#the power of a gif and procrastination

[sizzlingcloudmentality]

feasting

He has been starving the whole day. Asked you for pictures and you sent them like the good girl that you are. But those pictures haven't satisfied him.

All the lace he couldn't touch or sniff. All the soft flesh he couldn't squeeze. All the crevices he couldn't pull apart and explore (as if he hadn't explored them already).

The emergency video he has in a secret folder on his phone didn't help either. Jerking off in one of the restroom stalls with your moans in his ears, shaky footage of his cock stretching you open and sliding back out of your weeping pussy on the tiny screen. It provided relief, yes. But he hated how undignified the act of spilling his cum into a toilet was.

And when he finally got home you wait for him, just like he asked you to: on your stomach, on the bed, busying yourself with whatever, he doesn't care.

"Hands and knees," he orders and when you're not fast enough he pulls you up himself with his hands gripping your hips.

The mattress dips down, a sharp pain runs through your body and straight into your core when he smacks your bare ass just for good measure.

Dave kneads you, your thighs and ass, groaning at the softness of you and at how much of you there is. So much that it spills through his fingers.

"Had me acting like some pathetic asshole today," he growls and yanks your joke of a lace panty to the side. "Jerked off like a stupid teenager. You fucking tease."

Another smack and you yelp and clench around nothing.

"Don't worry, I got you," he says to your pussy and leans closer. Sniffing her. Gently blowing his warm breath over her and she responds with another clench. "Daddy got you," he murmurs so softly that you almost get jealous about how he speaks to your cunt.

He licks his lips, his tongue slowly running over the corner of his mouth before he spreads you open. Admiring you. Admiring his favorite crevices. Admiring his personal playground, his favorite holes.

He'll eat you out until you can't even kneel anymore. He was starving but he'll feast now.

Dave York masterlist

this blurb on ao3

[itwillbeourswansong]

Adar, The Rings of Power

[mechazushi]

Insane Dad Lore (Part One) [ A Kn8 Short Story]

[Head's Up!] So this is going to hopefully be a part of a series. The plan is that I'm going to make several "Short" stories {length to be determined} That are all about this pervasive idea I have centered around the idea that Kafka went on a soul-searching journey through Germany after a series of unfortunate events. Some of this (down the road) will not line up with established canon (mainly parts pertaining to his family) and I'd just thought I would let ya'll know. I have more personal details after the fic.

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It's safe to say that having the ability to turn into a Kaiju is enough to make anyone interesting. But when that's the only thing you know about a guy, suddenly discovering anything unrelated seems to make him a lot more fascinating than before. Even more so when you've only known him for three weeks and you're starting a new job together. The first and most subtle discovery Reno and Iharu found about Kafka was during their third day as Defense Force officers. They had just finished a long day of training and had hit the bathhouse showers before bed

Reno had undressed the fastest and booked it for the shower counters so he could wash the spilled energy drink out of his hair. Between that and the sweaty sheen he had developed, he just felt all around uncomfortable. Kafka and Iharu had wrapped towels around their waists and casually trailed in some time shortly, engaged in quiet conversation. The two of them tossed their shower supplies onto the counter and pulled up their own squat plastic chair with Kafka sitting in between the two juniors. Kafka had to took twice as he saw just how hard Reno was scrubbing away at his hair.

"Hey, are you alright?" He asked.

"He's fine. Someone dropped their energy drink out of a second floor window and it hit him in the head." Iharu answered for Reno as he dug out a bottle of shampoo.

"Damn, sounds like that sucked." Kafka offered some simple platitude and he dug out an old plastic gum container filled with q-tips instead.

"I... have smelled nothing... but grape powder... all day!" Reno growled in between bouts of vigorous scrubbing.

"What, you gotta problem with grape flavor?" Kafka chuffed as he wet the tips of the q-tip.

"Have you seen my hair? I don't know if it's ever..." Reno wanted to continue his tirade about what the cursed drink did to his snow blond locks, but was cut short by the sight of Kafka bringing the q-tip to his nose.

"What are you...?" Reno began to question, only to suddenly choke down a sickening retch as he watched Kafka practically thread the q-tip through the septum in his nose.

"What was tha-AAH! WITCH DOCTOR!" Iharu shouted as he turned and was confronted with the same sight.

"What has gotten into the two of you?" Kafka interrogated as he swiveled to look at them, leaving the q-tip suspended in his nose.

"Y-y-y-your n-nose!" Reno stuttered, pointed finger quaking at the sight.

"Oh, this?" Kafka pointed to the unusual sight, "Old nose ring piercing." He didn't expand upon as he went back to sliding the cotton tipped instrument back and forth through the hole.

"YOU HAVE A NOSE RING?" Iharu shouted once he recovered from the shock.

"Had being the better term here. I had to drop the look if I was to land my job with the Monster Sweepers. They considered it a possible safety hazard." Kafka explained as he pulled the stick out and fiercely rubbed at his nose.

"Do you still have the ring?" Reno asked, morbid curiosity getting the better of him.

"Unfortunately, no." Kafka said with a heartbroken sigh, "Lost it down a mall bathroom sink."

"Then how do you still have the hole?" Iharu questioned, joining in on the perverse inquiries.

"From what I've heard, once it's fully healed you don't tend to lose 'em. Still gotta make sure there isn't anything stuck in there though." Kafka continued to answer as he started to look through the rest of his shower supplies.

"Do you have any others?" Reno quickly fired back.

"God, ya'll are just full of questions tonight." Kafka used to answer, hoping it would encourage them to find something else to talk about.

A short period of time passed before Iharu spoke back up as he noticed Kafka didn't answer the question, "Well... do you?"

Kafka sighed heavily before he answered, "I had almost twenty by the time I had to give them all up. Outside of my nose ring, I'm pretty sure most of the holes are completely closed up."

"TWENTY?" Now it was Reno's turn to shout incredulously.

"Wow, I hadn't pegged you as the metal head type." Iharu voiced openly.

"Are you kidding? I was more than a Metal Head." Kafka chuckled cryptically, "I was a Heavy Metal Head." He giggled eerily as he turned to Iharu and wiggled his fingers creepily, making him laugh.

"I'm sure you had a Heavy Head at least with all those piercings, Sir." Reno teased under his breath.

He wasn't nearly as quiet as he should have been with it since Kafka very clearly still heard him. Before Kafka could return fire, Iharu popped another question.

"So what type of piercings did you have?"

"Uhh, let's see..." Kafka said as he scratched his chin, " I had three rings in the right ear, three studs in the left, the nose ring, nose bridge cuff, a snake bite set, an eyebrow stud, dimple studs- got rid of those pretty quickly, a belly button..." Kafka trailed off, almost lost in thought before his eyes snapped open in shock.

"Uhh, yeah, I think that's the list. The whole list, nothing else." Kafka finished as a miniscule bead of sweat trailed down his temple.

Iharu's eyes flickered around in thought before they landed back on Kafka with confusion, "That's fourteen piercings."

"So? Fourteen is close to twenty." Kafka countered, still looking somewhat nervous.

"Then why not say fifteen? That's a lot more reasonable than saying close to twenty" Reno argued as he shrugged.

"Yeah. Saying Twenty to mean fourteen is a little misleading. There's a lot more numbers between fourteen and twenty than fifteen." Iharu supported his friend's argument as he drew out the problem on the mirror in front of them with a bar of soap.

"Are you sure you're not forgetting some?" Reno questioned as he squinted at his older friend suspiciously.

"So I miscalculated! You don't have to drag me over a bed of coals about it.'" Kafka threw his hands up on either side of his head as he got up from his seat to make it clear that was the end of it. The two of them watched as he walked out toward the hot bath in the other room and turned the corner.

"He doesn't miscalculate. I've seen that man do accurate inventory reports without even stepping into the storage room." Reno murmured as his eyes flickered back to Iharu.

"You don't think he had some... embarrassing ones, do you?" Iharu sneered scandalously right back.

"What piercing could be embarrassing?" Reno asked as he rinsed the shampoo from his hair.

"Nipple rings for starters." Iharu quietly chuckled out.

Hearing this, Reno visibly shivered, "You know, that's a good point. I feel better not knowing now."

"I don't." Iharu replied, "He's definitely got more than he's letting on and I wanna know the full extent." He rushed to catch up with Reno in scrubbing himself down before they could join the others in the on-site onsen. Finishing and getting up from their spots, they walked over to the other room to join the others in the massive bath.

"I'm serious, you can tell a lot about a person by what they would willingly get pierced. Like, who knows what Kafka was like in his twenties? What do you think would be the line he wouldn't draw back then?" Iharu continued to comment on the idea as he followed Reno out of the room.

"I get your point, but knowing him as he is now, I sincerely think he wouldn't have gotten anything below the belt." Reno challenged as his attention was focused on his friend.

"You'd be surprised-" Iharu replied before his head snapped forward to see the awkward spectacle before them.

On the way to the bath, it appeared that Kafka had been sidelined with an interaction with their Vice Captain. It wouldn't have been an unusual sight had it not been for the fact that for One) It had looked like Kafka's towel had fallen off of his waist and was now desperately clutching it in front of his privates, and Two) Soshiro Hoshina was caught in the compromising position that was kneeling right in front of where Kafka was death-gripping the towel. Aoi and Haruichi were standing off to the side witnessing the event. Aoi was as stone faced as ever, but Haruichi was clearly holding back the urge to burst into laughter.

"Whoa, whOA, WHOA! WHAT THE HELL?" Iharu shouted as he intruded onto the situation.

"This isn't what it looks like!" A very red-faced Kafka called out from his place against a side wall.

He had braced a hand against the painted brick wall to support himself from falling over. If anyone other than Reno had any previous knowledge as to what Kafka was hiding inside himself, they would have noticed the spidery cracks spreading out from his hand-print on the wall. A distracted Hoshina whipped his head around to view the intruders behind him.

"Oi! Reno, Iharu, did you know Comedy Relief here has a tattoo?" Hoshina declared as he jabbed his thumb at it, pivoting to the side a little to show it off better.

"I wasn't ready to talk about it just yet!" Kafka squeakily snarled through gritted teeth, not trusting himself to move.

"I don't see why not? It's a beautiful piece." Hoshina countered as he turned back to look at it some more.

"He's not going to get kicked out for that, is he?" Reno asked as he quickly moved over to where everyone was standing.

Getting closer, the two of them got a better look at what their Vice Captain was looking at. What initially looked to be an ornately decorated Oni Mask tattoo became more and more interesting the longer they looked at it. The first notable thing was the horns. Instead of being curved, they pointed straight out and had stair-stepped protruding lines running from their points all the way down. The eyes looked like complicated stained glass windows and its mouth had a wooden door and crumbling pillars acting as its tusks and teeth. Its ears had church bells for earrings and arch-buttresses protruding out over its rounded cheeks, decorated with tiny gargoyles.

"Oh, please. A large portion of the JAKDF is powered by rebels. We would be alienating over half of our strongest members if we didn't allow a little self expression." Hoshina assured as he tiled his head side to side, still staring at the art on Kafka's upper thigh, "Did you ever say where you got this done? I'd love to meet the artist."

"I, uh, got it while on a backpacking trip through Germany. I chatted up this girl I met at a rock concert and managed to sweet talk myself into a discounted piece." Kafka answered as he pursed his lips.

"Huh." Hoshina mused, "Out of the question to ask you to remember her name, I take it?"

"Definitely. She made me delete her number after she caught me flirting with her brother." Kafka answered as his eyes flickered briefly of shame from the memory.

While they talked, Iharu had saddled up to Aoi and Haruichi to inquire what was going on.

"What the hell happened?" Iharu started as he crossed his arms casually.

"So I saw Kafka walk out from the showers, yeah?" Haruichi whispered as he fought back a bout of giggles, "And I thought, "Hey, lets haze the Creepy Shinomiya Fanboy a little." I just wanted to steal his towel and snap it at him! I genuinely didn't know that the Vice Captain would walk in at the same time!" He shoulders continued to shake as the look in his eyes went a little crazed.

"And I don't think anyone would have expected the old guy to have a tattoo, nor the fact that Hoshina seems very interested in body art." Aoi noted in an even tone.

"Such a shame. I've felt inspired lately and I like the work done here." Hoshina smirked as a hand came up to the cheeks of the oni mask design and pinched them together a few times, "It's quite the expressive work."

Kafka's body immediately tensed at the sensation and caused more subtle cracks to appear on the wall. His entire face and chest flushed to an even deeper shade of red. Reno felt his heart sunk into his stomach out of surprise at the sight. Iharu's jaw dropped and Haruichi had to turn away before he completely lost control of his face.

"Well, make sure to be safe out there then." Hoshina sighed as he rose up from his knees, "I'd hate to see such a wonderful work of art get ruined." He turned on his heels and walked back out of the bathhouse automated doors.

"Take care." He concluded as he walked away, lazily waving goodbye.

Kafka had to take several deep breaths before the atmosphere returned to the room. Haruichi finally let out the roaring laughter he had been holding in the entire time, falling to his knees and flopping onto his side while holding his ribs. Aoi just shook his head.

"She caught you flirting with her brother?" Haruchi practically screeched as he tried to suck in some air into his abused lungs.

"Cut me some slack! He worked at a completely different tattoo shop!" Kafka shouted back as he tried to regain some semblance of control over himself.

"Why were you at another tattoo shop?" Aoi questioned with a cynical look.

"Probably getting another piercing." Iharu answered for him, "So, which one was it? The nose ring, the half dozen ear piercings, or the nipple studs?" He sarcastically prodded which added on another year to Haruichi's laughing fit.

"It... was actually... the tongue piercing." Kafka gritted out as he pulled the towel back around his waist.

Iharu and Reno immediately looked each other in the eye, pointed at the other and shouted "Fifteen!"

"Excuse me?" Aoi inquired bewilderedly.

"We'll explain later." Reno offered to tide him over.

"And with that ordeal over with, I'm just going to skip the bath and just take a very long, very cold shower." Kafka groaned as he walked away from everyone.

As Iharu and Reno moved over to help Haruichi regain the concept of a regular breathing cycle, the two of them wondered if that was going to be the last they were ever going to hear about this trip through Germany. Nothing could have prepared the Third Division for how much another man's adventure through loss, heartbreak, and consequences would envelop their lives.

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OH! Before I forget: I drew this a long time ago for this particular fic actually. Just pretend that it has hyper-realistic shading like what you would find on grayscale tattoos and a shit-ton more details. (German churches are fucking insane looking) And yeah, Surprise! It's based on German Church Architecture.

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Okay, not to ruin the fun vibes I tried to set up here, but I've gotta talk about a few things. Mainly my future as a writer. (God, I'm already making this sound worse than it is) Less important stuff out of the way first.

Anything involving this Story Line will not be posted to Ao3, yet. I am going to wait until I feel like I have written enough about this and come up with a satisfying conclusion before I shove all this into a multi-chaptered one-off fic over on xXMechanicalDuchessXx at Ao3. That way, it can all be read at one time. I get its part of the culture on Ao3 that you're supposed to be patient and wait for your faves to upload their newest chapter when they feel like it, but that ain't me. So much so, that it'a become a problem for something else.

The other problem is that I've had a few things on my mind. Recently, I posted a smut fic here and onto Ao3 that... well, I wouldn't say it didn't do well, but I'm used to a much warmer reception to when I post my writing. To be fair, it was a smut fic and I recognize that to some it isn't their cup of tea, not to mention that it was about a less recognized pairing. (Which makes no fucking sense to me, it was fucking IhaReno, their shit should be treated way more popular.) But for a few days, it didn't gain any traction on either platform... like, at all. And for a moment I was kind of upset. Like, considered never posting smut here ever again upset. Which, looking back now, might have been an overreaction.

That being said...

YA'LL NEED TO FUCKIN' THANK MY BESTIE @iceclew FOR THE SHIT SHE DOES FOR ME. IF IT WASN'T FOR THE FACT THAT I SPECIFICALLY WAITED FOR HER REVIEW TO COME OUT BEFORE I TALKED ABOUT THIS SHIT, WE WOULD BE HAVING AN ENTIRELY DIFFERENT DISCUSSION RIGHT NOW.

(it also helped that I just now saw Ao3 Offical's post here talking about some sort of updating error that was posted around Valentine's day, which was the day I posted... that healed me a little as well.)

Needless to say, I feel like I should update everyone on the status of some WIP's that I've been wanting to work on, and thanks to some soul searching during those days I was patiently awaiting the review, I can now fully explain.

To start with, There were three fics on my mind. This one, another IhaReno fic with a twist, and a KafHoshi fic that has been in an indefinite working hiatus since probably last year. With the somewhat lackluster reception of my latest fic, I had briefly considered that I might have lost my touch with how I write characters. I have been complimented on it and have continued to pride myself with accurate retelling of their characterizations.

My Achille's heel when it comes to doing this, is Reno. Every time I put pen to paper about this man, (Or, I guess I should say fingers-to-keyboard) I can never tell if I'm doing him justice. I find it incredibly hard to strike a good balance of being a cool, collected, and calm-natured soldier with the occasional outbursts of explosive emotions he's prone too when he's in situations he's not sure of himself in. This current fic you have undoubtedly read will be exploring a take I have on Kafka I'm not sure many people would agree with. Not only that, most of it will be featuring this take through the third person perspective of either Iharu, Reno, or both. Needless to say, my faith in myself was briefly shaken. Thank you again Ice for restoring that.

TL:DR, I will be continuing this fic, I shall just give no fucks about it.

The IhaReno fic follows a similar problem. It's A fic written entirely from Reno's point of view, meaning I have to write that story from the standpoint of his internal monologue. Which, as I have just stated, I still don't have the best grasp of the man. The First Person POV I have no problem with, I've worked with it before. Still, that particular fic is probably not going to see daylight for a while yet, but thats where you lot come into play. I would greatly appreciate any helpful commentary on THIS line of fics specifically surrounding how I could write Reno better. This isn't a ploy for compliments, I GENUINELY feel like I can't write him well enough.

This fic will also be doing double duty as well when it comes to the final and biggest matter at hand, the KafHoshi fic. I had gone into that fic thinking it would just take me a couple months, not suddenly devolving into requiring almost Eight full chapters, which is something I had no previous experience with. I have since learned that I do have the capacity to write that much, I just haven't gotten there yet. That is something I have to work for, an entirely alien feeling for me. ( Not in the sense that I've never had to work for something, but that this is the first time I've ever had the desire to.)

It didn't help that I've been wanting to post all "Eight" (HOPEFULLY it stays to eight) chapters all at once, so as to avoid the possible emotional guilt that would haunt all my days should I have became burnt out on the story and not update it for years at a time. However, to accomplish this task, I was restraining myself from posting every other paragraph because I was desperate for the energy I could gain from all the possible praise and comments I could get from doing so. As an alternative, I hope that from working on this fic and posting the chapters piecemeal, I could built the mental fortitude necessary to bring myself to continue what I'm is sure to be My Personal Odyssey.

I'm sure most of you are going to skip this part, but screw you I feel better now.

[agent794]

My breaker box somehow I think blew a fuse. I can’t access my computer. There’s no power in my room but power In The rest of the apartment.

I would be more upset but then again I was putting off delicate work. Procrastination , killer of dreams

maybe I’ll learn to appreciate it more now that I don’t have access to my work.

[r0semultiverse]

Qrow’s Semblance is Fortune! 🐦‍⬛

I talked about this briefly before, having speculated that Clover’s pin carries on his good luck after death or that Qrow has just done a lot of training mentally and/or physically. @benevolentslut had some amazing additions as well & I want to sum up this theory for you as best as I can as we reached similar conclusions even before I had read her reblog.

Qrow has only been in the negative all his life, mentally and emotionally.

This man has had barely any positivity in his life.

"His whole life he's been the epitome of cynicism and pessimism." - @benevolentslut

Qrow grew up under constant stress & threat of those around him.

Needless to say, but I don't think he could trust anyone he grew up around except maybe Raven.

Then he has to constantly worry about being found out by the other huntsmen! Also growing up with the threat of huntsmen and Grimm the entire time!

Then Oz drops the whole Salem problem on him & I'm sure that didn't help his mental health in the slightest!

"His sister leaves him and their team, and then summer disappears." - @benevolentslut Yeahhhh he is losing everyone close to him in one way or another! That cannot be a fun experience!

This look like the face of a guy that's doing okay?

I'm just going to copy paste this here as I hadn't noticed it & it feels worth noting that the intensity of his misfortune seems to increase with the increasing mental strain.

While we don't know for sure that all of these things are a byproduct of Qrow's misfortune semblance, it certainly isn't out of the realm of possibility. Notice the worsening of his mental health resulting in potentially more disastrous outcomes. 😰

"we see him blaming himself constantly for everything that goes wrong, and it only causes that to become more true." - @benevolentslut

She lists a lot more examples of where Qrow's semblance has potentially worked this way in the original post. Clover comes along & starts lifting him up, giving him actual hope. He now has a little seed of hope planted in him. 🍀

Wow, Qrow is doing so good for himself lately! I sure hope nothing-

Oh... oh no. From his perspective Ruby & Yang could literally be dead. He is stricken with grief as he watches it all unfold & probably sunk back down into a negative spot mentally. He may even blame himself in some way.

When you're this low, there's a saying that goes "nowhere to go but up."

I firmly believe that Qrow would see things that way, especially after reaching his lowest point. He can only do his best to help those around him. Though he's the most alone he's ever been, he's becoming a part of a new community where people help one another. In that sense, it's impossible to be alone. In spite of it all, he slowly finds his mental health improving! Ruby's message to the world is bringing people together! 🌹

"and we see him take up clover's role, both in terms of how he's helping out around shade, and more literally, in the unmissable parallel where he catches the guy who trips." - @benevolentslut

Ruby & Clover have both filled him with hope & he's more optimistic than he's ever been, which results in bursts good fortune! ✨

There's also already a premise for shifts in mental health and trauma resulting in semblance evolution.

Cinder betrayed Neo & so she winds up in the Ever After & through her form changes is showing us that she now has negative feelings towards Cinder.

She's so upset that her semblance starts to make multiple clones of her which it has never been able to do before. Her Overactive Imagination semblance has evolved due to the state of her mental health.

Her semblance begins to evolve so much to where she can create entire architectural structures and buildings out of it!

She can even use it to talk through the people she recreates, something she's not physically capable of herself.

While we do have to take into account that the Ever After plays by rules that are a little bit different at times; this absolutely confirms that semblances, much like people, can change & grow! 💪

My conclusion: Volume 10 & beyond will show Qrow's personal semblance evolution as he finds out that his power is actually Fortune itself & the ability to control it, good and the bad.

[hecate-valentine]

Dirty Valentine

Pairing: Vincent Valentine x OC (Laena)

WARNINGS: Mentions of past rape, self-harm, abuse and assault, experiments, creepy Hojo and horrible corporations, creepy and perverted old man. Themes of religious guilt. Psychological trauma

Content Warning: Oral sex, (F! receiving) breast play, vaginal fingering, inexperienced but also VERY experienced Vincent, praise kink, female orgasm, first-time orgasm, creampie

Word count: 8048 (help)

The rest of the group had long since retired for the night. All except for Vincent and Laena, who sat beside each other in front of the fireplace's dwindling flame in the camp's center. The orange of the fire illuminated both of their features, and Vincent found himself struggling not to turn and look at Laena. It has been a long while since she first joined the group, and in that time, Vincent and the Cetra woman grew to be close. After the death of Aerith, Laenas’ cousin, she spent many long nights awake, quietly sobbing and trembling, making her leave the comforts of the tent she shared with Vincent and go wherever she could letting loose her frustrations and grief.

Many instances occurred where Vincent would find her away from the camp, offering her comfort and solace in his presence. He was not too close to Aerith, but he knew the pain that came with losing a close friend and family member. And the longer he spent in her presence and knowing her, he grew even more moonstruck with her. She was kind, sweet, and most of all, innocent, contrary to what she thinks because of what had happened to her during her captivity at Shinra. 

He wanted to fight these feelings of affection because of the things that happened to Lucrecia, but he was no longer in control of what his heart wanted. It terrified him. These feelings were solidified after a rough transformation during a fight and a daring rescue. Everyone scattered away from Vincent as he struggled to regain control, destroying everything in his path and roaring. Laena was the only one who didn’t run away from him. Instead, she approached him, extending a hand and a firm look in her eyes as she looked into his. The beast wanted to tear Laena to shreds and eat her insides, but Vincent wrestled with that part of him, eventually winning as he crashed to his knees and turned back to his human form, breathing heavily and coughing blood. She quickly attended to him and kept him grounded, even as Barret and Cid helped him back to camp. 

Especially the time after she had first joined the group. It was two weeks after she was found. The group had gone scouting the land and surroundings for more resources. Laena was still much too weak, so she stayed behind with Yuffie and Tifa to watch over the camp and her. Many squads of the best Shinra troops set upon the camp, looking for her. Yuffie and Tifa were overwhelmed and sent Laena off to find the group for aid. Laena was cornered on a tall cliff, the troops pushing her closer and closer to the edge.

Luckily, the group emerged on an opposing cliff that was closer to the water. With one small misstep, Laena fell from the cliff. Vincent, being Vincent, was the first to respond and quickly sprouted wings, flying to her and catching her in mid-air. Once on the land after flying back up with Laena in his arms, Vincent made quick work of dealing with the troops that pushed her off. He was furious and violent. 

Laena remembered those days very clearly. It was only a few days after Aerith died and Laena needed to find a way to repay Vincent for being there for her when she needed someone and protecting her from the troops. She stayed beside him for five days, watching over him and using whatever magic she could to ease any injury from his intense transformation. She never left him. 

Vincent turned his head to Laena as she looked up at the night sky. It reminded him of the day that they first talked together.

“The moon is beautiful, isn’t it?” He asked, repeating what she first told him the first time they interacted. She turned her head, looking at him with a raised brow. She chuckled and looked down, hiding her face.

“Don’t make fun of me, Vincent.” She jested. He hid his face behind the high collar of his cloak, hiding the small smile on his face. She removed her gloves and held her hands out before the fire. His eyes wandered over her hands and to her arms and then her face. She was pale, no matter how long she spent under the sun, her skin never darkened. She had long red hair that flowed in waves down her back and chest and bright green eyes. Her face was decorated with freckles that went down her arms and faded into less sparse ones on her hands. Much like Vincent, she wore black and red colors. A black long-sleeve shirt that clung to her with a long red overcoat and black pants and boots with black leather gloves. The shirt was low-cut enough to reveal her collarbone and not hide the pendant she wore that held her summoning materia. Much like Aerith, she took to the mage route, and after Aerith passed, Laena inherited the staff that was used by the younger and half-blooded Cetra. Laena quickly proved to be a force to be reckoned with when she pulled the staff out, making the group frightful whenever she was ready to attack.

Except Vincent. In many instances, whenever they were surrounded, the two of them stood back-to-back. Though both of them were more capable of long-range attacks, they weren’t afraid to get down and dirty, that much was known when Laena dealt with a Demon by charging it and pulling out a knife, stabbing it through the head. As it fell, lifeless and trembling from its nerves being struck, there was a shift in the air surrounding the party, and it came from Laena. She climbed on its body, repeatedly shoving her knife into its head, blood spraying out on the ground and her face and clothes. The party watched as she did this while sobbing. 

Vincent watched as well, his eyes wide with shock and partially horror. The way she was acting, was a trauma response from whatever happened to her at Shinra. He approached her and pulled her from the corpse, holding her close and turning his back on the body, hiding her from its view.

“Let me go!” She screamed and cried, even going to hold the knife once more with the intent of stabbing Vincent. He grabbed her wrist, stopped her, and spoke to her in an attempt to calm her down.

“Laena, please. It’s alright. You’re not there anymore.” His voice was clear and loud enough for only the two of them to hear. Her cries ceased, and her screams fell into silence. Her breathing was heavy and her eyes closed. She dropped the knife and went limp in his grip.

“I’m sorry.” She whispered, her voice cracking. He shook his head, shushing her, placing his gauntlet-covered hand on her head, caressing her to calm her down. Later that night at camp, when Vincent had asked her about what happened to give her a reaction like that, she told him the whole truth: She was sold to Shinra at ten years old by her stepfather when her mother died in childbirth. Her stepfather worked with Shinra and had told her she was going to get a better education through Shinra, but she found out later he gave her over to them for a promotion. Much like other Cetra’s that were taken by Shinra, like her cousin and aunt, she was experimented on daily, experiments that turned her into something else, something not entirely human. But all that changed when she turned eighteen. 

The President raped her, many times until she escaped when she was 24 years old. She was damaged, ruined, in her eyes, violated, and left to rot. Everything that transpired since then was done purely to break her, body and mind, so she could lead Shinra to the Promised Land for the boundless Mako that was said to be there as a mindless puppet. Many of the things that were done to her by the hands of Hojo and his department included forcing her to listen to the recordings of the President forcing himself on her, making her listen to how she cried and screamed for help, and begging him to stop. But he never did, not until he got his fill and left her battered, bruised, and bleeding. Other methods included physically assaulting her and running various tests on her. For all the years of abuse she endured at the hands of the President, she had never once fallen with a child. In Hojo’s words, it was “a curious circumstance, one to be explored”.

Vincent was disgusted. Not with her, never with her, but with Shinra. He was disgusted at how they could treat someone like her as a toy to be used for some old man and how no one once stepped in to stop. But how could they have when no one but the President, Hojo, and the R&D Department knew of her existence in the tower? He was angry beyond reason, at both the company and the world for letting that happen to her, and angry at whatever God there was that sat back and watched these acts against her. His anger towards the corporation grew when she showed him the several scars along her wrists, inflicted by her and her alone.

“I wanted control over myself. But I…also felt the need to punish myself and to remind myself that I am still a human, no matter what they did to me.”

“You were a child.”

Vincent let his eyes fall on Laena once more. He debated speaking up about how he thought about her, but he knew it would be better to get it off his chest rather than letting it fester inside and then watching something horrific happen to her before his very eyes while he is unable to stop it. He feared her death more than any possible rejection he would receive from her. 

“You are very beautiful, Laena.” He spoke up. She quickly turned her head to look at him. She met the gaze of his red eyes that stared intensely at her. They were full of affection for her, and honesty. He was always brutally honest with those in the camp, even in the case where honesty was not necessary. Laena smiled and turned her head from him.

“Thank you, Vincent. I…wish I knew how to respond to that.” She said and turned her head back to look at him. He shook his head.

“You don’t have to respond. And thank you for…watching over me after that transformation.” Vincent said. Laena smiled and nodded. That damned smile. He adjusted to sit closer to her, their legs only an inch away from each other now. She kept her head facing him, watching his expressions and body language.

“You’re welcome. I thought it necessary considering how you stood by me when Aerith left us. Now you owe me.” Laena jested with a smile. Vincent chuckled and raised a brow at her. His collar was lower now, showing Lavena the small smile that covered his face.

“Oh, do I?” He asked. She nodded, still smiling. Both of them started leaning in closer, not realizing they were doing that.

“Yes, you do, Valentine.” She said. Both of them realize they were both leaning in when their faces were only inches apart, their breaths were light, but both can feel it on their faces. Laena pulled back, her face turning bright red. Vincent was amused by her face turning red, making him smile even more.

“I’m…going to bed, Vincent. Goodnight.” She said and stood up. Something stirred in Vincent as he watched her reaction, like a sort of confidence and satisfaction. He nodded and looked to the fire once more.

“Goodnight, Laena.” He said. He watched her walk to their joined tent. She paused before turning her head, seeing Vincent looking at her. She shot him a look, full of mischievous playfulness, almost like she was inviting him to join her for some…explicit behavior. He was hesitant to respond, considering her past experiences with sexual behaviors. Damnit all. Vincent stood from the ground with a sigh and approached her, slowly. She stepped into the tent and turned the heat lamp to its dimmest setting.

Vincent stepped into the tent after her, pulling off his cape and setting it on his bedroll. Once aside, Vincent approached Laena. His body was inches away from hers, back to front. So close, yet so far. Reaching his gauntleted hand out, he grasped her shoulder, holding in a soft grip. With his hand on her shoulder, he inched forward, pressing their bodies together.

“I won’t do anything to you that you don’t want me to. Understand?” He asked. Was he misinterpreting the look she gave him? He couldn’t help not thinking that, making himself anxious and uncertain of himself and his feelings. She turned her head, looking at him over her shoulder. His head was inches from hers, his eyes never left her. They burned with an intense flame that coursed through Laena. 

“Understood. But I ask that you be patient with me. Please?” She told. He nodded, leaning his head forward, pressing their heads together.

“I will. I would rather feed myself to a horde of Death Claws than force you into something you aren’t ready for.” He said. Laena chuckled and kicked off her boots. Her feet came in contact with the furs that she had collected over the travels.

“I’ll keep that in mind.” She responded. Vincent chuckled and stepped back, pulling off his gauntlet, gloves, and boots with the gold sabatons. “I must admit, I have no idea what I’m supposed to do now, only what’s to come, and even then I’m still...” She fiddled with her hands and turned around as she fell silent, looking away from Vincent. He reached a bare hand forward, brushing her hair from her shoulder.

“Then let me take the lead. I’ll be as slow as you want me to be. And I promise you that I will never do anything to hurt you on purpose. You can trust me, Laena.” He said. His head leaned in closer to her neck, breathing on it softly. She shivered at his breath on her neck.

“I know I can.” She whispered. Vincent’s eyes stuck to her neck. He subtly bit his lower lip as he stared. His hand on her shoulder lowered to her waist with his other in tow. He was very careful with touching her, being wary of setting off a reaction.

“Do you trust me enough to let me kiss your neck?” He asked. She nodded. He raised a hand from her waist to her chin, turning her head to look at her. “Use your words, Laena.”

“I trust you.”

“Thank you, Laena.” He pressed his lips to her neck, softly kissing along her skin. Her hands clenched and her body shivered at the touch of his lips on her neck. She gasped as he licked at her neck, his hand instinctively clawing at her waist, pulling her impossibly closer to him.

“Vincent.” She whisper-moaned. He pulled away from her neck.

“Yes?” He questioned. His voice hit right in her ear and sent shockwaves down her body, making her shiver. Vincent chuckled to himself as he felt her shudder against him, showing she was getting ready. “You’re aroused, aren’t you, Laena?”

“You seem pleased at that.” She said. He hummed and nodded, leaning into her neck once more.

“Yes, I am, especially because I have your consent and trust.” He said. He kissed her neck again, his hands beginning to instinctively claw again on her waist. Laena began reaching for the bottom of her shirt, only for Vincent to reach first and pull it off over her head. Once her shirt was off, he went for the clasps of her bra, expertly unclasping it and tossing it aside. She felt tense as Vincent stepped away, his eyes scanning over her. She was beautiful, full of life, and plump at the touch. His hand reached out, his fingers dancing along her collarbone. She was soft to the touch, like velvet over a fire.

“You are very beautiful, Laena. You should be worshipped like the Goddess you are, and I gladly will.” He said and leaned in, kissing her fully on the lips. 

And then he kissed me, with all the power he could muster, making up for all the moons, weeks, days, minutes, and seconds our chapped lips hadn’t been touching, and finally, finally it felt like the world wasn’t burning around me.

She gasped into the kiss, her hands raising and grabbing his shoulders. Her chest bloomed and grew heavy at his careful touch and kiss, sending her into overdrive with emotions she has never felt before from a man. His kiss radiated down her spine as he stole her last breath, a chill rushed through her core and the goosebumps that followed were inevitable. As their tongues locked and slide against each other, her heart fluttered with desire and its steady drumbeat silently made its way between her thighs. She was indeed kissed, kissed by a gentleman, a gentleman who know how to kiss her soul.

The last time she felt this happy was during her moments with her mother, Valaena. Her eyes grew wet with tears. Not tears of sadness, anguish, regret, or fear, but joy and happiness, and relief. This was it…the feeling she had wanted for so long.

Vincent pulled away from her lips, his forehead pressing against hers as his eyes met hers, seeing the glossy tears in them.

“Are you alright, Laena?” He asked. She stared at him, her mind going blank for a moment as she tried to find the words to tell him she was indeed alright. I don’t know how to feel, but I wanna try. I don’t know how to feel, but someday I might. Someday I might. I think I forgot how to be happy, something I’m not, but can be. Something I’ve waited for. She could only nod at him, a smile slowly forming on her lips.

“I am now.”

Vincent stilled as he heard her speak. Her mind swam with thoughts and feelings, as did his. How should I initiate this? What can I do to make her comfortable? What can I do to make her happy? What can I do to keep her safe from her mind and Shinra? Nothing, but I will die trying. 

“You seemed lost for a moment.” He observed. A hand lowered from his shoulders and grabbed a hand of his, interlocking fingers. Vincent looked towards their joined hands before looking back up at her.

“I’m just…happy.” She responded. He felt his mind go silent with his concerns as he heard those words. He was relieved that he was doing something right for her. The fact that something so minimal as a kiss worked to ease her comforted him and relieved him. He would do anything for her to help her become comfortable with this experience. She released his hand and removed her other hand from his shoulder, instead going to his attire. Her hands went to the buckles, unbuckling them and pulling the top off once completely open, tossing it to the ground of the tent. 

She stared at his form, eyeing the several scars that covered him. Alongside the scars, his skin was just as pale as his face, and no hair grew on his chest, except the coarse patch on his lower stomach that went into his pants, his arms were the same, covered with thin sparse black hair. She reached out a hand, her finger caressing the y-shaped scar that went from his chest to his stomach, making him shiver and grab her wrist. She jolted at the sudden touch and looked up at him. She expected anger and disgust from her touching him, but when she saw his eyes she was met with gentleness and slight fear.

“No one has…ever seen me like this. Am I repulsive to you?” He asked. She shook her head quickly and lowered her head, her lips hovering over the scar. She glanced up at him through her eyelashes and pressed a gentle kiss to the middle of the scar. He sucked in air and ran his hands through her hair. He kissed the top of her head. Such a simple act of intimacy and both of us are drunk on it. As she kissed him, she took in his scent, a sweet concoction of beauty. Plums, jasmine, and red berries made him up. Scents as beautiful as him.

Laena stepped back. She reached her hands out toward his pants, before hesitating and looking up at him. He nodded and she began unbuckling his pants. Halfway through the process, she seized and turned her back on him. He knew she was afraid, and he didn’t want to pressure her into continuing if she was fearful. He removed his pants, letting them fall to the ground, and stepping out of them. Vincent grabbed her hand, holding it gently as his thumb caressed the back of it.

“I’m sorry.” She apologized. He shook his head, stepping forward but keeping a bit of space between them.

“Don’t be. It’s alright to be afraid in your case.” He fell silent, listening to her breathing and any signs of her being uncomfortable, but found one. “Do you wish to continue?” She nodded.

“Don’t agree just because I want to be close to you. Think for yourself, Laena. Do you really wish to continue?” He repeated. She paused and thought about it. She had been with the party a while, and through that time she and Vincent had grown close, first as friends, and now as potential interests. Potential? Be realistic, Laena. She liked him. She really liked Vincent. He was kind to her, gentle, careful, and understanding. Vincent had never pressured her into speaking out about what happened to her as Cid did which resulted in a heated argument between Cid and Vincent after Laena disappeared from camp crying her heart out, or questioning why she had a key with a small flower charm on her at all times. Both of them were damaged souls that were chewed up and spat out by Shinra, but they both found comfort in each other's presence and words.

“I do wish to continue, Vincent.” She said. Vincent nodded and stepped forward more, his body meeting hers. His hands went to her sides, going down to her pants. She grabbed his wrist as he went to the laces of her pants. She looked at him over her shoulder, her eyes wet with tears once more. 

“Sor-” Vincent silenced her apology by kissing her once more. She held the back of his head as he kissed her, his black hair seeping through her thin fingers. The kiss distracted her as he unlaced her pants. A stray tear ran down her cheek, which Vincent wiped away as he pulled from the kiss.

“I don’t want you to apologize to me ever again for something out of your control, Laena,” Vincent whispered. She nodded and turned once more to face him. He leaned forward, kissing her on the forehead. He pulled back after a brief moment, looking her in the eyes.

“I’m going to remove your pants. Is that alright with you?” Vincent asked. She looked at him for a brief moment, thinking about his question, and nodding. Slowly, he knelt to one knee before her, his hands, large and warm, went to the waistband of her pants, pulling them down along with her panties slowly in case she wanted him to stop. But she never stopped him. As he pulled them down, his lips ghosted over her stomach, before slowly pressing a kiss to her skin, making her gasp and shudder. He chuckled and stood from his knee, reaching up and running a hand through her hair. She stepped her legs out of the pants, putting them aside.

“You are very beautiful, Laena. Contrary to what you believe of yourself, but it is what I believe. You are very beautiful.” He whispered. She pressed her lips together and looked down, her pale cheeks blushing. He held a finger under her chin and lifted her head.

“Don’t hide yourself. I want to see that face and every reaction you have to me.” Vincent said. She slowly nodded and reluctantly met his eyes.

“What now?” She asked. Vincent smiled and placed his hands on her hips and picked her up into his arms. She stared at him like he was crazy for the forward movement, but accepted it willingly. He was warm. Very warm, and full of hard muscle. And that was just his chest. Several smaller scars covered him but were only noticeable when she was much closer. They almost faded completely into his skin, like they didn’t exist, but when she held a hand to his shoulder to support herself in his grasp, she could feel them. 

He chuckled, “Don’t worry, you are very light.” Carefully, he lowered to his knees and laid her on the furs of her bedroll, her legs spreading to fit him between them. Several were collected just for the sake of not being close to anyone on cold nights. Before her feelings for Vincent grew strong to where they are now, she refused to be close to him in any way out of both fear and discomfort. What was coming goes far beyond sleeping close to each other. 

“What are you planning to do to me now, Vincent?” She asked. Her voice was low and meek, full of curiosity but hints of fear, which was easily picked up by Vincent. He placed a hand on her cheek, his thumb caressing the skin.

“I am going to prepare you before I do anything too drastic. Is that alright with you?” He asked. His eyes bore into hers, full of lust and desire, but also care and love. She nodded, he shook his head and held a finger under her chin, “Speak, Laena. I will not answer to your silence.”

“Yes, it’s alright with me, Vincent.” 

“Thank you, Laena.” Removing his finger from her chin, Vincent held a hand to her collarbone, his fingers caressing her skin, going lower and lower until reaching her lower stomach. Her body shivered as he did so, making goosebumps rise along where he touched her. He was amused by her reaction, getting pleasure from the way she took it, but not enough to drive him further without getting her complete trust in what is to come.

He pressed a kiss to her lips, soft and gentle, but full of fire and passion. With both the kiss and his hand on her stomach, she felt her arousal growing higher, making her wet, but also confused. Vincent pulled back and looked at her puzzled face.

“What is it?” He asked. She opened her mouth to speak but struggled to find the right words to describe what she was feeling and thinking of. Until she finally did speak, and her cheeks grew bright pink.

“Why am I…oh, this is embarrassing.” She said and covered her face with her hands. Vincent chuckled and grasped her wrist, massaging the skin carefully.

“You can tell me anything, Laena. What is it?” He asked. She exhaled and lowered her hands from her face, still having rosy cheeks. She continued to struggle to speak, both out of disgust with how her body felt so needy and fearful of how Vincent would react to her.

“Down there, why am I…” She giggled nervously and turned her head away from him. Then he got her meaning, also chuckling along with her. She was so innocent, and cute, but Vincent must remember why she approached this with that reaction.

“Wet, hmm?” He asked, a small grin on his face. She nodded and turned her head back to look at him. “It’s a reaction, Laena. It’s your body preparing yourself and making you wet to decrease the risk of painful friction and injuries.”

“Oh. I didn’t know it could do that.” She spoke. Vincent said nothing to respond, but in the back of his mind, he knew why she never experienced that. So many life experiences were robbed from her in that damn tower, and he was furious. But now was not the time to be thinking of that, but instead taking her mind off it and giving her the pleasure she was never able to experience.

His fingers on her stomach caressed her skin while his other hand went to her thigh, kneading the skin and easing any potential discomfort.

“Is it alright if I touch you lower?” He asked. Laena looked at him, confused at his question, until it hit her. She blushed profusely and slowly nodded. She knew it was necessary, but the possibility of whatever feeling she was gonna get terrified her. This is Vincent Valentine, not the President. I have nothing to fear from him. 

“Yes.” She responded. He smiled and kissed the tip of her nose. His hand went even lower from her lower stomach, eventually coming to her folds. Her hands reached his shoulders as he ran his fingers along her slit. Laena bit her lower lip to keep herself quiet, but the way her legs quivered and her hips instinctively rocked against his hand gave her away. Vincent grinned.

“Good girl.” He praised. She whimpered as she heard him speak, her body also reacting to his words. She grew wetter, and Vincent chuckled.

“It seems you liked that.” He commented. Her cheeks grew enflamed once more.

“Don’t make fun of me,” Laena whined. He laughed lowly and shook his head.

“My apologies, I did not intend to make you think that. I was making an observation, is all.” He said. Before she could respond to his response, she lowly moaned as his fingers gathered her wetness and spread it over her folds and clit, making her legs shiver once more. His mind began growing foggy as he heard her reaction. Such a sweet sound. He grinned once more at her.

“Such a beautiful sound, like music to my ears.” He said. She covered her face with her hands once more, hiding herself.

“Shut up.” She said. He chuckled and leaned his head into her neck, pressing his lips to her pulse. Her heart beat like crazy under her skin, even more as his lips held their place on the artery. Her hands remained on his shoulders, tightening as he continued using his fingers on her. When he slipped one of his fingers inside her, she whined and dug her nails into his skin.

“You’re so warm, Laena.” He spoke, his lips still on her neck, steadily going lower. Lower and lower until his lips touched her collarbone, the valley between her breasts, her stomach, until he was hunched over Laena, his lips barely ghosting her very inner thigh and his arms sliding underneath her thighs. He looked up at her, his eyes asking the question for him.

“Yes.” She whispered. He smiled a smile that made his eyes crinkle and gleam. He leaned in slowly. He breathed out on her clit, making her shudder, the hot breath tickling her nerves. Her hands now found purchase on the furs beneath her, holding it tightly in her hands. His tongue came out, licking up her slit, her legs quivered in her response and her mouth fell open, a loud whine coming from her lips. His tongue spoke a thousand strokes. Dirty Valentine.

“V-Vincent..!” She whined. Thank God their tent was further from camp. He grinned, though she could not see it. One hand came to her clit, his thumb pressing down, and rubbing in slow circles. Laenas’ breath grew heavy as Vincent worked her, eventually moaning as his other hand raised and he dove a finger inside her, still licking and tasting her wetness. Just like herself, her taste was sweet. Sweet like melons, figs, and prunes, and the strongness of these tastes further fuzzed his mind as he continued. 

He looked up at her, his pupils dilating to all hell as he saw her eyes were sealed shut and her cheeks were rosy. She was just as lost as he was. Very carefully, he slipped a second finger inside her, making her yelp in shock and arch her back off the furs. He shushed her lightly.

“Shh, it’s alright.” He said before lifting his thumb from her clit, instead replacing it with the tip of his tongue. She writhed beneath his tongue, and her nails dug into the furs she laid on, they were steadily growing damp from the sweat that culminated on her skin.

“Please, I want…it feels so good, but I want…” She fell silent from the feelings that sent her mind into overdrive. Vincent pulled back and looked up at her. Her eyes were dazed and glossy, barely focusing on him. His fingers moved slowly inside her, gathering her arousal and stretching her for him.

“What do you want, my dear?” He asked. Laena couldn’t get the words out, her breath too heavy to speak and her mind too far gone with these first-time feelings she was experiencing. But, when she was able to speak, she was still struggling. She struggled even more when she saw him stick his fingers that were previously inside her into his mouth, tasting her even on his fingers and tongue.

“You. I want to feel all of you.” She whispered. He hummed and nodded. He was amused with her reaction, and a part of him was growing confident in himself and what he could do. He steadily moved back upwards, his lips ghosting over her skin once more before he was face level with her. Vincent pressed a kiss to her lips, letting her taste herself on him. One of his hands held her hip while the other held her thigh, raising the leg. Her eyes shot open when she felt the tip of his cock brushing her clit. She whimpered against his lips as she felt it, also calling his attention to it. He pulled himself from her lips.

“You’re not scared, are you? If you are, I can continue with my fingers instead.” He offered. She shook her head. Something within her stirred, making her bring a hand off the furs and down to his cock, the hand wrapping around him. It was his turn for his cheeks to flush. He groaned at her touch and his head fell back, his face scrunching.

“What you did to me with your mouth, I want to do to you.” She spoke. Vincent was bewildered by her newfound boldness and confidence, but he didn’t fight it. But, he did shake his head.

“Not tonight. Tonight is about you and you alone, Laena.” Vincent spoke through his reactions to her. She sighed and nodded. She knew where he was coming from, he was looking out for her, but that didn’t stop her from wanting to do the same. Another time, perhaps. She released her hand from around him, instead going to his jawline, and her other hand followed.

“Another time?”

“Another time.”

Vincent leaned his head forward, connecting their foreheads, and staring into her eyes, the green meeting the red in an intimate swirl of desire, lust, and love. He closed his eyes, taking a deep breath before he spoke up.

“I feel wrong touching you like this. Like it’s a sin for someone like me to touch and taste you in all these special places. I shall be judged a sinner by God for feeling this way for one of his angels.” His eyes opened as he finished speaking, they were dazed and unfocused as he looked at her. She rose a brow at him.

“God may judge you, but his sins outnumber your own.” They both stared at each other for a moment, before she chuckled. 

“Did you just come up with that?”

“Yes, I did and I do not know where it came from.” He smiled. The hand on her hip raised to her cheek, caressing her with such tender and gentleness.

“Your mind is as beautiful as the rest of you.” He dropped his hands from her, instead placing them on the furs under her and holding his weight up over her body. His eyes remained to stare into her own, but gone was the lust and desire, instead care and love filled them.

“Are you ready? Or do you want me to continue touching you?” He asked. She shook her head, her fingers still on his jawline.

“I’m ready.” She said. He nodded. His long hair brushed along the sides of her face, tickling her and making her smile. He tutted and lowered his head to her chest, his lips ghosting over her skin once more.

“But first…” His eyes landed on her breasts. His lips moved to them, inches away from making contact, his breath hitting her skin and making goosebumps form. A hand removed itself from the furs, going to touch her left breast carefully. His hand was warm against her skin. His lips made contact with her right breast, kissing it and making her gasp and shudder beneath him.

“Oh, oh, Vincent.” She moaned and placed her hands on his head, his black hair spilling from between her fingers. He hummed against her skin while his hand was on her left breast. He took his time, nipping and kissing the skin of her breast while his hand caressed her other one. Until he wrapped his lips around her hardening nipple, making her groan while his hand pinched the other one.

“Vince-!” The call of his name fell silent when he bit down on her nipple, but her mouth remained open with a silent cry. Vincent chuckled and pulled away from her body.

“Apologies, but they were calling my name, Laena.” He said with a cheeky grin on his face. She scoffed and rolled her eyes at him.

“Oh, shut up.” She said, chuckling to herself. He grinned and dropped his hands from her body, instead placing one by her side while the other went to himself. She looked down to where his hand went, her eyes widening with both surprise and a tiny bit of fear. His size was large, very large, and very thick. Hot and hard as steel. How the hell was he walking around with that in those tight leather pants? He noticed her surprise.

“Are you scared? Or just surprised?” Vincent asked. Laena shook her head, moving her hands to his shoulders. They were very strong, much like the rest of him.

“No, not scared, but surprised. You are certainly, ehm, large.” Laena responded. He smiled and pressed their foreheads together once more, their eyes connecting as well.

“Which is why I wanted to properly prepare you, dear.” He responded. The hand that went to himself wrapped around his shaft, rubbing himself along her clit, further stimulating her. Her hands on his shoulders tightened and dug her nails into his skin. She moaned quietly and tilted her head back into the bedroll.

“Oh, oh, Vincent, please, I want you.” She pleaded. He nodded. His head went into the side of her neck. The hand on his shaft went to her thigh, holding her as he began the slow descent of sliding inside her.

She whined and whimpered as the tip of his cock split into her. He deeply moaned in her ear at the feeling of her warm wetness around him. The sound right in her ear made her clench around his tip. Fire ran through her veins, setting her nerves alight. He stopped when the noise of her reached his ears.

“Do you want more or do you need a minute?” He asked. Laena shook her head. Her breath grew heavy very quickly at the feeling and the sensations that ran through her.

“Don’t stop. Fuck, don’t ever stop.” Vincent was baffled by how vulgar she suddenly became. But it was a welcome surprise. He felt like he was seeing the real Laena beneath the disguise she mustered from her captivity. She pressed a hand between his shoulder blades, nails continuing to dig into his skin while the other grabbed at the furs beneath her, hanging on for dear life and keeping her mind in one piece. 

His own went to her thigh, while his other trailed up her arm with gentle caresses until threading their fingers together, pressing their joined hand into the furs. He was careful with Laena, even as he slowly inched deeper inside her until he was buried to the hilt. The stretch of her walls around him after much build-up was nothing short of euphoric for both of them. She writhed beneath him, and her cheeks flushed. Her walls pulsed around him, making his restraint begin to grow thin. He was surrounded by only her. Her touch, her scent, and her presence. He wanted to give in to the animalistic desires that grew in him, but he knew he had to hold back for her sake.

Her comfort must come before his pleasure.

“Still alright?” He asked. She didn’t trust her words, so she nodded. In truth, it was perfect. He felt utterly divine inside her, hitting all the spots and reaching places inside her she never knew existed. Her grip on their joined hands tightened when he slowly started thrusting inside her at a slow and steady pace. Nothing too fast for her, but enough that had her legs shaking. Enough for her back to arch off the furs and press her chest against his own and her head fell back, exposing her throat to him. 

His lips ran over her throat, before kissing along the skin. Just like the rest of her, he was careful to not leave any mark along her skin that was too noticeable. It was nothing short of relief with him inside her, their hands joined and his lips kissing her. 

Laena wrapped her trembling legs around his waist, pulling him close to her and deeper inside her. Vincent grinned at her advancement, pleasantly surprised at her initiative. She felt like she could cry from the sheer intensity of the new angle as his cock reached deeper inside her, but she held it back with a bite of her lip.

“Keep biting like that and you’ll bleed.”

“Will you kiss it better if it does?”

“I’ll kiss every inch of you if you asked it of me, Laena.” She smiled and chuckled. She moved her hips against his as he thrust. He pause and looked at her, whispering an apology as she moaned.

“Don’t be sorry. I want you to move more, Vincent.” She whispered. He nodded and pressed a kiss to her lips as he increased the pace. Her toes curled around his waist in a reaction. She moaned against his lips, stifling the sound so no one would hear how she was practically drooling over his cock. 

But that would be difficult with the sounds of their thighs and pelvis meeting. The tent was filled with the sounds and the smell of sweat and sex. Laena’s hand between his shoulders went into his hair, yanking his head back. His face was also red, and his eyes were closed. He groaned at her action and Vincent continued to groan when her lips met his neck, kissing and licking as he did her. 

He thrust faster and harder in response to her. She cried against his skin. She released his hair, her hand joining the one between his shoulders, and continuing to dig her nails into his skin. Her eyes went wide as she felt something burning within her lower stomach and her walls tightening around Vincent. His groans became low as he felt her approaching her finish. He was anxious to feel her come around him and him coming inside her, but she was afraid of that feeling.

“V…Vincent, what is that?” She asked with her head still in his neck and lips inches from his skin. Their joined hands tensed tighter. Vincent almost didn’t respond from the feeling of her tightening around him, the feeling melting his mind. God, it has been too long since he had last felt this. When he heard her speak, he shook the feeling from him and answered.

“Don’t fight it, Laena. It is the precipice of your pleasure approaching.” He responded. She pulled her head from his neck and looked at him. Her eyes were still wide and full of confusion and fear. Only when he saw the look on her face he did listen to her.

“But, what is it? I’m scared.” She said. He slowed his thrusts down to a slower pace and looked at her. He placed a kiss on her forehead before he reassured her.

“It’s an orgasm, my dear. It is a sudden and involuntary release of sexual tension. It won’t hurt you, Laena.” He reassured. She nodded. He reached for her lips, kissing her once more and pouring all his feelings into it. He picked his pace up once more, Laena yelped against his lips when he reached a spot inside her that made her legs tremble and her tightening around him grow more intense. Vincent smiled and chuckled.

“There you are. Oh, yeah, that felt good, do it again.” He said and hit that spot again. Tears welled in Laena’s eyes from the stimulation of that spot. Vincent groaned much louder as she tightened around him once more. He released their hands and brought his between them, his thumb stimulating and rubbing her clit.

“Come on, my dear. Come for me, Laena. I’m right behind you.” He said, his breath becoming heavy as he grew close. She dug her nails harder into Vincent’s skin, beginning to moan louder. He grew restless and relentless, the same feelings he wanted to suppress to not frighten her. But she was too far gone to care. In fact, she liked it very much.

“Vince, please…kiss me, or I might scream.” She begged. He nodded and instantly attached their lips once more, silencing her cries and screams from her impending climax. One last thrust to that spot sent her over the edge. Her eyes widened and she squealed against his lips. She tightened around him once more as she came around him. He pulled away from her lips as her cries died down.

“Fuck, Vincent, that feels so good, you feel so good. Oh, you’re so perfect, so perfect.” Her praises were endless, and also slurred together as his finger continued stimulating her and his cock continued thrusting inside her.

His eyes rolled into the back of his head as his hips stilled and he came inside her with a groan. Though her legs were already squirming, they did so much harder at the feeling of him filling her. He released his hold on her thigh and his thumb on her clit, instead now holding himself above her to not crush her with him. She wouldn’t have it, she wanted him close to her. She pulled him down, their chests meeting. The tent was filled with them breathing and panting for breath 

“I didn’t hurt you, did I?” He asked. She shook her head. He kissed her cheek before pulling himself from her. She whined in weak protest. His eyes wandered down to her cunt, his eyes gleaming with a mischievous pride as he watched his release flow from her. He raised a finger, collecting what spilled out on his fingers before pushing it back inside her. She trembled and whimpered. He smiled and grabbed her in his arms, moving her to her side and laying beside her.

“What did you just do?” She asked. Her voice was low and scratchy from her cries and moans. He ran a hand through her hair and kissed the back of her neck.

“Keeping it in. I don’t want to dirty these nice furs you have.” He said.

[salemlunaa]

✰ YOU’RE INDUCING FOR CERTAIN, RIGHT? ✰

a lot of you subconsciously doubt yourself, let’s talk about it

stop with the “just incase”, just stop. “I’ll save this post to read just incase i don’t induce the void.”

“I’ll do this tomorrow just incase I fail.”

“Another day in my shitty reality after an unsuccessful night, I hope this is my last day here” (how many times have you said that, may i ask?)

“Just incase I’m not doing right, i’ll check some more posts.”

how many times have you gone through this cycle, waking up after an unsuccessful night hoping it’s your last in the shitty life you live, doomscrolling hoping it clicks for you with each paragraph you read and then “attempting” to “enter”. And when you “fail” to induce, you go back around this cycle.

Inducing pure consciousness doesn’t require a day of “good self concept” or affirming till your brain is mush. However, it helps to have a mindset of knowing, that this IS your last day here in this shitty reality. Knowing that you aren’t going to try you’re going to do. Knowing that there is no “what if i don’t make it” or “just incase i fail” because failure doesn’t exist for you. Being firm instead of wondering if it’s going to work can help a lot.

There is no trial and error for you, stop going into this inducing process “hoping” you’ll do it. Seeing “if” it will work tonight. There is no “if”, “maybe” or “just in case”. There is no attempt and fail for the operant power, there is no trial and error for a god. You just be and you just do. Idc how long you’ve spent in this community there is no week, month or even year long process of trying and failing, because it’s not needed, this isn’t some developmental arc, it’s instant.

You must know that you are inducing for certain. This wavering relationship isn’t helping

There’s no “i’ll try tonight”, if you have decided that tonight is the night then it is, if you have decided you will use this day to shift consciousness then you will. there is no “just incase i don’t” nope, not a thing when you’re a god.

so kill that thought of trying, as soon as you found out about the law you found that you control everything, so why are you trying, attempting, hoping for something in a reality where you control everything, where you can just do? it’s almost as if you think whether you induce the void or not is based on external factors, because if you knew it was you who holds the power you wouldn’t be trying, you would just decide that inducing is simply something you can do.

and i feel like this is a reason a lot of you procrastinate, you’re holding off failure so you don’t let yourself down, but why would you fail if you know it’s you who owns all the power in this reality and it’s riding on you to induce. why would you fail if it all rests in your hands.

you do know it’s you, right? you’re inducing for certain, right? a lot of you need to reevaluate what you actually know about pure consciousness because this “trying” and “failing” to induce wouldn’t exist in your reality if you understood

you can’t try at something when you call the shots

🐬🦩STOP SETTING YOURSELF UP FOR FAILURE AND ACTUALLY APPLY YOUR BELIEF 💋

[crepezinhos]

A Dream Come True

POV: Your favorite character’s banner, Wanderer, is about to come out in a few minutes, and, to contain your excitement for his launch, you decided to begin praying for him to ‘come home’. You’ve been now doing that for the past 5 minutes now while waiting for his splash art to appear in the game’s banners, but you suddenly hear knocks on your door, and the person behind it was a weird ‘cosplayer’.

⚠️ WARNINGS:

— This is a NSFW piece

— Reader is FEMALE and uses SHE/HER pronouns

— Contains: Degradation, praising, usage of toys, edging, overstimulation, slight bruising, power-play and oral/anal sex.

“Scara, please come home… Scara, please come home…” You recited that phrase over and over nonstop, each time making your volume become slightly louder than before due to your comfort in the room.

Your fingers were twirling around each other, your hands fisting against each other tighter and tighter, your forehead resting at the tip of your risen thumbs and your eyes using all their strength to keep themselves closed shut and not let your excitement take over you…

Uuuuuuuggghhhhhh!!!

How much longer do you have to wait for?! Can’t he just launch in the game already?! Why does Hoyoverse have to be so perfectionist about when they launch things in the game?! You’ve been procrastinating your duties for the past hour now just for this occasion!

You couldn’t help but open your eyes due to your overwhelming impatience and they immediately aimed at your screen in search of the current banner’s timer.

2 minutes left

Oh!

Ok! It isn’t that bad! Your praying has really helped time run faster, didn’t it?!

You smiled in joy, quickly switching the way you were sat in your gaming chair to one where you were kneeling at it, making your prayers more determined and realistic.

Scara, please come home…

Scara, please come home.

Scara, please come home!

Scara, please come home!

Scara, please come home!

Scara, please come home!

SCARA, PLEASE COME-

Knock knock

Your whole body shivered in shock when you heard such triggering and recognizable noise, making you immediately wake up from your little fantasy.

For God’s sake! Who the heck could it be?! Can’t you enjoy a moment of excitement and joy by yourself for a single minute?!

You forced yourself to participate in reality instead of isolating yourself because of a screen, and got up from your chair to walk up to your dorm’s door, sighing in agony of killing a bit of your mood off.

It would really piss you off if the person behind it was simply someone making propaganda of some stupid, small project, instead of your roommate.

You gently grabbed and pushed the door’s handle down, opening it normally just like any other time.

“God, you really were determined to call my attention, weren’t you?! I’ve never heard any of my fans think this loud about me my entire life! Congratulations, woman, you have summoned me!” The man that was standing immediately begun scolding you as soon as your eyes were making contact, waving and gesturing his hands around to make his irony more obvious, ending his speech with them at his hips.

But you didn’t want, and couldn’t, say anything back in response, because you were too dumbfounded by the man’s appearance.

Why was the person knocking on your door… cosplaying… and acting like Wanderer?

“Hello? Woman on Earth? Cat got your tongue?” He leaned his body down to reach your eye level and brought a hand close to it, just to wave it side-by-side and snap his fingers repeatedly in an annoying manner.

“Who the fuck are you?” You had finally managed to process the information that was given to you, which caused ‘Wanderer’ to immediately sigh in boredom.

“Oh, please, don’t tell me you’re the kind of fan who pretends to be all innocent and unaware of what Genshin Impact even is in the first place...” He rose his body up again and crossed his arms while scolding your attitude.

“What are you talking about..? I’m not—!” You scoffed at what he said about you, but as soon as you remembered again that you were talking to some random, crazy cosplayer of your college, that probably had to stalk you to find out you played Genshin Impact, and that you had a duty to do, you stopped trying to defend yourself, and changed topics. “You know what? Just get out of my dorm, please.” You told the man while using a hand to push the door back to its place frenetically, trying to make him unable to react due to the lack of time.

"Wow, wow, wow, young lady!” You felt the door stiffen at one specific spot before it was fully closed, leaving a small gap between the interior and exterior of your apartment.

Your eyes widened in shock with the man’s audacity and strength, and immediately looked down to see what had happened with your door. ‘Wanderer’ had stomped his foot forward before you could shut the door, serving as an obstacle for the door to not be smacked in his face.

“Is this how you treat your favorite character after he makes the effort of coming all the way from another universe just to check on you?” You could see his eye showing up between that gap, trying to keep making eye contact with you.

“Are you insane?!” You screamed at him, trying to push the door shut with your both palms now, but it didn’t seem to affect him minimally.

You heard him sigh loudly in boredom again, and this time he sneaked his hand through the gap. Instead of doing something physical or harmful to your or your door, it actually did something that made your jaw drop.

An orb.

And not just any orb.

It was an orb that perfectly resembled how Wanderer used his Anemo powers in Genshin. It was a vertex with a black center and Anemo-colored, wind-like, effects around it. Something that also called your attention were the shiny flying wristbands around his wrists, spinning according to how intensely he used his powers.

It was jaw-dropping enough for you to accidentally drop your grip from the door, which finally made the man successful in opening it. Unlike what you would expected from a maniacal cosplayer or the actual Wanderer from Genshin Impact, he simply walked in and closed the door gently, crossing his arms later while staring at your dumbfounded face.

“Was that enough proof? Or do you need me to open a portal, bring to you Tevyat and talk to Nahida to believe that I’m the one and only Wanderer from Genshin Impact?” He asked while walking around your room like he owned it.

“I…” You couldn’t even mumble an answer to everything you had just witnessed.

This had to be some sort of dark joke being done with you, isn’t it?!

“Cat got your tongue again?!“ He turned around just scold you again while directly staring at you, but he frowned his eyebrows right after and put a hand on his chin to think. “Perhaps I wronged the address…” He mumbled quietly, his head frenetically looking at many corners of your room in search of something.

When he saw your computer, whose screen had turned black due to the lack of movement in the mouse, he rushed to it and sat on your chair, his back leaning in a very unhealthy angle. He quickly shook the mouse to turn it on again, meeting his own face stamped at the screen.

“This computer is yours, isn’t it?” Despite your lack of answer to his question, he simply took your silence as an ‘yes’. “Ok, you’ve saved more than 200 wishes… which I’m guessing is for me…” He mumbled to himself, showing a little bit of his ego, while pressing ‘Esc’ with a finger twice.

His eyes widened a little bit when he met the game’s menu and he immediately leaned his body up again with a big, proud smirk in his face.

“Aha! So you are a fan of mine, and a proud one!” He put his hands in the sides of your computer and spun it until the computer’s screen was visible to your eyes.

(Yes that’s my UID. Yes I had to change my name and bio to that for the sake of this fanfic.)

Your cheeks flushed.

How come you’ve never realized how embarrassing this description was?!

“H-Hey! That was a joke I did with my friends!” You ran towards him, trying to stop him from looking at anything else at your game’s account.

“A joke?! Alright then, bet.” He put a hand in front of your chest to hold your body in place, also grabbing on a wrist to make you watch him messing around with your computer.

With his other hand on your keyboard, he pressed Alt+Tab with his thumb and index, immediately landing at Google. You were thankfully not doing anything weird at the moment, after all, all he met on the screen was homework, but that didn’t seem to be what he was looking for.

“You named your AO3 tab ‘Calculator’?! Really?! That’s pathetic!” He pointed directly at the AO3 tab in your favorited pages until the tip of his finger was putting pressure on it, causing you to flush. “What else do we have here..? AO3, Wattpad, Tumblr… oh? I don’t recognize this one.” He clicked at the very last tab, which made you gasp in embarrassment.

“W-Wait, no! Don’t click on tha—!”

AzeruOfficial

The name immediately popped in big, orange letters as soon as his finger pressed on the left side of your mouse, causing him to explode in laugher.

“Azeru?! You listen to this guy’s ASMRs?! Oh, please, why did I even doubt this was the wrong address? The Nahida profile picture was enough to tell that you were a fan of mine. Do you think that’d bring you luck?” He finally rose from your chair and walked close to you while sitting for an answer.

But once again, you couldn’t answer. It would be really embarrassing to admit to your favorite fictional character that you were doing multiple mini rituals to attack more luck in your pulls.

“You know what, Y/N woman? I’ll tell you a secret… we, playable characters of gacha games actually have the powers to choose who wins and who loses 50/50. Nahida chose who won her 50/50s, Cyno chose who won his 50/50s… and I’m about to do the same now with all the desperate people that want me in their accounts, including you! But the thing is… you know how I am, don’t you? I’m gonna judge every little detail about the people who are wishing for me. That means you’re up to judged too! But… I’m gonna give you a personal chance to win my 50/50s… with a deal.” He rose his hands until they landed on your shoulders, massaging them slowly and got closer to your ear with a big smirk on his lips. “I’m gonna get rid of your sexual frustrations, and you’ll get rid of mine.” He initiated, immediately making your eyes widen again.

“WHAT—?!” You tried protesting, but he immediately moved a down to smack your mouth shut.

“We’re gonna have sex, and every orgasm either one of us have, we’ll do a ten-pull! That’ll happen until you finally get the luck of pulling a five-star, which will be around 7 or 8 rounds. There, I’ll be finally judging whether you should win me or not based on how well you satisfy me. If you fail to win the 50/50, then I’ll guess you’ll be owing me another 9 rounds with a total of 18 rounds…” His cheeks grew pink while he explained his idea, his smirk becoming more sadistic and horny within every second.

You pushed his hand away from your mouth while shaking your head side-to-side too in denial and still keeping your fingers around his worst to make sure he wasn’t going to make anything else to you or your home.

“No! You can’t just barge in my apartment, invade my privacy, and then ask me to have se with you?! I don’t care if you are the real Wanderer or not, this is too much for me!” You screamed at him, but it wasn’t enough for his confidence to die.

“Oh, Y/N, Y/N…” One of his hands moved to your face to hold and caress your cheek. “It’s obvious that you daydream about having sex with me, you’re no innocent woman. Nobody uses AO3 to read SFW shit or listens to Azeru for his SFW audios...” He shook his hand away from your grip and put it on his chest.

You watched his fingers teasingly rub his chest, making your fingers beg for them to be there, until they were at his shoulders, where he slowly pushed his white kimono away from his shoulder, revealing the black-transparent suit he wore under it in a way that made your stomach ache with butterflies.

“I’m the dick you want to proudly ride in that profile description, Y/N.” His forehead slowly leaned closer to yours until they were touching, causing your noses to touch each other next too, and finally… your lips were sealed together.

10 wishes:

Wanderer decided to begin his little game by making you do exactly what your description said: riding him. So, now he was sat lazily at your chair, legs spread, but still with most of his clothes on, while you were hopping up and down on his dick, naked, like you were addicted to it.

“Such a cute little fan… using all your strength to accomplish your sexual need of fucking your favorite fictional character…” Wanderer praised you while giggling in appreciation, deciding to move a hand to pinch your nipple playfully, causing you to scream in the spot.

“AAaaaaAHhh~! Fuck, Scara~!” You arched your back and scratched your nails on his shoulders to contain the pleasure he gave you with his touch.

He giggled again, and moved his other hand to your thigh, squeezing it while trying to also use it to pull you closer to him.

“Why are you arching away from me? You’re supposed to be be enjoying me! Come on…” His husky, dominant voice made you immediately push yourself at his direction until your head landed right between his neck and shoulders.

God, almighty.

Now you wouldn’t leave that position even if a teacher banged on your door with your test’s grades on their hands. Such an intimate position was making your pussy gush around his cock.

Your entire body was swirled with his, which meant that every part of your body touching a part of his body. Your legs spread apart, attempting to hug his waist, your arms moving to his back to feel and scratch his every cell, your mouth drooling on his skin…

You were like some true parasite.

“Oh, God! Oh, God!” The ecstasy of sex was numbing your mind into exactly what Wanderer wanted, a cock-hungry slut.

“Good girl… you’re doing really well…” His hand in your thigh rolled down until he was making contact with your ass, proceeding to tap one of the buttocks repeatedly. “You’re really fucking soaked, aren’t you? God, I’ve never heard a pussy doing such mushy noises…” He took advantage of how your head was positioned under him to whisper directly in your ear, making you shiver due to his teasing tone.

“It’s too much! Too much!” You whimpered pathetically, but Wanderer simply ignored and denied you and kept his hands where they were, refusing to help you in the slightest.

“Is my cock making you feel this good, hum?” He threw his head back in the chair, enjoying his peace in that position.

“Ah, yes! I can’t even… believe I’m actually fucking with you..!” Your arms moved upwards to hug his neck in pure need of more words coming out of his mouth.

“Worthless little whore… unwilling to fuck anyone in this enormous school to keep your pussy for a drawing you only see in your screen… I like the dedication, tho, don’t get me wrong~.” He unexpectedly slapped your buttock as an aggressive way to praise and degrade you.

Your walls clenched around him when he did that, causing a deep groan to echo in his throat.

“Oh-ho? Looks like I’m dealing with a masochist! I wonder how else you’re gonna impress me…” He teased you in the ear again.

“I think I’m gonna…” You couldn’t even finish a sentence due to the overstimulation, rubbing your face against his shoulder in worship for the man you were giving yourself to.

“You’re gonna cum? Own… what a cute little kitten… I wish I could help you with that…” He kept his body unmoved in pure laziness of helping you reach an orgasm, leaving you to do all the effort on your own.

You unfortunately needed to push yourself away from him to hop faster and preciser at his cock. Wanderer’s eyes glowed in joy miring at how your sexes were intertwined with each other like they were made for each other, specifically smirking at how his cock was glistened with your arousal.

Your hands instinctively rolled down until your fingers were threaded with his. Just like all the AO3 fanfictions described him to be, his whole body felt soft like pillows, but cold as ice, so his fingers were causing you to feel even more stimulated. You gripped them like you’d die if you ever let go, while he stared up and down at your bouncing body with a perverted smirk that only seemed to grow more and more. You couldn’t believe you were actually riding the cock of favorite fictional character. All you intended to do tonight was simply pulling for him and his weapon, but not plans have changed… for good.

And finally, the aching bulge growing in your womb had finally reached a peak of anticipation and blew all the way down to Wanderer’s cock, which you left perfectly placed at your g-spot, bullying it while your orgasm came down like an angry river. Your whole body trembled and shivered with the orgasm, saliva pooling your mouth.

“My, my…” Wanderer finally decided to move his body, and hooked his sandals in the floor to pull and roll the chair closer to the table where your computer was lying at. “Let’s see if that orgasm is worth an early pity to Hoyoverse…” He moved a hand to pat your head while the other moved to your mouse. “Look at it.” He fisted your hair right and angled it until at least one of your eyes could mire the screen.

The clicker was already resting at the ‘Ten Pull’ option, and he gave himself some seconds before clicking it.

✧ ✦ ✧

You sighed in broken expectation.

“Well… seems like we have some more rounds to go for, don’t we? Hey, at least you got a Faruzan! Perhaps she’s liking to see your determination in pleasing me… the man she was made for.”

20 Pulls:

You never thought you’d find yourself screaming so loud and shameless because of the precision of a man’s thrusts, especially because you knew there would be complaints about it tomorrow.

Shy, quiet, little Y/N being slammed against her own walls by an unreal man. Could it be any more pathetic?

“You seem to be really enjoying this, aren’t you? You even lost sense of your surroundings! You’re between hundreds of dorms, where everyone is quiet and asleep at this time, yet, you still keep screaming like a dog in heat because of the most basic pounding I could ever do to you.” Wanderer pulled your hair from behind using a hand, forcing you to arch your body even more than it already was, while the other one was being used to lock your wrists behind your back together.

Your hands were scratching the concrete walls you were being pushed against so deeply that you could swear you could break it at any moment.

“Or is that… you want people to know you’re being pounded like a whore in here..?” He giggled at that possibility sadistically, enjoying how fucked-out your face already was.

He suddenly pushed your head against the wall again.

“Let me test it, if you may…” His thrusts became faster, bullying your g-spot in a way that made your eyes roll up until you could see starts.

“Tell me, Y/N, are you enjoying being pounded like a fuck-toy by your favorite character, hum?” He leaned down so he could bite your ear while whispering inside it at such a teasing tone.

He grunted right after making it due to your pussy clenching around his cock once again.

“Aahhhh!! Yes! Yes, I am!” You confessed it shamelessly. It really didn’t matter if anyone could hear you screaming. You were usually a victim of these love-making noises, so, now it was your time to make those horny neighbors animals feel your pain.

“Fucking proud slut… Do you think your parents would like to know their daughter is fucking with a pixel?” He continued his degradation. “That their daughter is being used as a cock-sleeve for me while you won’t even get the opportunity to cum?” That line made your eyes widen in shock and slight fear, which made his smile grow in arousal.

“I… won’t..?” You could barely finish your sentence, but it wasn’t necessary for Wanderer, he could understand it all.

“Duh! I’m the one in control of everything in here! You’ll just accept everything that I give you, and I know you’ll enjoy every single second of it because it’s me who’s doing it! The 6th Fatui Harbinger… a puppet created by the almighty Electro Archon… a man who barely has any empathy in his heart…” He pushed the side of your head harder against the wall. “Now, hold your hat, missy! I’m about to cum and I don’t want you to waste a single drop of me, ok?” He talked to you in a sweet, ironic voice, trying to comfort you for the moment that was about to come, when the truth was that he was desperate to see you suffering.

But, finally, he stopped talking and degrading you to focus entirely on his cock bullying your cervix, ravishing your inside like a mush entirely for his pleasure.

Finally, Wanderer punched his cock shut against your cervix, beginning to blow all of his cum inside your womb. He didn’t dare let any of your body to move so you’d take every drop of him in. You screamed due to the slight burn in your womb that his orgasm caused that only fueled Wanderer’s pleasure while spasming.

“Good fucking girl…” He grunted with a deep voice while his dick still spilled thick ropes of cum inside you.

Finally, when it was over, he let your wrists and head go. You rested both parts against the wall, seeing how your wrists were now marked in red because of his gri on them.

He pulled out of you after a few seconds enjoying your warmth surrounding him so passionately. He couldn’t believe he was finding himself so addicted to the feeling of your puffy pussy, so a few butterflies kicked his stomach feeling how your flesh was swollen in arousal, and how its tone had turned into a light pink due to all the movement that has been happening to it.

“Come here, princess…” You felt his hands pull you backwards, quickly turning you over and lifting you up in the air, holding you princess-style while walking around the room.

He walked towards your computer again, your eyes meeting the wishing screen again.

“Go ahead…” He whispered in your ear, influencing one of your resting arms to immediately act in obedience.

Your trembling hand rested on top of the mouse, which was still landed on the 10-Pull button, and you clicked the left side of it.

✧ ✦ ✧

Wanderer giggled at the purple meteor shining at the screen, and even more when you managed to reach the top of the screen and click “Skip”, only to find out there wasn’t even a Faruzan.

“I’m very sorry for that…”

30 Pulls:

“Now, I wasn’t expecting you to accept such an inhumane treatment. When you find a real man to love and care for, are you willing to sell your dignity like this to him?” Wanderer asked while staring at your face like he wasn’t jacking off to you in the most embarrassing position you could ever find yourself in.

Wanderer had mysteriously pulled out two cuffs and a vibrator from nowhere. The cuffs were being used to lock your legs upside down, against your bed’s corner pillars, while he forced your hands to work on your nipples, pinching and squeezing them. While the vibrator was being used to fuck your pussy nonstop, with the extra tease of the vibrations. You didn’t even know your legs could be pulled away from their original position this much, but now, your pussy was entirely exposed to Wanderer with no obstacles, and with no chance of possibly containing that tortuous pleasure that was numbing your mind again.

“I… I..!” You couldn’t answer such an humiliating question.

“Of course you are. It’s written all over your pathetic face.” He suddenly leaned down closer to your face, simply to slap across your pussy hard, causing your legs to shiver, but the way the cuffs prohibited them from reacting too much, making loud metal noises, amused his eyes and ears. “Haha… you really enjoy this sort of treatment, don’t you? I might just take even more advantage of it as well…” You felt his fingers trace all the way down from your bellybutton to your clit, where he meanly pinched it using two fingers.

“NghAaaAHHHh?! Fuck, Wanderer, pleeeeasee!” You whimpered and screamed while a few forming tears glistened your exhausted eyes, and your hips and legs tried to contain the amount of overwhelming pleasure again.

Wanderer smiled like a maniac at the scene.

“What a lovely scene…” He looked down at your pussy, admiring the view of the vibrator thrusting you tortuously at a slow, medium force. “You know what? No need to torture your poor nipples anymore. Use your hands on my dick and worship me, you whore.” He grabbed your right wrist with his other hand and placed your hand right at his tip.

“I don’t know how to… do this…” You whimpered, begging for some mercy, but he simply sighed in boredom in response.

“How many times have you ever even slept with a man, huh? You never did a handjob your entire life?” He scoffed at you. But thankfully, he moved the same hand that was on your clit and placed it perfectly on top of it, and shaped it in a way that perfectly made your fingers hold his cock.

He started to stroke both your hands up and down, trying to guide you into the basic steps of it.

“This is mostly how to stroke a dick, now use your pretty mouth and praise me, bitch.” He guided you with a softer voice, a little merciful at your situation.

You sighed in relief when you felt clit relaxing from all the pain and overstimulation, which immediately called his attention.

“Oh, you think I’m being merciful?” He giggled at you, impeding you from even starting to think about a praise for him, and used his free hand to grab the vibrator’s controller again.

“Force: Maximum… Speed: Medium.” He repeated the adjusts he did to the vibrator according to how his thumb pushed the sliders of it.

Your head rolled backwards in agony of the vibrations being rougher inside you, reaching even deeper parts of your body at a faster pace. More tears rolled down at your face, and your grip tightened around his length instinctively.

“Hummmm… that’s it…” He licked his lips in satisfaction of what he was doing to you while running his other hand in your head playfully. “Keep jacking me off just like that until I cum again.” He took his hand away from yours, now leaving you without any sort of guidance.

But you kept going for it. Although your body was barely keeping up with the vibrator’s effects on you, your mind insisted on reaching both your and his orgasm like it was your only mission in your life, after all, it was your favorite character who you were fucking with.

“Faster, slut. I’m close.” He managed to step a little closer to you so you could stroke him faster, although his knees and legs were already being limited by your bed.

You swallowed all that pooled saliva in your mouth down, trying to stabilize yourself better and focus on achieving both your orgasms. Your clit was also slightly throbbing, slowly growing the amount and intensity of your soon-to-come orgasm.

Wanderer’s cock was slowly leaking pre-cum out of his tip, lubricating your fingers with the help of your own liquids that remained glistened around him. It facilitated your handjob, and it felt even better to Wanderer. To make his orgasm faster, you suddenly had the idea of letting most of your fingers go, only leaving your thumb and your index to do the stroking. You also made sure the size of the circle you did barely fit his length, making the experience slightly painful to him for squeezing him hard, but also suffocating his orgasm to come out as soon as possible. It’s like your fingers were tying to purposefully pump cum out of him.

“You freaking…” Wanderer’s degradations were fortunately being overshadowed by his own pleasure. “It looks like you’ll die without this…” He giggled at your pathetic face. “Don’t worry… it’s about to come. Are you cumming too?” His voice changed to a softer one again.

“Yes, yes! I am, I am!” You screamed in anticipation, enjoying the sensation of vibrator farming an orgasm from you just more and more, quicker than any dick you’ve ever taken.

“Own… that’s too bad.” He suddenly moved a hand down to the vibrator and ripped it away from your hole in a single move.

You screamed in agony feeling your womb ache in pain from the torture of being unfulfilled, trying to reach anything to cum. You desperately tried to reach a hand to your clit, but Wanderer immediately reacted and held it in place with a hand before you could reach it.

“Nuh-uh…” That was the last thing you heard from him before a sudden load of cum started spasming all over your face and chest while Wanderer giggled and moaned in appreciation and fulfilled pleasure.

Even if you were mad for not being allowed to cum, your hand couldn’t help but keep doing its job, even when he was already cumming, or if he had denied you so meanly.

“You look beautiful with cum thrown all around your face like a porn star…” He fisted his length and aimed it better on your face, just to make sure no drop would be thrown in the sheets or pillow. “Pathetic.” His eyebrows frowned, trying to focus his eyes entirely on you. “Are you enjoying having your favorite character cumming around you like some worthless cock-sleeve, hum?” He slapped your hands away from his length and proceeded to guard his dick back to his pants again and begun walking away from you, no matter how needy you were.

Your eyes followed his figure, meeting him leaning down at your table and messing with your computer again.

“I guess I do…” You answered him question.

“Pft… you weren’t actually supposed to answer it, but I’m glad you love me this much. Let’s see if Hoyoverse recognizes your love for me, tho!” He moved to a farther corner, allowing your eyes to mire the screen better as he clicked in the same 10-Pull button.

✧ ✦ ✧

“Tsk, tsk, tsk…” Wanderer crossed his arms and clicked the ‘Skip’ button at the top-corner of your screen before the wishing animation was even done. “Hey, at least Faruzan is watching us! She says you’re deserving of me.” He suddenly turned to you to make that comment.

“Faruzan is… what..?” Your eyes widened a little.

“She can watch us! Gorou and Yanfei can watch us too, actually. Want to say ‘hi’ to her?” He begun walking closer to you again.

“N-No..?!” You immediately nodded your head side-to-side, trying to somehow turn your body away from him, if their perspective came from his eyes.

“Ok, ok! Chill…”

40 Pulls:

“I think I should begin doing to every fan I visit, you know? God, my dick is fucking pulsating because of this shit.” Wanderer said between many deep grunts, arching his head all the way up to the roof while he rolled his feet in the floor.

He was now making you suck his cock while he peacefully sat on your chair, and you were knelt down, still with all that cum spat around your face and the vibrator shoved down at your pussy but in a lower setting. He also made sure to cuff your wrists together behind your back to make sure you had no control over your own pleasure, and just focused on him, no matter how bad the torture was affecting you.

“Sucking me so well… You’re a natural one, aren’t you? You’re just a little smarter for not selling yourself as the whore that you are. But honestly, what could be better than a slutty nerd for a straight man?” Wanderer patted your head with delight, but at the same time still pushing and pulling it up and down on his cock, making you do your job exactly how he likes it.

You were struggling to not choke or gag on his cock, but it was hard, especially when he was looking forward to push all of himself inside you. Luckily, he was being more merciful, for some reason, and you wouldn’t say ‘no’ to it, especially when you believed he would deny your orgasm again.

“This is getting a little boring… should I torture your poor pussy a little bit more..?” He suddenly used the same hand that patted you to pull your hair back, forcing you to do eye-contact with him. “Poor you… can’t even say a word to my question… I guess I’ll just guess that you’d like to say ‘yes’ because you’re a horny slut who’s love to be sucking my cock.” He moved his other hand and grabbed in the controller that was resting in the arm-rest.

When he officially slid the ‘Speed’ option to the right, meaning it has increased, you couldn’t help but open your jaw even wider to let a scream out in satisfaction, but it led you to gag on him right after.

“Good girl… not even daring to pull your mouth away from my cock even if it’s making it harder for you to breathe...” Instead of typically patting your head in praise, he tapped your right cheek with his palm a couple of times, with a strength that made your skin slightly sting, but not enough to make you complain about it. “I might even let you cum…” He angled his head, trying to admire the view of he had of your wet lips wrapping around him, cleaning the stains that were left by you previously, while also trying to act like he was feeling bad for your situation.

Deep down, Wanderer didn’t really care. As long as he got to fill your mouth with his cum and to watch you quiver because of it, he would edge you and fuck you however he liked.

“Prepared, my little proud fan?” His grip in your hair tightened as he stared deep down at your exhausted eyes.

You nodded and tried to relax your jaw for him to fuck your mouth as he desired. It was hurting, anyway, so it felt good to have a reason to do it without being degraded for it.

Wanderer stood up when he felt your teeth piercing his cock with less strength, knowing that would be the perfect position and occasion for him to fuck your throat.

He started thrusting you, and his hips immediately begun crashing against yours erratically, causing a few drops of saliva to gush from your mouth due to how overworked you were. You still could muffle a few moans from the stimulus in your clit and accept his dominance, which Wanderer deeply appreciated, while he allowed his head to angle in direction of the roof, and his own grunts and moans fill the room shamelessly.

“Don’t fucking swallow everything immediately, you hear me?” He took out some of his frustration on you, and you nodded to his order immediately.

With no sort of warning, Wanderer suddenly pushed and locked his entire length shoved down your throat, reaching the deepest he could, which caused you immediately gag. It was even harder now that he was also spilling thick ropes of cum around that overwhelmed your mouth so much, but you couldn’t get rid of them, or else your pussy was going to be a victim of lots of torture.

Wan while he orgasmed, Wanderer pulled and pushed his cock in and out a few times to make sure every corner of your velvety mouth had a little bit of him while he smirked at the roof in ecstasy.

After a final thrust and blow of cum, he pulled out, causing a ‘pop’ sound to come out from your moth, and a few saliva strings to connect your lips to his cock. He leaned his head down to you again and pulled your head upwards to meet his eyes. Luckily, your jaw had been so abused that it remained dropped even when he pulled out, meaning that he wouldn’t need to order you to open it and show the mess he had done in there.

“I hin I onna—” You tried warning him about your coming orgasm, trying your best to not close your lips together, but Wanderer didn’t seem to care, only focusing his eyes in your fucked-out mouth.

“Shh, shh, shh.” He kneeled down in front of you and used a hand to hold you by your cheeks, forcing your mouth locked open while he inspected it.

Wanderer couldn’t help but giggle at the mess he did on you, 100% satisfied with his own work.

“Pathetic fucking slut…” For some reason, Wanderer let go of your jaw for a quick moment just give your left cheek a quick smack with his palm, but before your head could recoil, he hooked your cheeks again back to their place. “Don’t you dare cum without my permission, whore. Now, swallow.” You slowly closed your mouth and sucked all the cum and saliva that pooled in the meantime down to your tongue, and you finally pushed it all in, trying to make it as visible as possible to him.

Wanderer licked his lips when he watched that bulge of cum run down your throat.

“Good girl.” He finally rose his knees up again, beginning to walk towards the computer.

Your toes curled while you tried your best to contain your coming orgasm, but your position really wasn’t on favor of that. But you insisted on that, anyway.

Wanderer held your mouse and turned back to stare at you while he pulled in his own banner. It was lovely for him to watch you worming in the floor while being edged by both a vibrator and a screen.

“Aaaaannnd…” He clicked the mouse gently.

✧ ✦ ✧

“My, my… today is not really your day, is it?”

“Scara, I can’t hold it anymore!” You whimpered for his mercy, your head curling down until your forehead was rubbing against the floor.

“Tch… can’t even get a grip of yourself.” He pulled out the controller from his shorts and slid both options of it to the left, setting both the force and speed to zero.

You couldn’t help but tear down a little bit, feeling that precious peak of pleasure flow away from your womb, while you could hear Wanderer hum a giggle in his throat in pure sadistic arousal of denying you.

50 Pulls:

Finally, your pussy wasn’t being degraded or neglected anymore.

“Holy shit, Scara! You’re gonna break me!” Your back arched against the bed, your head restless in the pillow, and your hands trying their best to push Wanderer’s tongue against your swollen clit.

“Was that supposed to be a bad thing?” His eyes angled up to meet yours, trying to contain a giggle to focus on licking your clit.

Wanderer was the one giving you a blowjob now. His mouth doing wonders in your clit and his middle and index fingers thrusting your swollen pussy in a quick, tortuous pace.

“Please, slow down!” You whimpered loudly but neither his tongue or fingers obliged to your pleas.

“Why?” He initiated, but paused to make sure your clit’s stimulation would not die. “I thought you wanted an orgasm…” His tongue’s tip immediately begun circling your clit to every limit it could reach, causing your thighs to tremble and hug his head tighter against their fluffiness while your mouth screamed high-pitch. “Fuck, your thighs are so soft… How come I haven’t messed with them yet?” You saw his other free arm circling your entire thigh, using his fingers to caress and squeeze it as he wished. “Fuck…” Wanderer moaned.

Before you could enjoy too much of his soft fingers in your thighs, Wanderer suddenly pulled a move that you weren’t expecting to happen. You felt him pull out his middle finger from you but keep his index finger, curling it upward and beginning to rub the tip of finger at your g-spot.

The scream that came out of your throat was feral. You had no idea such level of pleasure was even possible at the first place.

“Here it is…” You heard him groan like a hungry predator when he saw how you reacted to that, and proceeded to keep bullying that spot.

And of course, as soon as he stopped talking, he immediately placed his tongue back to your clit, teasing the most sensitive spots in your body mercilessly, chasing that orgasm like his life depended on it too.

Your hands were threading in the deepest roots of his indigo hair and you were sure you’d have a sore throat the next morning. Loud moans just couldn’t stop escaping your pretty lips, all of them reaching Wanderer’s ears like music. He was loving every second of that round of sex, especially being squeezed by your thighs.

“Oh my God!” You couldn’t hold it back when he started sucking your clit again, and your chest rose upwards in a blink, now sitting on the bed.

It gave you more power, and you definitely used the advantage to try grinding your pussy against his head harder.

“I’m close! I’m so close! Please don’t edge me again! Please, please, please!” You tried your best to lock your thighs around him with a strength that he wouldn’t manage to get rid off, but Wanderer didn’t feel slightly threatened by it.

He was going to make sure you orgasmed a river of cum around him. After all, it would be natural of you to cum hard due to all the edging he had done to you.

“Tease your nipples. It’ll help.” He ordered with a more serious tone, truly focusing his mouth and fingers into their objective.

A hand of yours slid upwards and begun touching your breasts exactly how you like it. The other hand obviously remained at the back of his head. Wanderer grunted in pleasure with the newest view he had of you sitting above of him, his bricked dick pushing his pants to get out of them, aching and trembling in need to get inside a hole as soon as possible.

“Fuck, fuck, fuck!” You curled your body when the heat from pinching your nipples and squeezing your breasts started fueling the pleasure your clit felt.

It really didn’t take seconds until that building climax of yours was finally released by your womb, freeing your pussy from all that previous edging. You threw your body back at the bed, spasming in the sheets, but your hand kept pushing his head against your flesh forcefully, trying to make him take in every single string of cum of that heavy orgasm. Wanderer decided to oblige to you and your personal wish of cumming inside his mouth and moved his mouth down to your hole and pushed his tongue in, while pulling out his finger out of you.

Just like you previously did, Wanderer kept his mouth ready and open to receive every drop of cum that ran down to your tongue. Thankfully, you tasted bitter, which is his favorite kind of flavor, so he really didn’t mind the enormous loads of cum that ran down, licking and swallowing them all like a meal. His hands kept caressing your thighs, trying to keep stimulating you and your body to explode all that cum in your womb down his mouth and liberate some storage for the next rounds.

Your whole body melted down as soon as it was over, and Wanderer finally rose his head up again.

“You have a wonderful taste, dear.” He praised while swallowing the final drops of cum that hadn’t gone down to his throat yet.

Wanderer proceeded to get out of the bed, and once again walk to the computer like he hasn’t just fucked your brains out.

While whistling a melody, he clicked the ‘10-Pull’ button another time.

✧ ✦ ✧

“Still nothing… what pity are you on right now? I forgot to check that before beginning pulling.” He turned his head to you, staring at you aloof.

“I think… I think I was at 10 pulls before…” You mumbled an answer while you regained some consciousness. Having such a heavy orgasm had really exhausted your brain at the moment.

“Then we have approximately two rounds left if I believe you deserve to win your 50/50.” He begun walking to you again with a smirk already growing in his lips and his hand undoing his pants another time.

60 Pulls:

“Such a fucking receptive pussy you have..!” He grunted while trying his best to cage his moans in the back of his throat, his voice sounding husky and exhausted.

You left him really hungry when he decided to be nice to you and suck your pussy dry. When he was fingering your g-spot, all that ran in his mind was the imagery of his cock doing that to you instead, so that’s exactly what he decided to do. Fuck you in a mating press.

Down at your cervix, the tip of cock punched the depths of your pussy nonstop, his words suddenly becoming hungrier and greedier for you. It didn’t surprise you that Wanderer had a slight kink in breeding and just rough sex over all.

“You’re gonna take every drop of me inside again, okay? I bet it’d make you happy to be fucking pregnant with my babies, wouldn’t it, you fucking whore?” He endlessly pounded your g-spot, talking and acting like he wasn’t panting and sweating like a nasty dog.

Wanderer chuckled miring down at your fucked-out face, panting and drooling with his forceful thrusts, but still doing his best to not slow down.

“Such a cute little doll…” He praised you, but his tone made it sound more like a degradation. “Nahida was right when she let you win her 50/50… You were a dedicated fan to this game… and to me.” He giggled as he thought of all those little efforts you were doing to ‘attract luck’ for your wishes on him.

Wanderer’s hands, who were busy pressing your legs against the sheet, tightened around them, slightly scratching your skin. It caused you to hiss and look away from him, which he seemed to immediately repel.

“No, no, dear… keep your pretty eyes on me.” You decided to comply to his sweet, serious tone, but his indigo eyes, glistening and shining in arousal, were applying a lot of pressure on you and your performance, causing your cheeks to flush and your eyes to flick away from his a few times. “Now you’re embarrassed, hum? No need to be, dear… don’t you think I’ve seen it all already? All your intimacy? All the times this pretty pussy of yours clenched around me because of the most inhumane treatment, hum?” Wanderer approached his face to yours, your foreheads and noses rubbing against each other.

You swallowed some saliva down, trying to somehow gather courage to stare at his eyes in agreement with his words. It worked, but if you could turn your face away for the rest of it, you definitely would. You couldn’t believe Wanderer was that incited and determined to make you stare at him while having sex. Did he really find you sexy in this state? Pretty? Or hot? You couldn’t help but be embarrassed.

It didn’t matter. Something else was teasing you and taking your attention away at the moment. Your lips would sometimes touch his by accident every time he smacked his hips down against yours. It was making you go insane. You really wanted to kiss him and learn how does Wanderer from Genshin Impact kiss, but you had no idea if he’d accept it or if this was a good moment for it… Even if you couldn’t decide whether you did or did not go for it, your lips couldn’t help but grind against his every time they touched, and he obviously noticed.

“You want to kiss me, hum? I can see you trying to reach me every time we touch… Unfortunately I only do favors for people if they ask me very kindly, using the magic words… or making them beg for it…” He looked at you with shining eyes, already creating big expectations.

“Please, please, please..! Let me kiss you! At least once! Just once!” You whined while directly staring at his eyes like he desires, which was making him extremely passionate about you, his balls burning and yearning for more of that eager submission of yours.

“Good fucking girl…” His voice was hoarse and husky with how overwhelmingly good you were making him feel.

It was making him obsessed with the idea chasing a double orgasm.

“Are you close?” He asked while intensifying his pace.

“Yes… please let me cum this time with you!” You begged to him, which made his smirk grow in arousal.

“You want to cum with me, hum?” He looked forward to make you say even more pathetic things.

“Please..!” You whimpered while his cock poked your g-spots and wet slap noises from your hips surrounded the room.

“You know what? I’m gonna let you do that just because I want to make sure every little sperm of mine swims to your fucking womb.” The way his eyes widened and stared at the deepest corners of yours seemed to aroused your pussy even more. “Are you ready?”

“Yes!” You screamed while feeling your womb build just more and more anticipation.

And with a final pump of his cock, the both of your cores started spasming cum another time. You and him were grunting and scratching each other as if you were both going to pass out. Obviously Wanderer tried to maintain his posture to pose as this unbeatable, untouchable man to you, but you knew those thick loads of cum being ejaculated on you were all proof that he was loving every single second of those rounds of animalistic sex. And you simply let yourself tremble and worm under him, knowing it was something lovely to him.

When you two were finally done spilling cum at each other, Wanderer finally looked down at where you two were connected and begun pulling his dick out very slowly. He admired watching his cock making such wet, slimy noises due to its contact with your pussy, even if he was moving the slowest pace ever, revealing itself to be all creamy and lubricated the more he pulled out.

“Let’s see if this is finally it…” Wanderer stroked his cock a few times knelt down in your bed before jumping out of it to excitedly walk to your computer another time.

Click.

✧ ✦ ✧

“What a shame…” He punctuated every syllable of his sentence, trying to make it as obvious as possible that he was actually happy about the fact that you didn’t get any Five-Star pull yet. “At least you got two Faruzan copies for two orgasms…” He giggled at the final results of the pull.

70 Pulls:

Wanderer was genuinely more thoughtful and caring in this round, especially because the both of you believed it would be the last one. He decided to service your eyes and finally become entirely naked. It wasn’t anything jaw-dropping, but you did like the few Anemo-colored tattoos he had around his body, especially the one behind his neck, symbolizing his true identity.

You two were back to the bed again, but this time he was thrusting you sideways, while you simply laid down and tried to reach your hands in his body and feel his soft skin.

“You know…” Since he was fucking you nice and slow this time, you could finally have proper conversations with him. “What the heck did you mean with ‘Kabukimono and the Balladeer will cease to exist.’ in the trailer? Does that have anything to do with your redesign and your new name? It doesn’t look 100% good in my opinion, but what can I do about it..? I wish Hoyo had given you a better design…” Wanderer scoffed at that last sentence.

“As soon as you play the new mission, you’ll find it why, and you’ll regret those words a lot. Do you even have any idea of why I became a Harbinger in the first place? ” He whispered right at your ear while one of his hands squeezed a breast of yours gently.

His mouth was softly biting your neck, trying to get a taste of your skin with it and his hands too. His whole body was trying its best to wrap and feel yours, showing a romantic side you’d never expect from him.

You wondered if he ever made his way under another character’s pants… or other fans…

You hated that possibility. You were enjoying this intimate moment with him and daydreaming with the possibility of him being yours and yours only.

“No idea, Scara…” You tried rolling your body in his direction, trying to be closer to him.

“I won’t give you any spoilers…” Wanderer didn’t do anything about your need for his affection and closure, tho.

Perhaps it was still fun for him to deny you even in moments where kinks weren’t involved.

“You feel so good…” You decided to praise him, a hand of yours raising to caress his head while he sucked your neck like a vampire.

“You feel great too.” He pressed many smooches at your cheek and neck while you two shared compliments. “It even has me praying for you to not get a five star in the next pulls… Perhaps I can also make you lose 50/50 purposefully just to keep my dick in this pussy of yours for a little longer.” His voice has husky, moaning and grunting at how your gushy pussy was making a mess of him down there.

Wanderer gave a few glances down at your connected crotches, admiring your curves in the way, but wanting to admire the lovemaking scenario down there. Your gummy walls letting him slide in and out so easily, gushing some liquids all the way down to his balls due to the overstimulation, your sweaty skin rubbing against his... And now his hands were 100% addicted to your thighs. Even if he needed to occupy a hand to hold one of your legs up, he took the opportunity to play with them too, brushing the tips of all his fingers up and down your skin.

It was so stimulating to have him teasing so many parts of your body at the same time, you couldn’t help but begin whimpering again, desiring for more.

“Faster! Please!” Your desperate immediately made Wanderer react to it.

It felt like his dick naturally started going faster just for the sake of hearing you whine his name and desperate orders while his balls became heavier in weight.

“You’re gonna cum already, hum?” Wanderer chuckled in your ear, gently biting its lobe afterwards jokingly.

“Y-Yes! I can feel it coming soon!” Your hand desperately tried to reach his hips, trying to somehow make them go faster.

“Me too, dear… So, make sure to cum it all around me, ok? The same way I’ll be cumming it all around you too.” Wanderer suddenly jumped from his spot and pushed your shoulder until your back was turned to him, thrusting you from behind now while your face drowned in the pillow.

You weakly nodded, your hands gripping on the sheets for dear life as Wanderer’s pace increased erratically. You obviously took the opportunity to increase the volume of your pretty moans.

Seeing your body so arched for him was a view he’d love to watch for hours, especially since it helped his thrusts becoming more precise against your sensitive spots. He spent this whole finale staring at the wet mess you were making of his cock once again, enjoying it as if you were praising him with your voice.

No matter how repetitive they were, once again, your orgasm was breathtaking. Although you enjoyed the idea of being degraded by a man you adore so much, being loved and praised by him felt even better. It explained why it really didn’t take long for you to cum again. Meanwhile you trembled and screamed against the pillow, Wanderer kept thrusting you in that same tortuous pace since he hadn’t reached his own climax yet. At least he deeply enjoyed watching you taking all of him inside even if you were busy being so overwhelmed by your own body wasting all that peaked pleasure. He could now see a few ropes of your cum splashed around his length, truly making your already gummy walls a true mush for him to abuse.

“Good girl… I’m close…” He warned you with a husky groan, and you couldn’t help but try spreading your legs and arching your back even further for him, in arousal of hearing his noises and feeling his cock punching your insides accompanied by wet, splashy noises coming his hips crashing yours.

In a few seconds, Wanderer finally started orgasming too. While squeezing your fluffy buttocks, his tip trembled and ached while pumping his pleasure out of itself. Your body took him all in like it has already been accustomed with it. It didn’t really hurt, and it felt to feel him claiming the deepest parts of your insides all to himself.

Wanderer giggled.

“Did you enjoy this? Taking my semen inside your pretty cunt?” Wanderer leaned down to whisper in your ear.

“I… I did.” At this point, you were too cock-drunk to care if anyone would hear your pathetic self-degradation, your stupid screams or if your roommate would arrive home with such a pornographic scene happening.

You were happy that you had so many rounds of sex with your favorite character of your entire life.

“Good! You know your place!” The irony in his tone while his hand roamed around your body made you giggle.

You felt his hands stop at your shoulders, pulling you up from behind. After a few other tricks, he had on his arms, carrying you around princess-style once again.

“Go on. You do it.” He said as he walked close enough to your computer’s screen and sat himself on your chair, still with you on top of his naked lap. “I’m tired. Even if you don’t get a Five Star right now, I have no gas anymore anyway…” He arched his head against your chair’s pillow while waiting for you to finally reach ‘pity’.

Your shaking fingers reached your mouse.

You accidentally shook it away from the button you couldn’t wait to click, making you shake you head and focus, trying to act less lazily, desperately desiring to see what would be the results of all your efforts.

Click.

Your eyes widened.

“Oh-ho?” Wanderer’s attention was brought back to the screen seeing the golden sparkle shining around it.

Your hand froze in place as the first result of your pulls popped with a flash in your screen.

A 3-Star weapon.

You didn’t bother reading its name.

You slowly clicked the screen one-by-one, waiting for every animation of every weapon to load before advancing.

In the final clicks, finally, the big, golden, splash art finally popped.

It was him.

“Congratulations.” Wanderer giggled, tapping and patting the top of your head as if he hadn’t just controlled that.

“You…” You couldn’t even express all that joy you had been stocking for this moment. “Thank you! Thank you so much!” You couldn’t help but hug his neck passionately, which made his a smirk did and become grumpy expression instead.

That was it!

Your objective in the game was finally over!

Wanderer was yours!

“Ok, ok… no need to keep throwing yourself on me!” He rose his hands upwards, trying to avoid touching you while you simply rubbed yourself against him in pure joy of finally achieving your main mission in the game.

“I’m so happy!! Thank you so, so, so, so, so much!” You immediately let him go when he asked for it, and you threw yourself in the table, beginning to print the screen in front of you.

“I would do Weapon Banner round too, but unfortunately…” He paused for a beat. “It’s time to wake up.”

“What?” You expressed your confusion, taking a glance back at him.

“Y/N? Hello?” Those words didn’t match his previous ones, which just made you even more confused. You didn’t recognize that tone on him… but in someone else.

In a blink, all that world disappeared, and your body teleported from Wanderer’s lap to your bed again.

“Oh, God! I thought you were dead!” Your roommate made a ‘phew’ noise when she finally saw your eyes awaken at her perspective.

“W-Wh…” You rose your chest and looked around.

“Weird dream again?” She asked, leaning away from the bed to let you get up.

It was all… a dream..?

“Y-Yeah…” You awkwardly jumped out from your bed, immediately walked to your table, seeing your current main character idling probably for the twentieth time.

The Wish button had a red exclamation mark on it.

The Character button had no exclamation mark on it.

You clicked on it.

Wanderer’s banner was there, and it’s been 2 hours since he arrived in the game according to the timer.

Oh.

It was really all a dream?! All that pleasure and romance was just your brain helping you relieve your sexual needs?! Your romantic fantasies?! Well… you couldn’t deny you were a little thankful for it. The scenario you just lived was something many of his fans would kill for.

Before you could even think about actually pulling for him now, an e-mail notification in the game popped right at center-top of the screen with a little notification sound accompanied, contrasting the screen’s light blue background with its gray tone.

You pressed the ‘Esc’ key in your keyboard twice and quickly reached the e-mail option at the left bottom-corner of the screen. At least you’d get some gems for—

Wait…

What is this e-mail?

It doesn’t have a gem icon, or any item at all. It was just… a message? Coming from… ‘You Know Who’..?

You swallowed saliva while clicking the e-mail.

From: You Know Who

Good luck on the Weapon Banner, and good luck with the new mission too. ;)

(I seriously recommend you have a handkerchief while doing it.)

Taglist: @hitomisuzuya @kindofshyent @shyentsfoundherink @amoyanderes @the-stinky-winky @goofy-ego @bigmantiddys @alatusorrow @luminieee

Don’t forget to like and comment if you liked it <3

[authenticbunni]

my favorite post (not mine) 👾

These are basically post that align with my beliefs, helped me realize my power and take responsibility for my procrastination.

- Why you still haven’t manifest your desires

- a way to stop overcomplicating the void state

- Some of y’all are never going to get y’all desires, and ya’ll have no one to blame but yourselves

- ultimate void state routine (I only have this saved for the subliminals)

- purest state of consciousness: the simple yet full guide

- you’re trying too hard

- stop aligning with negative shit

- bringing this masterpiece back into the loa community (This document was the foundation of my concept of manifesting, and I’m very glad it was)

- train your imagination

- void success story (saved this for the subliminals)

- the law of detachment

- you don’t have to ignore the 3D

- understand the nature of negative thoughts and how to work through them

- pure consciousness (This post is basically “why are u overcomplicating pure consciousness”)

[sofiatarot]

PAC: What your family sees in you (and what they wish you knew)

Have you ever paused to think about how your family really sees you? Not just the casual conversations, but what they feel and think on a deeper level? This reading is all about exploring their perspectives—how they perceive you, the challenges they think you might be tackling, and the things they wish they could tell you.

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Group 1:

Your family sees you as someone who is trying to move on from deception, either caused by yourself or by others (7 of swords reversed). They might feel like you've been in a situation where trust was broken, and you're now trying to rebuild your integrity or distance yourself from dishonesty. They see you making an effort to work with others, learning, or even improving yourself in some way (3 of pentacles). However, there’s still a strong connection to your past, either in the form of nostalgia or unresolved issues that keep resurfacing (6 of cups). Some may feel like you’re clinging to old habits or relationships instead of fully stepping into a new phase.

At the same time, they might believe you’re avoiding taking full responsibility for something (judgment reversed). Maybe they feel you’re not seeing things clearly or that you’re reluctant to acknowledge certain truths. There’s a sense that they’re waiting for you to either realize something or achieve something significant (7 of pentacles). It could be that they see you as someone who works hard but isn't seeing immediate results, which makes them wonder if you're on the right path.

They might also perceive you as going through a difficult period of transformation. The tower suggests that something in your life has been shaken up, either suddenly or after a long buildup. Your family could see you as someone dealing with chaos, but they also notice that you're not completely broken by it. The 10 of swords reversed indicates that you’re recovering, even if the wounds are still fresh.

However, there’s a sense of emotional loss they associate with you. The 5 of cups suggests that they see you mourning something—maybe missed opportunities, past relationships, or past decisions. They might feel that you’re focusing more on what’s lost rather than what’s still available to you. Some could be hoping that you’ll shift your perspective and see that all is not lost.

The empress suggests that they recognize your ability to create and nurture, whether that’s in terms of relationships, career, or personal growth. They might feel that you have so much potential to bring something beautiful into your life, but for some reason, you’re holding back. They could see you as someone with natural talent and emotional depth but who isn’t fully stepping into that power.

The ace of wands reversed reinforces this. Your family may believe that you have the ideas and the energy to start fresh, but something is blocking you from taking action. It could be fear, hesitation, or even exhaustion. They might want you to reignite your passion, find motivation, and start something new without letting past failures or disappointments hold you back.

Overall, they see you as someone in transition—trying to leave behind the past but struggling with fully embracing the future. They might wish for you to take a leap of faith, recognize your potential, and stop doubting yourself so much.

Group 2:

Your family might see you as someone who is struggling with a sense of lost potential or missed opportunities (page of pentacles reversed). They may feel that you’re not fully utilizing your skills or talents and that you're either procrastinating or distracted from your goals. There’s also an energy of conflict around you (5 of swords), suggesting that they see you as someone who has been involved in disputes, whether external (with them or others) or internal (with yourself).

There’s a deep anxiety they associate with you, but they might feel you’re working through it (9 of swords reversed). They could see you as someone who has experienced stress, sleepless nights, or overthinking but is now trying to regain control. However, they might also feel like things haven’t been entirely fair for you (justice reversed). Perhaps they believe you’ve been treated unjustly, or they see you as struggling with personal accountability, feeling that life hasn't given you what you truly deserve.

The presence of the 10 of swords suggests that they see you as someone who has been through betrayal, loss, or a very painful ending. This could be something recent or a wound that hasn’t fully healed. With the sun reversed, they might feel that you’ve lost some of your joy or optimism, that you’re in a phase where things feel dim rather than bright.

The ace of swords reversed shows that they might see you as confused or unclear about your path. They may believe that you’re struggling with decision-making, overanalyzing things, or lacking the clarity to make a fresh start. They might feel that your mind is clouded, either by external pressures or by your own fears and doubts.

What they want you to know is that you have more power than you realize. The empress appears again, showing that they see you as someone capable of creating abundance and stability, but with the high priestess reversed, they might feel that you’re ignoring your intuition. They could be trying to tell you to listen to yourself more, trust your instincts, and not let outside influences cloud your judgment.

The 4 of swords suggests that they want you to take a break and focus on healing. They might feel that you’ve been fighting too many battles (7 of wands) and that while resilience is important, sometimes you need to step back and rest. They could want you to recognize that constantly being on the defensive is exhausting.

Finally, the devil reversed shows that they believe you’re breaking free from toxic patterns or influences. They may see you as someone who has been trapped in a negative cycle but is now working on freeing yourself. The 10 of cups suggests that deep down, they do want happiness for you. They may believe that, despite everything, you still have the potential to find true fulfillment, love, and stability.

Group 3:

Your family sees you as someone who sometimes loses direction or motivation (page of wands reversed). They might feel that you have a lot of ideas or creativity inside you, but for some reason, you're not fully tapping into your potential. Maybe they see you getting excited about things but then losing interest quickly or struggling to follow through. It’s like you have a spark, but something keeps putting it out before it turns into a full flame.

At the same time, they see you as responsible and capable in many ways (queen of pentacles). You might be someone they can rely on, someone who takes care of things and provides stability. But there’s also a sense that you carry too much on your shoulders (10 of wands reversed). They could feel that you take on too many responsibilities, whether emotional, financial, or practical, and they might wish you’d let go of some of that weight instead of feeling like you have to handle everything alone.

The 6 of pentacles reversed suggests they see an imbalance in how you give and receive. Maybe they feel that you give too much and don’t get enough back—whether that’s in relationships, work, or family. They could see you as someone who tries to help others but doesn't always receive the same energy in return. Or, on the flip side, they might think you’re struggling to ask for help when you need it.

The 7 of swords reversed shows that they believe you’re trying to move away from deception or past mistakes. Whether it was someone deceiving you or you making choices you regret, they might see you as working through those issues and trying to be more honest with yourself and others. There’s a sense that you’re learning from the past and trying not to repeat certain cycles.

The 8 of pentacles suggests they see you as someone who works hard. You might be putting effort into self-improvement, your career, or just personal growth in general. They could admire your dedication, even if they feel like you don’t always see the results you want as quickly as you’d like. They might believe you’re building something important but that patience is needed.

The wheel of fortune shows that they see your life as constantly shifting—sometimes things go well, sometimes they don’t, and you’re in the middle of those ups and downs. They might think you’re experiencing a turning point, where things could go in a completely new direction, depending on the choices you make. There’s a feeling that nothing is set in stone for you right now, and that both uncertainty and opportunity are present in your life.

Overall, they see you as someone strong but weighed down, someone who has potential but struggles with consistency. They may wish for you to recognize your worth, stop carrying burdens that aren’t yours, and trust that better things are coming.

Group 4:

Your family might feel that they don’t fully understand you (the moon). There’s an air of mystery around you, like they can’t quite see the full picture of who you are or what you truly want. Maybe they feel you’re keeping things to yourself or that you’re going through something internally that you’re not sharing with them. It’s not necessarily that they think you’re being deceptive—more like they sense there’s a deeper side of you that they can’t quite reach.

They do see you as someone who can be social and fun (3 of cups), but at the same time, they might feel like there’s a part of you that doesn’t fully trust others. The magician reversed suggests that they see you as someone who has a lot of potential but may not always believe in yourself. Maybe they feel like you second-guess yourself or hesitate to step into your full power.

The 8 of cups shows that they see you as someone in transition. They might feel that you’re walking away from something—an old way of thinking, a relationship, a job, or even just certain aspects of yourself. There’s a sense that you’re leaving something behind, even if you haven’t fully embraced what’s next. They could see you as being at a crossroads, trying to figure out what direction to take.

The hanged man suggests they see you as being in a state of pause. Maybe they feel like you’re stuck, reflecting, or waiting for the right moment to act. They might think you’re not rushing into things, which can be good, but at the same time, they may worry that you’re overthinking and not taking action when you should.

With the emperor, they might see you as someone who is trying to regain control of your life. Whether it’s setting boundaries, establishing a routine, or just taking charge in some way, they could feel like you’re trying to bring structure into your life. However, with The hermit reversed, they might worry that you’re isolating yourself too much. Maybe they think you need to open up more instead of shutting people out.

The 10 of wands suggests they see you as carrying a lot—maybe too much. Whether it’s stress, responsibilities, or emotions, they might feel like you’re overwhelmed but not asking for help. They could wish you’d let go of some of the pressure you put on yourself and allow others to support you more.

What they want you to know is that balance is key (temperance). They want you to find peace within yourself and not feel like you have to constantly struggle or fight battles alone. The reversed Two of Swords suggests they want you to stop overthinking and just make a decision about something that’s been weighing on you. The reversed 4 of pentacles shows they want you to stop holding on so tightly—whether it’s fear, control, or something from the past. The reversed 5 of swords and 5 of wands suggest they want you to let go of conflict, whether it’s with others or within yourself. And the 4 of wands shows they ultimately hope for stability and happiness for you.

In the end, they see you as someone who is searching for answers, going through changes, and carrying a lot on your shoulders. They might wish for you to open up more, trust yourself, and allow life to flow instead of feeling like you have to control every step.

-xoxo🦋

[the-b1ah]

Part 5 of You can’t bench me!

I don’t want to procrastinate but the parasites in me want to procrastinate.

Y’all are not ready for the next update…im not ready for the next update… my art skill gives me far too much power…

Also shout out to @kitkat-4772 for guessing correctly in the last post!! Remember to keep your silence about the next update or else :)

Context:

Spoiler,Red Robin, and Robin are all thinking of every single time they snuck out to fight crime, got caught, and were lectured within an inch of their lives. They all expect Phantom to experience their pain. Robin thinks Phantom is a dumbass for not just lying about the project being done. Batman is soooooo ready to have one of his kids experience the torment of trying to get an overly competent vigilante child to do anything they don’t want to, especially not to parole for the night. Let one of little terrors see how hard it is to parent and get a taste of their own medicine.

But Surprise! Red Hood is pretty good at this parenting thing, the peanut gallery is in utter shock.

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Phantom: *in tears* can I get sprinkles too?

Red Hood: anything you want starshine, I know you’re trying your best and just need a break

Batkids: how come WE never got ice cream?????(or sorbet for the vegan )

Batman:*deep sigh*

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Batman: i’m not getting a good grade in parenting. Something that is normal to want and possible to achieve

Red Hood: As always i’m a straight A student

Masterlist! | Origin | part 4 | part 6

[woso-dreamzzz]

Study

Barcelona Femení x Teen!Reader

Summary: Doing schoolwork while the team is round is not a good idea

The sun patch you were lying in was delightful.

The noise around you, was not.

You opened your eyes blearily, narrowing them to slits in annoyance.

Lucy stared at you and then pointedly turned the tv up in volume, laughing at your disgruntled look.

"Turn it back down," You said.

"No."

"Lucy," You whined," Please turn it down."

"Sorry, kiddo," Keira said as she appeared," But the rest of the team are coming over soon and you've got an essay to write."

You groaned at the reminder but sat up. The whole reason you had taken a nap in the first place was to procrastinate about writing your essay.

"Keira..."

"No, y/n," She said," Part of the agreement we made with your parents was keeping your grades up. I won't make you sit at the kitchen table to write it while the team is round but you have to get it finished today."

You groaned again but relented, grabbing your laptop from where it was charging nearby and pulling up your plan.

Your teammates flooded in through the next hour.

Asisat tapped you on the head as she passed to get to the kitchen. "School work?"

You rolled your eyes. "What gave it away?"

She laughed. "The fact that you've been staring at the screen for nearly twenty minutes and haven't typed a thing."

You darted your eyes across the room to look at Keira, who clearly hadn't noticed. You sent an awkward smile Asisat's way. "Don't tell Keira?"

"Your secret's safe with me."

The more people that arrived, the less you wanted to write your essay. The whole apartment had filled up with noise and even if you wanted to start typing, you were much more interested in hearing Claudia talk about the date she went on with her girlfriend.

You start typing your introduction before deciding you really can't be bothered right now and switch to writing about how Mark Antony's relationship with Cleopatra was the worst thing he could have done from the perspective of other Romans.

You were mindlessly typing and deleting your work when Frido and Aitana joined you on the sofa.

"How is your studying?" Aitana's English was getting much better now that she came around routinely to learn from Keira while you were forced to sit at the table and do your science work.

You gave her a deadpan look. "Oh, just great."

Frido laughed at your sarcasm. "Anything we can help with?"

"Unless you understand the intricacies of Mark Antony and Octavian's war for power after Caesar's death, then no."

Frido pulled a face. "You're studying that?"

"In theory."

Marta and Caro joined a moment later with cans of lemonade and snacks. You snatched up a KitKat quickly, anything to distract you from your next paragraph about Octavian's slanderous propaganda against his rival.

"How is our little student faring?" Marta asked, peering at your screen where you had repeatedly typed out 'I hate this class so much, I wish I could drop out'.

"Not good by the looks of it," Caro said even though it was obvious," What even is this?"

"Ancient Roman politics," Frido replied," It looks very boring."

"It's interesting," You said," Until you have to start writing essays and decide which of these horrible men was better."

"Who is better?" Aitana asked.

"...Octavian, because he won," You replied," But not because he was a better person. This is Rome - if you're not a bad person then are you really an Ancient Roman politician?"

The little group around you burst into laughter and Marta ruffled your hair. "You'll get it finished," She said," You're a smart girl."

Team bonding happened around you for the evening as you mindlessly typed and typed and typed until you were finally finished with your essay.

You stretched out in delight and headed into the kitchen where a to-do list hung on the fridge.

Irene, Sandra and Mariona were already there, studying it curiously as you grabbed a pen from the top of the fridge (standing on your tiptoes to reach it) before you crossed off your Classical Civilisations essay.

"That's a lot of work," Mariona said," This is for the whole month?"

"This is for the week," You replied, taking in her shocked look at your words," But I'm nearly done." You crossed off the Physics homework you finished last night along with the Maths worksheet you got done before practice this morning.

"It gets this bad?" Irene asked," I worry about when Mateo starts school properly."

You frowned. "I'm pretty sure that Mateo getting homework will be doing a drawing rather than writing essays."

"Well, if it helps," Sandra cut in," At least you've finished your essay now! You're free!"

You shook your head and pointed to the only thing Lucy had contributed to your list.

FINISH YOUR FUCKING PSYCHOLOGY ESSAY

"It's about language development in infants," You said, opening the fridge and grabbing some more lemonade.

When you finally made your way back to the living room, your seat had been taken by some of the girls so you ended up sitting in front of the armchair that Ingrid and Mapi had taken refuge on.

Instantly, Ingrid's hands threaded through your hair, massaging your scalp before pulling strands out of your face and pulling them into an intricate braid.

Apart from ever so slightly making you move your head to different positions, you were left mostly alone as you typed away about more research studies using brain imaging.

Mapi shifted behind you and you could tell she was trying to read over your shoulder.

"Why do you need to learn this?" She asked.

"It's interesting," You replied," I thought about doing psychology at uni before Barca signed me. I just hate writing about it."

"It looks boring."

"It's not," You said. Ingrid tied off your new braid and you turned to look at Mapi with a wolfish smile. "Besides, is it boring for you because it hits too close to home? Since you're such a child?"

Mapi swatted at you jokingly, lightly kicking you in the back until you shifted away from her with your laptop.

You refuge came in the form of the pile on the floor in front of the tv. Bruna and Jana welcomed you into the group instantly and you found yourself sandwiched between Ona and Esmee, who were viciously going against each other in FIFA.

"Is your essay finished?" Esmee asked," Keira told me not to text you after practice because you were writing your essay."

"Nearly," You replied," I've just got one more paragraph and then the conclusion. Ona's about to score, by the way."

With your words, Esmee just managed to block the shot as Ona shoved you in annoyance.

Jana and Bruna broke into laughter and peered over your shoulder.

"You used the wrong word," Jana said, pointing to where you had been writing about Piaget.

"It's kind of embarrassing that you're correcting me on my own native language," You said to her even as you corrected yourself.

"Learn Spanish," Bruna said," She makes a lot of mistakes in that."

"No I don't!"

"Yes you do!"

"You so do," Ona said," And y/n, you've got your tenses wrong."

You hadn't even noticed that the match had ended and that Ona was studying your essay until she spoke. Esmee looked over it as well, pointing at another grammar mistake.

You slapped their hands away and pointed to each of you. "Stop it! It'll get spellchecked at the end! You're ruining my creative process!"

"What creative process?" Jana laughed," You're writing an essay!"

"I hate you!" You declared with a laugh," Each and every one of you!" You pointed at them each in turn.

"Don't lie!" Bruna said," You love us."

You bat your eyelashes at her. "Write my essay and you'll have my undying love!"

"No chance!"

You finished your essay soon after without any of their help (although you would be the first to admit that your conclusion wasn't exactly the best) and hurried to cross it off the list, snatching it off the fridge. You sought out Keira in a group of the older girls. You showed her the list.

"I'm done!"

She took it from you, looking it over sceptically.

"And your psychology essay?"

"Yes!"

"Are you sure?"

"Yes! Keira, promise!"

"She promises, Keira!" Patri mocked your tone with a smile as Claudia and Gemma laughed.

You were one second away from stamping your foot but you refrained because you would never live down the 'little kid' allegations from your teammates if you did so.

"Look at this face!" Gemma said, cupping your cheeks," How could you be mean to this one?"

Keira had a contemplative look on her face.

"Come on, Keira," Claudia said," It's the weekend. We have a match in two days. She's been doing her work since we arrived. Let her have this."

"She could have had it finished before you all arrived if she hadn't taken a nap after practice."

"She's a growing girl!" Patri declared," She needs her nap so she can be big and strong like me when she grows up!"

An arm was thrown over your shoulder and you bit back your retort that the world couldn't handle two versions of Patri.

"Oh...fine, then. y/n go let Narla out of your room and then you're free for the rest of the day."

"Yes!" You pumped your fist into the air and hurried off.

Narla had been shut into your room the moment you came home after Keira watched you play with the little dog instead of doing your homework so she seemed very happy to be free, leaping into your arms like a little princess and making you walk her into the living room.

Salma and Cata intercepted you on the way, cooing over Narla like they had never met her before even though they had.

"It's strange to see you without your laptop," Cata said to you as she tickled under Narla's chin," I thought that it was surgically attached to you or something."

You would have shoved her if you had access to your hands but you didn't so settled for an unimpressed eyeroll. "Ha, ha, very funny. Make fun of my massive workload. I don't see you studying while playing football!"

"You know," Salma said and you already knew she was going to say something to tease you," When I was your age, I didn't have to worry about deadlines because I just did my work the day it got set."

You scoffed. "You're only three years older than me!" You stuck your tongue out at her. "If you want to write my essays for me, Salma, you should have just asked."

Her nose wrinkled in disgust. "That sounds like hell on earth."

You laughed all the way back to the living room, placing Narla on the floor and grabbing some snacks from the table when nobody was looking. You ended up on the floor for the most part, sat by Lucy's chair as the older woman sat above you, occasionally reaching down to feed you chocolate when she was sure Keira wasn't looking. But as it got later in the evening, you ended up migrating onto the sofa with Alexia.

"I heard you finished all your schoolwork for the week," She said as you lazed against her side, watching whatever Spanish soap opera Patri had forced onto the tv.

"Uh-huh." You were only half listening as you dozed off. Her nails scratched lightly at your scalp and the blanket that had been thrown over the pair of you made you feel all cosy and warm.

"Well done, y/n. I'm very proud of you."

"Thank you," You slurred slightly, head dropping to her shoulder as your vision got blurrier and blurrier.

"Are you tired, bebita?"

"No..."

Her chuckle jolted her body slightly but it was a little like the vibrations from being in a car so your eyes just drooped lower. "I think you are."

"Not...Not tired."

"You are. I think all that studying took it out of you."

"No..." You whined slightly and Alexia pulled you in a bit tighter. She manipulated your body in some way you didn't realise because you blinked and suddenly you were lying stretched out with your head in her lap. "I'm...I'm not tired."

You had already missed out on team bonding because of your studying. You didn't want to miss out on any more.

"You are very tired." Alexia's tone was firm but still somehow soothing and her nails drew patterns on your arm comfortingly. "You just need a little nap."

You tried to protest but Alexia's voice just got a bit firmer and a bit more like her captain voice so you knew that you couldn't argue back.

"Come on, bebita. It's nap time for good students like you. I'll wake you up when the food gets here."

[thecupidwitch]

Moon Magick

What Is A Moon Magick?

In many cultures around the world, practitioners have used the position of the moon, as well as the phases of the moon in their practice. Each phase of the moon is perfect for certain types of magickal workings. Not all witches depend on the particular moon phase. Many develop their own methods and techniques through trial and error to find out what works best. Those that do use the timing of the moon do so by choosing the moon phase most conducive to their magickal workings. This gives their magickal workings some extra lunar energy boost.

Correspondences:

Associated deities: Isis, Diana, Artemis, Morrigan, Holda, Nyx, Nephtys, Sedna, Lilith, baba, Yaga, Kali, Aphrodite, Freya, Ishtr, Hathor, Selena, Oshun, Perspephone, Flora, Cerridwen, Gaia, Epona, Yemanja, Rhiannon, Khonsu, Inanna, Hecate, ...ect

Animals: owls, rabbits, wolves, deer, cats, moths, bats, spiders, raccoons, opossum, cows, frogs, dogs, crabs, whippoorwill, panther

Crystals/Stones: moonstone, selenite, obsidian, silver, mother-of-pearl, aquamarine, gold beryl, topaz, emerald, clear quartz, coral, pearls

Moon Associations: Shadow work, Protection, Meditation, Journaling, Introspection, Strength , Love, Beauty, Manifesting, To attract new things, Purification, Letting go, celebrate your accomplishments, letting go, goal setting, banishing

Plants and Herbs: vervain, moonflower, jasmine, lemon balm, cabbage, camellia, camphor, chickweed, moonwort, gardenia, grape, lemon, passion flower, turnip, potato, pea, cucumber, pear, peach, willow, poppy, mountain ash, mango, wallflower, rowan, cactus

Moon Phases

New Moon

This is the crescent Moon when see the first peak of light, this is a time of newness, the beginning of relationships, the beginning of a new venture, the energy of this phase promotes new beginnings on any level. This is the time for change and for being open to, and looking for new opportunities, tilling the soil and planting seeds actually, and the seeds of ideas.

Waxing Moon

The Moon is beginning to gain strength as it grows in size, and goes from a new to a full Moon, this is a perfect time for growth and increasing things, growth within a relationship, financial growth, a time for learning and gaining knowledge.

If someone is thinking about pregnancy, this is a time of fertility, and it is an exceptional time for communication, in a business matter, or within a relationship. This is also an auspicious time for any legal matters, especially those where finances are concerned, if a healing spell, or healing of any type is needed, this is the time.

Waxing Gibbous

During the phase of the Gibbous Waxing Moon anything to do with increase is compatible; this is a good time for minor magic as the lunar energy is waning.

Full Moon

The full Moon is the most powerful phase, this is when the Moon is seen in its glorious fullness, this is a time of enlightenment and heightened psychic awareness. It is a time when everything comes together, it is a time of ideas, also a time of commitment, to a person, idea or project. It is also a time of family, and or friends coming together, any spell is well aspected during this phase of the Moon.

Waning Gibbous

The Waning Gibbous Moon  is suitable for rituals associated with letting go, and banishing,  if it is time to clear out the old and prepare for the new, this is the Moon phase to spell craft with.

Waning Moon

As the Moon decreases in size, it goes from full to dark, and this is a time of letting go, it is also a time of completion. If you have been wanting to change something in your life, this is the perfect time.

It is also a time of ending anything that doesn’t work in your life, this may be a habit, a relationship, or paying attention to issues  associated with legal matters, this is a time to pay attention to anything that you have been procrastinating about

Moon Water

Moon water is very similar to Sun water. But rather than being charged by the sun, it’s charged by the moon. Moon water can be useful for helping boost the energy of a spell, to help an intention grow, protect and to cleanse a space.

Instructions:

Get a glass bottle

Fill it with any type of water.

Leave the bottle with water out in the moonlight for a whole night.

[ruewritesoccasionally]

Caught In The Act | Terry Richmond

Pairing: Terry Richmond x Black Reader

Warnings: Smut 18+, masturbation (f), use of toys, voyeurism, oral (f receiving), overstimulation, squirting, dirty talk, teasing, choking, power dynamics

Summary: A stressful week, a late-night release, and thin walls lead to her wildest fantasy—or is it reality—when her neighbour Terry intervenes.

Word count: 1.5K

a/n: chapter 4 of the reunion is underway but i'm procrastinating because writing a series kills me - i warned y'all lol 😩😩 but enjoy this nonetheless

The week had been unforgiving. Every deadline, every expectation, every passive-aggressive email seemed designed to crush her resolve. By Friday evening, she was a coiled spring of stress and frustration. The bourbon in her glass offered some solace, the amber liquid warming her from the inside out as she leaned against the kitchen counter. But it wasn’t enough—not nearly enough—to ease the tension thrumming beneath her skin.

She’d seen him earlier that day, crossing the car park with his toolbox in hand. Terry Richmond, the maintenance man for the complex, had a way of moving that felt unhurried yet commanding, as if the world bent to accommodate him. His low-cut black hair gleamed under the evening sun, and his stormy grey-green eyes seemed to see more than they should. He was a walking distraction, with broad shoulders that tested the seams of his work shirts and a voice that lingered like a touch.

She shook her head, trying to dispel the image of him. But as she wandered back into her bedroom, the thought of Terry lingered, simmering just beneath the surface. Setting her glass on the nightstand, she opened the top drawer, fingers brushing over the sleek contours of her favourite toy. Tonight, she wasn’t going to wait for relief to find her.

The dim light of her bedroom cast long shadows on the walls as she settled back against the pillows. The first hum of the rose-shaped vibrator sent a shiver through her, the tension in her body slowly unwinding as she focused on the sensations. Her free hand roamed over her skin, seeking out every nerve that cried for attention. The stress of the week melted away with every gasp, every arch of her back.

She didn’t hear him at first. The walls were thin, yes, but she was lost in her own world, her soft moans carrying through the quiet apartment. Terry heard them, though. Sitting on his sofa, he’d been nursing a beer when the muffled sounds reached his ears. At first, he thought it was the television, but when he muted it, the unmistakable cadence of pleasure became clearer. His brows lifted in surprise, a slow smirk curving his lips.

Curiosity got the better of him. Setting his beer aside, he crossed the hall, standing outside her door. He stood, his beer abandoned on the counter, and moved to his door. It was late, but curiosity—and something darker—drove him. He’d always noticed her in passing: the way her hips swayed when she walked, the curve of her smile when she greeted him, and those moments when she’d look at him just a little too long. Now, she was practically begging him to come over, her cries cutting through the stillness of the night.

 He could hear her more distinctly now, and the heat pooling in his stomach was undeniable. He knocked once, then twice, but there was no answer. The sounds continued, unabated, and something in him stirred—a mixture of mischief and possession. He reached for the master key on his keyring, rationalising it as a neighbourly duty. After all, what if she needed help?

The door opened silently, and Terry stepped inside. The living room was dark, the faint glow from her bedroom spilling into the hallway. He followed the sounds, his pulse quickening as he neared the source. When he reached the doorway, he froze, his breath catching in his throat. “You’re filthy, aren’t you?” he muttered under his breath, a dark chuckle slipping free. “Giving me this kind of show.”

He let himself in, the faint scent of her perfume mingling with something heady and warm. The sight stopped him in his tracks: she was bare, utterly exposed, her dark skin glistening in the soft light. One hand gripped the sheets, the other guiding the toy between her thighs as it hummed against her slick heat. Her head was thrown back, lips parted as soft cries spilled from her. Terry’s eyes darkened, his grip tightening on the doorframe. He couldn’t stop himself; his free hand slid down to palm himself through his sweatpants, the sight before him stirring a hunger he hadn’t felt in a long time. His breath caught when she let out a desperate moan, her back arching.

She was close—he could tell by the way her body tensed, the way her cries grew higher, needier. He stepped further into the room, his presence finally cutting through her haze of pleasure.

“I knew you were keeping something sweet behind these walls,” he finally said, his voice teasing, cutting through the haze of her pleasure. “But this? You’ve been keeping this from me? Naughty girl.”

“Enjoying yourself?” His voice was low, rough, and it hit her like a jolt of electricity.

Her eyes flew open, and she scrambled to cover herself, mortification colouring her cheeks. “T-Terry?” she stammered, reaching for the nearest blanket.

He stepped closer, his eyes dark and unrelenting. “Don’t,” he commanded, his voice soft but firm. “You’re going to ruin the view.”

She froze, her heart pounding. He moved to the edge of the bed, towering over her, his presence overwhelming. “You know there’s more to my job than being the handyman, right?” he murmured, his tone laced with innuendo. “If you needed help, all you had to do was ask.”

Her mouth opened, then closed, words failing her as he stepped closer. His gaze raked over her, dark and intent, and she felt exposed in more than one way.

“Now,” he continued, his voice laced with amusement, “you’ve got two options. I can stand here, and you can finish putting on that little show for me. Or,” he leaned down, his face inches from hers, “I can really make you feel good. Your choice.”

Her breath hitched, her body betraying her as his words sent a fresh wave of arousal coursing through her. Her thighs clenching instinctively. She didn’t trust herself to speak, so she simply nodded, her lips parted.

“Good girl,” he purred, his hand sliding up to her throat, applying the faintest pressure. “You like that? Being handled like this?”

A whimper escaped her lips, and he smirked, leaning down to capture her mouth in a searing kiss. He tasted of beer and sin, his tongue dominating hers as he pressed her into the mattress. His hand trailed down her body, teasing, until he found the vibrator still buzzing against her clit.

“You can’t handle it, can you?” he taunted, his voice a growl against her ear. “You’re shaking, but you’re not begging me to stop, are you?”

He alternated between the toy and his fingers, driving her to the brink again and again. With the sheets soaked, her thighs trembling and tears pricking her eyes, he finally relented, pulling her hips to the edge of the bed. He positioned himself between her legs, his dick thick and hard as he slid into her, inch by agonising inch.

Her nails dug into his arms as he began to move, each thrust deliberate and punishing. He pinned her wrists above her head, his grip firm but not painful, and growled, “You’ve been doing this with me right next door? Thinking about me while you fuck yourself? Don’t worry—I’ll make sure you don’t need to be by yourself again.”

His eyes never leaving hers. “Now, let’s see what you’ve been hiding from me.”

The night unfolded in a haze of pleasure and command, Terry’s touch igniting every nerve in her body. He teased her relentlessly, alternating between strokes, his mouth and the toy, pushing her to the brink again and again. His voice was a constant, low rumble in her ear, praising her, taunting her, claiming her.

He took her body as if he owned it, she was a trembling mess, every nerve alight with overstimulation. The world narrowed to the feel of him, the weight of his body, the rough timbre of his voice as he murmured filthy promises against her skin. His rhythm grew relentless, his hand sliding to her throat again as his other thumb circled her clit. When she shattered around him, crying out his name, he followed, spilling into her with a low, guttural groan.

The room was shrouded by silence except for their ragged breathing. But just as the pleasure began to fade, she woke with a gasp, her hand buried between her legs and the vibrator buzzing against her clit. Her chest heaved as she came back to herself, the haze lifting—and with it, reality came crashing in.

She wasn’t in Terry’s arms. She was alone, sprawled on her bed, the toy still humming weakly in her hand. Her climax had been real, but the rest? A vivid, all-consuming dream. She blinked, disoriented, her heart still racing as the echoes of her fantasy lingered.

A knock at the door shattered the quiet, and her breath caught. Pulling on her robe, she padded to the door, her pulse pounding in her ears. When she opened it, Terry stood there, a familiar smirk playing on his lips.

“Evening,” he drawled, his eyes sweeping over her. “Everything alright in there?”

For a moment, she couldn’t speak, couldn’t move. Her heart thundered in her chest as she met his gaze, her fantasy and reality colliding in a way that left her breathless. Maybe reality was about to be even better than the dream…

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Power Tools

John Price x wife!reader OC

Summary: John Price has become expertly good at ignoring his wife, until she finds something he can’t ignore.

Warnings: Domestic argument, swearing, mentions of pregnancy, not edited.

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“Joooohn” your voice carried throughout the house as you whined for your husband.

There was silence in return until you heard the television volume turned up loud enough you could now hear it from where you stood upstairs. You swore your eye twitched and the vein by your forehead pulsed visibly in annoyance.

You wanted to kill him.

John had turned into a procrastinator this past week for some unknown reason. Well, you knew why but he wouldn’t admit to it. The man hated decorating to his very core and would find any excuse to avoid it. Thats why you were the one who tended to paint rooms and set out new vases and art throughout the house. John would grumble that he liked it better before you made changes but you always ignored him.

If it were left up to John your home would turn into a museum, never to be altered or updated; a snapshot of life frozen in time. You were not the same. Change felt good, natural, fresh.

With a baby boy about to join your home you felt that there was a need for some freshness, especially in his nursery. All the natural wood furniture was set up and placed exactly where you wanted it. The walls were painted a soothing muted yellow and the juniper green rug was laid out in the center of the room. What was left were the Winnie the Pooh art pieces you picked out and gold rods for the silky white drapes. You also needed to mount the bookcase to the wall because it was at risk to fall over if tugged on hard enough.

“Fuck it. I don’t need a man. I can do this myself.” You mumbled to yourself and stormed downstairs as much as you were capable of at 8 months pregnant.

Once at the bottom of the stairs you caught sight of your infuriating husband. John was laid back on the couch, his back and shoulders propped up by pillows. He had his right arm thrown behind his head and his left hand deep in a bag of crisps that laid on his stomach. He wore black athletic shorts, mid calf white socks, and a long sleeve navy blue shirt, looking like the definition of comfort.

The television was loudly blasting some action movie he decided was much more important than helping you. You let out an annoyed, obnoxious breath as you waddled by which seemed to catch John’s attention.

“Darling, join me.” John called to you but all he got was you walking away down the hall. It was obvious you were mad at him but he honestly didn’t want to deal with it at the moment.

“I’ll rub your feet.” His tone was seductive as if this was enough to persuade you from your prior task.

John watched you falter halfway down the hallway. You clearly were giving it a thought and then were quickly making your way towards the basement. With an eye roll John went back to watching his movie in peace. Your normal sweetness was hard to find on days like today when you had opposing plans to him. So John thought it was best to avoid you to save himself the scolding.

You grabbed the power drill and tool box from the basement and headed back upstairs. You didn’t bother hiding it from view of John but he was too absorbed in his movie to notice. If you could read John’s mind you would find he was thinking about how to ask about dinner without sending you into a fit.

Once upstairs you set everything you would need out and grabbed the step stool from the hallway closet. You took the time to measure and draw a perfect line on the wall in pencil so the large painting would be level and centered. Smiling triumphantly you grabbed the power drill since this piece of art was on the heavy side and needed to be anchored.

Whirling the power drill a few times you were satisfied that it worked and then you climbed on to the step stool. Before you knew it you heard heavy footsteps bounding up the stairs and John call out your name. Not giving it any attention you continued with your task until you had the drill yanked from your hand.

“Hey!” You snapped at John who was now standing next to you with the bright yellow power drill in hand.

“Get down before you break your neck.” John ordered looking utterly annoyed at you.

The sound of the power drill had John rocketing up from his seat on the couch. It half startled him and had him coming to the realization you weren’t going to wait for him. If you weren’t so clumsy John doubted he would react so viscerally but having seen you wield a hammer he had no trust in you with a power drill.

“No! Give it back.” You swatted the hand John had outstretched for you away and grabbed the power drill. Yanking roughly, John wouldn’t let go.

“Enough. Get down and let me do it.” Again another gruff order from your husband that only infuriated you more.

You didn’t need him for this, you were more than capable; at least you thought you were. John had also shown no interest and now shows up trying to help? Not on your watch. You didn’t need him to pity help you now, you wanted his help when you asked for it.

“Give it.” With much more force you yanked again only for John to pull it back. Your grip didn’t let up and the two of you struggled over the power drill until you realized there was no way you were getting it back. That John had it in a death grip and he had you outmatched in strength.

“Fine!” You shouted and let go abruptly.

John had been mid tug and the loss of your force pulling it away from him had the drill springing back in John’s grip and clocking him in his right eyebrow. He stumbled back a single step, his free hand coming up and clutching his forehead.

“Fuckin’ hell.” John half shouted mainly from the pain. The drill hit him right on the bone so it made an audible crack when it connected.

As soon as John was struck your hands flew to cover your mouth in shock. Him getting hurt was not your intention and you instantly felt bad for fighting with him. Normally you would never stoop to that level of childishness to actually fight over an object; like two little kids wrestling over a toy.

“See what you’ve done!” John’s eyes were fiery as he doubled down and snapped at you.

His reaction toward you had all the sympathy draining from you and you were ready to fight again. No one yelled at you, especially not John. And you were ready to make him pay for being so rude to you.

“Serves you right for snatching it from me!” You shouted back. John’s nostrils flared and you could see he wanted to tear into you but was practicing some self restraint.

“For the love of god, get down, and let me do this.” Grabbing your hand John didn’t give you much of an option as he lead you off the step stool, the hand with the drill pushing on your back lightly to force you down the stool.

“Fine. But I’m still mad at you.” The snarkiness in your voice was met with a dry laugh. John had his back to you and was squaring up to start drilling in the anchors for the painting.

“Poor thing.” John answered back sarcastically.

The pair of you were both fuming, anger radiating off of you making the room feel suffocating. You two didn’t tend to fight, let alone like this. It was one of the most juvenile ways you had ever bickered but for some reason you couldn’t stop.

“If anything’s crooked I’m gonna lose it!” You half shouted your warning as you stormed out of the room.

“Don’t worry, it’ll all be up to your incredibly high standards, your majesty!” John shouted right back only to hear your bedroom door slam.

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A light knock sounded on your bedroom door and a moment later it slowly opened. John’s head poked in to see you sat up in the center of your king sized bed. You had your arms crossed over your chest and an annoyed look plastered across your face as you watched the history channel.

“Darling-“

“Thought it was ‘your majesty.’” You shot back.

John cringed at your words, hating that you quoted him from your previous argument. It wasn’t the nicest insult to hurl your way but it also wasn’t that bad in John’s opinion. You could be incredibly particular at times, so if anything he thought it was quite a clever thing to call you.

With a sigh John decided not to answer right away. He made his way into your shared room taking note how you were eyeing him from the corner of your eye, not willing to fully look at him. Slowly John got on to your bed and began to crowd your space by crawling over to you. Turning your head away, you refused to give him attention. So John got on top of you, straddling your knees and leaning forward so your faces were close together. Only you were turned away trying to keep yourself from cracking into a smile and hold on to the bratty attitude.

“I love you.” John spoke matter of factly.

“Yeah?” The fake bratty tone had John chuckling. He found you to be so cute.

The fight from earlier was a childish one and John had asked himself if arguing with his pregnant wife like that was seriously worth it. He decided it wasn’t and that you two needed to burry the hatchet. In retrospect it was comical that either of you reacted in the ways you did. It was completely out of character.

“I hung everything up just how you wanted. Mounted the bookcase to the wall. Even ordered your favorite takeaway for dinner.” John purred and watched you soften like puddy in his hand.

“I’m not hungry.” You mumbled only to be betrayed by your grumbling stomach.

John’s breath ghosting your face and neck was making you weaken and ready to crumble. You were past being mad at him and honestly wanted to move on so you could cuddle and watch a movie.

“That’s a lie.” John countered. Leaning in he pressed his forehead against yours and smiled widely when you finally turned to him and broke into a playful snicker.

“I love you.” John cooed, a chuckle rumbling from his burly chest.

“I love you too.” With a smile you showed off how your sour mood had left you.

“Can we kiss and make up?” John nodded as he spoke which had you mimicking the action.

“As long as you agree we were both out of line.” Putting your finger in John’s face he smirked and leaned back to sit on his heels.

“Fair enough. I’m sorry.” It was an easy sorry that rolled off the tongue.

“I’m sorry too, John.” You apologized just as easily and then the two of you shared a sweet kiss.

“Now, enough with the pouting. Let me show you how wonderful the nursery looks. You picked out some amazing things.” Rolling off of you John was swiftly on his feet and offering you a hand to help you out of bed.

“You really think so?” The compliment had you blushing since John usually hated any change in interior decoration.

“Yes, it’s perfect.”

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“Joooohn!” You called form your bedroom knowing for a fact he could hear you. This was the third time you had called his name only to be ignored.

You knew he was ignoring you because he didn’t feel like helping you order his sister’s birthday present. He had flippantly told you since you were a woman you knew best on what to get his little sister. Then he retreated to the living room where he seemingly went deaf.

A lightbulb buzzed to life above your head. Tiptoeing to the nursery you saw the power drill and brought it back to your bedroom. Sitting back on your bed and smiling like the devil you whirled the drill a few times and waited. Just like before you heard the thunder of footsteps bounding up the stairs to come see what you were doing.

John burst into your bedroom ready to steal whatever task you were doing and do it himself. Only he saw you sitting in the center of your bed with the power drill in one hand and your laptop open in front of you.

“So this is how I get you to stop ignoring me.” Shaking the drill at John you tossed it behind you on the bed.

John’s face dropped from worry to deadpan. He did not like being made a fool of and here he was falling into his wife’s playful little trap. He could admit it was quite clever of you.

“You’re joking.” John huffed out in annoyance.

“Since you’re here, help me pick out a gift for Sarah.” You motioned to your laptop with a cheeky smile. John simply rolled his eyes and flopped down on the bed next to you ready to see what you had pulled up.

You and that power drill would do this trick for years to come. Until one day you realized John had hidden it from you so you were forced to go out and buy your own; which too went missing. So now you use whatever power tool you can get your hands on or even start hammering to get your husband’s instant undivided attention.

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Tips, Fun Facts & Guidelines: From The Grimoire Of Deathful Wombs

☠If you summon a spirit for one purpose, abandon that purpose once the spirit manifests, and then ask for something else instead, the spirit will be furious. Making an additional request impromptu can go alright, so long as the additional request is not too much of a tangent from the original request.

☠The Ars Goetia, which contains 72 demons, was a rewrite of an older grimoire containing 69 spirits. The Ars Goetia included four additional demons and excluded one named Pruflas. 72 relates to the muliebral current of magickal energy, total magickal empowerment, and the Ophidian (draconian/serpentine) current.

☠If you disrespect the demons thoroughly enough, they might attack you, even to the point of having deathly intent. Even when that happens, it is still entirely possible for the deities to forgive you and continue to further your ascent.

☠Forgiveness is easy to get from most spirits, but sometimes forgiveness is partial. Articulated apologies and offerings both make forgiveness easier to get, and making spiritual progress is a big way to regain their favor.

☠Each of us will resonate better with some demons than others from the very beginning of our work. This is based partially upon the idiosyncracies of our physis- you will get the strongest manifestations by working with a demon whose physis is comparable to yours. Invocations of various demons will help you identify which types of spirits you resonate with. The ones most divorced from your physis will be difficult to invoke. By deliberately working with those spirits, you have become gradually attuned to their physis. Not only will this give you the ability to effectively access greater portions of the Numinous, it will strengthen the weak points in your spirituality and balance your own physis. The more balanced your energy is, the more powerful it is.

☠All the deities have their own character, preferences, values, etc. Ra hates psychic vampyres to the extent that he is liable to attack entire covens of them unprovoked, but Tiamat, Qingu, and Absu all love vampyres and are quite interested in their success, evolution, and well-being. Shugara judges people based on character, deeds, and potential. Samael is more strict than most deities.

☠You don't get over shit, you get through it- grieve normally. If you still have an emotional attachment to a bad memory, that means there's something about it you still haven't processed. Spells for emotional healing don't make you weak, they just allow you to cooperate with the spirits who care about you. To rephrase that last sentence: team work makes a dream work.

☠Refuse to distance yourself from the persons and spirits important to you during times of hardship- that's one of the worst things you can do.

☠Do not neglect your own well-being and mundane life for magick. The spiritual high can distract you from your outside life and incline you to procrastinate and neglect your obligations.

☠You'd ve surprised how early in your life certain spirits may have had their eyes on you. Your relationships with them may go back to past lives and/or activities between incarnations. Don't let it bother you if you aren't one of these cases.

☠If spirits call you a fool, that means you're doing the right thing: exploring unfamiliar territory. The Fool symbolizes the initiation process, as does Death. Death also symbolizes change and transformation.

☠Entities who are of a similar spiritual nature to yours or which share the disposition of your personality, will be easier for you to sense, see, hear, channel, evoke, and invoke. There are many factors defining the nature of your personal spiritual make-up, including the state of your alignment with various planetary forces, your Zodiac sign and its alchemical element, your attunement to various types of spiritual energy, and the position of your personality on the spectrum from feminine traits to masculine.

☠Some spirits have their own signature ways to give omens to the magician- Shugara uses the rain, Surgat tampers with locks, and so forth. Omens oftentimes simply serve to either let the witch know the spirit is interested in them or assure the witch of their presence. It's not too uncommon for spirits to hide your shit, appear in clouds, etc.

☠As far as I know, no perfect or omnipotent beings exist.

☠The gods destroy people all the time. Sometimes this can be so subtle that a magickal adept can be destroyed by a deity and think that it's helping them the whole time.

☠If a spirit tells you something you already know or reminds you to do something you already planned on doing, they're doing it for a reason.

☠Offerings do not have to be given during ritual, and you'd be surprised how many different types of viable offerings there are. You can offer fur shed by your pets to a demon (burn it). Fresh picked flowers can be an offering- so can sharing your meal or drink. Incense and lit candles used in ritual can serve as offerings.

☠Demons require offerings for sustenance, but they will only demand them of you if you did something wrong- unless a given offering is simply necessary for a ritual.

☠Ask the demon what they call themselves. If necessary, ask them to explain the symbolism of that title.

☠Consuming part of an offering to a deity takes the essence of that entity into your being.

☠Most practitioners of demon magick have a matron and/or patron demon. When a spirit offers to fill this role, make it official with a personally designed ritual.

☠Refusing to speak about a rite will greatly increase its power, but speaking about it isn't the end of the world.

☠If a deity asks why it should fulfill your request, the right answer is always something to the effect of, "I just wanted your help". Anything else is technically a lie. Lying to a spirit about why you want what you want is a huge mistake, but even the most trustworthy spitits may lie to you about certain things either for your own benefit, to prevent you from knowing a truth you are not ready for, or even just to patronize you. This does not count as hypocrisy on their part- deity-human interactions are a special case.

☠You'll end up looking back at problems you could've solved with black magick.

☠Chances are that whether or not human or animal sacrifice is immoral depends entirely on whether or not it is immoral to kill the person of animal in the first place.

☠Demons hate child abusers.

☠Destructive magick "thins the veil", furthering the alchemical refinement of our universe.

☠Love and lust are very magickally powerful, and sexual interactions with a deity increase your energetic rapport with them.

☠Drawing one of the Goetic sigils is often enough to get the attention of the demon it's attributed to. The demon may even manifest while the sigil is being drawn. Simply looking at any given sigil can make the sigil more powerful permanently. It is even possible to subconsciously activate a sigil by looking at it- this is not a bad thing, nor does it mean that you're being vampyrized by whoever designed the sigil.

☠Some demons think less of you when you think less of yourself. If this becomes a problem with a spirit, tell them you're trying to fix whatever problems you have and ask for assistance.

☠Force yourself to be confident about the effects of a rite during, before, and after its performance.

☠If a particular spirit fills you with intrigue and/or excitement, this means they want to interact with you.

☠When a spirit manifests to give you instructions or warnings, the advice is often as simple as, "do this". "Pay more attention to your surroundings". "Don't trust this person". If a demon tella you things like this, the advice is often necessary for your well-being in your immediate situation. If you plan on doing a rite in the next couple hours and a spirit suddenly tells you to do it at 10:30 specifically, you might find that this is necessary to avoid a grave intrusion.

☠Unless you specifically expect a demon to adhere to its recorded appearance, it will often assume a form hither to unrecorded, even to the extent of changing genders.

☠Even spirits renowned to be the most harsh, demanding, cruel etc. often turn out to have a kinder side.

☠You should only offer your blood to the most important spirits in your path- always seek the guidance of your matron/patron and/or higher self before you offer your blood to a nre spirit. Once you offered blood to a spirit, they are always with you, and their ability to influence you increases. This does not mean that they will take control of you at some point the way people infer. Any amount of blood offered is sufficient to create this connection, and offering more blood later will not strengthen the connection.

☠Cemeteries are great places for demon magick- just don't use them without guidance.

☠Do not think demons are limited to their recorded ranks and attributions.

☠The more you work with, pray to, meditate on, and research an entity, the stronger your energetic rapport with them grows. Generally speaking, when you are thinking of a demon, it is thinking of you.

☠The idea of historical facts is a relatively new invention. Mythical stories often served to contain truth instead of fact. Imagine that a given mythological figure is recorded to have given his last piece of food to a stranger. Such a story would most likely not be intended to relate a specific and factual historical event. Instead, such a story might just serve to convey the mythological figure's generosity.