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[its-daisukenojobito]

I wish every incense burner a very kys

[astroyongie]

˚ʚ♡ɞ˚ Numb

Read with the song: https://open.spotify.com/intl-pt/track/2xCucTP5OkXJ7ISUk4xlBB?si=fb723270ee6a406a

Warnings: Smut

Parings: Changkyun x Reader

“What do you want from me?” Changkyun asked, a frown covering his face as he watched you from the corner of his eye.

You mumbled to yourself, looking around at his studio, before flopping into the red couch, sighing when your body was surrounded by the expensive leather. The night was ringing outside, the city lights and the buzy cars roaming in Seoul. But here, in the intimacy of Changkyun’s studio everything was quiet, gloomy, the purple lights from the neon being the only thing that allowed you to see past darkness. There was a scent of strawberry and incense in the air.

“Nothing” you said, not bothering to look at him, as you reached for your phone in your pocket, scrolling away for something interesting. “I am just here for the company”

Changkyun ignored you with a huff, turning back to his computer as he arranged a few new accords. Probably for a new release, you figured. As an artist, music had always been his priority, and it often came even before pleasurable release.

He was always like this. You have been sleeping with him for the past 3 months. The moment Changkyun had terminated his relationship with a fellow idol, that you didn't bother to recall the name of, he had grown closer to you. Naturally, your friendship quickly became something more. There were boundaries that none of you dared to reach and despite your feelings for the black haired man, Changkyun had always made clear that this would be purely physical.

 Changkyun was someone cold, quiet but he was a good lover and an even greater company. The only one that wouldn't interrupt you when you complained about your day, the one that would give you actual advice and be able to satisfy you physically. It was a win-win situation. You wanted a sneaky link, and Changkyun well... you never figured exactly what he wanted from you. Sex was the main topic but often he would invite you out for dinner or just to chill while constantly reminding you of his boundaries. You were okay with whatever you guys had. 

For now. 

You sighed, tossing your phone away. There wasn't anything interesting on your social media, and Changkyun didn't seem to give you any of his attention either. You knew the rules. He would call you, you came and waited until he finished his work, before you could get into his pants. Yet, this was taking way too long. He was playing the exact same melodies over and over, groaning to himself each time.

What a perfectionist, you thought. Sighing again, louder this time, you looked at him. Still nothing. You proceed to repeat. Nothing. Maybe if you coughed he would look at you– 

“y/n” he called and you smirked that your cough had caught his attention. “Shut up”

“Kyun, I am bored” you said, swinging your legs as you sat down on the couch. You didn’t want to be a whining brat, but you needed stimulation or some kind of attention before it drove you mad.

“Not my problem. I have got to finish this first.”

“You are inconsiderate”

“And you are acting up.” he said, turning his chair to look at you. You couldn't help but bit your bottom lip at the intensity of his gaze “Fix that attitude of yours''

“Don't want to fix it yourself?”

Changkyun rolled his eyes, turning his chair back to his computer and you groaned out in annoyance. Fine, if he didn't want to give you attention, you would force it out of him. Standing up, you made your way to Changkyun in silence. You knew this was dangerous but you just couldn’t help it. Not now at least. Reaching forward you closed the screen of his laptop. Before he could say anything in protest, you pushed yourself between him and that damned electronic device. Making room between the chair and his desk, you dropped on your knees in front of him, a grin on your lips.

“I came here to fuck” you reminded him, loving the way he was giving you that glare. “Will you do your job or do I have to do it myself?”

“If you want it that bad, do it yourself.”

There was so much defiance in your eyes as you heard his challenge. You were quick to work on his belt, tossing the accessory away. Your hands went for his pants, your eyes glued to your price, as you pulled his pants down enough to relieve his black boxers. You touched him a first, feeling his groin against the palm of your hands, grinning wider when you felt it twist, ever so slightly. Releasing his shaft from its confinements, you wrapped your hand around it. Even without being hard, he was already delicious. You opted to give it a few light strokes, working Changyun up, slowly. As he started to get harder against your palm, your mouth went in, leaving behind sloppy kisses and kitten licks until you could hear his body shift and his breathing changing. 

“If you open that computer again while I am sucking you off, I will use my teeth” you threatened, reminding yourself of the last time you had given him head in his studio. Changkyun laughed, his ringed fingers rubbing his own face before he went to caress your cheek. It was affectionate, almost too much. You hated to admit it, but the way his bony fingers touched your skin, made your heart skip.

“You wouldn't dare.”

“Oh I would,” you said with a grin, before finally taking the tip into your mouth, circling your tongue around the head. Changkyun groned, allowing his body to rest against his chair. His hand went to your hair, grabbing it skillfully out of your face so he could get a better view. Obviously, he couldn’t help himself but guide you with it, not enough to be rough, yet enough to be demanding.

Your hands went to the base of his shaft, stroking him lazily as you allowed yourself to suck and lick him, until he was moisturized enough for your taste. When you heard the click of his tongue, you smirked, finally taking him fully into your mouth as you bobbed your head up and down, using your hands to touch what your mouth couldn't reach. Soon, the studio was echoing with soft groans and occasionally little moans from him. Yet, each time you would look at him, Changkyun still had the same expression that haunted his eyes.

Numbness. His whole face expression was deprived, the only faint tint of pink blushing his cheeks, giving away his enthusiasm along with the angelic sounds living his lips.

Closing your eyes, you breathed heavily through your nose, trying to focus on the pleasure you were giving him. Now wasn’t the moment to care about feelings.

“Darlin’, put more into it” he instructed as he looked down at you. 

You opened your eyes, looking up at him with half lidded eyes, your cheeks hollow to accommodate his shaft inside your mouth. Changkyun’s eyes held no feeling towards you. You could tell. He looked at you as if you were a remedy, a pill that he needed to consume to erase negative thoughts out of his mind. You didn't care, he was free to use you as much as he wanted.

You pushed his member further into your mouth, your hands resting on his thighs this time. You felt the tears swelling in your eyes, as you forced yourself to breathe through your nose. Changkyun was hitting the back of your throat, his own hips moving according to his own wishes. It was his moans however that were sending you astray. Pushing yourself further, you hollow your cheeks, tongue pressed firmly against his veins. Your jaw was killing you from the angle. As long as he was feeling pleasure, you could push through it.

You looked up at him again, the sight sending shocks of pleasure waves through your core. He was watching you so intensely, that your cheeks blushed without your accord. You could only wish that the dim neon purple light was hiding in it. You could almost feel it. The hint of him adoring you, perhaps meddled feelings playing on his heart. If you could just suck these feelings out of him, you knew you could reach his heart, you just needed to work on it more, you just– 

“Don’t put faith in us” as if he had read your mind, he confessed, his breathing steady again. You frowned, removing your mouth from him. You used your hand to wipe your lips, the saliva coating both his dick and your jaw. The lack of contact made him hiss, but you were quick to use your hands up and down his member to keep him occupied. 

“It’s not like I am asking to be your girl, Changkyun”

“And you better not do it. Ever”

“Would that be so bad?” You asked, forcing a chuckle out of you to light the mood. You needed to pretend you weren't so serious, or else you could lose whatever thing you both had.

“You know I just need to revive, love” he hummed, his free hand intertwined on his black hair, removing it from his forehead. Changkyun was gorgeous, and you couldn’t help but look at him in all his glory. You hated that you wanted him so bad.

“Don’t you feel alive when you are with me?”

“I do”

Lies. His eyes didn't shone, the numb feeling plastered on his iris. You knew pretty well the only person on his mind was his ex, You just didn't want to admit it to yourself, it was too painful. you wanted to believe that your body, your company was enough for him. You could only thank Changkyun’s ego that would never allow him to go back to his ex. The same ego that was unfortunately also not allowing you to break his walls. 

You removed your eyes from him, taking him on your mouth again, sucking at his dick more eagerly this time. You couldn't help but feel your core tingle each time he groaned out in pleasure. You would go through this, you thought. No matter how many times you would have to be on your knees, you would break him. 

“fuck..”

He swore, his eyes closed shut as he focused on the pleasure. You bobbed your head faster, sucking his dick like the damn lollipop that he was. Maybe, if you were good enough, he would reconsider it. Gradually, his moans become louder and his breathing heavier. You hummed around him, whimpering when you felt his hand tugging at your hair again. A few more movements of his own hips snapping against your face and he was done. Changkyun released hot seed through a low groan, moving his hips lazily until he was finished.

You felt his hand losing its grip around your hair, his body relaxing against his chair as he caught his breathing. You released him from your mouth, swallowing what you could. 

“You are my weakness, y/n”

You didn’t believe him. This was just him and his post nut self talking. Standing up, you wiped your mouth with the back of your hand, tasting the reminds of him on your tongue once more, before you climbed into his lap, his half lidded eyes, looking at you as if you were half of a nuisance, half an object of lust. 

“What are you doing y/n?”

“I will fuck the numb out of you, Im Changkyun.”

[srbachchan]

DAY 5984

Jalsa, Mumbai July 6/July 7, 2024 Sat/Sun 1:56 am

🪔🙏🏻 .. apologies for missing the birthday of Ef Sweta Prasad on July 05 .. and another birthday was missed .. birthday of Ef Irina Semechkina from Russia .. also on July 05 .. apologies and our wishes and love from the Ef Family always sincere .. 🙏🏻❤️🚩

For July 07 .. our wishes to Ef Saurabh Bhakri from New Delhi .. have a splendid birthday .. 🙏🏻❤️🚩

the biggest curse at this age level of living is immobility .. sit for long for a Film on Tv .. a Euro a WCT20 and .. done .. the body refuses to cooperate .. the limbs set up there own discourse and slumber moments and as do the rest ..

So .. up and move every 20 minutes or 15 .. shake the system , walk about for that water faucet .. clean up the floor .. dust the music electronics and switch off the unwanted lights .. burn an incense .. fan it away in some rapidity .. venture not for the meal conglomerate .. may it be where be the sitting .. naaa .. that is extra labour for the kitchen .. best to walk there and assist in easing the service gap .. drive the vehicle to the work place .. set up those minor issues in the vehicle that function not in unison with what we desire or have wished for .. the lubrication methodology that bhas taken care of the many -WD40 .. miraculous .. you actually fixed a high end car issue and not succumbed to the often done of sending to the formal garage for its repair and checking .. but yooohoo .. it worked, this wd40 .. and all is well that drives well ..

Electronics need a personal attention .. weather beaten they wither and demand attention .. keep them cool , keep them occupied , keep them happy for you to be happy .. talk to them - they actually listen !

Water the planters .. out in the sun for them to get their VitD .. check the fish tank and not be alarmed at the condition of the fishes .. they swim they eat what we pour in and show happiness .. errrm .. pets yes .. they abound about and their loss is personal .. but the fresh and born recent arrive with their cuteness and the life and attitude of all ,changes ..

And then you sit for the game of the Quarters and the one you want and wish to go through, withers away .. have the means for victory but in mistake they are barricaded .. and the emotion of their millions ghets depressing to watch .. so switch it off .. get down to writing the Blogomaester .. and connect even though it be 2:23 am of the next .. er July 7 ..

wishing the birthdays of those that are on birthday times .. birthdays , yes .. many though want all other events on their lives to be given a landing here .. NO .. birthdays are enough ..

जिनका स्नेह और आदर मिलता है, उन्हें मेरा प्रणाम और आभार ; कुछ ज़्यादा ह�� बोल देते हैं लोग, और वो विश्वास नहीं होता ; कैसे लोग हैं जो अपने शब्दों में अपना आचरण तो करते ही हैं, परंतु वो उनके लिया होना चाहिए ; मैं तो नाचीज़ हूँ , मेरी गिनती उनमें ना हो तो संतुष्ट हूँ मैं ।

अब बस निद्रा ने घेर लिया, और उसके हल्के फुलके संकेत, मंद मंद आकारों में, इन चश्मा धारी नेत्रों में समा गये है ।।।

तो चलते हैं, भईया , सूर्या उदय होने से पहले कुछ आँख मिचौली हो जाये तो बेहतर

शुभ रात्रि 😴💤

अमिताभ बच्चन Amitabh Bachchan

[stalkerofthegods]

Lord Morpheus/Somnina deep dive info

Lord Morpheus is active in lives, he is a kind and gentle god, always having his worshipers/devotees in his mind, he is amazing.

Herbs • Poppy, Poppy trees, poppy seeds, ivory, Dandelion seed, Chamomile, mugwort, lavender, jasmine, passionflower, basil

Animals• Bats, Nocturnal animals, Cats, Fireflies, Moths, Butterfly, Racoons, Wolves, Crows, Halcyon birds, sheep “counting sheep” (my personal thinking)

Zodiac • None, I couldn't find any evidence, perhaps Sagittarius, Capricorn, Aquarius, or Pisces because they were born in the winter.

Colors • Black, Blue, Gold, Purple, Silver, Red, some folks like associating neon colors and grey. I also think white.

Crystal• Amethyst, Herkimer Diamond, Scolecite, Hematite, Lapis Lazuli, and gemstones associated with dream magick

Symbols• Horns (he passes through a horn gate each night), Portals, gates, feathers, wings, skeleton keys, stars, night, ivory, tea, baths, sweet coffee

wear in their honor • sleep masks, PJs, slippers.

Diety of• of dreams, of sleep

Patron of• from/shape (his name translates to that, and shapeshifts in dreams.), messages to the unconscious, prophecies to the unconscious, influencing people unconsciously, hypnotizing, dreaming about the future, daydreaming, dream jobs, human shapes, hallucinations of humans, meditation, desire, hope, insomnia, opium-based medication, lucid dreaming, imagination, schizophrenia or schizophrenia-like disorders or illnesses, creativity, astral travel, encouragement, communication, divination

Element• Water, air

Offerings• Honey, honey cake, wine, fish and incense, Melatonin, Sleep-related gemstones and crystals, Skulls, Dream Catchers (ethnically obtained), Any type of stress reliever, and sleep indulgent tea, Ivory and/or Horn items, Sleep-related spells,

The imagery of his associated animals, Feathers, demon imagery(?), imagery of his animals, offerings of things like moths, butterflies, skulls, and feathers (ethically sourced), melatonin gummies, skeleton keys, Dream Pillows (herbal satchels filled with lavender to place under your pillow for better sleep)

Devotional• Track your dreams on a calendar, Keep a dream journal, Get enough sleep, Turn off your electronics 1 hour before bed (gets you in deeper sleep faster), Perform a night ritual, Learn about lucid dreaming and practice it, Write a letter to Morpheus before going to bed, Prayers related to Morpheus, Prophetic inducing herbs, Creating a playlist for him with songs that help you sleep, drink mugwort or chamomile tea before bed, set and try to stick to a night routine, write letters or jokes to him, write stories/a book, wear or dress your bed in his associated color, keep crystals for him on your bed or bedside table, have a bath or shower before bed, speak to him before you sleep, go to a sleepover to his honor, washing your bed sheets, cleaning up ur bed, try making your own melatonin, practice divination, try controlling ur dreams

Ephithets• Μορφευς, Morpheus, Shaper of Dreams, Sandman, Mildest of the Gods, Balm of the Soul, Oneiros, Kai’Ckul, Lord L’Zoril, Shaper of Forms, Lord Shaper, Prince of Stories (The Sandman, Neil Gaiman), Dream Giver, Sleep’s Guest, Lord Shaper, Father of Dreams, Lord of the Night, He Who Tells Mortals Stories,  Formshaper, Shadowmaker

Equivalents (alike not the same)• Niorun (Norse), Angus (Celtic), Caer (Celtic), Bes (Egypt), Tutu (Egypt), Morpheus (Greek), Somnina (Norse).

Signs their reaching out• Sudden floating in dreams, better dreams, sleeping better, seeing him in dreams.

Vows/omans• Perhaps wedding vows.

Number• 1, 6, 7

Morals• Morally lawfully neutral follows the gods' bidding.

Courting• no one, but is seen as Iris's husband in some literature,

Past lovers/crushes• I couldn't find any, I think he is Ace? But that is not anyone's business. He is ‘said’ to date Iris because of always being togetherer 

Personality• Morpheus is a very chill and comprehensive God. He’s understanding and he’s happy to help out if he can. He doesn’t ask for much when you worship him, as long as you’re making an effort he’s fine.

Home• Erebus, in the Underworld

Mortal or immortal • Immortal 

Fact• Some say they were able to “heal”, 

Curses• Insomnia, your dream of the ‘good future’ being wrong, your hopes and dreams crashing down, no dreams (If u like your dreams), feeling anger towards you in dreams and just in general. Your baby wakes up with a nightmare. The back/neck problems you wake up with.

Blessings• Good sleep, having good dreams, and your children going to sleep.

Roots• Ancient Greece, born probably in Tarturas

Friends• Iris, Zeus, Hermes, Hera, messengers in general.

Parentage• Pasithea and Hypnos, some say he came from Hypnos asexually, some say from Nyx asexually, I think Nyx.

Siblings• Oneiroi, Icelus, Phobetor, Phantasus

Pet• None.

Children • None 

Appearance in astral or gen• often depicted with wings, he changes into whatever shape is needed at a given moment, decided as a young man in art, and has one ear with wing and one to hear with. He looks like he has short hair.

Festivals • I couldn't find any, I would say hibernation month, and just celebrate being able to sleep when animals are hibernating.

Season • winter 

Day • I would say Saturday because I get the most sleep on Saturday, no school, and no worries, I couldn't find a historic one, or just make a day for him, many people do that for minor gods.

Status• Greek Minor god/personification, a part of the Oneiroi, and the leader of the Oneiroi. plays a major role in day-to-day life. He is a Cthonic deity

What angers them • Insulting them, 

Music they like• I would think Sleep Music, Sleep Asmr

What they like • sleep.

What they dislike• I would say physical touch since he disappears all the sudden when he is almost being touched, I think he only touches those he ‘is okay with’ as a sign of trust or adornment because I heard a person back then say they use to get tapped by them

Planet• Moon (phase new)

Tarot cards• The Four of Swords and the Tower, message card (based on sleep and messages, each their own.)

Reminds me of• sleep, the good resting kind of sleep 

In my opinion • they are pretty rad, and strangely I've been having shit sleep, ain't he just a sweetheart.

Scents/Inscene • Opium, Lavender, Jasmine, Chamomile, Sandalwood, and any other calming scents

Prayers• 

1.

Ever-shifting Morpheus, lord of the Oneiroi who bring us our dreams, true or false. Morpheus, swift-soaring courier, twilight messenger of the gods, kind one, dweller in the shadowed land of dreams, dark-winged god who shapes the visions of the night, who tells the tales that must be told, who strips us bare of secrets, who clothes hard truths in subtle raiment, child of the black night, child of the shrouded dark, in the realm of illusion you are king. Morpheus, harbinger of change, concealer of clues, you bury bits of truth among our wishes and fancies; with your aid can we see into the mist of the unknown, with your aid can we find the hidden pieces of the self. Morpheus, I praise and honor you.

2.

With a whisper I call you, o Morpheus,  lord of dreams, greatest amongst the Oneiroi. I call to you as Hypnos draws near.

Phantasos, ancient messenger who  crafts wonder into form who conjures in our minds a tapestry otherworldly. Greatest molder and master of lights,  many-shaped, you cross the night  and take on any face or voice any hue or sound you so desire. I ask you, my lord: shield me from pain  and fear in my dreams, let no anguish burden my heart as I sleep. This only I request: that within your great creations I may rest  and through your hand I may find safe haven. That my words may reach you, o Morpheus  whispered though they may be as Hypnos draws near.

Links/websites/sources •https://en.m.wikipedia.org/wiki/Morpheus

https://www.thecollector.com/morpheus-greek-god/https://www.britannica.com/topic/Morpheus-Greek-mythology https://www.britannica.com/topic/Hypnos https://despena.gr/morpheus-the-ancient-greek-god-of-dreams/https://kreweofmorpheus.clubexpress.com/content.aspx?page_id=22&club_id=174762&module_id=305302 https://www.ancient-origins.net/myths-legends-europe/morpheus-greek-god-dreams-who-delivered-messages-gods-mortal-world-002318#google_vignette How Ancient Egyptians Interpreted Dreams - UnEarthed Penn Dream Angus: The Celtic God of Dreams (The Myths) - Amazon.comAmazon.com Caer Ibormeith - Thoughts on PapyrusThoughts on Papyrus Who is Niorun? - Northern Tradition Paganismhttps://greekpagan.com/tag/morpheus/

HUGE HELP FROM

I use resources, I do not own the info, and most deep dives have UPG (that I use in my work.) And I only take some information from sources. I am 14, this is my hobby, I am learning but I spent many hours and days on this, and I am always open to criticism. I have been doing worship for 5 years. Please know you can use the info, I do not sue, but I will take action if this work is used without permission and not put as a resource if used in any work. without permisson and not put as a resource if used in any work, for the public.

[flowersandbigteeth]

Can I request you to write Hugo? He’s grumpy and fluffy.

I love writing Hugo! I love werebears so much 🥺🥺🥺

General Plot: Hugo has terrible handwriting so you insist he gets a laptop to make your life easier.

Werebear (Hugo) x female reader

Word Count: 2k

🌶️ NSFW MASTERPOST 🌶️

W: nsfw werebear smut, vaginal and oral sex, outdoor sex, jealousy angst, biting

Hugo had been dead serious about you quitting your job, so at that moment you were thumbing through the customer files of his carpentry shop trying to make heads or tails of his scribbled handwriting. 

“Hugo, what the hell is this?!” you yelled and you heard the saw stop from the workshop. A few minutes later he came in smelling like cedar and covered in sawdust. 

His warmth hit your back as he sidled up behind you at the big desk in the office you used to do your new job, business manager. That basically meant you did all the paperwork so Hugo could take more commissions. The arrangement had been working well for the past few weeks. He’d doubled the amount of orders he could take since you could handle the phone and organize shipping. 

“I can’t read a lick of this,” you grumbled at your werebear mate, “do we need to send you back to Elementary school? This is chicken scratch!” 

He grumbled behind you, leaning down over your shoulder. 

“No it’s not,” he snarled, “I don’t need to go back to school! You need to get glasses or something! It says very clearly….uh…” 

You gave him a look as he squinted his eyes trying to make out his own handwriting. 

“Well it doesn’t matter what it says,” he growled, “I’ve got a mind like a steel trap. I remember exactly what they wanted…it was…a dinner table…I think…or maybe an end table?” 

You crossed your arms at him. 

“I know you already said 'no' but we need to get a laptop or a tablet so you can type in the orders,” you chided, “I can’t call every one of these people and ask them to remind me what they wanted!” 

An hour and a half and two fussy fights later, you were standing around an electronics store with Hugo as he perused the ipads and tablet laptops they had for sale. 

“Can I help you?!” a perky blonde worker chirped appearing from nowhere.

You jumped and clutched your chest, it was like she’d been hiding or something. She was unnecessarily pretty, tall with big boobs and that perfect hourglass figure that had to be surgery. The store issue polo she was wearing was hanging on for dear life, lifting up at her flat belly to show a tantalizing strip of skin and bursting at her large breasts. You couldn’t help but feel slightly incensed when Hugo glanced down at her nametag. 

“Yeah…uh...Cherise…we’re looking for a tablet or a laptop or something, my business manager is complaining about my handwriting and insisting I get one,” he grumbled, still pissed off he had to be there. 

You glared up at him at being referred to as his “business manager” not his mate and glared even harder when Cherise grabbed him by the elbow, giving him a big, warm smile, and led him to the tablets. 

They spoke companionably as she showed him the models. Not wanting to waste anymore time, he quickly picked one and let her ring him up, all while you stood there fuming.

On the way back to the car, you’d talked yourself from self-righteous jealous rage down to heartbreaking insecure despair. Did Hugo not love you anymore? He’d gotten on just fine with the girl at the store, but with you he was sour and grumpy. He still hadn’t even said anything when you got into his truck and you were on the brink of tears. 

Suddenly he looked down at you, after his own annoyance had abated and he was happy to be on his way back to his workshop again, realizing you were being very quiet. You should have been overjoyed he got the thing you wanted.  

“(Y/N)?” he said frowning, “what’s wrong? You look like you’re about to cry. We got the thing…” 

“Why don’t you love me anymore?!” you sobbed, collapsing into tears. 

Hugo’s eyes got wide. He had no idea what he’d done, but he knew he’d fucked up. You rarely ever cried. He never saw tears unless he was fucking you hard enough that you couldn’t hold them back. These were not those kind of tears. 

“What?!” he gasped, trying to keep his eyes on the road, but also on you, “what do you mean? Of course I love you honey cake!” 

You shook your head, sniveling. 

“You’re so mean to meeee!” you sobbed, “I’m your business manager!” 

You hissed the words like they were poison. 

“But…that’s your job…” he murmured and realized that was the wrong answer when you sobbed even louder. 

He pulled off of the road, turning the truck off so he could focus completely on you. 

“Honey cake,” he cooed, trying to get you to stop crying, “what’s this about? What did I do? Tell me what I did and I’ll fix it.” 

You sniffed. 

“You called me your business manager,” you mumbled through your falling tears. 

He had no idea what your job title had to do with this. 

“Do you want a promotion?” he asked, “you can be president if you want!” 

“No!” you snapped, crossing your arms. 

The self-righteous jealous rage had returned. 

“I want to be your mate!” you snarled, “not some…side chick! I’m not some…some random girl who follows you around all the time! I’m certainly not your employee!” 

He was so confused. 

“You are my mate,” he said carefully and waited to see if that was right. 

You sniffed and nodded. 

“Then why didn’t you say that to the girl at the store?” you hissed, “you were totally nice to her! Do you want a mate like her?! With perfect boobs?! I’m pretty sure they weren’t even real! To Cherise I was just your business manager! ” 

Again, the words came out like they could kill, but this time all in a hurried, angry rush. Hugo looked at you for a moment and a smile grew on his face.

“Oh my god, (Y/N), you’ve got to be kidding me,” he laughed, opening up the door to his truck and getting out. 

You were triply pissed he was laughing at you and ready to tear his head off, when he pulled you out of your side of the truck and threw you over his shoulder like a bag of potatoes.

“Wh-what are you doing?” you cried, beating on his furry back, “put me down!” 

He smacked your butt with his heavy palm. 

“No,” he said, “I’m going to teach my jealous little mate a lesson.” 

“I am not jealous!” you screeched and he just chuckled. 

When he’d gotten you far enough into the forest that you were out of sight, he pulled you to his front and set you down on the ground, then got on one knee in front of you, so you were closer to eye level. 

You crossed your arms and looked away to pout, but he pulled your face back to him. 

“Look at me (Y/N),” he said, “I don’t want anyone else but you…I was being petty when I called you my business manager and I’m sorry. I didn’t mean it the way you interpreted it, I wouldn’t have even said it if I thought you’d take it like that. Whatever I did to make you think I don’t want you, I’d take it back if I could.”

You sniffled, starting to feel silly and he pulled you towards him to give you a big warm bear hug, that pretty much always fixed everything, caging you in with his knee. 

“But…” he purred, his hot tongue finding the spot just behind your ear, “I can’t let you get away with thinking those sorts of thoughts…Your boobs are exquisite and the fact that you disrespected them by comparing them to other, inferior breasts is offensive…” 

Before you could say anything he was tearing yet another outfit to shreds to get at your bare skin. 

“Hugo!” you shouted, trying to stop him, but he was much too big and focused to be deterred, simply pushing his tongue into your mouth to shut you up, while he picked you up and backed you into the tree behind you. 

When he’d gotten you where he wanted you, he went straight for your now breasts, mouthing them both like they were a treat. You would have struggled with him if he hadn’t started licking your nipple with his pebbled tongue, making your pussy leak. A big warm hand cupped the other, kneading it and you keened, your head dropping back against the rough tree behind you. 

You moaned while he worked your tits over with his tongue, moving from one to the other until they were hard, sensitive points. Occasionally his sharp teeth would graze the delicate skin making you hiccup a bit. Your head was thrashing as your hair caught on the bark of the tree. 

“These are so fucking perfect,” he murmured into them, “I can’t believe you…” 

He didn’t finish his thought, returning to licking and sucking you. 

“Pleaaase,” you groaned to Hugo, you were raw from being sad and you needed him. 

“Say you’re sorry…” he demanded, denying you. 

Just enough anger was still floating around in your head for that to catch your attention. 

“Me?!” you cried incensed. 

He swirled his tongue around your nipple and you groaned without meaning to, your eyelashes fluttering. 

“You insulted your breasts,” he pouted, “I won't give it to you until you apologize.” 

“I’m sorry! I’m sorry!” you squeaked, eagerly agreeing to his terms. 

“Say your breasts are perfect,” he said, nibbling one.

“M-my breasts a-are p-perfect…” you got out, your voice husky with need. 

“And Hugo can touch them whenever he wants,” he added.

“Hugo!” you growled, slapping his back impatiently. 

He chuckled and tossed you up a bit so your knees were hooked around his shoulders and he could get to your pussy with his tongue, before letting your back brace against the tree to keep you steady.

Juices from your already soaked pussy were dripping down his chin as he fucked you with his tongue. The thick appendage thrust in and out of you, making you cry out loud. He took his time, tasting you, before he started to lap at your clit and you came before he even got a chance to put his fingers inside of you. 

You heard his zipper before he dropped you down again and you felt his broad head breaching you. He pushed his hand behind your back to protect the bare skin from the rough tree, before slamming into you. 

With one heavy thrust, he bent down to whisper in your ear. 

“This is all for you, honey cake, no one else,” he grunted, pulling back out and pounding into you again. 

In response his name just tumbled out of your mouth again and again as his pace quickened. He fucked you like he was trying to prove a point, because he was. You were his and his alone and it bothered him that it even crossed your mind that he would want someone else, though it was cute that you were jealous. He’d already forgotten what the shop girl even looked like let alone her name, his whole focus was and would always be on you. 

You screamed, feeling his muscles tense as he forced himself not to maul you with his sharp claws as they prickled your back. He was slamming into you just hard enough that he didn’t bruise you. Fucking you took so much focus, but he loved it. 

He adored the way your hot walls tightened around his cock when he hit the right spot and the sound of your voice in his ear as you screamed his name. Your fingers were digging into his thick fur, not strong enough to hurt him in the least, but he savored the slight sting of your passion. 

“Touch yourself for me honey cake,” he groaned into your mouth and your hand obediently snaked down to your clit to finger it in the way you liked, since his were busy holding you up.

“Cum all over me, I wanna watch it…” he couldn’t help but grunt, as he felt your cunt squeeze him as you brought yourself closer and closer to completion. He loved seeing you like this, your head thrown back in passion, totally focused on pleasure. Your mouth dropped open and your brow drew slightly as your pussy flooded around his cock with your orgasm. 

“Hugo!” you screamed, your head tipping forward against him and he kissed it while he pounded through your peak. 

“Fuck, that’s it,” he growled in approval, pulling you off of the tree and yanking you up and down on his cock like a fleshlight, immediately throwing you into another, more lingering orgasm as he emptied himself inside of you and buried his teeth in your shoulder, revisiting your mating bite since apparently you'd forgotten it. The pleasure-pain combination made your eyes cross and you wailed.

“Mmmmm,” you keened, sated and happy, when he finally slid you off of him and cradled you in his big furry arms a few minutes later, licking the fresh wound.  

“Have you been sufficiently punished, my jealous little mate?” he asked as he straightened his pants and walked through the woods back to his truck. 

“I wasn’t jealous,” you pouted. 

He grinned. 

“Yeah, okay,” he said, letting you get away with it just this once. 

[galacticnikki]

100 Witchcraft Tips in 100 Days!

Day 7 - How to Care For Your Crystals

Cleansing & Charging

Charging and cleansing crystals is an important part of taking care of your crystals. It ensures that you're crystals stay clean, full of energy, and can aid you when you need them. The following are some common cleansing and charging methods:

Moonlight Cleansing & Charging: On the night of the full moon set your crystals outside or on a windowsill where they can be bathed in moonlight. Leave them overnight to allow the moons energy to cleanse them. You can repeat this process to charge it.

Running Water Cleansing: Hold your crystals under running water for anywhere from 30 seconds to a minute. As the water pours over the stones visualize the old energy being washed away. Make sure you're crystals are water safe for this method. If it ends in -ite it's probably not water safe.

Sound Cleansing: Use a bell or any other object that produces a clear resonate sound near your crystals. The vibrations can cleanse there energy even from a decent distance.

Smoke Cleansing: Wave your crystals through the smoke from burning a bundle of herbs or incense. As you do so visualize the smoke carrying away the stagnant energy.

Earth Cleansing & Charging: Bury your crystals in the earth or in a small pot of soil for 24 hours before digging it up and cleaning it off. The soil will absorb and neutralize any negative energy sticking to the stone. You can repeat this process to charge it.

Sunlight Charging: Set your crystals in the sun for 2-4 hours so it can charge up the sun's energy. It's best to do this in the early morning or late evening to avoid the harsh mid-day lighting. Some crystals aren't sun safe and will fade under direct sunlight so make sure to check if your crystals are sun safe.

Storing Your Crystals

Organize by Intention: Store crystals with similar purposes together. This prevents any conflicting energies from affecting the crystals.

Use Natural Materials: Use cotton pouches, wooden boxes, or fabric scraps to store your stones. Natural materials allow the energy to flow better then synthetic ones like plastic.

Keep Them Away From Electronics: Electronics put out a small amount of electromagnetic radiation, which is safe for humans but can be harmful to your energies of the stones. It's best to store crystals on an altar or a special shelf away from electronics.

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[cupcakeslushie]

So I saw someone ask this on another persons AU and I really wanted to know your answer to this question what would your separated, AU boys smell like?

Hmm okay answering this seriously

Leo: copper, sandalwood incense (it’s the kind he uses in all his meditations)

Mikey: peppermint or whatever he’s cooking up in the kitchen

Raph: Tigerbalm and cinnamon

Donnie: probably the worst off, unless he’s just had a nice bubble bath. In which case, lemon and citrus-y, but most of the time he would pretty obviously smell like spray paint and oil lol. And maybe singed…something from working with electronics without any safety precautions.

(Answering this non-seriously: poop. They live in a sewer)

[toa-greatmind-nothingislittle]

I am not very smart at electronics so it took me a very long time to figure out how to do this, but here is a link to the actual spreadsheet of my floriography chart! I'll tag everyone who asked to be tagged previously below.

@books4evermorr @lark-spurned @greatwillhunting @ares-enjoyer @january-glooms @arbutoideae @lorieninksong @wingedcat13 @melodiesblue @benign-virus @montaguethelorekeeper @incense-and-iron @mimisoft64 @propa--gandhi @kuzka @overly-distressed-mouse @exhausted-snek @bloggedanon @chaotic-child-changed-blogs @jaz-the-bard @definitelynotshouting @splashdragon @hawkheartedlion @nixnereid

[maryhale1]

A modern witches cozy evening

✨✨✨✨✨✨✨✨✨✨✨✨✨✨✨✨✨✨

In the twilight's gentle, glowing hue,

A witch stirs her brew in a cauldron anew,

Not in a forest dark or a cavern deep,

But in a loft where secrets keep.

The city hums with distant light,

Her windows bathed in silver night,

She sets her herbs on marble cool,

And whispers spells with practiced rule.

Her cat, a shadow on velvet paws,

Curled by the hearth, extends its claws,

A modern witch with timeless lore,

Mixes tea on the kitchen floor.

Crystal vials on shelves arranged,

Books of magic, slightly changed,

Electronics hum with mystic grace,

As runes glow bright on an iPad's face.

Candles flicker with fragrant charm,

Warding off the evening's harm,

She reads the stars through skylight clear,

The cosmos speaks, she holds it near.

Incense curls in phantom swirls,

As she braids her hair in raven twirls,

With each knot, a promise made,

Of peace and love, in twilight's shade.

No cackling, no hissing spite,

Just warmth and wisdom in the night,

A cozy evening, witch's way,

Where ancient magic meets today.

✨✨✨✨✨✨✨✨✨✨✨✨✨✨✨✨✨✨

[esoteric-chaos]

Working with Technology Deities

{My post is Cross Posted from The Cobalt Athenaeum aka my original post}

This is all largely UPG and SPG based.

Technology deities are a type of egregore, you can call them a pop culture deity if that feels better. They are the embodiment of the tech domain itself. A primordial being, at least in the way I work with them. They have no faces, names or gender to me. They just are their domain and energy itself. Incredibly powerful in their own right. They can be found the same way a pop culture deity can be, you can see more in our Sister Server Westruun (the blue one) aka The Cobalt Athenaeum.

How Do I Work With a Tech Deity?

You can work with them like any other deity, the largest difference is incorporating them into your tech magic. Are you a streamer? A YouTuber? Or even a blogger? Perhaps work with the Algorithm god. They rule over (in my personal experience) the Algorithm, wisdom, confidence, perception, and change. They can help you boost your numbers, your presence, boost confidence and much more. Incorporating them into your life would surely aid you in your goals.

Make a space for them, build a relationship, make offerings and petition them. You will not regret it.

Tech Deity Examples and Correspondences

I’ve worked with a deity of a social media site and the deities listed below. I will not be posting everything and everyone's correspondences I have worked with, I believe it is important to base your own correspondences and this will be a sample but you can get a general idea from here. These are all my correspondences from working with them. You can use the same ones listed or feel out your own when you meet them.

Algorithm Deity God Of: The Algorithm, wisdom, perception, change, confidence Plants & Trees: Basil, Clary Sage, Maples Elements: Air Celestial Body/Planet: Mercury Scents and Incense: Clary Sage, Ginger, Peppermint Stones & Gems: Tigers eye, Lapis Lazuli Tarot card: The Fool Colours: Light blue, grey, red Candle Colour: Bold Red Offerings: Coffee, caffeinated teas, water, sugar (quick rush), carbs (energy), omega 3s (brain food) Things to use to work with them: analytical data, statistical data, copy of information for social platform, goals. How you can work with them: To grow your social media presence, and data studies, to learn how to be less resistant to change as well as to be, look and appear more confident.

Cloud Deity God Of: All known, unknown and held information on the internet, knowledge, memory, balance (both destructive and non-destructive knowledge) Plants & Trees: Rosemary, Thyme, Cacti, Cedar, Ferns Elements: Water Celestial Body/Planet: Saturn Scents and Incense: Rosemary, Jasmine, cedarwood Stones & Gems: Turquoise, Red Jasper, Sapphires Tarot card: Magician Colours: purple and pink Candle Colour: Purple Offerings: Herbal teas, water, omega 3s (brain power), savoury, spicy Things to use to work with them: Memory stick, notes, notebook, photos, computer, phone, books, camera How you can work with them: Memory recall, sourcing information, retaining information, studying, school, balance in your life

Web Deity God Of: The internet, duality (positive and negative), change, expression Plants & Trees: Fungai, Palm Trees, marigolds Elements: Fire Celestial Body/Planet: Sun Scents and Incense: Orange, Rosemary, Cinnamon Stones & Gems: Amber, Obsidian, fluorite Tarot card: The World Colours: Yellow, Orange, Green Candle Colour: Orange Offerings: Alcohol, water, sweet, spicy, carbs, any junk food Things to use to work with them: Electronics that can access web pages How you can work with them: Finding duality in the world, working with them via searches and teachings, how to stop resisting change, self-expression

Conductor Deity God Of: Electricity, power, energy, action, travel, courage & fear Plants & Trees: Oak Trees, sugarcane, lemon trees, Lemon balm Elements: Electricity Celestial Body/Planet: Venus Scents and Incense: Orange, lemon, Ginger Stones & Gems: Quartz, Citrine, sunstone Tarot card: Swords Colours: Yellow, white, gold Candle Colour: Yellow or Gold Offerings: Coffee, alcohol, water, soups, fruits and veggies, carbs, protein Things to use to work with them: Battery, anything electronic, metals How you can work with them: Powering wards, spellwork and yourself. Action-based plans and spellwork, exercise and general movement, travel, working on self-courage and fears.

This is a highly controversial topic and quite frankly I will not have any arguing on this post. If you simply do not believe in this? Move on. If it's not harming anything or anyone why do you care? The answer is you don't. I will block you from my page if I see anything. General discussion is fine, but being nasty? No.

Would you be interested in the rest of my posts? Check out the Masterpost.

Blessings,

Juniper

[celestial-lunacy]

Ya'll are missing out on Medical astrology by Judith Hill. You know how every body part is associated with a star sign and if a certain planet is in a particular house it can cause health problems? Well now you do. Which mean if you know your stars, you can make better healing spells/curses.

Even though I don't do curses anymore, let's say you want to make a cartoonishly evil wizard with a cobra collared cloak have explosive diarrhea so he'd shit himself and ruin his clothes.

Scorpio is associated with the colon, rectum, prostate, bladder, genitalia, cervix and glandular portion of uterus along the neck of the womb, sweat glands, nose,pelvus, sacrum and coccyx.

One of the many effects of Mars in Scorpio is chronic diarrhea. I've also been skimming through picatrix so the moon is also important. Picatrix says to keep the moon away from the Sun,Mars and Saturn unless you're doing Malevolent magic. Not sure how to keep it from the sun tbh but that's another thing to figure out.

Anyway the sun goes into Scorpio from October 23 to November 21. The moon goes into Scorpio on October 4,5 and 6 for a short while before moving on to another sign. The moon in Scorpio can also cause diarrhea, leaky gut syndrome and overactive colon. Mars goes into Scorpio from Oct 12 to November 23.

So in theory if I do my signs right, if I grab my red candle and make a planetary sign of the moon on October 5 at 7:00, make another of Mars on October 29 at 8:00 and light both planetary incenses to inject planet spirits into it, I can make an evil cobra collared wizard shit himself like a 5 year old on Halloween ruining his Doctor Strange Costume after he sees one of those electronic skeleton decorations.

[grey-sorcery]

Suggested Reading

Foundations of Energy Work Spell Design Conceptualization Vs. Visualization What is Witchcraft? (A massive article that contains anything you’d ever want to know when first starting out.)

Introduction

An altar is a place in your home or land that is used and dedicated to your practice and all that it entails. For some, it's a place of reverence. For others it is a place for spellwork.  But, regardless of its purpose, they all share some features. Some practitioners use pocket/travel altars. I have never used one so I cannot speak towards their effectiveness; but, if that is a concept that is alluring to you, please look into it. Regardless of their size, each type of altar will contain some of the same aspects. For some practices, an altar being a stationary place is important for correspondence and representation.  This is a post from my old blog, however I have edited the hell out of it. It used to contain some culturally protected information, and some personal biases. It also recommended Wicca for some ungodly reason. 

Uses

There are two main uses for an altar, magical and spiritual. However, that being said, there are limitless possibilities as to what an altar can be or look like. I personally have an altar that is dedicated to one of my deities. Through this altar I show my dedications via creative endeavors such as art, game creation, writing, music composition, and spell/grimoire design. There are an infinite number of possibilities for their design and application. In this post, I’m mostly going to be covering the main uses and important design concepts.

Design & Structure

The design and layout for altars can be very personal, but there tend to be some commonalities depending on the altars purpose. For some, like me, an altar has multiple uses and its layout reflects that. For some basic reference, here is an altar that is purely for spellwork. In some traditions and practices, like mine, the direction in which the altar is facing is important. Each cardinal direction has its own correspondences and associations. If that is something you care about, it can be useful to find what correspondences resonate with you the most. Some traditions have very strict correspondences for this. What is almost always present for altars like these are representations for the elements. Water, stones, feathers, candles are all used to represent their respective elements. For some, incense is used to represent both air and fire. Water is kept in a glass container, or occasionally ceramic. In a handful of traditions its kept in metal containers. I typically try to keep elemental representatives in the general direction of their corresponding cardinal directions. Idols are widely used as a point for meditation and/or the building of a headspace.

When setting up an ancestral altar there are several layout that can be used, but again there are common elements found in a lot of them. Most ancestral altars hold images of the dearly departed. Some people also hold images of the living, though this is by no means common. Some altars also contain elemental representations, depending on tradition. There is always an area for ofrendas or offerings. This area is typically front and center. Offerings can range from food and water to the burning of incense. 

Using an altar for spellwork

When using an altar to cast spells, it is very common to open the space up and sanctify it. Now, the method chosen to do this varies wildly and a lot of information on doing so is heavily biased towards Wiccan practices. If you aren't a part of tradition, I recommend just figuring that bit out on your own without references. If you aren’t a part of any traditions a good smudge can be sweetgrass or cedar wood. After the space has been sanctified and is ready to begin, most light their candles and set up any incense they may be burning. It is relatively common for witches to use electronic candles in place of real ones for valid reasons such as fire safety or dorm room regulations. This works just as well. When setting up for a spell a lot of people have a vessel to burn things in. It is important that these vessels can withstand high heat and their bases won’t heat up too much. If you use an iron cauldron, be sure to place it on glass or tile to ensure that it is safe. After burning it is often recommended that the ashes and remaining contents are buried to the west of the altar; but, this can also be aligned with your personal correspondences. When using crystals, it is important to know about their chemical properties, like if they are water soluble or toxic to handle for too long or scratch up. Be sure that your spellwork isn’t 100% reliant on visualization and correspondences.  

Using an Altar for Ancestral Work

An ancestral altar is a place for reverence, remembrance, and meditation. It is common for the space that it is kept in to be regularly cleansed as well as being cleansed before sitting at. It is recommended to smudge any offerings before they are given. Some practitioners burn money for their ancestors, but this isn’t really recommended due to the temperature of the offering. This is at least until enough experience with spiritwork has been gained. In several traditions it is unwise to give warm offerings to spirits as it excites them. I’d recommend offering refrigerated things. In some traditions, eating offerings after offering it is very frowned upon and may lead to unwelcome occurrences. It is recommended to bury offerings after they are removed. This is widely done in the west, but this can vary depending on your personal directional correspondences. 

Shrines Vs. Ancestor Altars

Shrines are a place regarded as holy because of its associations with a divine entity, sacred person, or relic. These space are purely for devotion to any given theological or spiritual being, concept, or object. While ancestral altars can also be used for these purposes, they also function as work spaces for magical purpose. This is a very important distinction. Shrines are places for prayer and reverence, where an ancestral altar is for reverence and magical practice. An altar is a tool and medium for magic, not just faith.

[chrystalwynd]

From Chrystal Heights hotspot THE ZONE:

            Kira made her way through the main room of The Zone. She waved to a couple friends, but she didn’t stop for a drink. That wasn’t what she was here for.

            She scanned the wall until she saw the nondescript door. Spray-painted in red letters next to the door were the words ‘The Edge’, with an arrow pointing to the doorway.

            Kira walked through the door and started down the quiet hall. Music and voices could be heard coming from other adjoining hallways, but she wasn’t interested in any of the Edge bars at the moment. Kira had a different Edge destination in mind. Someplace quieter.

            She finally spotted what she was looking for. A wooden sign hung from a horizontal pole extending from the wall just above a heavy oak door. The sign said ‘The Blue Chimera Coffee Shoppe and Arcane Library’. A steaming cup of coffee was carved just below the establishment name.

            Kira opened the door and walked in. A staircase descended from the door and then opened into a warmly-lit room filled with couches and solidly-built furniture. The smell of incense and freshly-brewed coffee and tea hovered. Patrons of all ages were scattered across the cozy setting, reading books and sipping from mugs. A wrought iron staircase spiraled up to a loft that served as a second floor with more bookcases.

Kira made her way to the counter which stood not far from the door. An older bearded man stood behind the counter, smiling pleasantly. He looked like a favorite uncle. A sign on the wall behind him stated, ‘Shoplifters will be collared and sold.’

            “Welcome to The Blue Chimera, young lady. We’re a coffee shop and bookstore. Feel free to browse, or even buy a cup of coffee and sit and read for a bit. Is there anything I can help you find?”

            Kira took out her phone and typed: *I’d like to use the reference center, pls*

            The man glanced at Kira’s phone, then at her. He smiled. “Oh, I know you! You’re the pretty mute girl. Certainly, feel free to use the Archive Arcana! All materials are to remain inside, however. Please don’t attempt to remove anything. Otherwise, feel free to browse to your heart’s content.”

            Kira smiled her thanks and made her way toward a heavy oak door with a wood-carved sign that said ‘ARCHIVE ARCANA’. Despite its weight, it opened surprisingly easy. She made her way inside the reference center.

            Unlike the coffee shop area, which had a warm, cozy feel to it, this area felt more like a wizard’s private candle-lit study at midnight. Which, in a way, it was. Even the temperature of the room felt cooler than the previous area. There were usually patrons sitting at small tables scattered about the room, but today the Archive was empty other than herself. There was an ominous ambiance about the chamber.

            Okay, so the space was creepy. Kira wasn’t about to let that stop her from her mission.

Because she was mute, she communicated by typing on her cell phone when she was speaking with someone. Because her cell phone was her communication device, she had a very special phone that was more than just a phone.

Chrystal Heights was more than just a source of the arcane. It was also a source of super-science, and in this case, that super-science gave Kira access to a cell phone that had a range of abilities that went beyond the typical phone. And one of those extras was a crystal scanner.

Everybody knew you couldn’t carry a book out of the Arcane Library at the Blue Chimera. Everybody knew you couldn’t copy script, either. It would fade. So would pictures. Even a typical phone scanner wouldn’t work. But Kira’s phone was a unique construction that utilized crystal technology. Granted, it didn’t offer much that couldn’t be found in a typical electronic cell phone, but there was one aspect that it offered something that just wasn’t available in an iPhone, and that extra was crystal scanning.

Kira wasn’t familiar enough with the science to fully understand it, but she knew for a fact that she could scan items in the Arcane Library and then leave the area without detection.

She did have to be careful, of course. Just because she *could* do it didn’t mean she was *allowed* to do it and getting caught waving a cell phone around significant arcana for long periods of time was a good way to get caught, so she never copied more than a spell or two at a time.

It was then that she noticed that the extravagant desk at the back of the room was occupied by a tall, powerfully-built individual. That desk was off-limits to the patrons of the book store. In fact, Kira had never even seen book store staff sit at the desk. It just wasn’t done.

And then she realized who it was. CW. The Chrystal Heights Prime Alpha.

He appeared to be ageless. Certainly older than the boys at uni. He could have been 35, he could have been 105. He was writing in a brown, beaten volume, with a stack of books in front of him. His every movement appeared precise, with an economy of motion that appeared to be calculated to a decimal point.

Kira stared at CW’s book wistfully. The things she could do with the information in that book!

Then another man with comparable size and presence walked to the desk. Kira’s eyes widened. It was Sam, CW’s right-hand man and chief enforcer.

She moved closer to try to overhear the conversation, but it didn’t help. After a brief moment, though, Kira got an unexpected break. CW stood and walked out the door, followed by Sam.

This was her chance.

*****

            The coast was clear. With CW gone and the archive actually empty, she was never going to have a better chance. Kira made her move.

            She moved to desk and opened the leather-bound book that he’d been writing in. The handwritten script across the page looked almost foreign.

The words…they were words of power. They offered strength, ability, faculty beyond ken. They were mighty. No limits.

Kira’s eyes glazed, her vision swimming as she tried to bring her cell phone into focus. The ink seemed to bead on the page and move, forming new words, graphs, telling tales. Knowledge resided in those words, those glyphs. Data beyond ken stretched before her.

Her mind captured, Kira could only stare at the book, her cell phone dropping from numbed fingers, her chin wet with drool.

It was only when the tentacles emerged from beneath the desk to wrap around her limbs that she felt her mind snap back into place. Heart pounding, she struggled against the appendages, each as thick as her wrist, but she had no chance. Her wrists and ankles were secured by the muscular limbs and another circled her waist, holding her aloft. She had no leverage to fight back, to even try to escape.

Then two more tentacles emerged. These appendages made no effort to secure Kira. Rather, these tentacles began to methodically strip off the mute girl’s clothing.

Kira’s eyes widened, but she could do nothing to stop the tentacles from removing her clothes, piece by piece, and dropping them on the floor. Her shoes, her socks, her outer garments were taken from her, leaving her clad only in underclothing. Then the tentacles stripped away even that final bit of modesty, leaving Kira barefoot and naked, captured and secured by tentacles.

Still held aloft, Kira realized that the two tentacles that had stripped her had receded back beneath the desk. Another tentacle emerged, although this one was thinner that the others and shaped somewhat differently. This one appeared to be almost ridged, shaped like marbles in a straw.

The new tentacle hovered in front of Kira, cobra-like, wavering gently side-to-side. Then it moved forward and pressed itself against the blonde girl’s belly button.

Kira gave an audible gasp as the tentacle pushed against her bellybutton. She could feel some sort of vibration emerging from the tentacle, rippling into her bellybutton. Her belly muscles were being forcibly relaxed by the ripples. She realized then that the tentacle tip was somehow forcing itself into her navel through her bellybutton.

Instinctively knowing that the tentacles were somehow trying to turn her into a docile playtoy, Kira doubled her efforts to get free. She felt the tentacle working its way deeper into her bellybutton, however, and suddenly she felt a warm surge inside her belly as the tentacle released a flood of thick fluid into her belly.

Her belly muscles began responding, jumping and twitching as her bellybutton suddenly became sensitive. Extremely sensitive, in the same way that her clit was sensitive. And as the tentacle began sliding back and forth, gently pumping the girl’s impossibly erogenous bellybutton, Kira felt herself lubricating, becoming crazy wet from the tentacle’s exotic attentions.

“Hello, Otto. Caught an uninvited visitor, did you?”

Kira’s eyes snapped open. Oh, gawd. It was CW.

The tentacle withdrew from her bellybutton. As each marble-shaped section pulled out, her pussy clenched and her knees weakened. She was a wet mess.

A tentacle emerged from beneath the desk and wrapped around CW’s arm affectionately. CW gave it a stroke.

“Thanks, Otto,” he said. “Nice work.”

The tentacle throbbed briefly in acknowledgement.

Kira’s heart was pounding in her throat. She’d been caught by the Prime Alpha himself. This wasn’t good. Almost as if sensing her thoughts, the tentacles shifted and Kira found herself being bent over CW’s desk, her bare belly on the cool desktop, her ankles wide, her bare rounded ass high.

CW stepped next to the naked Kira. She was trying to act defiant, but she was struggling with the embarrassment of being naked next to a fully-dressed CW. Naked and bent over.

CW put a hand on Kira’s round bottom, leaving it there as he spoke. “So what were you looking for in my desk?”

And despite the trouble she was in, Kira suddenly realized how good he smelled. How masculine. Powerful.

Oh, gawd. He was using his pheromones.

Kira opened her mouth, but that only allowed her to taste the potent air around her. She was lubricating like crazy now. Her belly muscles were jumping.

CW picked up Kira’s phone and looked at it. Then he set it on his desk next to the secured Kira. “Think toward your phone,” he said.

What?

The aroused Kira was having trouble processing, but she looked at her phone. Suddenly words appeared across the screen and a British female voice sounded from the phone: *I was looking for spells to sell.*

Kira couldn’t see CW standing behind her now, but she could feel his hands on her hips. On her bare shoulder. She was so wet. Belly muscles twitching. She felt so empty.

“I see,” said CW. “That probably wasn’t a good idea.”

*No kidding* said her phone. *Fuck me*

Kira gasped. She hadn’t thought that at her phone!

CW chuckled. “The app I just put on your phone hears your body language as well as your spoken language. When you become aroused, your phone will know.”

Kira’s eyes widened. She glared at her phone, her hips wriggling as waves of arousal surged through her body. *No, it doesn’t! Stop that! Fuck me! Fuck me! Fuck me!*

CW’s voice sounded behind her. “Breaking into my desk was a bad idea, but I can understand a girl needing to make a little money, so I’ll cut you a little slack. But I do want to make sure you remember this lesson, so we’ll give you something to think about for the next nine months or so.”

His heavy hand was on her shoulder now, his other hand on her rounded hip. The tentacles had released their grip on Kira’s wrists and ankles, as they were no longer necessary to hold her in place. Sheer, unadulterated heat held her in place now, an inability to move due to overwhelming arousal that flooded her being. Her rigid nipples pressed into the desktop. His scent had turned her into a helpless receptacle, a wet, desperately needy hole.

She felt a pressure against her wet slit, an insistent pushing. CW’s fat cockhead demanding entrance, demanding penetration. Kira knew what would happen if that thick cock pushed inside her. She knew it would slide all the way inside her, all the way to her cervix. She knew his powerful Alpha sperm would surge inside her, search out and overwhelm her egg. She’d become fat with his baby, her belly announcing to everyone with eyes that she had been fucked like a slut and inseminated.

She glared at her phone, directing all her resistance and defiance at the device.

The device responded immediately, the British female voice immediately saying: *Fuck me fuck me fuck me BREED ME BREED ME BREED ME BREEDMEBREEDMEBREEDMEBREEDMEBREEDMEBREEDME…!*

Kira’s eyes widened as her traitor body announced to the world what she needed. And then her mind went blank as CW slid his thick cock inside her impossibly wet passage.

Kira gave an almost audible gurgle as he penetrated deep inside her, his fat cockhead pressing her cervix. He paused for a moment, giving the helplessly overheated girl a moment to get used to the girth. Then he proceeded to pound the mute girl senseless.

His hips pressed against her bare ass as he stroked into her again and again. His balls, heavy and full, slapped against her clit, sending thick tendrils of electric heat through her belly. Kira couldn’t move, couldn’t think as that Alpha cock pistoned into her, hitting every g-spot she had inside her pussy and several others she hadn’t known about. She was a drenched mess, her pussy stretched beyond belief. She came, then came again, then came continuously, unable to stop.

Kira was drooling. Her mind was broken. She couldn’t think beyond the now. Only her pussy mattered. Or her mouth. Or her ass. It didn’t matter. She was a receptacle for cock. Any cock. Anywhere. Any hole.

And then, one hand on her shoulder and one on her hip, CW held Kira in place as he slid his cock fully inside her, balls pressed against her as he held her in place and exploded inside her.

Kira shuddered as she felt a lava-hot surge inside her. She knew she was being bred, knew that CW was planting his hot, potent seed inside her, knew that her belly would swell with his baby, but then her pussy clenched around his throbbing cock and she came again, unable to stop the waves of heat and pleasure.

It was minutes later before consciousness returned. CW was pulling his cock out of the exhausted Kira. He gave her bare ass a pat.

“That was good,” he said. “I may have to do that again.”

Kira stood up on shaky legs, her bare feet on the Archive carpet. She blushed as her ability to think and process slowly began returning.

Then her eyes widened. Something was wrong. Something…something was happening. And then she knew what it was.

Her belly was bigger than it was before.

It was growing rounder. Her breasts…her breasts were swelling as well. Getting bigger, heavy with milk. Oh, gawd. So much milk. Her belly was already big, already hugely round.

Her cheeks burned with embarrassment. She was glowing with impending motherhood of an Alpha baby. A Prime Alpha baby.

CW pointed to Kira’s phone. “As part of your punishment, that app I put on your phone will stay there. It’ll allow you to communicate easier, as all you have to do is think your messages at the phone and they happen. But you’re pregnant with an Alpha baby. You’re going to be going into pregnancy heat on a regular basis. And your phone is going to let everyone around you know what you need. What you *actually* need.”

*What I actually need…?*

“Yes. You’ll understand soon enough,” he said, turning toward the door. Then he said, “Hey, Sam. Send her home. Is her friend out there?”

Sam, who had been waiting by the door, walked over and handed Kira her black-and-white panties and bra. “Here,” he said. “Your clothes got shredded by Otto, but at least your underwear survived.”

Kira blushed, her cheeks bright. *I have to walk back to my dorm barefoot and pregnant?! In my underwear?!*

Sam nodded. “Yes. Trying to take something from CW’s desk is always a bad idea.”

Kira glared at him, trying to ignore the lingering arousal as she stepped into her panties. Trying to do so with her big, round belly was extremely challenging. And her bra was no match for her now massive milk-filled boobs. She had been pregnant for less than fifteen minutes and she already appeared to be in a nearly full-term state.

She wasn’t just pregnant. She was hyper-pregnant.

Her underwear in place, even if her dignity wasn’t, Kira waddled toward the Archive door. Skylar was waiting for her.

“Wow,” said Skylar. She grinned. “You’re glowing. The boys at your uni dorm are going to love this.”

Sam said, “Your friend’s right, you know. They’re going to love you.”

Embarrassed and still helplessly aroused, Kira stamped her bare foot and stuck her tongue out at Sam, her round baby-belly gently wobbling. Her phone suddenly said, *Want a blowjob?*

Kira gasped, her cheeks even brighter as CW’s words suddenly echoed in her head: ‘It will say what you *actually* need’. Skylar laughed, but took Kira’s arm and guided her out of the Archive.

END

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Good Sleep Jar

Components

Medium jar

Lavender incense for cleansing and calm

Salt for protection

Silver glass for mental clarity and good dreams

3 Cloves for luck

Lavender for relaxation and deep sleep

Sage for protection and mental calm

Rosemary for protection and purification

Bay leaves for intention and amplification

Blue candle for mental clarity and calm

Process

Light incense

Cleanse jar and components

Add components to jar

Seal jar with blue wax while focusing on intention

Place jar in bedroom, preferably on headboard

I created this jar a little more than a week ago because of repeated insomnia issues faced by both me and my partner, and MAN has it worked! The quality of sleep I get has improved as has my ability to actually fall asleep. It's been so nice to get such good rest and my dreams have been relatively calm as well.

That being said, of course, take practical before magical steps: go to bed on a regular schedule, don't eat or use electronics right before bed, and if insomnia is a persistent problem for you, see a medical professional about it.