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couldeatthatgirlforlunch · 9 hours ago

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To Your Love That Smells Like Crazy

Synopsis: Damian presented as an alpha, to everyone's despair. He announced he found a mate, to everyone's skepticism. You're the perfect omega, to everyone's delight.

Pairing: Yandere!Alpha!Batboys X Gn!AFAB!Omega!Reader

Tw: 18+ pwp; noncon/dubcon smut; noncon drugging; creepy batfamily members feeling attracted to Reader when they were still 15, but nothing sexual or romantic between them happens until they're 18; this chapter is mostly Damian x Reader; ABO, Reader is an omega, all the batboys are alphas; Heat symptoms; Damian and Reader are 15 at first, when the smut happens they're 18, Tim is three years older than them, Jason is five years older, Dick is 10 years older and Bruce is on his 40s; Implied future gangbang? They want to share Reader (polyamory) but right now the real action is just between Damian and Reader; Loss of virginity on both parts; Implied that Damian is also inexperienced on kissing and Reader knows a little more about that; Fingering!R receiving; Slight schoolgirl/boy/person!Reader; Reader wears lipgloss; Omegas breasts produce milk during heat; Some breastfeeding; Breeding kink; The word ‘rape’ is used twice; breeding kink; lots of crying; nipple play; dirty talk; negative and selfdeprecating thoughts; claiming ownership; English isn't my first language.

Word count: 4,7k

Requested? No.

Extra notes: Planning on making one pwp chapter for each batboy, and then a last one with no smut. Also, I think I'm gonna start posting on AO3 since the tw are getting worse...

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Damian was territorial, dominant and temperamental since the family had known him. Maybe he was born like that, maybe he wasn't, they couldn't know, so, what they most hoped for was that those were just personality traits, maybe coping mechanisms, and the puppy would present as an omega or beta one day, and then maybe the hormones would make him calm down. It was a small possibility, but one could only dream, right?!

Well, those hopes were crushed when, at his fifteenth birthday, Damian woke up growling at the mix of strong alpha scents stinking his room, his territory, and started pacing inside there, not allowing anyone but the old beta Alfred to come in.

He calmed down after a couple of hours, came out of his room to eat breakfast, accessed and scented the rest of his territory (everyone's territory, really, the manor was the family’s home), and maybe humor his inner alpha by subjugating the rest of the pack. It didn't work, obviously, they were all mature alphas who went through puberty already and knew how to (mostly) manage conflict with a newly-turned alpha who still smelt like milk and was just overwhelmed with hormones.

After a full belly, it was decided he shouldn't have to go to school for the first few days (something the teenager was happy with), to learn to control his mood and impulses, visit a specialized doctor to be sure what kind of suppressants were better suited for his organism, and so he could go through his first rut in peace.

A few days later, Damian went back to school, nose itching from some not-so-pleasant alpha scents, some weak beta scents, some sugary omega scents, and a lot of milky scents coming from most students, especially unpresented puppies.

He wondered how adults live like this, if he would just get used to it, and it wouldn't bother him so much one day. One thing was to feel the smell of flowers or food, another thing was to feel people’s pheromones. But his train of thoughts were halted when he felt you.

Not even inside the classroom yet, but he could sniff you out and find you if he wanted to. Strong, yet suave, soft. Strawberries. And milk. It made his whole body shudder and tremble. Now he knew why his family occasionally asked where the delicious scent stuck to his clothes came from. Now he knew why alphas turned their heads and stared at you so much when you both were walking around. It was all you. His best friend.

Damian stared openly and unconsciously, while you made your way to him none the wiser and sat down at his side, and he almost got annoyed when, at first, you didn't seem to notice his new presentation, as if you didn't even acknowledge him as an alpha yet. But then you turned and stared at him strangely.

— Dude, why’re you staring so mu- Oh. — You blinked, finally having realized where the new musky scent was coming from. — You're lucky you smell good. My neighbor smells like feet.

When he came home, he announced he had an omega.

Obviously, that left everyone bewildered as to what he meant by that, it was impossible for during his first day back outside as an alpha, he already had a mate. But he didn't have to explain much for them to understand, the scent on his clothes was enough proof as to why he wanted you for himself.

After that, Damian invited you to hang out with him at the manor for the first time. It caused a reaction in everyone, and all of them were home, of course they were, Damian wanted to show off his future mate, and you had to meet the family, since he single-handedly decided you were going to join their pack already.

As you walked past each door on the way to Damian's room, everyone had a reaction.

The old beta and grandfather, Alfred, was very polite and nice, he smelt like tea. He smiled more freely with how sweet you were, amused by Damian's clear crush.

Next, you passed Dick by the gym, he smelt spicy, and his door was open, so he could peek better to satiate his curiosity when Damian's crush arrived, yet, he didn't expect to almost fall from his stretching position when he finally took a whiff from your sweet scent for the first time, instead of just the faint and weak thing that occasionally got stuck on Damian's clothes and hair. He managed to look mostly presentable even though he almost sprinted to the corridor to meet you. Dick was even more pleased to see you were beautiful, even in your modest school uniform. He forced himself to hold back and stay in the gym when Damian decided the interaction took long enough, and pulled you to keep walking.

Jason was next, he was in the library. His scent was thick. Woody. He coughed around his drink when he felt your scent, and Damian rolled his eyes at him. Jason’s whole body froze when he saw how soft you looked, clearly an omega. He noted that you looked older than fifteen, but Jason knew you were just a couple of months older than Damian, and you still smelled like milk. His attraction to you bothered him because he couldn't ignore your still-milky scent, and he was already imagining how you would smell like when you fully reached maturity. Your hair was shiny and looked soft, like clouds and cotton-candy. He wanted to stick his nose there and hug you. You looked the perfect company for a nap (and more). Damian quickly steered you away to keep walking.

Next was Tim, he was in his room, and he smelt like peppermint. He always kept the door closet, but during your visit, it was open wide, due to his curiosity to meet you, everyone knew that. Tim snapped his eyes away from his computer when he felt you, and stared at you wide-eyed when you appeared. You didn't even come inside, Damian didn't want to feel your scent coming off of Tim's room to haunt him every time he walked past that door for the next days. It would definitely make him want to kill his brother. Tim tried to burn your image to his brain to the smallest details. He noted the color of your nail polish, your earrings, the thing dangling from your backpack, the shine and rosiness of your lip gloss. Tim specially liked your soft-spoken voice, and it bothered him how polite, neutral and distant it was, because clearly you both didn't now each other, you were just there as Damian's friend, meeting his older brother for the first time, and just wanted to go hole up inside Damian's room as soon as possible to avoid the weird interaction.

Soon, your wishes came through, and you spent the next few hours there with Damian basically teaching you everything and doing your homework. It was a new behavior, he never did that out of instinct before, some people asking him for help would annoy him, others, like you, he would calmly help out of the hidden kindness in his heart, but he never took initiative before. You brushed it off as just new alpha behavior and just used his either gentlemanly or condescending behavior, if it meant you could gain things out of it and be lazy.

At dinner, you finally met his father. Bruce Wayne was the alpha of a pack full of alphas and a beta. His himbo and playboy persona gave you the impression that he wasn't the most dominant alpha around, but you were proven wrong when you felt his sandalwood aroma and saw his towering frame. His personality was the same you saw on the TV, though, pleasant like a TV host or just a popular guy. On the inside, he was fixated with you, ignoring your milky childish scent and your school uniform. He wanted you around the house more. God knows how much a bit more of softness could help the family’s dynamic. Maybe that was what was missing, an omega around the place. Like you. Actually, it could be you. He thought about convincing Damian to stick to living in the manor even after you were both married adults. Or you could be Bruce’s when you were of age. Wait, how old were you?

Alfred drove you and Damian to your place after everything was done, all the alphas with a heavy heart, bothered that you had to go, that you couldn't spend the night with them yet. Even if you were already theirs.

It took a lot to convince Damian to share you, but eventually, he begrudgingly agreed, they were a pack, after all, not just a family, they stick together, take care of each other and of each other's interests. Having something that wasn't just vigilantism in common would be good bonding for them, and the closer a pack could get, the better. That he knew. A pack sharing someone wasn't exactly unheard of either.

After that, Damian started inviting you to the manor more often. Almost every week you were there. Your parents started saying that Damian probably was interested in you, but you laughed it off, never thinking an alpha like him would be interested in an omega like you.

The family made the best of that time to get you used to them, to their dynamic, and to make you feel at home, safe, trustful. They also wanted your scent to get stuck everywhere. To get to know you. To learn everything about you. To make plans.

When Damian's 18 birthday came, you were already legally an adult too, and they invited you over, saying it was a birthday party. When you got there, the party consisted in only you and the family.

The conversation was nice.

They put drugs on your piece of cake that simulated an out of cycle heat.

It started with fatigue.

Then fever.

Your eyes got blurred.

You thought you were getting sick, and just planned on taking cold medicine when you got home.

The alphas were slowly coming closer and circling you, unnoticed.

You felt weird in your intimate parts, maybe you needed to pee.

You stood up, but your knees were weak, and you almost fell, if it wasn't for Dick, who caught you mid-air.

All scents became clearer when your eyes locked. You wondered what the look on his face meant, confused.

You felt their excitement, and arousal. And you felt something poking your thigh.

You felt your own underwear getting wet.

When Damian's 18 birthday came, you were already legally an adult too, and they invited you over, saying it was a birthday party. When you got there, the party consisted in only you and the family.

The conversation was nice.

They put drugs on your piece of cake that simulated an out of cycle heat.

It started with fatigue.

Then fever.

Your eyes got blurred.

You thought you were getting sick, and just planned on taking cold medicine when you got home.

The alphas were slowly coming closer and circling you, unnoticed.

You felt weird in your intimate parts, maybe you needed to pee.

You stood up, but your knees were weak, and you almost fell, if it wasn't for Dick, who caught you mid-air.

All scents became clearer when your eyes locked. You wondered what the look on his face meant, confused.

You felt their excitement, and arousal. And you felt something poking your thigh.

You felt your own underwear getting wet.

You asked them to take you home, but they denied. That made you feel antsy, so you tried searching for your phone to call your parents to pick you up, but you couldn't find it. It got especially hard when Damian picked you up and started walking up the stairs with you.

— It's okay, omega. You're okay with us. I’m going to take care of you… — Your hands trembled when he purred the word ‘omega’, mumbled those words, and nuzzled the side of your head with his nose, taking a deep breath from your sweet strawberry scent, and faint sex smell, due to the wetness between your thighs. No longer any hint of milk anymore, since you already reached maturity just a couple of months before him, and now he also didn't smell like puppy anymore.

— N-No… D-Dami… W-Where are you taking me? What a-are you gonna do? … I wanna go home… I’m not feeling good… — You whimpered and tried to weakly move out of his hold, it didn't work.

— You are home, beloved. And I’m going to help you feel better… With my knot. — Your eyes widened. — I will fuck you real good and fill you with my semen. I know it is your first time, it is mine too. But do not worry, your heat will make it painless and you will be satisfied with me. — You whispered higher, your omega was preening, crying for a knot, your pussy squeezing hard, but your mind knew it was wrong. Clearly something was wrong. Why was no one helping? Couldn't they see you were caught by surprise with your heat and were saying no to him? Why were they looking at you like that? A cough coming from somewhere seemed to snap Damian out of it, like he remembered something. — Ah, right. And then, you will receive father’s, and my siblings' knots. I will go first since it’s my birthday and I claimed you first. — Damian blushed, despite his smug tone.

You cried for help, at first, it came out weak, as your omega didn't want to make something the alphas would disapprove of, but the closer you got to the room they designated for the moment, the reality of what was coming was overtaking your instincts. Especially after your belly started to hurt at being empty of seed.

The alphas only shushed you, and you helplessly watched as Tim handcuffed one of your hands to the bedpost as soon as Damian laid you down on the nest they made for you, and Dick and Jason each started taking your sneakers off. Bruce was standing a few feet away from the bed, Alfred at his side. The oldest alpha’s eyes were glued to your laid down figure, hungry and serious. Darker than you had ever seen. You've never been more scared of him before. He occasionally commented something to Alfred, that you vaguely registered as instructions, that also started being given to his children.

You weakly tugged at the handcuff and tried to sit up at the same time, but Damian pushed himself between your legs, and held you down by the waist. Dick and Jason held your legs open to accommodate him better, and your overwhelmed brain barely noticed their hands also rubbing your ankles and thighs. You've never felt more aroused and more scared your whole life.

Alfred exited the room to start doing Bruce's orders, and he kept watching. Tim, who had disappeared out of your line of sight for a second, came back holding a long, shiny and glinting pair of scissors. You tugged harder at the restraints and tried to push your body up to get away, thinking he was going to hurt you, but he just purred at you to calm you down, unfortunately, it worked, and your pussy tightened when Damian hissed at feeling your center pressing against his hard cock, when you pushed your hips up and against his. You could feel him poking your underthigh, only the clothes separating you.

— It's okay, omega, I’m just cutting off your clothes, it's gonna be easier to strip you that way. — Tim said soothingly, while purring and almost cooing at you. Your eyes widened when he said that, and actually started cutting your shirt open, until Dick was able to pull the ruined fabric off from under you.

All three alphas started purring at seeing your braless torso, chest already swelling with milk and nipples darkened. Omegas body produced milk when they had a puppy to feed, or during heats, and ruts, when an alpha was in a rut, and the omega was helping them, because the body understood it was a rough period, where a lot of energy was spent and not much nutrition came, since both were too busy procreating and too weak to go searching for food, so the milk was a lot helpful in those moments. There were even historical moments where that skill was useful in other contests, when the economy got so bad that most packs were starving, and the omegas of the pack helped them survive with milk.

Damian bit his lips and brought his right hand up to your left breast, squeezing it softly. Everyone was entranced, watching a single drop of milk come out, the breast not full yet. You arched your back, it felt good, so good that for a moment you forgot why you wanted to get away. Damian also didn't help your train of thought when his thumb started rubbing your stiff nipple, sending ripples of pleasure through your body and forcing your eyes closed. You forced yourself not to make a sound.

You snapped out of it when you felt Tim cutting your pants and underwear off. Your eyes widened at the feeling of being exposed and the almost cold air that made your hair stand. Your legs trembled and you felt Dick and Jason's hands working, uncoordinated pads of fingers dancing across the inside of your thighs.

Your arousal’s scent freely infastated the room now, and half of them growled, in exception of Bruce and Tim, who were keeping themselves more calm and collected.

— It's time to go now, let Damian and (Y/N) have their moment. — Bruce announced and you watched as Damian smirked, then you hid your face, sobbing against the pillow. He cooed at you while his other hand went down between your legs and started rubbing slow circles while pressing against your clit.

Dick sighed.

— Take care of them, Dami. Have Fun and enjoy. — Dick patted Damian's shoulder, but you weren't sure the alpha above even noticed you, too busy gazing at you and your body, enjoying how warm and wet you were.

— Yeah, remember to do what we taught you, baby bird. — Damian only hummed at Jason's comment, and leaned down, pressing his chest to yours. He brought his mouth to the juncture of your neck and shoulder, and started leaving a trail of kisses up your neck, and under your jaw.

It was your first time feeling someone doing this, when you read fanfics and books, you never thought this could feel good like the writing always described, but it actually did, and you hated that you liked it, crying harder against the pillow and hoping his lips weren't moving closer to your face because he wanted to kiss you. You felt his nose sniffing your scent gland.

Tim hummed.

— Be careful with them, and don't take too long, everyone wants their turn. — Tim warned softly and was the last to exit the room, closing the door, but not locking it.

Damian’s warm breath huffed against your neck.

— Finally alone… — Damian whispered with a hoarse voice that made your hair stand. You whimpered and squeezed your eyes harder.

— Please, let me go… You don't have to do this, I won't tell anyone- — Your sentence was cut short when one of Damian's long and thick fingers invaded your entrance delicately. Your mouth opened on a silent scream, and the alpha watched you with lust in his eyes.

— Beloved… Omega… You will come to like this, I promise you that… — He sucked a faint hickey on your scent gland. His right hand started exploring the rest of your body, fumbling and squeezing the softer parts he found out he liked the most. You couldn't control your panting and small moans when his finger curled upwards inside you, touching your sweet spot.

— D-Dam-... A-Alpha… — You arched your back when he started fingering you faster, your sensitive walls milking a single finger, crying for a thick knot, thirsty for his seed, your womb empty of puppies.

— See… — He kissed your cheek. — We barely started, and yet… — Another kiss, closer to your mouth. — You're already dripping and earning for my knot… — Your lips met, it didn't seem like he had much experience, maybe it was his first kiss? Either way, you knew a little more about what you were doing, and he quickly learned. In just a few minutes, he was dominating your mouth. The younger alpha gave a slow bite to your lips when a second finger joined the first in fucking you, wet noises eccoing around the room.

You gained some clearance after a few moments, when he took his fingers off. You whined, not knowing if it was to plead him not to rape you, or because you wanted his cock stuffing you as soon as possible. You tried to force your head away from his, and he relented, pausing the kiss, but only to start taking his own clothes off. If your face wasn't already hot from the fever and arousal, you knew it would be now, feeling shy with everything new that was happening and his naked body, and surprised that you never once noticed his muscles before.

While afraid, you peeked down and saw his hard and bobbing dick, it was thick and above average, but not too much. Not too much for someone who wasn't a virgin like you were, that is.

You tried to sit up, to get away from him in a bolt of strength you didn't have until now, fighting your omega with as much as you could. But it proved to be no help, as it punished you by making your belly tug and hurt twice more. Your torso fell down on the bed again, powerless by pain, numbness, and the restraint around your wrist.

Damian only cooed, still kneeling above you and between your legs. You cried. You didn't feel his calloused hands holding and caressing your hips, but you felt the blunt wet tip against your entrance. You were ruined.

Your parents would hate you. They would say it was your fault for ignoring their warnings and shoving yourself inside a home full of alphas with no omega. They would kick you out of the pack. And if the Wayne's did good on their word of raping you one after the other, you would probably get pregnant, as you weren't on birth control. That is, if they didn't kill you or kept you hostage in their basement. And even if your pack wanted to, they wouldn't be able to do anything to get justice for you, as the Wayne's were much more influential and rich. You were only going to the same school as Damian because your parents worked as teachers there, for god's sake. You were doomed. And if they decided to mark you…

You cried harder, ashamed of being so aroused now and so dumb all along. For the first time, you hated being an omega.

But all those self-deprecating thoughts were muffled when he finally invaded you. It was slow, gentle, testing how things felt. Damian heaved a breath and buried his face on your neck, breathing your scent deep. It felt amazing, for the both of you. You were so deep in your heat that of course it wasn't going to hurt at all, silly you. Those alphas were right, they are always right. They can take care of you.

— … More… Please, I want more… — You moaned and tried moving your hips against his, forcing his cock to push against your walls faster. Damian's head snapped up, looking at you with interest and lust. You were already cockdrunk, as he was pussydrunk, and he wasn't even halfway inside yet.

He bottomed out with more hurry, after pulling in and out twice to test if you really weren't in pain. He moaned deep against your face before shoving his lips against yours again, while he thrusted his hips. The alpha found the perfect rhythm while pulling almost all the way in and out, in a steady dance. Your moans got louder by the second, your inner omega happy with all the attention you were receiving.

Your free hand shot up to rest on his back, nails digging his scarred skin, not knowing what to do. Damian's hips gradually grew in force, until the bed was shaking and softly hitting the wall. The sound of your hips colliding and your wetness clear as day didn't bother you, as you only started begging for the alpha. To be owned. To be knotted. To be breeded.

— See how I take care of you… — He kissed down your collarbone, murmuring against your skin. — Make you feel good… — One of his hands slid down to grip your thigh, pulling your leg up, purposefully looking for a deeper angle to ravish you. You gasped as he found it, and his thrusts got harder. You mumbled a bunch of agreements to whatever he was saying, you just wanted his knot! — You're my omega now, ours omega now… — He softly bit your pouting nipple, being considerate as to not hurt the sensitive and swelling area. Your hands trembled on his back and shot up to pull his hair in an overwhelming wave of pleasure. He pulled weakly at your nipple with his teeth scraping the nerves on the area, until he let it go. — We will stuff you full of cum everyday and every hour… — His lips trailed down your ribs, but the position didn't allow him to go further down. He wanted to leave kisses on your whole body, and now he could do that, because now you weren't escaping them. He growled, resigning himself to traill his lips up through the space between your breasts. Your body trembled with the sound. — Fuck you real good… You will never have to beg, omega, we will spoil you with everything you need, everything you want… — His huge hands trailed up your body until they reached your chest. He squished them for a moment, enjoying how soft they were, and how pliant you were, looking straight into your dazed cockdrunk eyes. Imagining how your perfect pups will look like. Milk started coming out in small drops, so silent that he only noticed when it was dripping down his hand. His eyes shot down to access the view and his knot started growing at the sight of your swelling breasts and darkened nipples, giving up milk for him, for him, so soft his fingers were digging and moulding the flesh, all while they were dancing up and down, bouncing, seducing him. You were seducing him. You were stunning, ravishing, perfect without even trying. He was happy his pack was the one tying you down to them, he wanted to kill someone just for thinking that someone else could have you like this. — … And you will give us everything we want…

He tentatively, almost hypnotized, leaned down and sucked your stiff nipple between his soft lips, sucking a small amount of milk inside, letting It rest on his tongue for a moment, savouring the taste, before swallowing.

You were sensitive, with a dull ache, but his suckling helped with the pain and sent waves of flickering pleasure against your body. You could feel him forcing his knot with each thrust to fit inside you as it gradually grew, and gasped, whimpering pleas for more. Begging him to keep you going and stuff you full. You were both getting close to orgasm. Damian shut his eyes hard, overstimulated with the growing pleasure. He let go of your breast when he started feeling his canines getting more protruded, itching to bite your neck and claim you, his eyes also getting brighter, his inner alpha waiting to take ownership over you. Strip you off the life you had before. Forcing you to subjugate, until the smallest cells in your body knew who you belonged to.

He didn't hold himself, of course, and your first mark soon made home above your collarbone, your souls locking together and the intimacy going to an extraordinary level when you reached the peak of pleasure in tandem, while his knot swelled and made you stuck together, stopping any drop of cum from going to waste.

Every single drop was forced to stay inside of you, and Damian lifted your almost limp head, you both drunk, still coming down from the waves of pleasure, and forced your lips against his neck, his scent gland, and you, whose omega and heat had taken over since the moment his cock invaded you, didn't hesitate to mark him back, locking the bond completely.

— Good omega, good omega…

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whorrorbvby · 3 days ago

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an update:

hey friends a lot of people have been asking where ive been on other socials and im sorry for being m.i.a and ignoring everyone’s worries. im not getting into it right now and i dont know if i want to talk about the details publicly.

i deleted tumblr from my phone about two and a half weeks ago and ive had a friend keeping a queue going on main for me. it might be that way permanently now i don’t know. I don’t know that I want to come back to tumblr if im being honest. a lot of things happened and i just can’t handle seeing certain people anymore so i’ve been hanging out on two of the more safer socials where tumblr people people generally leave me alone. not that im upset with you any of you or anything it’s more of a personal relationship and it just turned me off of basically everything and i just can’t handle a lot right now.

i didn’t want to stop posting my own content for obvious reasons but i really can’t bring myself to come back it’s too hard and my heart can’t handle it right now. i also haven’t taken any new photos or anything and as of right now i don’t really feel super comfortable in sharing my body in that way. situations have made me feel disgusting as a person and i can’t look at myself. im trying to post more on ig to boost myself back up but i don’t know my self image is kind of ruined now. plus i’ve lost 15lbs from stress and inability to eat because of it and with how many people already harass and bully me for how scrawny i am i don’t want to subject myself in my current mental state to even the possibility of anyone saying anything.

but like i said i have a friend running main for me and i might have them run this account too and my pepper page just because i do want to go back to making content i just dont know if i can handle posting or being in certain spaces right now.

on top of what im currently dealing with in my personal life this is just a really hard time for me in general because of the holiday season and close to the anniversary of my best friends death so i tend to shut down a little anyway it’s just my entire world came crashing down again and im honestly starting to give up on even existing. i know im being melodramatic and i need to suck it up and just go back to status quo it’s just really hard this time and i cant force myself into a positive headspace like i used to even for a second. i have honestly never felt this empty and i barely know who i am or what my worth is anymore.

i dont know if i’ll turn my asks back on. my friend offered to answer anything for me but its better for my mental health if i dont because i know people will ask questions and i dont trust myself to not completely go off on a tangent. im sorry i know im rambling but i feel like a proper update with zero room for misunderstanding is needed and i dont want to sugarcoat or lie to any of you to make myself seem or feel better cuz i respect the hell out of you guys and you deserve honesty if for nothing else. and i appreciate so fucking much you all continuing to support me and hype me up through all the bullshit life keeps throwing at me.

im mostly on ig and threads right now and on threads im talking about games and movies with new people im meeting and it’s been really helping through shit. if you follow me on snap you saw me say im thinking about deleting everything. my accounts are still up and as long as my friend still wants to help me out i’ll at least have a queue running on main but i’ve deleted every social app other than ig and threads. i wholeheartedly planned on deleting snap last night but it’s the only way some of you get any updates from me so for now i wont delete it but i might make a new one instead just to get away from situations that are bringing me down. we’ll see. if I make a new snap i’ll post it everywhere n put it in my bios. that being said i don’t have a private/nsfw snap and i wont make one im sorry. i still wont sell content outside of what i post on peppers and i wont do customs im sorry. maybe in the future but right now i need to focus on myself and getting out of this headspace before i do anything else.

but truly thank you for sticking with me and just genuinely being the best crew around. i promise to try my best to get out of this mess of a headspace im in as quickly as possible and im really sorry for basically abandoning everything again but i really am hopeful for the future and just trying to focus on myself and my happiness at the moment 🙏🏻🧡

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strang3lov3 · 12 hours ago

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Asleep

Roman can't sleep, so he fucks you to tire himself out. 2.6k Tags - it's a mixed bag today, guys. stepdaddy!roman, smut, somno kink, unprotected piv, roman roy jerking off, daddy kink, blowjobs, dirty talk, cunnilingus, creampie, comeplay, masturbation, does roman roy want to be your father or fuck you, both, general fucked up-ness, biting, bruising, alcoholic mom mentions, roman roy getting a little emotional and teary-eyed, mentions of roman's balls for that one anon who knows who they are A/N - howdy!! it's been a while since we've heard from stepdaddy but i've been on a somno kick and well, here we are. I planned for a stepdaddy somno fic to come later but I’ve outlined the rest of the series so…whoops. Anywho, i missed this weirdo so much and i hope you enjoy ♡ love ya love ya. Also this is like loosely proofread so if you see glaring issues, let a girl know 💀

Stepdaddy!Roman Masterlist

It’s so cold. You’re not sure what it is about your room in particular, but when it gets cold out, your bedroom seems to take the hardest hit. Roman won’t let you keep a space heater in there, citing your inability to ever blow out your scented candles or turn off your heat tools for your hair. He doesn’t trust you to not accidentally start a fire in his house.

You cup your palms and bring them to your mouth, then blow hot air into the little space you create with your hands. It helps momentarily, but your toes are still numb.

Sliding out of bed, you tiptoe out of your room and into the dark hallway. Next to your mother’s and Roman’s shared bedroom is a guest room, which is where Roman sleeps. Your mom spends a lot of nights on the couch, but sometimes she comes to bed and wakes Roman up in doing so, who already has a difficult time staying asleep. It’s just easier for him to have his own space, for a multitude of reasons.

After opening the guest bedroom door, you find Roman sleeping on his side, moonlight casting a gentle glow on his pale skin. As you approach him, you see better his toned biceps, his soft and slim middle, how that curve deepens between his ribcage and his hips. The difference in width between his forearm and his wrist. Roman’s such a beautiful man.

Carefully, quietly, you slip under his covers and inch yourself closer to him on the sheets until your tummy is pressed against his back. You wriggle your arms underneath his and tuck your feet between his legs, then squeeze him tight. Roman’s body heat soothes you immediately as you press your cheek against his bare shoulder.

Reprieve is only momentary. A split second, maximum. Roman jolts awake, hissing at the feeling of your cold hands and feet on his warm body. He’s groggy and confused, and pushes you away frantically. He knows it’s you when you cuddle up to him again and he can smell you as you wrap your body around him once more. “Jesus Christ, kid. You’re fucking freezing, get away from me.”

“So cold,” you mumble, nuzzling closer to him. Roman’s on his back now, and you’re resting your head on his chest. You’d crawl inside his skin if you could.

“It’s rude to invite yourself into people’s beds, do you know that? Or did you miss that memo.”

“Mhm, I missed that one,” you yawn.

Roman chuckles. It’s sort of nice being woken up like this, by you, despite how unpleasant your cold extremities feel. Roman’s heart swells in his chest as he pulls you a little closer, pressing his nose against your hair. “C’mere and fucking give me these,” he huffs, taking your hands in both of his as he rubs them gently. “Before you give me frostbite.”

“I’m surprised it bothers you this much.” You wiggle your feet, rubbing them up and down on Roman’s legs to generate some friction. “I figured you’re so cold and heartless on the inside that you wouldn’t even notice.”

“Mm. That’s clever.”

Once Roman warms your hands enough, he lets them go and you wrap your arms around him again. Hands tucked under his torso, your head rising and falling a little with each of his rhythmic breaths. You’re curled up like a cat, soaking up all of him at this moment. The faint smell of his cologne and sweat, his warm breath on your skin. How soft he is. He’s tugged up your sleep shirt a bit, and his long fingers are now gently scratching up and down your back, soothing you right to sleep.

“This is all I am to you, huh? Just a fuckin’...human radiator-pillow hybrid thing.”

“Mhm,” you answer on autopilot, farther from conscious than unconscious. Roman can hear in the way you’re breathing that you’re dead to the world. He chuckles again, smiling as he looks down at your sleeping form. He kisses your nose and your forehead, then traces your facial features with his free hand, smirking at how your nose crinkles and your brows knit together. Your pouty lips. If you were awake, you’d call him an asshole for tickling you.

Roman puts two fingers on your chin, tilting your head back so he can kiss your lips. “Goodnight, baby girl.”

He just watches you. Watches and admires. He’ll go back to sleep in a few minutes, but for now, Roman savors the quiet, peaceful moment. You’re so limp, but clinging to him almost desperately. Roman knows it to be true by now, that you need him. Because you’re letting yourself need him, just like you used to. And inversely, Roman loves to feel needed by you. He feels valuable, he feels protective, masculine as he wraps his arms tighter around you. His arms are so much stronger when he uses them to hug you tight.

It’s been a long, long time since you’ve slept with him like this. Curled around his body, limbs entangled. It used to be a somewhat regular occurrence.

It started out when Roman would be going to bed, and as he walked past your bedroom he’d hear you whimpering and making other noises of distress. He’d let himself into your room to stop you from tossing and turning and thrashing, and then would hold you close as you babbled incoherently about your nightmare until you fell back asleep. Roman wonders if you remember that at all. It’s not like it was talked about.

And there’d be moments similar when you were younger, you’d have a fight with your mom that’d leave you in tears. Awful, screaming fights, that even scared Roman a little. He’d listen to it happen, safe from a different floor or separated by doors and drywall. How scared you must’ve been. Your mom would be drunk and belligerent, aggressive. When you left, she’d follow.

Roman always, always felt guilt for never sticking up for you. He carries that guilt even now. But when the screaming would end, and you’d tiptoe into your bedroom and cry alone, Roman would follow. He’d hold you close as you choked on your sobs, petting your hair. “You’re safe, you’re okay, kiddo. It’s just me and you,” he’d whisper, holding your trembling hand while he rubbed your palm with his thumb, pressing it into that little pad between your thumb and forefinger to try and soothe you. Sometimes it worked. Sometimes it didn’t.

Pressure builds up behind Roman’s eyes as he recounts the memory, tears beginning to spill down his cheeks. “Jesus, fuck,” he whispers, wiping them away before they roll down his jaw and onto your forehead. He’s not gonna think about it anymore. He’s gonna go to sleep, holding you close and tight.

Hours have since passed. Maybe Roman’s gotten some sleep, but it’s hard to tell. Nothing real, at least. He lies awake, his skin damp from sweat. For someone so cold, you sure don’t absorb warmth very well. You seem to just insulate Roman’s own body heat. Roman scoots away from you to get some space, just a little, but you follow, and drape your thigh across his lap. As you move to get comfortable, you rub Roman’s crotch, his cock hardening in his boxer briefs.

“Oh, gr- that’s great. Fucking fantastic,” Roman whispers, moving your thigh off of his body. It’s was only seconds and already he’s rock hard, all thanks to you. He presses his palm against his bulge in search of relief, but it only worsens the sensation. “Fuck. Fuck, fuck, fuck…”

Roman slips his hand beneath his briefs and pulls out his leaking cock, then spits in his palm and wraps his fingers around his length. He turns his head so that he can see you lying on your side, and hikes up your shirt, exposing your nude body. You’re not wearing any panties.

Roman watches you as he begins sliding his palm up and down, squeezing his fist tighter. Roman bites his lip as he thinks of you, thinks of being inside you. Fucking his hand is a means to an end, if only he could fuck you instead. Your mouth. Your cunt.

Roman slides his thumb over the tip of his cock, collecting the wet, sticky precum that sits upon his slit as he fucks his fist. He breathes shakily and quietly as he works himself, a little moan slipping out here and there. With Roman’s other hand, he reaches into his briefs and cups his balls, squeezing them gently as he pumps his cock. “Look what you fuckin’ - God, you suck,” Roman grunts, then spits in his hand again.

You pout, brows pinched together in annoyance as you grumble in your sleep.

“Shh- be quiet. Go back to sleep, sweetheart,” Roman hushes you. He’s gotten a little carried away, and that’s what disturbed your slumber. Roman takes a deep breath and slows down, taking his time as he pumps his fist. It seems that the gentle, rhythmic shaking of the bed as Roman fucks himself rocks you back to a deep sleep. How fucking twisted…

…Yet it makes Roman harder all the same. And he tries, but his fist isn’t cutting it. Roman bends forward to tug his briefs off all the way, tossing them on the ground, then carefully shifts on the bed so that he’s kneeling right by your head. He adjusts you on the pillow, tilting your face just a little so that he can fit the head of his cock between your lips. “You gonna let daddy fuck that pretty mouth? Hm, baby girl?”

Roman inches his cock into your mouth little by little.

“You’re sleeping. And in my bed,” he adds. “So it’s not like you have much of a choice, do you?”

With that, Roman buries his cock in your mouth, sliding it towards the back of your throat. You accept the intrusion so gracefully and with such ease, but a small part of Roman wishes he could watch your eyes widen as you choke on his cock, feel you gag and sputter on him. Roman will just have to make a mess of you himself.

He pulls himself out of your mouth, his shaft soaked in your saliva and glistening under the soft glow of the moonlight peeking in through the window. He taps your cheek with the tip of his cock, dragging it from cheek to cheek, across your lips. He pushes it back inside, burying himself all the way so that his balls rest against your skin. Roman draws his hips back and forth, fist tangled in your hair as he fucks your mouth gently.

But it’s not enough.

He misses the warmth of your body, the feeling of your skin against his. Roman pulls out of your mouth and gently shifts you onto your back, then backs down the bed. He spreads your legs wide and fuck, he can fucking smell you. That sweet, musky arousal between your thighs, that scent Roman’s committed to memory and yet, nothing compares to experiencing it in the present moment. He pushes your knees back toward your chest slowly, little by little, until you’re laid out like a platter for him. You’d be so shy if you were awake right now, fighting against Roman to close your legs. It turns Roman on more, knowing that you have no say in how he sees you, how he fucks you. “I can do fucking whatever I want to you, huh?” he breathes, bending down so he can kiss your inner thighs. “Whatever I want. And you don’t know a thing.”

He kisses your asshole, rimming the tight muscle with his tongue before dipping it inside, pulling it out again so he can kiss his way up your cunt. He nips and sucks at your slick folds, your arousal soaking his face. When his lips attach to your clit and he sucks in just the way he knows that makes you squirm in discomfort, tugging at his hair as you push and pull away from him. You breathe heavily, panting and whimpering in your sleep. “Yeah, you don’t like it when daddy kisses you like that when you’re awake,” he murmurs. “Sensitive fucking thing.”

Roman licks you a while longer, tracing the beautiful shape of your pussy with his tongue. He presses his nose against your clit, rubbing it around in slow circles. With his fingers, Roman traces your lips, toying with your damp curls. He loves the way your pubic hair tickles his face, the softness of it when you let it grow out a little longer.

After eating his fill, Roman kisses his way up your torso, taking care to lick and tease your nipples. He slots himself between your thighs, his face buried in your neck as he notches his tip inside your slick entrance. And with one slow slide, he fills you. You’re so fucking warm and wet and pliant, taking him so well. Roman braces himself with one hand above you, the other on your hip as he squeezes the flesh there. “You’re so nice to me when you’re sleeping,” he whispers. “Oh, fuck. You’re so good.”

Roman sets a pace, softly biting your skin as he rolls his hips into you. Each of his thrusts, every rock of his hips into your warm, wet, cunt has him biting into you harder, bruising you. He kisses your lips as he fucks you, relishing in their softness.

“Rome,” you whimper, voice thick with sleep.

“Shh, you’re okay, kiddo” he breathes in between kisses, “Daddy’s here. It’s just me and you. I’m right here.”

Roman keeps kissing you, leaving your lips a swollen mess as he buries himself over and over inside you. “Fuck - I love, oh, fuck.”

Roman savors the feeling of you beneath him like this, the specific warmth of your body, your skin and his skin together. Roman’s thrusting builds quicker, rolling his hips a little more frantically while still maintaining that gentleness needed to keep you asleep. The pressure’s building in his balls and deep in his gut, his cock achingly hard and rigid. He pulls you flush against himself as he finishes, moaning while painting your insides as he milks himself inside of you, his muscles tensing and relaxing. Roman lets himself fall limp on top of you, his cock still inside you pulsing with every beat of his heart. He commits all of it - all of this - to memory. The private, secret pleasure of being the only one with knowledge of this moment. When Roman’s ready, he pulls out of you, his spend dripping from your hole and onto his bedsheets. He kisses you one last time before settling next to you, pushing you onto your side so he can curl his body around yours.

When you wake in the morning, Roman’s gone. There’s a faint smell of coffee in the air but it’s quiet, and you can assume Roman’s already left for work. You’re a dripping mess, likely from the dream you had. You don’t remember much - just sensations, the sound of panting, the feeling of pleasure between your thighs and the occasional picture of Roman. You spread your legs and reach for your cunt, tracing your folds. There’s a slight pain there, a feeling of sensitivity. Maybe you were grinding against Roman in your sleep. You waste no time, circling your clit with precision as you pump your own fingers inside your pussy, unknowingly fucking Roman’s come back into yourself as you come once, twice, three times.

In your bathroom, you turn on your shower. You take off your shirt and in the mirror, catch a glimpse of darkened, damaged skin on your shoulder. You trace the curved mark, the bruise tender under your fingertips.

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atoriv-art · 2 days ago

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What are your thoughts on Sasuke x Gaara

beautiful showstopping saved my life we love you sasugaa <333

ok to actually answer: i think they have a very compelling dynamic! i really really like their chunin exams era with gaara being weirdly obsessed with sasuke because they're both "damaged" to put it in some way!

i wish we got to see sasuke's opinion about it a little more, especially since it comes at a time where he's starting to come around to the idea of using his power to protect and not just kill itachi, but this "i relate to your pain and i need to make sure my pain (and to gaara, therefore my power) is still bigger and more powerful" dynamic is soooo fun to me as an introduction point between them! i find it a lot more compelling than what it got interrupted by 😅

i understand the value of having gaara see someone who is Literally just like him (ie also a jinchuriki), but imo having him deal with someone who he perceives as Emotionally just like him (ie traumatized, angry and lonely) was already excellent...

also!!!!!!!!!! i'm not a fan of how sasuke is characterized in the five kage summit in general (or rather how he's demonized by the framing of it all. i love a good public meltdown. his evil laugh lives in my brain) BUT i looooooooove the scene with gaara confronting him i was NOT expecting it when i was watching it the first time and it was like an angel smiled down upon me.

and and and (guy who gets to bring up the naruto games again) they do a fun reversal of their original dynamic there it in the ninja storm games, with sasuke being the one to flaunt his pain and power against gaara

LIKE SORRY I JUST THINK IT'S FUNNN!!!! they have a lot in common and deal with it similarly but when gaara's at his lowest sasuke's starting to get better, and that gets flipped later on: when gaara's figured himself out it's sasuke who's completely spiraling... hehehehe!

ok ill put the rest in a read-more. jesus

i get why the pairing isn't very popular (sasuke has like, two of the biggest pairings soaking up all of the fandom attention span alkdsmak) but i cannot standddd the weird consensus that they don't like each other 😭 gaara showed in that scene that he does still hold some amount of respect and empathy for sasuke, enough to offer him a helping hand when he was at his lowest, and sasuke himself was engaging in the conversation much as he disagreed with gaara... it's gaara who starts the fighting back up, not sasuke!

imo gaara's words to naruto later on that get twisted into a "girl dump him" speech (😒.) are obviously meant to serve as a warning to manage expectations, because he Knows his friend is still not going to give up on sasuke and might not even particularly want him to, but he's speaking from the kage angle as opposed to what he personally would want

gaara CRIED for sasuke and stopped the fighting specifically to talk to him for fuck's sake he doesn't HATE him, his siblings have to convince him to give up on trying to talk to him and there's a distinction made of what should be done as a kage. and while i have a thousand things to say about how i don't love how the manga handles its kage characters wrt framing them as Generally Good, i do think it's notable that it's this that makes him give it up

"personal feelings" meaning, his siblings can recognize that gaara doesn't fucking want to fight him and would really prefer to talk this out. I think about this a lot sorry KSMDKSMDK so much of the consensus is that gaara, specifically, can't stand sasuke and for WHAT.

and as a sidebar i think their insistence on calling e/o by their full names/titles ("Uchiha Sasuke" / "Gaara Of The Sand") is so fucking funny.

i know what you are. also:

sasuke engaging in battle banter. OPEN YOUR EYES

ANYWAY!

i actually think that of my "quirky" pairings (the sasugaaneji triad that is.) it's the one with the most canon basis and it's not even close. however it's also the one that i notice people engaging the least with ASKJDNSAKD which is obviously fine it's just a little funny to me

#Yayyyy a yapping prompt <3 thank u anon #asks #i have spared youfrom their similarities wrt their families. but know that i could also go off about that #kind caretaker who turned out to be a monster (yashamaru-itachi). etc. the crowd goes wild at the yashamaru mention.#also gaara shielded sasuke from an attack from the raikage <3 i didnt put it in the main post bc it was also to protect-#the raikage from amaterasu but IM JUST SAYING...#anyway I LIKE THEM A LOT STOP PITTING THEM AGAINST EACH OTHER. GRRRRRRRRRRR #sasugaa

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changbinsboobs · 1 day ago

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Do you think any of skz has potentials of becoming yandere or like obsessed in general?!

Omg i can't believe what just happened Tumblr deleted my whole Chan reading i habe to do it all over again😭😭😭😭😭 and i don't have the cards anymore😭 i fucking hate it here😭

Who in Skz has a potential of becoming obsessed?

Chan - his reading was so long im so angry😭 what i said was basically how he has a lot of responsibilities and things to do that have way more weight and importance for him so there's not enough time or space in his mind to even begin obsessing iver other les simportants tuff. Even if he would he would quickly be taken out of it as more importants stuff already knocks on the door. Aside from that his job is actually a great outlet for him and despite him being very perfectionistic and a workaholic which in itself is not healthy - this card still points out how music and creativity is what brings him pease and is a source of release for him so i kinda get him why he's so focused on work and drowns himself so much into it - because for him its not work its his peace, its his joy, his relief. So yeah not seeing any potential for becoming obsessed or yandere cuz he has an outlet to channel any unwanted emotions and he also has many other much important things to take him out if other spirals he might come into so he doesn't even get the chance to become obsessed.

Lee Know - for him im not getting that either. He also has better things to do. He knows bery well what brings him joy and how to put himself back on track and regulate his emotions to stabilize himself. I don't see anything going out of control, spiraling, or whatever. Also if he were to be rejected, instead of going after that thing/person even more, hold grudges etc - he's more someone that stays in the shadows, takes it like a champ, cries on his own, oats himself on the back and continues on, maybe with some hurt inside him still but he goes on not really looking like it affected him. And soon the hurt gets relieved too, instead of it he fills himself with good things and soon the hurt is forgotten. In short - he accepts his fate and moves on. Not seeing anything about dangerous obsession.

Changbin - not seeing anything like that with him either. Spoiler alert - not seeing that with any of the guys actually. But for changbins case he does ponder on things more, probably takes much longer for him to swallow rejection, or abandonment or similar. He does think of it a lot, may even get gloomy or depressed for a little while. If we're talking about obsession in terms of not being able to get something out of your head then yeah he shows that definitely. But nothing that exceeds the mind and turns into action, also nothing harmful or dangerous in any way. He just thinks about what ifs and analyzing what went down, why it happened like that, etc. He always finds himself at the end tho, and finds peace and stability within himself and finds love and joy around him, often hurts like that fueling him even further for life, making him feel even stronger and more determent to be even bigger and even better.

Hyunjin - not seeing that with hyunjin either. Im seeing childish wonder and disappointment next to each other. I believe this means his naivety and readiness to jump into things and love fast and easily is often a source of depletion and disappointment for him. Either he becomes disappointed cuz whatever he liked isn't actually the way he thought and his expectations aren't met, or whatever attachment he felt wasn't reciprocated. For that im seeing victim complex and visciousness in terms of coping so instead of becoming obsessed and dangerous he rather becomes bitter and maybe even a bit hateful for a period of time towards that person or situation, being sharp and merciless with his words, holding tight onto the feeling that he was wronged and betrayed, being a victim of someone heartless that now deserves to bear the heaviness of his disappointment and wrath. Despite that not sounding very not-obsessive, the energy here doesn't seem really dangerous or malicious. Its more annoying that dangerous (if you're on the receiving end).

Han - here is the only...concern i had. The energy isn't very heavy, theres not any...dangerous action per say...but this is the only pile where i feel malisciousness in any way. Where theres potential that it COULD get to an extreme. Thats the only pile that gows beyond the mind or beyond words and im actually seeing readiness for action. This tho touches more on anger rather on anything and as for the most the heavy emphasis was on romantic relationships, here im not seeing that at all. Im seeing him wanting revenge on people that have disrespected, wronged, ridiculed him etc. he wants them to pay the price for their wrongdoings and is ready to take it in his own hands or leave someone else taking care of it for him. Now if thats something he just wants to do in a moment of anger or if he really has potential to take revenge in his own hands is unclear and i think ill leave it like that. Going back to the initial question - this doesn't give yandere vibes, maybe not even obsession - it just gives innability to regulate anger properly (honestly i feel u buddy) and maybe even overreacting with his anger in that sometimes its something small t he gets a huge tantrum and is ready to fight and its reslly inappropriate. Or something happens in 2022 and for some reason he failed getting angry back then so he carries his anger all this this time and suddenly this issue gets brought up again in a completely normal manner and "out of nowhere" he bursts out in an angry outrage and throws a tantrum. Or is continuously viscious towards someone for no apparent reason because once 10 years ago that person made a comment about his new haircut that he didn't like and he felt vulnerable and he's been making that person pay for the last 10 years cuz it hurt him so much back then. - all of those were just made up examples to describe what i mean by paying back, holding on grudges etc.

Felix - No. Not at all. He takes it all like a champ and i see him looking for support and connection with the people around him and he balances himself out like that, im also seeing him having some sort of innate yin and yang balance in him, in the way that he has of both good and bath, in a perfect balance. Idk how to explain that energy as it is so unique but in short im not seeing bad intentions, obsessive dangerous tendencies or anything. He seems very connected to the divine and has an innate compass of wrong and right, can regulate himself pretty quickly IF the crowd he's surrounded with is good (which for now im seeing it is). And any rejection or hurt or whatever that happens - he takes like a champ.

Seungmin - not seeing that here either, although he's not really answering my question. He says he's graceful and a respectable gentleman (im seeing bridgerton men😂) He says he's a lover and theres no usw for him to act crazy or be maliscious. He's of good value and he can get himself somethign good with ease so theres no use waisting prescious time and energy, lowering himself beyond his own standards.

I.N - not seeing anything like that either. He seems very peaceful and stable despite what. He has a strong, secure and very stable inner core that can not be shaken easily. He has a very positive and uplifting attitude towards life and himself and chooses to see the positive rather than the negative. He actively chooses good and maintains and builds this beliefs and this huge fort he's standing on. Build with trust and smiles and laughter. Those are very very positive, good & stable cards idk what else to add i really don't see anything of that sort with him. Not even potential for that. Not even potential for thinking about it even i think doesn't understand that at all how some people can get themselves to a point where they act like that.

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moonchopsticks · 1 day ago

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finished great god grove tonight! first scattered thoughts:

- been said to death but fucking immaculate style. yugo limbo never misses

-im the type of person that Needs to Know what happens next in the story so i definitely rushed over a lot of optional dialogue. definitely coming back for a second or third playthrough where i can dig into the world a little better

-i loooved the progression of revealing the lore and worldbuilding throughout the story. it was all very straightforward and followable yet sparse enough to make me feel like i was piecing together the nature of the gods and the grove organically. also watching the bizzyboy puppet exposition dumps were such a treat

-very cool worldbuilding, although sometimes the gods just felt like Big Immortal Humans. i know they all had their associated domains which influences their respective communities (+ tied into the different types of love that they each represent) but it never felt like they had much power outside embodying a specific theme. which is fine, there's lots of ways to interpret divinity and the concept of a god. maybe i'll have something more coherent to say abt this in the morning?

-^^ kind of ties into inspekta's whole deal. he already had immortality and was guaranteed it basically forever, in what way did king's ascension and the other gods just existing threaten him? like i'll buy that he had the sort of ego that comes from being insecure about the meaning of your short life and from fear of irrelevance, but if he was afraid of death it seems like he'd already be chilling just by accomplishing ascension. i guess he just wanted it All? i'm not really pressed about it, since the themes of like. love in the face of mortality and the insecurity that fear of death can bring are hugely impactful to me personally. and i like to see people talk about it. i just think more couldve been done with it.

-speaking of, capochin is a banger of a character. he has such a little ego and lords his authority over his subordinates, and you can just tell he's dripping with insecurity about his place in the world. i.e. at the right hand of inspekta as his unflinchingly loyal dog. he craves power and purpose and fears irrelevance, just like inspekta, and is tethered to his place by both intense fear and devotion. he treats the bizzyboys like dirt but even as they start to rebel against him they know that he'd never hurt them. also he's a 3 foot tall smug bastard fifty something year old with little puppy dog eyes. who's doing it like him

-inspekta, like all the players in the story, was made with such love and care that i couldnt imagine anything but a hopeful ending for him. aw hector. the secretly evil twist was pretty obviously telegraphed. had my suspicions pretty early on, which were solidified by the time the bizzyboys attack you after cobigail and all but stated after buzzhuzz, where they turn to fascism. (surprised that razzma said it straight up.)

- probably my favorite gods were cobigail and bauhazzo. did NOT expect to like them so much! cobigail's lore is really good for a human turned god of harvest--music teacher that lives in the school she used to teach in, a bright pillar of the community, voted to ascend by the town she brought together. slowly forgotten by the people she used to break bread with and slowly starving because they're forgetting how to come together and feed her. and she's a fucking cutie patootie sweet pea. and bauhazzo was very charming to talk to and also one of the most interesting thematically to me personally. for a god of memory and keeper of thousands of years of history he's very tender about the small moments. being a living memory essentially and letting nostalgia overtake you in a moment of weakness is an on the nose but relevant warning against fascist rhetoric (and just in general the trap of thinking about the Good Old Days). in general im someone that loves the ups and downs of life, and i tend to be nostalgic about the past and fear the passing of time, but my memory is really poor, so i end up thinking a lot about the subjectivity of memories and about how effervescent everything is...bauhazzo just ended up resonating with me ig!

-the first time miss mitternacht dropped that king uses she/her my eyes goggled out of my head like that cartoon wolf. experienced the euphoria of finding out that cool guy was a butch lesbian in real time. also makes her and miss mitternacht's thing one million times more juicy. idk i love gay people

-not sure why this stuck in my head but i cracked up when vibi was getting a little too into imagining capochin getting sweaty and dirty. pathetic man likers rise up

-patty i love u forever

-idk, this is the sort of game that reminds me that i want to create something. i want to make art without reservation. i'm grateful for projects like these.

#great god grove #yahoo!! time to be insane abt this game for a little bit #great god grove spoilers

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shutyourfacemonsterlover · 14 hours ago

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Overall thoughts and opinions on the most famous Phantom adaptations / most famous Eriks

Because these things are fun, i thought maybe it could be interesting for me to reunite my overall thoughts on the most popular adaptations, because everybody has opinions on them (and maybe my takes are super cold and vanilla). Still, it's fun!

I'm also gonna go with the most popular because there are like a million Phantom adaptations and I don't have the energy to rank them all. (i'm also mostly doing the ones that are series / shows / musicals- the books i would pretty much mostly mention the Leroux OG and Kay, and i'm already going somewhere with the second one). (Forgive me all Ken Hill / Song at Midnight / MazM fans)

-The 1925 silent film with Lon Chaney: I'm really biased, but I admit this is my favorite Phantom adaptation, even if i know as a film it's rather limited by the constraints of the era (bad acting, slow pacing, the weird whitewashing of the Persian etc etc). It downplays the tragic romantic elements of the story (Christine is very one-dimensional and seems more afraid of Erik than empathetic), and Erik is written a little too "generic evil villain", but there are elements to suggest that there's more to Erik than meets the eye, and why he's an engaging figure in the first place. Yeah, like most, i hate the ending, but it's saved by overall faithfulness to the novel (he's born deformed! he has a death's head! he has a life of tragedy! he loves Christine! you can't imagine the number of adaptations that don't get these simple things RIGHT), and the subtle moments Chaney adds to make his Erik more three dimensional (the moment in the Apollo's Lyre scene where he holds his mouth in pain lives in my head rent free) It has my favorite movie Erik, and that's all that matters to me. <3 8/10

-The 1943 film with Claude Rains: I always call this film "missed potential". It looks beautiful, it sounds beautiful, it has good quotes, I like the film delving more into Christine's character; but the Abbott and Costello comedy of the two Raouls is out of place, and the writing of Erique is kinda of a mess (and considering he's the most important character in POTO...YEAH a good adaptation depends a lot on his writing). You don't really understand what is his connection with Christine, and how his initial sympathetic scenes kinda clash with his more violent streak (he gets thrown acid in the first place because he kills a man pre-Phantom); making the character come off as a little inconsistent and not as sympathetic as he should be. This movie also started the "disfigured in an accident, no Persian" versions of Phantom that I feel kinda cheapen the story later on (a lifetime of tragedy is what shaped Erik, not "one bad day"). A real shame, because Rains carries an elegance to Erik that I think helps with the imagery of the character (a monster trying so much to be "human"). Hmm...6.5/10

-The 1962 with Herbert Lom. This one also changes a bit, and normally i'd be bitching and moaning about it, but i prefer the changes here to the Claude Rains version since they're more consistent in portraying Erik's character. You feel for his music being stolen, and want to see this artist have such a simple dream as seeing his creation come true. People don't like it erases his obsession with Christine, but i think here it works, since you can believe his passion for his art is what drives him. (Also, i think this movie is what started the trend of Phantom adaptations having another villain, which is something explored better in Phantom of the Paradise). It doesn't look as nice as the Claude Rains film, tho, and something in the acting stops it from going the most. 6/10

-Phantom of the Paradise: A BLAST. It changes a lot about the source material, but considering even the setting is different, everything works to its advantage. Winslow is the first Phantom that really delves well into the "tragic monster" element of the character, with even his violent tendencies being a consistent trait from the start of the story (he attacks Philbin for making an inoffensive comment about the Juicy Fruits). The imagery is distinctive, Swan is a very compelling villain, and the songs are fantastic. Winslow's sacrifice, like Lindsay Ellis said, is simply a progression from his acts in the novel (yes, I believe Erik would sacrifice himself to guarantee Christine's safety, post development). What only sucks is that I don't feel you buy Winslow's passion for Christine / Phoenix, and she comes off as inconsistent in her ambition and not as empathetic (still, she sings very nicely and I love that the actress resembles Mary Philbin (1925 Christine) at times). Also while the Faustian elements add to the movie, i'm not sure how they can relate to Erik's' character in general (not to mention the Dorian Gray element). Also the pacing in the last 10 minutes is rushed and kinda sucks. But still...As a movie? It's my favorite. 9/10

-The Maximilliam Schell 1983 made for TV film: My least favorite, and it all has to do with how slow and dull the pacing is, you just don't get the sense of dread or tragedy. The reincarnated wife subplot is really random, and it makes Sandor pathetic and delusional instead of empathetic and tragic. And i'll take bad over boring any day of the week. 2/10

-ALW's musical (add here the 25th version too): Oh ho ho, the one piece of media that got us all into Phantom I think. It's a big, bombastic musical, and you can see the appeal. While i don't like some characters are turned more one-dimensional (Raoul, Christine); I do like how it pushes forward Erik's trauma, and how it has broken him; he's not a good man, no, but not a monster, either. And this idea that abuse victims can turn cruel as well...But, you know, they still deserve love. Perhaps they always did! And the focus on the romance which puritans complain about...Boy you will not be ready to hear me when i tell you the original novel implies Christine is indeed into both Raoul and Erik, for different reasons lol. I dont like the omission of the Persian, but I like that this cements that again, Erik wasn't a rando who one day snapped, it was a life of tragedy that turned him into what he is....We can dislike it, we can like it, but we can admit it has influenced our perception of the story in more ways than one. 8/10.

-The 1988 cartoon: The most faithful adaptation of the novel is also the cheapest movie of the bunch. Whew lads...Tho I do like Erik's character. He's got the redemption, the deformity, the sense of humor (when i read Erik i often headcanon him having this Erik's voice). I also like Christine, she's not written as a bland damsel, she shows a bit of an attitude. And hey, rare Persian appearance! I even like the ending, with the cast showing compassion towards Erik's misfortune. It's just that the technical limitations of the movie avoid the film from reaching high status. 6.5/10

-1989 with Robert Englund: An unpopular opinion, but I love this film. It's strange in that it's both very faithful to the novel, adapting the gothic horror of the elements, but it changes way too much Erik's character (the crux of the story) into somebody who isn't really tragic or sympathetic. A musician who sells his soul to the devil (an element it took from Phantom of the Paradise...I have the theory that Phantom adaptations take elements from each other more than from the novel) and gains immortality...and kills people for no reason??? Normally, in another adaptation, I would dislike a lot this change, but Englund's interpretation turns the character into more layers than simply a psychopathic asshole. He gets the "allure" and horror of Erik, which is a big part of the character. I feel with a more book accurate backstory, and impulse more the angle of "doomed dark lover" with Christine (yes his love is also...downplayed), this would easily be one of the more popular Eriks. Yeah it steals a lot from Nightmare on Elm Street, but there's an interesting movie in here, amidst the music and the beautiful cinematography...8/10.

-The 1990 miniseries with Charles Dance: Cherik! The phandom darling! This one is strange since i feel it diverges from the novel as much as the Robert Englund version, yet it's one of the most beloved adaptations. It offers an interesting interpretation of Erik, he's not as cruel, but the movie delves more into the aspect of him being a doomed romantic lover. He's not as manipulative to his Christine (i'd argue this is one version of the story where they should've gotten together imo), and has a gentler approach to life. The series takes the element of the book of him having arrested development and runs with it. Still tho, the gentler approach kinda cuts the tragedy of the character; what with loving parents and all being something Erik DIDNT have growing up. The appearance of the father is what dulls the film, and makes Erik come off as more dependent and childish. Still, Charles Dance gives his Erik a quiet dignity, that avoids the character falling into a manchild interpretation. 7/10 (not bad, just that i like my Eriks more lonely and threatening)

-The 1998 film of Dario Argento: Y'all owe Gerard Butler an apology, lol. This is the ONE truly shit adaptation of Phantom, lol. It feels like a fever dream. It's more gross than scary, it's not tragic, it's not romantic, Erik is not in any way sympathetic or complex or alluring...Like the fuck lol. 3/10 (and that 3 is because it makes me laugh...)

-Wishbone "Pantin' at the Opera" episode: Eh, "Phantom for kids", not a interpretation of the story I like, but it's accurate to the novel, which makes it stand out. And it gives Erik a rare happy ending! Tho, as expected since it's for kids, it downplays a lot of the more complex themes. Still...gotta praise the accuracy. 5/10

-2004 with Gerard Butler: I don't think it's as bad as the phandom made it out for years. It could be better, but i think the technical details and the bad makeup are what drag the film down, since it doesn't diverge massively from the story or themes (except the weird grooming thing...ew). This Erik is interesting in that much like Cherik, he grew up inside the Opera House, and it's an unique view of the character, that he's got arrested development due to never leaving his own "house" growing up (a bit of a plot hole then how he learned magic, engineering, architecture, etc etc, but eeeeh). He's also more vulnerable and emotional compared to the stage counterpart, who seems more self assured and angry. It's not horrible, just average, and could be better. 6.5/10

-The cartoon episode of the Triplets with Phantom (aired in the 2000s-something): Phantom for kids again. it's not an interpretation of the story in general that i like (too fluffy for my liking), but this episode gets the points of the story; Christine's complex feelings and Erik's redemption, while still keeping his initial wickedness (he even gets a sorta happy ending! my boy!). also it's funny at times, so there's that. 6/10

-Love Never Dies: This is...frustrating. I'm of the unpopular opinion that a sequel focused on Erik can work, but I feel his story with Christine is over, and dragging it back again just places the characters in square one, their development null. As an original story, it can be a potential good drama, but with these established characters, a lot of the emotions feel forced and manufactured. 5/10

So overall...My favorite versions of Erik and the story are...the musical and Chaney? And Paradise and Robert Englund for the wild out there versions. But there's always something missing, i can't always point to one and go "THAT is the definitive Erik". Erik is a very complex character, made of light and shadows, and the movies never reflect that.

I don't think most of these movies are good, we like them because they're Phantom content, but still, it's interesting to observe how this story has changed reflecting the interests of society at the time being. Before, we wanted this cruel monster punished...Then we turned him into an 80s slasher...And now in the monster fucker era we see him as a potential romantic lead...Huh.

#phantom of the opera #poto #erik poto #erik the phantom #erik destler #poto meta #mine #lon chaney erik

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fires-of-ninjago · 2 days ago

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Ninjago Headcannons - Holiday Edition!

Wow, it's really been a while since I've done one of these, hasn't it?

Since we're heading into the end of the year (and the bulk of the holidays), I thought it might be fun to go through what everyone does during this time of year!

KAI: - Kai has a tendency to go a bit over-board when it comes to the holidays; especially the really big ones (Trying to make sure your little sister has the chase to celebrate and enjoy the holidays that you did will do that to you). - He keeps appropriate decorations everywhere they stay (even every version of the Bounty has a special "Holiday Storage Locker" aboard). - Kai might be able to cook some basic dishes and general comfort foods, but even Zane knows better than to interrupt Kai or offer help if he hasn't explicitly asked for it. - He also doesn't mess around whenever it comes to festivals and making sure that everyone

COLE: - Cole loves helping decorate with the others, and it's totally not because he can carry all of the supplies in one go mainly because he's one of the only ones who can keep Kai in check from trying do anything dumb. - He absolutely ADORES the warmth and food that just permeates the monastery during the holidays, though he typically has to put his stealth-skills into action if he doesn't want to get caught making off with a tray of goodies while Kai and Zane's backs are turned/fighting over ingredients. - The one thing that he can't stand though, is how often his dad seems to pick the absolute worst time to call him to tell him about the latest gig his group is playing (When? Tonight in about an hour of course! Kai already bought everyone tickets and has the Bounty fueled up. See you soon!)

JAY: - He's a lot like Kai in terms of celebrating the holidays (though he's more about enjoying the simplest setups rather than going all-out). - Jay can tell when Nya's about to go into all-out decorating mode, so he makes sure to distract her before Kai can get into the full swing of things... - He always makes a point to bring at least Nya with him to see his parents (and totally not because they can and will hunt them down bring the holidays to them (and also totally NOT because Kai will trade baby stories about Nya in exchange for Jay's with them).

ZANE: - When he first struck out on his own after his father's first death, Zane approached the holidays with an inquisitive detachment. Since he really didn't have any attachment to anything, he really didn't feel anything at experiencing the festivities, except for the how familiar the food seemed. - It wasn't until he met Kai and Nya that he really started to understand the whole point of what the holidays were about. Now he looks forward to them, though he makes it a point to keep Kai and Nya in check. - After he came back from the Never Realm, something in him changed: Now instead of simply looking forward to them, he's started going all-out in planning the celebrations. - Him and Kai have ended up pulling knives on each other in the kitchen more than once while cooking. In their individual defenses: They completely ruined each other's special holiday dishes...

NYA: - She's a lot like her brother when it comes to holidays. Kai might go all out, but she's (a little) more chill about it. - She can cook, and she'll sometimes help out her brother, and disarm him when anyone tries messing with his cooking before it's absolutely ready though she'll normally take care of setting up the atmosphere and making sure that all of the boxes get put away mostly so that won't kill himself trying to do everything himself. - The one thing that Nya really loves about the holidays, is how everyone makes a point to strike out and spend time with their extended families outside of the Monastery.

LLOYD: - He used to love to sit back and watch the others do their things and would just soak up the fruits of everyone's festivities. - While everyone was distracted with their preparations, he would sneak in with Cole to grab a few trays from the cooling racks. - Once he aged up though, he would start volunteering to help Nya keep Kai and Zane from going too far in the kitchen (He's take Zane while Nya would grab Kai). - While everyone else is off visiting their families, Lloyd will usually stick around with Kai and Nya, or Cole or even Zane (mostly because Wu is busy meditating, and his mother's usually off on another dig).

#Ninjago #Ninjago Headcannons #Ninjago Kai #Ninjago Cole #Ninjago Jay #Ninjago Zane #Ninjago Nya #Ninjago Lloyd #This was fun #So I'll probably do a Part 2!

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slashingdisneypasta · 2 days ago

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Jane The Killer x Fem!AFAB!Reader || Smutshot

Plot: Jane has been thinking about you, her baby girl, alllll day and wants to ravish you so bad.

Warnings: Mommy kink, strap use, and uh grinding on jeans?

As soon as you get home at the end of a long day, your girlfriend's there to greet you. After all, she works nights. The dead of night- just like her inky black eyes.

You're never quite sure how she gets in without a key, when all the entrances are locked, but you've long since stopped being creeped out by that. Not since you fell in love with her.

"I've been thinking about you for hours, sweetheart. How was your day?" With gentle fingers, she takes your bag off your shoulder and hangs it up. Then draws her arms up over your shoulders and links her fingers together behind your neck.

Her voice is gentle; soothing. Her touch is deft and deliberate.

She's in mommy mode. You're going to get fucked tonight.

"Tiring," You sigh, a smile crossing your face as you immediately begin to relax at the anticipation. Your fingers smooth over her hips while your gaze flickers down to her lips.

Immediately a sharp black nail digs into the soft skin beneath your chin, nudging your face upwards so you're looking at her eyes. "Baby... manners. My eyes are up here, hm?"

"Sorry." A little giggle slips out, teasing. "-Mommy."

She smirks. She loves it when you call her that; her sweet little baby in her place. "You're so cute... Tell me more about your day."

"... Well... " As you tell her generally how your day went, Jane's hands trail down your body and slip beneath the waistband of your pants. Carefully, she kneels and pulls them down your legs, pressing a few feather-light kisses to random places on your thighs. Quietly, with no intention of interrupting your talking, she asks you to step, honey. You do as you're asked obediently, stepping out of your pants so she can discard them, and keep on telling her about your day.

Next her soft fingers slip back up your legs, slide ever so softly over your still-clothed and throbbing cunt, under your shirt and around your body; pressing warm kisses to your face while she unclips your bra.

After that restrictive and scratchy item is gone you feel a million times better, and mommy even gives your poor aching breasts a thoughtful rub. Squeazing them nicely and massaging out all the stress from your day. Her fingers on your bare tits never fail to make you needy for her. You have to stop talking as she does this, rubbing over your very sensitive perks, and close your eyes. Whimpering.

"Go on, babygirl, I know there's more... I wanna hear everything. So I know exactly how to take of you, okay?"

You force your eyes open a crack to look at her. Her deep, soulless, inky eyes. There's a caring expression on her face even with her hands taking full greedy advantage of your bareness under your shirt. She really cares.

And she also really wants you tonight.

Giving a nod, you go on. For a few minutes she just nods along sympathetically and continues to play with your tits, rotating between rubbing them and squeezing them; thoroughly enjoying the feel of them while you become absolute putty in her hands. Then she leans in, and starts kissing you again while you talk. More featherlight kisses, all over your face. Your forehead, your temples, your cheeks. Then she nips along your jaw line, and sucks and licks that spot on your neck that drives you crazy.

When you're done with your day, she pulls away and turns you around so your ass is to her crotch. She slips a hand into the front of your underwear, and feels how sopping wet you've gotten. "Thank you, baby, thats enough... Sounds to me like it's been a long day, hm?" She noses your hair. "... Let mommy take care of you, sweetie."

You're so undone for her and her gentle caring touches that you can only hum in responce. The feel of her fingers drawing along your slit already a lot for you. When they slip in between your folds, diving into your hot, drenched pussy, your lips part against your will and a moan rolls off your tongue; your feet step a bit further apart from each other so she can reach you better.

Thankfully Jane doesn't play with you too much. When she says she's going to take care of you, she will. Her deft fingers purposefully rub your slick little clit until you're keening, holding yourself up with a hand on the wall closest to you, barely standing. "J- Janey!~ "

"Hmm, no,.. sweet, but that's not what you call me, honey. So what was that again??"

Your face feels hot as coals, sputtering the correct moniker, literally putty in her hands right now. It was one thing calling her this as a tease, a little but of fun,.. it was entirely another calling her mommy with her fingers knuckle deep moving languidly inside you. "M- Mommy,.. "

"Perfect, baby." She praises, and a smirk graces her lips when you clench around her fingers hearing it. "Ohhh, you are so cute."

As she continues to finger you towards an orgasm, you get so wet the slick covers her hand, both of you dripping all over your thighs. Whenever you can't help it and you hump her hand, Jane gives you a kiss on the cheek. "Go ahead, sweetheart, do it again. It's okay."

After a few blissful minutes of this, Jane driving you further and further towards your sweet, aching orgasm- she pulls her hand away from you and separates carefully from your body; settling into the armchair. You whimper and turn around, basically pouting because that felt so good and how could mommy just abandon you like that-

When you notice something you didn't see before. There's a bulge in her jeans.

You should've recognised it before, you realise now. Jane rarely wears jeans in the first place. Only when she wanted to tease you; when she wanted to see you mindlessly grinding on her strap through rough boyfriend jeans. A rush of excitement floods you zeroing in on your beautiful girlfriend almost manspreading with a lazy smirk on her pretty lips.

"Panties off, baby girl. Come and ride mommy, now."

With a nod, you slip the article off and leave it on the floor before straddling Jane's waist.

Finally your pleasure is in your own hands as you begin gently rubbing your dripping, throbbing heat over the beautiful bulge in her jeans. Immediately the spot developed a wet patch, and the feeling of Jane's hands on your hips drives you a little crazy.

When your head gets foggy, she can tell. When your head gets foggy and you can't think anymore, she slips her hands under your shirt and starts to play with your tits again. Squeezing the pretty mounds deliciously in her palms, rubbing your nippers with the pads of her thumbs, massaging the daily soreness thoroughly out of them. She loves it so much, the feeling of your perfect breasts all for her to play with while you fuck yourself dumb on her strap beneath her jeans. She could do this for hours, but she should take proper care of her girl, eventually.

When Jane decides that it's time, she breaks you out of the dirty slutty trance you'd slipped into by grinding back, rolling hips directly against yours, causing you to gasp and whimper; needing more of that.

In a second, Jane's unbuttoned her jeans, unzipped them, and has the black strap you love so much pointed directly at your pussy.

"... I think you're ready for this now, honey."

"I'm gonna cum." You're gonna cum just from all this foreplay. How can you handle t h i s from mommy?? She spoils you too much.

As if eager to make you squeeze and cum on her cock, Jane thrusts into your messy hole immediately. It's obscenely easy, considering how wet you are; she just slides in, filling you up and rubbing against your clit.

Her deep, hard thrusts up into you spur you to roll with the motions, muttering 'mommy' 'mommy' 'mommy' ever time she pounds back into you, the closer you get to an orgasm.

"Mommy mommy mommy," You whisper, eyes closed, bouncing on her plastic dick.

"This is just what mommy wanted today sweetheart, thank you so much for being so good."

"Mommy mommy mommy mo- " You're getting louder, the praise going to your head and melting away your brain. Shame. Embarrassment. And guilt.

"You're always so perfect. Mommy loves you so much."

With that, you kiss her; delving your tongue into her mouth. With a few more thrusts, you come totally apart on her.

You cum harder then you have in months, then carefully sink down on her strap once more; remaining right there while the waives of your orgasm wash over you. Kissing your pretty lady gently on the lips now, over and over, tasting her tongue and her lipstick, and her cheeks and her jaw and her neck.

#Jane The Killer x Reader Smutshot #Jane The Killer x Reader #Jane The Killer #Smut #Oneshot #Smutshot #Creepypasta #Creepypasta x Reader

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obsessivestar · 3 days ago

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'What If It's All A RomCom?' - a Ted Nivison x Reader

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//General Warnings: 18+ Fix (MINORS DNI), Reader is implied to be afab and under 5'5.

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Chapter 16: Guess (Guess)

As usual, I find myself waking up pressed against Ted's chest, both of my arms loosely wrapped around his bare body. I already know he's awake, I can feel his fingers running little patterns on my back. Before I let him know I'm up, I concentrate on his touch, trying to see if I can guess what the shape is. I feel his chest hair tickling my cheek a little, our legs intertwined under the covers, his weight shifted a little so he wasn't crushing my left arm. Little hearts. He's drawing little hearts on my back. This guy....

"Wakey wakey..." Ted whispers to me in a sing-song tone, making the little hearts he's trailing on my back a little bigger to get more of my attention. Either he's been urging me to wake up little by little, or he's already aware I'm awake. God, he's the sweetest. I can't believe there was a time where I wasn't waking up in his arms. I don't think I ever wanna go back to waking up alone...

"For real, though, we gotta be downstairs in like...15 minutes.." Ted clears his tone, using the full palm of his hand to rub my back up and down, urging me more to wake up. I can't help but let out a little laugh, pulling back from his chest slightly so I can look up at him, taking in his handsome features while I still can.

"What, we can't--" My sentence is cut off by my own voice cracking, my throat dry as ever. An amused chuckle leaves Ted, stretching away from me for a moment to grab his water bottle, returning to my side after to hand it to me.

"Mine was bad when I woke up, too.." Ted spoke with a smile, watching as I take his water from him to take a good, long sip. I can hear Ted let out another low chuckle as I drink up over half of his water before finally pulling back with a heavy exhale. Fuck, I didn't realize I was so thirsty until now. I guess I should've had more to drink last night. I give Ted a thankful smile as I hand his water bottle back to him, watching him set it aside again before facing me once more, both of us now sitting up a bit in his bed.

"There, you were sayin'?.." Ted gestures to me with a smirk. I can tell he's amused with all of this, not just from the water, but from me being in his room. It's a nice change. He looks proud, he looks confident. Honestly, his mattress feels better than mine, though I'm probably only feeling this way because he's in it, for once.

"I was going to say 'we can't lay together for a bit?' but I think I can guess why.." I admit with a smile, adjusting myself so I wasn't pushing all of my weight down on my elbow.

"Oh, you can guess, huh?" Ted raises a curious brow at me, his confident smirk still spread along his blush toned lips.

"Yeah, I've got a good guess.." I return with a confident, but flirty tone, smiling back at him.

"Go on then. Guess."

"Yeah? You want me to?"

"Yeah. Guess."

"You turned our alarms off again, didn't you?"

"I absolutely did."

My guess being correct makes me lean my head back and laugh, adjusting myself so it was now my hand holding me up, pressing down on Ted's mattress. "Why?!" I laugh in disbelief, playfully furrowing my brows at Ted. "Why do you keep doing that?? We have a job to do, Teddy!"

"I-I like you gettin' your beauty sleep, babe!" Ted raises his hands defensively with a devilish little grin, shrugging slightly. "Ya needed the rest! I could tell!"

"I don't need beauty--why do you call me babe now?"

"I've called you babe before, why are you surprised?" Ted tilts his head a little and narrows his eyes. "You've got that babe vibe, I was thinkin' about it earlier. You've got the 'tude of a babe."

"The tude? Like the attitude?"

"Yeah."

"The attitude of a babe?"

"Yeah!"

"I thought I was a princess?"

"You can be both."

"I get 2 pet names now?"

"Yeah, you can have many names. Babe, Princess, pain in my ass, kindofalittlewhoorreee..." Ted purrs.

I playfully roll my eyes as Ted lists off some 'pet names', watching him leaning in slightly. I can't help but shake my head a little, a huff leaving me as my eyes meet Ted's once more. "Yknow, I was perfectly fine before you corrupted me.." I speak, loosely crossing my arms in front of my chest, still completely bare from last night.

"Corrupted you? What?" Ted narrowes his eyes again at me, lightly gliding his tongue along the ends of his top teeth. "What does that mean?"

"Before you made me this way, this--this--I.." I try to find the right words, but my mind immediately blanks out once Ted moves in a little closer, the tip of his nose lightly brushing against mine. It's like his every move is sucking the words out of my head. He knows it, too. He's got that stupid smile on his face again. He knows what he does to me.

"Wow, I really get you goin'.." Ted purrs, lowering his voice a little on purpose. I roll my eyes again, lightly frustrated at how effortlessly he makes me breathless.

"Stop trying to seduce me for like 5 seconds, I'm trying to compliment you." I let out a breathy chuckle as I speak, fixing up my hair a little.

"Can't help it, you're just really easy to seduce now.." Ted gives a casual shrug, his gaze flicking down to my lips as he speaks. "Now I can kiss ya whenever I want, it's hard."

"Kissing me's hard?"

"Not kissin' you's hard."

Ted gives me a small peck on the lips and gives me a little smile. I see a longing sparkle appear in his dark eyes as he meets my gaze once more before flicking down to my lips again. I can read him clearly. He wants more. He always wants a little more...

Ted's hand rests on my cheek as he leans in to properly connect our lips in a warm, wanting kiss. I return the kiss, allowing our lips to move together slowly, intimately. I feel lighter, I feel like we've risen up above the clouds, our lips cupping one another, hugging, enjoying, keeping us above the rest of the world. I feel like this everytime we kiss, everytime he gives me exactly what I'm longing for; what I'm thinking about. Nothing else compares. Not even pot comes close to getting me as high as Ted does. It's maddening. He's maddening. I'm sure I have the same effect on him.

"Told ya.." Ted breaks the kiss briefly to speak, a dry snicker bubbling out of his throat when I reach to place my free hand on his bare shoulder, moving in a little to lose myself in his embrace once more, until we're inevitably interrupted yet again...

I'm suddenly reminded of where we're supposed to be when I hear Joe and Tanner speaking to each other out in the hall, their conversation becoming quieter as they move downstairs for the day. Their voices cause me to break away from the kiss completely, my gaze going over to Ted's closed door. I keep forgetting that there are other people sleeping here every night. I'm sure Joe would've complained if anyone's actually heard Ted and I by now, but still, it makes me feel weird. I feel bad.

"Well, there it is.." Ted smirks, pulling away from me to move out of bed for the day. He grabs a pair of boxers for himself first before he tosses my pajamas over to me one by one. "Duty calls, princess.."

A bashful chuckle escapes me, moving my body to sit at the edge of Ted's bed so I could properly get dressed. I'm gonna have to go right into my room to change into something else, but I'm not takin' that walk naked. "Y'know, I'm starting to think we should slow down a little.." I admit with a shy smile, standing up off the bed as I slip my pajama pants back up.

"Slow down?" Ted repeats, his confidence wavering ever so slightly. "If this is about last night, I did offer my face.."

I stop and look at Ted, furrowing my brows. His face? What is he talking about? Last night we--

Oh.

"Wha--oh my god, no--" I sound completely embarrassed. I am embarrassed--

Right.

"I'm saying slow down because there's other people that sleep here every night, not because you didn't eat me out last night." I laugh a little, moving over to stand by him.

"M'kay, I was about to say.." Ted chuckles lightly, flicking his tongue side to side in his mouth as he looks at me. I could never get tired of the way he looks at me after we wake up together. It's like he's admiring his work while planning the next project. Is he always thinking about sex? Well, he is a guy...

"Are you still freakin' out over us leavin' the window open?" Ted asks, gesturing over to the window by his bed. Fuck, I had almost forgotten about that.

"I wasn't until now, thanks for the reminder." Another breathy chuckle leaves me and I put my hand on my hips, my gaze going to Ted's closed door again. I start to think of responses or excuses I could give out if Tanner, Joe or Dan start asking questions. No way am I gonna tell the complete truth.

'Oh don't worry about it, Ted and I were only smoking weed and fucking in his bedroom, just the exact thing you don't want us doing, nothing to fucking worry about there.'

I guess this is the part where I proclaim that it's all for love, but realistically I think I'm just a horrible friend. Sorry, Tanner.

"Guess we'll have to find other places, huh?" Ted speaks up to snap me out of my thoughts, nibbling a little on his lower lip. Oh god, I don't even wanna unpack what that could possibly mean right now, I gotta go get dressed. Still, I can't help but smile. Being with this man is so thrilling. I place both of my hands on Ted's chest and lean up to give a gentle kiss on his lips, grinning softly up at him.

"Get dressed, Theo.." I hum pleasantly, patting his bare chest a little before pulling away completely to exit his room, smiling like a big, proud idiot to myself. I hear Ted chuckle to himself as I close his door.

It doesn't take long for me to change into new clothes and do my usual morning routine, minus doing my makeup, we got a team for that after all. I'm out of my room in about 5 minutes, getting downstairs just in time to watch some of the team clearing out more of the living room. More ballroom dance training, probably. It's the biggest scene of the film, after all. It's gotta be perfect, or close enough.

Dan's helping some of the crew move some of the furniture outside while Tanner and Joe are in the living room with some breakfast and coffee. I watch their reactions closely when they spot me, they don't seem...uncomfortable or anything, though I'd be surprised if Tanner specifically heard anything, his A/C would've tuned out any noises, I'm sure. It's Joe I'm worried about. I walk up to them as they happily beckon me over. They seem eager to talk to me, it must be about the film.

"Hey, there's my favorite lead!" Tanner points at me, a genuine smile lifting his chubbier cheeks. I can instantly confirm that he knows absolutely nothing about last night. Good.

"Good morning.." I give a small smile, moving around Tanner to grab myself a bagel to put in the toaster. I might even make myself a coffee later, I feel a little tired now that I'm out of that room and among other people. "How's everyone feeling?"

"Pretty good. I'm actually getting used to these mattresses." Tanner admits, moving back a bit to give me some room on the kitchen counter. "Slept pretty well."

"Of course you're sleeping well, you've been sleeping on an actual bed 'the last week.." Joe smirks at Tanner, crossing his arms.

"I sleep in a bed otherwise." Tanner adds back, his tone dipped in amusement.

"You sleep on a futon that you've never actually spread out, you just keep it as a couch." Joe spreads his arms as he replies. "You literally sleep on a couch."

"It's a good couch."

"It's older than you are."

"It's reliable."

I'm definitely entertained, but I decide to interject. "I'm surprised you two didn't get married.." I speak up, moving around Joe to grab a plate from the top cupboards. "You bicker every morning.."

"At least we're bickering about couches this time." Tanner replies with a shrug.

"Yeah, we could go back to clitoris-es again." Joe adds with a humorous smirk, sweeping his hand through his mullet.

"Man, that reminds me, I can't believe it's been over a week already." Tanner spesks genuinely, turning his head to look at Joe. "We've been here for over a week.."

How does that remind Tanner of?--y'know what, not even gonna think about it. Tanner's Tanner.

"And we're basically almost done, right?" I ask, moving around the kitchen as the conversation continues. "Did you book us for 3 weeks just in case, or?.."

"Yeah, we're basically halfway done, technically. We're already over halfway done filming." Tanner admits, pulling out his phone to go over his notes.

"We've filmed all of the scenes with the extras during the first 4 days, we've filmed three out of the seven kiss scenes, we've filmed all of the establishing shots, we got the conflict scenes out of the way...it's honestly just a few more scenes and then the dream sequence and then we're done."

Wow, that was wild to think about. We've really been at it for the first week. I remember first walking into this place with Tanner like it was yesterday. I hadn't even noticed Ted until Conner had canceled on us. I mean sure, I met Ted, but I hadn't really noticed him. That's so strange. That's so strange to think about.

"Damn.." Joe speaks up, basically summarizing my thoughts aloud. "I'm proud of you, Tanner. You've worked hard on this."

"Awe, thanks Joe." Tanner's touched by Joe's compliment, setting his phone down on the counter behind him.

"Yeah honestly, I'm proud too man." I speak up as I take my bagels out of the toaster, smiling back at Tanner briefly. "I'm happy you let me be a part this. I love working with you guys."

"Thanks, (Y/N).." Tanner smiles at me as well, giving a little nod of agreement. "It's been so fun, I can't wait for you guys to see the final product. Everything's been literally perfect."

"I mean, it has me in it, it's gonna be perfect." Ted speaks as he comes down the stairs, now sporting a plain white shirt with a comfortable, multi-colored cardigan and some basic blue jeans. I have no idea how he can wear so many layers in California. I guess he's been here long enough to be comfortable with the heat.

"Hey! There's my other favorite lead!" Tanner points out at Ted as he approaches the kitchen, slipping his hands into his jeans pockets. "That's crazy! You're here too!"

"Yeah, it's almost like I'm supposed to be here.." Ted playfully side-eyes Tanner, joining in on the bit. "Some guy ate bad chicken and now I'm supposed to be here, like, every day.."

"You would've been here regardless." Tanner narrows his eyes a little at Ted.

"Yeah, but I'd be behind the camera." Ted adds with a smirk. "Wouldn't have to try on 50 suits to be behind the camera."

"Maybe you would've. Maybe I would've made you try on 50 suits."

"You would've made me try on 50 suits? For what?"

"Yeah, maybe, for Conner. He probably would've needed help."

"I can't believe he did that, man.." Joe speaks up, slowly shaking his head as he presses his finger and his thumb into the bridge of his nose. "This entire thing almost didn't happen because Conner decided to get KFC at 12 in fucking the morning--fucking, Conner.."

"It's kinda funny." Tanner adds with a light shrug, smirking slightly.

"It is kinda funny.." Joe immediately agrees with a little point to Tanner, cackling out some. "But it's only funny because Ted saved your asses, let's be real.."

"I'm glad I stepped in but I'll admit, it's weird not bein' the one directing.." Ted smirks, moving to stand at my side as I spread butter along my bagel. "I went to film school to direct, not act."

"You're surprisingly good at it." Tanner adds with a genuine smile. That would probably sound sarcastic if it were coming out of anyone else. "Oh! That reminds me. Ted, I wanna get your opinion on some of the shots from the other day."

"Yeah, sure, we goin' upstairs?" Ted asks, pointing back at the stairs. As they continue to speak, they begin moving over to head upstairs, leaving Joe and I in the kitchen.

"Yeah, your room okay?" Tanner asks, placing his hand on the railing as they move up.

"Yea--oh, uhh..." I hear Ted stammer nervously, giving me a knowing glance. "We, uh, we could look at it in your room.."

"...Why?" Tanner sounds genuinely confused. "You have the better setup."

"Yeah, but..." Ted pauses again, moving slower up the stairs. "...everything's gonna be edited on your PC anyways, right?..."

"...Yeah, alright. Makes sense."

Phew.

I turn my attention back to my breakfast, only to see that Joe is giving me a look. Oh boy, here we go.

"You two aren't even subtle anymore.." Joe speaks with a smirk, crossing his arms in front of his chest.

"I...have no idea what you're talking about.." I feign ignorance, playfully turning my nose up at Joe. Honestly, I have no idea how to handle this situation gracefully. He clearly knows something, but I don't know how much he knows. I feel him move to stand more beside me, leaning back against the kitchen counter with his arms still crossed.

"Oh you don't?" Joe speaks up after a bit of silence, turning his body to face me completely. "You sure about that? Because I can smell the strain on you."

I pause what I'm doing, furrowing my brows in genuine confusion. Huh? "Strain?" I repeat, turning to look at Joe fully.

"Yeah, the strain I got for Ted the other day? The one you two smoked last night?"

My first instinct, for some reason, is to laugh. I cover my mouth to hold back my laughter, a humorous frown forcing the corners of my lips down. I'm not even upset that Joe has caught us. Of course he's the one that gave Ted weed, I should've seen it coming. Joe doesn't even seem to be mad either, at all. He starts having to hold back his own laughter, shaking his head at me.

"You guys are fucking bad, man." Joe crosses his arms again, a slight snicker slipping out. "Tanner smelled it when we passed Ted's room. I had to tell him there was a skunk outside last night!"

"Okay to be fair! To be fair--" I start to speak over Joe a little, still trying to contain my laughter. "I didn't plan to smoke with him! He started smoking before I even went in there!"

"You were in there with him before though."

"Yeah, to record his podcast, not to smoke with him! The smoking came after."

"After you had sex?"

"No, before we had sex, but I had a good reason!"

"Oh my god, (Y/N)..."

"I had a good reason!"

"Of course you did.."

"No I'm serious!"

"I'm sure it was a great reason.."

"Joseph!" I laugh, playfully swatting at him. "I mean it! Okay I know it's gonna sound bad, but the reason's good, I swear!"

"Oh I know, (Y/N), I'm well aware.."

"He--oh my god, Joe--We talked about your wedding!"

I expected Joe to look relieved, but if anything he looked...frustrated, maybe even a little upset? I could feel the entire vibe of the conversation shift. It starts to make me feel uncomfortable. The tension is heavy, and I'm not sure why.

"He finally told you what happened?" Joe asked, finally uncrossing his arms. "He had to get you high to tell you what happened?"

"Okay when you say it like that, it sounds bad." I shrug a little, letting out a chuckle to try and difuse the strange amount of tension in the room. "We're not teenagers, Joseph. I can handle myself. I was fine."

"You're fine?.." Joe repeats, narrowing his eyes at me. His visible frustration shifts into concern. I watch him shift a bit against the counter, his eyes looking me over, like he's looking for something. "...I figured you'd be more upset."

"Why would I be upset?" I ask with another little chuckle, crossing my own arms in front of my chest. "Because he originally went with his girlfriend? Why would that make me upset?"

"No, I just..." Joe's cut off by the sound of Ted and Tanner coming back down the stairs, glancing back briefly before turning to me again.

"So Ted told you everything last night?" Joe asks me, raising a brow at me.

"Yes." I answer simply, giving him a nod.

"Everything?"

"Yes! I'm not upset, I'm flattered, if anything.."

Joe seems to process my answer, but he doesn't look relieved. I watch as he turns back to look at Ted, who's getting his ear talked off by Tanner. Ted's gaze moves to Joe and I, his smile fading a little. I can't see what look Joe is giving him, but it's making Ted look a little uncomfortable. What's going on? What's the big deal? I thought Joseph would be happy for us. Ted clearly had a hard time telling me the truth last night, but he ultimately did. I'm happy he was able to open up, whatever it took.

Joseph turns to me again, the concern and frustration in his face completely gone. Maybe he's just upset that Ted had to get us high to tell the truth, but that's better than hiding it, right?

"...Alright, if you say so.." Joe sighs, taking his coffee off the kitchen counter. "Rehersal is in 20 minutes, if you're gonna make some coffee, do it now, and you might wanna go shower.."

"A-Alright.." I nod a little, watching Joe turn away and leave the kitchen. That was odd. I know I haven't smoked in years, but I'm not a teenager anymore, I can handle a bit of marijuana. I don't plan to smoke with him again, it was just for fun.

That can't be what Joe's so upset about, can it?...

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Let’s Discuss: Energetic Cleansing

Let’s get some clarifying details out the way before we get into the material.

This article assumes that you already know + can execute the basics of energy work without the hang-ups that a beginner would get stuck on.

It’s not going to hold your hand discussing theories about energy, the astral realm, etc. Intermediate practitioners are the target audience for this passage.

Don’t know if you’re intermediate or a beginner? Here’s a difficulty benchmark for this article:

Do you know how to safely cast a functional + effective spell without having to be supervised by an elder for safety?

Are you able to direct and cast that energy with absolute confidence in your ability to do so?

If yes to both, this article is relevant to your skill level.

If no to either:

You can use this article as study material to go over with a spiritual elder.

If you’re a solitary practitioner, use this article as supplemental material for your research under your own discretion.

If you’re a complete beginner and feel like you’re going to end up with more questions than answers, continue doing more research + practice on the basics and save this for later when you feel ready.

Now that we’ve gotten those important details out the way, we’ll begin our discussion.

About cleansing

“Spiritual cleansing” is a term frequently thrown around in witchy and spiritualist spaces alike. “Energetic cleansing” is commonly used interchangeably with “spiritual cleansing.”

The general definition of cleansing is removing/clearing any energy that’s considered “negative” or “toxic” – which in turn causes spiritual blockages that could hinder manifestations, health, growth, prosperity, etc.

It’s a broad definition. For practical application of cleansing in your craft, I want to offer some extra details that can support you in crafting your cleansing works.

Factors to consider in your cleansing works

Why you’re cleansing depends on the situation. Sometimes you need a sterile environment for raising a specific energy in your circle. Other times, you’re aiming to “reset” the ambience of a space (e.g - after a house party, you cleanse any lingering foreign energies that have been brought in by your guests.)

The form of your cleansing rituals will depend on the following factors:

What energy you’re intending to cleanse / “wash” away

The subject you’re directing cleansing energy to (e.g talisman, room, shoes) + your relationship to the subject AND the energy that you’re cleansing away.

The magnitude (power) of the energy you’re trying to cleanse away.

Depending on what you’re facing, you could end up with a simple cleansing ritual, or a more aggressive and targeted ritual. We’ll go over the factors in detail.

– What energy you’re intending to cleanse / “wash” away

A lot of power lies in names. Naming a person, naming a phenomenon, naming an energy… a name can reveal a lot of context and information you wouldn’t be able to get otherwise.

The clearer you name an energy you’re trying to cleanse away, the more effective that the cleansing will get. Even if you don’t know the name of what you’re trying to cleanse away, describing its presence, physical manifestations, and energy signature is enough to distinguish it from just any other energy around you.

Identification of what you’re working with allows you to better understand:

Your relationship to that energy (harmonious? chaotic? stable? unpredictable?)

The magnitude of that energy (how pervasive its energy is astrally AND physically)

How that energy affects the subject (which you should take into consideration while crafting your cleansing!)

Not only does it help with the above, distinguishing the negative/undesired energy will help you have a better time with your recordkeeping. Whether you keep note of your rituals through a notebook, binder, or online journal, having specific energies charted down can help you recognize symptoms of its presence again.

(A rather loose) Example: Natalie is moving into a new apartment, and she feels an unsettling heaviness in the master bedroom. She can’t tell if the heaviness is an entity, or residual energy from an event that happened before she moved in – nobody mentioned anything about someone dying here or anything…

Regardless, she sets out to investigate for an answer on how to clear it up. After taking necessary precautions (insert Natalie doing a protection prayer here), she stays in the room to observe what emotions and sensations come up. She records the following:

The longer she sits there, an unexplainable feeling of bleakness comes up.

The room feels like it’s closing in, almost suffocating.

She doesn’t pick up any usual signs of an active entity inhabiting a space.

Based on the observations she made (+ if applicable, any input from her ancestors / guides) she concludes that the dense energy she’s feeling is residual emotional energy that has culminated over time in this space. After determining this amount of information is enough, she labels this specific heaviness as “this room’s emotional past.”

Now that she has successfully identified + named the specific energy she’s wanting to clear away, she can move on to crafting the cleansing energy she will cast within this room.

Now, think about the last time you cleansed the energy of a space. At that moment, you were Natalie.

How did you handle it?

What did you use to distinguish that undesirable energy from everything else?

What did you use to record your findings about that energy? Was the energy ever recurrent?

If you have a solid grasp on this part, we’re moving on to the next one.

– The subject you’re directing cleansing energy to (e.g talisman, room, shoes) + your relationship to the subject AND the energy that you’re cleansing away.

It’s important to recognize the subject that you’re directing cleansing energy to, since you want to ensure that your cleansing energy isn’t interfered with / nullified by other forces. With recognizing the subject, you’re also tasked with the duty of acknowledging your relationship to the subject.

If you’re cleansing something like your house, something filled with your own personal energy – you likely don’t have to worry about anything getting in between your cleansing ritual unless you’re dealing with more extreme circumstances (e.g possession, haunting, etc..).

If you’re cleansing something that has heavy past energetic/spiritual ties to another’s energy, you’ll want to make sure you read the energy of that subject thoroughly to ensure that you’re sending the proper amount and type of energy necessary to cleanse away your undesired energies.

Due to how situational energetic ties to specific subjects are, it’s better for me to give factors for you to consider when crafting your cleansing spell.

Consider your relationship to any existing history with the subject (e.g if you were cleansing a talisman, are you initiated within the tradition / culture necessary for you to work with said energy?)

Note any prominent energy signatures you pick up within the subject.

Note any prominent spirits and archetypes related to the subject, along with you / your cleansing energy’s relationship to it.

If you pick up any energetic points that give off high activity (abnormally high amounts of a specific type of energy, or in some cases some energetic points acting like a portal) note that down as well.

Use all the recorded details to come to a conclusion about how to effectively counter (which in turn, allows you to cleanse) said factors in your cleansing spell.

– The magnitude (power) of the energy you’re trying to cleanse away.

The main reason I wanted to point out magnitude is because I know that there are a lot of practitioners out here doing the work in the mud for their communities – for this group of people, it’s easy for them to come across heavy energies that are way too difficult and potentially unsafe for the average practitioner to address. For example:

Situations where ancestral curses run DEEP in the energetic field of your subject.

Subjects where extreme trauma + ill intentions (murder, sexual assault, suicide, etc) are significant in their signature.

When you start practicing outside of your daily life, you get exposed to just how fucked up reality can get + just how malicious entities can be. It's important to know your depths and what you’re able to handle.

Do NOT entangle yourself in any energetic situations that you know little about.

I’ve observed that when this happens, it’s usually because someone else dragged them into it (whether it be intentionally or not).

Know your limits, educate yourself on what you’re entering, and double down on your protections.

If you’re being initiated into something, make sure to get the “fine print” of what you’re truly getting yourself into.

If you find yourself becoming overwhelmed by specific energies to the point that it’s affecting your physical wellbeing, STOP and withdraw to recover ASAP.

Keep your protections, spiritual hygiene, and energetic cords updated and strictly moderated, especially if you are frequently involved with any work that regularly requires tapping into external/foreign energies. Staying on top of spiritual hygiene is a given, but the severity in consequences varies by the practitioner’s activities. Slacking can be a minimal issue for some, but a devastating mistake for others.

Conclusion

Feel free to use this as a general reference when crafting your cleansing works, or a little checklist to see if you’ve covered all the cornerstones that you’ve needed. Hopefully this document serves you well.

XOXO, PRISMO <3

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