#Like he's normal now but he Must Repent

[the-cat-and-the-birdie]

It bothers the hell out of me when no one talks about what George stacy? (whatever his name is) (gwens dad) pulling out a gun and was (probably) going to harm his own kid?? why is no one talking about? why is that scene so overlooked?? it's so fucking overlooked, call me whatever, but my gut has been screaming to me about it, it's so weird how overlooked it is, And I know it's not just me, but I also feel kike I know why and it sucks, I feel bad for gwen, I don't think she'll ever look at him that way and it's not being talked about as much.

NO DEADASS REALLY FOR REAL DEADASS

Like the implications of that scene are insane - if we question what he would've done, like it gets sickening.

Because he let out a warning shot, he's going by procedure. So if Gwen hadn't complied, what would he have done? If she 'resisted arrest' is he really ready to use force - A GUN on his own daughter.

He KNOWS she Spider-Gwen now. He's see what she can do - Gwen could probably dodge a bullet if she knew she was being shot at. Knowing that, he was doing that to get her to submit in fear, that hopefully his place as a cop would scare her into WHAT?? Giving herself up.

Gwen CAN'T.

This is NYC mind you.

If you get arrested in NYC they send you Riker's Island while you wait for trail. Riker's Island being the jail that inspired ARKHAM ASYLUM.

It's considered one of the foulest facilities in the country. Gwen is what, 16-17? Wanted for murder - the cops HATE her, the courts could easily trial her as an adult.

Was he REALLY ready to throw his 16 year old daughter into the most dangerous neglective hellish place the city has to offer? Was he ready to shoot her or worse?

WHAT WAS HE GONNA DO??? CAUSE WHATEVER IT WAS...HE SEEMED COMMITED TO DOING IT.

SIR WHAT WERE YOU GOING TO INFLICT UPON YOU INNOCENT CHILD - HOBIE GET THE GUITAR

No wonder she was gonna leave without talking to him. If Hobie hadn't come over, she would've rather been homeless on the streets rather than try and face her dad again - knowing it can end up MUCH worse.

Not knowing if he's looking for her to apologize or throw her in a cruiser he makes me SICKKKK BRUHH ITs NOT EVEN FUNNY AT THIS POINT

As soon as he started talking she had an attitude because she's still pissed about there. There's so much sadness there but anger too, cause like

How you deadass pull a gun on your only family??????????????

How you deadass about to send your daughter to a detention center or a jail OR MORE LIKELY COMPLETE SOLITARY. Consider her powers.

Like..... These movies want me to pat him and Peter B. on the back for a job well done when they BOTH let Gwen down. And Gwen has to come TO THEM to fix it (which I understand for her dad but Peter r u deadass)

Meanwhile Jefferson is doing TWENTY THOUSAND TIMES BETTER WTF

FUCK GEORGE STACY ALL MY HOBIES HATE GEORGE STACY JEFFERSON DAVIS IS A KIN

DO YOU THINK HED EVER PULL A GUN ON MILES NO!!!!!

[malehypnofantasy]

Muscle Head

"Morning, muscle head,"

"Ugh.....what do you want? I literally pounded your ass to oblivion as if that's my girlfriend's tight sloppy pussy last night, what else now?"

"Can you calm down for me, muscle head?"

"Y---yes, sorry about the outburst. I just didn't think you'll wake up this quick,"

"This is 9 AM, this ain't early, muscle head. I noticed the damp towel so you already worked out. Well, last night was great, but don't you think you need to eat again after that draining workout before going on about your day? My feet can get used to a passionate sucking,"

And just like that, the muscular bodybuilder dropped to the floor and grabbed the nerd's hazel brown feet. The bodybuilder sucked each toes with the utmost care and attention while moaning in delight on how delicious of a treat it is and the nerd just smiled proudly while holding his laughter due to the ticklish sensation of the handsome bodybuilder's tongue and saliva.

The whole feet worship lasted for about 5 minutes before the bodybuilder went on another body parts. He lost himself to his Master's barely hairy pits and thin arms while his Master caressed his hair and whispered sweet nothings to his ear. Eventually, he blew his Master's cock before going on about his day as he got some brand partnership talk with one of his sponsor during lunch before another gym appointment with two clients and his own coach throughout the evening. During the stretch of hours he's outside of the house, he behaved normally as if he didn't just swallow the cum of his nerdy loner of a neighbor earlier today

Around 8 PM, the gym is already quiet as the bodybuilder already asked his coach for a 1-on-1 session in his prep to Mr. Olympia so the gym is closed early. When he's doing his set, someone called his coach, so the coach excused himself to pick it up. It's an unknown number but against his better judgement, he picked up

"Hello dumb tool. You must be in the gym, this is your Master speaking, Tobias. Is Aaron still with you?"

And just like that, the Coach reverted to his tranced and enslaved self as he answered monotonously that Aaron is indeed with him and he's currently working on his muscle and poses for next week's Mr. Olympia

"Well, Aaron's little brain probably forget that he's also my subject even though he's out of the house and I told him to be back home before 8:30. That's not going to happen now since this is 8:10 already so I want you to punish him, dumb tool. This is what you're going to do---"

A couple minutes later, the Coach, Tobias, stared at his disciple.

"Are you done with all the reps?"

"Yes, I'm done. Who called? You spent quite some times," he said while taking out one of his earbuds

"It's none of your business, muscle head," said the Coach smirking while Aaron's pupil went wide as his consciousness started slipping away and his entranced self started to resurface once again. But, he's wearing one of his earbuds still so he resisted and started begging

"Coach, what the fuck? Don't say that word again,"

"What? Muscle head? Why? Aren't you a muscle head? Stop resisting and let that bitch ass power bottom out, Aaron. Our Master already told me to punish you for breaking your curfew,"

"Wait.....our Master?? Oh no...." he said, still fighting even though his Coach bombardment of his trigger word clearly made this a losing battle

"This is 8:25, muscle head. Don't you remember your Master's order? Maybe that's why our Master called you muscle head, because your little brain barely have an original thought of its own. You know what, kneel. Kneel to the floor and start repent, muscle head. Beg for your Master's mercy,"

Aaron didn't want to, but his Coach grabbed him by the shoulder and pushed his form as his trembling knee eventually caved in to the pressure. The coach also grabbed the still plugged earbuds and then smirked as he whispered Aaron's trigger word with his gruff voice. Aaron looked up and eventually realized how glazed his Coach's eyes are, and then he started to be pushed to his own subconsciousness as the other Aaron's fully resurfaced

"Now worship me, muscle head. Master is on his way to pick you up and he ordered me to train you to become the biggest slut in this year Mr. Olympia. So let's take this slow so we can still have something to show to our Master when he eventually comes around,"

[vibingandsimping]

got anything for Ketheric or the Oathbreaker Knight by chance? 🫣

First time writing on my PC... formatting might be strange. I apologize now. I also can see my top followers? Shoutout to you guys. Not proofread... have a blast.

Ahead contains some content like smut and such.

Ketheric is an older man. We all know this. He doesn't have the stamina of a typical, younger man. That doesn't mean he doesn't try to keep up with you in both domestic activities and the bedroom. A lot of his time is taken up by governing Moonrise and overseeing his growing army. As well as assisting Orin and Gortash's plans for domination. His spare time is spent with you as much as he can! Whether that's doing something like a hobby of yours or his. One good feature of his is that he's always showing interest in your own interests. He wants to learn about you when he can. He'll make sure you get the finest food and treatment around Moonrise that he can assure. As far as the bedroom goes, he is similar to Oathbreaker in a sense. He doesn't typically tolerate disobedience or brats. He is too old and tired for that shit. He will come down with a harsh hand if you disrespect him in any sort. Now, he is older so it takes him a little longer to acquire an erection. He admires your form just like any other but he is seasoned. Ketheric doesn't get hard just from seeing someone nude. He needs a more seductive dance (whether that's you actually actively seducing him or engaging in some lengthy foreplay). Once both you and him are proper and ready for the more intimate acts he knows what he is doing. He treats you like fine porcelain (but he's not afraid to scratch it a bit) and focuses on your pleasure for the majority. Honestly, it can be hard wrangling him from between your thighs at this point. You'll have cum to his mouth and fingers a minimum of twice before he's even entering you. Cock aching and his chest heaving with your spent over his lips and beard. His thrusts aren't particularly bruising but they seek all your sensitive spots with such ease it's mind-melting.

Oathbreaker is a different story. He is an immortal entity so I don't believe he physically ages. He does age mentally, though. The knight has been alive for too long to also take shit. He won't regard you if you're a normal person. Only way to garner attention is if you're an Oathbreaker but... we all make sacrifices, right? It wasn't intended to meet him when you first broke your oath. The shame washing over you as the world darkened and a figure filled your vision. Though, the longer he spoke and... sympathized(?) with you the more it seemed alright. He stuck around your camp so you stuck around him. Somehow, you two ended up creating a bond of sorts. He was full of wisdom, more-specifically about your paladin nature. His ominous aura, deep voice and distinct features were attractive. When he hears wind about your attraction to him? He has a blast with it, honestly. The next time you talk to him he makes relentless comments. About how you're attracted to a being of another realm. A man who has seen nearly anything and was the first to break his own oath. You're about a puddle before he shows any of his own interest. It's been awhile since he's had a toy... and a toy you are. He regards you as if you're a dirty being. You must repent to him for going against your oath- for finding him attractive. What would your god think? I am unsure if he has... parts. He will fuck you with his fingers and the hilt of his sword, though. He takes his time with it and eases you into everything. He is a consent king beyond it all. Constantly asking for reassurance in subtle ways. The sex is less about his pleasure rather than dominance. To see you fall apart and break under his touch is pleasure enough. Kudo's to you if you find a way to make him cum!

[frickingnerd]

the curse of the dragon princess

pairing: ryuko tatsuma / ryukyu x gn!reader

summary: after being sent to slay a dragon, you learn that said dragon is a cursed princess in need of your aid

tags: fantasy au, dragon!ryukyu x hero!reader, injured!ryukyu (due to reader), angst & regret, missunderstandings (+resolution)

you were promised wealth beyond your comprehension, if you'd manage to defeat the dragon looming in a cave outside of town. but nobody had warned you that said dragon was a beautiful woman with a curse on her.

“w-what have i done…?”

you dropped the sword that has just pierced through the dragon's flesh. it was a grueling battle, but you had won. but now, that victory meant nothing to you, as the fearsome dragon turned into a wounded woman in front of your very eyes.

“n-no, i– how could i…?”

you were frozen in place. your widened eyes were fixated on her. she looked beautiful, blonde hair falling onto her shoulders. and as she opened her eyes, they were a piercing yellow. a color you had never seen reflected in someone's eyes before.

as she slowly opened her eyes, you fell to your knees beside her. carefully, you lifted up her head, your hands trembling.

“you… who sent you?”

there was no malice in the woman's voice.

“the king. he set a high reward for you. but if i knew that you weren't a monster, i would've never–”

slowly and quietly, she lifted her hand and you fell into silence.

“my stepfather… huh.”

her words meant nothing to you. you understood what she was saying, but you couldn't understand what she meant.

“who are you…?”

“if i tell you, can you keep a secret?”

you nodded silently. the girl sat up slowly, her wounds slowly closing with each passing moment. it was too fast. it wasn't normal. but you had seen stranger things today, like that dragon turning into a beautiful woman.

“the king you spoke of… he's my stepfather. after he married into the family, i was soon cursed and banished from the kingdom. that dragon form you saw before, that's thanks to him.”

slowly, things began to make sense. but it was all still hard to grasp. if the king was that girl's stepfather, then she must be the…

“princess?”

“it's been years since i've been called that”

so it was true. the princess that had vanished years ago was the woman laying in your arms right now. the same woman with a dragon's curse on her. and all of that thanks to the royal family…

“i need you to do me a favor”

the girl's voice snapped you out of your thoughts.

“you could call it repentance for trying to kill me…”

“of course, anything you need–!”

you felt horrible for hurting her. even more now that you knew more about who she truly was and what she had been through.

“if i return to the kingdom, i'll need someone to look after me. i can handle myself well, but someone who has my back would be appreciated”

“why would you want to return to the kingdom?”

her own family cursed her. she was banished and treated like a monster. no, she was turned into a monster. what good reason did she have for returning there? did she plan to make up with her family? or was it something more sinister, like…

“revenge.”

you didn't dare say a word. the mood became tense and it seemed like she had noticed it too.

“you're free to turn me down. but i can't let the king's sins remain unpunished…”

slowly, the woman rose to her feet. she seemed to do much better than a few minutes ago. as you remained frozen on your knees, she reached her hand out to you.

“are you with me?”

[qpacinho]

More of Pac’s infirmary arc.

(Tw: self-neglect, self-isolation, unhealthy coping, nuanced internalized ableism, harassment, implied threats, flashbacks)

Some days, Pac was glad he was alone. He would take a deep breath and find himself glad he wasn't sharing air here in the infirmary wing. The idea of dealing with... anything from before just sounded exhausting. Escape plans. Fights. Gangs. Working. It all felt so pointless in the face of his new reality. He needed some time to figure himself out. Those days he would lay in his bed, and refuse to get up. He would take the nowhere near strong enough pain meds and try to sleep until the day is over.

Other days his thirty minutes outside would place him pacing around the wall with forearm crutches and a flimsy piece of metal and plastic attached to his body. Something that felt like it hardly supported his weight but it was all they would give him. Anything more expensive would be on his dime, but what dime did he have? They took everything from him. Despite all of that nonsense, sometimes a breeze would blow through and he would get to enjoy it tossing his hair around for a second.

And sometimes, Mike would speak. Hesitantly, but presently. "I know you said you don't understand why we don't leave without you, but I wouldn't know what to do with myself," Mike gruffly admits this time.

Pac blinks. He stops walking. Mike follows suit the moment he notices. He ended up hardly a step in front of Pac. A smile crosses Pac's lips. He hopes its convincing enough. "I think you would be okay, but thank you for waiting," he tries to reassure. He meets Mike's gaze. Something in Mike seems to shrink away. His body folding ever slightly inward at the words. Pac wonders if something about him is just that off-putting now.

"Whenever you're back in our ward, we're leaving," Mike responds a little softer. If Pac were anyone but himself he wouldn't have picked up on the subtle shake to Mike's voice. His feet start moving again, and Pac follows. Crutches swinging.

Later in his cell, Pac tries to get a look in the mirror while he sits on the bed. His eyes glance over the reflection that greets him. He watches a laugh wrack his body as he takes it all in. His jumpsuit hangs off him awkwardly. It always has but the way it bags around his slimming shoulders and torso should be scary. His eyes were dull, sunken, and dark. His hair was matted to hell and back. His cheekbones were more prominent than his baby face would ever allow under normal circumstances.

Fuck. He closes his eyes and curls his body forward for a second. Pac looks like a corpse. This place was killing him. This place was going to be the death of him, and he would deserve it. He was a sinner and a piece of shit

Beyond saving. Beyond repentance. Doomed from the start. This would be his grave, like JV.

There's tension in his throat. Bile fills Pac’s stomach. He feels his hands start to shake and tremble against his will. The world around him starts to feel fake. An illusion. An overlay. He squeezes his eyes tighter. He was still in the passage. He never left. Every day he feels like he never left.

There's hands on him. A tourniquet around his knee. Someone is yelling. Everything burns. Faintly. He has to be good and quiet. Good little rabbits stay quiet.

His world splits into two processes. Conflicting understandings of the present, contrasted by a complete lack of understanding at the same time. Cotton and concrete. Tears and blood. Caress and chokehold.

"Shhh. Shhhh, queridinho," Pac hears. Harsh, a little raspy. Attempting gentleness that is probably fake.

But it's too real. His heart beats in his chest faster than anything ever has. The world comes into a focus so fast. The slow motion of the seconds before disaster hits him. He's humming. His eyes are closed. There's blood in his mouth. He must have bitten his cheek. He does not want to open his eyes. There's a hand on his back.

Pac has no idea how Cell got in here.

"Queridinho, look at me," Cell not quite whispers. It isn't... loud. Normally Cell is loud, but this is very very quiet. In a way, it could almost be comforting. The bile rising further in his throat refused to be ignored. He would always be denied deluded safety.

A hand gently cups Pac’s cheek and turns his head to look at Cell. "Good. If you keep screaming, you're going to wake everyone up," he explains. Pac isn't sure if it's a threat. With Cell, really everything was. Pac forces his eyes to focus. He can't make eye contact without completely spiraling. "I don't want anything else to happen to you. We've already waited too long for you," Cell gently drags his finger tips up to Pac's hair as he speaks. There's some half-hearted attempt at comfort. It was probably just performative.

Any of Cell's kindness had a motive. Even when lips meant lips, it was all a means to an end. The grip on Pac’s jaw made him wonder if Cell knew genuine gentleness. Or if it was all the same to him. Everything was an illusion or it was blatant honestly. The worse it was the more honest you could assume it was.

Then Cell gets closer. Pac can feel hot air on his face, but he sees something else. He sees blood on Cell's teeth. His body wants to curl in on itself with pain and dizziness. His skin is slowly growing cold and sweaty. He is dying, again. The taste of his own blood on his lips. The texture of his own flesh in his mouth. A hand gripped so hard in his hair that it might pull hair out.

Pac bites the inside of his cheek to ground himself. A whine leaves his throat in his distress. It is still so quite though. "You're okay. Queridinho, I just need to fill you in on some plans," Cell starts. His true message hidden by a veil of sweet tones. The way he almost coos around the word Queridinho, like it was a sweet gift of a nickname. "So good for me. Here is the plan, Pacci. You're going to ask to go back to your cell. No more infirmary. Then you get three weeks to get back into shape before we leave," he explains.

Pac doesn't register the words, not really. Torn between moments it was hard to understand what was real or not. Cell doesn't give him much time to try and catch up before he's moving Pac’s head for him. A nod. Pac had to agree. His chest burns at this. He doesn't understand until Cell let's go of his face. He collapses back onto the bed and then it clicks. His time was up.

He doesn't even bother to try and figure out how Cell got in. Pac stays motionless aside from visible shaking. The cell door closes, and Pac rolls to face away from it. He didn't want to look. He didn't want to exist. Pac just wanted to be nothing.

Pac would have to ask tomorrow.

[pervertpan]

inspired by @meo-eiru oc, the lovely creepy priest Micah, go check her out!! all of her oc is so good 😩

notes : its been years since i write so keep that in mind, this is mostly for self indulgent and please know english isnt my first language + i dont rlly know about religion

!warning! : implied yandere(?), religious tone, reader is said to be not religious

Micah × Fem!Reader

The little village you moved in is a peaceful and quiet place, just exactly what you need after living in a busy and hectic city. The people here accept you with an open arm, they've been making the sudden change of atmosphere easier.

It's only been a week since you settle down but the lovely old lady that live across of you has been insisting that you need to accompany her to the sunday prayer, you're not the most religious person out there but having nothing to do you let her drag you at the early morning.

You've seen the church a lot from the outside, the white marbled building paired with a small flower garden is hard to miss after all. Inside it's no difference than any other church you've seen, rows of wood benches, a small sanctuary with an altar on top, and of course the holy father itself.

Micah, the village priest, with his sweet face and soft voice that can make anyone fell onto their knees and repent. You give Micah a respectful smile as the old lady that bring you with her greet him warmly, Micah talk to her just as warm.

"Micah, you have met the new resident, Y/N, right? She finally accept my invitation to come here."

"Yes, we've met a couple time before but this is the first time we talked. It's nice seeing you joining us, Miss Y/N."

You give an awkward chuckle,

"Well it's been a while since I go to any church, but I'm happy to finally talk with you Father Micah."

Before Micah can give a proper answer you've been pulled to another villager, you're sure you catch a twitch from the corner of Micah mouth but the talkative fisherman in front of you quickly bury that thought.

The ceremony and prayer goes much the same as it did when you're a child, not like you remembered all the detail of it. As far as you concerned this is more of a chance to socialize rather than an actual religious act from your part, from the conversation before it seem that a lot of the villager regardless of their faith put Micah in high regard.

Hearing the sermon he give you can see why, it feel like Micah dig straight into your soul and drag every sin you've hidden deep inside, trying to put it into light and wash it clean with his words. You can hear the soft whisper from beside you, the old lady seemingly asking for forgiveness from the lord.

When it end, you help her stand up from seating too long, escorting her toward the exit. Just as you both about to go out Micah appear beside the door like a ghost and asking for your time.

"Mrs. Rosewood, I'm sorry but I have to take a bit of Miss Y/N time from you."

You cant help but raised your eyebrow slightly at the demand covered as a request, Micah give her a polite farewell and a wave before turning fully to you.

"Miss Y/N, from our earlier conversation I cant help but assume you're not used to go to a church, yes?"

A seemingly normal question from a priest but you can feel a slight proding in it, you clean your throat and try to school your expression.

"Ah yes, dont really have the time and place at the city."

His smile seem to widen slightly at that, his closed eyes somehow seem to scan your entire being. He put a hand on your shoulder, his hold firm and soft at the same time.

"I hope this place can help you with that and thank you for coming with Mrs. Rosewood, she has been searching for a person to accompany her for a long time. She must be ecstatic with you here now."

He pull his hand and greet you farewell, the shoulder he put his hand on feel heavy, like a sudden responsibility has been put on you. You take a shuddering breath and greet him farewell as well, hurriedly going out of the church to catch up with Mrs. Rosewood.

Behind you Micah watch your every move, like a grim reaper ready to strike. The sunlight making his now open eyes glimmer, an uncomfortably wide smile on his face. He bend down and grab a rose that has been trampled beside the opened door, kissing the bruised petals and broken stem.

[hmshermitcraft]

hi pearldaph anon here with another themed submission. zedpearltek this time heheh

tango, a journalist for the POST (a popular newspaper that somehow hasnt died off despite being around for decades) is stuck in a rut trying to hunt down the next big headline in time for his paper deadline. he knows his weird probably an eldritch deity manager etho would be content with anything he offers, but he doesnt want to just boot off some lame scandal. he wants to prove his worth to the POST. it must be fates will that he stumbles upon a old ruin while out on a night trail.

enter archeologist & history teacher zedaph, also at the temple, on another trail, who ALSO just so happened to be looking for something interesting to bring to his meeting with the head of POST.

of course, like normal people, they break in. and just so happen to run into each other. and argue. and consequently wake up a woman who had been sleeping inside a glass coffin. and that woman just so happened to be the goddess of war & deity of the moon herself who had been trapped in her temple for thousands of decades due to attempting to kill her older brother, god of mischief & deity of the sun, out of envy, and now was confined to a mortal body till she repented for her crimes. what a meetcute huh

It would be a brilliant story! If anyone believed them. At least they might be able to spin something about the temple and the mystery around it, between Tango's storytelling and Zedaph's historical knowledge.

Etho's reaction is to offer Pearl a job. Of course the goddess of war and deity of the moon wants to work as a papergirl! Tango stares in horror? Awe? As she begins detailing her plans to climb up the ladder and become a journalist too.

Zedaph seems to take all this in stride. How annoyingly history teacher of him.

[popcorn1989]

Uhtred x reader for your prompt list with 21 please?

Notes: Priests so many priests..... and I laughed at my own story while writing it. I'm going to hell.

Pairing: Uhtred x Reader

Warning: Nothing, Nah, maybe sex content, but nothing written out

Summary: Where is the priest called Albert? You and Uhtred set off and soon find him, but Uhtred is more surprised by you than by the priests.

"So this is the village?" asked Uhtred standing next to you, your horses tied to a tree behind you. "Village?" you asked in surprise, looking down at the farm, which was more like it for you. There wasn't much here, a small chapel, two larger houses and four small ones.

There was a stable next to the chapel and you saw a granary. But that's all there was. "Well, if you say so" You looked at him, "So shall we? Albert is supposed to be there, and only he knows where the princess is."

Uhtred's face contorted "When I see it like this, it makes me sick to go down there" You knew exactly what he meant, again you let your eyes wander over the people. There were only priests, monks, novices and everything male, in short, the village was as Christian as those left behind by King Alfred.

"Let's just get this over with" you said and were about to walk down the hill when Uhtred grabbed you by the arm, "You know I go through a lot, Honey, I love you. But this…" he nodded towards the village"…is a bit too…"

"A bit too Christian?" he nodded, his face twisted again. "We just have to ask if Albert is there … And then we'll talk to him and go" You reasoned that if two half Danes came to this village, the priests would start reciting prayers to you. "Hide Thor's hammer" he did as you said and also hid your amulet under your shirt.

"Or should I have asked Finan or Osferth, darling?" he raised his eyebrow, he hated it when you were alone with those two, he even told Osferth if he touched you again he would be missing a few fingers, it was a joke wasn't it?

"I'll be fine" he said looking at the horses "We'll leave them here" the walk down the hill was still the easy part of it all, but as you got closer to the village a happy looking priest was already coming towards you "Praise God" he just spoke and kept walking. Astonished, you look after him, but you don't lose any more thought about it as you pass the first house.

For what you saw did disturb you a little, a priest opened the small door and had to bend down to get in, the novice laughed and slapped the frontman on the buttocks. You stopped abruptly "Did you see that?" you asked Uhtred, but he had just looked to the other side "I was about to ask you the same thing" when he turned to you.

Even after asking, he did not tell you what he had seen. But it must have left him speechless. You shrugged your shoulders, everything normal here, you thought and tried not to let yourself be distracted from your mission, but Uhtred was the complete opposite.

"I wonder…" he said as he pointed to two novices standing so close to each other as if they were about to pounce on each other, but nothing more came out of him. "They're having a feast," was all you replied, and Uhtred looked at you in wonder. Everything is normal here.

A priest had just come out of the chapel, holding his clothes wide over his legs. "Priest?" you actually wanted to ask him about Albert, because most of the priests were "busy" but he ran past you.

"Forgot something, praise the Lord and repent" he just shouted, you looked towards the chapel, if the priests were gathering there, maybe Albert was in there.

"Well, I'm telling you, something's going on here" Uhtred said, walking so close now that you almost had trouble walking properly. "You're not usually like this, they're priests, everything's normal here" you shrugged again as you stopped at the chapel with the uncertain Uhtred.

In front of the chapel was a priest, unlike the others, dressed all in black, his nose so high that he could hardly see you, but he saw you. He began to cough, acted, and you could see that immediately.

"We are looking for a priest called Albert," you said, Uhtred next to you was very quiet and had his eyes on the stable. "Albert? No, no, I don't know that name," the priest said in a pointed voice, but he looked nervous. "We know from King Alfred that he is here. He said, you meet here for prayers and to do penance".

The priest nodded quickly "He is a good king" was all he said, beside you Uhtred began to pat you on the shoulders. But you did not respond to him "Then send for Albert or I will ram the door down" You saw the priest think and swallow hard.

Beside you, Uhtred kept patting your shoulder until he got fed up and grabbed you by both shoulders and turned in the direction he was looking.

You actually wanted to say something to the priest, but you were speechless at the sight of the two priests who were in the stable next to a horse, one above the other and intertwined, doing something that you could never imagine. They were priests!

You gaped at the priest in front of the chapel, who was beginning to sweat. You try to catch yourself quickly, and you did it extremely well. "If you don't let us in and bring us to Albert, I'll tell the king what you're really doing here." The priest wiped his wet forehead.

After waiting, slowly he nodded and opened the door, he invited you inside. From within came Lust screams and - God I repent-cries… Uhtred grabbed your arm and brought his face so close, you felt his breath on your cheek, "You know I love you and we both already have seen and experienced a lot…." he looked at the door.

"Do you really want to go in there?"

You nodded, of course you wanted that, that's exactly why you came and to find the princess, who liked to run away, this was your only option, because Albert had helped her and knew where she was.

You looked at your loved one with wide eyes and nodded. "And you're coming with me!" you said, taking his arm and pulling him with you. It was hot in the chapel, you were a little surprised because there were hardly any candles. You block out everything you saw.

A priest being slapped on the bare bum by another with a riding crop and moaning in lust, a priest on his knees in front of another doing him a favor while the other moaning read him the Bible, a novice lying at the table, naked, and surrounded by other men and a number of other scenes that you didn't see or fade out, Albert was important.

Uhtred, on the other hand, looked from side to side, wide-eyed, whenever he stopped you dragged him with you. His breath caught when he saw a priest hanging on the cross and being sprinkled with candle wax by a priest.

And then you finally stood in front of Albert. To your surprise, he was tied together with several ropes, his best piece was already red from the ropes and was whipped by a novice.

No one saw you or noticed you but Albert, who now looked at you both with a twisted face. "Where's the princess?" you asked confidently, as if what was going on here was normal.

The priest swallowed, ordered the novice to stop. It took him so long that you lose patience "Tell me immediately where the princess is, Alfred wants her to come home" at the king's name the man became different "Ehm … in Sussex" you nodded

"That was easy ... keep going," you said to the Priest, Uhtred was quiet the whole time, probably blinded by the impressions. "Give my regards to my king and tell him I'm praying for him" you knew what he meant, he didn't want any of this to get in the ears of the king "I will" you said, because everything was normal here.

Confused, Uhtred followed you outside "Ehm" he cleared his throat "I've seen a lot, but that….." you turn to him and said "Everything's normal here, I don't know what you mean"

He gave you that look that said you couldn't mean it. But it was only with the horses that he found his language again. "I don't know what I find more frightening, the priests, or that you are so, so good at handling this situation…I mean…"

You started laughing, "Have you seen the priest on the cross?" at first he was amazed, but then he laughed with you.

[saras-devotionals]

Quiet Time 4/3

What am I feeling today?

Really tired and sick. I went to bed a lot later than I normally do and suffering the consequences of it now but I needed to get that work down. Also my pain hasn’t gotten better these past few days which is a little concerning but I’m sure it’s nothing.

Luke 17 NIV

(v. 1-4)

“Jesus said to his disciples: “Things that cause people to stumble are bound to come, but woe to anyone through whom they come. It would be better for them to be thrown into the sea with a millstone tied around their neck than to cause one of these little ones to stumble. So watch yourselves. “If your brother or sister sins against you, rebuke them; and if they repent, forgive them. Even if they sin against you seven times in a day and seven times come back to you saying ‘I repent,’ you must forgive them.””

I always turn to this scripture. I know that I am bound to come across things that will make me stumble but I should never be the one through who it comes from. It’s good to keep in mind when interacting with others, just being very conscious of your behavior because you should be reminded of the violent imagery Jesus provides of the type of fate those people should have!

(v. 6) “He replied, “If you have faith as small as a mustard seed, you can say to this mulberry tree, ‘Be uprooted and planted in the sea,’ and it will obey you.”

I always find this encroaching because sometimes I can think my faith is small

(v. 9-10) “Will he thank the servant because he did what he was told to do? So you also, when you have done everything you were told to do, should say, ‘We are unworthy servants; we have only done our duty.’ ””

This is something I think about often. We’re owed nothing. Like absolutely nothing. God isn’t going to praise us for following Him or His commands because that’s already expected of us. It doesn’t make us special or worthy or anything of that sort.

(v. 27-35) “People were eating, drinking, marrying and being given in marriage up to the day Noah entered the ark. Then the flood came and destroyed them all. “It was the same in the days of Lot. People were eating and drinking, buying and selling, planting and building. But the day Lot left Sodom, fire and sulfur rained down from heaven and destroyed them all. “It will be just like this on the day the Son of Man is revealed. On that day no one who is on the housetop, with possessions inside, should go down to get them. Likewise, no one in the field should go back for anything. Remember Lot’s wife! Whoever tries to keep their life will lose it, and whoever loses their life will preserve it. I tell you, on that night two people will be in one bed; one will be taken and the other left. Two women will be grinding grain together; one will be taken and the other left.””

Basically saying that we have no way of knowing when the time will come. People will go about their lives as they normally do and that it can happen at any moment. Which is kinda wild when you think about it. Also Jesus said to remember Lot’s wife! She looked back on her life and ended up losing her life because she disobeyed God. The same applies to us, we have given our lives over to Christ and we can’t look back now.

[ashcoveredtraveler]

Post Embrace The Void Rambling on What The Pure Vessel would do after escaping.

So I was reading "Broken Open Revealing Hollowness and Vibrance" and it made my mind turn for a bit. In that fic, Hollow learns how to be a caretaker for Midwife and I love that idea. But I was thinking of what sort of things Hollow would try and do to continue with their life.

"Retire"- I feel like this is the thing I see the most in fics. They are a veteran and simply wants to relax and live their life with their siblings. While I do like this ending for them, I feel like they would try and live life as a 'normal bug' before retiring. Also, this goes along with this section as well, but they could have exusions to Sheo's hut to find a hobby or purpose.

Rule over what is left of Hallownest- This is something I specifically saw in "The Hollow King". I think this is one of the things they might be really good at. They were raised in a diplomatic environment and probably observed how The King ruled Hallownest. While he absolutely sucked at containing the infection, I do think that he knew how to rule. Hollow would use what they know to rally the survivors and slowly build them up. It may not be as grand as Hallownest, but since they failed to contain the infection they feel like they must watch the citizens they were supposed to protect.

Caretaker- As mentioned in the first paragraph, Hollow could have been a caretaker for bugs. I feel like they would be a very patient bug as they stood around guarding all day long, maybe watching Hornet when she was younger. This would also let them 'relive' their childhood as they never had one. They would probably get joy and somewhat heal by hanging around grubs all day.

Trainer- Considering that they were one of the best warriors in all of Hallownest, they would know a bunch of fighting styles. They could probably tutor whoever is left in Hallownest, or if Hallownest is rebuilding itself they could train a new generation of guards.

Grave tender- This is the worst possible timeline and the worst thing for Hollow to do. I can't find the fic but it was a Post Embrace the Void fic where everyone heals, blah blah blah. Anyways in that fic, The Radiance gains a mortal form and repents by making a gravestone of every single one of her victims. Now what if Hollow does that instead. They are ridden with so much guilt and feel like they have to repent. Since they jailed The Radiance for so long, they know the names of all of her victims. They probably wouldn't even wait until they were healed, once they were able to move they would head to The Resting grounds. They would simply be a ghost, unable to move on and repent for something they didn't need to repent for in the first place.

Assistant or Student- This depends on whether Ghost didn't kill all of the Dreamers before ascending, as you don't need to kill the Dreamers to kill The Radience. Now I was thinking that they could be an assistant for Monomon or Quirrel at the Archive. They could also be a student at the Archive, studying something new or something I haven't even mentioned. The possibilities would be endless with this option.

This is all of the things that could happen with The Hollow Knight. It would have been nice to see them heal, but the best ending we are going to get from Hollow Knight itself is a bittersweet ending. Luckily for us, we have Tumber and A03.

[8bitsupervillain]

Higurashi When They Cry Hou Ch. 5 Meakashi pt. 6

Time passes, and much to Irie's chagrin Satoshi seems to have given up on the baseball team. Which bums Shion out too because she can see the guy she fancies. Leaving the baseball game in low spirits she meets Rena. The two walk back towards Hinamizawa when a rain storm crops up and forces the two to hide away in the bus shelter.

Cutting right to the heart of the matter Rena figures out that Shion is in love with Satoshi.

Seems to be a pretty clear-cut case that Satoshi is getting tired of protecting Satoko when he just outright says it. It would seem that Shion has learned from her last interaction with Irie, about guarding her tongue and trying to project what she thinks would be Mion's thoughts about the whole Satoko situation. A little anyway.

Shion, on her first encounter with Rena has already figured out what Keiichi never seemed to be able to grasp, that Rena seems to have a preternatural ability to detect people lying to her. A human lie detector, that Rena Ryuugu.

See, I like how they're talking more about the nature of the curse as a curse. Even when it turns out all of the goings-on are actually the fault of some secret cabal I like reading about how people are attributing things to how the curse is generally agreed to work. Rena here, is a very fascinating window into how a believer's mindset works. I do have to wonder though, do you think that Rena, after doing this exposition here at some point between Watanagashi 1982, and 83, tried to bring up the notion of the curse to Mion? She must have right? And then do you think she was thrown for a loop that Mion so harshly shut her down every time she tried to bring it up? It must have happened at least once (I'm operating on the assumption that some of the events happen in a similar fashion across the different versions of the events of the 1980 Watanagashis). You think maybe she just wrote it off as Mion getting extra wigged out by this particular stretch of exposition? That's what I'd assume.

See, now this is fascinating to me. We now have four separate characters who have mentioned hearing these phantom footsteps. Rena and Satoko both view them as an example of Oyashiro's curse, Rena viewing them as proof positive that Oyashiro is actively pursuing her, Satoshi, whoever hears them, as a means to give them a chance to repent whatever misdeeds they committed against Oyashiro. Satoko recognizes the footsteps as a malign entity that possesses those she cares about in an effort to hurt her, either physically or emotionally/mentally. Keiichi also comes to believe the footsteps are supernatural in nature, believing it to be the embodiment of Hinamizawa able to manifest as his guilt and grant him the powers to kill people just by wishing for it. He never outright says it's Oyashiro, rather a divine force granting him this power/gnawing at his guilt and paranoia about how the Teppei Houjou situation played out. Satoshi meanwhile hears the footsteps, but doesn't seem to attribute them to a supernatural cause here. He treats it as a normal real person actively following him, keeping tabs on him, and generally just being a vague menacing presence. Which may very well be the case, there may indeed be the cult following him around, but this could also just be explained away as auditory hallucinations due to the extreme duress he's keeping himself in.

Thinking about it a little more, I think you could very easily argue that the phantom footsteps these four have heard are indeed just a result of their various mental states causing them to hallucinate. In Onikakushi it is mentioned that Rena has a mental disorder that causes her to experience symptoms similar to multiple personality disorder. Satoko and Satoshi are living in an extremely stressful environment where they undergo various abuses. Keiichi more or less snapped during Satoko's freakout in Tatarigoroshi which led to him committing murder. Every one of these you could make the argument that they're simply experiencing hallucinations that are exacerbating their already severe mental disorders. I might be wrong, but I think that what Rena attributes to the curse is actually just psychological manipulation the villagers did to try to compel people to not leave their community. In an effort to keep Hinamizawa a rather isolated place free from outside interests.

I think that the feeling Rena has, that Satoshi wants to run away from Hinamizawa is nothing more than the base conjecture of people gossiping. After all, Hinamizawa is a small village, so rumors get spread "oh the Houjou kids are getting abused by their aunt" and it spreads and gets worse with each telling. Then one day they just so happen to notice that the boy's working a part time job? Why? Clearly he's planning to run away from Hinamizawa. This story about him wanting to buy a present for his poor abused sister, well that's just a story. After all the Houjou family are scum because their dad supported the dam, and you really think he'd do something like buy a present for his young sister? No no no, he's got to be planning an escape, after all, his life's terrible! And so the older folk start keeping an eye on his movements cause they assume he's up to no good.

Get hyped!

Shortly after this meeting with Rena, Shion decides to hell with caution and calls Mion directly to try to get details about what's going on with Satoshi. Not feeling satisfied with the response she conspires with Mion to let her go to school in her place.

[fathersothoth]

"I don't think you understand father... They're dead..."

[The anonymous person went silent... The words they had said... Such vile speech. At least in the anons eyes.]

"I told them I couldn't handle how... Childish they were. I called their behaviors stupid and nonsensical. I told them to get a grip on their life, I told them they couldn't act like a child for the rest of their miserable life... I told them... All these vile things father... So many cruel words. I called them selfish, narcissistic, incompetent... and now they're gone..."

[The anon nearly began to weep again. But simply dug their nails further into their flesh. Finally drawing a small hint of blood.]

~ 👁️

The priest's eyes widened at the person's statement about their partner's death. Well, his advice was thrown out of the window and his brows furrowed at it. It does not help that he smelt fresh blood on them as well. This was not the time to take their blood, not yet.

He sighed, clasping his hands together on his lap, "Mortal... I don't know how your partner died but it seems you are responsible for them to have a painful death... Not only is it a grievous sin to treat your partner like you did... You also led them to their death in a way with your words..."

The priest let the silence took over for a moment, he prayed again in this silence, this time the prayers led him to not giving absolution for this person, He looked into the person in the eye, his yellow eyes glowing brightly through the woven screen than normal. His eyes seemed to give some dazing quality...

"With such vile acts you confess in here, I cannot give you absolution no matter how much you repent, mortal. Only the Lord could only forgive you but you must live with the punishment of living with the guilt of fighting your partner and leading to their death. No matter how much you atone for it, mortal, simply put, you will live with that heavy guilt with the rest of your life."

[yeo-rims]

Just watched the final episodes of TWOE and I'm still trying to process it… what made me the saddest was the fact the main couple broke up. In a way, the crime aspect is so intricate but the core four had so much feelings for each other and the screenplay only shows a glimpse of it. I guess that the dynamics between Junmo and Gicheol weren't fully explored. Their friendship had eveything to be amazing and it didn't feel like that in the end. Also Euijeong loosing Junmo after all of this, after the fact he only did this so he wouldn't be mistreated by her family. In a way, I don't doubt she would be the one to finish the relationship because even with Gicheol being a criminal he was close to her and he died in her arms and inside of her house. At the end all that was left was suffering. Anyway, JCW deserves a Baeksang for his work in this, it required a lot of facial expressions and he conveyed so many nuanced feelings

The main couple break up - If we can even call that, because you might as well say they're still together, even if it's just on paper (a family of cops don't divorce etc) - was actually my last straw. Mostly because it made no sense with Euijeong's character throughout the show. Of course, she was sad, scared he would get hurt and at the end afraid of what he was turning... but she also stayed by his side through it all and it just makes no sense Junmo would be so jealous to the point he wouldn't forgive the woman he killed a man to protect. He did the same thing to her! I believe he had feelings for Hae Ryeon, the same way I believe Euijeong had feelings for Gi Cheol... but for me it would have been more powerful if they at least got together at the end? Like, commit to something! to infidelity, to a marriage, to partners in crime or cops above it all. In the end, the show chose to do nothing. The police stayed the same, is Junmo more corrupt now? I don't know. [The final episode of Watcher [mild-spoiler ahead] left me wondering about the future of Han Suk Kyu's and Seo Kang Joon's characters, because after all they have seen (and done) are they the same? Can we trust them? It really left that question hanging. But TWOE finale just left me thinking Junmo is kinda sad and traumatized, but mostly because he lost his wife, kind of. I feel like my main issue is that the show was committed to the institutions I dislike the most (the church and the police). So we must punish the sins and we must be good and in the end, the evil is locked up and the good are repenting (because they've sinned!), but no one rebelled. Even Hae Ryeon's dream is to be what... a normal girl? But why? It's a gangster show, I wasn't looking for a happy ending, but I was hoping for an ending that wasn't boring at least. An ending that made me feel something. You know when you watch/read something and in the end a character says/does something and you just get it? It all comes together and it feels like you've been punched? The show had the opportunity to deliver that in the end, especially after how insane the past episode was, but they were too coward, I feel. And it's sad because it had a lot of potential, a charming casting, and Wi Ha Joon's charisma. As for baeksang, I do think this was probably his best work but this year gave us Ryu Seung Ryong and Nam Goongmin which for me were another lever completely.

[sobashahzadi]

rating every frame of ryusui turning around in the trailer from 1-10

again, I am so very normal about him and will not combust upon his appearance again in s3 (yes I know the special ep exists and yes I worship it like art)

10/10- loving the broad shoulders view, very sexy 👏

9.9/10- hand looks kinda awkward but other than that I love the subtle cape swoosh😭😭

10/10-love the full blown cape swoosh, so dramatic🫡

10/10-his sword so sexy😖😖

9.99/10-why he so angy😠

11/10-THE ZOOM- LORDDD 🤰

10/10-hairhairhairhairhair👩‍🦯👩‍🦯

10/10-deep voice “we’re being watched” AHH <33🧎‍♀️

10/10- hehe his cape is so swooshing I love it 🙆‍♀️🙆‍♀️

10/10-the concern on his face is everything🤨😟

12/10- deep voice “who are you” 🧍‍♀️😮‍💨

20/10-hunny, you got hair all over ya face 😅

10/10- the shading on his face is everything 😫😤😳

100/10- beautiful way to wrap up a beautiful sequence of frames, with his hair floating a little AH😇🤌

if u couldn’t tell, this took quite a while to make now if u excuse me I must repent to god

[foreverrandomwritings]

Season 7 Episode 8: Step Nine.

Okay starting off I am terrified of what’s about to happen. Bobby needs a fucking break and I’m very upset that Amir has turned evil.

HE WAS TALKING ABOUT BEING ABLE TO LET GO AND FEELING LIKE HE DESERVES TO HAVE EVERYONE AND EVERYTHING HE HAS!

Amir my honey why must you do this to Bobby. I understand he kinda fucked up but fuck man he’s repented and it’s not really his fault.

Flashback of young Bobby and his family😤😤

But that flashback leading to Bobby downing alcohol and then getting sick, seeing his dad being an alcoholic dick head.

May is back omg. Bobby really thinks he doesn’t deserve this.

BOBBY YOU DESERVE ATHENA AND THE FIRE HOUSE AND BUCK AND MAY AND HARRY AS YOUR KIDS!!

Amir wanted Bobby to see what he did but like he sees it every time he wakes up and isn’t in Minnesota with his wife and kids.

Bobby is following Amir around, this isn’t gonna end well I feel…..

She said Amir is a little crazy. Yes honey I am aware he followed Bobby to an AA meeting lol.

Bobby you sweet heart. Charlie you sweet baby.

BOBBY. I get why he thinks his dad needs him and why he thinks he’s a hero and what not but oh my sweet boy.

I love Bobby but where is Buck and Hen and Karen and Eddie and Tommy and Chimney and Maddie and Ravi and Christopher?

This isn’t exactly going how I expected it to go.

Young baby Bobby feeding into his father’s addiction is so sad.

Amir knock this bullshit off.

This is a weird and awkward way of making amends.

Oh fuck Bobby. Doing everything he can for this stupid piece of shit and it’s getting him nothing. The firefighter showing up and dosing him in fire knowing they “normally” works. So that means they are used to him being so fucking drunk he doesn’t wake up. Them also bantering with him and also defending Bobby😤

Bobby is getting a sick ass sunburn.

I knew this rancher was bad news.

Also him flipping the truck when neither of them were wearing a seat belt🙄🙄

I KNEW SOMETHING WAS ABOUT TO HAPPEN TO HIS DAD!

Finally wearing some fucking headwear to protect you from the sun.

His dad is dead and somehow Bobby is gonna blame himself for that🙄

Awe all the relief workers showing up and help Bobby and Amir. I do not however appreciate this one guy calling Bobby “cap” like uhm sir who do you think you are?

Bobby’s alcoholism started that young🥹 stop this right now.

Overall I am happy that Amir wasn’t a bad guy. But I’m also extremely disappointed in the fact that the only mains we saw were Bobby and Athena. Like the show gives us Buck and Tommy and then doesn’t show them for two episodes…… how rude.

[sillysosillyangel]

Pissa body swap!!

You know how they adore each other so much that they can't do without a mirror. It's so strange to see your own face contort with pleasure but it's not very uncomfortable after all the face we know and explore the most in our lives is our own.

They can do it but they cannot get off without the mirror being in front of them allowing to see each other in themselves.

Missa wants to cry because of how embarrassing it is to see himself without his mask, but its phil, is still phil even without his blue eyes there is the intensity that only his husband has when he is about to devour Missa. So when he hears his own voice ordering him to remove his hands from him (his husband's) face, he does it.

He doesn't notice how Philza's cock is smaller than his but Philza does.

It's like a hot, vague thought but now he's doing it and he's wondering if size has anything to do with sensitivity because Missa bends as if he's reached ecstasy and his wings (wich are Philza’s) inflate and contract nervously, Phil’s bird brain knows that those are his body's instincts begging to be breed by his mate

The reaper instincts of Missa's body recognize the wings of his angel, the angel he must adore, and Phil's (simp) mind is partially clouded by adoring Missa so much, having longed to be with him for so long that he quickly succumbs to adoring him in his own body no matter how narcissistic that may feel.

Has Missa always been so arhm… big? because he feels ugh big against his (Phil’s) thigh, he almost wants to apologize to his husband for hard times taking him inside.

but he shuts up when a huge thing goes into his mouth, god, and oh my god it's his tongue. His tongue with which he eats and sings and speaks moves almost gracefully within Phil's vocal space (this is confusing) but for the difference in size between them it's almost like choking on a cock (not that Phil or Missa did it before, i mean)

Missa cries and let me be lenient here because Phil looks so pretty with drool running down his mouth his lips look like they are going to explode from how red and swollen hid, his face is red and his glassy eyes are crying tears in despair

Phil smiles from Missa's body in that sly way that makes Missa look so different and intimidating.

The image from the outside is funny without knowing that they are in each other's bodies it is funny

Phil's (now Missa’s) wings are spread against the mattress

Missa has never had a cloaca before and when he starts to self-wet like this, it would usually makes a little mess and wet spots on his feathers.

He is lying there; the big angel of death crying pathetically for his husband's cock, so good, he has been so good, please

This is a power trip for Phil, his brain is too clouded in a river of not own instincts that ask for the same thing, and fuck he laughs breathlessly because fuck this is a whole thing

They could spend hours like this before they really come, just exploring their own bodies from each other's shoes it's so weird

When Missa stops at the skeleton marks that are everywhere he wonders how Phil could want something so daunting in his bed.

Only for Phil to growl (now he can't chirp now but growl) into his very own neck and Missa pulls more of his vulnerable throat out of him as a show of near-universal submission, don't you dare to talk about my husband like that! (he says it with his voice and Missa knows that he would say something like that perfectly)

If it were Missa he would be very angry still! But having those attacks at his husband coming from someone who is not his Missa (technically it is but with his voice) his favorite person on the island; only makes him more aggressive (repent while you suck my husband's cock, isnt him Great? Put it deeper, I know you like it)

Phil's wings are a disaster on Missa, he moves them uncontrollably releasing feathers which could be serious when they return to normal so Missa suggests restricting them and oh no...

It's like a fucking shibari but all the ropes are tied in the right homogeneous areas, mmh, of course Phil would know where it is in HIS body, maybe the crow can even admit that he looks good crying and limping out of breath

Now Phil's wings are safe which would make Missa breathe a sigh of relief if it weren't for the fact that he has his own cock down his throat, shit, his husband sorta ate himself so normally the I self-sucked (?)

Anyway he can't help but choke a little with his dick.