#someone do God's work and take the idea out of my brain and onto the paper

[biscutpoo]

This fic idea is very gruesome, turn away if you are squeamish:

In the next saga of TSC but somehow angstier ideas imagine.... TSC but omegaverse AU. Everything that happened to Jean would be somehow worse if he was an omega.

- Riko asking for volunteers his freshman year to help Jean through his heats.

- Maybe Kevin helped sneak Jean suppressants but then after he left Jean was forced to rely on Riko's mercy.

- Zane promising to keep Grayson out of Jean's room during his heat but then betraying that promise.

- Grayson is kind of already in his own omegaverse in Canon, he has some fetish about biting Jean's neck like he's trying to form a mating bond.

- the whole incident in Palmetto would be 2x worse if Jean wasn't losing his mind about Riko being dead but actually found out he was pregnant from Grayson's SA and tried to carve that piece of Grayson out from his belly.

- of course Mafia families like the Moreaus are still practicing antiquated traditions of selling omegas. I like the idea of Riko being a beta who desperately wants to be an alpha and Kevin as an alpha because it only worsens Riko's insecurity complex.

- Jean being terrified to join the Trojans at first, learning that the way omegas are treated in the Nest isn't normal. Like maybe they made him play through heats at the Nest and the first time he goes into heat at USC he is so terrified and tries to hide it but the whole team is horrified he tried to show up to practice like that.

- Jean slowly coming to enjoy his heats and falling in love with Jeremy.

- then maybe Jean is in a better place and finds out he's pregnant again but this time, it's Jeremy's. And for the first time he really wants to keep it even though being pregnant is super triggering for him cuz of Grayson. But he can't play exy if he's pregnant, it'll slow him down and he needs to play exy to survive. Maybe he won't ever be able to have kids and he shouldn't want to because any kid he has will be a Moreau and belong to the Moriyamas the same way he does and no kid deserves that. But Jean is just heartbroken about it because he's never wanted something like this before and they never let him keep any of the others while he was in the Nest and he can't shake the image of a pup with Jeremy's dimples and Jean's eyes.

- I'm sorry I just realized that means Jean would have been 16 the first time he got pregnant and they made him get an abortion and that's somehow more heartbreaking.

- Jean quietly asking Cat for abortion pills because she's the only other omega on the team he trusts and just breaking down when Cat asks if he's going to talk to Jeremy about it.

- Jeremy's stepfather's family is probably super rich and powerful so even the Moriyamas would have to think twice about touching Jean if he married into that family.

- there's prob some omegaverse sexism about omegas playing exy since exy is such a violent sport so most of the omega players aren't "out" about their dynamics. Jean could be an unwilling trailblazer for omega rights because he's the best backliner in the NCAA and he's an omega.

- obviously Neil would be the way more outspoken omega rights activist though cuz he gives no shits about putting alphas in their place.

- I don't really know where I'm going with this but character development would probably be Jean overcoming his trauma and getting to keep the pup come hell or high water. And then he marries Jeremy and they live happily ever after, hurrah!

[goomyloid]

im the kris costume anon (that is... a description, alright self jklfhdfkjas) and i just had to jump up and down at what you said at the end about kris protecting noelle!!!!

because gosh did it do things to my brain when noelle said 'then kris, maybe you can take your sword and be the hero that protects me from the mice?' like... hmmmm noelle?? HMM???? i say as i fuck up the puzzle and scare her endlessly with mice anyway but--

gosh i love that yeah, kris as a knight as opposed to baggy clothes gremlin must've been so confusing for noelle! also they just naturally know all these aura farming ass poses, are agile as hell, and things that make them *look cool*?! i love that kris is still shorter than her though shdjsdhjs

i also wholly subscribe to the idea that kris is trying to protect noelle by distancing themself from her (or something) so it is Doing Things to my Brain to consider what noelle must've been thinking to see them as a knight

agljkghkhkfjas oh my god, i had a similar thought during the weird route of 'haha it's like kris is the knight protecting their mage ha a h a...' before tucking that away deep in my mind, because i thought i'd get flayed for it so it felt like someone dumped cold water on my head when i read what you said LMAOOOOO bless...!

I will say the things ur afraid of getting flayed for… theure gonna flay me instead… get behind me big goomyloid will protect you

axwgdhecqcshf i can imagine that noelle has never really thought of kris as being very “cool”… MAYBE when they were playing the piano she would think so? but “cool” probably isnt the right word (maybe earnest instead) and its definitely not the same as how they appear in the DW lol… suddenly bro is swordfighting and whatever else and noelle is just ?!?!?!?!??! (hand over mouth) Why are they kinda… i didnt know they could…

IT MAKES ME GIGGLE even though normal route kriselle is much more lowkey i think its a cool tidbit… who knows maybe seeing that different side of them will awaken something in her………. but in reality theyll always be a little penguin

also — i laugh when i see people draw kris taller than noelle tbh… this is proof that we fundamentally view the characters differently. sorry. kris always must be significantly shorter sorry

also yeah i definitely think that out of all people kris wants to protect by Keeping Them Out Of It it’s probably noelle. susie is way different, because not only is she super strong in character and blatantly disobeys Us all the time, but at this point shes kind of irreversibly deeply intertwined with whatever the hell is happening story-wise. i said it somewhere in a twitter thread but if kris is going to want anyone to understand their position, it’d probably be susie. conversely, kris is driven away from noelle for all sorts of reasons, one of which is probably guilt over Various Things (them possibly having something to do with dess’s disappearance, or the fact that theyre Working For Dess Now or something, or just general low self esteem and feeling as though they’d be weighing her down by staying in her life). they miss her but they feel like they dont have the right to, so they keep pushing themself away and clinging onto susie as a result (this isnt discrediting the krusie friendship or anything but rather one of many reasons that kris seems so attached to her)

cold silent knight there to protect noelle… little did kris know that this protection would lead them into getting closer to her again.. PLAN BACKFIRE epic fail loser!!!! i think about how before kris cut her off in the couch scene, noelle was probably going to say that kris said they would protect her (since she reiterates it later) and i just go Oughhhh. Aauuuugghhhh. if i could redo my little comic interpretation of the porch scene id add that in there because i Forgot

reminds me of this doodle i did (for angel/demon au) where kris’s silent protectiveness gets completely trashed as they are the one forced to hurt her……. forced to hurt the friend you promised to protect… you TOLD her youd protect her…. she is harmed and then as punishment you feel as though you must harm yourself. hey does anyone else see that 18-wheeler coming down this lane or is it just m

[chadobi]

Hey! Someone sent me an ask about writing this, but I can’t seem to find it anymore 😭😭

Either way, thank you to whoever suggested it

I hope you like how it turned out!

Mirror Talk

Bayverse Michelangelo x fem!reader

You’d never been very good at falling asleep when he was around.

Not because he was loud, though to be fair, he absolutely was but because having Michelangelo in your apartment meant having the human (or rather, turtle) equivalent of a party popper beside you. Even in silence, even wrapped up in your blanket watching old cartoons on mute, he vibrated with energy. Big, messy, alive energy.

You weren’t sure how he managed to take up so much space without actually doing anything. But it wasn’t a complaint.

Right now, he was lying on your floor, feet up on the couch, hoodie sleeves rolled to his elbows. The light from your TV flickered across his plastron. You were half-asleep on the couch cushions above him, head resting against a throw pillow that still smelled like laundry detergent and takeout.

“I’m bored,” he announced suddenly, kicking his feet up and down like a kid at a sleepover.

“You’re watching a movie,” you said, eyes closed. “You chose the movie.”

“Yeah, but now I’m watching you sleep instead and that’s not technically entertainment unless you start snoring.”

You cracked one eye open and gave him a look. “Do I snore?”

He grinned. “Nah. You make these little pfft noises with your nose like a sleepy baby hedgehog. It’s adorable.”

“Should I be flattered or mildly concerned that you know this?”

“Yes.”

You groaned, dragging a pillow over your face. “You’re impossible.”

“And yet.” He wiggled his fingers in the air. “You’re still dating me.”

“Remind me why?”

“Because I’m the total package, babe. Brains, beauty, biceps.” He flexed one arm, which promptly hit your coffee table with a thunk. “Also, I do great impressions.”

You peeked at him from under the pillow. “Impressions?”

He cleared his throat, sat up slightly, and in a high, nervous voice, said:

“Hi, uh, you probably don’t wanna go out with me, but if you maybe did, like, want to get pizza or something sometime… I mean, unless you hate pizza, then we could get, like, tofu. Or air. Or I could just cry into my pillow—”

You were laughing before he finished the sentence.

“What was that?”

“That,” he said dramatically, resting a hand over his chest, “was me. Two weeks ago. In the mirror. For like forty-five minutes.”

You blinked. “…You practiced asking me out in the mirror?”

“Bro, so much.” He flopped back down with a groan. “You have no idea. I stood in Donnie’s lab with a broom and a helmet on top and practiced every version of asking you out that a person could possibly imagine. Smooth guy Mikey. Sensitive poet Mikey. Straight-up ‘I wrote you a rap’ Mikey.”

“Please tell me you didn’t write a rap.”

“Oh, I did. I deleted it. But it rhymed ‘booyakasha’ with ‘your aura’s like matcha.’ I was proud.”

You buried your face in the blanket, laughing so hard your ribs hurt. “That’s terrible.”

“I know! That’s why I deleted it! But you were so cool and chill and smart and pretty and I was like “oh no, she has actual standards, I need to rehearse or I’ll ruin everything”.”

You turned toward him, still laughing, but softer now.

“You didn’t need to rehearse, Mikey. I liked you already.”

“Yeah, but like… you’re you,” he said, half-laughing, half-sincere, sitting up now, cross-legged and looking a little pink beneath the orange. “I didn’t wanna mess it up by being, y’know, me.”

You leaned down and kissed the top of his head, resting your forehead against his.

“You didn’t mess it up.”

“I didn’t?”

“Not even with the matcha rhyme.”

He grinned, wide and boyish. “Then I guess the mirror speech worked after all.”

“Oh my god.” You pushed his shoulder. “I’m dating a dork.”

“I’m your dork.” He tackled you back onto the couch, dramatically, like a Broadway fall, arms flailing. “And this dork wants cuddles, please and thank you.”

You squealed as he flopped half on top of you, a giant living weighted blanket in a hoodie, all warm muscle and ridiculous affection.

“You’re crushing me!”

“I contain multitudes,” he mumbled, face buried in your neck. “I contain love. And also dumpling farts. But mostly love.”

And somehow, despite the chaos, the noise, and the sheer amount of shell currently pressing into your ribs, you felt completely at peace.

Two weeks in, and already, you couldn’t imagine anything else.

[psychwhor]

me and my bf might have a threesome tmr night and the other guy isnt that kinky so heres my ideal threesome if i could make it perfect!!

daddy has me tied up with my thighs spread, lightly tracing my pussy with his finger. he gets a notification on his phone and smiles down at me.

"you have no fucking idea whats coming."

he grabs a slip of fabric and ties it around my head, leaving me defenseless and unable to see or move. "stay there baby" he murmurs as he leaves, as if i have a choice.

a few minutes later he returns, but this time with another pair of footsteps. i start to panic and struggle against my ropes, crying out and asking whats going on.

a sharp slap against my cheek silences me. "shut up, slut." i quickly shut my mouth right before he hits me again, much harder. "what do you say after i tell you to do something, huh?"

i twitch but keep my mouth shut, angry about my situation. he slaps me a third time on the other side of my face, the hardest one yet, before grabbing my face and hissing into my ear, "you stupid bitch. you better switch that fucking attitude or i swear to god you'll regret it. there are two of us and one of you and you're all tied up and presented to us like a fucking whore, how do you think thats gonna go for you?"

"im sorry daddy" i whimper in response before he shoves my head back and draws away.

"good." he steps back and speaks to the other person in the room. "you can touch her now."

"fucking finally" a second voice greets, higher and sharp. "where do you want me"

"can you restrain her for a minute while i take these ropes off her? i dont think we need them." i feel someones cold hands wrap around my naked body, holding me in place while daddy unties me. i feel the strangers hands pinch and squeeze my nipples and i whine while he laughs at me.

"shes fucking pathetic. is she always like this?"

"no," daddy says, "shes usually a lot brattier. she must be scared."

"aw are you scared baby? are you fucking scared?" he grabs ahold of my throat with one hand, cutting off the flow of blood to my brain. "good. you should be"

my eyes roll back as i suddenly feel my boyfriend's tongue on my clit, lapping gently before licking up my cunt. i moas as he eats me out, all while his friend abuses my exposed chest. daddy adds his fingers in too, pressing his other hand on top of my cervix and before i know it i'm about to cum. he yanks his fingers out of me.

"dumb fucking whore, youre only allowed to cum after we do."

against the hand around my neck i rasp out a "please" before daddy draws back and slaps my cunt.

"you better get to work then, bitch" i hear his tone of voice shift as he adresses his friend, "do you wanna fuck her now?" i hear him agree and before i know it they've swapped positions and flipped me onto my stomach and i can feel the tip of his dick pressed against me. "you better be grateful for that prep earlier because thats the only thing you're getting tonight. okay?"

"yes daddy," i moan as an unfamiliar dick slowly pushes its way into me.

"fuckk," i hear the voice behind me moan as he pulls back out slowly just to slam back into me and start fucking me at a brutal pace.

"wait wait wait!" i beg, squirming as i try to push past the pain of the sudden roughness.

"you want me to wait? too fucking bad bitch. your daddy said i could do whatever i wanted to you so youre at our fucking mercy." he slaps my ass so hard i yelp and grab out for my boyfriend's hand. i hear his friend laugh right before the sound of daddys belt unbuckling, a moment before he grabs the back of my head and yanks it up by my hair. i feel the tip of daddys dick slap against my open mouth and tongue.

"can you be a good girl and take two dicks at once like we talked about? yeah?" he murmurs to me as a whine out a desperate "yes," before i feel him push himself inside of mouth.

instantly i can feel how big he is and i fight to restrain my gag reflex while he sinks deeper into my throat and his friend fucks me roughly from behind. i moan around his dick right before i gag for the first time. i hear him laugh before pulling out of my mouth and slapping me.

"none of that, okay? stay fucking still."

"yes daddy," i manage to rasp before he shoves his dick down my throat again. my head goes blank as the lack of oxygen starts to get to me, barely registering whats going on as im being fucked by two men at once. after a while i hear his friend groan that hes gonna cum before his hips come to a stuttering stop and he gasps, pausing for a second and catching his breath while daddy finally relents and i draw off his dick with a grateful sob, tears shining on my cheecks and drool on my chin.

"oh you're not done yet," i hear him growl before i'm flipped over again and my hands are held back by daddy until his friend comes over and takes his place. he moves to get between my legs, running a finger up my cunt and pushing what cum had seeped out of me back in. "youre such a slut i can't fucking believe youre doing this," he taunts. i start to respond before i feel both of his hands wrap arond my throat, cutting me off.

"not a fucking word."

he thrusts into me all at once and a practically scream as i feel myself stretch around his dick. his friend lets go of my hands and guides one of them to his dick, guiding me as i jerk him off. "there you go," he mutters, "fuck youre so fucking slutty."

"isn't she?" daddy, responds, punctuating each word with a particularly hard thrust. "its so fun to lend her out. she doesnt get a say in it and at the end of the day shes still fucking mine."

his friend murmurs an agreement before i feel my boyfriends hands squeeze even tighter around my neck as i lose consciousness completely. when i come to i can tell hes close, fucking into me so fast and hard that my mind stays blank and i start babbling pleas and moans for him to stop, crying that it hurts.

"fuck thats so hot fuck dont stop crying im not gonna fucking stop" he groans as he continues, moving one hand to grab mine. it's all i can do to lie there and take it while my other hand is being quickly jerked up and down his friends dick.

"fuck im gonna cum again," moans his friend, "open your fucking mouth. i comply and i feel him cum in my mouth, the foreign salty taste startling me. he goans as i swallow. "good girl."

daddy fucks into me even faster and i can tell hes close. i wrap my legs around his back and he cums inside of me, groaning as he fills me up. he stays like that for a while before slowly pulling out, his cum mixed with his friends' immediately dripping out of me. he removes my blindfold before pulling me in for a gentle kiss.

"you did so good baby, he whispers sweetly. "lets get you cleaned up."

AAH THIS WAS SUPPOSED TO BE SHORT but here we are. not proofread or anything i hope this is okay and u guys like it >.<

[writers-hes]

more than peeled oranges (g. satoru x reader)

Satoru would do anything for you but be your fake boyfriend…or maybe he will. (gojo satoru in love!!!! friends to lovers, fake dating trope. this story is from his point of view. :) enjoy!!; not proofread)

“Hey,” 

“Hm?” he murmured, busying himself and not offering you a single glance. His hands peel the oranges on the table, taking away each porous white tissue that hugged the pulp of the fruit. You sit beside him and wait for him to tuck his tongue back in and peel the oranges. “You need something, I can feel it.”

”How did you know?” 

“You’re staring into the side of my head. I can feel it burning,” he replied. He tears apart each segment of the fruit and puts it on the small plate in front of it. You watch as he wipes his hands with tissue paper. He hands you the plate of peeled oranges. 

“Thank you,” you settle into the couch, his socks clinging onto your feet. 

“What is it?”

”Well…” you sighed, taking a bite out of the orange and then feeding it to him. “My parents are visiting town for a conference and they want to see me,” 

“Cool,” he shrugs, his fingers drumming on your knee.

”Wait—listen,” you sighed. “I need a date…well—I need you to be my date,” There. You’ve let it out. Surely, he won’t mind?

”Hell, no,” he shakes his head, coughing. “I know your parents love me, darling but I don’t think I can do that,”

”Satoru!” you cried. “Please?” you munch on the oranges he peeled. “You know how much they want me to start dating even though I can’t yet because well—I have a job, you know? And…and really, I can’t think of anyone else to ask.” 

“You’ve never minded before everytime they asked about a boyfriend. What’s so special now?” he asked, leaning on the couch. He puts your legs on top of his lap. “Besides, they know what we are. Best friends. Best. Friends,” 

”I kind of told them that I was seeing someone over call because I kind of got super annoyed…and…you know…I kind of said I can bring that imaginary date along for dinner,” you mumbled, every word becoming softer and softer in volume. ”But you know how my parents are! They think I have no social life whatsoever because of work and that’s kind of true, but I just got so frustrated! Besides, don’t you think your parents will be pleased too if they know about it?” 

“My parents aren’t asking me if I have someone special,” 

“Yeah, they’re just asking for a grandchild,” you said. You watch him and your shoulders deflate. “Look, you don’t have to do it. I’m just suggesting and throwing the idea into the air…? You were the first person to pop in my mind but if you don’t want to, I can ask someone else,” 

His grip on your legs tighten for a moment and he closes his eyes. 

“Can I think about it?”

”Sure…but they’ll be coming in two weeks. So, can you tell me by then?”

-

That night, Gojo Satoru lay awake in his bed after he dropped you off at your apartment. Truth was, when you asked him that question, he almost choked on his own spit. He’s been in love with you for God knows how long. He tries to be cool about it and be undetectable about it. No one, other than Suguru and Kento, know about the feelings that he harbored for you. He was trying to rationalize the possible outcome of every choice. If he says yes, he won’t know how long he’ll last without professing his undying love for you. If he says no, he won’t know how he’ll take it seeing you all lovey-dovey with someone else that wasn’t him. What if he’s invited to the dinner and you ask someone else to be your pretend boyfriend? He shudders at the thought of Nanami or Suguru having their hands all over you��not that there’s anything wrong with them, of course. It’s just that in his delusional brain, touching you like that should happen romantically and naturally. 

“You sound like a teenage girl with a crush,” Suguru teased. “It’s just one night,”

”One night of pure torment!” he dramatically sighed. So much for seeking Suguru and Kento’s help. Suguru was telling him to go do it while Kento just quietly sipped on his coffee. 

“You’re the one who can’t take seeing her with someone else. Imagine if she goes to those online dating sites and chooses someone else…” Kento muttered. Suguru smirks at his friend’s probing and watches Satoru’s mind go at about 150 miles per hour. 

”Someone else?!” he almost shrieks in the cafe. Kento bows his head in embarrassment while Suguru laughs. “Who else is there?! She better not go on those dating sites! Why would she?” 

”Because her best friend said no to her for the first time.” Suguru added. “Or maybe…she’ll just arrive to the hotel with no date…just the shame…”

He opens his phone and taps on your name.

Satoru: What should I wear during this dinner with your parents?

He presses send quickly and shoves his phone in his pocket. 

“Well that best friend just said yes,” 

-

“Satoru! You’re really doing it?” you asked. His phone was close to his ear and hears you shuffling from the other side.

”Yeah, I don’t want you asking someone else or asking weird guys on those dating sites,” 

”You won’t regret it, I promise! You’ll have so much fun with me and we’ll set boundaries and all that. We can just be the same and just like… I don’t know, maybe a little touchy,” you said. He wanted to scoff. There were no need for boundaries. You can kiss him in front of your parents and he wouldn’t mind. For the sake of his pretense though, he relents.

“I’ll see you tomorrow then?” he asks, trying to mask the hopefulness in his voice. 

“Yeah, I’ll see you tomorrow,” you said. “My place or yours?”

—

“I’m here!” he calls from outside the door, plastic bags of takeout dangling from his fingers. You opened the door and smile at him. He saunters inside and sets the bags down on the coffee table. 

“Oh, you didn’t have to,” you told him. “I was preparing our lunch,”

“Let’s have whatever you’re preparing for dinner,” 

He sits down on the couch and starts unwrapping the bags while you go to your kitchen to retrieve utensils and water. 

“What did you get?”

“Your favorite, of course.” he said. “I dropped by that fried chicken place you like and decided to get someone for us.”

“Thank you,” you told him. Satoru passes the take out box towards you. “So, fake dating,”

“Mhm,”

“We should make a believable story that my parents won’t find too suspicious,” you said. “Hmm…if they ask us about the time we started dating…”

“Tell them that we started dating…three months ago.” Satoru replied. “It’s not too short nor too long,”

“Okay. Three months ago, you asked me out on a date and I said yes. We both agreed to see where things would go and lead us. Eventually, you asked me to be your girlfriend,”

“That’s so boring,” he scrunches his nose. “Three months ago, after your work, we met up for some dinner.”

“And…?”

Satoru recalls the exact time he fell in love with you. It was years ago, though. 

“We met up for dinner like we always do and you were complaining about work. You’re complaining about how single you were,” he chuckled.

“Satoru!” 

“Fine, fine. Hold on,”

“Why can’t we just be those types of friends who grew closer until we realized we have feelings for each other?” you asked. “I mean, I think that’s most believable. Besides, everyone in my family already knows how close we are,”

“Okay, you’re right about that. For Christmas, I got you a necklace with my initials on it. For Valentine’s day, I got you a big stuffed toy,”

“For Christmas, I got you an album with our photos from a disposable film camera and for Valentine’s I made us your favorite dinner,”

“Okay, okay,” he said. “Who said I love you first?”

“Not me,”

“Me then?” Satoru thought about saying it for so long. “So…” he cleared his throat. “I can–uh, say that when we’re with your parents?” 

“Yeah. To be believable. Anyways, we’ll need to do some touchy stuff around them. What are your limitis?” 

“You’re talking to me like a business partner,” he whined. “But I guess I’ll be okay with anything,” 

“Anything?” 

“Yeah. Why? Is there some really messed up thing you wanna do?” he wiggled his brows and you chuckled. “But to be safe, no kissing each other and making out,”

“I wouldn’t make out with you in front of my parents,” you assured him. “Okay, no kissing. Tap each other’s knee twice if it’s uncomfortable?”

“Deal,” he nods. “What am I getting out of this?”

“You’ll get to hang out with your super great best friend who loves you!” He looks at you, deadpan. “Fine! A day where I buy you every sweet thing you like,”

“And..?”

“And…three sleepovers,”

“And…?”

“You can use my credit card for one day,”

“And…?”

“And what?” 

“I was kidding. I would have been fine with two strawberry daifuku but now I have a day with free sweets, three sleepovers, and a free day with your credit card!”

“Satoru!” 

“So, what do I have to wear?”

“Semi-formal? Don’t wear your regular clothes,” 

“Okay, I won’t. I’ll be the most handsome man there, you’re gonna want to take me home,”

“You’re despicable!”

—

That night, Satoru looks at himself in the mirror. Would this be enough? He had Suguru and Nanami come with him yesterday for shopping. He might have bought too many pieces for the event but he couldn’t stop thinking about impressing you.

Did you like men in crisp white shirts? Or do you prefer in a three piece suit? What do you think about jewellry? What about perfume? He remembers the perfume you got for him for his birthday last year! Vanilla and leather. Okay, he can work with that. 

—

Over the next few days, you saw each other regularly leading up to the conference with your parents. During those times, you changed your phone lockscreen from the default wallpaper to a photo of you and Satoru during New Year’s Eve this year. He also actually gifted you the necklace with his initials for you to wear for the night. 

You couldn’t stop asking about the payment and he told you that it didn’t need to be paid. 

He parks his sleek car in front of your condo. You told him to pick you up at the lobby. He gets out of the car and was about to go to the lobby when he sees you making your way towards him. 

Beautiful.

That was the only thing in his mind when he saw you in your dress. You styled your hair and wore things he’s never seen you in before. What catches his attention though was the glimmering “S” on your chest. S. Satoru. He takes a deep breath and smiles at you.

“Hey, boyfriend,” you greet him and the air almost got knocked out of his lungs. He was so, so, sure you were out to kill him tonight. 

“H-hey, girlfriend.” 

“You look handsome! Is that a new shirt?” He nods. You usually call him handsome but tonight felt different.

“It is. You like it?” he asked, acting cocky.

“Yeah. You look good in white,” 

“You look really pretty too,” He almost smacks himself. Really pretty? What was he? A third grader? 

“Thank you,” 

He tells you to go inside the car and soon, you were driving off to some luxury hotel in Ginza.

“My mom’s so excited to meet this guy I’m seeing. Imagine the look on her face when he sees that it’s you!” you gushed. “But seriously, thank you for agreeing to come.”

“It’s no problem. I’d rather go than have you ask someone else. Anyways, if I really declined, who would’ve you gone with?” he asked.

“Hm. Maybe Kento or Suguru. Maybe Kento,”

“Oh?” he asked. “Why him?”

“I guess because he’s responsible? Suguru is responsible but if you think about it, Kento’s the type you bring home to your parents,” you shrugged.

“What about me?”

“What about you?”

“Am I…” he clears his throat. “Am I the type you can bring home?” 

“Of course,” you replied. He can feel his heart beating and his grip on the steering wheel loosening. “You’re the type of guy that parents will love. Like, if a girl brings you home, she wouldn’t be nervous about it because she made the right choice, you know?”

“So, you aren’t nervous?”

“No,” you smiled at him. “I have you with me.” 

—-

He leaves his car keys with the valet and helps you exit the car. He finds his hand on the small of your back and you look up at him. 

“Ready?” you asked.

“Ready.”

You both enter the lobby of the hotel and go straight to the restaurant where your parents were waiting. The maitre d’ leads you to your table and your mom looks up at you and Satoru.

“Oh,” she says. “Wow!”

“Hey, mom,” you chuckled. “Hey, dad.” Satoru watches you kiss your parents’ cheeks. 

“Satoru! How are you? Come sit!” your mom ushers. 

“Good evening,” he greets them. Satoru pulls out a chair for you and waits foe you to sit down before he does. 

“When Y/N said she was seeing someone we didn’t expect it to be you,” your dad says. “But I’m glad it’s you and not some random dude I have to rough up.”

“We already ordered for you guys but if you want something wlse, don’t hesistate to order.” your mom said. “So, how long have you been dating?”

“Three months,” you replied.

“Oh, that’s just so wonderful! Everybody saw it coming, you know. Even your mom, Satoru.” she said. “And Y/N here had the biggest crush on you back in high school!”

“Mom!” you scolded her.

“What? It doesn’t matter now that you’re dating,” she shrugged. Ugh. You totally forgot about that. “Anyways, Satoru. Does your mother know you’re dating Y/N?”

“No, maam. We decided to keep our relationship to ourselves first,”

“Oh, stop calling me ma’am! We know each other,”

The food arrives and you inch your chair closer to Satoru. He tenses slightly before continuing to talk about everything with your parents. 

“Babe, I’m going to the bathroom for a bit,” you told him. His brain short circuits. 

“Do you want—do you want me to come with you?”

“No need. I just have to wash my hands quick,”

“Okay,” he smiles. Babe?! Babe. You were killing him! He watches you until you were out of his line of sight. 

“You know, it’s a long time coming,” your mom tells him. “I mean, everyone knows you’re bound to date sometime,”

“Hm? Really?” he asked, taking a slice of his steak. “I don’t—“

“Y/N had a huge crush on you from high school to college. Your mom says the same thing about you,” your mom gushes. He can’t blame your mom for saying these things since you were ‘together.’ Still, he couldn’t find the words to say. College? He was busy being a prick in college. He was nicer now. Do you like him more?

“My mom’s been begging me to go on dates,” he chuckled. “It’s quite funny,”

“It is. But we’re glad it’s you, Satoru.” your dad said. “Way better than some random guy. I trust that you respect and love my daughter?”

“Of course, sir,” 

“Good,” 

Your dad smiles at you as you come back the table. 

“What did I miss?”

—-

Satoru didn’t want this night to end. Why would he? You were smiling up at him all night. Every once in a while, you’ll have his hand over yours. He was melting the whole time, brain short-circuiting all night. You were so beautiful and so radiant. He found himself wishing for this to be real. Like, if this was real, how lovely would’ve everything been?

The dinner was pleasant. He was so sure your parents loved him. 

Your parents asked you to go walk at the park adjacent to the hotel. You were both walking behind them with your hands intertwined. 

“So…” you started. 

“Hmm?” 

“You okay?”

“Never been better,” he replied. He tightens his grip around your hand and you lean into him. He can feel his heart about to burst. 

“You’re wearing the perfume I got you. It smells good on you,” 

“Yeah?” he asked. “I treasure this perfume a lot, you know,”

“I can get you more,” you replied. “I like it,” 

“Oh! Let me take a photo of you guys!” your mother gushed when she looked back. She fishes her phone out and directs it at the two of you. You both smile. “You can get closer than that!” 

“Mom!”

Satoru laughed, not expecting you to go on your tiptoes and kiss his cheek. A flash goes off and he finds his hands grabbing your waist. He’ll probably get an earful from your dad later but he didn’t care. He looks at your mom walking away with your dad.

“Can I kiss you?”

“Satoru?”

“Can I–mmph!” Oh. Oh. Suddenly your lips were on his and his hands were snaking around your waist pulling you closer. Was he dreaming? How many times did he dream about this scenario? Oh. Your lips tasted like your cherry lip oil. You pull away and shyly giggle. 

“Wait,” you told him, wiping the smeared lip oil on his lips. “Sorry,”

“H-hey,” he starts. He watches you wipe your lips completely with the back of your hand before kissing him again. Oh, God. This was real life. Any dream he’s ever dreamt of pales in comparison to the feeling of your lips against his. 

You both pull away when you heard your parents call after you. You walked again, this time closer and without pretense. 

“I’ve…I’ve loved you for a long time,” he confesses, his cheeks being tainted pink. 

“Me too,” you replied. “I’ve loved you for a long time,”

Satoru steals another quick peck from your lips before slinging his arm around your shoulder. You both walk into the night, with your parents leading the way. Satoru thanks the stars for granting his dream and he leans into you even closer. When he goes home that night, he knows that he’ll only be dreaming of you.  Note: Manga panel / drawing not mine. I got it from @fenffi! A/N: Thank you so much for waiting for me and for reading! Please leave some commets and your thoughts on my first JJK fic. I’d love to hear from you!)

[angeliteeyes]

Ganyu x Demon Reader - The Deal

''I'll be a good demon for you''

Your boss wants you to get off your ass and be evil. Unfortunately for them, you can't be bothered. That is, until they offer you a special reward. Now determined, you wander around Liyue looking for someone to possess and happen upon a sweet blue-haired girl being mistreated.

♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡

"Listen up. We need you all to start taking your job more seriously. None of you have accomplished anything at all! No possessions, no curses, no contracts... the only thing you've accomplished is being nuisances and a pain in my ass."

You yawned widely as your boss continued to ramble. Personally, you couldn't care less about their mission to reinstate demonkind or whatever. What's the point of worrying about lame stuff like that? They didn't even pay you for all the overtime they'd been demanding... not that you would do the extra work even if they did.

"It would appear that some of you need a stronger incentive to do your job. With that in mind, we've prepared a surprise for you." Your boss reached into one of their pockets and pulled out a small vial. In seconds, the entire room full of codemonworkers sprang to life, though you didn't understand why yet. Murmurs spread around the room.

"Is that..."

"No way!"

"I haven't had any in 2000 years!"

"As some of you might recognize, this is what humans refer to as 'sugar', one of the greatest delicacies ever invented. All of you have the opportunity to receive one vial of sugar—if you commit at least one successful demonic act by the end of the month."

Groans echoed in the room as insults and complaints were thrown around. Was this 'sugar' really that good...? It had to be, based on how everyone around you was acting, right?

Damn. Time to do actual demon stuff, you guess.

With that said, your list of ideas for what to do was pretty small. Curses would be cool, if you actually ever bothered to learn any. Haunting somebody wouldn't work; you'd need to actually give a fuck about wanting to hurt them, or else the bad vibes wouldn't be strong enough. So, that leaves... huh.

You'd never tried possession before, but according to what you've heard, even the least skilled of demons can do it if they try their best. You won't, of course, but surely you can pull it off anyway.

*

"Do you have any idea how busy I am, Ganyu? I've got a date right after this and I haven't even gotten ready yet! Seriously, you can be so lazy sometimes."

As you traveled around Liyue, you spotted two women. One was the voice's owner who kept shrieking loudly. The other, a small blue-haired girl, shrank into herself further and further with each round of beratement. Intrigued, you slinked your incorporeal form closer.

"I-I don't think I'm—"

"God, just shut up already. Here's the paperwork you need to get done by tomorrow. Do you hear me? To-mo-rrow." You observed as the rude one shoved a stack of papers onto her so harshly that it nearly pushed her over. Damn. Despite the expectations of your boss and the public, your heart went out to the poor girl. Ganyu, was it? If anyone could understand how frustrating pushy coworkers were, it would be you.

Welp. Time for demon stuff.

"You better not turn it in late, got i—mrfph!" You instinctually pushed the girl's soul down, making room for yourself. All of a sudden, a cacophony of distorted senses rushed through you. Was this how possessing someone was supposed to feel like? It seemed... off, somehow.

"...are you... okay?" A faint voice pulsed in your brain. Oh, right, the girl. You had nearly forgotten about her with all the chaos. Taking a few deep breaths, you attempted to pull yourself together.

"Ah... yeah, I'm fine. Don't worry." You smiled at her. At least, you think you did. Possessions are way harder than everyone made them out to be.

"I uh, I changed my mind. You don't have to do the paperwork, okay? Hand it back to me." As much as you tried to sound natural and mimic the real woman's tone, this was getting super draining for you already. You had to get out of here fast.

"No, I don't mind. Really, I'll take care of it, so go get some rest. You don't... look well. Should I walk you home?"

"What?" Her concern bewildered you. Didn't you literally just hear this woman get insulted and treated like trash? You'd never do any favors for someone like that, that's for sure.

"No, that's not right. If someone's rude to you, you're supposed to be rude back."

Now it was her turn to be confused. Despite your sincerity with those words, it must sound kind of weird coming from the very person who was being mean just moments before. You squinted at her.

"Just give them back. Please."

"No, I—"

"Please." Sweat dripped down your shivering skin. Even with your inexperience with possessions, one thing was clear; you were running out of time. Fast. Your vision was already hazy and growing duller and duller by the second. In a desperate attempt to conclude your evening's adventure, you reached out to grab the papers yourse

. . . H u h ? . . .

. . . I ' m s o . . .

. . . C o l d . . .

"Can you hear me?"

. . . C o l d . . .

"■■■? Can you hear me?"

. . . W h o ? . . .

"Here, drink this."

. . . You felt something unidentifiable press on your lips. Barely processing her words, you obeyed.

It wasn't long before the blurry veil covering your vision lifted. Finally capable of thinking clearly, you looked around at your surroundings. Somehow, your body must've sunk down to the ground, seeing as you were now leaned against a nearby wall. Ganyu sat directly across from you. Her hands still held the cup you'd drunk out of, and inside it was some sort of weird, orange liquid.

She looked at you with sympathetic eyes. "I had a feeling your blood sugar was low. Thank goodness I happened to have this leftover."

Blood sugar? What the hell was that? And more importantly... why was that drink the best damn thing you've ever tasted?

"Oh, uh, thanks. What exactly is that stuff?" You lifted a finger to point at the glass. Her head tilted to the side.

"Orange juice, why? I can get you something else sugary if you'd prefer."

"Wait wait wait, you're telling me you have sugar here?!" Rapidly losing any concern about disguising yourself, you rushed forward and leaned in close to the girl in overwhelming excitement. Her cheeks flushed red at your proximity, before she began to stutter out a response.

"Well, y-yes? You're acting a bit strange, are you—oh!" Her response was interrupted as you pulled her tightly into a hug, nestling your face into the crook of her neck. Your bodies rubbed against each other and your warmths mixed together, furthering your current bliss.

"Pleaaaaase please please sign a contract with me! I promise I'll treat you well and take care of any meanies that get in your way. Just let me stay by your side and have more of that sugar thing, okay? Pretty please?" You could feel her squirm under you as her breath hit the side of your neck.

Oh, wait. You're still possessing that girl, aren't you? Better change into your real form and introduce yourself.

"Ahem, let me start over. The name's [Redacted], and starting now, I'll be your demon pal! I just need you to sign this form right here and we'll be good to go." You hummed to yourself with pride. Look at you, being so productive (for once in your demon life). Surely, this was a foolproof plan.

Except she's not responding. Peering down at her, you notice abruptly how wide her eyes are.

"A... demon? But I thought they all went extinct."

"Ohhhh, that. Yeah, I don't get it either. My dumb boss brought a bunch of us back somehow and keeps trying to make us work. Can you believe that? Here I was, having a cozy afterlife nap, and all of a sudden I'm being bossed around by some nobody! Ridiculous." You huffed to yourself.

Ganyu lifted her hand over her lips pensively, looking deep in thought. "I see, so that's the situation. But why did you come here and do... all of this?" She motioned to the now-unconscious woman you had been possessing prior.

"Ummm, because she was being rude? Nobody deserves to have extra work pushed on them like that. That's just cruel." A pouty expression crossed your face, both at the reminder of the mean woman and your work.

"I... see. Um, forgive me for saying this, but I've only heard of demons being, ah, unkind people before. Are you perhaps different from the others?" She peered up at you with her purple eyes.

You scratched the back of your ear. "I don't know. None of us like this new boss guy, so we haven't been exactly doing real demon stuff. Before today, of course." A thought bubbled up in your head.

"Hey, Ganyu?"

"Yes?"

"If I behave and act good and not demony, will you let me stay with you?" As you spoke, you crouched back down to get closer to her, eventually resting on her lap. Once again, your bodies pressed together. You hadn't had any real experience with this physical contact thing before, but it felt good. Addicting, even.

"Oh, uh, I..." Your eyes locked with one another's, energy buzzing in the air. "I suppose that's alright?"

Your face lit up with excitement. Finally, you'd be able to get away from stupid work and have a happy, simple life—with plenty of sugar, of course. Now, what's that thing you've seen humans do sometimes? They get close then...

"Thank you, Ganyu! I promise I'll be a good demon for you." Mimicking human behavior you've seen before, you pushed your lips onto hers. It felt warm, soft, and like nothing you've experienced before. Like a home you'd never had, and one you'll never let go of.

[ghostgirl-22]

i think patrick is surprised at how loose art is when he fucks him for the first time until art admits tashi pegs him, which patrick teases him for all night long

sorry i’m not normal about them

No cause im not normal either as you can probably tell!

CW: 18+ NSFW

—-

Patrick is so excited. And it’s not that he’s some kinda freak with a virginity kink or something. It’s just the idea that Art, after all these years, has still never really been fucked by a man. The idea that Patrick could still be his first… he’s practically foaming at the mouth for the opportunity. 

Since New Rochelle Art has almost exclusively been on top. He seems to enjoy it and for Patrick it feels good but it doesn’t mean he wouldn’t still jump at the opportunity to fuck him.

Then one night… maybe four months into the pandemic its just the two of them alone, stocking up Tashi and Art’s summer home in the Hamptons for Tashi and Lily’s arrival the next afternoon. They’re kinda bored lounging by the pool. 

Patrick begs Art to let him fuck him  for the millionth time and Art for whatever reason  finally decides to let Patrick have it. 

Patrick is basically giddy seeking out lubricant from the pool house. Because actually yes, he is a freak with a virginity kink and it’s been so long since he’s had someone to deflower. Let alone it being another one of Art’s first sexual experiences.  

Art is spread out on the bed in the pool house guest suite. He doesn’t want to use the main room because “my mother in law stays in here whenever she’s in town. It feels wrong.” What also feels wrong is the 1950s style pink and green floral patterns and the over abundance of decorative pillows that they’ve mostly tossed onto the floor but Patrick doesnt comment on that. He can fuck them, he can’t give them style.

Art’s lying on his tummy. Finishing up a cherry popsicle that’s made his mouth all red. Swim trunks still damp from the pool and clinging to the curve of his bottom. Patrick stares at it while he overdoes it with the lube. He knows he’s a little a lot bigger than average. Knows it might be a lot to take for a first time.

“Gonna have to loosen you up for me, that okay?” Patrick says, softly while lowering the trunks, to reveal creamy soft pale skin. “Mm,” Art’s breath hitches. Patrick needs to work fast before Art changes his mind and keeps Patrick waiting forever. He’s teasing a lubed up finger in before he realizes what he’s doing. Surprisingly slips in quite smoothly, Art barely reacts outside of a soft little sigh. Patrick is a little bit miffed actually as he adds a second finger and then a third and he’s hardly met with much resistance as the tight ring of muscle gives readily to accomodate him. 

“Oh,” Art sighs as Patrick curls his fingers inside. “Fuck, right there.” he says like he already knows when Patrick’s fingertips brush against the smooth gland of his prostate. 

God either he’s made to be fucked like a whore or he’s fucking liar.

Patrick doesn’t ask questions. Not until after he’s got his dick inside. With the lube he slips in easily, the thick hefty length of him swallowed up by Art’s greedy hole like it’s fucking nothing. Patrick gasps as he’s engulfed by the tight wet heat of him. Art clenching around him.  Moaning right away as Patrick glides in and out. 

“‘m yes. Yes baby. Yes. Oh fuck. Fuck me baby. Fuck me with your big dick,” he whines out. 

Fucking liar. 

Before too long Art’s losing himself… arching up and pushing back on Patrick’s thrusts. And as much as Patrick desperately wanted to be the first, this is still pretty fucking hot. It’s when Art cries out Tashi’s name, not once but multiple times while Patrick is fucking into him that Patrick starts to put two and two together. 

“Oh Tash… please baby. Oh fuck… feelssogood.”

Patrick’s brain is suddenly staticking. He can imagine Tashi with a big thick dildo, making Art suck it while she holds it between her thighs, before she makes him bend over and so she can shove it inside him. Imagines her fully strapped, a big fat plastic cock slamming into his pert little ass while he washes up the dishes late at night.

“She’s been fucking you, huh?” Patrick hisses. “I’m not your fucking first cause your gorgeous little wife has been loosening you up for years.” 

“Yes…yes… oh god… oh fuck…” Art gasps out. He’s up on his hands and knees mow, moaning nonsensically. Patrick’s got a brusing tight grip on his waist, fucking into him doggy style. 

“God i bet she fucks you like a slut.” Patrick gasps, smacking his ass and moving faster. 

“Mm fuck…just like a slut…yes.” Art groans out.   

“Bet you need the biggest size… need her to fucking stretch you out. Need to feel so fucking full she can feel it bulging from the outside while you beg her to come inside you.” Patrick doesn’t know what he’s saying but Art starts gasping, 

“nngh yes… Patrick oh fuck… gonna cum on your big dick… gonna…oh fuck…”  and Patrick watches him go off untouched all over the floral patterns on the bedspread. He falls over the edge right away, his balls seizing up, fingerstips digging harder into Art’s waist as he stills and buries his load deep inside. 

Art collapses into the wet spot and Patrick shoves him over so he has space to lay down next to him on the crowded full sized bed. 

“You’re a little freak.” Patrick whispers breathlessly. “I’ve never been fucked before. It’s my first time.” He says, mocking Art’s voice while messing with his coiffed hair.

Art pushes him off. He’s all flushed and fucked out, chest heaving still. “You never asked me if I’d been fucked. You asked me if I’d ever been fucked by a man. And I hadn’t.” 

“Oh fine, you get away with hiding that from me on a fucking technicality,” Patrick smirks. 

“I’m not hiding anything.” Art murmurs, resting on Patrick’s bare chest.

“Not anymore you’re not, because I’m absolutely going to need to be there the next time she fucks you.” 

[dreamsinmoonlight]

Angel Cocoon

(Blame the brain rot. I watched Hazbin and had a dream about pathetic Adam and found myself deeply in love with this asshole. I did not expect it and I feel if I don't write I will explode so have this. Probably not my best work but it was stuck in my head all day at work; I have ideas for other stuff, including a more indepth fic (might be x reader, might be x oc, haven't decided yet). Hopefully this isn't too bad though

Update: Now with a sequel, whaaaaa? Angel Massages up and running

Fandom: Hazbin Hotel

Characters: Adam (damned pathetic man), angel!Reader

Pairing: Adam x Reader

Genre: Comfort, fluff (not smutty? For Adam? I'm impressed by myself sometimes)

Summary: Every morning this happens. You do not mind.)

Every morning you were thankful that heaven's temperature was always perfect. Because every morning you woke up in a state that could best be described as the Cocoon.

When you first started dating the egotistical, loud mouthed, foul mouthed, perverted asshole known as the leader of the exterminators, aka Adam the first man or “Dick Master” if he could ever get his way, you had expected a lot of things. Getting your ear talked off on a regular basis, all sorts of pet names running the gambit from honestly a bit sweet (what, you liked being called sugartits) to you're-lucky-i-don't-take-you-seriously-Adam (who calls their significant other a slut, really), being expected to go to most if not all of his music gigs, occasionally having your back blown out because damn could that man fuck, learning to find some of the stupidest things funny because he managed to make it so; these were things you expected or at least got better used to. It was sort of like dating a hyperactive teenager but nine feet tall and with the strength enough to swing around a guitar-axe like it was a pool noodle. You had not had a normal day since the moment you agreed to this and you had quickly realized that that was fine by you.

But this. This you did not expect. Every morning, every single morning because God forbid you be allowed to sleep alone, you woke up not to your room, not to the ceiling or the sunlight filtering through the window or even your blankets. No, instead you woke up to the first man, first of the human angels, curled around you like you were going to disappear if he didn't hold you as tight and completely as possible. To call what he did a koala hug would be a disservice and did nothing to describe this phenomena, which upon the first morning after you had fallen asleep in bed with him you had freaked out a little over. You still were startled every time you woke up to it since. It was more like what you coined it as: a cocoon, created by the combination of two factors.

One: Adam. He was of course much bigger than you, a giant among angels and that was how you liked it. After all who didn't daydream of climbing a tree once in a while? Except this tree loved to talk and could make you feel things you were pretty sure was very much not pure. You were a good, solid four feet shorter than him, almost half his size; this worked in your favor when you wanted to hide behind him because of some stupid prank or when you again decided to climb onto him or honestly generally being picked up by the troublemaking angel which he certainly liked to do. The other side was that when he curled up his body enough it could surround you with little effort at all. Those arms of his wrapped easily around you and you could feel the fraction of true strength with which he held you, still more than enough to hold you where you were. His legs were folded up just enough to cut off escape from below, leaving you cradled against his body. His head tucked down, buried in your hair, he was warm and hairy in multiple places, and if you were absolutely honest a little overweight for someone who lived in heaven of all places. But none of these things bothered you and in the position you were in, your head pressed against his bare chest, you could hear the ever surprising existence of a heartbeat within a long dead man's chest. You felt your own calm hearing it; you couldn't help but love it.

Two: his wings. Oh those beautiful golden appendages, almost as beautiful as those golden eyes of your idiot boyfriend's. The feathers shimmered and shone near enough to rival the sun and you could see them past your prison of Adam flesh. How he could sleep so peacefully with them wrapped around you both was a mystery you spend every morning contemplating; it could not possibly be comfortable. Your own shuddered lightly on your back in sympathy but trying to stretch yours only brushed them against his and his, as they always did when this happened, quaked but did not open. He slept with them wrapped around you two like an eggshell, encasing you both and leaving no escape all around.

You reached out by instinct, running your fingers lightly along the feathers. They too were warm and soft as down yet you knew how strong they truly were, how strong his wings were like all other parts of him.

Save maybe his psyche. You felt the feathers shiver under your touch and he made a noise in his sleep, nuzzling his face further into your hair, his arms holding tighter to you. You woke like this every morning, since the first time you'd fallen into bed with him, and at first it was a mystery why, like so many things about him. How could he be so loud, how could he be so crude, how could he be so rude. But bit by bit you'd learned and you had come to understand.

He held onto you like you might disappear. Somewhere deep down that's exactly what he feared would happen. You knew about Lilith, you knew about Eve, and you knew how to read subconscious messages. He encased you like he was afraid otherwise you'd slip away, that you'd leave, that you'd go too. You woke to your head against his chest; how often had he fallen asleep with his on yours? Adam was many things, and truthful about what was really going on in his head and heart was definitely not one of them, but it didn't take a genius to know why he hated letting you out of his sight. Why he always held you like this in his sleep. Why he got enraged whenever the idea of you ever meeting Lucifer Morningstar came up.

Could you blame him? You couldn't and nor could you resist a smile as you wrapped your arms around him, closing your eyes and snuggling close to your ever-so-troublesome lover.

Sure you probably should get up soon but honestly it was hard to want to when you felt comfy right where you were. Besides it wasn't like you really minded all that much what would happen next after you both woke; he'd whine and you'd massage his sore wings. But you'd long since stopped trying to convince him to not sleep like that.

It was hard not to love being loved so deeply after all.

[astra-ravana]

Liber Paimon

Note: This is a work in progress, but something I've been wanting to do for some time. Hopefully this gives you an idea what I'm going for and serves to preface the book as a whole. Once I am finished I plan to self publish it as an ebook. Any suggestions for this as well as feedback on the two chapters is really appreciated. Happy reading! 🖤

The Dream (Intro)

  I'm having the dream again. I am a child of another time, navigating large, gridded paths between square pools. Fish swim around below me as I run and hop to the end of one path and into an open patio positioned above a waterfall. Looking out, I see gardens with every form of plant life imaginable, but I barely pay them any mind. I approach a young boy sitting on a stone bench. The bench is the same shimmering grey-blue as the walls of this place. Cobalt, I recognize. I sit beside the boy and greet him, proudly presenting a stack of cards I had been given, some sort of divinatory oracle. The boy looks worried as he asks me about some sort of initiation I was to take part in.

   Then the setting changes and I'm being lead down a dark hallway towards a big, red door. My escorts are four masked women in what appears to be ancient Greek styled clothing and faces obscured by ornate masks. There are golden lion statues outside of the door. I know that these lions were a gift for the King and I was about to enter that room and life as I knew it wouldn't be the same ever again. I thought it was what I wanted but as someone positions a mask over my face I am suddenly filled with dread. I was being chosen, it was an honor, I had a gift, and people needed me. I knew all of this. But then I began to resist the hands leading me. Tears streamed down my face.

   Then from behind the red door we hear a building chaos. Yelling and panic, something shatters. One of my escorts opens the red doors and slips quickly between them, I try to see inside and catch a glimpse of fire as well as circles and symbols convering the floor and walls. Then theres a brief silence before I hear someone yell, "He has released them!"  The women leading me begin to fall away. The doors open and people are running past me, screaming, crying. Something big is happening. For a time I'm just frozen there, staring into the room. An old man meets my eyes and something in his gaze awakens me from my shocked state.

   Then I am in the desert sand, the stars above me, a chill setting into my bones, as I run, stumbling, towards the lights of a distant town. I didn't know if anyone was following me, I didn't care. I didn't think of how my shoes and robes would slow me down, or how cold it was. I just ran. Ran until I couldn't anymore, until I collapsed in a sobbing, shivering heap.

   Then he was there. Pulling me onto the back of a camel. Warmth, safety, acceptance, I felt these things. I knew he wasn't a normal man, more like an amalgamation of man and beast and god, a black flame in the pitch of night. "I'm running too, " he spoke, with a whispering melody, "Let's run together." I nod against him feeling power well within me. As we ride on, I feel myself changing, becoming one with his vibration and then it all fades away...

   The dream started when I was about nine years old and sure enough, every few nights, as I slept, I lived it again and again. I saw his face, his long black hair, heard his voice echoing in my mind. But who was this mysterious figure? What were these dreams trying to tell me? I wondered this for a long time. I wouldn't get my answers until the Winter of 2017.

   I had been scrolling some witchcraft centered Facebook groups when I came across a post asking about people's past life dreams and memories. I took the opportunity to tell my story, simply wanting to add something to the discussion. I forgot about it, until people began replying to my comment.

   "This sounds like the cobalt temple of King Solomon." My brain reeled at what I identified as a Bible reference. I was a dedicated atheist and detested the Christian religion. But someone quickly corrected me. This wasn't the wise, old King Solomon skimmed over in the King James Bible. Furthermore, my dream savior on camel back was likely not a man at all, but a demon. A powerful king of Hell, subject only to Lucifer himself, and his name was Paimon. As I clicked through links and articles of varying descriptions and depictions it became clearer. This was who I saw in my dream. But, why was I having these dreams? Could this possibly be real? What would this demon want with me?

   Honestly, I sat with the knowledge for some time, unsure of what to do with it. Then, I began communing with the spirit world as part of my practice. I began using my dreams as a vehicle for spiritual contact. I worked with the Fae, the dead, and became captivated by Djinn and other non-human spirits. Around this time I purchased several books, one of which was The Goetia of Solomon the King. I read Paimon's page over and over, stared at his sigil until my eyes watered. I began extensive research into demons, their origin, and true nature as well as methods for summoning and invoking them. And then one cool Spring night, I was ready.

   I wrote a plea to Paimon to enter my life and bring my answers and folded it a couple times, drawing his sigil on the outside, and then pricking my finger, letting blood dribble over it. I sat nervously on my front porch with a lit orange candle, the night was still, silent, dark. "Linan Tasa Jedan Paimon," I spoke to the air around me, it came out like a hoarse whisper. Undeterred, I held the petition over the flame and held it while it lit up, kissing the tips of my fingers with flame and making me wince. As the last scraps of paper burnt up a strange, familiar feeling cascaded over me.

   I suddenly felt very warm, dizzy, restless, ethereal, connected to something ancient and powerful. The sky let out a deep, atmospheric hum, like the blowing of a horn, the wind picked up and whipped around me, I could eventually hear bells and chiming tones, music rolling through my sleepy town. Then came a voice, rolling through my mind like a slow-moving storm front. "Finally, you are finished running. "

Who is Paimon?

“The Ninth Spirit in this Order is Paimon, a Great King, and very obedient unto LUCIFER. He appeareth in the form of a Man sitting upon a Dromedary with a Crown most glorious upon his head. There goeth before him also an Host of Spirits, like Men with Trumpets and well sounding Cymbals, and all other sorts of Musical Instruments. He hath a great Voice, and roareth at his first coming, and his speech is such that the Magician cannot well understand unless he can compel him. This Spirit can teach all Arts and Sciences, and other secret things. He can discover unto thee what the Earth is, and what holdeth it up in the Waters; and what Mind is, and where it is; or any other thing thou mayest desire to know. He giveth Dignity, and confirmeth the same. He bindeth or maketh any man subject unto the Magician if he so desire it. He giveth good Familiars, and such as can teach all Arts. He is to be observed towards the West. He is of the Order of Dominations [Dominions]. He hath under him 200 Legions of Spirits, and part of them are of the Order of Angels, and the other part of Potentates. Now if thou callest this Spirit Paimon alone, thou must make him some offering; and there will attend him two Kings called LABAL and ABALI , and also other Spirits who be of the Order of Potentates in his Host, and 25 Legions. And those Spirits which be subject unto them are not always with them unless the Magician do compel them. His Character is this which must be worn as a Lamen before thee, etc.”

- Original text from The Goetia

“Paimon is an angel-daimon of Lucifer, whom appears as a man crowned upon a camel. This spirit is a familiar of musick, thus by invoking Paimon one may work through an avenue of self-initiation through creating musick. Paimon is a powerful Angelick King of the Witchcraft, whom has 200 Legions of spirits – half are the Orders of Angels, the others being Potentates. Paimon appears with two Spirit/Djinn – Label and Ablim who are referred to as Kings. Paimon is perhaps one of the most significant Angelick Rulers, which along with Astaroth (whom is more bestial/demonic in nature and appearance) opens the way to the “Grail” of Lucifer’s crown – the perception of “I” and the mind separate from the universe. Paimon is a higher spirit of self-initiation, who is a path maker for ones own becoming. Paimon sometimes appears as an angelick spirit with a flaming sword. His office is Guardian of the Path through Leviathan, the Guardian of the Depths and Subconscious.”

- From The Luciferian Goetia by Michael Ford

“He teaches all arts and sciences and occult.  He can be invoked to bind others.  To be observed toward the west with offerings. Seek Paimon to understand Alchemy. Seek Paimon for creative pursuits or to design a plan of action. Paimon can also help in emotional understanding.”

-From the Demonolatry Goetia by S. Connolly

- The sigil of King Paimon

  The lore and cultural footprint of King Paimon is rather significant, especially compared to other Goetic spirits. First, and perhaps most notably, are his number of legions of followers, which is 200, more than any other listed demon. Far more in fact, as Beleth has the next highest number of legions, which is 85. This is likely the reason why Paimon is named the "Lord of Familiars", amongst other designations. Often described as having long, flowing pblack hair, an effeminate face, wearing robes with a brilliant crown upon his head. He possesses a unique connection with the spiritual realm and its inhabitants in that he can create an open channel of communication and can connect you to spirits who resonate at a similar frequency to you.

   In this aspect he very much carries the mantle of a grand mediator between you and the spirit world, easily finding you the right spirit for your need. Paimon can warn one of, and protect them from, malevolent spirits. He also eases connections with spirits who would be otherwise considered difficult to work with. He clears away the clouds of miscommunication for you to truly connect with spirits on their level, which is a truly priceless resource to a practitioner.

   Paimon is also a spirit of creativity and the arts. He celebrates both creators and the fruits of their labor. He is very in tune with the sounds, vibrations, and frequencies of the Universe and has a deep love for music. He is said to have influenced artist and musician alike, infusing his powerful energy into their creations. When Paimon arrives the world truly comes alive with light, color, and sound.

   Although he is capable of displays of power and physical manifestation, Paimon prefers subtle and considerate forms, talking within the conscious minds of his contacts. He is a spirit of  communication as well and has ways of connecting with almost anyone. Paimon carries an air of diplomacy and universal recognition. Wherever he goes, his voice shall be heard.

   Witchcraft is another area where Paimon's presence is highly fortuitous. Paimon is a higher spirit who has lived many lives, both physical and spiritual, and has been an avid practitioner of both high and low magick. He carries vast knowledge regarding herbalism, spell crafting, symbology, divination, spirit work, dream manipulation, and astral travel. If there is a witchcraft related matter, he most certainly has some knowledge related to it. He guides his adepts to research deeper and apply themselves in their craft. With his tutelage your practice can be significantly amplified.

   Finally, Paimon embodies natural, perfect chaos, the order of disorder, thinking freely, and being authentic and true to your path. While he can cause the ruin of the tower, he more greatly values the process of rebuilding it better than it was. In this same way, he rebuilds the witch, making them stronger and much more true to themselves in the process.

Temperament

   All things considered, Paimon is a rather easy going spirit. He enjoys sweets like cakes, honey, and especially chocolate. He loves animals and has a soft spot for children. He has a deep respect for nature, the stars, and the elements, and understands the intricate connections between these and the spirits that exist around, and within, us. He has a quick wit, brilliant sense of humor, and likes to gossip. Even though he leads 200 legions, he believes in equality amongst all spirits and always hears what others have to say. He's a fantastic listener as well as a smooth talker. As an individual he is charming and fascinating, comforting and strong, scientific and artistic, light-hearted but serious when the situation calls for it. Everything you might want in a friend. Especially a spirit friend who can help guide you through the unknown with enthusiasm.

   On the reverse side of things, Paimon is capable of being a very intimidating force. If he, or his adepts are wronged he can become fixated on vengeance. Don't mistreat your access to the spirit world and try to keep your dealings fair. In other words, the spirits want to help and they deserve fair reciprocation and respect. On Paimon's path we don't trap or bind spirits or force them to be subject unto us in any form. That means no Solomonic or Abrahamic magick. While studying these is encouraged, practice should be very limited. Instead we will focus on invocation, sigil work, and forming creative beacons for spirit to flow through.

   Paimon can also call vast amounts of spirits to his aid, making him an even more imposing emissary of the Qliphothic plain. Powerful spirits like Azazel, Asmodeus, Lucifer, and Leviathan have such a deep respect for this camel-riding King that he is considered by some to be an honorary Dark Lord of Hell. He knows secrets that no one else knows, has answers to questions no one has thought to ever ask, and has alliances in all corners of all plains of existence... And provided you're in his good graces, you would never suspect this. To Paimon, titles and hierchies are useless constructs, degrading the value and contributions of the individual. This humble spirit remains a wandering soul who values communication between beings, serendipity, the mind, and the soul's journey above all else.

Correspondences

Enn: "Linan Tasa Jedan Paimon"

Rank: King

Other names (titles): King of Music, Lord of Familiars, Master of Infernal Ceremonies, the Pale King, Guardian of the Path to Leviathan

Colors: Yellow, orange, black, purple, dark blue indigo

Herbs: Bindweed, saffron, sunflower, violets, yarrow, mullien, rose, frankincense, myyrh, wood betony, dandelion, sandalwood, patchouli, turmeric, thyme

Crystals: Gold aura hematite, labradorite, moldavite, rutilated quartz, pietersite, lapis lazuli, citrine, larvakite, ruby kyanite, bumblebee jasper, fluorite, marcosite, tourmaline

Element: Air/Water

Planet: Sun/Mercury

Zodiac: Gemini

Metal: Gold, meteorite

Tarot: The Magician, The Hermit, 6 of Pentacles, 10 of Swords

Direction: West

Dates: June 11th - 20th, April 30th - May 1st

Day: Sunday

Animal: Dramaderie camel

Domains: All arts and sciences, familiars, spirit work of any kind, music, alchemy, emotions, mental pursuits/finding knowledge, truth, the unknown, the occult, mysteries of life, manifestation, communication, enlightenment, mental, spiritual, and emotional growth, dream work, divination, astrology, baneful magick, herbalism, nature, sigil work, psychic abilities, scrying, shadow work, balance

Offerings: Sweets like cake, cookies and chocolate, honey, coffee, tea, soda, wine, canabis, tobacco, herbs, incense, music, works of art, conversation (tell him your secrets)

[ddejavvu]

oh my god i don't know if you are taking requests right now but i just saw a scene from al pacino's movie "the panic in the needle park" where there was a dialogue that goes "you know what you are?" "what am i?" "you are my girl". ahhh that's so cute! so i immediately thought of eddie. can you write a cute little something inspired by this dialogue? i love your eddie pieces.

i'm not gonna pretend to have seen the scene you're talking about so i have no idea how it was said/used but my brain went 'argument scene' so that's what i did here <3

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"You're too impulsive, Eddie," You groan, pointedly looking away from his bleeding knuckles, "You can't just punch anyone who says something mean."

"I'm not impulsive." Eddie insists, and you play into dramatics to drop your jaw in a comically aghast expression, "I didn't punch him for shits and giggles, babe. He said something nasty about you."

"And you had the impulse to punch him. I'm not calling you unreasonable, I'm calling you impulsive. Because you are impulsive." You huff, arms crossed as you refuse to settle into the passenger's seat of Eddie's van. He's got the engine turned over, but you're stalling in the parking lot, one step away from taking the bus home from school instead.

Eddie's brow scrunches, "Yeah? Well, y'know what you are?"

Defensiveness places itself like a shield over your chest. Guarding your heart, it rears its ugly head, denting itself in preparation for words like nagging, ungrateful, god forbid bitchy to be thrown out.

"What?" You spit with sharp eyes.

"You're my girl." Eddie mutters, eyes narrowed with frustration, but not anger as he looks at you, "And I don't like it when people say mean shit about you. Okay? I just-" He glares sideways at his mirror for a split second, catching his own reflection in it, "Maybe I am impulsive. But it's- it's not an impulse to hurt people, okay? It's an impulse to protect you."

The defensive shield you'd thrown up melts with the surge of warmth that Eddie's statement brings to your heart. Falling away with it is weight you'd been carrying since the second your boyfriend's knuckles had connected with the sophomore's face, and you let it all escape in a sigh that drains your lungs.

You inhale, voice much softer now, "Eddie. I'm happy I'm your girl. Really, it's just- I don't need protecting. Or at least, not like that. You can protect me by saving me the headache I endure every time you knock someone's lights out over me."

You chance a glance at him, disarmed by his sentimental speech, and find his eyes similarly smooth to your voice. He reaches out with a cautious hand, the one that isn't red at the knuckles, and you don't hesitate to take it and hold onto it.

He cracks a sad smile, and you mirror the expression.

"I won't punch people anymore," He offers, his voice quiet, "Or- well. I'll try. You're right, I-" He drops his eyes to his lap, speaking softer than you'd have thought possible, "It's an impulse. But I'll work on it."

"Thank you," You gush, rubbing your thumb over the back of his hand, "And thanks for wanting to protect me, Eddie."

"Anytime," He seems almost embarrassed to pledge it, and you let it slide because you're both still getting used to dating and what that means. "Uh, do you still wanna take the bus, or-?"

"If you still want to take me home, I'll stay.' You muse carefully, "Do you still want to take me home?"

"Yeah," His careful smile gives way to an easy grin, a slight relieved exhale whooshing from his nose, "Buckle up, babe. We can stop for fries on the way."

"I want a milkshake instead," You decide, reaching for your seatbelt, "Is that okay?"

"Good taste," Eddie nods, eyeing you in the rear-view mirror, "I'll dip my fries in, and we can use it to ice my knuckles."

[quimichi]

. . . . ╰──╮MY GOOD BOY, RIGHT? ╭──╯ . . . .

Albedo x Creator!Reader

: ̗̀➛ "Look at you" you say, the smile that graced your face was audible for him to hear. Both teasing and adoring him for the view he gave you. On his knees, kneeling before the god he promised to forever worship. Your fingers gently run through his soft blond hair, scratching his scalp that led him to close his eyes of the pure ecstacy he feels from this touch alone.

: ̗̀➛ "All mine, right?" Yes, all yours, only yours. Thats what he thought in his head, but he couldn't from the words and let them out. You make him weak, he can only repeat those words you graced him with in his mind. Burning them into his memories to never forget how you breathed them to his face. He never felt so comfortable in someones presence, you feel like home, like a fireplace in a winter night. Nothing could ever compare to you, if someone dares to even say otherwise he will do anything to prove them wrong. He will work at your command, just say it. Albedo is hopelessly devoted to you.

: ̗̀➛ But all he could do now was nod, noding in such a desperate and pathetic way, so eager that if he would comprehend what he just did would embarrass him. You leave him no other choice but lose his mind in your presence alone. "My good boy" you coo, his cheeks turn red. Heart raching so strong in his chest hes afraid you will somehow hear, although he knows you couldn't. The words send shivers down his spine, your head scratches alone made him close to pass out, but now those words?

: ̗̀➛ He is your good boy, no one else's. You are aware of this, you never were so sure of something than this. But its just so much fun to play a little with your good boy...With shaky, unsteady movements Albedo crawls toward you and carefully he raises himself up from his knees. His hands are trembling, for just a few mere seconds hes above you, higher than you. The thought alone made his brain turn to mush. You look up at him expectantly, and slowly he sinks down onto your lap. Carefully not to position himself uncomfortably on your thighs.

: ̗̀➛ With the last bit of confidence he has left, he gently takes a hold of your hands and places them on his waist. You instantly start to softly massage the tender flesh of his waist, making him keep the whimper that threatnes to escape his mouth in. He swallows hard before he dares to look into your holy eyes, the eyes that stare back into his with high expectations. He feels small, he will be crushed under your gaze, "Yours...your good boy only, your grace"

A/n: I tried ok, but my english is eh and so is my writing, but the idea didn't came from me! This great idea came from chococolte ♡ obviously theyre better than me haha

[vampykween]

hi mic :D

i just read your toxic!husband!ghost fics and would like to ask if u could write one where the reader just gives up on their relationship, maybe they finally file for divorce?

loved your writing btw! ♡

hi hi! thank u! i’m so glad y’all are enjoying toxichusband!ghost hehe

i hope i did your idea justice. i have a problem with just letting asks get away from me oops! but kiss ur brain for this idea cause i loved this! i get way too excited writing angsty stuff

you would realize you’ve had enough on the most random of days. after looking after your kids all day and finally getting your house cleaned, laundry all done. simon would come home and not even stop to greet you. he instantly strips from his fatigues and tosses them somewhere on the couch, turns on the tv to watch the game, and kicks up his feet and perches them on the clean coffee table. just the sight of him makes your blood boil. you make a mental note right then to talk to a divorce lawyer cause jesus you couldn’t take anymore of this.

you’ve been agonizing over doing this for the past week. hidden in your nightstand drawer was an envelope that was going to change your life forever, and not just yours, your children’s lives too. that thought has stifled your desire for a divorce just ever so slightly, as much as you can’t take a loveless marriage anymore you know your kids will be hurt by this.

you and simon are lounging in your bed and you’re losing your edge to serve him the papers. you’re worn out from cooking dinner and doing the usual nighttime routine with the kids. you suck in a deep breath and remind yourself that this decision is for the best; you don’t deserve to be chained down by someone who won’t appreciate you.

“simon…”

“yeah?” he doesn’t look up from whatever he’s engrossed in on his phone and you roll your eyes exasperatedly. you’re swiftly reminded why you’re in this position.

“i- um, we need to talk.” god your palms were sweaty and your heart was hammering in your chest. why was this so much harder than you thought it would be. simon still doesn’t give you his attention and you figure you should just rip the bandaid off already.

your shaky hands open the nightstand drawer and fish out the large yellow envelope you’ve been holding onto for the past week. you nudge his shoulder with enough force to get him to look up at you, and shove the envelope in his now free hand.

he quirks an eyebrow at you curiously, “the hell is this?”

you gulp painfully and whisper at him to just open it. his large digits tear open the paper easily and as he’s scanning through the lengthy paper, you can see it clear on his face the moment he realizes what’s happening. he turns his body fully towards yours and you can see the fury in his eyes.

“have you lost your fuckin’ head. why on earth would ya want a divorce?” the bass in your husband’s voice rattles his words around in your head, simon doesn’t yell often, but god do you hate it when he does.

“simon, i just can’t anymore.” his eyes bulge incredulously at your words, but you ignore his idiotic look and continue. “i’m constantly bending over backwards to do everything for this family and you don’t even appreciate it. hell it doesn’t feel like you love me at all.”

“fuckin’ hell. you think you’re the only one putting in work for this family. what do you think i’m doing all day? and when i’m deployed? ya think i’m just fuckin’ around for fun?”

“oh my- are you serious?! of course i know that you work hard to provide for this family. did you even listen to a word i just said? i have to nag you to clean, to do laundry, to stop giving the kids all the things i tell them they can’t have. i have to literally beg you to kiss me and take me on dates! you never tell me you love me anymore simon!”

the rage behind simon’s eyes dims and he grasps both your hands in his. “love. baby, please you can’t leave me. you’re right, you do so much for us all and i know im shit about saying thank you, but who’s going to do all the stuff ya do if you leave?”

your face starts to grow hot as you begin to boil over with anger. you rip your hands from his hold forcibly. “you’ve got to be fucking kidding me! you can’t even convince me to stay because you love me. you want me here so i can do everything for you. you know what? fuck you! i’m so sorry your poor mommy is gone and you need someone to fill that void, and i was stupid enough to play that role for this long, but i’m not doing it anymore.”

“oh you’re a fuckin’ cunt for that. bringing up my mum, you’re fucked in the head!” simon barks at you. you should feel bad, it was a low blow, but you couldn’t care less.

you scramble out of the bed, storming around the room looking for a pen. you’re throwing open drawers with so much force they’re just a hair from ripping straight out. when you eventually find one, you thrust it into simon’s large hand.

“don’t fucking care. you’re an absolute piece of shit. sign the fucking papers, please, so i no longer have to hold back the urge to kill you with my bare hands.”

“what about the kids? you’re just gonna take them away from me?! if you do, i’ll spend every day trying to remind them they’ve got a right bitch for a mum,” simon sneers at you.

all the love you had for simon has vanished, but hearing him say he’d spend eternity making sure your kids hated you? that tore your heart in two. your throat begins to constrict as tears begin to build behind your eyes. you really didn’t want to cry in front of him, but you were suddenly hit with the realization that the life you dreamed of was never going to be real.

you think back to your wedding day, your husband had written the most beautiful vows, which shocked you as you hadn’t expected him to be able to express his love for you that way. he had promised to always make you feel like you deserved the world. suddenly you woke up one day and the man you once loved was gone, replaced by a shitty, co-dependent, workaholic who sucked out all the life in you.

in this moment, you simply prayed that one day, you wouldn’t feel like every choice you made lead to this terrible life you have now.

[windvexer]

kind chicken, if i may ask for your advice, i'm at a moral dilemma. i'm so utterly entranced by the idea of the figure of the horned one within tradcraft, but also having the cultural knowledge and hindsight of the great variety of entities that tend to get lumped into this entity feels ... wrong? inconsiderate? appropriative? i'm not sure, i can't in my mind look at an entity with purported links and faces within so much - Woden, Gwyn ap Nudd, the Devil, Lucifer, Dionysus, Pan, Silvanus, Saturn, Cernunnos, etc - and just accept the careless mashing together of different cultures and put aside all the differences and details and contexts. it just feels to me like its disrespectful to all these cultures and mythologies to just "create" an ambiguous figure from all these other figures derive, and yet it also /feels/ right to me. it's kept me in stasis for so long in my craft because i want so badly to point at a name and say "THIS is the horned one" but they're never quite right, never quite perfectly encapsulating of what feels like the scope of this entity. i know this is rambling, but this has genuinely bothered me for years and i just don't know how to get over this hill to be able to fully connect with the horned one. the logical part of my brain is just locked in a tug-of-war with my heart and intuition because theres just too much that we know to be able to boil something down to a single archetype, because thats not how culture works. and how can i hope to work with something if i don't even know their nature? i can never know if i'm just making it up and being insensitive. if you or anyone else could help me out in this line of thinking, i feel like i could finally take another step forward.

I think you have got a nice logic puzzle here, my bud. You have made serious strides into solving this problem for yourself:

You know your guy has to be in there. You just haven't found him yet.

Witchfathers are not exclusively gods of lore. It's like going through the top 15 Hollywood A-list actors and saying you can't cast someone in a roll. There are still five million actors in Hollywood alone.

Witchfathers may be ancestors, or faeries, or wights. Or something that is all three. Your Witchfather may be the Oak whose roots you woke up in the last time you left this earth, before you were reborn. He may be a spirit of the land, who is only recorded in the journals of mystics who have lived where you lived, and five Livejournal posts published in 2005 edited for anonymity.

There is not now, and I do not believe there will ever be, a comprehensive list of all entities that can be a "Witchfather" in Traditional Witchcraft.

So I must ask you:

What would happen if you were never able to discover the lore name of your Witchfather? What if there is no lore name, because he's unrecorded?

And I must also ask:

Why do you need a name?

If we imagine all these named entities as being like stained glass stacked on top of each other, then they all combine together to influence the concept of the Horned God archetype. There seems to be a shape illuminated in this symphony that resonates with you.

So why not just cut out that same shape from black paper and let the light shine through it?

That's the shape of your god, I imagine.

You do not need a name. You can start with what you know. Writing your own poetry and hymns is a good way to start.

"To the Nameless God seen in the reflection of polished horns." That kind of thing, you know. Where do you see him? How do you know him? Write it down. Record the traces of him you find like a biologist lovingly recording tracks of a rare animal.

"To the Witchfather whom I know by feel but not by name, the hidden one that calls to me from the spring green fog." What feels right? Is he not behind a green fog? I think you would know. Maybe he is behind sheets of rain, crashing onto the rock in a cacophony.

He's got epithets. You will know them because you will be able to feel if they're right or not. Is he the Thunder-Blackened Face of the Battle-Oak? Is he the Jewel-Drenched Meadow of the Summer Rains? Is he the Frozen, Endless Lake?

It's not for an archetype. You're not trying to define the archetype, right. You're just trying to outline a guy you know has to be in there.

For offerings, for rituals, it's all the same. "To the North I call the Hidden One who exhales stars, whose hoofprints make lakes and valleys, who carries the sun and moon on his horns."

How do you work with someone if you don't know their nature?

But I think you do know his nature. I think you know his nature very well, but you are trying to pin it to one of a handful of very popular gods, which of course it does not fit.

Because I do not think yours is any of them.

[snail-day]

Hi snail, I think I should probably give myself an emoji by now considering how I keep just dumping ideas and concepts lol, like the bell for lamb reader, geto dressing reader all in white, and nanami tying his new "wife" to his bed to name the recent ones lol . So maybe I could be 🪻 anon?

I kinda feel very spammy but it always makes my day when you post so here's another idea swimming about my brain

Geto giving reader piercings as punishment(, would work well for lamb reader in the same kind of thinking how farmers tag the ears of sheep). Only would he really just stop at the ears? He would be the kind to really enjoy doing nipple piercings, to know she's tagged and marked permanently as his underneath her clothes.

Hi, 🪻 anon! So happy to see you again! :))

Okay, first of all, let me just say - I love hearing your thoughts. Every time you share something, I’m just like, oh my god, they’re so right! (Seriously, do you write? Because these thoughts need to be shared with the world) Don’t ever worry about being spammy - I adore it. I love hearing ideas; it honestly just warms my heart every time someone takes the time to step into my little inbox. 🩷🩷 makes me want to give you a big forehead smooch

Oh my god, yes. Tagging his little lamb’s ear, he’d make it something sweet, something delicate. Maybe pearl earrings, or soft dangle ones with a pale blue or violet gemstone. Maybe something to match that silk ribbon he has wrapped around your neck (Though, he’d probably go all out and put you in diamonds, maybe even a diamond collar while he's at it)

Now, as much as I’d love to deep dive into just how far this man would take piercings… they kind of give me the heebie-jeebies. I can sit through an eight-hour tattoo session just fine, but something about piercings makes me so anxious. That being said, I do think he’d love nipple piercings, and he’d take such good care of you when cleaning them. Especially with the way they’d subtly show through your sweet little dresses? Yeah, you're getting railed during the next sermon. (Lord help you if you ever ask for gauges to match his.)

If you were being extra bad? Branding. His name, the cult’s insignia, etched into your skin as a permanent reminder (so people know exactly who you belong to). Maybe not a traditional branding… or maybe it would be, depending on the punishment. But more likely, he’d take his time tattooing it onto you, his hands would be pretty steady after all.

All because you're his sweet little lamb 🩷

[urluv69]

Inspo from this post —

I love this sm and omfg the ‘Simon Says’ was so creative fjejudbrhirhejdjhrjejd

It tingled my brain

So here’s a little drabble of my own adding onto this jaw dropping(literally) and brain damaging post

You were such a tease wearing a skirt like that and leaving the top button of your blouse undone. Simon couldn’t help the way his pains strained in your presence—and god did you love it.

You were bored and just wanted to have a little fun. It started out pretty small; leaning over a little more than necessary when placing something on his desk, adding a little extra to your makeup routine, and trying a little harder in the morning when getting dressed.

But when he gave you the exact reaction you were seeking-

His eyes landing on your behind and his gaze lingering a little longer than normal just so he could admire you.

But then you kicked it up a notch. Your outfits turned a little more slutty and you always made sure to leave the top button undone on your blouse. Your skirt got a little tighter and a lot shorter.

Your teasing turned to full on flaunting.

How could he resist really? When you looked that good bent over his desk. Or maybe between his legs when someone came in and his zipper was down. He could practically feel you melting in his arms as you straddled him, your skirt pushed aside and top undone completely now.

He wanted needed you but even as you basically threw yourself at him—you didn’t give it to him that easy.

The first time he made a sly comment on your outfit and you bit back at him with a tone far different from your ‘yes sirs’-

To say he was intrigued was an understatement.

How much of a brat could you be before he snapped?

This became your new goal. You were going to push his limits till there weren’t any left to push.

So when you placed files on his desk, you held eye contact knowing your lacy set was on show as you leaned over.

When you were putting files away, you made sure to jut your hips out just right.

And when you were handing him his morning coffee because silly him doesn’t have a wife at home to take care of him yet forgot and you decided to be nice for once not really, made sure your hand slid against his hand and your fingers touched for a moment too long before you pulled back with a fawn look in your eyes.

And after one stressful day and no morning coffee because silly you, you must have forgotten to bring it again,

he had enough.

You needed to be taught when to keep your mouth shut.

Apparently making a snarky comment when he mentioned his never ending work load, wasn’t such a good idea…

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I’ll do a part 2 soon but js wanted to get this drabble down before bed

[wrathofrats]

Thinking about Aether and Phantom quintosis lesson. It's all going well and all, Aether's letting Phant explore his head on his own a little because he's actually really talented y'know! And then he hits a particular spot and Aether goes brainless, practically drooling on spot if yk what I'm onto...

Everyone always comes to Aeth to shut their thoughts up, but now he's on the receiving end for the first time in a whiiiile and he's just gone.

Just a big brainless quint :)

Shakes you violently because I’ve been thinking about this ever since I saw it

(Warning that this is a little dubious but consent is implied and implied to have been discussed prior, just didn’t want it to come out of nowhere in case someone isn’t up for that 🫶

Also I made it weird bc confident phantom has been on my brain recently)

Aether talks him through it. Takes phantoms hands and places them on either side of his head, covering them with his own.

He trusts him under his own supervision, able to step in if something were to go wrong.

It’s easy, to aethers surprise. Phantom being able to pick at different memories, emotions, doesn’t take long for phantom to start trying to control his limbs.

“Am I doing that?” Phantoms eyes light up when aether hand moves slowly to the side.

“You are bug, good job”

Aether thinks it’s cute watching him get so excited over his powers.

Different tour memories flash in and out as phantom practically rummages through his brain like a storage bin. His face muscles twitch while phantom drags over certain nerves. Quintessence can be a dangerous game in the wrong hands, the power to as you please to someone only to be trusted in the right hands.

A particular wave of fuzz washes over aether as phantom gets a little more confident with the electricity he has wrapped around his mind. He feels cloudy, it’s not unfamiliar but he knows exactly what phantom is doing considering he’s done it to the other ghouls countless times before.

“Bug…..” aether warns taking a deep breath. He feels like there’s cotton behind his eyes, his breathing becoming deep and more manual.

Phantom prods again. A sharp buzz in the base of his skull and it’s hard for aether to get out the words to warn him again.

Phantom understands what he’s doing, especially considering this form of mind control has been done to him before. it’s the only reason aether hasn’t removed him yet but it’s a helpless and almost calming sort of feeling, looking up to see phantom smiling at him with his magic completely taking over his senses.

“Please let me take care of you?” Phantom tips aethers chin up to look at him, the other hand caressing his cheek. Aether can feel just a bit more quintessence slip in as he nods.

He’s completely brainless, barely a thought besides what’s directly in front of him and a small attempt to keep his breathing normal. It’s all he can do to keep his vision straight, mind full of static and he can’t help but smile at phantom, giggling slightly. A comfortable mindless state of pleasure.

“Never been able to have you all stupid for me have I aeth?” Phantom teases. It’s light hearted in nature but god it does something to aether. He could practically drool if he really wanted to, phantoms light teasing enough to have him salivating. Something so delicious about being able to have your thoughts shut up and being taken care of, aethers been craving it for a while.

A delicate hand pushes its way under aethers shirt. Phantom looks for any sign of protest before lifting it off of his body and discarding it on the floor beside them. Aethers immediately handsy, giggly and trying whatever he can to get phantom back on him. His limbs feel like they’re full of concrete as he tries to reach up to pull him closer. Time moves slow, almost too slow for him with the idea phantoms put into his head of him doing whatever he wants to him.

Phantom makes quick work of his own clothes while aether chews his lip, small moans escaping as phantom strips in his lap. He’s easy like this, hard and stupid and just desperate for anything from phantom he can get.

“You’re needy when you’re like this” phantom teases, reaching for the buttons on aethers pants. “Big and stupid like a whore should be”

Phantom grabs aethers hand, pulling it around his waist to finger himself with it, “your fingers are thicker than mine, gotta stretch myself out to take you baby” phantom gasps as he pushes aethers fingers into himself

It’s a tight stretch, phantom working himself with two of aethers fingers guided by his own, if he’s not careful he could probably just use aether like this and cum in his lap but oh, he wants to see how bad aeth can get when he sits on his cock.

Aethers streams out incoherent pleas and curses as phantom finally pulls him out, stroking him a couple times just to hear him whimper

“Fuck you’re much better like this, dumb and useful, just a dildo for me to use right?”