#Angel's kindness is more innate

[grnherbs]

i need oscar fingering you for the first time and him just being gentle🙏

look at my face baby | op81

afab!reader, eighteen plus, mdni

thank you for your request anon! sorry it took so long to get round you

he had you laid back on his double bed, hands softly tracing over your shirt and leaving soft kisses along the corners of your lips, both of you were hot and sweaty from a prolonged make out session on the couch downstairs.

he’d picked you up, legs wrapped round his waist, head down, hidden into his shoulder as you feel yourself being carried to his room. you’d been in his room before but, something about the two of you being alone in the house, no sound, taking you to his bedroom, hot and heavy was just so intoxicating.

you look up at him as he crawls up the bed, leaning over and kissing your nose “hey sweetheart” he smiles as you blush in his direction, eyes closing, causing him to chuckle gently. you still weren’t used to the nicknames, the kisses and the love this early on in the relationship, but god did oscar love to tease.

he moves his hands down now, fluttering at your waist and leans to kiss you, softly on the lips with a shy smile still on your lips, whimpering softly into it, a giggle settling between you two at the sound.

“wanna try something with me?” he looks into your eyes with his sweet gaze, “i’ll be gentle okay?” he nods in your direction and you nod back, at a loss for words, his hands moves down, pulling your trousers down as he does. he slows at the frightened look on your face and kisses your forehead “is this okay baby?” he checks in and you nod, “y-yes oscar”.

when he has your trousers halfway down your thighs, he moves his hand back up to hook your underwear down too, slowly, as if to not frighten you at all, kindhearted and gentle as he goes, which you takes a deep shaken breath out to sooty yourself.

once your underwear had been quite literally flung across the room, he starts smoothing his hands over your thighs, warm and veiny from the innate amount of sexual tension between you, your eyes watering slightly as you usher out a “please osc..” which has him spreading your knees gently, hand dipping between them and letting out his own moan when he finds how wet you are for him.

“god… you feel so good angel, so wet for me” he clicks his tongue in his mouth, before biting his lip, one finger drawing down the slit to reach your opening, slipping it in slowly, almost unbareably. “just taking my finger so good baby, that’s it… one at a time, don’t wanna hurt my baby”

you grip his thick bicep and look up through your wet lashes at him, flustered and bucking your hips up slowly at the intrusion, feeling so full yet so empty at the same time, especially when he begins to thrust the finger in and out as a near torturously slow pace, but if you asked he would say he was simply ‘warming you up’.

you bump your hips up more again, and he places his other hand on the apex of your stomach, pushing you down lightly so you can move away. “you’re okay baby, i’ll give you more don’t worry” he leant down to kiss your forehead and you feel your heart pounding in your chest at his sweet actions. he was your boy, your sweet boy and you’d do anything for him.

he takes his finger out before submerging two in you, earning a gasp from you at this moment in time, your hand which rests of his bicep is squeezing tighter and he chuckles at this “i got you, shhh” he soothes and continues his movements, the feeling of fullness and euphoric bliss makes your head feel fuzzy and you drop it back against the pillow, a moan escaping your lips.

you see the blushed cheeks of the aussie before you, his hair messy over his forehead now, biting his lip in either concentration or to stave off just fucking you. but he wanted to treat you, wanted to be kind to you, wanted to give you pleasure before anything else. he rests his head against yours, eyes meeting your own and he smiles, warm, fingers moving deeper and at a quicker pace than before.

“you’re getting close aren’t you sweet thing?” he whispers at you and you nod, biting your own lip at this point, toes curling and you’re pulling him closer, needy for his proximity and closeness. “i love you osc, i love you” you say gently, and he looks overjoyed, fingers finding the pace and whispering back thoughts of adoration.

the feeling hits you like a freight train, you whimper out and shake under his touch, and he holds you close to him, hand which rests on your stomach coming up to hold the nape of your neck, letting you roll out your orgasm on his hand, “that’s it, did so well for me baby, so so well, i love you” he ushers to you and smiles sleepily.

“so sweet for me, doing so well”. and you close your eyes once more, head resting on his shoulder.

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[chubs-deuce]

(^it's his turn with the child but he has an overlod meeting so this is how he shows up)

I brainstormed a bunch with some friends on a server for how Dawn came to be and we had many fun ideas, some of which I'll elaborate on under the cut for anyone who wants to hear :D

Dawn was kind of created by accident! With Lute in charge of the exterminations now, Sera trying to hide Sir Pentious' redemption and her eyes opened towards heaven's doings, Emily wants to make good on her promise to help Charlie's efforts in hell. She learns through Remiel that heaven has been safekeeping Lucifer's old grimoire since he fell and decides that Charlie as his rightful heir should have it, hoping something in it would help her defend the hotel. It's written in the ancient language of the angels though, and while Charlie is able to translate it, she's by no means fluent in the language, but they find a ritual for the creation of an infinitely powerful weapon! Alastor of course is intrigued when she tells him of this and so he leverages his status as her work partner (and a powerful mage in his own right no less) to convince her to let him help attempt it. They figure out the components needed to fufil the ritual and perform it perfectly and create... a child. (this is because the definition of "weapon" can differ greatly depending on who you ask - it can be a sword, it can be ruthlessness, or it can be words, courage, hope and kindness. The ritual would therefore merely provide a blank slate for them to mold into whatever they need it to be! Charlie mistranslated slightly, since the word used in the ritual would translate more to "tool".)

Charlie and Alastor aren't (yet) romantically involved when Dawn gets created, though she does pull them together out of necessity over time. Alastor is very apprehensive about the concept and insists something must've gone wrong, but ultimately he absolutely recognizes that no matter the intended outcome, he's got a responsibility now, and decides he's at least got to be a better parent than his own father was, so he stubbornly still does what he can to raise this kid. Charlie is overwhelmed with the sudden responsibility they've both been burdened with at first - especially because she already has so many other things to worry about and take care of - but her infamous bleeding heart of course can't deny following its calling. I actually don't think her innate maternal instincts are particularly strong? Ultimately neither of them asked to be a parent and the upheaval of their personal lives that came with it, but they quickly learn to love their newest resident and how it ends up redefining and redrawing their own relationship to each other as well >:D

The newly shared responsibility for a literal child is what finally gets Alastor to cave into agreeing to acquire a phone with a camera - if only to soothe Charlie's nerves whenever she can't be there herself.

A friend from the server even wrote up a whole detailed ritual for me to visualize this whole thing and offered to help with insight on like. Heaven lore(?) and adding onto this concept if need be and I'm honestly having a blast with figuring out the details of this plot, so I might attempt writing a fic out fo this if I can solidify it all a bit better?

Either way, this is kind of escalating into a Whole Thing but I hope y'all are enjoying it nonetheless :'D

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[itsyourvalerie]

I’m sorry if this is a lot or if you already have a lot of requests or if you don’t do romantic Alastor

but Succubus fem reader with brother-like angeldust about her crush on Alastor and maybe confession- that part is up to you

Hi! Thank you so much for the request! It was actually my first one :)

This is my first time writing anything so i hope you like it!

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alastor x succubus!fem reader

warnings: none

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You were a succubus with a heart of gold, though your innate allure often caused misunderstandings. Despite your captivating charm, you had always felt a bit out of place in Hell. That's where your unlikely friendship with Angel Dust came in.

Angel Dust, your brother-like confidant, was always there to listen to your woes and offer his own brand of raucous support. He had a knack for making you laugh, even on your darkest days.

One day, as you lounged in the Hazbin Hotel's common area, flipping through a magazine, you couldn't shake the persistent flutter in your chest whenever Alastor, entered the room. His aura was magnetic, drawing you in like a moth to a flame.

Angel, noticed your gaze lingering on Alastor. He raised an eyebrow and leaned in, a knowing smirk playing on his lips. "Got a little crush on the big boss, huh?" he teased.

You rolled your eyes, attempting to brush off his comment. "It's nothing, Angel. Just admiring his... uh, style."

But Angel Dust wasn't convinced. "Come on, sis. I've seen the way you light up when he's around. Why don't you just tell him how you feel?"

Your heart raced at the suggestion. Confessing your feelings to Alastor seemed like an impossible feat. After all, he was a powerful demon with a reputation to uphold, and you were just a lowly succubus.

However, with Angel's encouragement, you found yourself mustering the courage to approach Alastor one evening when he was alone in his office, surrounded by vintage records and the soft glow of candlelight.

"Alastor," you began, your voice barely above a whisper.

The Radio Demon turned to you, his scarlet eyes gleaming with curiosity. "Ah, Y/N. What brings you to my humble abode?"

You took a deep breath, steeling yourself for what was to come. "I... I wanted to tell you something," you confessed, your cheeks flushing with embarrassment. "I... I've admired you from afar for quite some time now. Your charisma, your wit... everything about you captivates me."

Alastor listened intently, a small smile tugging more at the corners of his lips. "Is that so, my dear succubus?" he mused, his voice like velvet. "Well, I must admit, I find myself drawn to you as well. Your allure is undeniable, but it's your kindness that truly sets you apart."

You blinked in surprise, hardly daring to believe what you were hearing. Could it be that Alastor felt the same way about you?

Before you could dwell on it further, Alastor closed the distance between you, his hand gently cupping your cheek. You could hardly contain your joy as a smile spread across your lips.

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[enmi-land]

౨ৎ ANGEL BABY

──── 𝗆𝗂𝗅𝖺 𝗍𝗁𝗂𝗇𝗄𝗌 𝗌𝗁𝖾 𝗐𝖺𝗌 𝗆𝖺𝖽𝖾 𝗍𝗈 𝖺𝖽𝗈𝗋𝖾 𝗌𝗎𝗇𝗈𝗈

2024 pairing. 김선우 x fem!member oc cw. mentions of dieting & body image req. mila babying sunoo. ❨ back to LIBRARY ?! ❩

MILA WASN’T USED TO TAKING CARE OF OTHER PEOPLE, especially when she had grown up learning to be independent — to function without the presence of people who she could rely on, only to realise she was more lonely than anything else. So when she would innately baby her boyfriends and spoil them with affection, she surprised even herself with how natural to felt.

To care for someone, to do something kind for them, to be able to put a smile on their faces… Those were the things that Mila whole-heartedly believed she was here on this earth to do.

“Say, ‘ahhh.’” Mike lifted a fork to Sunoo’s lips, which had a chunk of her fluffy homemade pancakes covered in maple syrup and whipped cream at the end of it, topped with a sliced strawberry that would fall of any second now.

Sunoo laughed slightly before obediently allowing the girl to feed him, humming in delight as the pancake melted across his tongue in a puddle of sweetness. Mila smiled brightly, eyes sparkling with adoration as they took in the sight of his puffed cheeks and the sound of his little chirps. It wasn’t often that she looked at someone and thought, ‘I want to pinch his cheeks.’ But Sunoo had always been an exception.

“Is it good?” Mila asked. Her tone had changed to resemble the cooing that one would make to a baby. And why wouldn’t it? Sunoo was adorable, and he was technically her baby.

Sunoo nodded, his hair bouncing slightly form the movement. Mila giggled as he put his thumbs up. “It’s good!”

“Have some more.” Mila said as she poked her fork through the half-eaten pancakes on the plate. She lifted the fork up to Sunoo’s lips once again, repeating the action she had been doing for the past half an hour. And yet, it wasn’t boring or tedious in the slightest. She couldn’t think of anything she’d rather be doing.

“I think I ate too much…” Sunoo groaned as he lay down on Mila’s bed, placing a hand over his stomach. He had finished the whole plate of pancakes that Mila had made for him, unable to resist the sweetness of the fluffy treat. He pouted. “I’m so full.”

Mila giggled happily as she lay next to him, throwing her arms around him and resting her cheek against his shoulder, nuzzling it slightly. “That’s good.”

“Until I end up gaining weight, you mean,” Sunoo sighed. “I was supposed to go on diet…”

Mila immediately raised her head, a stern expression on her face. “No. You’ve already been eating less than normal. Who cares about gaining weight? It’s more important that you’re happy and healthy— and we both know you were eyeing those snacks that Jake and Riki were eating last night.”

Sunoo pouted. “But still… I should lose some of my baby fat. Especially on my face.”

“Nooooooo…” Mila leaned down to peck Sunoo’s cheek, before brushing away the hair from his face. She looked into his eyes, cupping his cheeks which she adored so much. “What about your perfect cheeks? We’d lose a national treasure if you lost any more weight… What would happen then?” She gently squished his face together. “No. I can’t live without these cheeks.”

Sunoo’s pout was replaced with a bright smile, his eyes crinkling into a familiar pair of crescent moons. “Do you like my cheeks that much?”

Mila didn’t hesitate to respond, “Of course I do.” She littered small pecks across his face, covering his skin in her love, savouring the small giggles he released in return. She pulled away, eyes sincere as they looked into his. “I love everything about you. Don’t forget that.”

Sunoo smiled, nodding in agreement. “Okay.”

He didn’t know how he would ever forget. Not when Mila was holding him so gently, as if she was holding the cusp of the world in her hands. Not when she brought his head to her chest and ran her hands through his hair while whispering how much she loved him. Not when she was calling him “baby,” “honey,” “sweetie” — every sweet name she could possibly think of — while showering him in kisses.

“This is nice,” Sunoo hummed, burying his face further into Mila’s chest. “Thank you, byeol-ah.”

Mila smiled, resting her cheek on the top of Sunoo’s head while looking at the ceiling, imagining the bright sun shining down on them through the roof. “Anything for you, xīngān.”

xīngān (“心肝”) lit. trnalsated as “heart and liver” but is a strong term of endearment more close to the english meaning of “my heart and soul”

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[the-ineffable-dance]

A Companion to Owls is my favorite of the minisodes. Possibly my favorite story in the whole show. But more than it being just good fun and visually amazing, (plus, it gives us Bildad the Shuhite, I mean, come on..)

Job's story, really, is the beginning of "our side."

Before the Job story, Aziraphale and Crowley of course know each other, but I think it's still been a bit of feeling each other out. No one has really put themselves out where they could get into trouble. There's the chat on the walls of Eden, and then again at the Flood. In both of those, Crowley does a little pushing of Aziraphale's boundaries, but Aziraphale, regardless of his internal struggle, outwardly toes the party line... Heaven's plans, no matter how they might look, are in fact ineffable.

In Job, we see for the first time that they are beginning to really see each other. Aziraphale knows that Crowley doesn't want to kill off Job's goats or his children.

Though, of course, he's got to be a little smug about it.

And even when Crowley puts that to the test when he's setting the house on fire, Aziraphale remains confident in Crowley's innate goodness. And is again proven right when Crowley miracles them all into the cellar.

Crowley, for his part, knows that Aziraphale is starting to question the ineffable plan. God and Satan making bets, letting Job be tormented by demons, killing children... he sees the questions that Aziraphale is starting to have, and eases the path for him by being receptive to those questions.

Here we also have the start of Aziraphale's hedonism and love of human things. He's not quite ready to take the step of drinking alcohol, but he does accept Crowley's temptation to eating... and realizes that he's starving. It's his first bite in his entire existence, and he eats an entire ox! It's a small step from there to other things that we see him loving in the present... wine, music, books, clothes (I'm looking at you, 1793), all the things the other angels look down on him for, and Crowley probably introduced him to.

In 1941, they have the exchange, "You told me to trust you." "And you did." But I think that we have that here, too... for the very first time. When Sitis and Job are told that their children are dead, Aziraphale and Crowley put on quite the show with their cobbler/midwife and angel straight man performance. It's actually quite impressive... every time one of them leans on the other to keep up the charade, the other obliges...

It's important to remember just how dangerous this dance is for both of them. First of all, Crowley could not be in a worse place. Not only is there a host of angels here, Gabriel the Supreme Archangel is in the lead. To find a demon here, interfering in the ineffable plan, would certainly end in a smiting. His cleverness and the trust of Aziraphale are the only things that keep him one step ahead.

Secondly, Aziraphale himself is in great danger. Not only has he been collaborating with a demon, tempted into eating, and so on, but he is lying to Gabriel's face. We've seen him lie before. Most memorably to God when she asked where his sword went. But those were little white lies, with few ramifications. "These are his new children" is a direct contradiction to what the Plan is. He is for the first time, turning from the Heavenly Plan, and instead throwing in his lot with Crowley.

Which brings me to my final point...

Aziraphale is terrified of falling. But he was willing to do it to save the children. And that is something that means a lot to Crowley. When he realizes that Aziraphale thinks he's already fallen, he does tease him a little bit, but more importantly, he is soft and kind, talking him through this huge change in worldview.

The most touching moment is when Crowley admits that this path he is walking and Aziraphale now finds himself on is lonely. Crowley has been feeling it since the Garden... but now, it will be less lonely. Aziraphale doesn't have to face it alone, because Crowley will be there, too. Now, they have "us."

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[punkpandapatrixk]

🥧The Love You Spiritually Deserve ♦︎ Timeless Pick A Card

‘Why do nice people choose the wrong people to date?’

‘Well…

We accept the love we think we deserve.’

‘Can we make them know that they deserve more?’

‘We can try.’

– Charlie asking his teacher in The Perks of Being a Wallflower

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Pile 1 – A Love that Helps You Remember How Precious of a Darling You Are

VIBE: Promise by Jimin

to be in Love with the right person – 2 of Wands

The moment your sweet, sweet Heart recognises the person who’s right for you, baby, it’s all calm sunshine in your world🌤This person has a most peculiar ability to bring back nostalgic senses and memories of what you used to enjoy as a child. These are your Heart’s most honest desires that you might’ve suppressed or avoided to some extent, in exchange for being practical. You live in a world that’s given you reasons to abandon your own dreams in order to become practical and a responsible member of society. In many ways, I see you’ve tried to fit in and follow the expectations of a normal society.

But when you come in touch with the essence of this person who’s just right for you, everything changes. Suddenly, the scales blinding your eyes fall off and now you see the real colours of the world—your world. Literally this person brought your world back from the dead. Something about them rejuvenates your faith in the world you’re innately able to create for yourself. And just like that, you gradually move towards changing small aspects of your everyday Life to manifest a world of your dreams~🌷

You may return to old hobbies—perhaps resume your old piano lessons; you open up your dusty rice cooker recipe books (LOL) and start cooking again; you start singing again or you may finally join that ballet class you’ve always wanted to do when you were a child, irrespective of your age now. This person who’s just the right person for you is truly an angelic Human whose essence brings back peace of mind, Love (first and foremost for yourself), serenity, clarity, and most importantly, a hunger for Life and its endless possibilities🎋

the spiritual Home in your heart – 4 of Cups

I sense that your Soul is incredibly sensitive. You’ve probably come from other realms where the inhabitants are peaceful, and I feel strongly that you’ve often been gardeners and carers of animals in those other lives heheh You’re so spiritually in tune with the moods and sorrows of not only the people around you but also the world in general. You’re the type of person who sees a world that needs healing. You see a world needing more kindness, alas, your Kindness was taken advantage of and spat on. Then you decided to hide away and avoid people as much as possible.

Do you feel like you enjoy the company of animals, plants, and rocks more than Humans? Yeah, you can sense the spirit of non-Human creatures and you find non-Humans to be the gentlest, most understanding creatures. I think you should like to watch Studio Ghibli’s My Neighbour Totoro🐼I personally think you’re the type that would find comfort in a lot of Miyazaki Hayao’s movies because they depict the innocence of children and how they see the world with an eye for adventure. As flawed as they can be, characters in Miyazaki’s movies are understandably human and you desperately want to believe in a world that’s more forgiving like that.

Due to the nature of your emotions, you’ve often had these ebbs and flows of faith in your ability to manifest a world of kindness and gentleness that you’ve always envisioned for yourself. It’s like a painful tug o’ war between your faith in yourself and the world’s pressure for you to conform. But trust me, anybody who makes you question your values, dreams, visions, missions, and goals, are not your people. The right person(s) for you is someone whose heart is so kind and wide that in their embrace you are reminded of everything good that you deserve to see manifest in your own Universe.

up your Self-Love game! – 9 of Pentacles Rx

Ooh, I know you can’t stop admiring this person’s remarkably gorgeous smile~ But do you have any semblance of an idea why your Soul finds them so irresistibly attractive? Your person who lights up your dark horizon is a freaking multitalented King or Queen whose thirst for Life inspires a hidden courage buried deep within your psyche. When you look at them or hear their stories, you can’t help but notice that this is also a flawed human who’s beautifully aware of their own failings and shortcomings, but they work really hard at becoming a nobler version of themselves. A more astonishing expression of what’s truly good about them as a human being, in spite of everything.

Whereas you’ve tried to build an independent Life away from most Humans, this person helps you see that there is still good in trying to believe in Humanity. That there is still hope because after all the world is so big and there are many people in it. I have a feeling your person is able to hold such a positive outlook because they’ve been blessed enough with good company, maybe good family, too. So they naturally have this ability to balance the way they perceive bad people in the world.

I think their people are going to be your people as well. Their friends and family are going to admire you so much and be grateful that you’ve appeared in the Life of your person and even theirs. They are glad you’ve found each other, like they really think you’re good for each other as you’re able to hold Light for each other. You literally heal each other. Your person’s people, too, are going to see you for all the good that you are. A union with this person and their friends and family is going to remind you what a precious and talented darling you really are🧸

COMING HOME TO YOURSELF🔻🧡

remembering your innate goodness – Red Magus (Edward Kelly)

loving yourself as an act of rebellion – Priestess of Prosperity

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Pile 2 – A Love that Honours Your Innocent Rose-Tinted Glasses

VIBE: OMG by NewJeans

to be in Love with the right person – Knight of Cups

When your gentle Heart rests in the embrace of the person who’s right for you, you will know, this is a Soulmate. There’s no other explanation. You feel a strong sense of nostalgia, as if having known this person in another dimension. And when you recognise each other, it feels like, ‘Oh hey! I know you! Hmm…’ and your conversation flows so naturally as if catching up with an old, old soul friend~

Being with this person, you want to cuddle all the time. But not the oddly lustful or desperately clingy type. No, no, baby, this is pure, innocent, childlike Love. When your heart is attracted to the person whose Soul resembles your own, it’s pure bliss, comfort, safety. I think you’ll want to have a home with this person. You’ll want to build a home with them that reminds you both of the Home World your Souls came from. It’ll be a lot of fun! Because the person who’s just right for you also has the same fairy-like mind, sense and perception as you.

And holy cow you know what that means—this is someone who’s just as sensitive and considerate as you. They will really honour your rose-tinted glasses and not make you feel infantilised for the innocence you’ve worked hard to maintain. This is someone sweet, gentle, soft-spoken, incredibly polite accompanied by an out-of-place sense of humour, and a little awkward from time to time… depending on situation, I guess🦄

To be in love with the right person… you finally feel truly, genuinely seen for the first time. It feels cosy to not have to explain yourself exhaustively with words that often fail your true meaning🦦

the spiritual Home in your heart – Page of Wands Rx

Unlike most people, you’re not super ambitious or even industrious about most things. Others may perceive you as ‘lazy’ but the truth is you’re an Old Soul that remembers a time when human beings were able to live at a more comfortable pace. You can’t really bring yourself to fit in this new pace—the modern pace—because you think it’s silly that people rush to their graveyards without even stopping to smell the roses. And you want to smell those roses, all the time, you want to always be aware of all the roses and jasmines and lilies.

You can’t think of another way of living your Life. You’re quite stubborn about it because you believe in your own mindset. You’re actually a lot stronger than you may think. If there’s one thing you’re ambitious about, it is to maintain a world of your own aesthetic. I think you’re someone who’s deep down super aware of your birth right to live in a world of beauty. Sometimes you get confused about this whole endeavour because you feel like an alien in this strange world. But one way or another, you hold on to your own values and I think that’s super admirable.

Some of you who are younger may struggle a little bit with boundaries because you’re too kind. You’re really soft, gentle, compassionate and have an ability to welcome anybody who’s tired and weary. But often, people who are hurting and confused about their own place in the world could turn super spiteful towards those who are working on their own dream lives that do not agree with the convention. You really need to be careful with those whose envy has the potential to seep into your morphogenetic field and ruin your manifestations!

You can be super kind and still say no to those whose presence could jeopardise your peace of mind, OK? Also, I think you’ll really find respite in this beautiful playlist on YT, ‘Nakamura Yuriko Songs I Love’, when you feel a bit weary of people~

up your Self-Love game! – 6 of Cups Rx

So first of all, your generosity has a tendency of making you reminisce about the past. You sometimes miss the people who used to be there for you. This could be friends or family members. For some of you, this could even be a past significant other. You have a habit of romanticising pleasant memories you had with people whom you used to care about. This could lead you to a dangerous path of self-sabotage. You may want to sometimes text or call people who genuinely aren’t even deserving of your kindness, gentleness, or care.

To protect yourself, have the courage to completely and utterly burn the bridges to those you know are only acting as parasites in your Life. The way I see it, there really aren’t that many people who can fully understand and accept you the way your Soul Family does. So wait for them and make space for only them. And so, to make space for them, you need to vacant those who don’t belong! Blood is thicker than water? Bullshit. Soul is stronger than blood!

My advice to you is to get a pet instead so you have a company upon whom you can pour your nurture. I know you are somebody who likes to nurture and care for another being. So, this is the best course of action if you haven’t met anybody from your Soul Group🥰If not a pet, a plant works, too. Depends on what you like, really. All in all, know that you are deserving of good company that truly honours your kindness and wouldn’t take advantage of that softness.

COMING HOME TO YOURSELF🔻💗

remembering your innate goodness – Silver Astronomer (Galileo Galilei)

loving yourself as an act of rebellion – Priestess of Innocence

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Pile 3 – A Love that’s Grateful for the Fact You Were Born At All

VIBE: Kazamidori (Weather Vane) by Sakamoto Maaya

to be in Love with the right person – XI Justice Rx

Okay, you’re totally an Old Soul with an important mission, babe. I’m pretty sure you already know this. If you aren’t that aware of it yet, I’m still sure you’ve always had this feeling like you were born for a greater purpose. Like, no matter what, you just know somebody sent you here to do something amazing… but what exactly? Dunno. You’re just haunted by this feeling of having your time on Earth… timed. ‘I’ve got to hurry!’ So you scurry.

I think you’ve felt incredibly lonely for the most part of your Life on Earth. You’re an alien—actually, you’re an astronaut. Deep inside your psyche, you’ve always had this debilitating realisation of having been torn apart from your real Family. You know that your family on Earth is not your real Family. You don’t even look like them, you feel. All your wants and even value system as a person, not a single thing matches theirs. You’ve always dreamt of travelling the world over to search for your people. Doesn’t matter where; they must be somewhere. Just not anywhere near here.

Of all the piles, yours talks the most about having gone through a massive spiritual purging. At some point in Life you have or will experience this. Like a phoenix dying to itself and be reborn out of its own ashes transforming into something greater than all it’s ever been in the past. When you finally accept your magic—that you’re magic—you realise that you’ve always needed to be your own first love. The day you have/had this epiphany and come to love yourself absolutely fully is/was the day you realise that everything in the world will always be alright so long as you believe in yourself🐾

the spiritual Home in your heart – King of Cups Rx

I think you’re someone who easily falls in love with attractive people, passionate people, kindhearted people, dazzling people, generous people, talented people, and all that stuff. But… that’s all really child’s play. Puppy love, if you wanna be cute. Summer crushes, if you’re casual as fuck. But the truth is, deep, deep, deep, fucking deep somewhere in the most secret corner of your Heart, there is an essence of someone whom you’re meant to reunite with in this incarnation. Damn, you made a promise, OK? That you wouldn’t ever be, EVER, serious with anybody who’s not this person💍

Dang, the day you were born into this world, you were already married🤪You had been proposed to in the spirit realm🎎It simply wouldn’t work if it’s not your person😗And for that, I hope you honour this Love that you’re carrying in your Heart and work on your spiritual development or something, until Destiny (that tricky bitch) unites you both in the physical realm. Babe! It’s worth the wait! This is the ONLY Human on Earth who knows how to embrace all of you with all of the Love you’re so spiritually deserving🥺

A small percentage of you choosing this pile, I feel quite strongly, could decide to become a monk, nun, or any other type of a celibate person who has no business being in a romantic relationship or a sexual union with another living being. This deep Love that you carry around in your Heart is all that fuels you until the day you depart from this world. You’re deeply aware of how short a Human’s existence is and you’re looking forward ever so to the day you breathe your last breath and return to your One & Only who’s always been watching over you from the Higher Realms🎐

up your Self-Love game! – 7 of Wands Rx

With all of the above said, whichever group you resonate with, all of you choosing this pile are, again, haunted by the same feeling of needing to save the world. In a manner of speaking, because you’re an astronaut, it’s true you came here for an important Soul Mission, and for that you could ruminate too much about ways you can develop yourself to ready yourself for the world stage when the time is right. But that’s actually counterintuitive and could make your whole Earth experience miserable.

I know you find it immensely difficult to be Human… even just operating with a Human flesh bag is painful enough. Some of you may even have a chronic illness that’s constantly giving you bodily aches or that you find controlling your movements quite challenging. Perhaps issues with developmental disabilities, reduced/low dexterity, immune system diseases, dyslexia, ADHD, autism (varying spectrum), gender dysphoria, and all sorts of compatibility issues that could make Life on Earth quite unbearable to some.

Compatibility issues here means that your Soul can’t quite adapt to your Earthly body because you’re too advanced or that your Soul originates from a much purer state of being that the tragic density of this dirty Human World causes immense pressure on your whole mental and physical being. And for that, you could struggle a lot with constantly wanting to leave soon. As a way to numb yourself, you could fall into a tendency of wanting to always, constantly, tirelessly, unceasingly working on something, on yourself, as if scurrying for ways to die sooner.

But… babe… you have a place in this world. Slow down a little, allow yourself to breathe, and let the Spirit of the Planet speak its thanks and admiration for all you’ve done for Her.

COMING HOME TO YOURSELF🔻💚

remembering your innate goodness – Gold Physician (Hippocrates)

loving yourself as an act of rebellion – Priestess of Clarity

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repost ︐ squeaky clean — pub. 100723

warnings : shower sex , unprotected sex , petnames ( angel + baby ) , slight size kink , crying , oral ( m. receiving ) , etc .

pairings : softdom!hyunjin ♡ sub!reader

notes : i deleted my previous acct due to the fact i was posting my writings underneath a secondary blog ! i am not stealing anyone’s work, this is my writing.

the soothing and enjoyable sensation arises as the gentle, cascading water from the showerhead makes contact with your skin.

its as if a tender embrace of moisture graces your body, caressing you in a manner that brings forth a sense of relaxation and rejuvenation.

this gentle pressure of the water serves as a gentle massage, breathing life into your senses and washing away the cares of the day, leaving you feeling refreshed and revitalized.

your eyes closed, lathering your foamy body wash all over your body.

soft inhales and exhales leave your body.

you felt like you were in heaven, what could possibly go wrong?

who could possibly interrupt your alone time?

-

“mind if I join you..” a naked broad silhouette was shown behind the foggy-steamed covered glass door.

your eyes shut open, gasping loudly, “you scared me! I thought you were some axe murderer..” you whined, sliding this shower door open for your beloved, hyunjin to join you.

hyunjin giggled mischievously before soaking his hair and body under the showerhead, “sorry about that~! I just wanted to spend time with my angel.”

you couldn't help but giggle back, he was so cute. not only that, but you couldn't help but look at his god-sculpted body.

hyunjin is the most perfect man to roam on this earth.

his shoulders, broad and powerful, bear the promise of capability and determination. each line and curve of his muscles tells a story of dedication and hard work. his arms, sculpted with precision, are both formidable and inviting, capable of both protecting and embracing with tenderness.

bur it’s not just his physicality that makes hyunjin’s body perfect; it’s the way he carries himself. his posture is impeccable, exuding confidence and charisma. every step he takes seems deliberate and purposeful as if he’s navigating the world with an innate sense of elegance.

his eyes, framed by strong brows, hold a spark of curiosity and intelligence that draws you in. his smile is warm and infectious, radiating a genuine kindness that makes you feel at ease in his presence.

just thinking about it makes you want to drool and salivate over him.

-

“earth to [y/n]… hello?” your lucid daydreaming was cut short by the soft voice of your boyfriend!

you were staring a little too much. clearly.

you shook your head in denial, rotating your body the opposite direction, resuming your exfoliating.

“u-um yeah? I was just thinking about what to do after this shower!!! totally~! (ノ▽〃)” you blushed, you couldn’t think of a proper excuse to cover up your staring problem.

hyunjin smirked cheekily before lathering his body with soap, “totally.” he responded with sarcasm.

great! now he thinks you’re a nasty little pervert!

little did you know, he was doing the exact same thing as you. he was genuinely eye-fucking you.

too bad you’re horrible at taking social cues. </3

“come here angel..” he demands, and of course you don't hesitate to do as he says, you slowly make your way to him, looking up at him with doe eyes. you were heavily intoxicated by his presence.

“it’s been too long since we’ve been together like this.. i missed you.” you whine and bury your face into his soft chest, he smelt so good, too good.

“i missed you even more, i wanna stay like this with you forever.” he sighed, brushing his hands against your waist down to the back of your thighs.

“me too.. i missed you more.” you whimpered, slowly going down to your knees, leaving soft pecks and kisses on your boyfriend’s pelvic bone to the tip of his hard and pink cock.

hyunjin looks down at you with his eyes hooded, the sweet and wholesome aura of the room transitions into an intimate and sensual atmosphere.

“the things you do to me, angel.” he moans softly whilst you leave soft generous kisses on his length.

a peck on one side, a lick on his veins, and your lips around his cock right after.

you couldn’t help but grind your little cunt againt the shower floor while inneed of friction as you bob your head back and forth at a slow pace, constantly gripping onto your boyfriend’s legs for support.

hyunjin adored you, his hand makes his way to your head, guiding you to pick up the pace.

his other hand was placed on your hair, moving stray bits of hair away from your precious little face. you’re the prettiest doll, he loved seeing you like this.

“so fucking good to me.. don’t stop till i say so..” he grunts, thrusting hiself into your tight little mouth gently, not wanting to asphyxiate you.

were you dreaming? is this even real? what did i do to be in this position?, was all you had thought about in your little head. you literally cannot believe how far you’ve come.

“okay baby enough, i need cum in you, not in your mouth.” hyunjin pulls away as a you nodded softly, picking yourself up from the floor.

you bury yourself back into his body, sitting him down on the shower stool before climbing onto his lap.

you cried out and pouting your plumped lips, “i want you in me..!! i want your fingers and cock..please please please!!”

“all you had to do was ask, angel. whatever you want, i’ll do it for you.” he giggles, carressing your wet body before smoothing stroking and rubbing your soaked clit and labia, soon plunging his long fingers into your warm hole.

you gripped onto his shoulders, closing your eyes shut from the sudden sensation of his long skinny fingers touching the spots you couldn’t reach on your own.

preparing your hole for something bigger and better, just by thinking about makes you want to release your sweet yummy juices all over his digits.

“look at you, so adorable and vulnerable under my touch. tell me how bad you want me. beg for me more and i’ll think about giving you what you really want, hm?”

you wanted to sucker punch him for being so hot.

“b-baby..~! please give me more.. i-i need you.. i need you in m-me..” your voice alters to a higher pitch, already feeling overstimulated by the pleasure.

hyunjin was satisfied, he knew you were ready for the great finale.

he removes his fingers from your hole, replacing them with his hard monsterous cock. you didn’t even to worry about adjusting yourself. your insides were made for him, he slipped into you with ease from how absurdly wet you were.

he was strong enough to use you like a little toy, his hands gripping onto your waist, lifting you up and down on his cock with little to no effort.

mantras of cries leave your throat as tears of pleasure and glee run down your cheeks.

soft skin-clapping, moans, and whines from you and hyunjin filled the entire bathroom.

“i’m about to let it out.. please.” hyunjin huffed out, bitting his lips before pulling you into a deep kiss.

you were so paralyzed by pleasure that all you could do was sob and whimper. it all ends with his painting your gummy walls white, and you leaving a mess all over his cock.

you and him sat there in silence, your bodies pressed onto each other, soft panting, and the sound of the water hitting the floor accompanying this very moment.

“hungry..?” hyunjin whispered exhaustedly.

“mmh.. yeah.” you replied.

“how about we clean ourselves up again and then order some food..” he giggles softly, stroking your back.

“sounds like a great plan!” you stretched out your body.

fin.

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request where reader has some kind of severish accident which means her movement is limited (like she has a leg cast and crutches or something) and harry takes time out to visit her in hospital and then care for her at home when she’s released until she’s feeling better and once she feels good again she keeps hinting at wanting to be intimate with him because it’s been so long and she’s missed having him that way and that aspect of their relationship but he’s not picking up on her hints because he doesn’t want to rush her or assume she’s ready before she’s fully recovered but it just makes her feel rejected and sad like he doesn’t want her that way anymore and he sees her as a burden because there’s no proper communication but then when they finally talk about how they’re feeling he’s like omg baby no that’s not it at all of course i’m still attracted to you i love you i just don’t want to pressure you after everything… cut to it ends in fluffy emotional smut and all is well again

lmao sorry this was so long and there’s no punctuation but this was literally a stream of consciousness 😮‍💨

hii thank you so much for the request it was really fun to write <;3

hope you enjoy!

It was completely your fault. 

At least that’s how you felt. The bike ride was supposed to be short and sweet but you ended up in a small ditch with a broken ankle. You felt stupid more than anything. And a little embarrassed. You called Harry with a wobbly voice and shooting pain in your ankle. He raced to your location and took you to the hospital, doted on you endlessly and now that shooting pain has been reduced to a dull ache due to the medication they have you on. 

His hands gently knead your leg and give you a much needed massage to soothe a cramp that’s been building up while you stare at him with loving eyes, “how’s it feeling, baby? Better? Doctor said it would be good to go home with some crutches.” 

You roll your eyes at him and smirk mischievously, “I could’ve gone home days ago, you’re the one that made me stay here to make sure I was alright, Harry.” You chuckle softly and watch closely as he gets up to start to tidy up and collect your things. 

“I just needed to make sure that there wouldn’t be any further damage, angel.” he pleads his case, stopping his gathering for a moment to shoot you a look that you only respond to with a deadpan stare. 

“Whatever you say, Dr. Styles.” 

“Mm. Say that again. S’kinda hot.” your lover smirks at you with that glint in his eyes that only shows up when he says something that he knows will have an effect on you. You giggle and he takes a couple steps towards you, leans down, and gives you a soft kiss. Your hands reach up to tangle in his brown curls, tugging lightly to pull him deeper into the kiss. The faintest of groans leave his lips and it makes a wave of contentment flow through you, you’ve missed him like this. That contentment is very quickly thwarted when Harry pulls away, only to leave you with a quick peck and a smile. You frown softly, but he misses it. 

“All jokes aside though, I’m really glad you’re okay. It could’ve been a lot worse; you know?” He gently takes your chin between his fingers and squeezes softly. You nod and offer him a knowing smile. You know how anxious he gets, especially when it comes to the people he loves most, especially when it comes to you. “And excuse me for my innate nature to protect the girl I love.” he speaks with a sarcastic bite and a faux eye roll that you giggle heartily at. 

“Alright, love.” his voice strains from the weight of you in his arms, “you just lay here and look pretty. I’ll go get your stuff and then we can cuddle.” You were cleared to go home. They sent you off with some crutches and told you that you were good to go.

And that’s basically how the rest of the five weeks in the cast went. You and Harry, alone in your house, with Harry constantly all over you and needing to make sure you were okay. He rarely let you out of his sight unless he had to go to work and you loved it, but seeing him and not being able to really kiss him the way you want to has you a little bummed, and frustrated. You’ve not only missed kissing him, you’ve missed having him. The weight of him on top of you, the praise he always whispers in your ear, the way he feels when he touches you and fucks you like no one else can. You’ve missed all of that. 

And you barely need the crutches anymore! You’ve been walking just fine without them and Harry has been so vocal about being proud of your progress, but still nothing. 

You try to give him hints sometimes but it’s like it completely flies over his head. He’ll just kiss you as if you guys are being watched by the pope and be his normal perfect, “tooth-rottingly” sweet self. 

“Missed you so much, angel.” He had just come back from work, tired, but obviously never too tired for his girl, “d’you need anything? You’ve eaten right?” he mumbles while his face is squished cutely into your arm. 

“Yes, my love. I’ve eaten. Don’t need anything really. Just you.” And that one was obvious, really obvious, you used that tone you normally use with him when he’s fucking you, you have your hands tangled in his hair and make sure to tug lightly enough to where it feels like an accident, you’re wearing his favorite smelling body oil, you’re even dragging your foot across his thigh for god’s sake. What more does he need? He’s usually ready to go with less. 

“Well you’ve got me. Always.” his head shoots up, the curls flopping with it, he grins so happily at you like you aren’t dying from the emptiness of not having him inside you for so long. You might lose it and honestly you can’t even blame yourself for how you’re reacting. He’s just too good to be without it for this long. And you can’t figure out why he doesn’t seem to want to give you what you need. That’s always been his promise after all, that he was going to give me what you needed, always. 

So, what in the world is going on now? 

It’s been another two weeks. Still no moves from Harry and still seventeen million moves from you (a day). You’re beginning to think that he’s doing it on purpose, and that, that is a dangerous thought. You’re the biggest overthinker you know, and now that the seed is planted in your head that Harry is avoiding your attempts at being intimate with him, it’s spiraling out of control. There’s a big ball of emotion in the pit of your stomach that’s making you feel like shit and you really don’t like the feeling. 

You decide to go downstairs and find him, hoping to just talk it out. The whole way down the stairs you’re convincing yourself that it’s all just a big misunderstanding or miscommunication, but your brain is working overtime to convince you that you're being avoided on purpose. 

When you hit the last step, you immediately see him, in all his glory. His back is turned to you and he’s wearing a tight black shirt that showcases every muscle in his back and arms. It honestly makes your mouth water. You walk up closer to him when you realize he’s on the phone and your walking slows so you can be quieter. Your hands reach up to touch his shoulder and finally get some of that physical contact you’ve been craving. He puts his hand on yours for a second but then slightly shrugs your hand off of his shoulder. Your heart drops. 

Now, normally, you would’ve found it funny, or just chalk it up to him doing something important, or being in a bad mood, but there was only one word running through your head now. 

Burden. 

Burden. 

Burden. 

The extreme fear you have of feeling unwanted manifests in many different ways. You stumble back from him, while he doesn’t even notice the pain on your face, and you slowly retreat to your room. As soon as you get upstairs, and onto your bed, the waterworks start. You feel so incredibly dramatic but it hurts so much to feel like the only person you want around doesn’t feel the same way you do. 

It’s a couple dozen minutes of crying before you hear his heavy footsteps coming up the stairs. Your door opens a couple moments later and Harry comes in it. The first thing he heard, which stopped him in his tracks, was a sniffle. And then he saw you crying. His heart drops. 

“Hey, hey hey. What’s going on?” he rushes over to you with his gentle voice, immediately crouching down to level with where you’re laying on the bed. “Is it hurting, baby? Tell me what’s wrong.” 

And he tries to convince you to tell him, for way longer than he should’ve, lots and lots of coaxing, and when you finally told him, it may have been in the least liked way that you were imagining. 

“Why won’t you touch me?!” you blurt out, frustration clear as day in your voice. Harry leans back slightly at the shock of your admission. 

“Why won’t I…touch you? I–babe what are you talking about?” 

“I’ve been trying everything I know of to get you to realize I just need you so badly, but it feels like you’ve been ignoring it. Like you just don’t want to be intimate with me and it feels like I’m a burden or something. I hate feeling like I’m bothering you.” 

Harry has a permanent frown on his face when you speak, looking directly into your eyes, following your every move. 

After your short rant he looks at you for a moment, he looks away as if he’s in thought, he sighs almost as if he’s relieved, then you watch him…laugh?

“I cannot believe,” he starts, immediately getting up from his crouched position to stand and tower over you. “I cannot believe that you could ever think that I don’t wanna be close to you, or make you feel good, or make you come the way only I can.” his eyes have changed from soft and concerned to intense, but with that familiar glint. 

“You really think I’d ever deprive myself of being in between those gorgeous thighs, baby? Really?” his hand softly grazes against your thigh, almost as if to prove his point. Your eyes flutter shut at the faint touch. Finally, you think. 

“I’ve only been worried about your ankle.  I just wanted to make sure everything was alright before we did anything. You hurt yourself pretty badly baby, didn’t wanna pressure you.” 

“Jesus, H. Seriously? I was worried–” you’re cut off when he kisses you deeply, his hand coming up to loosely wrap around your throat. You moan into the kiss and he groans deeply, moving himself so he’s on top of you. 

“Thought I taught you better than you not using your words, pretty.” he rasps, his tone soft but condescending. You whimper softly at his words, as he spreads your legs to fit himself between them, rocking his hips to grind himself against you. “Hm? Use your words, baby. You have to tell me what you want.” 

That slow grinding is making your mind go fuzzy, it’s been so long and you already feel dizzy with pleasure. “Need to be close. Need you to fuck me.” you mumble. You already feel closer than you have in a long time. The way you’re staying directly into his moss green eyes as his entire body flexes with his movements, the way you can feel his soft pants against your skin. 

“Yeah?” and he wastes no time. He kisses down your body slowly, like he’s worshiping you, and makes his way down between your thighs. He spreads you apart slowly like if he wants to savor every moment and when he finally gives you what you want, he gives and gives and gives. 

And you just have to sit there and take it while he’s fucking you with his perfect mouth like that, getting his face and your thighs all messy with your arousal, moaning as if he’s the one getting pleasure from it, making you come twice on his tongue despite your squirming and whimpers. 

“Have no idea how much I missed your perfect cunt, baby. No idea.” 

And when you tried your very best to pull away due to the overstimulation, he tightens his arms around your waist and tugged you back to him harshly with a gruff, “M’not done. Need more.” 

And god if you didn’t just die right then. 

When he fucked you, it was slow. And you could definitely tell that he missed you just as much as you missed him. Deep and slow strokes that brought the most beautiful sounds out of both of you and had his breath stuttering and eyes fluttering shut. 

“You’re so perfect, so wet for me.” he moans softly. Suddenly his eyes open and his brows pull together when he looks down at you, he almost looks…sad. 

“Don’t you ever think that I don’t want you like this again, do you understand me?” He punctuates his words with a very purposeful thrust that rubs right against the spot that makes you shake. “I could never be not attracted to you. Never. You’re the only person that has me this fucking gone. How do you not see what you do to me?” 

He reassures you the whole time, whispering those praises you missed so much in your ear ang touching you exactly the way he knows you like. 

“You’re so fucking good for me, angel. Squeezing me so tight, you missed me hm?” 

“Wanna come for me? Is my needy girl gonna soak my cock? Go ahead baby.” 

“That’s my girl. Fuck I’ve missed how you feel when you come around my cock like that.” 

And when you both finish, he’s extra cuddly. You guys are bundled up in the blankets and it feels like if he were to crawl in your skin it still wouldn’t be enough to satisfy him. 

“God I missed you.” he breathes out contentedly.

“Missed you too, H. So much.” 

“Also you smell really good, is that my favorite body oil?” he questions with the most adorable smile on his face. 

“Now you notice?” you giggle and roll your eyes; he has a confused pout on his face, and you just cuddle up closer to him and let your eyes fall shut.

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[wordtotherose]

Sending Jay ahead was the right thing to do. It was.

But every minute on his own now is worse and worse and worse. It feels like the sun is setting quicker than he's moving, the shadows of the village getting darker and not really any bigger as they travel. Out there, past the small village, rocks the rowboat they arrived in, and further still the dipping sun over the water he and Gillion call home. 

Puddle is going as fast as they can, Chip knows this, recognises the signs of an animal pushing themself further than their limits allow. Chip and Puddle. Racing down an empty road with urgency pumping their hearts and, at least for Chip, a screaming void in his head blocking all cohesive thought. The bracelet on his wrist is useless so far from its counterpart but Chip strains regardless to make sure he notices the very second he's close enough to make out the familiar presence of Gillion's mind nestled next to his. 

Jay is barely a shadow in the sky when he sees her dip back towards land, still a distance from the village and her mother and Gillion Gillion Gillion. His breath scratches in his throat as he watches, waiting to check that she lands on her feet and keeps going, that, despite no shot ringing out, she hasn't been shot down. But no. Of course not. She's moving. Not even a stumble. Her hair is catching the fading light and the idea that they might still be too late is sickening, enough for his stomach to drop and his hands to shake. With every second they aren't there, every moment the spell isn't being done, Gillion is fading. Gillion is dying. Alone. Without either of them. With a stranger he was so desperate to still look his best in front of upon meeting, a stranger who doesn't know him!

May won't thread new braids into his hair in comfort like Jay does. May won't kiss his cheeks like Chip does every night before sleeping just to make the triton smile and stop his constant motion for a heartbeat. She won't know he doesn't like his hand held by anyone but his closest friends, Chip or Jay or Caspian. Will she work out that he needs to be kept damp? That he's more likely to drink if she offers water with salt mixed in? He needs to drink. Needs his strength. 

Jay is flying again, in short bursts now as she tries to make the most of her energy. An angel in the sky. He has to fight back the tide of self-disgust he feels for having no true part in helping here. She'd have gotten the gemstones without him. Maybe even been quicker about it.

Puddle slips on a loose rock and Chip slides, clawing his way back up to being steady on the raccoon's back. Of all the bloody minded things for Gillion to do with the last of his magic, to turn a perfectly suited horse into a raccoon just because they were Jay's favourite. Because he wants to make them smile even when he's dying.

Chips shakes his head and focuses on the flare of Jay's orange hair until she vanishes between the buildings.

***

It's hard. The bed he's on, he means, and it isn't swaying with the bone deep sense of home innate to the waves he's always in or on.

Land? Where were they heading last? 

Why is everything so blurry? So dark?

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He twists towards the side, hoping to turn over and find Chip or Jay nearby to ask his questions to. 

Something stops him short. Tight resistance around wrists he cannot shift and legs he cannot feel and a chest he doesn't recognise the shape and agony of. 

Where? 

Kind words, a gentle but firm voice. Unfamiliar. Unknown. Where's Chip? Where's Jay? 

Pretzel?

Oh. There. 

Pretzel. In his hair, above his head. He can't hear her chirruping purring sound but he can feel it, vaguely. Half removed from the idea of sensation entirely. 

He thinks he manages to convince his body to say something, a hand touches his own and he flinches away. It retreats and settles on his shoulder instead, over his wetsuit. 

The flinch hurt. 

The voice is starting to sound urgent. 

It's dark. 

And the world isn't swaying.

And his friends aren't here. Maybe it's a nightmare. Maybe he just has to grit his teeth and wake up eventually. 

***

The streets are more full than normal, what with the Den being closed for business for the night. Jay dips and throws herself round corners and shortcuts with the surety of being home. People are calling greetings to her, making friendly jabs at her frantic pace. 

She ignores every last one of them. There's no time to worry about good impressions, no spare seconds to feel anxious about being nice. They'll forgive her. Most of them watched her grow up, after all.

She's not sure she can stand for Gillion to die in her home. Not sure how to reconcile the loss with what this place has always been, what she wants it to always be. 

But if she doesn't get these stupid gems there soon, before the sun sets fully probably, knowing their portentously shitty luck, well. Then she won't have a choice about it all. 

The world will be new again, without Gillion. 

It's a world she doesn't want to wake to.

***

They're dead. 

That's the truth of it, that's the burning in his chest, the cause of the vice around his heart. That's why Pretzel is so upset somewhere above him, petting him like he's the one injured. He is, he supposes, if they're both dead. 

What's left for him, what is destiny worth if he can't use it to protect them?

They died in his arms. Under his hands. With their eyes looking up into his for help, for rescue. He let them down. He let them die. 

So maybe he just needs to wake up. 

Or does he?

Which world is real?

Didn't he wake up earlier? With the knife? The ice knife? 

He needs water. Needs to make another. Needs to check. Jay will just heal him if it's real-

If it's real then Jay is dead. 

Fuck. 

Someone is talking to him still. Have they always been? A woman. Talking. Asking him questions, it's in the lilt of her tone, she expects an answer.

He tries to shape a name, a question in return. 

"Chip?" 

He doesn't hear an answer so he tries again, screaming through the pain of grief; he never wanted to meet grief like this. Not with them. 

"Jay?"

There's a gurgling sound and he fears it may have been him. There's movement. A shaking. A rocking but not the sea. Like a body coughing and bending up only to fall back with the effort. Like when Chip was having his nightmares and couldn't stop, couldn't think, couldn't understand. Chip…

Dead. 

They're both dead. 

Right. 

Ice knife.

Wake up. 

Or are they... 

...if they're....then…

***

Chip falls off of Puddle into the dust of the street just as they pass the first home. His knees scrape and the pain is so far away, locked up in a chest in the back of his head for later. The trousers he loves, that Ollie has embroidered silly little sea birds onto the cuffs of under Drey’s patient tutelage, they're maybe ripped. His skin is maybe split and bleeding, the palm of one hand is for sure, blood smearing sticky and wet on his forehead as he pushes his hair out of his eyes, fixes his coat so he can breathe to run.

Puddle collapses into an exhausted lump and Chip would feel bad if he had any time. 

As it is, he's scrambling to his feet, checking the bracelet is still on his wrist, and is bolting to the Eagle's Den with only a shout of apology over his shoulder to the creature. 

People out are slow moving, glorying in what, to them, is the tail end of a beautiful sunset and the start of a warm, sparklingly starlit night. They are not best pleased when he pushes past them, gasping out more apologies that he knows they won't hear as he rushes past, leaping onto and over boxes outside homes and fences separating gardens and growing plots. He doesn't stop. Cannot stop. 

The cresting wave of another's thoughts alongside his own hits hard, nearly knocking him off his feet again, absolutely punching the air from his already tight lungs. He's delirious still, jumping from one half formed idea to the next, remembering and imagining and percieving everything altogether in one muddled mess. It sort of hurts to try to look at too closely but it's still so faint that Chip doesn't dare take his focus away. Gillion can't hear him in return, he knows that, but this way he can know if Jay is there, if the spell is being done.

Only...nothing. Gillion is so far gone, slowing and slurring even in his mind...no…

Chip hops the last fence in his way and pushes through the burning in his lungs, the closed door ahead taunting him. Tempting him. Teasing with what little good he'll even be able to do in this situation when he does get there. 

Gillion's thoughts vanish in one silent drop three steps away from the door.

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#my writing #fanfic #jrwi #jrwi gillion #jrwi fnc #jrwi fish and chips #fnc #jrwi chip #jrwi jay #jay ferin #gillion tidestrider #ao3 #just roll with it #jrwi riptide

[thepunkmuppet]

reasons why lorne is queer coded and why I am confused no one talks about the gay icon that he is

he is a stereotypical effeminate gay man down to the voice (i hate that you know the one, but you know the one). he likes glitz and glam and showbiz and female celebrities and parties and pop culture and mimosas and nice clothes and just behaves the way gay men are stereotypically shown/seen to behave (especially in early 2000s media) so um yeah that’s straight up the definition of queer coding but THERES MORE SO IM CONTINUING

his innate passion for music is used as a clear allegory for being different, and by extension sexuality and gender. he was shunned for his unique interest in music by his family and culture, and hated for being different by everyone in pylea despite it being something he couldn’t seem to control. when he comes to earth, he is able to be himself and pursue his passions, and sees pylea and his family environment as literal hell. the culture in pylea is based around conformity and obedience and is run by a shady religious group, so him breaking free from that environment is super relatable for queer people who grew up in religious / anti-lgbt homes

caritas is most definitely a metaphor for a queer safe space / gay bar. there is no violence allowed, humans and demons exist there in peace with each other, and he created it personally from the ground up to provide a space for others like him who are different and might not want to go / be able to go to “normal” or human bars. oh and also there’s a club shooting scene where, despite most of the demons there being peaceful, the shooters are a, afraid of them and b, in this specific case, enjoy hunting and terrorising them for sport because they hate them so much. so. yeah that TOTALLY doesn’t reflect real life queer history and current events not at ALL

the women in the deathwok clan look like bearded men. lorne makes a few comments about cordelia’s beauty and availability as well as some pylean women from the past, but we know that the concept of gender and womanhood is different in pylea. so even if he is attracted to women, his experience of gender and gendered attraction is undeniably queer by human standards regardless

he clearly has a casual thing for angel. like he knows that man is gorgeous but he also knows that angel is in love with like fifteen different people throughout the series and he is just not about that drama

he uses affectionate pet names for everyone, especially angel, ALL THE TIME like honey, baby, muffin, sweetcheeks, angel-cakes etc

he fulfils the gay best friend stereotype very often in the role he plays in episodes, often furthering others’ arcs and the plots of episodes while providing sassy quirky advice and having no personal character growth. bad trope that I do not like but it’s true

he is a kind sweet mum friend and a sassy gay wine aunt at the same time and I love that for him

EDIT I realised this on rewatch recently, I had forgotten there is a scene where just straight up shamelessly asks angel out on a date to a concert. so.

basically I have a lot of feelings about him and I simultaneously relate to him and want him to be my mum and he is a very very special boy who deserves all the love in the world!!! so!!! lorne says happy pride month!!!!

edit: everyone in the tags and comments saying it is obvious you are completely true and correct!! which is why idk why no one talks about him!!!!! I just wanted to put my thoughts into words so here it is

#ats #angel the series #lorne #btvs lorne #ats lorne #krevlornswath #krevlornswath of the deathwok clan #buffyverse #buffy the vampire slayer #btvs

[chubs-deuce]

First off, love your work! Your art is phenomenal!

Though, I am rather curious. We've seen Lucifers reaction to finding out about Dawn, but what about the other residents of the hotel? I can't imagine Angel, Vaggie, Husk, and Nifty have an exactly pleasant reaction. Nifty because babies are messy, Husk because it's Alastor and ew??? he made a baby???, Angel because what was the sex like, and Vaggie because her (current? ex? never dated in this au?) girlfriend just popped up with a child that she apparently had with someone who's the literal worst. I guess I more or less answered my own question, but I'm still curious how you think they'd react. Perhaps even Lilith if you think that's something you can tackle with our limited information about her? I can honestly imagine her storming out of Heaven, kicking down the hotel doors, and scooping up little Dawn for Nana time. Maybe she even brings Alastors mama with her at one point as a small thank you to him for giving her a grand baby, but she probably has the same reaction to him as Lucifer and doesn't like him much. Lol

Also, you've probably talked about it before, but what were Charlie and Alastor trying to do when they accidentally conjured Dawn? You mentioned a spell/incantation or something, but what was it for?

One last question: I once saw a similar comic where Alastor accidentally made a baby with Angel and, upon trying to decide what to do with it, Alastor proceeded to try to (pretend to.... I hope) eat the baby. Did Alastor do the same thing in this situation or would he do something somewhat similar? What would Charlie have done if he'd tried?

Oh!!! What a wonderful ask to receive and get to pick apart/build upon!!!

First of all I'm so glad you like my art, thank you so much! :D

Secondly I'll happily give my take on everything you've just brought up - you're making many great points and I agree with a lot of them too :DD I'm gonna give my input under the cut since this got hella long lmao:

Question 1: how would the other hotel residents react?

I already agree with pretty much most of your ideas!

I personally think that they wouldn't just spring the news on the residents without Charlie being Charlie and wanting to make sure that whole thing goes over well (and correctly) and insisting on giving the context upfront first before any crass assumptions can be made!

So while Angel would be disappointed at the lack of implied sex to prod them about, I do think he'd take a liking to the baby p much immediately. He used to have a lot of extended family growing up under the circumstances that he did, so I like to imagine he slips into a kind of older brother/caretaker/babysitter role fairly easily! Not to mention he's one of the most emotionally intelligent members of the cast, so I think he'd also pick up on Charlie's emotional turmoil fairly quickly and become a great source of support early on.

Husk would definitely be weirded out, but more worried for the offspring and how much Alastor could potentially corrupt an innocent creature that harbors unknown amounts of immense power given her heritage by being given the freedom to raise her in his image. He does inevitably grow to care a lot more about her over time.

Niffty definitely doesn't like Dawn until she's old enough to start cleaning up after herself properly - by then Dawn has already developed a mischieviously playful personality, so Niffty easily manages to rope her into shenanigans such as bug hunts or stealing someone's diary or sth.

Vaggie's a tricky one since I haven't yet decided where she stands with Charlie.

Vaggie has every right to be extremely wary of Alastor and his motives (even after his efforts in the battle against Adam), she absolutely hates the idea that this freak managed to procreate - and with someone as innately powerful as Charlie nonetheless! But she also cannot deny that the child is ultimately not at fault in the slightest and undeserving of her ire, so she comes to the conclusion that the best she can do to prevent this fucker from influencing her negatively is to monitor their interactions and interject to keep the kid on the "right" track morally speaking.

Part of me wants to make it so they mutually broke up after Charlie made her deal with Alastor (Vaggie would've had a justified reason to be upset with her for being reckless and Charlie would've still been upset with Vaggie for keeping such a huge secret from her for years, so a fight would make the most canonically compliant sense here)…

…but I also think that keeping her and Charlie purely platonic from the get-go with Vaggie still working her way out of the militaristic mindset that was drilled into her in the past will generally be easier for me to successfully pull off.

This may or may not result in Vaggie trying to teach a five years old Dawn to fight with a spear that her little hands can barely even hold in the name of self defense :'D

As for Lilith… I don't know if I'll even really touch on her in the story? Mostly bc I have no clue what any of the clues we've gotten so far could mean for her personality-wise ^^" She could be the worst mom in the history of moms or the woman we saw by the beach was secretly Eve all along or maybe Lilith is actually playing some kind of 6d chess we don't see all of the pieces of for everyone's greater good - it's too many variables to really come to any one conclusion ^^"

I'll have to think about it in more detail later down the line…

Question 2: What were Charlie and Alastor trying to do when accidentally conjuring Dawn?

See, the exterminations are still happening bi-yearly now that Lute is in charge and Sera refuses to lift a finger to keep them in line, so the thirst for vengeance continues to go unquenched, only growing as time passes.

Great question, and one with an answer!

To add to that, Emily and a handful of others in heaven are getting worried about some ominous visions archangel Ramiel has been having and thought it best to entrust Charlie with Lucifer's old grimoire (that he wrote before he fell).

The reason? It appears in some of Ramiel's visions and they're hoping there's some kind of helpful thing in there.

And, more importantly, it's written in an ancient angelic language, one that Charlie isn't fluent in.

The spell they used to create Dawn is actually titled something Charlie translated to "Tool Of Infinite Potential"

So Charlie thought huh! Maybe this can help protect us better in the next etermination without relying on dad again or has some other hidden purpose I'm not yet privvy to that will help with restoring balance to heaven? It's scribbled across the last two pages of the book.

The spell requires at least two casters - so clearly it must be a powerful one, right?

The only people coming to mind powerful enough to handle that sort of magic would be Lucifer and Alastor - but considering the grimoire is written more like a diary and Charlie is very certain she wasn't meant to even have it to begin with, her father falls out of the equation.

So… they were techincally always trying to create Dawn, they just didn't know it yet due to a translation error :'D

That left Alastor, who then talked her into giving it a shot.

What neither of them knew yet was that Charlie mistranslated the spell - it's not "Tool" of infinite potential, but "Vessel". What is the forbidden offspring of an angel but a vessel of infinite potential? To raise up and teach whatever knowledge and beliefs you want?

Question 3: Would Alastor try to eat the baby?

No :'DDD

He's unhinged, yes. He doesn't normally like children - that is also correct.

Also Alastor is nothing if not an opportunist and after the initial surprise and shock and double-checking their notes to make sure they performed the ritual correctly… There's two things happening in his brain.

But I don't think he'd just try to fucking. Eat a child that was a rather costly fucking thing to make - sucking up not only materials and hours of planning but also one of his shadow minions, his blood and a literal piece of his soul.

Maybe he'd joke about it eating it to remove it after seeing Charlie vastly more in distress about the whole ordeal? But not really mean it, if so, yet still receiving a horrified glare from the princess lol.

Firstly: This child is equal parts him and Charlie - he recognizes the chance to mold and shape a young demon that might be on par with Charlie in terms of power in his image.

Secondly: He's hyperaware that he talked Charlie into doing this ritual, the baby undeniably looks like it's his - he's as much to blame here as her mistranslation.

There's a responsibility there for him, as both participant and not quite willing donor. That child has a literal piece of both of their souls in it and I genuinely don't think his internalized misandry and planet-sized pride would allow him to be like the deadbeat dads he's offed quite a few of in life now that he's put in a similar position. He would want to be better than his own father at least - especially if he wanted to succeed at shaping this kid completely to his will.

THANK YOU AGAIN SO MUCH FOR THIS ASK!!! I hope this wasn't too bothersome in length to read through ^^" (even tho I had a blast writing this up all evening lol)

Have a great day <3

#charlastor #radiobelle #charlastor fankid #charlastor fanchild #chubs ocs #dawn morningstar #hazbin hotel oc #chubs answers

[caineinthecorner]

Languages (world building)

★ Find my hcs referring to: The DBs, Others

Hewo. I have been busy with stuff but the thought of this post reentered my mind.

Anyhow is just me doing world building ramblings because the question of how Devildom, Humanity and Heaven handle communication is so interesting to me as a bilingual person.

Gentle reminder that I make shit up.

★ Loquar ad vos

Demons do not speak any human language, at least natively. They have their own tongue, the name unpronounceable to mortals. It's very throat-y and the grammar very specific. You will accidentally typo a death threat while trying to say "good morning".

However, because this was an issue back in ye olden days back when demon rituals were just discovered by humanity (and communicating with the demon you just summoned was Kind Of A Big Deal), human sorcerers came up with a "simple" (it actually took a long time to make, but it was purposefully made to be simple to replicate) translation spell to combat the language barrier - Loquar ad vos. The bridge for the language barrier between species.

But the spell is veeeery finicky, and only allows the translation of very specific languages; Amongst that list of translatable languages, is English and Japanese. Think about it like an online translator with a very low language selection.

Loquar Ad Vos also supports the translation from human language to another human language (So both Demon tongue -> Japanese and Japanese -> Spanish are possible while using it), so it is also used by human sorcerers as a normal translator independently from its original purpose of solely translating the demonic language.

The use of Loquar ad vos has become mainstream since its creation and nowadays every single summoning circle - human or demon or otherwise - includes it amongst the micro spells they utilize. You will get the scolding of a century if you write the runes for it wrong.

★ Nulla lingua

Angels, contrary to demons, are born with the knowledge of every single human language that has and will exist - alongside demon tongue - but lack a language of their own and mimic other beings’ instead. They do not require the use of Loquar Ad Vos to communicate with, and are therefore more “approachable” (this approachability with humanity resulted in a relatively amicable relationship between the two realms at the start of human existence, and therefore the extrapolation of theocratic rhetoric and/or angelology as a whole).

This is considered an innate Angel trait, shared through all angels no matter the rank or strength. Older or stronger angels tend to gravitate to older idioms, as they are more accustomed to them due to their age, while younger angels usually prefer newer and/or easier languages. You can very much guess an angel’s age by what language they feel most comfortable with.

Upon falling, innate Angel traits are either entirely lost or muddied greatly, so the beings who knew Everything now only know Few. As a small mercy of their God, demon tongue will remain in the sinner’s language repertoire, no matter the type of fallen angel.

#obey me shall we date #obey me hcs #obey me headcanons #obey me! shall we date? #obey me #caineshcs

[soulkeeper801]

Care - Twice Sana

Requested:  you don't feel well so you ask Sana to accompany you for the whole day. Throughout the day you just realized how her gestures make you feel loved and you end up telling her that you love her.

Sana x f!reader

Fluff

Words: 1.1k

You woke up feeling awful, aches and pains coursing through your body. For the last weeks you had pushed yourself over the top, trying to meet deadlines with the projects you were handling at the company. The day before, you had felt a cold was approaching you, you took medicine for it hoping it would simply go away, but as soon as you woke up, you realized you felt terrible.

As you laid in bed, contemplating whether to tough it out or stay in bed, you realized it was a Sunday, a day you could actually stay home and try to recover. The last sundays were spent in the studio, but for the first time you would take a chance to rest until you felt better.

You turned to the side and closed your eyes in order to get some more sleep so the headaches would go away until you hear your phone ringing.

You sighed and without checking the caller, you answered, “hello?” your voice sounded terrible, as if you hadn’t had a minute of sleep.

The voice on the other side of the line made you smile, “Y/N?” she asked, her voice filled with worry, “are you okay?”

“Hi, Sana,” you replied immediately, coughing a bit to clear your voice, “I woke up feeling a bit sick so I’ll be actually taking this day off to recover, I’ll be there tomorrow”.

“Oh, no,” she replied in a breeze. “I was on my way to the studio but I rather bring you some medicine and food, is that okay with you?”

Sana was an angel for you. She had been a constant presence in your life, a steadfast pillar of support and love. Through the ups and downs, she had stood by your side, offering a listening ear and a shoulder to lean on. 

You tried to resist, but her stubbornness made you end up accepting her offer.

With renewed determination, you mustered the strength to leave the confines of your bed. Though the aches and pains still lingered, the thought of Sana's impending arrival filled you with a newfound energy. You began to prepare yourself for the day, knowing that her presence would bring comfort, care, and a glimmer of light to even the darkest corners of your soul.

True to her word, Sana arrived at your doorstep with a warm smile on her face. She had brought a bag filled with goodies—books, snacks, medicine and even a cozy blanket. You couldn't help but feel a little better just by seeing her. It was as if her mere presence had a magical healing power.

She entered your room and sat beside you on the bed. "How are you feeling?" she asked, concern evident in her voice.

"Not great," you replied weakly, "but having you here already makes me feel a little better."

Sana gently brushed a strand of hair from your forehead and smiled. "I'm glad I could be here for you. Now, let's make this day as comfortable as possible for you, okay?"

Throughout the day, Sana took care of you with unwavering tenderness. She made you warm soup, ensuring each spoonful reached your mouth at just the right temperature. She read to you, her voice soothing and melodic, and occasionally paused to discuss the stories, making you forget your illness for a while.

As the hours ticked by, Sana's presence became a balm for your weary soul. Every gesture, every word uttered with kindness, seemed to resonate deeply within you. The way she adjusted the blanket around your shoulders, tucking it in snugly to keep you warm, made you feel safe and cherished.

Her genuine concern for your well-being was evident in her every action. She constantly checked in on you, asking if you needed anything, making sure you were comfortable. She anticipated your needs before you even voiced them, as if she could read your mind. It was as if she had an innate ability to understand and care for you in ways that no one else could.

With each passing moment, you found yourself captivated by the depth of her love and care. The tenderness in her touch, the warmth in her smile, and the unwavering support she offered made your heart flutter with a mix of joy and vulnerability. It was in those small moments, the ones that others might overlook, that you realized just how profound your feelings for her truly were.

As you watched her move about the room, fetching a glass of water or adjusting the pillows to make you more comfortable, you couldn't help but see her in a different light. Her selfless acts of kindness painted a picture of a person who not only cared deeply for you but also possessed a genuine and nurturing spirit. In those moments, you recognized that what you felt for Sana went beyond friendship or gratitude. It was something much deeper, something that stirred your soul and made your heart ache with longing.

The realization washed over you like a gentle wave, both exhilarating and daunting. You had spent countless moments together, sharing laughter and tears, supporting each other. But now, in this vulnerable moment of illness, you recognized the depth of your love for her.

As the day progressed, you contemplated whether it was the right time to reveal your true feelings. The fear of risking your friendship weighed heavily on your mind, but the desire to share the truth and potentially embark on a deeper connection with Sana grew stronger with each passing second.

Finally, when the timing felt right, you mustered the courage to express your emotions. With a nervous breath, you turned to Sana and spoke from the depths of your heart, "Sana, there's something I need to tell you. Being with you today, seeing your gestures of love and care, has made me realize that I might have feelings for you."

Her eyes widened with surprise, but a soft, tender smile curved her lips. She reached out and gently cupped your face, her touch sending shivers down your spine. "I do too," she whispered, her voice filled with warmth and sincerity. "I've cared for you for a long time, and today only confirmed what my heart has been trying to tell me."

In that moment, the weight of your unspoken feelings lifted, replaced by a newfound sense of joy and relief. You had taken the leap, baring your heart to the person who meant the world to you, and she had reciprocated your feelings.

Sana’s eyes looked at you with adoration as she approached you slowly. 

“You’ll get sick,” you warned when her face was mere inches away from yours.

She chuckled, “I don’t care, Y/N,” she replied, not stopping for a second, “I’ve been dying to do this for a long time”.

She closed the gap between you as your arms wrapped around her to bring her closer. 

Nothing felt better at that moment.

#sana x f!reader #twice x f!reader #twice imagine #twice scenario #twice sana imagine #twice sana x f!reader #twice sana fluff #twice fluff #requested #soulkeeper801

[drewsbuzzcut]

Forever Doesn’t Measure

mat barzal x model!fem!reader

a visceral in doses fic

Part 3 here

warnings: angst, crying, pregnancy, small argument, and I think that’s all

You sit at the island bar, basking in the sweet sounds of Nolan laughing along with Mat. He’s laid out on the rug, the boy playing with cars and using Mat as a racing track. All while AJ is sleeping peacefully in the pack and play. It transports you back to certain moments of happiness, moments you wish you could always live in.

You make eye contact with Mat and it’s like he takes a skinny dip inside your mind, because he gives you a longing smile. You can see it in his eyes that he knows what you’re thinking about.

The peace doesn’t last too long when AJ wakes up in tears; it’s his feeding time. You’re quick to settle on the couch, your baby boy nestled in your arms under a blanket, happily sucking away. It’s your last month of breastfeeding before weaning him off, knowing that he can’t just not visit with Mat during his allotted time.

You focus on Angel’s blond hair and soft cheeks, distracting yourself from thinking about how you were once a married mom, but now a single one.

Mat’s body sitting beside you on the couch makes you look away from the baby. He peers at you with a softness that you’ve almost forgotten.

“Hey, thanks for inviting me. It really means a lot to be here with the boys and you,” he says, knowing that spending the Christmas holiday together is important.

You honestly didn’t want to because almost 2 weeks ago you were tagged in pictures of him and a girl together, who you assumed was his friend from home. However, the thought of your boys not seeing their father took away all your anger. You didn’t need to ruin their lives even more.

“The boys miss you a lot, and it isn’t fair to them for you not to be here.”

“I miss them, too, everyday. I miss being on morning duty. Believe it or not, it’s one of my favorite parts of being a parent,” he admits. You faintly smile, thinking about all the times Mat would come back to bed with either one of his twins or both.

“You still have morning duty,” you point out, your free hands brushing AJ’s hair to avoid reaching out for Mat.

“Yeah, for like every other week. It’s not the same. Especially because you’re not there with me,” your heart hurts at his words.

“Is this your way of saying you miss me?” You tease, desire taking over when your hand reaches out to brush his hair away from his forehead.

“Of course I miss you,” he says simply, holding your hand in his. The way his thumb sweeps over your knuckles is pure bliss.

You tilt your head towards him while letting it rest back against the couch, eyelashes fluttering and eyes glued on him. Your innocent looks breaks him down into mush.

“I miss you, too,” you say, growing shy and looking down to avoid his stare. He only guides your face to his, lips connecting in a blurring passion. You try to lean into him, but with your baby pressed to your chest, it’s kind of hard. Mat does the job, though, scooting close to you to the point you’re practically wrapped in his arms.

Your tongue seeks entrance to his mouth, prodding the seam of his lips to make its way to dance with his tongue. You have the innate need to explore his mouth as you haven’t done so in a while. He feels the same way.

“Daddy! Daddy, look!” Nolan’s shouts make the both of you jump away from each other, in a state of shock at what just happened.

“Wow, little man! That’s so cool,” Mat clears his throat before complimenting Nolan’s favorite toy that he’s showing off.

“Um… I need to burp Angel and put him down for a nap. I’ll be back,” you mutter before scurrying upstairs.

The second you’re gone, Mat notices your phone going off, and without thinking about it, he picks it up to see who messaged you.

Tito: Happy holidays! I’m so glad we finally got to see you and the boys. Angel is perfect. I miss you guys. Hopefully we can have another visit soon.

Mat frowns at the message, not aware that you flew to Vancouver to visit Anthony.

“AJ went to sleep right away. I swear I can just watch him sleep all the time,” you gush, not knowing what you’re walking into.

“You went to Vancouver?” He asks immediately, catching you off guard.

Your mouth opens and closes, truly not knowing what to say.

“Um… yeah. I took the boys to go visit Tito and Emma. It was only for a few days,” you say softly.

“How could you?” Mat asks incredulously.

“What’s the big deal?”

“We were supposed to introduce Angel to them together,” he reminds you of the detail you stupidly ignored.

“Well, we aren’t together anymore, so it shouldn’t matter,” your voice is in a whisper, hoping that Mat will get the hint to not yell.

“It does matter. He’s my best friend, not yours,” he spits out.

You fight the tears willing to slip down your cheeks.

“I’m tired of you saying hurtful things to me! I’m tired of you breaking my heart,” he tells you.

“Breaking your heart? What about the girl you went on a date with? Huh? That friend from home? Yeah, I saw those pictures of you two together,” you inform him.

“It wasn’t a date! She is a friend from home, one that has a girlfriend, but I guess you didn’t see her in those pictures. And what does it matter if I was on a date, we’re not together anymore,” he throws your words in your face.

Your hands gravitate to your stomach out of instinct, holding on to the soon to be last piece of Mat that you’ll ever have. You can feel your heart cracking, knowing that most of this is your fault. You’re the one to blame.

“You’re right. It doesn’t matter. You’re free to date whoever you want. I’m sorry for saying hurtful things to you. I don’t hate you, I hate myself. Excuse me, but I think I’m going to take a nap. I’ll be down in time for dinner, just please watch Nols and keep an ear out for Angel,” you whisper, voice hoarse and ego crumbled.

You drag yourself upstairs, heading to your closet to pull on a large hoodie that you sneakily took from Mat before you moved out. Undressing out of your outfit, you put your hair up in a messy bun, and cuddle into your bed. Sleep takes over your body in less than a second. You hope you have dreams of your family being all together again.

Mat’s upset with himself for making you cry. To keep the picture of you heartbroken out of his mind, he starts completing miscellaneous tasks around the house, something he knows you’d appreciate. He’s lucky to get Nolan down for a nap even if it’s for 20 minutes. He takes a load of laundry upstairs to fold and put away. As he’s putting some of your clothes in your drawer he finds your paperwork confirming your pregnancy. To say he’s shocked is an understatement. A flurry of thoughts rush through his mind, tears starting to cloud his eyes at the secret you’ve been keeping. He’s not upset with you for not telling him, but at the fact that he has been missing out on the journey so far.

He exits your walk-in closet, coming face to face with your sleeping form. No one can stop him as he strides over to what would be your side of the bed- you’re asleep on his side -and lets his body sink next to yours. You’re on your side, facing away from him, so once he settles he nudges your body to turn into his hold. Your face connects with his chest, an arm holding onto him while one of your legs tangles with his. Eventually you end up on top of him, the natural instinct taking over. Besides, his warmth is to die for.

He allows his fingers to card through your mess bun; the urge to comfort you, strong. He watches your features as they are contorted into something resembling peace. You never see it, but Angel and Nolan look like you when you’re asleep. Both boys share that same blissful smile with you when sleep takes over. Mat first noticed it when Nolan was around one year old, and now he sees it all the time.

Light, pounding footsteps alert Mat, Nolan is making his way to the room.

“Mommy?”

“Mommy is sleeping, buddy. What’s up?”

“I hungry!”

“I know. We’ll start dinner in a little bit. Why don’t you lay with me for a bit,” Mat makes enough room for Nolan to cuddle with you both, you ending back on Mat’s side, facing him while your arms are still around him.

His eyes start to sting, thinking about another baby with you. He is so excited. His hand travels to your stomach, alerting you in the process. Your eyes pop open and you stare into his beautiful eyes. You know he knows. It’s as if anything but you touched your stomach, you immediately go into protective mode.

“Another baby, eh?”

“Another baby,” you confirm. He just smiles, eyes closed and lips closed, but the smile is so happy and a little smug.

Your one arm falls to rest around his waist, relishing in the small contact you have with his bare skin from where his shirt rides up.

“Why didn’t you tell me?”

“I couldn’t,” you shake your head fast and repeatedly, swearing away the thoughts of telling him before this moment. “I just couldn’t tell you. We had just broken up, and I was so shocked about the news. I just didn’t want to disappoint you even more. Even Tito said I should wait,” you say rushing through your words.

Mat’s face falls and for a minute you’re confused until you realize why. You told Tito before Mat.

No no no.

“You told Tito before me?” He asks surprised and hurt, immediately getting up and your hand latches into his waist to keep him close to you, but he’s stronger and upset. He rips himself out of your hold, disturbing Nolan in the process.

He stands, pacing a bit, one hand through the hair and the other rubbing at his neck. Those actions stop when he realizes Nolan is watching his every move, so he picks up Nolan as if he’s a protective blanket, constantly playing with his hair and kissing his head.

“Don’t be mad at Tito, please. It was word vomit. I didn’t mean to actually tell him,” you explain.

“But you still did,” Mat finishes, walking downstairs and leaving you alone with more guilt than you can handle.

You stay in bed for no more than 10 minutes, forcing yourself to get up and attend to Angel. Once he’s all changed and settled, you make your way downstairs. The air is tense beyond measure. Mat is prepping the kitchen, but takes over with AJ to let you cook as he isn’t the best.

From the time of cooking and preparing to eating, everything is silent except for the scrapes of the utensils against the plates and chewing.

Mat sits across from you, holding Angel in his lap. He’s so small compared to Mat’s arms. You start to think about just how much time Angel is missing out with him and vice versa. That’s how it’ll most likely be with the new baby, too. You don’t even realize your tears are falling until Mat is seating himself next to you to comfort you. You can only push yourself away from him. You don’t deserve his affection.

“I love you. Don’t push me away,” he whispers in your ear.

You only shake your head in response, and for the rest of dinner, you’re both silent, just watching the boys.

As you and Mat clean up around each other, you ponder how things should go from here. How will it work with you being pregnant? At the sink, you feel his arms cage you in. His tall, strong frame surrounds you. His breath flows out his mouth and down the back of your neck. You ward off the chills that sensation brings you. His head leans down, forehead resting on your shoulder. His hands move to rest on your stomach. It’s at that moment when you break down completely. Your body goes limp as your silent cries take over, but his body flows seamlessly with yours, so he has you in his hold before you hit the ground.

“Don’t do this, Mat,” you say.

“Don’t do what?” His face frowns in confusion, eyes searching desperately for yours for a clue.

“Don’t forgive me or love me just because I’m pregnant. I don’t want you to be with me for the sake of the kids,” you sob out.

“What about wanting to be together for the sake of us? I love you and I will never stop loving you,” he says so sure.

You turn to look at him when you feel droplets hitting your blouse and soaking your skin through the fabric.

“You’re breaking my heart. Please don’t,” he mutters.

“I love you,” you say for the first time in what feels like forever.

“I love you.”

“I want to be with you. Please. I want you. I want our family. I fucked up so badly. I don’t hate you. I love you. I overreacted about the whole nanny situation and I’m a fucking mess, but I need you. I want you,” you practically chant as you break through your stubborn walls.

“You didn’t overreact. I was being an asshole. I’m sorry. I love you. I want you. I want our family,” he says, sealing his lips to yours. It’s a kiss that can bring you back to life. A kiss that only gives you that fleeting emotion. A kiss that only Mat can give you.

“Mommy?” You hear Nolan calling out for you, so you break away from Mat.

He looks at you with a hint of worry, but more loving than anything.

“You ‘kay?” He forces himself between you and Mat, your face held in between his little hands. He looks at you with a look that you’ve only ever see on Mat when he’s making sure everything is good.

“Yes, baby. Mommy is okay. Mommy is happy,” you breathe a sigh of relief, knowing that you aren’t lying anymore. Pulling yourself off the ground with help from Mat and your little man, you bring all your boys into your arms on the couch. You feel like you can finally breathe again.

You and Mat make eye contact once more, fighting and breaking through each other’s walls- even though yours are more of a struggle to get through. You hate the way you treated him over the few months of separation, but there is nothing more healing than love being shared, love being felt, and love being created.

a/n: I’m so sorry this took long, but I hope you all love it! Thank you all for all the love and kind words<3

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[eatmangoesnekkid]

The most powerful being on the planet is a fully intuned sexual being; Someone who is fully intuned with their sensuality, sexuality, and thereby their ability to consciously and deliberately create.

In order to operate at a higher-than-average level, you have to release the need to judge yourself. Not judging or regretting any part of your journey, but experiencing and honoring every aspect is the secret to moving beyond a bored, shrunken sense of of self and coming into your full, phat, creative, joy-filled, sensuous, juicy aliveness so that you can create your new life narratives. Back in 2010, I left my leadership job in Atlanta and started to work 3 days a week as an art model for a professor and his students.

Calling in this well-paid position allowed me more space to spend 4-6 hours, 5 days a week in a forest alone. Spending that much alone time in a forest felt like the truth (the universe/love) was breathing me. Animating me. I would get so “high” naturally and become one with all that is, all there was, so there was less density and judgment about anything left in me, you see. You don't have to spend that much time in a forest to begin to feel how releasing judgement is a sacred keycode for living in a healthy magical existence. If the harmony feels right, allow yourself (your cells) to receive this. Judging everything on the planet as 'this is good/that is bad, this is right/that is wrong' actually takes up a lot of space in your body. However, discernment for what is true for you, is not judging but a kind of maturity.

To access the creative power that naturally and innately lives in your body, this magical divine energy that has been depressed (or pressed down into your body) and is now showing up or "manifesting" as aches and joint pain, fibroids, heavy periods, mold, candida, fibromyalgia, weight gain, rapid weight loss, overfunctioning, or addictions, is about creating more space within. Your developing spaciousness is key. What or who is taking up so much space in your body and life that you can't create new body and life narratives?

I started to sense years ago that maturing in my womanhood was not about constantly shopping, wearing dresses, overconsuming, or materialism but doing the solid meticulous real embodiment work that opens up a natural unrepressed sensuality that you and I both need in order to access our dormant pressed down divine gifts and power. When you are living in relationship to your divine energy, you no longer NEED to walk around in your human body with low-grade anxiety, low-grade depression, lack of fulfillment, constantly busy, constantly fighting and raging, or constantly running into the next thing because you are running away from yourself, your actual cells. You start to become clearly aware that you are something different from "normal" --like alien/angelic and intuition, foresight, secrets of the universe, manifestation, resilience, joy, aliveness, sexuality, and the deliberate creation come easier for us because you have accessed your real self beyond thepattern/programming. A heart opening frequency. In as much as prehistoric times, the Universe and our Ancestors passed down now forgotten stories and the lost arts of telepathy, tongues, prophecy, levitation, healing hands, etc. that some people still can not fathom are real. The beauty of this existence that we are all part of is that we can wake up those memories or realizations that life is incredibly mysterious and magical and anything is possible.

This melody of love work is intimate, mature, and takes you deep into your gorgeous body. Shadow work. Unconscious work. Breathwork. Movement. Breast care. Pussy work.

Holding gratitude for all your experiences, whatever they may be, is the first step to emotional maturity and its magical awakening. Trusting your choices eliminates the need to blame or shame another or feel victimized and allows us to actually be in the position of creator/God//supreme creator consciousness. Dare we to stop fighting and start feeling and twirling in spirals through life’s beautiful, and sometimes painful and messy initiations….and become whole and human again. --India Ame'ye, Author

[ameliora-j]

— cherry chapstick 𐐪𐑂 stepdad!eddie

𐐪𐑂 summary → your stepdad knows that he shouldn’t feel the way that he does about you. but how can something that’s so wrong, feel so right when it’s happening?

𐐪𐑂 content → this is part two!! obvious mommy issues, angst, smut, impact play [belting, slapping], spitting, brat tamer!eddie, oral (m!receiving), heavy degradation, drug mentions, painal, eddie is a dick, dacryphilia, dark!eddie, mean!eddie, toxic!dom eddie, no aftercare, subdrop, rough sex with no aftercare, anal sex, cnc, arguing,  stepdad!eddie munson, stepcest, infidelity kink, kind of an oc but written in second person, a few minor descriptors of reader’s body, this is a very dark fic! i am in no way responsible for what you choose to consume on the internet. 18+ ONLY

𐐪𐑂 words → 2.19k

part one

your mom had come home earlier than you expected. turns out that the ceo in los angeles didn’t need as much convincing as her company had originally thought. you’d been grumpy and short with eddie all week, uncaring of the attitude you were giving him.  

° 𐐪𐑂 ♡ 𐐪𐑂 ₒ 𐐪𐑂 ♡ 𐐪𐑂 ₒ 𐐪𐑂 ♡ 𐐪𐑂 ° 𐐪𐑂 ♡ 𐐪𐑂 ₒ ° 𐐪𐑂 ♡ 𐐪𐑂 ₒ

“you’ve got arms and legs, get it yourself” you rolled your eyes. your mother was shocked. she glared harshly at you as you just rolled your eyes.

“yfn ymn, apologize right now and go to your room!” she exclaimed angrily. you rolled your eyes once more and chose to only follow the second part of your instructions. eddie was practically fuming as he watched you roll your eyes and received the brunt of your god awful attitude. 

“yfn ymn, apologize right now and go to your room!” she exclaimed angrily. you rolled your eyes once more and chose to only follow the second part of your instructions. eddie was practically fuming as he watched you roll your eyes and received the brunt of your god awful attitude. 

the worst part was the he didn’t even know what he did wrong. however, he knew exactly what the problem was. you were wound up so tight because nobody had dicked you down. your problem was that you needed the attitude fucked out of you. and eddie was determined to do that… especially if it meant that you’d cool out on your mom. because, although she got the worst of your attitude, eddie got the worst of her’s. and he was absolutely sick of listening to her complain and nag him all the time just because you had pissed her off. he decided to put an end to it. 

° 𐐪𐑂 ♡ 𐐪𐑂 ₒ 𐐪𐑂 ♡ 𐐪𐑂 ₒ 𐐪𐑂 ♡ 𐐪𐑂 ° 𐐪𐑂 ♡ 𐐪𐑂 ₒ ° 𐐪𐑂 ♡ 𐐪𐑂 ₒ 

that night, you didn’t show up for dinner. eddie inwardly rolled his eyes at your innate childishness and pettiness. you’d got that from your mother. but nevermind, he and your mother finished up dinner quietly, and she’d returned to her office to get some more work done. he knew that now was his chance, whenever your mother went to finish work in her office, she’d usually end up falling asleep in there. and he knew that she’d be so buried in her piles of paperwork that she’d pay no mind to any sounds echoing of the walls of your bedroom as he split your pussy open on his cock and fucked you free of your attitude. 

as soon as he heard your mother’s office door slam shut, he’d made a plate and took it up to your room. he knocked twice before opening it. “did you hear a ‘come in’?” you scoffed, looking back at him with a dirty glare. 

he took a deep breath and pinched the bridge of his nose. “i brought you dinner, brat.” he huffed, setting it down on the edge of your bed. 

“okay. now get out” you rolled your eyes and turned back to the nails that you were filing and preparing to polish. 

“i’m getting sick of your fucking attitude.” he growled at you, having to physically restrain himself from wrapping a ringed hand around your throat. 

“and i don’t fucking care.” you glared, looking from him to the door once more. “you’re not my damn dad, eddie. get the fuck out of my room.” 

“i am sick of your fucking attitude you stupid little bitch!” he shouted, roughly gripping your jaw as he stared into your eyes. 

you rolled your eyes at him. “yeah, so what? you won’t do anything about it now that your wife’s around.” you snarled out through grit teeth. 

eddie had enough. his eyes flashed black in a mixture of anger and lust as he gripped your throat and shoved you down onto your knees. you let out a quiet shriek as he slapped you across the face. it wasn’t enough to truly hurt, just to get your attention. the cool metal of his rings burned against your jaw as you moaned out. 

“open your mouth, slut” he growled out as he fiddled with his belt buckle and jeans. your jaw fell slack at his command and he fished his cock from his pants and boxers. he ran the precum soaked tip along your tongue, letting you lick and suckle at it for a few seconds before bullying the back of your throat with his thick cock. 

his heavy balls slapped against your chin as you gagged and gurgled around the extensive length of the man punishing your mouth. you coughed and sputtered, moaning as your saliva bubbled up at the base of his shaft, up against his balls. “that’s it little bitch,” he growled, grinding against your throat as you fought to take the girth of him. “take that big fucking cock… nice and deep down your tight little throat” he grunted lowly. 

you swallowed uselessly around him as your constricting throat fought to accommodate his length. he bullied his way deep into your esophagus, using your mouth and throat like his personal fleshlight. eddie reached to hold the back of your head. he pushed untill your nose was buried into the small tuft of curls at the base of his shaft and his balls were pressed up taut against your chin. he used his free hand to pinch your nostrils together, restricting all airflow to your lungs and causing you to heave, cough, and sputter around him as you tried to find a breath. 

“beg me to breathe, worthless bitch” he growled lowly. you tried your hardest, even with the obstruction in your mouth and throat and restriction of your breath. you coughed and sputtered around him, uselessly begging him to let you breathe. he did no more than laugh and slap you a few times with the hand on the back of your head. 

he held you down untill tears were spilling down your cheeks. your face was paling with the exertion of coughing and not being able to breathe and mascara was staining your face due to the tears blocking your visage. only then did eddie decide to let up. he released your nostrils and the back of your head. you breathed in deep lungfuls of air, the oxygen burning your lungs as you inhaled it like a drug. your small, perky tits rose and fell in time with the heaving breaths you took as eddie laughed above you, stroking his cock to the image of you so fucked out. 

he gripped your jaw once more, squeezing your cheeks together so roughly that it forced your lips to part. he leaned down and spit into your partially opened mouth. your wanton moan was met with another rough slap to the cheek and eddie spitting on your face. “bend over the fucking bed, whore” he grunted, slapping you once more. “and keep your fucking mouth quiet” he reminded. 

you followed his instructions, laying across your bed on all fours. you arched your back untill your chest pressed up against the mattress, your puckering asshole and dripping cunt being put on display for the ruthless man behind you. “count them out loud. you mess up, i start over. you skip a number, i start over. you forget a number, i start over. you stutter, stammer, pause, even breathe wrong and i will start over, do you understand me?” he growled. 

“yes…” you swallowed hard, breathing heavily as anxiety spread through your veins. “yes sir.” you whispered. 

“good. because i won’t stop unless you say a safeword.” he growled. that was the only warning you got before rough leather was coming into contact with your round ass cheeks and you were screaming out number after number as your stepfather whipped you with his belt. 

he made you count all the way up to twenty, whipping you with each number you screamed out. your ass was bright red, throbbing and sore. once he told you that you were finished, your body collapsed onto the bed convulsing with sobs as eddie moved around the bed. 

“open” he grunted, tapping the head of his cock along your lips. your jaw dropped lazily and once more he was bullying the back of your throat with the fat head of his cock. “you better get it nice and wet because it’s the only lube you’re getting.” he warned lowly. you moaned at the prospect of him fucking your virgin asshole open, your mouth salivating even more at the idea as a small puddle of your drool began forming on the sheets of your bed. 

“fuck baby, i’m gonna split you in two” he growled, tugging his cock away from your mouth. thankfully, eddie decided to show a small amount of mercy. he pulled you back up onto your knees, spreading your asscheeks apart and spitting down onto your puckering rosebud. he pushed a finger in and began to slowly fuck you with it, grunting about how filthy you were for letting a dirty and perverted old man use your pathetic little virgin holes to spear you on and milk his cock. 

he scissored your hole open before beginning to tease it with the mushroom head of his cock. he slowly pushed in, in, and in untill he was bottoming out. he stretched you in ways that were unimaginable, and you couldn’t do more to welcome the searing hot pain in your as than bite down roughly on your comforter to hold back a loud scream. tears pricked at the corner of your eyes, kissing your bottom line of lashes as your breath balled up in your lungs and refused to come out. 

eddie gave you no time to adjust before he was setting a punishing pace inside of the tight ring of muscles. “fucking hell, yeah” he growled. “squeeze my fucking cock just like that” he grunted. his hand weaved into your hair and tugged roughly against the roots untill your back was pressed up against his chest. tears were spilling down your cheeks, your face completely soaked with them as your body shook with sobs. “that’s right, fucking cry on that big, fat cock” he laughed cruelly, licking at the tears spilling down your jaw and neck as he roughly pinched, twisted, and tugged at your pierced nipples. 

“please cum, please cum, please cum” you chanted, begging with every drag of his thick cock against your never-before-breached walls. the searing hot pain never stopped, and neither did the drag of eddie’s cock against the tight walls of your ass. you sobbed and wriggled on his cock, wanting it to stop, but your couldn’t deny the puddle forming below you from your dripping cunt. 

“don’t run from my cock” eddie growled out. he grabbed you by the throat, holding the back of your head in his hand and placing you in a headlock. he slowly grinded his cock down deeper into your ass. “cry all you want to you stupid bitch, but that slutty cunt tells me you fucking love this” he spat, roughly pinching your clit, causing you to squeal as your hips stuttered. 

“you think i don’t feel the puddle that desperate little pussy is making beneath us, slut?” he grunted. “you stupid fucking toy, squirm and cry and beg all you want but i know you like this” he growled, beginning to fuck roughly into your little asshole. “your little pussy is just jealous that she’s not being speared on daddy’s cock” he mocked, pinching your clit once more before slapping it. “she’s gonna be even more jealous when i give this tight little ass a fat load of my cum, baby” he grunted. 

he shoved your face down into the mattress and began to punish your ass with his cock. “fuck yeah bitch, fucking cry for me” he growled. his heavy, cum-filled balls slapped up against your pudgy little clit with each thrust of his fat cock into your abused little asshole. “fuck i’m gonna cum” he gasped. he grunted, forcing his cock as deep as it would go into your puckering, tiny hole as his cock began to paint the walls of your ass wit a sticky load. he panted heavily as he rode out his orgasm, rutting into your ass and grinding his pelvis down against the fat globes of your ass cheeks. 

“maybe now you’ll learn not to be a little bitch” he growled, leaning over to spit on your face before pulling out. he pulled his clothes back on, slapping your ass cheeks once more before seeing himself out. 

“wait but da—“ the words died on your tongue the second your bedroom door slammed shut. tears of sorrow blinded your visage as you curled into yourself and began to sob softly. 

your heart dropped to the pits of your stomach as your mind ran wild with self deprecating thoughts. you laid upon the massive amount of pillows in your bed, body shaking with the weight of your sobs as that dark and all consuming headspace took over your body. 

eddie munson had completely ruined you. 

° 𐐪𐑂 ♡ 𐐪𐑂 ₒ 𐐪𐑂 ♡ 𐐪𐑂 ₒ 𐐪𐑂 ♡ 𐐪𐑂 ° 𐐪𐑂 ♡ 𐐪𐑂 ₒ ° 𐐪𐑂 ♡ 𐐪𐑂 ₒ 

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