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heartfullofleeches · 9 months

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[Toon Yan + G.N Babysitter Reader]

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"Jessie! Dinner!-"

"Five more minutes!"

You've been their age before. Five minutes will turn into twenty if you let them off so easily. Their obsession with that show is starting to become a bit of a problem, but you're glad they're finally leaving their room. Jessie had always been a shy kid according to their parents and what you'd seen yourself briefly before hire. The move to a new city had taken it's toll on the kid overtime and so they boarded themselves up in their room to cope.

Among the toys and old photos, one other relic of their past was able to withstand the test of distance. A cartoon centered around the adventures of a well intending yet mischievous main character of unknown species and origin. When interviewed by their parents the show had to be on for them to stay in the same room as you. You got them to slowly open up during the process by asking them about the show and the plush cradled in their arms. They went from hiding behind their mother's sleeve to speaking non-stop paused only by their parents informing them you'd be back next week to continue the conversation.

You grant them the spare time as you finish setting up the table - ready to call them as you walk over the living room entrance. Jessie sprints past you and climbs into the empty chair, arranging their doll in the seat next to them. You push both up to the table as Jessie pulls their plate closer.

"Hungry?"

Jessie tears the crust off their sandwich and shoves it in their mouth. "Cholly says I better listen to you since you're their best friend and I need to eat if I want to get bigger."

"Really? Well thank you, Cholly." Amused - you prevent the doll from falling when it tips over as you move its chair, patting its plush head in appreciation for the help. "Alright, Jess. Don't rush, but try to finish up before I come back. Your parents will be home in an hour and want you in bed by the time they get here."

You pick up the butter knife off the table to rinse it off when a small voice stops you.

"Y/n, can you make one for Cholly too?"

Their parents have told you about their recent chats with their favorite staring characters. They never did this before - even before the move. They figure Jessie was still struggling with the change plus the start of school being around the corner and asked you to just play along which you were glad to do without their asking.

"Cholly likes peanut butter and honey sandwiches?"

"They prefer orange jelly more than honey, but anything will do. They said watching you all day works up an appetite."

"....What are your parents letting you see when I'm not here?"

They shrug. "Same things I see when you're here."

You wait till the finish half of their sandwich before making another to make sure "Cholly" really wants it. You set it down in front of the doll as you head into the living room to clean up before their parents arrive. The television basks the room in a eerie blue shadow. You round the table and stare briefly at the puzzle you and Jessie had done earlier. Completed, it was a picture of the vaguely hare-like creature the kid adored wrapping their beloved scarf around a bundle of wild flower in a makeshift bouquet. A pulled frame from an episode where they'd done the same to artfully whoo their way into someone's heart to steal a telescope they saw from their window.

Picking apart the pieces, you note a few of them missing and already in the box. Jessie must've started taking it apart for you - but you can't find the absent piece making up their right eye between what few pieces filled the box and what was left on the table. You search the couch where you were sitting and the floor below with no luck. Running your hands through the fine carpet you find it at last - hiding beneath the TV stand.

"You're welcome, Gorgeous!"

Cholly, dressed as a mail carrier, passes off a large box to an equally as confused patron - standing straight as a pike and saluting customer once their hands are free of the package. You'd seen this episode with Jessie before. Didn't their sentence end with -

"Y/n, we're done!"

"Coming!"

You throw the puzzle piece into the box and place it on the top shelf of the book stand connected to the TV. Jessie shuts the dishwasher as you reenter the kitchen, Cholly tucked under arm. Left on the table is a napkin adorned with a crudely made heart drawn out with orange crayon - Cholly's alleged favor color and one missing from Jessie's pencil box. There was a C scribbled just below the drawing.

"Did you draw this?"

Jessie holds up the real culprit. "No, Cholly did it. They said that sandwich was better than any of dad's cooking and you'd be better as a chef, but we'd both miss you too much if you became one."

They squeeze Cholly to their chest, authenticating the truth of their statement as their voice shrinks behind the doll's fur. You gently grip their shoulder - offering a reassuring smile. "Well I guess the world's gonna have to miss out on another great chef because I don't plan on leaving either of you soon."

"Promise?"

"I promise, Jessie."

You usher them upstairs and into the bathroom as time ticks on, taking the Cholly doll to get them settled in bed while Jessie brushed their teeth. After sharing so much about the Cholly with you, you were the only one they allowed to take it from their sight. Their parents are too rough and nobody knows how to care for them better than their best friend. You tuck the doll into the sheets, pulling the appropriately themed blankets up to their chin as the bathroom lights flicker off. Just about everything in Jessie's room was themed after that show. The dedication was cute. They crawl into bed next to Cholly and get beneath the covers as you fit them around them both, freeing Cholly's hands and placing them on top as Jessie told you they liked.

"Y/n, how did you become Cholly's best friend?"

You turn off their lamp as you sit on the edge of the bed. "I don't know. You're the one who introduced us so I guess you're the one to thank for that. They're pretty funny too and who doesn't love a fun friend?.... You're not jealous, are you?"

Jessie shakes their head. "No, I'm happy that you get along. Cholly said they were lonely before they met and while playing with me is fun it's something different. Cholly hasn't smiled like they did when you promised to stay with us since they came out of the tv."

"Well it's a promise I intend to keep for as long as you both need me. Goodnight, Jess. Cholly."

You nod to them both, standing to leave. Jessie pokes their head momentarily under the covets before calling out.

"Can Cholly have a kiss before you go?"

"I think that can be arranged." You kiss the doll's furry head. It's warmer and softer than you remember, chalking it up to be the heat of the blanket and a recent wash. Smells like tangerines. You wish them both goodnight once as you exit the room, pulling the door shut behind you. Walking down the stairs, small steps join you as you reach the bottom.

"Jess? What are you doing out of bed?"

"Cholly wanted me to give their scarf. They said it's chilly outside tonight and you shouldn't leave without extra protection."

It's a miracle they hadn't tripped over the material in their decent. The burnt orange bundled in their small arms draped over their shoulders and around their torst like the body of constricting serpent. Even you would have some difficulty with its length less you wrapped it around your neck ten times over. The fabric was softer than silk and weighed like a feather in your hands. Amazed by the quality, your fingers run over a discrepancy in texture hard to ignore. The letter C drawn in black ink barring uncanny resemblance to one you had seen before."

"Jessie, this is so sweet, but I can't take something your parents obviously -"

"Mom's here. See you later, Y/n. Bye, Cholly!"

Jessie waves and runs back up stairs as the aggressive glint of a car's headlights bleed through the open curtains. You shove the scarf into your bag to save for another conversation as you open the front door. You step out into the blistering cold - arms bound to your chest to keep in the warmth of your body heat circulating through your jacket. Cholly was right. It's freezing out here.

You're sure Jessie's mother won't mind you using what was likely her scarf if you explained things to her. You take the scarf out as you walk, wrapping it snug while treading carefully down the driveway up to her car as she shuts the door. Jessie's mother dawns a smile through chattering teeth, pulling a hand from the deep pocket of her coat to bring you in for a hug as you near.

"So good to see you. Had to leave earlier than usual this morning so I wasn't around to see you come in. Love the new scarf. I assume Jessie had a good day and is on their way to bed?"

"From a good friend apparently." You excuse, too tired and cold to properly explain. "Glued to the TV as usual, but we played a few games and got a puzzle done to past the time until bed. I'll be sad to see them less when they start school."

"Well there's plenty of time before then. With our schedules I'm sure we'll still be needing your help with a few adjustments. Have a safe drive home, Y/n."

"Call when you need me." You bid their mother fair well as she walks up to the front door and you unlock your car door. Climbing in, a brief flash darts over the overhead mirror from the back seat. You adjust the lense and watch as the neighbor across the street pulls out of their driveway. You beat your exhaustion to the back of your mind temporarily as you insert the key into the engine.

Arriving home, you shed yourself of your belongings and outer clothing as you collapse on the couch. The scarf's impressive length allows it to cushion your body the same as any blanket it as you unwrap a few of its layers. You pick up the remote left on one of the couch pillows and surf through the channels for something to watch you as you fell asleep. Your eyelids weight heavier as that familiar show tune plays. As much as you loved the kid Jessie spoiled just about every bit of the cartoon when you watched it together, so you took the liberty of watching it at home to avoid spoilers and catch facts about their favorite toon. It had become a go to when you wanted to mindlessly unwind from a long day.

The title card reads the name of an episode engraved into mirror. "Looking Glass Lovers." The equincial episode in which Cholly flirts with a never seen home owner for access to the spy glass in their bedroom. The episode starts a little different than you remembered. For one, they already had the tool of such they sought after and strolled down the same street seen in the original run viewing the world from its lense. Pointing the lense directly at the screen their seeing eye bulges against glass - irises of both eyes forming pink love hearts as smaller ones float above their head as they drop the telescope and it rolls off screen.

Cholly approaches the house which the episode is based around and enter the scene of their brief love interest's yard, begins picking flower following the pattern of the original run. Another divergence to the plot is that they pick the array straight from the garden over the wild dandelions they'd plucked from the front of the house in other showings. Cholly goes to grab their scarf to complete the pocket only to find their neck exposed. They reach down their shirt, fishing out a stack of plates that clatter around them as they drop them, an actual fish, and a worn down orange crayon. They throw the crayon back down the hatch with a shrug.

"Huh, wonder where that old thing has gone. Wherever it is I'm positive it's in good hands."

Cholly gathers up the flowers and strides up to the porch. They brush their pointy ears flat with their hand, adjusts an invisible bow tie, and raises their hand to knock on the door. The credits roll as their hand meets the wood - three in rhythm taps drumming from your front door.

Hands swearing, you answer the door to find a fishbowl on your porch stuffed to the brim with bright red and pink roses. A note card with waxy ink sits next to it.

"Sorry, gorgeous! Despite all the time we spent together I still get cold feet at the very thought of ya seeing me. Glad to see you got home safe and that you like my little gift. Even mud would look good on a catch like you so to see my old rags on you fills me with joy. Promise I won't chicken out the next time we met. Thanks for keeping yours and being my sunshine at the end of the tunnel. You' never know how much you need someone to brighten those dark days when clouds are you see.

Stay warm - C."

Returning to the couch with more questions than your spent mind could process - a text message from Jessie's mother adding to your confusion.

"Sorry to bug you so late, but have you seen Jessie's fish tank??"

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babyleostuff · 10 months

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GOOD FOR YOU | LEE CHAN

☾₊ ⊹ currently playing: good for you by selena gomez

summary | when Chan comes back home tired and hungry, you decide to help him out

word count | 1.5k

pairing | Lee Chan x gn!reader

genre | smut

warnings | dom Chan, sub reader, some dirty talk, m receiving, cum swallowing, swearing, a bit of a spit kink

You were about to put the pot on the stove, as you heard the door quietly open and close. Wiping your hand on the cloth, you padded to the hallway to greet your boyfriend after his long and probably tiring day of schedules.

“Hey, honey,” you said softly, not to startle him.

Wide-eyed, he quickly brought his gaze to you, but immediately calmed down as he saw your figure. Despite the comforting smile settled upon his face, you could see the signs of his exhaustion - slouched shoulders and the lack of his usual gleam in his eyes.

“Why aren’t you asleep? It’s so late,” he said as he approached you and wrapped his arms tightly around you in a comforting hug you both needed. You stoked his back lightly and put your head in the crook of his neck.

“I just wanted to make sure that you’ve eaten before going to sleep,” you whispered and kissed his neck softly, feeling the tension leaving his body.

“You shouldn’t have waited for me. Next time go to sleep, please,” he sighed and put a hand on your cheek to make you look at him. He tried to be stern with you, but whenever he saw your loving gaze, filled with concern, he couldn’t help but to melt at your genuine care and kindness.

He would never be able to express how grateful he was for you, for taking care of him when he was too tired to do it himself.

“How could I go to sleep knowing that you are hungry and tired? I’ll always be there to take care of you, Chan,” you said and pressed a soft kiss to his lips, wrapping your hand at the back of his neck, pulling him closer to you.

He didn’t object, as his hands found their way around your waist, grazing your sides delicately. Toying with the strands at the back of his neck, he sighed into the kiss and you took this opportunity to trace the seam of his lips with your tongue. Obeying to you completely, he started to walk backwards, as you tried to navigate the both of you in the direction of the living room.

“Didn’t you say something about food?” he asked teasingly, as you pushed him down on the couch.

“I can leave if you want, Channie,” you teased him in a mocking tone.

He quickly shook his head and pulled you down on his lap, sliding his hands down to your ass, squeezing it tightly. His lips attached themselves to your neck, leaving small love bites that would certainly bruise later.

Not wasting any time, you pulled his shirt over his head, throwing it away. You pressed your hand against his chest, scratching his skin gently with your nails, dragging them slowly further down to his abs.

“Can’t get enough of me?” he laughed with a raspy voice and an annoying smirk, sending shivers down your back.

Not bothered with answering him, you grabbed his neck once again to shut his cockiness up with a deep kiss. Your tongues tangled together, his hands all over your body and his bulge pressed against your thigh - this is not how you imagined your evening to go. You unconsciously moved your hips to feel more of him, making him groan in the process. He pressed his growing bulge even closer to your core, making you realize how wet you already were and how much you wanted him inside you.

“Are you going to dry hump me all night, baby?” he whispered into your ear. “Or do you want me to fuck you?” He pressed an innocent kiss to your neck, leaning back on the cushions.

He looked so fucking hot - his gorgeous and muscled chest on full display, hooded eyes filled with lust, sweatpants hanging low on his hips, wet from your arousal. You knew that wearing only panties with his sweatshirt would be a great idea.

“Before you do that,” you chuckled, rocking your hips slowly and teasingly against his, making his lips part in a quiet gasp. “Let me take care of you first.” After pressing a wet kiss against his chest and a last one to his mouth, you got off his lap and kneeled before him.

Your every move was deliberately slow and dragged out, to turn your boyfriend on even more. You hadn't even touched him yet and he was already having trouble taking a decent breath. You sweetly kissed his visible tent in his pants, keeping eye contact with him the whole time. He flinched when he felt your lips on his covered cock, which made you snicker under your breath. Normally, Chan was very dominant and would never let you rule him like that, but today he seemed too tired for that, surrendering himself completely to you.

“Are you going to be a good boy and let me make you feel good, hm?” You asked in the most innocent voice you could. This always drove him mad, and tonight was no exception.

“Cut the bullshit, and get to work,” he said in a harsh tone, lifting his hips, so you could pull his sweatpants and boxers down. “And take off my sweatshirt, now,” he rasped impatiently, his dominant aura back in place.

You simply smiled like the good girl you were. “Of course, Channie,” and pulled his sweatshirt off you, which only left you with your black, laced panties. He couldn’t help himself, but to lean forward and cup both of your tits in his hands. He pinched your already hard nipples, giving them a hard tug. Your pussy immediately clenched around nothing, sending another pool of arousal to your core. The lack of any friction was starting to make you crazy, so you put your hand over your covered pussy and rocked against it, trying to relieve yourself a bit.

“Please, let me suck your cock, so you can fuck me after, Channie,” you whined, while he was still playing with your tits. Almost as if annoyed with your begging, he gave one of your tits a particularly harsh squeeze, which made you moan pathetically.

While still rocking your hips against your own hand, you tried to press your breasts harder against his palm. Unexpectedly, he spit on one of them, carefully distributing his saliva all over it.

Satisfied with his work, he simply leaned back comfortably onto the cushions.

“Go ahead, baby,” he gave you a nod of approval, and it was all you needed before rising to your knees to get closer to his dick.

Keeping eye contact with him, you teased his head with a little lick. Going crazy with the tension from today's day and pent up frustration, Chan threw his head back onto the cushions, placing one of his hands on top of your head and pulling your hair harshly. Not bothered by his action, you took his tip softly into your mouth, sucking gently, acting like you’d never done this before.

Licking off his precum, you sighed in satisfaction. “You taste so good, Channie,” and gave him another long lick along his shaft, coating it in your saliva. You couldn’t stop yourself from pushing your panties to the side, and coating your fingers with your own arousal.

“Do you want to taste me too?” you fluttered your eyelashes at him. He only snickered, pulling at your head to make you look at him.

“Don’t worry, I’m going to taste you later. Now lick your fingers clean, and get back to sucking me off,” he demanded with a stern voice. You wrapped your tongue around your fingers, and gave a content groan, licking your fingers clean from your own juices.

Putting his dick back into your mouth, you started to go deeper and deeper, sucking and licking him alternately, like a lollipop. He swore under his breath and forced your head further down his cock, tired of your teasing. When you were sure that his whole length was covered in your saliva, you decided to take him whole into your mouth.

Tears pooled in your eyes, as he roughly pushed you down and down again, bobbing your head on his own. Your nails scratched the sides of his muscled thighs, but he didn’t seem to notice. You felt your throat burn from the way he was pushing his cock into your mouth, but you didn’t mind whatsoever - the slight degradation and his roughness was only turning you on even more.

Soon, his groans were getting louder and his grip on your head stronger. You knew he was getting close.

“I’m going to come into your mouth, yeah? You’re going to suck me dry, like the good girl you are, right?” You moaned around his cock as much as you could, making him swear loudly and pushing his hips against your face. With your hand against your pussy, you were edging yourself, saving your first orgasm of the day for either his mouth, fingers or his dick.

“Shit, you’re doing so good for me. Now, swallow my cum, baby,” he said, right as he came into your mouth. Sucking every drop of his cum, like he ordered you to do, you pulled his now soft cock out your mouth with a sheepish grin.

“How was that, Channie?” you asked and climbed back onto his lap.

“You know, you’re the best,” he kissed you softly. “Now, it’s my turn.”

Let’s say that the food was forgotten for the night.

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thesamoanqueen · 10 months

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Blackwater VIII

Raiting: 18+

Warnings: SMUT to the mooooon

A/N: pure smut, because it was damn time and there were energies to vent.

He had stopped thinking and so had she.

All her life Y/N had clung to something she no longer had, a memory that faded day after day, chasing a past that was just that, to get back the last place where she had felt safe, happy, complete. Every day she woke up as if emerging from an abyss of black waters, surrounded by nothing and trying to stay there with the belief that it was the right thing. No one could hurt her if she stayed away, no one could steal anything from her if he didn't know where to look, no one could drag her away if she kept running. And her life had proved to her, time and time again, that for someone like her, that had nothing and no one, just the wrong smell and a target on her back, maybe that was the wisest choice to be able to go on. But to get what back? She had cut people out of her life, depriving herself of any bond or opportunity, she had survived without really living, raising the walls higher and higher until she no longer saw where was going: nowhere. Just that empty abyss.

Memories could help her, push her day after day, but they would give her nothing in return and the house she chased would still remain empty. She had told herself to be enough and Y/N was sure, even at that moment, that she had the strength to achieve everything, resist anything, overcome any obstacle. But what had happened inside the gym with Roman, had shown her the other side of the coin.

She could do it on her own. He could do it on his own. They could do it, even carry on and succeed when others would have given up. They were enough for themselves. But together was easier. As nature had showed for centuries before people stopped switching, a wolf could survive alone regardless of its scent, but with a pack, a mate, was stronger.

And Y/N only realized that when the mere touch of her hands shut Roman down. It was enough cover his ears, even if the chaos wasn't outside, but inside his head, as her father did with her when she was a child and got angry. She, who for weeks had had the sensation of being trapped, was Roman's only escape, the only one capable of distracting him from what pressed him and him, the only one who could fill the void in which she had barricaded herself, the only one she could have returned to.

For the first time, without holding back or worrying, Y/N ran her hand down his neck, fingers working their way through the strands at the back of his head, scratching lightly and causing him a growl that echoed in the whole house.

- Watch where you're putting your feet – she warned him, eyes never leaving her for a second, as he crossed the dark hallway with her still in his arms.

He seemed unable to stop, to shift his attention elsewhere. As if the rest of the world didn't exist beyond the smallest gesture of hers, as if a part of him was hungry for her and Y/N now that she'd silenced her doubts, was truly fascinated to have all that power over him.

- I know where ima put everything

His voice made her stomach tingle, his words sent a shiver down her spine and Y/N stopped rubbing the back of his neck for a second to bend her head, looking at him.

-Sounds a lil bit threatening – his big hands on her thighs were still and she could feel flesh burning with every second he held them over her.

- You can handle it. You're made for me.

That declaration that for weeks had made her stomach turn, caused anger, anxiety, frustration, now had a comforting aftertaste and more Y/N forgot about the rest, more she watched him stare at her like that, more her hands clasped, trying to hold him for the first time. She liked that feeling. She liked feeling him close, muscles under her fingers ready to snap, his attention almost visceral for everything about her. It was worth giving in, to get this in return.

-Is a big turn on for you, I get it – she sighed, finding herself smiling a little, when Roman released a hand to open the door.

The movement made her lean into him against the shoulder and Roman took the opportunity to rub his face on her arm, planting a kiss on her skin that made it itch. The air was cool from the hours of rain and the wide-open windows, but Y/N only noticed this when he set her down on their bed, pulling away from her for the first time since she had bumped into him at the gym.

Mate! Mate!

Her she-wolf's cry suddenly filled her mind, as if the loss of touch, the sudden lack of warmth, had awakened her, wounded, and her hands instinctively tightened between the soft blankets, eyes wandering over his figure in the dim light of the room. She saw him position himself in front of her, more imposing than he had ever seemed to her and inevitably drawing her attention to the tattoo that filled half of his chest, before sit next to her. His fingers slowly caressed her leg, moving up from her ankle to her calf, repeating the same movement, before looking up at her again.

- I'll take care of you - he promised seriously, his warmth enveloping her every time he climbed a little more with his palm.

Something inside her melted as she returned his gaze and Y/N realized had been holding her breath for who knows how long as she leaned toward him. Slowly she nuzzled his shoulder, inhaling his scent so inexplicably familiar and brave, she left a kiss there and then rested her chin on him.

She wasn't that kind of omega. She didn't need reassurances or words of comfort, but no one had taken care of her since she was a child, no one ever like that and Roman was promising to do all, when until a few minutes ago he had been the one who needed it most. Y/N didn't know if he was talking to her or to himself, but at that point it didn't matter. They were on that boat together and they were going to do it together.

-You better do cause you're suppose to be made for me too – she whispered just as seriously to distract him, frowning when her own words rang in her ears – sounds weird-

- Sounds perfect. Don't argue - he shushed her, pulling Y/N against him to crash his mouth on hers and covering the smile that his reaction had caused her.

His warmth enveloped her with no escape and for the first time, Y/N completely surrendered to that feeling, running her hands down his neck as he pulled her up. The taste of his mouth was soft, an invitation to let him in without restriction or doubt, it was comforting and addictive. They had already kissed, she had already felt him against her, but that night seemed different, perhaps because there was no longer a part of her that really wanted to reject him, perhaps because they had finally both understood who they were.

His lips were tasty, the beard pinched her face and Y/N kept looking for him, following his movements, the intrusions of his tongue which was now caressing hers almost imitating his hands gestures. She felt them slide down her bare legs, feel her thighs as far as they could, go back up under the hoodie he'd given her, caress her stomach beyond the shirt and stop on her hips. Big and firm like every part of him, rocking her slowly on his lap, indulging her in that exploration she had launched herself into trying to gain confidence with the new situation.

And maybe it would have been better to go slow, because of how things had gone between them, but the truth was that it felt so natural to have him close, to feel his solid body under her fingers that she wasn't really able to hold back. Y/N had the impression of drawing from the beginning a map that she had drawn who knows how many times. Her body had speeded up like with none before, bending and warming with each stroke, demanding more and growing more and more brave as he felt Roman respond to her attentions in the same way. He exuded strength, heat, power, and she could clearly feel his efforts to hold back: his fingers digging into her hips and then rubbing into the skin, pressing her against his big thighs, pulling her closer, his mouth wanting to devour her, his boner growing harder.

Y/N knew it, she felt it in the pit of her stomach, in the shivers that were shaking her, her bones vibrating as they had on the night she had first felt him, the tension building and making her mind liquid. She just had to pull the trigger, Roman was waiting on the doorstep for her consent and Y/N, dug her fingers a little deeper into his locks, giving a first turn with her hips, letting the big bad wolf enter…

***

That sound. That strangled, needy, uncontrolled moan had been the most obscene sound he had ever heard and the only one he wanted to repeat in his head for the rest of his days. He wanted it, he had to have more. He wanted to hear her scream, beg, ask, demand, his name, anything, as long as it was up to him. That moan inside his mouth was enough, the warm rocking of her center on him, her nails scratching at the back of his neck, her body soft and flat on his chest and the little world left around them, for Roman was disappeared. All ended with Y/N. Omega.

Overbearing, hungry, Roman moved his hands under her round ass, tipping her effortlessly onto the bed, wedging her under him with the mad intention of never releasing her again. He would never stop, he wouldn't slow down, he couldn't even if he wanted to, but wanting to seemed like an even crazier thought than ruining her. Only for him, for no one else, just for him.

He pulled her closer, forcing her pelvis to press against his erection, spreading her legs further than she had already done to accept him and her body shifting in eagerness. He pressed her there, clothes still on, feeling his lugs burn and her hands squeezing as another broken moan, more needy, made her shiver.

More.

Rough he rubbed against her, his abs contracting, body heating up with the heat coming from her core. Every part of Y/N vibrated at that contact, Roman felt everything in her melting and hands clinging to his shoulders, sliding further down on his arms, desperately looking for any support. But merciless, Roman sank further, lifting her by her hips, growling deeply, releasing her lips to kiss and bite her soft neck.

Her scent was everywhere, like a drug, familiar. He scratched her with his beard, trying to impress his scent on her, in an instinctive gesture that he had never been able to hold back. He licked along her thin neck, feeling Y/N racing heartbeat, her irregular breathing as he finally gave her the attention she deserved, sucking and biting at her skin. He reached down as far as her clothes would allow, freeing one hand to slip under the fabric. The contact of his fingers on her stomach made her squirm and Roman took advantage of the space she was giving him, to sink his face into her shoulder, finding her weak point with closed eyes.

-R-Ro– he heard her call and he understood without needing anything else.

Her voice was strained, uncertain, but it hadn't been that that had brought him back to his senses, but rather the brief panic that had made her tremble at the idea of being bitten there. Her gland throbbed, inviting, hot, calling to him. It was the missing piece, an evidence of their bond, the mark, just for him but despite this, Roman only gave it a kiss.

-We have time for this…- they didn't really have any, he didn't have any, but he didn't want to think about that now and he couldn't bear to displease her at that moment.

Not when Y/N had decided to look at him that way, not now that he saw her smile with pure happiness and just for him. Her lips searched him, planting a trail of kisses across his face, before pressing again, soft and warm, on his, gaze unable to leave him, fingers caressing him, tracing every line in his muscles, every trace of the dark tattoo.

- Really? - Y/N whispered nuzzling his nose, biting lightly on his bottom lip and Roman growled hoarsely, grabbing her thighs.

- Really - he announced, feeling his ego grown as Y/N let out a little happy scream at the overbearing touch of his hands, finally freeing her from all those clothes.

Everything about her seemed purposely made to get his attention: that childish laugh she always tried to hold back, nails scratching slowly at him, the soft hips, the full breasts with the perfect size for his raw palms. Licking his lips, he ran his hands over her, lingering on her flat belly, maneuvering her with possession and stealing another hot moan as higher up on her, his thumb played with one of her nipples. She responded to everything, throbbing for every gesture and more he saw her there, at his mercy, more the need to have her increased.

Her legs tightened around Roman's hips as his full mouth closed on her dark button, sucking on her sensitive skin greedily to elicit increasingly desperate moans. Pinching and twisting, he stroked his pelvis again, stimulating her as hard as he could, seeking her edge, learning from the spasms of her body just the right pressure, the perfect angle to make her beg. And more her breathing became uncertain, confused, more Roman insisted, almost desperately to release her then with a wet sound when he felt her nails digging into his back.

She was already a glorious, hot, mess, but he was going to knock her unconscious, strip her of everything she had, take everything that belonged to him and that was finally under his reach. The bond they shared allowed him to sense some of what she was feeling and the obvious mess in his shorts proved it, but he wanted more and unrelenting, he kissed along her stomach, licking around her navel, biting her jutting pelvis to stop a breath away from her center. In the silence room, broken only by Y/N's heated breathing, Roman got on his knees, tracing her beautiful entrance still covered by his soaked underwear, with his fingers.

- R-Ro ahn…

- Ssh... Im here – without giving her time to answer, he repeated the movement again, this time applying more pressure, feeling his fingertips get wet and Y/N tremble – Mmh… so gorgeous…

With one hand on one of her thighs, he let the other wander over her inside, unable to take eyes off his work even though the light was dim and mostly filtered through the windows. He followed the fine line of her lingerie, the soft curve of her lips, the patch that widened with his fluids every time he pressed to enter. He would have spent hours there, playing, but Y/N's legs had started shaking and he clearly felt her desperation and shared the need. He took off her panties without asking, just as he had undressed her, throwing that tiny piece who knows where behind his back to slowly sink, with a single finger, between her plump and humid walls.

-Rom-ahn… dont, dont stop – cried Y/N and his head snapped up, his gaze fixed on her concentrated face and tense body, while his index finger slid easily further and further. Slow, taking advantage of her.

She was asking him to don’t stop?

- Ya gonna beg me to do it babygirl – he grinned cocky, curving his finger inside to widen her and if it was that or his own words Roman didn't even ask, but Y/N visibly throbbed around him in a delicious vice.

She was damned tight down there, but her folds were soft, wet and more Roman sinked there, more Y/N melted by his intrusions, dripping everywhere without restraint. Only her strangled moans and the slimy sound of her body existed in his ears now, a few movements, the right pressure and Roman inserted another finger, this time playing with her opening, growling as he felt her give more and more, ready to welcome him. He twisted his wrist, increasing the pace on that point beyond her curve, which caused her back to hunch and lock the air into her lungs, rubbing his thumb on her button. Her inside throbbed trying to hold onto Roman’s fingers, closing as he went deeper, faster and faster, legs shaking.

- Y/N – he called, stubbornly rubbing on that spot.

- I-m oh m-my-

The bond was amplifying everything between them and Roman had clearly felt the sudden attempt to slow down, probably a habit, but with him she had no choice and he didn't even want the idea to cross her mind – babygirl…

He leaned down on her to give her a kiss, shushing her moans as he continued unstoppable to fuck her with his hand. Her fingers stopped moving on the sheets to end up on his arms, over her flower, to cling almost desperately, giving him the impression that she had curled up and Roman took the opportunity to forcefully rub her button.

- Give it to me… - once, twice – its mine… you're mine, give it to me - … and Y/N collapsed.

Her body, the bond between mates, the entire room trembled with her as she arched her back, squeezing her folds in a jerk around his fingers. Her nails dug into his forearms, probably leaving a pretty clear mark for the next day and Roman felt her gripping him breathlessly, face screwed up, lip between her teeth in an only partially successful attempt to shush the scream he had caused her. Continuing to move his fingers to guide her through her climax, he sat back up between her legs, almost tenderly placing a kiss on her thigh.

She was so adorable and Roman would have gladly given in to the urge to lie down next to her and hold her like he never had with anyone else, omega or not, but he couldn't and wouldn't stop there. Not yet. Not now.

***

She was a mess. Terribly and hopelessly a mess. It had been a bit like dreaming of falling or maybe not, it was nothing she had ever experienced, nothing she could ever be ready for. Her mind had gone blank, her body frail and boneless, her muscles weak and her heart threatening to explode between choked breaths. Hit by the intensity of their bond, she had crossed the line faster than she believed, as if now that she had finally laid down her weapons, agreeing to be close to him, her brakes were destroyed. She wasn't able to hold back and Roman even encouraged her, Y/N still felt his fingers caressing her, rubbing over her moist center lips, her sensitive side and up her thigh and then come off completely when she stopped pulsing. She reopened her eyes in a daze, looking at the dark ceiling of the room, the walls streaked by the light coming from the windows, her hands too far from him.

Y/N searched in the dark, her chest heaving and her body sweating, wanting to feel him closer, again, until her eyes locked with Roman's brown ones again. She saw him lick one of the fingers he'd been fucking her with, his dangerous tongue rolling inside his mouth as if he was savoring her and a jolt made her shiver again until she throbbed around nothing as her eyes sank further down, following the movement of the same hand, the rumble of his low growl.

- Look what you do to me… all those pretty moans, so warm and tasting like heaven

Who knows how or when, he had taken off his shorts and Y/N found herself gasping just at the sight of his completely hard cock, as he preparing it with the juices collected between her folds and his own precum. She had suspected and imagined what it was like down there, because bond, hookup or not, no one could deny how attractive Roman was, but it was far beyond expectations and now that she was in front of his naked body, her nature was kicking full speed to get it. The movement of his hand was hypnotic, the way he rolled his broad shoulders, flexing his arms and pecs, his loose hair partially falling over his face as he devoured her with his brown gaze. He had an aura around him terrifying and despite everything Y/N wanted nothing more than to have it on her.

- … and you're… planning to, t-to stay there? - she asked again with broken breath and Roman grinned, his eyes curling up, his gaze lighting up.

- Com'here smart mouth - he pointed, pulling her by the ankles even before Y/N could move a single muscle - spread those gorgeous legs wider - he blew, placing a sloppy kiss on her lips and without even thinking Y/N obeyed, already feeling the warmth his body gave off against her moist entrance.

Roman took a few seconds to stroke himself, one hand wandering possessively up her thigh, as he lined up with her entrance, giving his already hard member a couple of strokes. As he rested it against her opening, Y/N felt a shiver go through her and her hips instinctively moved, barely managing to rise a few inches before Roman grabbed her and held her in place. He put it down again, this time sliding his tip between her folds up to her already sensitive button, eliciting a moan from her which he ended up imitating too by getting dirty with her juices.

Seeing him moving so slowly, in the dim light of the room that prevented her from completely following the lines of the contracting muscles, as he worked his way up to her lips and then rested it on her belly, heavy and dark, was killing her before time. But when he finally persuaded himself to stop, to open her inch by inch, pushing himself between her wet sensitive folds and going up on her relentlessly, Y/N felt she had lost all contact with everything that wasn't him.

- Mm f-fuck

- Nnh… ah!

Y/N felt him everywhere, between her legs, in her stomach, in her chest, inside her head. As if her sensations had mixed and amplified with him, as if everything was burning and in that heat she was only able to find Roman. There was comfort, despair, relief, pleasure, tension, everything, poured over her, inside her and Y/N reached out to his hands, clinging to him, feeling him cover her to rest his forehead against hers. Eyes closed, Y/N’s fingers slid down her arms, across his chest in turmoil from heavy breathing, stroking his tense shoulders, creeping through his dark hair. Roman rocked his head against hers, nose nuzzling beside hers, breath hitting her face.

-You look so good beneath me babygirl – his voice was low, rough and the shiver that caused her, made her throb deeper, making him growl menacingly – I wanna wreck you

- … what-ever but p-please moove – she begged him, feeling the air fail in her lungs, when Roman pulled up on her again, grabbing her thighs and giving a first stroke.

His head slammed into some unknown spot inside her, one she was sure she'd never been aware of in her entire life, arching her back into the sweaty sheets and giving him a better chance to grab her. A wave of lust hit her, violent coming directly from him and with liquid eyes, already feeling yet another orgasm growing in her belly, Y/N watched him sink again, once, ten, until throwing his head back, licking lips and lower it again. The frantic rush into which he launched himself without warning, pounding her as if his only intention was to choke her and fuck her mind, found her defenseless and unwilling to resist him.

No one had ever made her want to let go like that, no one had ever brought her to that point. Her head was spinning, chest full of who knows what and Y/N had the impression of breaking at any moment, her body more and more free of resistance to every thrust, to every intrusion. She felt everything about him concentrating in the pit of her belly, exploding as he pulled away and then coming back for hit her again.

-R-Ro - he spread her so well, slipping between her folds, rubbing against her sensitive walls - Ro! Ahh! - her gasps had become almost whimpered moans and more her voice broke, becoming desperate, more he increased the pace.

As stuck in a press, she could do nothing but take him, every inch, she wanted nothing more than to feel him destroy her, fill the room with his terrible growls and the wet sound of their bodies colliding. His testicles smacked her like slaps, pinching her ass, into which he had dug his big hand while the other one pinned to her side. Her breasts continued to move up and down without her being able to hold back, to have a stable position, under the thrust of that big man to which she clung. Her stomach was on fire, her heart was threatening to explode, and when Roman pounded on her weak spot, rather than rub against it, Y/N couldn't hold back the scream was blocked in her throat.

- G-good girl… t-take me so well! Li-ke this mmh – forcefully, he rolled her onto her side, working his way into her from a new angle, keeping her thigh pressed into his shoulder.

- Pleasee… plea-se

Y/N no longer even knew what she was begging for. Harder, faster, on that spot or another. He was everywhere, in every way and Y/N was now struggling between the instinct to hide her face in the sheets or jump on top of him to bury it inside her. For a while she had begun to meet his thrusts, but now she was so out of her mind that she could no longer control the spasms of her center around him. She felt it pulsing, contracting, throbbing, stretching until she was crushed on the bed, coming out almost completely and then go inside again. His sweat trickled down her legs, mixing with her moods that had now reduced her to a mess, his soft beard scratching her skin every time he reached down to lay a kiss on her. Hand keep gently stroking her stomach, pressing on the bulge and when it ended up between her legs, rubbing her button. And for Y/N it was really too much.

-R-Roo- her voice disappeared as she screamed, leaving her gasping in the dark room, with him that didn't seem to slow down.

- That's my m-mate

The orgasm suddenly overwhelmed her, stronger than the previous one, shaking her until her legs trembled. Her already sensitive core throbbed rapidly, tightening in a vise around his cock and Y/N felt their own juices mixed together as Roman turned her over once more, loading both of her legs onto his shoulders, to press her down with all his weight.

- M-mine

She searched him with her gaze, tears welling up in her eyes, still shaking, thanks to his now sloppy thrusts that kept her from stepping off her peak or even having a break.

- Mine

With her mind blank and his heavy breath slamming into her face, she let him finish his ride inside her, admiring the concentrated expression with which he was fucking her and pulsing around her hardness, until yet another spasm was too much and Roman reached the top, claiming her. Y/N watched him tired, closing his eyes, mouth opening and then moaning, as he emptied into her core.

She had never allowed anyone to do it, she had never even allowed anyone to get close to it and instead he continued undaunted to move his hips, fucking her throughout her orgasm, thrust after thrust, unable to stop even now that he had come. It really seemed like he didn't want to stop, that it wasn't enough and Y/N saw him, lower his gaze, release his grip on her trembling legs to look at her.

- Not yet - he said heavily and Y/N felt the need to clung on him, growing in her chest despite her tiredness.

He would be the end of her and she had always known it.

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𝐒𝐤𝐢𝐥𝐥𝐞𝐝 𝐅𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐞𝐫𝐬

𝐒𝐮𝐦𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐲 Aether gives in and allows himself to indulge in his desires with the new quintessence ghoul that joined the abbey 𝐌𝐮𝐬𝐡𝐲 𝐌𝐚𝐲 𝐏𝐫𝐨𝐦𝐩𝐭 Teaching A Skill 𝐒𝐡𝐢𝐩(𝐬) Aether Ghoul x Phantom Ghoul 𝐂𝐨𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐧𝐭 Smut (18+ only, MINORS DNI get out of here right now), oral, hand job, daddy kink, Aether is meant to be a mentor but is actually v horny. 𝐖𝐨𝐫𝐝 𝐂𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐭 3752 words. 𝐍𝐨𝐭𝐞𝐬 Phantom lives in my brain now, which means he's getting smut from me because that is all I can write (that last part's a joke, I'm actually very good at writing things that aren't smut). This hasn't been proofread bc I'm hungry and I wanna go eat lkcdnfshdk 𝐊𝐨-𝐅𝐢 𝐓𝐢𝐩 𝐉𝐚𝐫

Part One

It turns out that mentoring a new ghoul is harder than Aether first thought it would be, but not for the initial reasons that sprang to mind. Yes, it’s always difficult trying to find someone’s place in the pack dynamic, especially when there’s two new ghouls to contend with instead of just one, but that’s not the issue that he’s struggling with. In fact, Phantom found his footing very quickly and naturally made a place for himself in the pack dynamic. The transition was a lot smoother when compared to Swiss and Rain when they were first summoned, the two of them eager to please to the point that they pressured themselves to perform perfectly in fear of being sent back to hell if they messed up. It’s different now, of course, but Aether can’t help but compare Phantom’s transition to pack life with the transitions of the others.

No, what makes mentoring the newer quintessence ghoul so difficult is the fact that Aether is completely and utterly besotted with him. Or perhaps obsessed is the correct word, he’s not entirely sure. He’s never been drawn to a ghoul so instantaneously, taking the time to build up a bond of deep friendship and trust before acting on the urges and desires centred around his fellow ghouls. With Phantom, however, it’s different. It’s as if there’s a rope that tethers them together, drawing them closer to one another from the moment he was summoned.

Ordinarily, this wouldn’t be a problem for other ghouls. They’d just fuck and get it over with. However, Aether has a responsibility. He’s meant to be teaching and guiding the newer ghoul through life in the ministry, tutoring him in the skills he’ll need both as a touring ghoul and as a member of the pack. Thus far, he’s been able to fulfil this obligation to a standard that has Copia beaming and bursting with pride during their weekly progress reports. Unfortunately, there’s one skill he’s dreading having to teach the ghoul and the more time passes the closer that inevitable day comes.

“But you are doing so well, caro!” Copia exclaims as Aether trails after him on the way to a meeting. “There is no need to replace you when you’re doing such a fine job.”

Aether forces himself to keep his voice level. “But this is different, Papa. I don’t know how to teach this kind of skill to someone else. Surely a more experienced ghoul would be better suited for this than me. Perhaps Omega–”

“Nonsense!” The satanic pope turns so that he’s walking backwards, facing the quintessence ghoul as they speak. “You were his top student and he spoke very highly of you when we were filling out the reference forms for your mentorship. Besides, he has responsibilities of his own to take care of.”

“But–”

“Aether. My Aether.” The two of them halt their movements as Papa places a reassuring hand on each of Aether’s shoulders. “Have more faith in yourself, ah? You have a natural talent and instinct for pathokinesis. It will be fine.”

Aether wants to shake him. He wants to shake him and tell him to stop saying these things because he knows that it’s all true, but he doesn’t know if he can handle spending so much time alone with the new ghoul doing something as intense and intimate as emotion manipulation. However, he also can’t just say that out in the open where other siblings and ghouls and even Phantom himself could hear him and start gossiping. He wouldn’t be able to look the rest of the pack in the eye if they found out how he’s feeling and what’s been going round in circles in his head for the past few weeks. So, he sighs and nods in defeat. The approving smile from Copia before he turns and continues on his way to his meeting does little to ease his nerves.

His nerves are still swirling in his stomach when he enters the secluded room he asked Phantom to meet him in for their one-on-one session, watching as he wiggles his fingers slowly in front of his face with furrowed brows. The way he worries his bottom lip with his sharp teeth, concentration woven into his features, has the older ghoul regretting his decision to go ahead with training. Telling himself that it’s too late to turn back now, he clicks the door shut behind him and clears his throat.

Wide, indigo eyes meet his from across the room and he curses himself mentally as his stomach flips and heat crawls up his neck. Phantom’s long, deep purple hair that looks almost black out of the sunlight has been pulled back into a low ponytail that trails down his spine and stops mid-back. The sleeves of the customary black button up shirt the ghouls have to wear are rolled up to his elbows, top three buttons of the shirt open and exposing part of his chest. The mask and balaclava have been set to one side on a nearby table that Aether finds himself wanting to bend the younger ghoul over and fuck into oblivion until–

“Sorry.” Phantom’s voice is quiet, like he’s about to get chastised for something. “I can put them back on. I just… they itch. Too much.”

Aether realises then that the quintessence ghoul before him thinks he’s about to yell at him. “Oh, shit, no. No need. You do know you don’t have to wear those constantly, right? Just while you’re on tour or when you leave the abbey to run errands.”

The ghoul’s grey skin tinges lilac as he blushes. “Oh. Well, Dewdrop told me that… never mind.”

Of course he did, the older ghoul thinks to himself. Making a mental note to pull the fire ghoul aside later, Aether moves further into the room and pulls off his helmet and balaclava. His cropped, granite grey hair sticks up in all directions and he can’t help but smile at the way that Phantom immediately reaches out to flatten it down. The other ghoul catches himself just before he touches the strands, however, and his hand quickly withdraws so that it’s hanging down by his side.

“So,” Aether begins, moving past him to place his mask and balaclava next to Phantom’s. “Do you have any experience with pathokinesis?”

The younger quintessence ghoul tilts his head to the side. “Is that the one where you… you know.” He wiggles his fingers in Aether’s face.

He raises a brow. “You’ll need to be more specific than that if you want me to confirm or deny.”

“That’s the one where you make people have feelings, yes?”

Aether hums. “In a way. We don’t make people have feelings, as such. We can control them. We can intensify them, or we can pull them back a little so that they’re not as strong. Quintessence ghouls tend to have a natural instinct for being able to feel what emotions others are experiencing and we can change that if we reach out with our minds. Have you thought sometimes while you’ve been here with us that you can feel things that don’t belong to you? Or you instinctually just know what someone is feeling the moment you look at them?”

“Oh, yeah! When Papa first summoned me, I felt…”

“You felt…?”

Phantom’s cheeks darken. “I think I felt you. You were anxious about watching me manifest, but you were also… I don’t know how to describe it.”

Oh dear.

The older ghoul, desperately trying to keep his façade in place, decides to change the subject. “It’s okay. Identifying other’s emotions can be complicated sometimes. For now, let’s focus on being able to manipulate the emotions that you can identify.” He sits cross-legged on the floor and pats the space on the ground in front of him, waiting until Phantom is seated opposite before he continues. “This might feel strange or overwhelming at first, just as a heads up.”

Phantom nods and the two of them lock gazes, indigo meeting violet.

“Relax your mind and let it open outwards. Think of it as if you’re opening a door to let hot air out and cool air in if that helps to visualise it. Mind open?”

He nods.

“Good. Now, expand your mind. Let yourself feel the emotions in the room right now. What can you feel?”

The quintessence ghoul frowns, thick brows furrowing. “I don’t know.”

“Yes, you do. Come on.” Aether patiently takes both of the younger ghoul’s hands in his, trying to ignore the way the size difference has the beginnings of arousal stirring in his abdomen. “Reach out to me. What do you feel within me right now that you’re familiar with? I don’t care if it’s significant or not, tell me what emotions you can feel in my essence currently.”

Licking his lips, Phantom closes his eyes and gently squeezes Aether’s hands. The latter immediately feels his anxiety about being perfect, about getting it right first time, and he gently soothes it with his mind.

“You’re doing really well, little shadow. Take your time.”

As minutes tick by, Aether feels the ghoul before him fully relax and start to mentally feel around his essence for different emotions. It’s not an entirely alien sensation; other quintessence ghouls that reside in the abbey have done this before, particularly Omega. However, the precision with which he searches his soul is unexpected. He’s more of a natural than Aether was when he was first summoned.

“You’re nervous around me.” Phantom’s eyes open once more. “I’ve felt it a few times when we’ve been together. You’re less nervous when the rest of the pack are around.”

Aether doesn’t answer. What’s he supposed to say to that? He can’t exactly deny it but he’s not sure he can explain it either. He doesn’t even know if he should.

Phantom shifts so that he’s kneeling instead. “I think you like me more than you think you should.”

The older ghoul stiffens.

“You keep trying to beat down your emotions around me so you can focus on what you’re teaching, but you shouldn’t have to do that. It’s okay to feel nervous around me because… I get nervous around you too. I feel this… there’s this thing tugging me closer to you. At first, I thought it was just a ghoul pack thing and that I’d feel it with everyone else but it’s only you. And I know that you feel it too because it’s part of what makes you so nervous to be around me.”

Heart hammering, Aether licks his lips. They’ve both leaned in closer to one another; closer than they should be. The older ghoul feels a thrill at the thought that what they’re doing is diverting away from what he had planned for their training session, wondering what would happen if he just leaned in and claimed the other ghoul’s lips right here and now.

So he does.

Phantom’s lips are just as soft as Aether thought they’d be. They meld against his perfectly. Moving with the perfect amount of pressure, the perfect angle, the perfect blend of desperate and sensual. The older ghoul is overcome with a wave of pheromones, and it takes all of his restraint not to grab the other quintessence ghoul and pin him to the ground beneath him. Instead, he hauls him into his lap, winding Phantom’s legs around his mid-section and pressing their bodies together. He grips onto the ghoul’s legs, sighing into the kiss when clawed fingers tease through his hair and scratch at his scalp. Their tongues lash one another, saliva trickling out of the corner of Aether’s mouth as he digs his digits into the meat of Phantom’s clothed thighs.

A high pitched mewl escapes into the air when they pull apart and it takes a moment for Aether to realise it’s coming from the ghoul in his lap. The sound makes his cock jump, half hard just from a single noise and a kiss.

“Need… touch… now.” Phantom’s voice is breathy and needy as he grinds down into Aether’s lap as best as he can. Another hit of pheromones and the older quintessence ghoul’s body tingles and aches in response. It makes him want to lay back and let the ghoul take whatever he wants from him. He can already feel the damp spot in his boxers forming at the idea, but the little restraint and logical thought he has left eventually wins out.

He remembers to hold back his strength as he yanks open his pants and shimmies them down so that his hard, throbbing cock is bare and springs up, slapping against his clothed stomach and leaking pre down the underside. Hastily, Phantom removes himself from Aether’s lap so that he’s laying on the floor, arms and chest resting on the other’s legs as he lightly strokes the older ghoul. His eyes are fixated on his own hand as he pumps up and down in a slow but steady rhythm, watching as the pearlescent pre continues to dribble out of the tip and lubricates his fingers as he pleasures his mentor.

“So pretty…” Before Aether can respond to Phantom’s murmured compliment, the latter leans in closer and his wide tongue flicks over the sensitive head. If that isn’t enough, he stares up at Aether through thick eyelashes and sucks the tip into his mouth with a quiet hum of appreciation.

“Satan below, you’re gonna kill me,” the older ghoul moans, leaning back on one hand while the other slowly wraps Phantom’s ponytail around his fist. The younger quintessence ghoul lowers his head, cheeks hollowed as more and more of Aether’s length disappears inside his mouth. The sight of him taking it in without having to stop or meeting resistance delivers another spurt of arousal into the ghoul’s mouth. Apart from Rain, no-one has ever been able to take his whole length in one like that without gagging or needing to stop and adjust to his length and girth.

Phantom seizes the opportunity when all of Aether’s cock is inside his mouth to swallow around him and the other groans, the constriction of the top of his throat almost snapping his resolve there and then. He wants so badly to fuck his throat until he spills his load and makes him swallow it. The image of tears streaming down his face and cum that he can’t quite swallow trickling down his chin has him twitching in Phantom’s mouth, his chuckle vibrating against his sensitive dick.

The ghoul eventually bobs his head up and down, swallowing and moaning around him each time the head hits the back of his throat. Aether watches, transfixed by the way that his ghoul effortlessly takes him in his mouth and his throat as if the size and girth are nothing to him. It makes him want to slam Phantom’s head down and thrust wildly until he gags and chokes around him.

“Fuck, your throat is so fucking tight. Everything’s so hot and wet and tight and fffuck…”

The pace increases and Aether thinks he’s going to explode, especially when one of Phantom’s hands reaches down to squeeze and massage his balls between his fingers. The heat is building rapidly in his abdomen, and he can’t stop himself as he finally starts thrusting up into the younger ghoul’s mouth. He uses the ponytail in his grasp to keep his head where it is, pressing his face into his lap as his balls draw up and he finally cums, his spend thick and abundant as it floods Phantom’s mouth and some of it slips out and runs down his chin. And fuck if Aether doesn’t think he looks pretty with his cock down his throat.

With one last twitch of his cock, Aether releases Phantom and eases him off his dick gently so that he doesn’t hurt him. The irresistible scent of arousal emanates from the other ghoul and fills the air surrounding them. Before the younger ghoul can say anything, he grabs at his pants and rips them open. The tearing sound makes him whimper and the older ghoul gets another whiff of his desire. There’s no way he’s letting him leave untouched after the shattering orgasm he’s just given him.

Phantom doesn’t protest as Aether yanks his pants and boxers down his legs, kicking them off with his boots once they reach his ankles, and suddenly the ghoul has him seated in his lap with his back against his chest and his legs spread open over the tops of his thighs. Aether rests his chin on his shoulder and looks down at the aching, twitching, dark purple cock between Phantom’s legs standing to attention. It’s already shiny with pre and Aether finds himself admiring its slight upwards curve.

“Fuck, look at you. So pretty and perfect for me. Want me to stroke it for you, little shadow? Want me to touch you and make you cum for me?”

Phantom nods frantically, hips already jerking without being touched.

“Ask nicely then.” The mentor’s breath tickles Phantom’s ear as he speaks, voice dripping with desire.

“Fuck, please.” His voice is high, needy, raspy. It’s also the loudest that Aether has heard him speak. “Want you to fuck my cock with your hand. Need it so bad. Gonna die if you don’t. Please.”

A chuckle in his ear has Phantom shuddering and melting into him.

“Very well.”

He gathers sum of the pre leaking from Phantom’s tip and curls his fist around his dick as he slowly guides it up and down. He squeezes at the base, relaxes his grip as his stroke moves upwards, then applies pressure again at the tip. The younger ghoul gasps the first time he reaches the head and Aether purrs as his thumb presses into the slit that’s beading with more arousal.

“You gonna watch for me? Gonna watch as I make you come apart in my lap like a good boy?”

“Fuck, Daddy, yes.”

Time freezes. Aether knows what he heard – his cock twitching back to life is evidence of that. The panic that permeates through the desperation and lust in Phantom’s mind confirms that he’s not mistaken and he’s quick to shush that part of his mind with his own.

“Say that again,” he growls, hand moving once more.

Phantom’s head falls back onto Aether’s shoulder. His lips are parted, and scandalous groans and cries fall from his beautiful, cum-stained mouth. The older ghoul uses his free hand to pinch one of Phantom’s nipples. Pre-cum spurts out of the head as the younger ghoul returns his gaze to his shiny cock and the fist that tugs pleasure out of him with each movement.

“Daddy, it feels so good,” he mewls. Aether purrs in satisfaction and rolls the pert bud between his fingers as he starts to jerk him off faster.

“You like it when Daddy plays with your dick, hm?” Aether feels a rush of slick drip onto him and the floor. “Bet you want me to fuck your tight little ass too, don’t you? Want me to claim it as mine and fuck you until your full of me.”

The younger ghoul lets out a sob as Aether’s hand quickens again. “Want you to wreck me and split me open.”

He almost does it, too. If he wasn’t aware of how limited they were on time, he’d bend him over and fuck him until his balls are empty and Phantom’s ass is gaping and dripping. However, he knows they don’t have time for that right now.

“Maybe another day. It can be your reward for completing training in a few weeks.”

“You mean it?”

Aether’s razor sharp canines lightly drag over the artery in his neck. “Promise.”

Phantom’s back arches as his cock gives a final twitch and he climaxes, the cum shooting out of him and covering the mentor’s hand with each pump. His thighs shake with the force of it, hips jolting and jerking. “Fuck, fuck, fuck, oh fuck…”

Aether finally releases him and shushes him, wrapping his arms around the still shaking ghoul as he comes down from his climax. He presses kisses along his shoulder, his neck, his face, while his hands soothingly caress his thighs and hips. Phantom’s heartrate eventually returns to normal, and he quietly curls up in Aether’s lap, clinging onto him as he buries his face in his neck. He immediately senses a shift in the other quintessence ghoul’s mood and rubs his lower back.

“What do you want to come from this?” he asks, keeping his voice low so as not to startle him. “If you want us to continue our sexual relationship, I’m fine with that. If you don’t, that’s also fine. I’m not going to just abandon you and toss you aside because of today.”

Phantom lets out a relieved sigh. “I don’t want to be sent back. I want to stay here, with you.”

Aether smiles and presses a kiss to the top of the ghoul’s head. “I’d never send you back. Especially not when you’re vulnerable like this. Shall we get you cleaned up and head back to the dens?”

A tired nod of the head and Aether sets about tidying the two of them up, wiping away their spend on his shirt once he’s removed it. He helps Phantom redress and as the minutes pass the newer ghoul starts to go back to how he was before their shared moment of intimacy. No longer the loud, horny mess from a few minutes ago, Aether watches him revert to his more quiet, subdued self. However, there’s something different about him now. He stands up straight, with more confidence, and his demeanour has gone from shy and hesitant to relaxed and open.

“Think Dewy will be able to smell it on us when we get back?”

Aether frowns. “Uh, yeah. Probably. Why? Do you not want him to? We can use one of the shower rooms on the way back if it’s of any concern to you.”

Phantom waves his hand dismissively with a smirk – the first smirk he’s seen on the ghoul’s face since he was summoned.

“Oh, that’s not it at all. I just happen to know it will piss him off and make him break his no cussing streak so Swiss will win their bet.”

Taken aback, Aether laughs. Phantom is going to fit right in when he heads out on tour.

#spicy content #mushy may #phantom ghoul #aether ghoul #aether x phantom #the band ghost #smut #fanfic #my fanfic #mine

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eriexplosion · 3 months

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Replacements time, I didn't need my heart anyway.

The way that Wrecker was fully going to take Omega's food rations, I get it I am also not thinking when I'm hungry. But this combined with his line in Pabu about being full for the first time, they were just NEVER provided enough rations to adequately fuel Wrecker, not even before they had to puzzle through buying them themselves. The kaminoans had to know his calorie intake needs okay and they simply opted NOT to fill them. Justice and a nine course meal for Wrecker.

"It's not affecting life support. We're fine!" Tech is going to come back with like a dozen injuries he simply didn't deal with yet because he was technically able to function with them, so it's basically the same as being healthy.

I do love Echo's grouchy REPAIRS WOULD GO FASTER IF I HAD SOME HELP, but the feels punch of seeing them bickering in the pilot and copilot seats and then flashing forward mentally to Echo gazing sadly at the empty chair. I'm hurting my OWN FEELINGS.

I FEEL LIKE IT WOULD BE REASONABLE TO STRAP GONKY IN? DO YOU WANT A FIFTY SOME POUND (MINIMUM) DROID SLIDING AROUND FREELY IN A CRASH SITUATION?

Another Wrecker head bonk, no wonder his chip activated it's been under percussive maintenance this whole time.

CROSSHAIR WEAPONS KIT MOMENT. Which they have just been steadfastly ignoring because it hurt their feelings to think about it.

Further evidence they simply haven't been thinking about it: Echo like THEY CAN DO THAT? when Tech reminds them that the chip can influence behaviors. Yeah what did you think they did, Echo, just provided a tiny little nudge? But I think it's just very hard to fully grasp the scope of something like that. Yes almost every single clone is under the control of an inhibitor chip, yes it's strong enough to make you turn on your own squad, yes that's in ALL of their heads right now, just not functioning properly.

I just love Wrecker not giving that much of a shit about being shot. That hurt, but he still misses Crosshair.

Anyway this squad contains pure concentrated avoidance juice, if they just don't think about it then Crosshair didn't betray them.

Rampart and Tarkin together creating a solid layer of slime all over the room. I just hate them watching him through a one way mirror talking about him like an interesting object. (Though I do like the moment where he stares at them straight through his own reflection, he knows he's being watched the whole time)

They literally do not address him once and he looks so unimpressed just looking between them like he's waiting for anyone to notice he's there.

Tech looking at giant clawmarks in the siding: well those weren't there when we landed. Treat something like an emergency challenge, impossible.

"I'm part of this squad now too, right?" *Tech and Echo look at Hunter, they're NOT taking a stance on this* Assigned dad by committee

"I'm angry at myself. We don't leave our own behind." "Then we'll find a way to get him back. Somehow." AND THIS IS WHY THEY ALL NEED TO BE TOGETHER, THIS IS WHAT THE SHOW DESPERATELY WANTS US TO WANT, THE TEAM IS NOT COMPLETE UNTIL IT'S ALL OF THEM.

I might have paused just before the start of the attack on Gerrera's camp for an inordinately long time but it's just a genuinely distressing scene.

Does contain a GREAT transition back to Hunter & Omega though.

"See it?" Well Hunter it's both flashing AND beeping, so yeah I think Omega sees it.

The way that Hunter straight up would have died out here if Omega hadn't gone with him okay, just would not have come back. (Omega is going to continue to be the key to making sure everyone survives I think.)

Back to Onderon for more highly uncomfortable war crime scenes. Truly I don't think that the show that has Crosshair shoot a woman at point blank range would have many reservations showing us Tech's body. (Yes I'm going to be like this the whole time I'm SORRY)

But ohhhh my god I need Onderon to come back somehow. I need it to become relevant. I think a lot of the time people do want to pass over it because it's horrific and like it's not one of the several things Crosshair does wrong of his own free will. But it's also still something that he remembers doing, all of it, and I think it's pretty key to why he eventually tries to stay with the Empire. What do you do when you've done something so horrific, when maybe you've been told it wasn't your choice and it wasn't your fault but you still remember giving the order, you remember every sight and sound and smell, and you remember at the time it made so much sense to do it. You can even remember the reasoning you came up with to ease the way. What do you do when you've done something so bad that you think that the only way forward is with the people that forced it onto you in the first place?

Anyway fucked up that they gave that one soldier a flamethrower just so we know completely that those civilians were burned alive, that's great.

Back to Hunter thinking he has had this child for a day and a half and has already lost her on a deserted rock somewhere.

"Soldiers know the risks of battle" what about the risks of Crosshair because like Crosshair is the cause of 100% of his squad's fatalities through this season.

Crosshair in the cleaned out quarters with all of the doodles and marks still on the bunks, going to his own and everything that made it his has been cleared out of it. They even took his walls of boxes. Just completely alone in their old room with nothing but the reality of what he did. I wonder if guilt comes easier when they're not in battle.

AND JUST THE CONTRAST WITH THE ABSOLUTE SWEETNESS OF OMEGA GETTING HER OWN ROOM ON THE MARAUDER. MAKING A BEAUTIFUL AND WARM PLACE FOR HER THAT STANDS OUT FROM EVERYTHING ELSE.

SERIOUSLY MY HEART.

HER PRECIOUS FACE <3 God I do love this episode even though it wounds me in places.

#the bad batch rewatch

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theshadowrealmitself · 8 months

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This was going to be a post about irregularities about what I’ve been told about my family’s financial status growing up vs what I actually noticed looking back on it, but it ended up becoming,, a vent? So venture forward at your own risk

Trying to figure out what financial status we had growing up, because there was 8 of us (sometimes more) in a 2 bedroom house, but we were going to a private school that was being paid for due to a deal struck with the people who raised me and the principal there where one of them essentially worked at the school for free as our tuition

(And god did we never hear the end of that deal, at practically every moment we were being screamed at about how much they sacrifice for our education and we should be kissing the floor they walk on in gratitude 🙄 and it wasn’t even like it was a good school, it was just a Christian private school, so every single part was about Christianity and missionaries and I honestly think it was worse for our education than public school would’ve been)

They also got government assistance for raising us, which went towards our clothes so we’d be able to buy a couple outfits twice a year from a thrift store, and a pair of shoes once a year (god help you if something happened to that pair and you needed another one), and then we’d get food and hair cuts from whichever area was doing those things for free

So I always figured as a kid we were poor as shit, and just grateful for whatever occasional nice thing we could get (I still have my Nintendo dsi that I treasure very carefully) and thought that they were doing their absolute best for us, despite their best still resulting in us always being hungry all the time (those lunch programs only gave out really small lunches and we were always getting like 2 meals, that small lunch being one of them, a day and drinking water throughout the day because “you aren’t hungry, you just think you’re hungry, water will fill you up”) (also the lunches at the school were also usually small)

So yeah, ratty clothes, choppy hair, always hungry, but grateful because they would always make a huge deal on how much they sacrifice for us and how much they give us, and how they couldn’t afford to give us more, and then the second each of us were 18 they dropped us like a hot potato and we each had to go live in financially sucking places where we can’t afford to do much for ourselves, but we’re all used to it

Except, it’s been occurring to me more and more that they never did all that for themselves or for their actual bio kid, when it came to those 3 it was never thrifted clothes, they’d buy themselves good filling food all the time and would always have snacks for themselves, and their daughter was always using their card to go out and get herself food from restaurants and stuff, and they all took themselves to have “salon days” where’d they actually go and have all this work done on their hair

And it wouldn’t just be stuff like that, whatever she wanted, she was able to have without a second thought, we’d all be sharing a deodorant stick (not even exaggerating) and she’d go out with their card and buy herself a full on bathtub set whenever she felt like it, clothes, food, money, etc., anything she wanted she got it instantly, while she never did any of chores and it was up to the rest of us who were all younger than her to constantly keep everything clean

And then when she moved out, they completely funded her college education and bought her a house

And they owned two cars

So like,,, y’all could afford to do that but asking for a little extra food for the rest of us or a new pair of shoes because the shoes I was wearing were literally falling apart on my feet was the end of the world and you needed to scream about your finances at us???

It was just so normalized that we never questioned why they got all those things and we didn’t, we were essentially their charity case that was supposed to make them look good to their church, we were just supposed to be grateful we weren’t being bounced from home to home, of course we weren’t being treated like their bio daughter even tho they were “like our parents,” because it was always “like,” it was always the appearance of, they didn’t actually give a shit about us other than what they could use to look good to others, “oh the nice Christian couple taking in the poor kids and making sure they get a nice Christian education” 🙄 while they kept almost killing us with their medical neglect

…This got away from me, anyways the point is I wonder if we were actually as destitute as they made it seem when we were kids or if they just lied to us so they didn’t have to feed us regularly

#no fandom #rant #this. probably needs some warnings?#I’m not sure #this actually doesn’t even touch on how horrid it was living with them #but no one has the stomach for that so I’m never gonna put out those facts #they’ll ruin everyone’s day #so weird how you never notice how off something is till you’re looking back later like ‘??????’#vent post

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sheep-and-lykos · 1 year

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Playing Daddy: Ignis Scientia x Fem!Reader (NSFW)

Contains: Daddy kink, spanking, bondage

Song Recommendation: Love Game - Lady Gaga

Your back slammed against the wall, rattling the intricate photographs and paintings in ornate frames that Ignis had meticulously placed. His hands, always so graceful and caring now hard and hungry, snatched at your body as if they were starving wolves. Fingers digging into your heated flesh, nails biting into your soft skin. His greedy lips were attached to yours like glue, your tongues danced and clashed together, teeth nearly scraping against each other the closer you two seemed to get closer (if it was even possible).

You could feel every detail of his slender form against you through his Crownsguard clothes he had not been able to take since he stormed home just moments ago. You could feel his lean and sturdy muscle pressed up against you, his proud and tight chest flushed against yours where you could feel his heart pounding rapidly, his cock despreately wanting to be freed from his pants and boxer-briefs.

Ignis broke from the kiss, he grabbed your jaw and turned your head to the side. He bent in low and close to your ear, his hot breath scorched your skin in ways that made your head swim in a sea of never-ending lust.

“I do not like that stunt you pulled today, kitten,” he growled in your ear.

“And what stunt was that?”

Your lips were curled in a cheshire smile, your eyes full of mischief.

“You know exactly what it was. The messages, the photos, the voicemail you left on my office phone. Had I answered it with Clarus in the room-” Ignis dug his fingertips deeper into the flesh of your jaw. “You’re a naughty minx, aren’t you? Sending me photos of you in lingerie as if you were on a pin-up magazine. Sending me those messages as if they’re straight from the raunchiest novel you could find.”

“All to get you to rush home, Ig-”

“No!” He jerked your head back to look him in the eyes. His eyes were such a vibrant shade of green, like the lush forests surrounding lestallum, like the palms swaying in Galadin, like the emerald waters of Altissia. They were filled to the brim with want, with need, with lust. “Call me what you called me over the phone,” he demanded.

Your brows raised up in shock. You had only said it to see if he would notice - and he surely did. You didn’t think he would take so much interest in the little name you gave him over the phone, but he clearly did. He was panting, looking crazy just to hear it spill from your lips again as if it would be a sermon to him, a divine sermon from the Astrals themselves.

“Whatever you want, daddy.”

Ignis suddenly hauled you up your waist and carried you bridal to your bedroom before tossing you onto the mattress. You gasped as you bounced on the soft material, staring up at him in shock by the sudden roughness. Ignis stalked towards you as if he were a predator. His pupils were blown wide, eating away at the green of his hues. His glasses were lost somewhere in the living room, his hair a mess, his blazer crinkled and would need to be pressed later on.

You knew Ignis was a kinky man - in secret of course (although Gladio could sniff it out of him without even thinking) - but you didn’t think about this being one of his kinks.

Ignis grabbed at your ankle and dragged you closer to him until your knees were drifting off of the bed.

“I receive photos of you looking like absolute sin and yet, I come home and you are not dressed like it anymore.” He looked over your freshly scrubbed face, makeup from earlier completely gone with a trace of mascara or concealer left behind. No lace or silk wrapped around your body as if you a little present. “What a shame.”

“I’m sorry, daddy.”

“You should be. Now strip.”

You flushed at the order. Ignis was never this demanding. Seeing him take complete charge sparked something deep inside of you.

He stood there, watching your every move, not moving from where he stood until you were butt naked on the mattress.

You started with your top, peeling your sweater up and off your head. Then your brassiere where you took your time to unhook it from the back, letting both fall to the freshly cleaned floorboards. Ignis’ eyes glanced over your now naked breasts, gazing at your shoulders and your neck he was soon about to mark up to hell and back with hickies and bruises.

Then your pants. Unbuttoning them and undoing the zipper slowly, you wiggled them off of you to reveal to him that you were infact not wearing any underwear at the moment. As soon as your pants hit the floor Ignis hummed with satisfaction.

Ignis walked over to the dressers lined against the side wall taht lead to his ensuite-bathroom, specifically the one right by the door. Opening the top drawer’s latch, he dug around. You kept it as your brassiere drawer with a few of your lacey numbers ranging from a babydoll dress to a lace garter with attached thigh highs. Ignis pulled out the lingerie you had sent him a photo of. It was a naval blue with gold accents, the cups pushed your breasts up and the straps in the back were intricate. It looked as though you were an astral yourself, Ignis swore. He held it out to admire it before glancing your way but set it back into the drawer.

“You’re not going to make me put it on?”

Ignis shook his head slowly, only continued to dig through the drawer until he found what he was looking for.

In that same drawer, you kept some ribbon. It was for whatever you needed with clothes or dresses, maybe even for hair. You hadn’t used it in a while and had quite honestly forgot about it, but clearly Ignis did not. He produced a big roll of wide ribbon, maybe about two inches wide and silk ribbon the color of the shiniest gold you could imagine that went on for a while. He had also produced fabric shears that he had goten for you, they gleamed in the soft lighting of the bedroom.

Ignis stalked towards you again, unraveling the ribbon as he came closer to you.

“Now be a good girl and show me your wrists,” he demanded.

You placed your wrists before you, palms against each other to make it easier for him. You knew better than to tease Ignis too much. He wrapped the golden ribbon around your wrists and along your forearms just until halfway up before being tied with an intricate knot. He then went below and quickly tied up your ankles as well, following with the same intricate golden knot as your wrists.

Ignis then dropped the remaining spool and scissors onto the ottoman by the foot of the bed and stood there, looking over his work.

“You’re just going to tie me up and have your way with me then, daddy?” you teased.

“Oh no, my dear, I am going to punish you.” “Punish me?” You threw your eyebrows up. “Punish me how?”

Ignis fumbled with the buttons of his shirt, shrugging off his blazer in the process. His chest was sweaty, glistening deliciously. You wanted to lick it, you wanted to kiss it, leave marks all over it to prove to the world that he was yours and only yours. Your face was blazing at this point while he dropped his fancy button up shirt to the floor to join your clothes.

“If I’m to play daddy, then I must do it right.” Ignis had produced one of his belts from the closet. It was black and shiny pleather with a shiny silver buckle, one that you haven’t seen him wear in a while. He glanced between you and the belt. “A spanking seems fitting for teasing me so, don’t you agree, kitten?”

You swallowed as he approached, looping the belt in one hand as his other pushed your shoulder to the side to turn you. He guided you to sit on your knees and to bend until your head was resting on the mattress and your bare ass was up in the air. Ignis grazed his hand against the curve of your bottom, elegant fingers going along with the curve until he messed with the belt some more.

“Now, my little minx, how many spankings do you think you deserve for being so slutty to daddy?”

“How many do you wanna give me, sir?” you smiled coyly against the sheets.

You cried out as he suddenly spanking you with his hand and not the belt, your asscheek sparking with pain.

“Would you like to try that again?”

“I’m sorry daddy.”

“That’s better.” He shifted the belt in his grasp. “For that, it will be fifteen. You are to count, and if you mess up or stumble, we’re starting over.”

Crack! You cried out as the pleather smacked against your asscheeks. You whimpered out “one” as Ignis hummed in content. You could feel your loins on fire, your cheeks were ablaze.

Crack! You panted, this time it was higher on your ass, just as the curve started. You muttered out a pitiful “two” as he kept going.

Crack! You were practically dripping at the point as you bit into the sheets and whispered “three” just loud enough for him to hear it.

Four… five… six…

Every snap and crack of his belt on your ass was in different spots. On the bottom of your ass, along your crack, towards you flanks.

Seven… eight… nine…

You were making lewd noises with every snap against your flesh. Your ass was on fire, your back was aching from the odd angle you were in with your arms below you and your knees tucked.

Ten… eleven… twelve…

Ignis was panting with every spank, cursing to himself. He would run a hand along your beating ass, smack it here and there, slip his fingers into your moist heat. He would get close to you, smell your lotion, your shampoo and perfume. It drove him all mad inside.

Thirteen… Fourteen…

Crack! “Fifteen” you whined out. You sobbed softly, your body wracking with heaves as you finally rested.

Ignis gave you a moment, putting away the belt and the spool of ribbon before coming back to rub a calm hand on your beating ass.

You struggled against the binds of the silky ribbons still tied tightly around your wrists and ankles. You winced as your ass still beat like a heart and burned worse than sagefire. You could feel welts forming. You heard Ignis fumbling with something behind you but you didn’t think about it, all you could think was that you needed to do this more often.

You heard the jingle of Ignis’ belt buckle coming undone. You glanced behind to see him quickly trying to take it off as he toed off his dress shoes.

“Ignis-”

“You are not going anywhere else tonight, kitten, and you best plan to call in sick tomorrow. You’re not going to be walking well for the next few days.”

His pants draped to the floor with his underwear as he stalked towards you.

#ignis scientia #Ignis Stupeo Scientia #ignis x reader #ignis scientia x reader #Ignis Stupeo #ffxv #ffxv imagines

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blackoctober-blog · 6 months

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(Warning: the story down coming contains sexual themes. So, if you're a bit more sensible towards it, our humble apologies. I think it would be our only story with this theme, probably.)

A Fun Night after Thanksgiving Dinner.

After a funny dinner, filled from laughs, louder music and others interactions between family and friends, the couple decided to put their daughters to go sleep while they would wash all the dishes and then, have their own ''funny night'' as Suzanne had promised earlier.

Late night. James and Suzanne walked silently to their bedroom, now removing his clothes to wear their pajamas. In this case, Suzanne to a nightgow and James just some pajamas' pants, once he gets warmer by hugging his wife, under the blanket. James stretched all his body and started to relax on pillow. Watching her husband almost next to close his eyes, she smiled wink and laid her head over his chest, sliding the point finger around it.

"Was the dinner really greater. Right?" She've asked. James' eyes opened slowly and shared her a gentle grin.

"Oh yeah... Can't wait for more future reunions as we had." She giggled in agreement.

"Errr...love?"

"Hmm..?"

"Once there's only me and you... Wouldn't you like to have a little more fun with me?" She asked in soft tone, but yet a little more sensual. Which made the man to smile and blush like he used to back to high school times.

"Well.. did you make sure the doors were locked..?" She nodded in agreement. James grinned and then, the couple kissed tighty, involving tongues enough to taste different flavours by those salivas. In love for her husband, the blonde woman wrap the arms around the muscular man's neck, James always loved when she was too wishing about him.

Usually, they had been so worried about their jobs and kids that it was like they didn't have time for themselves as they used to. She've missed for those muscular and hairy arms for so long... James shared tender and soft kisses to her whole face until her neck, making the woman to feel a greater chills around her small body hair.

"Oh, Jimmy...." He smiled even to eyed-closed. The same voice tone that messed and stole his heart like the math' class. In his eyes, she's still that Suzanne but now a mature woman - He wanted to see his wife, eyes against eyes. He wanted to look at her and see that same woman he've always loved since those times, even when they said wrong things about her.

"Suzie..." He slid his big fingers on that fragile skin. Happilly blushing and needy about his love, she took his fingers and shared little kisses one by one and then, licked it slowly. In her vision, he always had been the same romantic and poetic boy. Who would believe such an attractive and sporty guy would be in love for such a nerdy and book worm like her? It was only able to happen on fairy tales, but the destiny showed that no. Everyone had a right to be happy and her one really came to stay. After many lonely nights and suffering tears, she learned how was really feel the love and love wasn't nothing as she used to think when to her old ex-boyfriend. It's no violence, neither mistreatment or play with feelings as toy. But fellowship, respect and caring a soul for many moments, even on the bad ones...

Now, like his wife, he was completely hungry for that woman. His lips touched against her neck where he gave soft sucks, but keeping the all care to not hurt. Sex never involved pain. He sat on bed but still holding her with caring and delicacy. Once again, he wanted her to share more stares, looks and souls.

"Jimmy... what are you planning...?" She asked, trying to look innocent. He just smiled in response and holding her hands, both removed her nightgow' straps, revealing her soft and fragile breasts. He wants that delicate body to feel the warmth and safety feeling against his hairy and buffy chest. James held Suzanne carefully and hugged her very tighty, enough to connect their hearts' beatings and during this act, she've closed her eyes and touched her nose against his neck and ears. With the same caring, she bites the ear to turn on his motivation and kissed his cheeks to get him on her command. Suzanne removed completely her nightgow, throwing it close from the desk, staying completely on natural form in front from her husband. She knew how James always had a weakeness about her body and she doesn't want neither the stupid insecurity to ruin it.

Their bodies were completely hot, sweaty but yet, smelling like honey and roses. James couldn't hold anymore, it was his last limit and then, he slowly removed his pajamas' pants and left it to floor, next from bed and this where the action finally starts.

With his harder tool, he plug it carefully inside to Suzanne. And then, she starts to repeat the up-n-down moves while sitting between his thights, Suzanne and James held themselves very tighter until like they turned into one. On hot and burning passion, the couple shared more deep kisses like two hungry and wild animals on fire. His hands slid and touched to all her skin, still reminding to not hurt her. Rolling the right hand from her back until he stopped to her butt and it held very firm, Suzanne couldn't not smile when he always did that - it made her feel so secure and confident about herself. God, how grateful she was for meeting that man that always made her feel like a woman. Now that she would never leave that man away from her arms. And rubbing their backs, holding their love for each other, Suzanne felt more thirsty and repeated the same move faster, both wanted to scream with all their organs but they still needed to make sure to their babies don't wake up to those "noises".

To help to not lose the pleasure even on control, James kissed his woman similar to which he imagined while reading Shakesperian romances in secret, which made Suzanne to get more hot and satisfied to all these touches.

"Oh, my pretty boy."

"Owner of my heart. And only of my heart." She smiled and kissed his lips while they laid slowly, now with his hands playing between her thights and massaging her "personal area''. Suzanne held her arms against his neck, allowing him to lick and kiss all her breasts.

"Oh, please. Keep it, love. They're all yours." She've always loved to feel those tender lips giving sweet kisses to her breasts, making it so harder as rocks.

"Jimmy.... I can't anymore.." His fingers were playing inside her.

"Hold on, sweetheart.." Noticing about how wet and hot she've felt, he took again his tool and put inside slowly and then, James held her hands and made the movement faster for like more fifty minutes. It was so faster, but too burning that like his wife, both freed all their internal water until their bodies felt completely empty and then, Suzanne and James felt tired and relieved.

But now, their expressions were genuinely satisfied and full of happiness beyond their smiles.

"Whoa, Jimmy..." He smiled, how much he smiled with all excitement.

"You were wonderful, baby. But really wonderful." He kissed her forehead. Suzanne stole him another kiss from her romantic husband.

"I think I had never loved someone too much as I do for you." And these words were enough to make the man to tear and keeping so happy about his love for her.

"Same to me, baby." And the couple shared another deep kiss until they finally started to sleep. Suzanne turned the lights off and the couple rested together. With James hugging Suzanne and hiding his face against her hair until the blonde moved slowly to hid her face against his neck and chest. And during the sleep, she also hugged her husband very stronger.

The End.

#black-october-blog #suzanne jones #james carter #hot romance

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Ok, ok, I'm gonna set aside that chapter ending for a bit so that I'm able to talk about the parts before it even though it has me in a very tight grip right now fdkhjgkjh

Just hrrrrrrrrr, so many thoughts where to even start!!! AHHHHH

Ok first of all, the first night! We get to see the perspective of the boys! They really were just about to go for a random human huh? Which I mean makes sense, but that would have been so very absolutely bad because while in the other hunter's case they could have claimed self-defense (very loosely as one, in the position of the hunter, could argue they didn't have to go that far), in this case would have literally just been, well, murder. From a demonic perspective it was perfectly reasonable of course! They DID seek out any animal prey first, and finding none, it was their one option left. But from a human perspective? Literally no different than any of the other monsters y/n has been hunting to protect innocent people. Little Reid will never know how his presence actually saved the people travelling with him.

And omg the kid! The sacred rules intrigue me more and more! The knowledge that he was in danger and lost was enough to make their growing hunger almost completely ignorable. As long as they hadn't found him they focused so intently on him and nothing else. Of course, the hunger was bad enough that they were still constantly aware of it, but it amazes me, because we see that later in the chapter they even fear being tempted by y/n's heart.

But ahhh, ok, getting back on track before I jump too much around, oof! That next morning was rough. Y/n already struggles so badly with their own self doubt, and obviously the one course of action the boys could take to not be discovered (or delay the hurt that came the next night anyway), was to latch onto that and make y/n belief they were tricking themselves which oof, oof, oof. I love the boys but yikes they do deserve to feel guilty for that one, because they at the same time made y/n feel guilty for doubting them.

AND then the next night! Oh boy, oh boy! I was actually wondering if the rake had no heartbeat, which I think this confirmed it doesn't, with Sun and Moon actively scanning for it. The night before they would not have noticed out of being too busy with Reid, (since they also didn't notice y/n's own when it spiked in fear), but this one? When filled with rage and scared that they could have returned to a corpse, and HUNGRY? I don't think they would have missed it, so I'm guessing it's kind of like the vampires that have it but it doesn't beat. Or it does but it produces no sound? Since the creature itself seems to not make a sound in general hmmm.

Oh and Naff! The foreshadowing with the bear traps was so clever! When they were mentioned again I didn't think of it much, but then I was like "huh funny that they've come up ag- WAIT A MINUTE, COULD IT BE?" And then it was!! Ahhh!! I like how once again we can see how smart and capable the hunter is. They are sick and very weak, but learned quickly from the last night and knew not to look at those eyes. They got a hit in, tried to get to the salt (which not a bad idea! and I have a feeling it will come up again too hehe), and then they manged to make a plan on the spot to lure the rake into the bear traps! Clever heart, indeed!

And then! What a brutal death for that cryptid! Honestly, all the others should be grateful (well, except doppleganger XD) that it was the hunter getting to them, because Sun and Moon do not hold back, especially knowing how close this one was to killing them. And gosh, y/n got to see every detail in that killing. They were horrified even when the thing was about to kill them. The glimpse at the demonic cryptid and now knowing it's the same one they thought they saw before? I can see a great deal of paranoia in the future days, which only combines now with what's happening with Sun and Moon.

(Sidenote: "Eclipses the gray fog" hehe, I see what you did there~ )

The relief of them being safe was so brief, because that following conversation was going to be hard yes or yes. Gosh, just, the plead for them to not be scared? Killed me. Instantly. They know they were seen. They know this fear, when everything is safe, is due to them. And now there is no hunger to distract from that little fact. And then the hurt, the disappointment. All around.

They were caught in a lie. As much as it was not a verbal lie, the insinuation that they didn't leave was clear as day. The making them believe that they were being ridiculous was clear as day. And they might be too sick to reflect on that now, but oof, it's right there for them to see. And it's a valid thing for y/n to push! The care has always been clearly mutual, but not the trust. From their perspective they have bared themselves to the boys, letting them in in so many ways, so from their perspective they are being shut out. And now they inevitably think it's because of something about them. Not proving themselves as trustworthy, and now Sun and Moon assuring it's not the case, and then immediately not providing a better explanation, while just having been caught tricking them will not be very credible.

And now y/n is afraid. Afraid their love for the boys is more one-sided than they thought, because even when asking if they won't ever leave (meaning for good), the boys can't promise they won't (because they might have to leave briefly again), and it hurts them so badly, it hurts them they aren't apparently trustworthy in the boys eyes and it's enough to not want them at their side through the night even when their presence has helped them emotionally and through the fever! And the boys can do nothing to reassure them, because it's either straining their relationship, or potentially losing them forever.

And hhhhh, when they ask if y/n wants them to leave! And they say no, but with how exact words are for them, the addition of there being something dangerous out there might imply to them the answer would be yes if not for the hypothetical threat! And that must hurt a lot too! And they are feeling rejected, and the last nights they couldn't allow themselves to be nearby and now that there is no pressing issue that would make them leave, they aren't welcome to be close and ahhhhh

My last thought is that now y/n is sad, and sick and will likely have night terrors for a good while, having felt the terror of a demonic so nearby again, thinking themselves so surely dead, but now the boys will be unwelcomed to help, at least these first few nights I think D:

Oooough, my heart hurts, I am eating this angst, it's just SO FREAKING GOOD!!

Excellent chapter Naff, 10 broken hearts out of 10 would cry again! </3

I'm so excited for what's to come! :D

Chaotik I am eating up this entire ask I just ahhhhh!!!! *rattles you affectionately*

There is so much I want to touch on but, especially that, yeah, the boys are making a lot of terrible decisions, not only for themselves but for Y/N's well-being and their relationship, but it's funny what fear will have you do, huh?

Thank you so much for reading and for all of your beautiful thoughts, babe ♥ ♥ ♥

#i'm excited for what's too come too hehehe #cryptid sightings #chaotikanvas #cryptid sightings spoilers

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who-knew-a-sheep-can-write · 18 days

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Playing Daddy: Ignis Scientia x Fem!Reader (NSFW)

Contains: Daddy kink, spanking, bondage

“I do not like that stunt you pulled today, kitten,” he growled in your ear.

“And what stunt was that?”

Your lips were curled in a cheshire smile, your eyes full of mischief.

“All to get you to rush home, Ig-”

“Whatever you want, daddy.”

You knew Ignis was a kinky man - in secret of course (although Gladio could sniff it out of him without even thinking) - but you didn’t think about this being one of his kinks.

Ignis grabbed at your ankle and dragged you closer to him until your knees were drifting off of the bed.

“I’m sorry, daddy.”

“You should be. Now strip.”

You flushed at the order. Ignis was never this demanding. Seeing him take complete charge sparked something deep inside of you.

He stood there, watching your every move, not moving from where he stood until you were butt naked on the mattress.

“You’re not going to make me put it on?”

Ignis shook his head slowly, only continued to dig through the drawer until he found what he was looking for.

Ignis stalked towards you again, unraveling the ribbon as he came closer to you.

“Now be a good girl and show me your wrists,” he demanded.

Ignis then dropped the remaining spool and scissors onto the ottoman by the foot of the bed and stood there, looking over his work.

“You’re just going to tie me up and have your way with me then, daddy?” you teased.

“Oh no, my dear, I am going to punish you.” “Punish me?” You threw your eyebrows up. “Punish me how?”

“Now, my little minx, how many spankings do you think you deserve for being so slutty to daddy?”

“How many do you wanna give me, sir?” you smiled coyly against the sheets.

You cried out as he suddenly spanking you with his hand and not the belt, your asscheek sparking with pain.

“Would you like to try that again?”

“I’m sorry daddy.”

“That’s better.” He shifted the belt in his grasp. “For that, it will be fifteen. You are to count, and if you mess up or stumble, we’re starting over.”

Crack! You cried out as the pleather smacked against your asscheeks. You whimpered out “one” as Ignis hummed in content. You could feel your loins on fire, your cheeks were ablaze.

Crack! You panted, this time it was higher on your ass, just as the curve started. You muttered out a pitiful “two” as he kept going.

Crack! You were practically dripping at the point as you bit into the sheets and whispered “three” just loud enough for him to hear it.

Four… five… six…

Every snap and crack of his belt on your ass was in different spots. On the bottom of your ass, along your crack, towards you flanks.

Seven… eight… nine…

You were making lewd noises with every snap against your flesh. Your ass was on fire, your back was aching from the odd angle you were in with your arms below you and your knees tucked.

Ten… eleven… twelve…

Thirteen… Fourteen…

Crack! “Fifteen” you whined out. You sobbed softly, your body wracking with heaves as you finally rested.

Ignis gave you a moment, putting away the belt and the spool of ribbon before coming back to rub a calm hand on your beating ass.

You heard the jingle of Ignis’ belt buckle coming undone. You glanced behind to see him quickly trying to take it off as he toed off his dress shoes.

“Ignis-”

“You are not going anywhere else tonight, kitten, and you best plan to call in sick tomorrow. You’re not going to be walking well for the next few days.”

His pants draped to the floor with his underwear as he stalked towards you.

#final fantasy xv #ffxv #ignis scientia #ignis x reader

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orpheustiel · 1 year

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Dean and Castiel are Orpheus and Eurydice - a post

*It's not a perfect comparison. There are things each of these characters go through that they don't share with anyone.

**Also, its not a Orpheus is Castiel and Dean is Eurydice post - Cas shares things with both Orpheus and Eurydice, as does Dean.

***This is about Hadestown, but can be read if you know the original Greek Myth.

The stories (Supernatural and Hadestown) they come from are about gods and men.

Orpheus was a boy "touched by the gods themselves", very similarly to Dean, who is the protagonist of God's (Chuck's) story and Michael's Sword.

Eurydice was a "hungry young girl, a runaway from everywhere she'd ever been. She was no stranger to the world, no stranger to the wind." Likewise, Cas and Dean never fit the place they were supposed to. Cas is a rebel, he always tries to go against the narrative, which made so he couldn't fully be anything (not a human, but not completely an angel, working with the Winchester and hiding things from them). Dean is the same - too soft for a hunter, too rough for domestic life. He didn't have a home for most of his life, and, like Eurydice, was no stranger to the world, no stranger to the wind.

Before meeting Orpheus, Eurydice was alone, and said "people turn on you just like the wind, everybody is a fair weather friend. In the end, you're better off alone." If this isn’t StandfordEra!Dean, I don't know what it is.

The experience of being alone and hungry (and I mean real hunger, having nothing to eat or money to buy it) is something Eurydice, Cas and Dean share.

Eurydice is also hungry for touch. For interaction. For affection. For connecting with people. For being taken care of. For having someone to share a life with. Dean and Cas go through something very similar, wanting to get closer to each other and to others but hiding it inside to not be vulnerable or believing they can't have it.

Orpheus' mother was a muse who abandoned him, and Castiel's father is a god who abandoned the world (and him).

Orpheus was naive, impulsive, driven by what he believed to be right, even if that meant making a few sacrifices - he saw beauty in the world and had a different "way of seeing things". Cas shows all of those behaviors, not understanding how humans work exactly, but being infected by their thoughts and feelings in such a way that he was described to be "in love with humanity", rebelling and becoming able to make choices for himself.

When Orpheus first approaches Eurydice, he is blunt, behaves in an unexpected way and turns her world around by showing her his singing can create life (a flower). When Cas first meets Dean (in a vessel), he gets too close to Dean physically and emotionally and turns his world upside down by telling him he is worth saving and has a purpose for Heaven.

You can see Dean and Cas meeting to the sound of "Come Home With Me" (from the scene Orpheus and Eurydice meet), by destielsevermore, here.

Castiel tells Dean that if he follows Heaven's plan, they'll save the world. Orpheus told Eurydice that spring will come again when he sings the songs he's writing - and thus, saving the world from the freezing winter.

Orpheus and Eurydice parallel the love story between Hades and Persephone. In SPN, Dean and Cas cas be paralleled to other couples on the story - like Cain and Collete, Ishim and Lily, Sam and Ruby, Sam and Eileen and even John and Mary.

Even though Dean was never truly alone, because he always had to take care of Sam (and his parents), he surely can emphatise with Eurydice in the romantic love side of things, when she says "I was alone so long, I didn't even know that I was lonely. Out in the cold so long, I didn’t even know that I was cold. Turned my collar to the wind, this is how it's always been" - but, when they meet Cas and Orpheus, they have someone who fills that part for them.

Likewise, Orpheus said "I don't know how or why or who am I that I should get to hold you. But when I saw you all alone against the sky, it's like I’d known you all along. I knew you before we met and I don’t even know you yet. All I know is you're someone I have always known." which is pretty much how Cas feels about Dean.

Orpheus and Eurydice promised to stay with each other forever - Dean and Cas didn't, but always expected the other to be around.

While Orpheus worked on his song to bring back spring, he didn't notice anything around him, focused on the mission, he loses the chance to save Eurydice. Cas says he "would never look beyond the plan. And then, of course, when it all came crashing down, [he] found [himself] lost."

Hell in Hadestown is a place of relentless repetition and meaningless work. Eurydice worked for Hell and Orpheus made a deal with it. In the end of Supernatural, Dean comes to the realisation that his work has been meaningless, because he's been merely a pawn on Chuck's story, which made him fight the same kind of adversaries again and again, never getting out.

Hadestown/Hell can also be paralleled with SPN's Heaven, as it's workers are intrusted to blindly follow orders and never look up.

Hungrier than ever, Eurydice found herself loosing faith in Orpheus and giving in. Similarly, Dean and Cas find themselves in need to get away from each other a few times during the story, giving in to anger and fear.

Finding herself choiceless, Eurydice made a deal with Hades. Cas makes a deal with Crowley in season 6, betraying Dean, because he thought it was the only choice he had to get to his objective.

Making a deal that kills you and not telling your loved one? Sounds like Cas and Eurydice.

Orpheus goes to hell to save Eurydice. Castiel saves Dean from hell.

Let me know if I should complete the list with moments from Hadestown's second act and feel free to add more!

#hadestownatural #hadestown #supernatural #destiel #destiel meta #dean winchester #castiel #orpheus and eurydice #dean #cas #deancas #words

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hillbillyoracle · 1 year

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One of the reasons I really dislike how secularism is becoming the default basis in spiritual communities is that it tends make this idea that spirituality is based on the material the foundation of all conversations.

Because if you’re secular, it has to go that way to some degree. If you posit that there is only what you can discern with your senses and what we call the spiritual is an abstraction of the material, then you set yourself up to do a few things:

One, treat the spiritual as superfluous and nonessential since it is secondary to the material.

Two, convince yourself there is a purely material basis for your experiences even when you’re confronted with ones that definitely aren’t.

Three, generally be dismissive of spiritual traditions as superstitious, dated, or even bad/dangerous for putting the spiritual - that which you think is secondary - first.

Four, treat material traditions of knowledge seeking - read: largely modern and predominantly influenced by Western thought - as superior to other modes of experimentation - read: older, non Western traditions.

And the result tends to be people trying to scrub spiritual traditions clean of their spiritual nature but then they wonder why their practices feel empty and don’t make them feel as good as they once did. And they chalk it up to it being “opiate of the masses” or the result of a worldview they can’t believe in.

And it’s like no. You’re a spiritual being. You have spiritual needs.

I’m not talking necessarily about “morality” here. I’m talking about hungers that to try to put into words would only impede one’s ability to tend to them. They are, at least a little bit, ineffable. Probably because language does come second to humans. Human language definitionally requires humans in the first place in order to be. But the spiritual doesn’t.

And it’s the same as ignoring the material. You can not eat all you like but you’ll be worse for wear. You can get so hungry that you only subsist on the rinse water of pots after they’ve been scraped clean but it will never replace food. You’ll never be able to function like you did when you ate your fill.

And the community suffers as a result. Imagine if everyone in your town started drinking broth once in a while instead of eating, if everyone treated that as completely normal and people who ate food were the weird ones. Things would start to break down. And you can see that where community cannibalize themselves through discourse wars in part because they’re so damn hungry for truth and direction - components of a spiritual life.

So, what’s the answer? I don’t have one honestly. I would ask at bare minimum that people not take secularism as the default in spiritual communities. Respect the spiritual part. Don’t assume everyone is working from a material-first mentality.

For people this resonates with - I don’t ask you believe any particular thing. But I do ask you to be resolutely open to the idea that the spiritual at least co-arises with the material. I get it, the spiritual proceeding it can be a bit much so that’s fine. But at least be open to the idea that it doesn’t arise second to humans.

After all, even by material modes of understanding, the spiritual can’t be quantified so it can’t really be ruled out. Just...take it on a theory. One way the world might work. Embrace the uncertainty. See if that helps mitigate some of the internal resistance to your own spiritual needs and experiences.

#spirituality #witchblr

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I got up and decided that today I would start the week on a good foot by going to get some vitamins that we ran out of, which would give me some exercise, and then I'd come home and write (an overdue project) for the second half of the day. I put on contact lenses so I could wear sunglasses and also see things, which I hadn't done in a long time and I noticed that just looking at my phone through them gave me motion sickness, but for some moronic reason I filled my bag with things to read and write on and left, only to wonder later why I was dumb enough to give myself so much useless shit to schlep around. I had been walking for about an hour when I realized I forgot my wallet. I realized this because I had worn my newly repaired shoes and they were wearing blisters in both my feet, and sometimes there's a bandaid in my wallet because I'm such a fucking disaster, but I hadn't had the brains to make sure I had bandaids this time. I got angry with myself and headed home to change my shoes, put on bandaids, pick up my wallet, and start over. Half way home I fucking walked into a store and tried to fucking buy something despite that fact that I shouldn't be spending any money AND the whole point of this part of the journey was getting my wallet. I was so embarrassed that I made the person hold the item for me while I promised to come back instead of just saying SORRY NEVERMIND like I should have. I got home, grabbed my wallet, put on bandaids, changed my shoes, and went back to the store. Immediately both bandaids wadded themselves up into little sweaty dirty garbage pebbles that ground themselves into the open sores on my feet. I bought my stupid thing and thought that I didn't want to go home because I don't want anyone to look at me or talk to me at this point, but I ran into my husband who asked me to pick up coffee for him while he lugged our laundry around. I did this (the only positive thing I have accomplished all day), vaguely explained to him that I could not get us our vitamins because I'm just not competent to do something like that, and went back out, failing to replace the unsanitary bandaid tumbleweeds in my shoes. I had also forgotten to take out my contacts, which I wound up doing in a grimy bar bathroom while trying not to cry. I got a beer for lunch and thought about how even if I go home now, I won't be able to set up my work and do enough refocusing and warmup shit in order to make real progress on anything important. I won't have time to do anything other than clean the kitchen in order to (barely) earn the food that someone else has to cook for me because every time I try to contribute to our meals it leaves us both disgusted and hungry. None of these mistakes of mine are dramatic, but they are relentless and over days and weeks and years they develop the cumulative impact of a tsunami. Being stupid and incompetent can literally take years off your life, if you can never get past step one then you can never do anything of value. This is my every day, and every time someone tries to diagnose my various crimes as innocent aberrant mistakes I have to say THEN WHY IS EVERY DAY LIKE THIS and then they get to dismiss me like I'm not worth hearing from because society treats depressed people like we're either pathological liars or completely detached from reality. This repeated experience has made me paranoid as well as depressed and now I live like some conspiracy theorist desperately cataloging my every mistake on an obscure blog as if some day I will get the opportunity to show someone all my documentation and they'll be forced to admit that only I am the expert on my own life and I actually have a right to my feelings. Unfortunately, even a beautiful day like today will not turn out to be that day.

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☕️ + the overlords

“Going to have to be specific on which ones you mean there, darling. Practically every demon that is considered some form of the highest ruling class could be technically considered an Overlord, me most of all. Ah, but I assume you initially meant the ones up in the Pride ring? Well, I won’t talk about all of them, or else we would be here until the heat death of the universe, so I’ll just talk about the ones that currently have the most amassed power under their belts…

“First I suppose is the V trio, as I’ve heard they’re called, though I suppose the Triple V’s are similarly apt. Quite the trio they are. Thick as thieves and twice as cut-throat, enough that were I less than the being I am now, I would be highly cautious about crossing paths with them. But seeing as they pose no threat, I can’t help but find their alliance to be quite impressive, adorable, even. As for the members themselves…Well, let’s just say I find them intriguing for more than a few reasons.”

“Valentino, my my, isn’t he just the absolutely spitting image of a man completely corrupted by sin. Practically drips from his every pore, a horrid soul that commits horrible violence and wicked blasphemy as easily as if it were breathing. Ahhh, it’s almost enough to make my cold dead heart flutter in my chest a little. Of course…There is such a thing as an ego that can grow a bit too fat if it gorges itself too much. And with all of the ways he surrounds himself with nothing but his own riches and boundless hedonism, I dare say it borders on narcissism. And we all know how that tale ends, hm?”

“Vox, now that’s a runner-up I never saw coming. After the events of 1933 came and went, understandably, the whole power structure of sinners within the ring far and wide had all but collapsed, and there was nothing left to fill that void. A total power vacuum, and it was devouring thousands of ambitious, power hungry souls looking to obtain the prestige and privilege of Overlord status as it grew, like a black hole devouring a star whole. One would expect Vox to be swallowed up in the current of backstabbings, gun fights, coups and gang wars that were sweeping through the cities like a plague, and yet the man somehow managed to flourish. I’m not quite sure what had him gain such an edge, exactly. If there’s a tactical genius behind that screen or if his powers of electrical prowess merely gave him an indomitable edge with the power of technology rapidly evolving as it was. Either way, the whole of the Pride Ring has him to thank for their television broadcasts, their lights, their phones, and it is quite the effective choke hold when it comes to keeping lower powers in line. Wouldn’t want to be responsible for mass blackouts and the total collapse of the entire ring’s electrical structure, hm?”

“Velvet, that tricky little thing. I’ll admit, she amuses me more than she should. I don’t know if it’s her harlequin appearance that causes her to win brownie points in my book, or if her bubbly charm reminds me of my own daughter, but I’ve kept an eye on her for a while now. Some say she’s just a puppet, a mere facsimile of a overlord that cozeyed up to the other two V’s with a bat of her eyelashes and a smile, keen on using their attraction to her to bolster herself up to their level like a leech. Some think that she’s secretly the strongest out of all of them and is the one most responsible for running the show behind closed doors. Me? Well. All I know is that she’s quite the sharp one, despite her almost disarming appearance. She dances like a puppet, but really, it’s her who pulls her own strings, and who knows how many others she has within her grasp.”

“Now, onto the other ones that have managed to garner my attention…Rosie. Heheh. Sweet Rosie, leader of her own little private colony of Cannibals within the Pentagram. I have to admit, I applaud her tenacity when it comes to being able to make such a wonderfully self-sufficient little section of an entire city as her own turf, especially one that she rules over with such an air of tact and cunning business acumen. A smile on her face that speaks of how she’s willing to grant you anything of what you may desire, but also one that displays the vicious pleasure she’ll take in tossing you into a bubbling cauldron of stew should you find a way to displease her. Granted, I imagine other sinners that live near the colony don’t exactly feel the same when confronted with the ceaseless agony of having your stomach ripped open and your guts being eaten alive by a swarm of rabid cannibals, but hey, it isn’t like they keep that part of their group a secret, now do they?”

“And finally…Alastor. The Radio Demon. What can I say about him that hasn’t already been said? It’s quite the conundrum, as I’m sure you can imagine. I will, however say that I have had quite the fun time, keeping my eye on him. His power, his way of messing and manipulating and toying with his chosen prey before finding ways to ruin them forever or devouring them alive is quite the spectacle. There’s a certain…delight there, that’s only brought about by those who truly have evil hearts, and it’s enough to make my own interest more than piqued. I enjoy seeing what he may be planning on next. Though I will admit…the thought of him getting anywhere close to my daughter…Well…Let’s just say I’ll be keen on having a discussion with him then.”

#lucifer morningstar #your king has arrived (ic)#ask meme #v trio #valentino #velvet #hazbin vox #alastor #rosie hazbin hotel

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