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Keeping It Under The Table

Summary: During a mission briefing Ghost does something a little out of character but you don’t seem to mind.

Cw: dubcon, public orgasm, unrealistic military scenarios

Pairing: Simon Ghost Riley x female!reader

Word count: 1.2k

The briefing room was in total blackout save for the bright screen at the head of the room showing an intricate map and multiple mug shots. The large rounded table sat a few blacked out silhouettes you failed to make out as you hurried in to find an empty seat.

The soft click of the door shutting behind you made the captain turn his head at the noise clearing his throat. You stilled holding the chair back in your hand.

“So glad ya decided ta join us. You’ve just volunteered ta take all the briefin notes.” He said with his signature smile. You stifled a groan while Soap and Gaz, just ahead of you, let out mimicked snickers.

“Right you lot, Laswell got us some intel about a data file that Makarov has been tryin’ ta get his grubby mits on for months. What’s on that file? That’s what I want ta find out.” His gruff voice rang through the small space clear and sharp, with full attention. Except one.

You glanced up from your haste scribbling to find Ghost leaned back in his chair, not looking at his captain, but at you. The lieutenant who hardly spoke a word to anyone but his team was staring at you. Possibly mentally scolding you for being late to such an important meeting. It made heat rise to your cheeks in embarrassment.

You quickly looked away to try and keep up with the quick pace of information being thrown around. A few hours go by, a plan is set, a team put together consisting of Ghost, Soap, Gaz, and you; an intelligence expert and the know how around computer systems. Any one else could call you a “hacker”. A date and time is placed along with a RV point where Nik will be waiting with an evac.

You’re writing as fast as you possibly can, trying to get as much as the information as possible when a slight nudge hits your boot. At first you think it’s an accident and pay it no mind, but it happens again, this time the other foot stays. You glance up and Ghost is looking at you once again.

You can’t read the emotions in his eyes, the plain black surgical mask covers the bottom half of his face concealing any other giveaways he might be able to make. You slowly raise an eyebrow as if to say:

‘Did you mean to do that?’

He slowly closed his eyes and the corners crinkled up as if he were giving a sly smile under his mask.

‘What if I did?’ He seemed to say.

His foot slowly pushed the two of yours apart, spreading your legs ever so slightly. Your heart was about to fly out of your chest. The lieutenant who never spoke, who was the lone wolf out of the pack, was flirting with you? 

More than flirting. The toe of his boot ran up the side on your spread legs, egging them to open more. All the while, above the table, he sat perfectly still. Arms crossed over his chest, looking absolutely bored. You however were flushed past your shirt collar, breath starting to become labored.

You had to adjust yourself you try and calm your racing heart. This was coming from nowhere. Sure you had always had feelings for the mysterious man sat across from you but you dropped it once he never returned the same thing. Respectfully. That is until now, where his boot was climbing dangerously close to your clothed cunt.

Instinctively, you spread your legs wider to give him better access which made him get a tiny glint in his eye. His boot hovered slightly over your cunt and you looked at him, silently asking what he was doing.

You definitely saw the devilish smirk paint itself across his face when he pressed slowly but firmly into you. You ground your hips softly up to meet him but stopped to not catch attention. Ghost didn’t seem to like that and pressed harder. You bit the inside of your cheek hard enough to draw blood when he start to rock his boot over your clit through your pants.

Briefing notes be damned. Price could write you up and make you clean bathrooms for a month and it would be worth it. You dropped your head into your hand but tried to make it look as natural as possible. Not as if you were riding your superiors boot underneath the table in a room full of your colleagues. Which turned you on more than it should have.

You looked back up at Ghost and his chest was rising and falling quickly. Eyes never leaving you as your hips slowly ground down in tiny circles. He didn’t move his foot but let you set the pace, eyes darting to Price every so often. Always so vigilant.

You tried to keep taking the notes but he turned you into a pile of mess in mere seconds. Brain turned to mush and unable to form a single coherent thought other than Ghost Ghost Ghost.

The unbridled need in your stomach was on fire and you looked at him with eyes that almost brimmed with tears. Pleading with him to help you. He understood immediately.

His foot began rocking in little waves in time with your small circled thrusts and it took a Herculean effort not to cry out. Your legs were shaking, your breath hitching, stomach clinching. His foot pressed into you firmly meeting with your thrusts sending you spiraling over the edge.

You held your breath, eyes rolling into the back of your head, fingers gripping onto your pen with such force it could’ve shattered it. Ghost coaxed you through your high softly and when you opened your eyes, his met yours and the hunger that stared back was overwhelming. He moved his foot away just as Price finished.

“We leave at 0400. Flight deck A. You four solid on what needs to be done?” Price glanced over at you, head still in your hands.

“Solid Cap’m.” Ghost’s heavy timbre rang in your ears.

Price hummed in acceptance and soon dismissed the group not before stopping you from making a speedy and quick exit.

“I want those notes on my desk by this afternoon.” You held the notepad to your chest and smiled softly.

“Yes sir. They’ll be typed up and in your folder no later than 1800 this evening.” He nodded and finally dismissed you.

As you made your way through the hallway to your barrack, a muscular arm caught yours and turned your back and pinned you to the closest wall. Ghost stood towering over you, arms caging you in on both sides. The silent shadow slunk his way to you and you never heard a thing. A small smile found its way to your lips.

“You have no idea how long I’ve been waiting to do that to you.” His dark eyes peered down at you with such heated lust you thought you’d burn alive.

“I can’t wait to see how these next few weeks play out then.” You run your hand down the front of his shirt and slowly graze over the buckle of his belt. Ducking under his arm you continued to walk the way you were heading.

Behind you, you could hear a deep groan followed by heavy footsteps trailing after you.

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Ps: I’m genuinely so obsessed with this man that if he broke me in half I’d probably thank him and ask for more… just 😩🤌🏻 military men. That is all.

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Begging For It- Alpha/SimonRileyX Omega/Reader

Summary: Waking up to an early unexpected heat, you resort to your Alpha for the one thing that will take way the pain.

CW: biting, knotting, slight mentions of blood, pnv, cunnilingus, choking, unprotected sex, literal pure smut

MDNI 18+

You woke up to a dull thrum in your head. Your skin damp with a thin sheen of sweat covering you causing the sheets to stick to you uncomfortably. Your skin pulling to tight to your body, and a slow pool of wetness building in your underwear causing you to shift uncomfortably. You groaned and ran your fingers through your hair to find that it was sweat soaked too, you felt the slow burn deep with in yourself and you cursed loudly. It came early. Your heat came early.

The pains hadn’t started yet, you were coherent and aware for now but if you had to guess by later today you would be at the whims of your heat and at the mercy of your Alpha; not that you would mind.

You rolled to your side to see said Alpha sleeping soundly. Simon’s face relaxed and worry free as he lay motionless while soft snores echoed in your shared room. You smiled to yourself as you crawled to him and wedged yourself under his arms and lay on his slowly rising and falling chest. Your soft purrs vibrated into his chest while you nestled into the crook of his neck dancing around your mating bite at the junction where his neck and shoulder meet.

Simon’s answering lower growls caused the heat in you to ignite. Your small gasp made his warm hazel eyes slowly open to look at his mate with a look of curiosity which soon turned into raw lust. A deep inhale lifted his chest and sent another deep rolling growl to your ears causing a flood of wetness to pour from you.

“Now what’s got you smelling so delicious?” Simon’s voice was deep with sleep and it sent shivers down your spine. He pulled you atop his hips and down to meet his lips in a chaste kiss. His large hands rested on your plush thighs, absently rubbing circles under the thin silky shorts you had worn to bed. The touches sent your skin alight and only egged the slow burn inside you to a steady blaze.

You placed your hands on his, stilling them. His brows furrowed in confusion and looked down at your hands.

“My heat, it came early. I think I’m in pre-heat Si.” As if on cue, he began to harden beneath you, hands gripping your thighs tightened and his hips lazily rolled up to meet yours causing a pleasured gasp to escape you.

“Oh my sweet Omega. How careless of ya. You’re never this reckless in tracking your cycle. Guess I’ll hav’ta remind ya.” Your clit was aching, your hands shaking, and your pulse racing atop your Alpha and you knew he could feel everything. His warm hazel eyes seemed almost brown as he looked up at you with such authority you bit back a whine that threatened to break from the back of your throat.

Your eyes darted to the very prominent mating bite to the left of his neck, the gland that lay just beneath was distended and ever growing. You felt your eyes go flat at the sight and the wetness in your underwear seep past onto his sleeping pants. His hands traveled up and under your shirt that you had secretly stole from his side of the dresser to cup your naked chest.

Feather light touches over your already hard nipples sent your hips rutting over his and small gasps left your lips. The intoxicating scent of your heat was filling the room making your head foggy, didn’t help that your Alpha was putting out his deep sandalwood and gunpowder scent causing your eyes to roll back into your head as you inhaled deeply.

“Already ruined and I haven’t even gave ya my knot yet. Poor thing so desperate for just a touch, huh?” Simon’s voice was like gasoline that just ignited the blaze to an inferno. You were far farther into your heat than you originally thought, you were already deep into the throws and you were drowning in your Alpha.

As he continued to play with your nipples and his hips lazily rolled into yours the cramps assaulted you. You cried out in pain as you grabbed onto your Alpha’s shirt, tears welling up in your eyes.

“Alpha, please. Hurts, hurts so bad. Please help me, make it stop.” Your hips were grinding with a fever, desperate to put out the fire that was burning you from the inside out.

Simon lifted you with ease from his hips groaning at the sight of the dark gray wet spot that was on the crotch of his sleeping pants.

“How attached to these shorts are you sweet?” His voice was rough and strained. His eyes completely blacked out and his breath ragged.

“You got them for me for our 5th mating anniversary. I love these.” You managed to gasp out the words as he toyed with the hem at the crotch, ever so lightly caressing your folds and deliberately making sure to avoid the one place you needed him the most.

The audible rip echoed in your ears and you looked down at him with a “how dare you” look. His eyes were locked on your naked sex that was dripping onto his stomach.

“I’ll buy you 10 more pairs sweet. I just need these off now!” He growled tossing the ripped fabric to the side while pulling you to hover over his face. Your arms rested on the top of the headboard and your thick thighs entrapped his head beneath your naked bottom half.

“Sit.” His assertive tone ran through you and you obediently lowered yourself to meet his waiting mouth. His hot breath fanned over your wet folds sending a chill down your spine. His tongue licked a flat line up your folds collecting your wetness into his mouth. A deep guttural growl vibrated into your core causing you to lower yourself even further onto his face and slowly grind your hips in small circles.

Simon’s tongue darted into your entrance as deep as he was allowed, sucking greedily and squeezing your hips holding you in place. You braced yourself against the headboard and picked your pace, making your glides longer and harder making sure his tongue and nose worked in tandem to hit all the right spots that sent white hot pleasure straight to your bones.

Your whines and pants came out faster the closer you got to your climax. You dropped your hand down to wrap your fingers into his sandy brown hair and pull ever so slightly, just how he liked, and he picked up his pace throwing you over the edge. You threw your head back and a moan of pure ecstasy poured from your lips as you came into his mouth. Simon greedily drank everything you gave him until you pulled away from over stimulation.

“Give me more sweet. I need more.” He was wrecked. Hair was disheveled from your fingers, eyes blown wide, mouth and chin glossy from your slick and a constant low growl rumbled as he stalked towards you.

He grabbed you by the calves and dragged you down the bed and flipped you over with ease. He left searing hot kisses trailing from your lower legs up to your thighs. He took his knee and pushed your legs aside and pinned you obscenely open. He bent down and licked at your entrance again but quickly left to kiss the junction where your hip and thigh met. You were panting again, hands finding purchase in the sheets and bucking your hips.

Simon took one of his hands and pushed you roughly back down into the bed and growled. He pulled back his lips to reveal his sharp teeth in warning.

“Stay put sweet. Gonna mark you up real nice so be a good girl and stay still.” His voice washed over you like a cool breeze on a hot summers day causing you to immediately relax. He nestled into the crook of your thigh and hip and breathed deeply and bit the scent gland that was hidden there. It took all of the will power you had left to hold still which was dwindling every second.

The bite sent the fire inside you raging and your skin was beading with sweat again. Your Alpha licked soothingly at the wound smiling to himself at how beautiful it marred your skin. He traveled up to the rounded edges of your hips and left searing kisses following up to the valley between your breasts. You looked down at him with such submission that his aching cock jumped and the base started to swell ever so slightly.

Simon grabbed his cock and gave it a few tugs and groaned while taking a pert nipple into his mouth and rolling the bud around on his tongue and gently between his teeth. You were shaking, silently begging him to let you move, to touch him, to touch you, to fuck you.

He pulled himself above you, cock still in hand and guided himself to your entrance and stopped. A desperate, pathetic whine escaped your lips as you tried to move your hips to chase him but yet another growl stopped you.

“You’re being punished sweet, remember? I’m gonna tease you until you’re at your breaking point for not watching your cycles properly.” Simon lazily ran his tip through her folds but never dipped inside, although it took every ounce of restraint to stop himself from doing so.

“What if we were out in public and you went into heat, hmm? Some other Alpha might’ve tried to lay claim on you and take you from me.” He used the head of his cock to give your clit a quick smack causing you to arch your back and cry out.

“N-never. Only you. Wouldn’t let ‘em.” You were gasping and arching trying to gain any type of friction to ease the ever growing pain inside. You knew he could feel it, could sense it, he wouldn’t let you suffer long. You hoped.

Simon placed the head of his achingly hard cock at your entrance but didn’t go beyond. He could feel you clenching on nothing, trying to pull him in. Even from where he was, you were burning up. He knew he couldn’t do this for long before your full heat took over. He bent over you, completely covering your body with his and attached himself to your shared mating bite in the crook of your neck.

Simon traced his tongue over the indentations of his teeth that he left all those years ago and it sent a wave a pure pleasure to his cock. He grazed his sharpened teeth over the swollen gland, teasing his mate causing you to let out a guttural moan. He smiled to himself, pleased that he was the only one to cause this much pleasure to his mate and him alone.

“Please. I need you. I’m begging.” You were in tears. They were welling up again in your eyes and slowly trailing down the apples of your cheeks. He kissed them away and without warning slammed into you with one single thrust. Your back arched blissfully off the bed and your breath caught in your throat.

Once he was seated to the hilt he stopped. Grinding in small little circles feeling the way your walls fluttered around him, squeezing him so tightly he might just cum exactly like this. Simon slowly pulled away watching how his cock glistened with your slick and it almost ended him.

You were in absolute agony. Being teased and toyed with at your Alpha’s expense was barbaric but absolute bliss. The way he stretched you out, filled you to your limit, and hit all the right places was all you ever needed. But it wasn’t enough. You needed to be dominated, roughly. Knotted and filled to the brim to quell the roaring fire inside you.

“Alpha, please.” Your sobs were wracking your body, sweat pooled in your lower back and temples, your cheeks flush, eyes flat with submission and swimming with unshed tears. How could Simon deny his Omega when you beg so beautifully.

Simon pushed your knees to your chest and kissed each calf before thrusting into you relentlessly. The angle gave him the perfect position to assault your cervix which sent you into a frenzy. You clawed at his biceps leaving long red welps in their wake as you searched for something to ground yourself on.

Your moans mixed with his deep grunts created a scene too debauched for any pornography, but if he had a camera he would definitely be filming for personal reasons. Simon ground his hips to meet with your clit in the perfect pace to have you barreling towards the edge. Your small gasps, you clenching ever tighter around his cock, and the small smile spread over your lips was absolute perfection to him, but he wanted to see how hard he could push you.

“Don’t cum sweet. Not until I say.” Simon’s voice was full of gravel and lust as he pounded into you. You shot him a look that was pure agony, you needed this. Had to stop the ache inside and this was how.

“Want you to cum on my knot. Can you do that for me sweet?” Simon’s hips started to falter when your eyes rolled back into your head, mouth dropped open in a silent cry. He grabbed your chin with one hand and forced you to look at him.

“Cum on my knot sweet.” He moved his hand to your throat and gave a gentle but firm squeeze as his knot started to swell and catch on your entrance. You wrapped your legs around him and held tight, refusing to let him go. You needed this. Wanted this. You were a crying, whining, moaning mess. Begging to cum but he still refused to let you. Not yet.

Simon’s thrusts began to come in quick short bursts as his knot grew larger until it finally caught inside sealing you together, stretching you beyond your breaking point. Your back arched in pure ecstasy as you came so hard your vision went white. Simon wrapped his arms around your lower back and pulled you even farther down onto his knot and pumped you full as he came with a rumbling growl and found your mating bite and bit into it again.

You cried as you forcibly came again clenching around his knot causing him to growl lowly into your neck with unrelenting pleasure. Simon stayed at your neck for a moment before licking the bleeding wound lovingly and turning his attention to his mate. You were absolutely blissed out, chest heaving, skin covered with a layer of sweat, and a flush that came all the way down to your breasts.

Simon smiled down at you and brushed the wet, matted hair from your face and left a trail of kisses from your neck up to your forehead. He moved you to where you would be more comfortable until his knot went down, which wouldn’t be for some time, but he didn’t mind.

“How are you feeling sweet? Any better?” He caressed your face and idly stroked your cheek. You started purring, nestling into his arms with a sigh.

“For now. You’ll have to take care of me again soon.” You hid your smirk in his arms, face already flush thinking about your future endeavors.

Simon wrapped a free hand around your throat and pulled you tightly against him.

“Oh how I’ll make you beg for me, sweet.”

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Mentally I’m still here… Soap wearing a skull mask and teasing Ghost with it………..

(The full comic is on p4tre0n! ✨🔞)

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oh my god.

“oh i’m a feminist. i wanna put a woman on top. and on the back, on her knees”

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all of the characters in interview with the vampire (2022) are so complex and are all subjected to such wild experiences but jesus CHRIST imagine being louis de pointe du lac's sister. the story starts out and your brother louis has a sketchy fucking job but you let it slide because Hey At Least He's Supporting The Family. and then one day he's like hey i have a new friend and you're like who is he and he's like French Individual. which of course is disappointing but hey! let's invite this french man over to dinner whats the worst that could happen. and turns out that the worst that could happen is mr oui oui cuntatron 9000 with his his little ponytail acting as if he has 47 large sticks shoved up his anal cavity bashing your Other brother about religion in a passionate monologue about how much he hates god and also he's not eating anything? Whatever it's your wedding day soon!! so your wedding day happens and it's banger, tap dancing and shit, but womp womp the next day your other brother Tragically dies but hey at least you've still got louis! JUST KIDDING during the vigil this blonde french fagatron tiddles and toddles up to your brother and he's like "we fucked last night why did you ghost me" to him and of course you don't have the capability to process this at the moment in your grief so you're like Whatever! but then on the night of said vigil louis proceeds to fuck off for several months where did he go? good lord how worrying. but then luckily he fucks back into the picture several months later when you host a little party! but he's got that blonde french fuckhead with him, who insults the banjo band you have in your front yard and is wearing a stupid little had but whatever! louis come inside please it's been forever. and also louis is wearing these little fucking sunglasses now so youre like Take those off what the fuck are those. and his eyes are all fucked up and Not Normal but you're like Whatever! and then he's like You Are Going To Have Twins and you're like What and he's like You Are Going To Have Twins It Will Happen ! and you're like I heard you the first time What and then he fucks off again with the blonde guy . but then turns out that you DO fucking give birth to fucking twins. you see louis and his gay ass sunglasses a few more times over the years but for the most part he's absent and also kicks your door down that one time with like. Way too much strength for a human being and also you've been hearing rumors on the town that your brother and The Worst Blonde Individual Known To Man are fagging it up homosexual style in their shared one-bedroom townhouse and and also why do you only ever see him at night? and you're not quite sure what Is Fucking Wrong with him so you think it over and you're like Hey I Think We Have To Disown This Guy .i know just how to do it let's put his gravestone in a graveyard and "bury" him and have an epic Surprise Grave Reveal when he comes over! because like what else can you do?? and then you never ever see him again . also it's like 1910

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Vampire Simon “Ghost” Riley Headcanons

Warnings: Implications of Smut, Implications of Degrading, Aftercare, Feeding, Jealous Simon, Possessive Simon, Fluff, Mentions of Blood, Petnames, Self-Conscious Simon, No Pronouns used for Reader except ‘You’.

Ghost is one of the oldest vampires to inhabit the planet, and as a result, has tremendous self-control when it comes to feeding.

He’ll only feed from you if you let him, and he won’t feed from anyone or anything else.

The thought of tasting another person’s blood repulses him. Makes him feel dirty.

After all, you’re the only one for him, so why would he enact such an intimate encounter with someone else ?

He’ll get extremely jealous if you let someone else feed from you, btw.

Even if it’s a dire situation and it’s someone he knows well – Soap, for instance – he’ll struggle to not let his mind wander, to contemplate whether you enjoy having Johnny attached to your throat like a leech.

Sulky vampire boyfriend hours !!!

You’ll have to reassure him that he’s still your favourite (and only !) “Big teddy boy~”.

He secretly (shamefully) loves feeding from you.

And I don’t mean in just a romantic sense; I’m talking full-on primal instinct.

Whenever he has you pinned under him and is taking you, he can smell how close you are to your end by the scent of your blood.

And he waits, calling you every whorish synonym under the sun, smoothing over your tears with promises of love that you already know until your body gives out and you wail, back arching into Simon’s chest as his fangs sharpen and plunge into the juncture of your neck.

Your blood is a fine delicacy, but in this moment, during the pinnacle of mortal euphoria, it is exquisite.

He doesn't drain you; just takes what he knows your body can take.

And despite how rough he can be with you, when there’s blood – your blood –involved, he’s nothing but gentle.

His favourite part of the evening is when he pulls you into his arms and a trickle of blood runs down your chest and he gets to run his tongue along it; a red mercy.

Simon’s big on aftercare btw.

He’s not letting you get out of bed for at least a full day afterwards; not until you’re fully healed.

The longer a vampire goes without feeding, the more of their true form appears.

It takes energy to keep his human skin intact, so if Ghost hasn’t been drinking, his features become gradually more monstrous as the days go by.

He’ll wear his mask when this starts to happen.

He loves you, trusts you with every ounce of his existence. But he doesn’t want you seeing him. The real him.

It doesn’t matter how many times you tell him that you love him “Regardless of what’s underneath your pretty boy face !” – he’s not letting you see it.

Often, your reassurances turn into quick ‘self-love’ sessions in the nearest, most convenient spot, ending with Simon gasping and whining beneath your touch.

He knows his vampire form isn’t easy to look at. A man’s heart once gave out the second he caught sight of Simon without his human face on.

And he doesn’t want that for you.

He just loves you too much.

Speaking of; he’s always hinting towards turning you into a vampire.

Like, constantly.

He brings it up at some of the most inopportune moments – like when you’re cooking dinner or trying to 

Once, to shut him up, you told him (jokingly) that he’d have to “Marry me before I let you turn me !”

And that put a dangerous little idea in Simon’s head.

Now, he’s always trying to find the perfect opportunity to propose to you – to turn you.

He’s not stupid, he knows that tone in your voice meant you weren’t being entirely serious.

But it gave him hope. A rare commodity in the world of an undead.

He has about ten engagement rings hidden in your shared home, each having been tweaked and perfected to be as timeless as possible.

You’re the most wonderful human there is, in Simon’s eyes, so you deserve the best.

So be on the lookout for that faraway look in his eye as he peers into a future he doesn’t think can come soon enough; one where your love will outlive all those that have come before and after.

A life where, for the first and last time, Simon has a constant in his life.

You.

Domestic Vampire Boyfriend !!!

He’ll cook for you whenever you ask him to, no questions asked.

Though, he won’t be handling any garlic.

Or be going near you when you’ve eaten it.

Soap constantly tries to bring up embarrassing stuff Simon’s done.

Which is why he’s always at your side whenever the 141 come over.

He can’t risk johnny jeopardising the slick, suave, sophisticated image of a loving boyfriend (and stone-cold killer) he’s cultivated for himself. Well, for you, mainly.

“Ey, did’ya know that once when Si and I were just wee vampires, that he almost set a whole town on fire because he forgot he burns up in the sun–”

“That’ll do, Johnny.”

“Aww, it’s okay, Sim-Sim,” you say. “You’re still my favourite little leechie in the whole world !”

He is going to get bullied by his associates after that, but if it’s to hear your sweet praises, he’ll gladly tolerate it.

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Short Prayers - Odin

Odin, grant me the knowledge and the wisdom to take the paths right for me, and allow me rest from the worries of the future. Thank you.

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A few transparent, witchy dividers for you! (Reblog if you save/use, thankies!)

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Luna and Forester

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Struggling with self image while also dealing with an eating disorder is so mentally exhausting. I just want to be healthy and feel pretty, is that just too much to ask?

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I’ll turn into your good girl so quickly daddy.

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