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cliffdivingsblog · 7 months

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Day 1 Wind (Ainulindalë)

Pairing: Varda x Melkor

Prompt: Rarepair

CW: Void sex, crazy shapeshifting shenanigans, enemies-to-lovers, murderous thoughts, infidelity (if you follow canon)

Incinerate

A slightly different take on Varda‘s and Melkor‘s relationship during the Years of the Lamps.

Melkor hates his brother‘s wife and queen like no other. Or doesn’t he?

A dark Varda/Melkor romance.

He does not try to kill her the first time they venture into the Void together. Nor the second. Or the third.

He tells himself it is cunning that makes him bide his time. Even Manwë with his unending capacity to forgive him will be hard-pressed to forget the murder of his bride. He has to make sure there is no suspicion. That everyone believes this is only a tragic accident.

And it definitely has nothing to do with the fact that for some inexplicable reason he starts to enjoy these excursions. The two of them in spirit form, racing through the endless darkness of the Void next to each other, following every flicker of light to find something new and exciting.

At first Varda is tentative, staying close by his side, but soon she rivals him in daring, not even daunted by the storms of lightning and magic that use to pass through the Void without warning nor by the Abyss, the deepest and darkest part of this place that holds danger even for their kind.

Contrary to the first impression, the Void is not empty. There is life here, chaotic and wild, often frighteningly horrendous, sometimes achingly beautiful, never as ordered and perfect as the creations the One has planned for Arda.

When they find something especially fascinating they tend to take corporeal form, a physical body more able to take in new experiences, both of them enjoying the opportunity to share their thoughts out loud.

To Melkor‘s surprise Varda meets it all with overflowing excitement, her wild laugh ringing out again and again, her eyes shining with hunger for more, always more, her spirit thrumming with an oddly endearing eagerness.

If he is honest to himself he likes going into the Void with her more than without her after some time. There is a strange allure in sharing this with her, in not being alone for once.

She challenges him. Always asking questions, always disputing his opinion on things, always goading him into going farther out. He does not wonder any more what about Varda caught his brother‘s attention.

She is not like the others. A brightly burning flame among dim, flickering lights.

A pity she has to die.

The day the perfect opportunity to kill her presents itself, starts like many others before. They float on the turbulent currents of magic and darkness, sometimes chasing each other, sometimes drifting lazily, until something catches their eye. A splash of red, vivid amid the endless monotony of the Void.

Varda is beside it in moments, her own fiery hair rivaling the beautiful flower she bends over as she takes corporeal form, her white dress flowing in the breeze, nearly glowing amid the shadows.

A little squeal escapes her when the dark red petals of the flower close with surprising speed, snapping at her curious fingers, exposing sharp, previously hidden barbs.

“How ingenious,” Varda exclaims, already laughing again. “Drawing in prey with its beauty only to devour it.” She throws a look at him over her shoulder, silver eyes twinkling. “What do you think it hunts?”

“The careless,” Melkor answers absentmindedly, his gaze on the dark horizon. There is a sudden heaviness in the air, the first warning of an incoming storm.

“We need to leave,” he calls out to Varda, stepping a few paces away, his eyes narrowing as he sees lightning strike down much too close for comfort, unfettered magic sizzling in the air.

“Just one more moment,” Varda answers, her eyes still on the flower, unaware of the danger behind her.

“Barâdâz!” Melkor’s voice is sharp as he tries to get her attention. Too late.

The magic hits with merciless speed. A growling wave of power and darkness rolling over them with unrelenting force. Melkor reacts on pure instinct, having experienced and survived this a few times before, changing his hands to claws, burying them deep into the ground to anchor himself.

Varda barely has time to cry out in surprise and then the storm picks her up as if she weighs nothing, red hair and white dress fluttering wildly. In her panic she immediately changes back into her spirit form to escape.

It’s the absolute worst thing she could do. Her powers are caught up in the chaotic miasma of the magic storm, rendering her completely helpless as she is dragged along at a breakneck speed. Towards the looming darkness of the Abyss.

Melkor tears after her without thought, first on all too slow mortal legs and then with a frustrated snarl in spirit form as well, despite the danger, something akin to horror pounding through him.

Shift! He sends to her again and again, receiving no answer but paralyzing fear and terror. Curse it you have to shift back!

But somehow she must have heard him because she is falling, falling towards the Abyss in a blur of red and white, her scream cutting through the air even in the wild cacophony of the storm.

He crashes back into his physical form immediately, one hand grabbing the black, jagged stone at the edge of the Abyss, not caring how it cuts into his flesh, his other hand reaching for Varda desperately.

By some divine mercy it is just enough, his fingers closing around hers, bringing her to a jarring hold.

He strains against the force of the dark vortex underneath her, threatening to pull her in. Even he does not know what the Abyss really is, but he knows one thing: nothing can exist in there, its power so chaotic and untamed even beings like them would be dissolved into nothingness, returning to the beginning of creation.

Varda’s hand starts to slip out of his.

Their eyes meet. He can see her desperation, the silver wild and filled with fear.

And he realizes he only has to do nothing. He only has to do nothing and she will be gone forever.

He will be free of her.

Please. It is not more than a whisper, resounding through his mind endlessly, her gaze never leaving his, one single tear trailing down her cheek.

Somehow he cannot let go.

The Abyss tugs at her once more, trying to pull her out of his grip. With one thought his hands elongate into claws again, one burying into the rock above, the other sliding into soft flesh.

The scent of Varda’s blood fills the air, her face contorting in agony but her downward momentum is finally stopped. Melkor groans in exertion, ignoring her pained whimper, as he lifts her up to him with one powerful pull.

And then she is safe, the storm still whirling around them as she throws herself into his arms with a strangled sob the moment her feet are back on the ground. He heals her hand with a swift surge of power.

Varda might have taught him to hate. But Melkor taught her to fear, her silvery eyes wide, her breath quick and shallow, a delectable tremble wrecking her body as she clings to him, the only solid thing in the maelstrom of darkness, as his arms close around her in a cruel mockery of comfort.

He nearly destroyed her. Nearly extinguished her light forever.

It is what he wanted, what he planned, but now he has come so close to his goal, the thought of her gone from Eä fills him with an unnamed terror, his breathing as affected as hers as he holds her to him tightly, as if the moment he lets go she will be lost forever.

He never knows if it is him or her who moves first.

If she tilts her face up to find his lips or if he bends his head to claim hers.

(It is him that bends - it is always him - but he needs at least some illusions to preserve his pride.)

He is drawn to her light, to her warmth, like some pitiful, lonely creature to the fire in the night, uncaring that it will devour him.

There is one breathless moment of anticipation, of swirling shadows, flickering lights and mounting need.

And then her lips meet his.

Part of him is expecting the touch to burn but the feeling is oddly mundane, warm flesh against flesh until she gasps and lets him into the wet cavern of her mouth.

Their lips slide against each other first tentatively and then more and more eagerly, until there is nothing else but this. The way he conquers her mouth thoroughly, each movement both precise and passionate as if he wants to explore every minuscule part of her, his tongue tangling with hers, meeting her fervor with equal fierceness, their teeth scraping against each other, her taste, sweet and sharp and utterly addicting.

Melkor forgets it all. His hate for her, his anger at his brother, his plan to dispose of her, the fact that the storm around them has calmed.

He exists only in this moment. In her touch.

It is wonderful. Perfect.

And then she steps back, breath still unsteady, her body quivering but for very different reasons now.

Her hands are as steady as her gaze though as she divests him off his clothes, as she sheds her own like a last line of defense, leaving her light-filled skin bare and gleaming, as she pulls him down, his hands reaching for her eagerly.

The ground is covered in a dark, clinging mud this deep in the Void, empty of everything but the potential to become something.

Later Melkor is slightly disgusted by it all, how they lose control, fornicating in that mud like some base animals, clawing and biting at each other in a mad frenzy, mindless of anything but the urge to fulfill this burning need to feel alive, to merge their very being until there is no telling where one ends and the other begins.

But then it is glorious.

Both of them descend into a maelstrom of sensations, so consuming they shift through dozens of forms unconsciously. A sharp beak nips at his ear, the flap of mighty wings tangles her long, fiery hair, curved claws rake over his skin, a furry tail wraps firmly around her shapely calf.

It is many ages later he understands the irony of the form they both decide on in the end as if by some unspoken agreement, soft mortal flesh, so terribly fragile but also so warm, so receptive to every touch.

With this form comes the instinct what to do, the urge to spread her legs for him, the urge to claim her in the most primal way possible. He quickly learns there is unimaginable pleasure in this. The incredible feeling of pushing inside her, a need to do so again and again, a need that builds and builds until it is close to painful.

Which is only right because has not Varda‘s mere existence always brought him pain?

Why should she stop doing so now?

Read the whole fic (and the more explicit continuation of this scene in chapter 2) on AO3:

@silmsmutweek has inspired me to work on the sequel again 🎉🎉🎉

#silmsmutweek #varda x melkor #silm smut #melkor x varda #rarepair #ao3 fanfic #void sex #shapeshifting #Morgoth x Varda #varda x Morgoth

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texaschainsawmascara · 2 months

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Jemima Kirke & Paz de la Huerta

high school circa 2001-2005 / 2013

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cuubism · 4 months

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@prismaluv I promised an actual eon ago that I would write something for Dream and Desire, and here it is, though I fear I haven't landed exactly where you were aiming for...

It has come to Dream’s attention that something is… wrong… in the Threshold.

It is not usually for him to take note of his siblings’ affairs. Particularly when said sibling is Desire. He would sooner let them wallow; perhaps it would teach them a lesson. But the malady, or irritation or scheme or whatever it may be is now seeping into the Dreaming, and so Dream must determine if it is intentional or not and what, depending on the answer, he must do about it.

The Threshold naturally shares a border with the Dreaming, for, to Dream’s chagrin, dreams and desires do find common or contested ground in love and ambition and other feelings besides. And those desirous dreams have been sickened. Corrupted. Dreamers see their lovers’ ravening maws and wake nauseous from what should have been visions of lovemaking; children’s songs curdle mockingly in their ears as light expands beyond joy beyond pain beyond burning. These dreams are not serving their purpose and Dream must put a stop to it.

“Sibling,” he calls, and receives no reply, but the Threshold allows him in, when he steps from the border of his realm into Desire’s.

The long pathways of Desire’s body are empty as ever. A mockery of blood vessels pumping nothing. Dream walks the known paths, alert in the silence, past the lungs with no breath, to the heart with no beating.

He steps into the curving chambers of that heart, the center of Desire’s power in the Threshold. His steps echo on the hard walls.

“Mmm,” comes Desire’s voice, slurred with malaise, echoing from deeper within, “come to gloat, have you, brother?”

“I have come to determine your purpose in poisoning my realm,” Dream says, following their voice. “I warned you not to toy with me again.”

Desire lets out a disgusted sigh. “Not everything I do is about you.”

“Recent events would suggest otherwise.” Dream finally reaches the central atrium of the Threshold’s heart. Desire is sprawled out on a chaise lounge, head pillowed on their arm. Their eyes are closed, their clothes wrinkled and ill-fitting, their hair lank. They appear to be wearing Despair’s ripped and stained jumper. Dream frowns.

“Go awayyyyy,” Desire complains. “Leave me to my misery.”

“What afflicts you?” Dream asks, standing over them. “Or are you simply experiencing remorse for your crimes, at long last?”

“‘Afflicts’,” Desire mutters, mockingly. “I am being persecuted and abused. Abandoned. Wasting away in apathy.”

Dream sits delicately on the arm of a chair by their side. If there truly is something wrong, and Desire is not just being melodramatic, or trying to annoy him, then they must take action. He will not allow the Dreaming to be harmed. “I fail to see how it could be persecution and abandonment at once.”

“Have you not seen them, Dream?” Desire complains, finally cracking one bleary golden eye open to look up at him.

“Seen whom?” Dream asks, with what he thinks is admirable patience.

“The people! Nobody wants anything. Not in a way that matters. Oh, it’s too easy. It’s too easy to take shortcuts. They don’t understand desire anymore.” Desire clutches their heart dramatically.

“I have not the faintest clue what you are talking about,” Dream says.

“I am a starving and bottomless mouth,” Desire tells him, looking up at him with both shining eyes now. “See, my teeth.” They bare their teeth at him. Their incisors are very sharp.

“I am aware of this.”

“And they think they can feed me with tiny little candies like a yapping chihuahua that’ll finally shut up. They’re poisoning me. They’re starving me. They’re glutting themselves on whatever makes the brain chemmies go weeweeweeweewoo for a second and look— look.” They drag down the hem of Despair’s jumper, peel back a layer of skin. Under it is not flesh, nor blood, but void, an expanding, hungry, agonized void. Dream stares into it, alarmed.

Desire lets their ‘skin’ snap back into place. “What does it even mean, Dream?” they ask rhetorically. “Nothing. It is all fleeting. Nothing deep about it. No one yearns, Dream. No one YEARNS!”

This is said in a despairing wail. Cautiously, Dream pets their hair.

“You crave deep and abiding wants and there is a glut of trivialities and distractions,” he summarizes, and they nod, teary. “Would it appease you if I removed all memory of mobile phones from the face of the earth?”

It doesn’t appease them, but it does make them laugh. Desire laughs, choked and teary, clutching at his hand. “God, I forgot that you’re actually funny when you’re not trying to be.”

It is strange, after all that has transpired, to have what could be considered a civil conversation. Dream still does not forgive them for anything they have done, and perhaps never will, but he sees, for a moment, a much younger year, when they were, in a fashion, friends.

“Many deep desires live in dreams now, for they have little hope of fulfillment,” he says. “But these small morsels, candies as you say, these are not dreamt of, except perhaps in nightmares of eternal wasting. It is still what dwells deepest in the heart that drives dreaming.”

“Are you trying to tell me that I matter?” Desire bites, and Dream simply says—

“Yes.”

“Oh.” Desire seems genuinely disturbed; perhaps they really did think he came to revel in their misery. Perhaps Dream did. But one of his siblings struggling in their duty can only have ill effects on his dreamers, and on their waking selves besides. Dream would be incredibly remiss in not addressing it. Or so he tells himself is his reasoning.

“I do believe there are still fierce desires in this world, though perhaps they have become buried. Usurped,” he says. “Disconnected from the body which is, as I understand it, their rightful home. Though addressing this is not something with which I can aid you.”

The body of living creatures is far outside Dream’s purview, and not something he well understands, except as it manifests in dreams—of hope of change, of twisted horror, of curling heat. And even then, it is far from him.

“I can’t believe you’re giving me advice and it’s not just telling me to go fuck myself,” Desire says faintly. Dream begins to protest, but they continue, “Not that you’d ever use those words, Your Highness.”

“It serves no one if one of our realms is in disarray,” says Dream, and if there is a sharp point to it, a reminder of exactly the damage Desire had so carelessly wrought in Dream’s realm, all the better. “I cannot assist you in managing it, only offer the perspective of dreams. If it proves good counsel, then I will be glad.”

“If it proves good counsel,” Desire mutters. “Fuck you, you superior prick.”

But it is not as sharp and cutting as it might once have been.

Dream abruptly realizes his hand is still touching their hair, and removes himself. He stands, arranging his cloak around him.

“Well,” says Desire, craning their neck back to look up at him upside down, “you must be right on one count. Lingering about here is doing no good.” They stretch, arms above their head, spine cracking. “I suppose I will go stalk the outside world and see if I can’t stoke their desires from ember to inferno.”

“I am certain you can, if you feel that will achieve your aims,” Dream says. Desire’s ability to draw out human wants and push their pursuit is not in question, their mere presence in a space accomplishes that. Whether that will turn their charges away from passing, unsatisfying trinkets and to deeper pleasures is another matter. “Meanwhile, please withdraw your malaise from the borders of my realm. The small children are being hypnotized by dreams of meaningless drivel and it displeases me.”

“Should’ve known you wouldn’t like YouTube,” Desire sighs. They maneuver themselves to sitting in a slanted, tired lean. For a moment, the silence lingers, stretched between them like syrup.

Finally, growing uncomfortable but stiffening his spine, Dream says, “If you are not going to imminently fall apart and cause havoc, then I will take my leave.”

“I love how much you care,” says Desire, sarcastically. Then, tilting their head, “You do care. Just a little bit. Don’t you?”

Dream does not respond to this.

“You could have simply disentangled all your little dreams from my realm and instead you came to check on me,” they say, with glee, and Dream glares. And Desire, apparently sensing a fight, subsides.

“Always lovely when you come around, dear brother,” they say, reclining back against their chaise lounge, eyes glittering despite the neglected state of their form. “Do come again.”

“If you remedy your affairs, then I will not have to,” says Dream curtly, and steps backwards into the Dreaming.

Desire does so love to press buttons at moments when they have almost reached an accord. Desire, once his most loved sibling. Those days are gone now, and Dream does not see them coming back.

#desire versus the plague of phone addiction #desire yelling into the void: STOP PLAYING CANDY CRUSH AND GO HAVE MESSED UP SEX YOU WORTHLESS THINGS #desire of the endless #dream of the endless #my writing

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ivorysodapop · 4 months

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Design stuff!!! It's a little more drastic bc WWX is DEAD but differences between them also

AU Masterlist

#age is confusing when you are dead.#also can wwx even remove his clothes. for lwj's sake we can say yes. they disappear into the ghost void #they can have their spooky ghost sex later or whatever. except LOOK AT HIM.. lwj would get so sad all over again #he can't keep anything that wasn't already on his body though #digital #mdzs #mo xuanyu #wei wuxian #ghostdadxian au #mo dao zu shi #OH YEAH. I wasn't drawing the gradients on the comics bc I was just lazy. I did genuinely forget the sleeve layers though

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12am-motivation · 14 days

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"DADDY??"

#i know i'm late screw my yt notifs #DO YOU GUYS REMEMBER HOW HIRATA-SAN (HIS VA) HIMSELF THOUGHT HE HAD SEX APPEAL #THE 'UH-OH HE'S HOT' THING #simeon #シメオン #simeon obey me #obey me simeon #obey me nightbringer #obey me one master to rule them all #obey me shall we date #obey me swd #obey me #おべいみー #mo rambles into the void

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xicoqo · 1 month

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Saw this and knew what had to be done.

Modern au implications here……

#this is all a backlog btw #I’ve been screaming into a void with no outlet for years #fe3h #byleth eisner #dimileth #dimitri alexandre blaiddyd #mdimileth #bad sex meme #modern au

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lurkingshan · 9 months

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We all know better than to genuinely ship any of the pairings in Only Friends, right? My recommendation is to bring that Marie Kondo energy to your watch:

If you go in expecting everyone to fuck and cry and be miserable and sexy while doing it, you’ll have a great time. Any happyish ending is bonus and should absolutely not be expected. Walls firmly up, girlies.

#only friends #ofts #only friends the series #it’s not a romance it’s a messy af sex romp #thai bl #shan shouts into the void

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bbeeew · 27 days

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I KNEW WILSON WAS SELFLESS DURING SEX I CALLED THAT SH-T LIKE IT WAS 2 CENTIMETERS IN FRONT OF ME WHEN I WAS IN SEASON 1 LETS GOOOOOOOOOO

#Only confirmation I need now is that house is a pillow princess and I'm golden #Would have accurately predicted their sex life #I'm actually ecstatic about this #Which is weird considering I'm asexual #And he's a fictional character #House md #greg house #hatecrimes md #gregory house #james wilson #house x wilson #tw sex #tw sex mention #tw swearing #yelling into the void

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laufire · 6 months

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this dynamic was the best thing about clarke in all of ~~book one~~ i will NOT take constructive criticism I will NOT accept discount anyas-

#clarke is MUCH more enjoyable around people who see through her bullshit. this has been truth since day one #talking to the void #stacked100 #lol clarke #anya x clarke #anya kom trikru #clarke griffin #femslash #i would've liked to see hate sex here i won't lie #dichen lachman's acting would've eclipsed her even more though xD #the 100 #the 100 2x03 #bitter lau tag #<- that's the tag where i get bitchy. feel free to filter #id in alt text #captioned #clanya

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authorofemotion · 2 years

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I will never understand how people will look at women like nuns who throughout history have chosen to live apart from men and be their own operating units, especially in times when that would otherwise be completely looked down upon, showing that women are whole and complete independent from men and can form their own communities, businesses, and charities, completely breaking the social norms, and say “actually it’s more empowering for women if they were all forced to be there by evil men and really all the women just wanted sex”

#i can’t get over how mysoginistic it is???#but i’ve seen a lot of this feminist trend where people talk about very religious women as if they’re oppressed #how on EARTH could a WOMAN survive without sex???? surely they were all lesbians bc we all know that women can’t actually have their own #driving motivations and ambition other than sex #claire yells to the void

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masterbaiting · 1 year

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“so one day you’ll see me die - of old age - and just keep going” next episode literally next. episode.

#again like none of my fandom type friends have seen this show so the torchwood posts go into the void #this episode forever known as the janto sex and san pellegrino episode. to me #shut up ulrike #torchwood #janto #children of earth #ianto jones #popular

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kitakunn03 · 2 months

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weird tiktok alastor sexuality discourse (as someone who is asexual)

okay so basically, ive been seeing a lot of people over-sexualizing alastor, which whatever its to be expected, but like...i just wish people could not LMAO

"aroace people can still date" sure, but it stops being representation, sorry. like its cool to have a character that isn't sexualized or in a relationship because he's canonically not interested, like its refreshing for someone to see themselves represented like that. i feel like ace people can have at least one character lmao

and just partial side ramble, the like weird overly sexual comments that or just normalized on tiktok is so weird to me, but especially when it's towards ace characters, like why are we making sexually explicitly comments abt a character that is outwardly not interested?? thats a weird cringe mindset idk

yes i know its a character, fake, not that deep blah whatever I KNOW i dont care other than that fact that it weirds me out and i have free will so im posting abt it lmao, k thanks

#just a little scream into the void for my health #MAYBE IM JUST SEX REPLUSED #I HATE TIKTOK #hazbin hotel #alastor #hazbin hotel alastor #vivziepop #radio demon #hazbin

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divine-misfortune · 8 months

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Mountain calling Aether while they're all away, frustrated and lonely in his hotel room after Phantom was up and whisked away by Swiss.

He's whiney, he's needy, he's desperate.

He straddles his pillow and frantically humps against it to the sound of Aether's sweet words, phone held to his ear wish a shaking hand while the other is busied plucking at the buds on his chest. Aether wouldn't neglect his tits, not when they're as sensitive as they are, so Mountain doesn't either.

And over the phone Mountain gets the absolute treat of hearing Aether's voice dissolve into a low growl, Mountain loves how husky Aether goes when he's touching himself. It makes his knees feel weak.

Aether whispers filth to him. Promises to ruin his pretty little cunt the second he gets his hands on him. Tells him he hasn't let himself cum since they left, that hes been saving up, that he plans to fill him the way he deserves. Every detail. Everything he needs to do to him. It makes Mountain feel dizzy with desire.

The poor earth ghoul nearly sobs at the thought. The pillow stops feeling good enough, too greedy for the feeling of Aether's fat cock stretching him, his knot practically splitting him, his heavy load spilling into him.

Mountain can't help babbling about how bad he needs it. Surely loud enough anyone in the rooms over could hear. He doesn't care. He only cares if Aether hears.

#idk i just woke up but mmm mounther phone sex #void rambles #spicy tag #mountain ghoul #aether ghoul #nameless ghouls #the band ghost

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lurkingshan · 2 months

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Cherry Magic Episode 11

WE ARE BEGINNING TODAY WITH A PRIMAL SCREAM BESTIES!!!

Okay now that that's out of our system, let's talk about the anti-episode 11 of doom that this glorious show just delivered to us. If you, like me, are both an OG Cherry Magic fan and a Dark Blue Kiss TayNew girlie from way back, you will understand the depth of my satisfaction at seeing these two particular actors playing these two particular characters and delivering a love scene of that caliber. I never thought in my wildest dreams I would be so blessed by this drama. I am verklempt.

And it is extra sweet because the lead up to this consummation was so excellent. Achi and Karan managed to turn this temporary separation into a way to strengthen their relationship by working on their communication, and every moment of it was so sweet. They have grown leaps and bounds with their comfort and trust in each other. Karan was an ideal partner to Achi as he took on this new work challenge, and Achi has gotten so much better at reciprocating affection, stating his feelings out loud, and making Karan feel secure. I loved the way Karan gave him smart advice for bonding with his new coworkers, that Achi did so well with the assignment, and that Achi even found the courage to come out to his colleagues. And he did it all without leaning on his mind reading powers at all! He has grown so much and he doesn't need them anymore.

After weathering all of that, it made perfect sense that this was the moment for them to deepen their relationship and say goodbye to Achi's powers forever. I loved Karan's confidence that they were ready for this; his thirst for Achi has been present the whole time, but he has not been in a rush to get to physical intimacy even with the powers between them. He wanted it to be right, and he found his moment. Achi clearly felt the same, because "I would regret not loving you" has got to be the most romantic thing that has ever come out of his mouth. They're in love, your honor! The joy radiating from both of them after they slept together is one of the most beautiful things I have ever seen, and I am just floating on a cloud thinking about how happy they are and how much they deserve it.

Some other stuff happened in this ep, too, I guess? I liked it all but Karan and Achi really booted it out of my mind... Oh right, Jinta and Min were also here demonstrating A+ supportive partner behavior, and we love to see it. Achi's new office gang was delightful. And Pai and Rock! I think I like where they are landing with this story for them. I liked that they gave Pai a properly nuanced reaction to Rock's confession. She was clearly touched by the gesture but she was not swooning in that scene, she did not jump into his arms, she continued to hesitate (which he saw), she asked if she could take the bear and not him lol. She likes Rock but she doesn't really reciprocate his feelings. I expect that next week they will end this on a somewhat open note, with her agreeing to try dating but putting up some boundaries, or even saying she't not sure and needs more time. I don't expect her to reject him, but I don't think there will be a full HEA either, because it's not where she is emotionally. I hope they'll leave room for interpretation re: how it all works out for them.

#cherry magic th #cherry magic thailand #thai bl #shan shouts into the void #every version of this i tried to post with the sex scene gifs got snatched btw #tumblr still sucks

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