexuality makes a lot of sense now that i think about it

WOW I'M A REAL SUPERNATURAL BLOG NOW YOU CAN'T UNDERSTAND HOW MUCH THIS MADE MY DAY I WILL ABSOLUTELY ELABORATE THANK YOU

there are So Many Layers i probably won't even be able to get them all down but here's some major ones. from the get-go, sam is The Opposite of dean on so many issues, and essentially throughout the show they flip. this is most notably demonstrated by the fact that sam starts out as a Devout Christian (or at least we are to assume that he is christian given his approach to prayer, god, angels, etc) and by the end of the show sam is completely and utterly devoid of faith. whereas dean is like If There's A God In Heaven, What's He Waiting For? - Elton John.mp3 in the beginning of the show, and by the end he's like "i have faith in humanity, in spirituality, in CASTIEL, in MY SON JACK," by the end. but this is just one of the MANY issues they flip back and forth on, or just slowly and surely change their perspectives to be more like the way the other brother started.

1. should we tell people there are monsters? dean says "we can't tell anyone they exist the whole world will panic" vs. sam says "they have a RIGHT TO KNOW WHAT'S OUT THERE"

but also. are all monsters evil? dean says "yes, they kill innocent people and they killed my mother and destroyed my life, they ALL deserve to die" but sam says "SOME of them must be good....it's not THEIR FAULT they're disgusting, evil and eat people uwu"

monsters/cryptids/spirits/folklore etc have virtually always been, in some way shape or form, a queer allegory themselves. the shapeshifter arc spoke to me as a trans person on a deep personal level. dracula was essentially racist propaganda. so if we take this allegory to supernatural, and say, "acceptance of monsters = acceptance of queerness" dean's hatred of them is a hatred of himself, his own inner monster, his own internalized homophobia - in addition to the fact that because he IS a queer man who has been VICTIM to REAL VIOLENT homophobia before, it would make sense that he is #antifa #acab #kill all the nazis forever #don't waste time trying to make monsters good when you could save good people from them instead. which is like. a reasonable response to have to a group of people that systematically try to kill you. but that also makes sam's "oh pity the monster dean, don't kill it, FORGIVE, JUST GIVE THEM A CHANCE TO ~ REPENT ~ THEIR SINS" ....like, even in later seasons he is saying stuff like this, and while it's true that dean SHOULD forgive some of the monsters that sam says this about, it still reads to me as two major red flags of 1. forgive your abusers to be the better person and 2. "hate the sin, not the sinner" rhetoric. sam doesn't actually give a shit about any of these monsters he gives a shit about keeping his own ideological purity. he sounds like scary youth pastors i had as a child.

this is further demonstrated by the fact that as dean becomes more accepting of his sexuality as the show goes on, he becomes more accepting of monsters. that's benny's ENTIRE EXISTENCE AS A CHARACTER: "i accept this vampire because he is honorable, and manly, and looks really fuckin cute in suspenders." that's also why sam hates benny so much even though he's the one who's been like "but monsters can be good T__T" this whole time. what the fuck other reason would he have to hate benny so much?

this is also CLEARLY the ENTIRE subtext of the Demon Dean arc - Sam FLIPS OUT about him going off with crowley because he could FORGIVE one little crush on an angel, because of the fact that he's an angel, and also because dean wasn't "shoving his unholy lifestyle down everyone's throats" but demon dean is....loudly, angrily, gay. demon dean is a manifestation of all the gayness that dean has suppressed his whole life and now he's "too indecent" for sam. this is FURTHER demonstrated by the fact that crowley literally yells at dean to "pick a side" after demon dean sides with the slighted wife in a demon deal instead of the cheating husband, literally because of the fact that the husband says "men are just supposed to sleep around" and dean gets so mad about this sexism that he kills him.

this is dean not only rejecting sexism more than sam literally ever actually does in the show (everything he says about it reads to me as idle posturing Fake Woke Shit whereas dean is a sleazebag, but he's an Equal Opportunity sleazebag) but also his rejection of being pigeonholed as gay when he is, indeed, bisexual. crowley represents the biphobia that gay people enact on bi people, sam represents the homophobia that straight people enact on all queer people.

this brings me to the next part of sam's Not Niceness - he's like, actually 100% more misogynistic than dean is. i know i'm Not A Woman but like i am trans, queer, and not dumb. sam is a fucking sadist serial killer man who treats women like garbage the SECOND they are no longer useful to him, this is most clearly demonstrated when he doesn't have a "soul" but it existed in him basically from the get-go, he is painted as the "more emotionally mature one" but that reading became so inaccurate the show literally started making fun of his character for thinking that sappy fake shit could pass as sincere care for another human being. dean actually talks to women like they're people with feelings. he routinely identifies with the victims and is paralleled against them, especially if they are victims of childhood sexual assault. sam does not talk to women unless they serve some kind of purpose to his goals and is much more routinely depicted weirdly enjoying killing enemies that are women. sometimes not even for plot reasons, it's just weird shots that nobody thought to red flag because this show is. A MESS.

anyway. another example is the one that i mentioned in the post about the confederate soldier, the fact that sam is fucking racist and dean is at least, within the narrative, less racist.

ANYWAY, THERE'S STILL MORE I COULD TALK ABOUT BUT I'LL LEAVE IT AT THIS: sam is constantly telling dean that he's not being sensitive or poltically correct but every single time it comes off sounding like a straight person telling an actual gay person how not to be homophobic. like, please, sammy, touch grass. dean says: touch grass, kill nazis.

#supernatural #dean winchester #spn #soup #trans dean #bi dean #destiel #trans dean winchester #bi dean winchester #homophobic sam hot take

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sirthisisa-wendys · 3 years

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The Sacrifice: Part 7.5 (Geto Suguru x Fem!Reader)

synopsis: Sometimes, fear drives people away. Other times, it brings you together.

wc: 1.5k

tw: NSFW

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“You really know your way around a staff,” Nobara pants, and you swing at her without mercy.

“My father taught me as a child how to defend myself,” you reply, remembering the hot evenings spent in the front lawn of your home, swinging at your father before...

“Yes, but he did not teach you to set the offensive, did he?” Nobara catches you off guard with her staff, knocking you flat on your back. “You’re facing powerful gods, y/n. You must know how to catch them off-guard.” You nod, understanding your next task. Catch a god off-guard.

“Toji is nothing if not sneaky,” Yuta adds, crossing his arms over his chest. “He will use every opportunity to get you alone and then strike where you’re weakest.”

He’s already done that, you want to say, but you keep your mouth closed as you rise from the ground.

“I think that’s enough for today,” Norbar sighs, brushing her short hair out of her face. “You did well.”

Hand-to-hand combat with Gojo had not gone so well, however. You remember how he made you eat dirt five times before you gave up, laying on your face with no way to rise from the ground except to tap out.

“You’ll get better,” he lied, but you didn’t mind. You were never good at close-quarters combat anyways. You had always been handy with an object in your grip, but hand-to-hand combat is what got you caught stealing in the first place. No point in using it now.

Not when you had a god who wanted you dead.

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The day blows past you like the wind, and you realize it’s bedtime as soon as Gojo ghosts your letter off to the realm of the Dragon God.

My dearest, you replied.

Please do not tell a single soul about what transpired. I am fine, he did not harm me. I look forward to seeing your face in two days when we can talk about this further.

Sincerely,

y/n

You lean back on your pillows, blinking at the setting sun slowly. Your muscles are sore, but the entire experience was worth the pain. You knew in just a few days, you would be ready to take on Gakuganji and rid your town of the corrupt man forever, thus freeing them from his commands. As you settle in for a night of deep sleep, you hear the curtains whisper against the floor and you instinctively shoot up, expecting Toji to reveal himself from a darkened corner.

Instead, you see a long-haired shadow walk through the barely-there material, and your heart quickens - in a good way.

“Suguru?” you whisper as he walks toward you quickly, hands capturing your face when he gets to your bed. He kisses you deeply, holding you close as his tongue swipes at your bottom lip. You give him permission to deepen the kiss, and he does, almost pulling you out of the bed with his grip. When he finally lets you go, you lean your cheek into his hand and murmur, “Why are you here?”

“I had to see that you were okay for myself. I haven’t been able to sleep since--” You press a long kiss to his palm, hoping this would reassure him of your unharmed state.

“I’m fine, my love,” you breathe. Suguru closes his eyes and exhales deeply, like a weight lifted off of his shoulders.

“That’s all I need to know,” he replies, pressing his forehead to yours. “That’s all.” He stays there a second more before straightening up and letting go of you. “I’m going back home. Do you need anything from there before tomorrow?”

“Suguru,” you murmur, and he raises a brow. “Do not tell me you came all this way and you won’t spend the night with me.”

“I really shouldn’t,” the Dragon God mutters, looking away. “You’ll need all of your focus on the task at hand, and I--”

“Stay the night with me,” you state, heart thumping wildly in your chest. “Please.” A moment of hesitation passes before he sighs, climbing into the bed next to you.

“We must sleep, and only that,” he rumbles, spooning you from behind. You nod, agreeing to his demands as you drift off to sleep in his arms.

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But of course, you awake in the middle of the night, feeling him move ever so slightly as a need builds in your core. You turn over to face Suguru, hoping his eyes would flutter open in the moonlight. To your delight, they do, and they focus on you instantly.

“Y/n,” he breathes, but you’re closing the space between you with your lips, hoping he would follow your lead and just give in to the building sensations. “You need to rest,” he gasps between kisses, but you ignore him, hands wandering around his body and up to his chest.

“Make love to me,” you plead, and he hums low in his throat, his hands holding you close. “I need you, Suguru.” Your admission obviously drives him wild as he tears off your clothing in a rush and litters your neck with hickies, making you feel as if you’re the prey and he’s some sort of predator.

“These few days without you…” he begins, panting. “...they’ve been hell.”

“I’m right here,” you reassure him, and he kisses your flesh eagerly, whispering soft words of praise. “I’m not going anywhere.” When his fingers find your core and yours find his length, you both begin your small symphony of teasing out the sounds of ecstasy from each other. In the room, there’s nothing else and no one else. The both of you are in each other’s arms, relishing in the touches and gasps of pleasure.

“Come here,” Suguru breathes. “Straddle my face.”

“Straddle your…?” You watch as he gets out of the bed and repositions himself so that he’s facing your core and you’re facing his cock, settling your hips directly over his mouth with ease.

“Lean back for me,” he urges, and you do so, wrapping a hand around him and stroking his length easily. When his tongue settles into your heat, you moan loudly, forgetting everything you set out to do before that moment. Suguru licks at you with precision, knowing just where to press and how to slide his tongue so you’re left dangling on the edge of oblivion with only one thought bouncing around in your head.

More.

His cock twitches in your hand, as if it wishes to remind you of your inattentiveness, and you latch your lips around it, sucking the tip easily. Geto hisses beneath you, taking a breath to inhale, then beginning his licking again. And as the strange sensation builds in your stomach again, you make it known that you’re enjoying the feeling he’s giving you as you moan around his cock.

“You want to cum for me, don’t you?” The sound of Suguru’s voice is heady and laced with lust, and you nod, head moving back and forth as you suck him off. “Go ahead, my love.” You inhale, feeling a finger enter you. His tongue moves from your cunt to your clit, and the finger strokes your insides like before, except there’s something new… something he’s doing that makes your hips jerk. And you’re losing it before you can even fathom what’s happening, clenching around his finger rapidly.

“Unh, Su…” you groan, and he chuckles, sinking his finger deeper into you.

“Give me another one.” The command is met with the shaking of your thighs, and Suguru moans lewdly. When you’re done cumming, he slides from underneath you and presses your body down onto the bed before lifting your hips. “I’m going to take you from behind.”

“Please,” you whine, and he nestles himself inside of you easily, using your cum as lube. The sound he makes when he sinks into you is absolutely sinful, and you suddenly realize what Toji meant when he said “unholy”.

But you don’t want to be holy.

You don’t want to be right.

You want to be Suguru’s, and that’s all that matters.

“Look at me.” You look over your shoulder at the god behind you, your hips bouncing off of him in the moonlight. “No one will have you except me. I won’t let Toji lay a finger on you.”

All you can do is moan in response, your stomach fluttering with something… something… Why can't you reply?

“No matter what he said, you’re mine, and I’m yours.” Tears prick at your eyes as you let the words sink in, and your right hand flies to his, which is holding your hip. You can’t reply, but you nod over and over again, never once tearing your eyes away from Suguru’s. Not even when you cum for the second time. Geto cums with you, cock spasming wildly inside of your cunt as he grunts loudly. When you both lay on the bed, spent, Geto whispers breathlessly,

“I’ll protect you from danger, y/n. Just stay with me… stay with me.”

“I will,” you exhale softly, curling into his chest as he wraps his arms around you protectively and kisses your forehead, sending you off to sleep.

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boom-fanfic-a-latta · 2 years

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So let's talk about my take on the Delugionists

Yeah so this information I'm about to share with y'all is condensed and compiled from a multi-day conversation I had in the DMs with @portalcartoon (thank you for the help in coming up with all of this) and sorted as best I can. There's a lot of random details I don't go over here, mind you, but I've managed to get a good amount for you to understand what I'm trying to say.

In my headcanon, there's a handful of separate factions under the overall "Delugionist" banner, from overblown environmentalism to full-on religion. I've fleshed out six ideas, to be precise...

Overview:

--Order of Tears want to awaken the Deluge and use her to take control of the world, your basic in-the-shadows wants-to-control-everything cult

--Stormongers is one of the religious cults and believe the Eye of the Storm will awaken and bring forth a torrential storm and flood to cleanse the earth of sin or something

--The Sirens are similar to the Pokemon Insurgence Abyssal cult, hoping to create a world of water and rule it using creatures from the depths that they believe the Stormslinger can control

--The Anchors are environmentalists gone too far that think there needs to be more ocean, basically, they're a bootleg Team Aqua, may or may not be pirates like Team Aqua

--The Priests of the Tempest are also a religious cult and believe that their High Priestess's gonna do some like, soul-saving stuff or something for her followers and bring them into her blessed waters or some craziness like that, they call themselves a legit religion but no system recognizes them as such

--The Crown of Grulovia is basically just...Gristol and anyone else who may have believed his sorry fantasy about he deserves the throne

Views on Maligula:

Order: Means to an End "She will be our greatest weapon"

Stormongers: Divine Judgement and Savior "She is going to wash our sins away"

Sirens: An Ally in their Quest "She will create a world without a land"

Anchor: IDK they don't care much for Maligula herself just what her powers can do to save the ocean so like A Tool/One Who Can Save Nature From Humanity "She will save our nature"

Priests: Benevolent Goddess "She will bring true salvation"

Crown: Great General and Defender "She will help bring the country back to glory"

Leadership:

Order of Tears - probably like a trio of leaders?

Stormongers - council

Sirens - I am so tempted to go all out with them being Abyssal Cult Expies and make their leader a literal Audrey from Pokémon Insurgence Expy

Anchors - they’re just overzealous scientists and maybe pirates that have no idea what they are doing, maybe a sorta leader but it’s more a chaotic democracy, it’s a wonder anything gets done

Priests - well, the high priest

The Crown - Gristol

Symbols:

(NOT FINALIZED also ignore the difference in name for the Sirens)

#mint drew a thing #psychonauts #psychonauts 2 #maligula #delugionists

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annie-mit-ie · 3 years

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Glimpses: Part 6 (Kathryn Hahn x Fem!Reader)

Part 1 // previous chapter <<< >>> next chapter

Summary: The Garden

Word Count: 2.5k

A/N: Hello there and sorry for the long wait! I wanted to move even further in the story but since this part already has 2.5k, I felt like it would be okay for me to end it here and continue with a new one tomorrow (that I plan to post within the next 2 days). It’s 2.40am, so, as always, if you find any mistakes - keep them :)

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You stare at you screen, mouth gasping wide open. Other than breathing, you don’t feel like you are capable of doing anything at all. Your phone shuts off again and you see yourself in the reflection of the now black screen, a look of disbelief plastered all across your face.

You look at the picture again and admire the breakfast contents for a short while before laying the phone aside to think of a proper response. People always say that you are supposed to wait for a little while, stay mysterious, seem unavailable. But thats just not who you are. She is thinking about you.

Just last week you had read an article about this phenomena and it being a new, additional love language. „This made me think of you“ is apparently the new way of telling someone you like them. Just as that thought crosses your head, you remember Alex is probably still on her phone right now and you should hit her with the news and figure out a good response together. She picks up the call immediately.

“Sweetheart!“ She greets you with a beaming smile, as always. “What’s up?“

“She texted.“ You say and wait for her response.

“Who?“, god, you can’t with this girl sometimes. Why is she so slow? “KATHRYN. She finally texted me!“ You exclaim in excitement, a little too loud.

Alex looks at you with wide eyes, frowning, as she scrunches up her nose trying to comprehend what you just said. “Oh… Ooooh. OH.“

“Exactly…“, you say and smile about her antics. “What are we gonna do now? You gotta tell me because I certainly don’t know!!“

Alex shakes her head. “Well, first of all, you gotta let me know what exactly she said in her message?“

She was right, you totally forgot, putting her on hold, you take a screenshot and shoot it her way. “It’s actually nothing special but somehow it’s very cute at the same time and I really need us to find the BEST response to that.“

The next few minutes consist of Alex pitching short puns to you, cute phrases and just simple acknowledgements, but nothing seems to fit. Especially since you yourself haven’t decided yet if you wanna start of flirty or not. You end up choosing the safest option and type „This looks beautiful! Hope you enjoy! xx Y/N.“ as a response. You aren’t quite please with it but, at the same time, you don’t wanna rush into things as long as you don’t know what was happening.

For a few minutes, you talk to Alex and ask her about her day and all, until she has to pick up dinner for her people - it’s Thursday after all and Thursday nights are family nights. She hits you with a “Go get her, tiger!“ and laughs at your face before she hangs up the phone.

Not expecting a reply from Kathryn anytime soon, you toss your phone on the sheets and lie down on your back to look at the ceiling that is plastered in those fluorescent stick on glow stars - a childhood sin. Just as you are about to close your eyes, the phone lights up again.

“Thanks :-) Sorry I didn't get back to you sooner. Lot’s of work related stress. You wanna come over and have a glass of wine in my garden on Saturday.“

Saturday… What was Saturday? You know very well Kathryn has an event going on this Saturday, but maybe you were just wrong. Excited you shoot her a quick response, letting her know it’s all fine and that, of course, you would like to see her again.

Unsure if it is a date or a casual hang out, you decide to already start planning an outfit in your head - just in case it is a date after all - as you walk downstairs to join your mom for lunch.

Saturday morning went by way too slowly as you sort through the possible outfits you came up with. You had yelled at Alex right after having lunch with your mom and the both of you shot outfit ideas back and forth all Friday before you sat down and watched The Goonies with your mom. It’s one of your comfort movies and you were really glad your mom chose it because that meant you didn’t have to concentrate on something new.

She still doesn’t know about the „you and Kathryn“, but not because you don’t trust her enough or anything. No, simply because you don’t know what exactly is happening - so why worry her? The whole situation is weird to talk about with Alex, why would you make it worse by including your mom.

Still, you decided to not lie to her and actually told her that you’ve recently met someone new and you are spending at least Saturday with her. It felt only fair to let her know. Your mother was smart enough not to ask any further questions, though. Maybe she realized that it was still a touchy topic for you - who knows.

You finally decide on what to wear and put on your favorite summer dress. It’s black, flow-y and has sun flowers all over. You don’t really know how long you’ll stay, so you pick out the blazer Kathryn loved last weekend, as well. Sighting, you find your way to the bathroom where you loosely tame your hair and put on some light make up. Just like last time you’re going for casual but not too casual. You look at yourself and smile. This dress really does make you feel beautiful!

A notification chimes through the room - it’s Alex reminding you that it’s about time to go outside so Kathryn’s driver can pick you up. You really didn’t want to have him drive you, but she insisted and since you were invited over for wine anyway, it really didn’t make any sense to take your car in the first place - especially since you’ll have to get home somehow, preferably tonight.

The driver is already there as you leave the house after kissing your mom on the cheek as you passed her on your way through he kitchen. “Good Afternoon, Miss Y/LN“, he greets you politely, as you take a seat in the back of the car.

The ride isn’t too long and you swore to yourself you would pay attention where you were going but the nervousness took over and so you’re spending the time on your phone, texting Alex and making sure your make up is okay and your hair is nicely framing your face.

Kathryn’s driver looks at you through the rear mirror: “Your first time over at Kathryn’s, hm?“

You look up and your eyes meet for a short second as you nod. “Don’t be intimidated by her. She is the nicest person I’ve ever worked for. You’re gonna love her.“ If only he knew. It actually makes you feel better, though. You don’t want to admit it, but you are very much intimidated by Kathryn and can’t wait for the first nervousness to wash down once again.

As you drive up to the house, it looks exactly like what you expected it to look like, while, at the same time, it looks completely different. She lives in the Hollywood Hills, but not where all the famous pop stars live. Her house is surrounded by plants. It looks calm, secure even and not at all like an actress lives in it. The yellow walls are welcoming and warm and the lack of modern architecture is balm for your soul.

The driver offers to open the door for you but you decline and, right as you step out of the car, the front door opens. Kathryn looks at you with the happiest face and opens her arms video to wrap you up in a big hug. ��Y/N! I’m so glad you made it! Welcome!“

She looks at her driver. “Thank you for bringing her, Peter! I’ll see you later. Agnes will let you know when we have to leave, please take some time to yourself until then.“ Peter nods and starts the engine.

You look at Kathryn. Her eyelashes are highlighted by the slightest hint of mascara while the rest of her face appears to be completely natural. She is so beautiful. You’re close enough to her to be able to tell she is indeed not wearing any make up. Her hair is halfway up, flowing over her shoulders, and she is wearing a beautiful orange blouse, similar to one she had worn in one of her shows before, combined with blue jeans.

Even as you turn around, her lips don't lose their smile and she puts a hand on your lower back as she leads you into the house. You enter a long hallways that leads straight into a beautiful garden, much bigger than what you had expected. In one corner, there is a seating arrangement consisting of a seemingly quite comfortable corner couch and a wooden table. The rest of the garden is open and full of bushes and trees and you can’t even tell where it ends. A wine bottle in an ice bucket is already waiting for you, accompanied by two glasses, one on each side of the couch. “I like your dress, Y/N.“ Your breath hitches since a compliment was the last thing you would’ve expected.

“Thank you!“, you say with a bright smile, as you blush slightly which doesn’t go unnoticed by her.

She winks at you, “Always, hon.“

Right as you are seated and she gets comfortable on the couch after filling your glasses, the door to the garden opens and a woman with long red hair dressed in all black, who is wearing a headset as she is holding a clipboard, walks towards the table. Her hair, loosely braided and tossed over one shoulder, is decorated by a pair of big sunglasses that are sitting on top of her head. She looks stressed as she looks up from her clipboard.

“Kathryn! I am sorry to interrupt, but I just need to let you know stylists are gonna be here in maximum three hours. You have to eat something before that.” Looking at the wine on the table, she adds: “Do you want me to order pizza or anything for you guys?“

You look back and forth between the two of them as you are trying to figure out who that woman is and what exactly they are talking about. Kathryn nods to every word that’s being said, completely focused on the woman. “Yes, Agnes, you’re right. Thank you. Please order the usual, we will share.“

She shoots you a smile. “You trust me?“ You nod eagerly, and you mean it, even though you are quite picky when it comes to food. Agnes looks at you and back to Kathryn before excusing herself with a polite smile. “Three hours, Kathryn, MAX.“

“Oh SHUSH.“, Kathryn laughs wholeheartedly as she picks up her glass of wine, prompting you to pick up yours as well. “Let me say something: I am very glad you accepted today’s invitation and I am sorry it’s gonna be stressful, but I’m sure it’ll be worth it and you’ll have a great time.“

You look at her confused. “Great… time?“ Obviously you would be having a great time while hanging with Kathryn, but the way she phrases it sounds like something other than sitting in the garden is happening.

“Did I… not tell you?“ Kathryn sets down her drink and scans you with worried eyes.

Your stomach drops for a moment as you shake your head slowly. “Oh silly me! Listen, I have been so busy ever since we’ve met. I got cast for a new movie had to meet with different producers all week and then they told me to attend the awards this weekend, which I thought were only held digitally and I must have totally forgotten to let you know that that was a thing. Agnes and Jennifer do a really good job at organizing things for me, but sometimes“, she taps her head, “this old friend is not doing it anymore.“

She looks really sorry and you have to admit you are very stressed right now and actually you feel like you might panic any moment, but just as you are about to worry too much, she places a hand on your forearm. “I would very much enjoy just spending three hours with you while I enjoy what was supposed to be my day off, but I would also like to take you to these MTV movie awards with me tonight, I you want to tag along.“

You are flashed by the offer and immediately want to say yes, but remember what you are wearing. “But… Kathryn.. I can’t go looking like THIS.“ She looks you up and down, her hand still placed on your arm, and you just know she wants to tell you again that you are beautiful, you can see it in her eyes, in the way she smiles at you. She doesn’t though and that makes you doubt that this could ever be more than just a hangout.

Your thoughts are immediately washed away, as a warm smile is playing around her lips. “Don’t worry about that, dear. After you told me that you are in the middle of your studies and you live alone with your mom, I figured fancy evening wear might not be something that you have currently lying around just like that. So.. we figured something out for you as well.“

She moves her hand over your arm and takes your hand in hers. “You don’t have to come, though, if you don’t feel like it. Don’t worry! I didn’t buy anything. I borrowed them from one of those fancy shops.“ - she didn’t. But you don’t need to know that.

Even though the thought of attending an event like that gives you anxiety, you already know what you want to do and softly squeeze her hand as you nod while a small smile creeps onto your face. “I would love to, Kathryn! Thank you for inviting me.“

It’s time to let go of her hand, but she doesn’t seem like she wants the connection to stop just yet, so, obviously, you don’t end it, either. Instead, you lock eyes with her and stay in position for as long as she allows you to. You don’t know how much time has passed until you catch yourself as your eyes dart down to her lips after she sticked her tongue out for a split second to moisten them.

For a short moment, you feel like Kathryn is getting nervous but this can’t be, can it? To loosen the tension that has built up, you laugh and let go of her hand to grab your drink again. “Let’s raise these glasses to a great night, shall we?“

She joins in and locks eyes with you once again, a sheepish grin on her face, while she slightly raises one of her eyebrows. “Well… I’m certainly glad you’re here with me tonight.“

#Kathryn Hahn #kathryn hahn x reader #Kathryn Hahn fan fiction #Kathryn Hahn x You #groupie #Groupie Au

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