#my carnal vessel

[that-unfortunate-crow]

Excuse me *Door slams* *muffled screaming*

[grunckle]

Qualia and Ascension in Rain World

(To clarify I'm mostly talking about base-game lore and not including Downpour, but honestly most of these things can transfer over)

Qualia

One thing that’s relatively hidden in Rain World’s text and subtext is the concept of qualia. Qualia is described as being, “sensory experiences that have distinctive subjective qualities but lack any meaning or external reference to the objects or events that cause them.” It’s a personal sensory experience that cannot be comprehended by another person other than the individual themself, and are often hard to convey via language.

Qualia is a reoccurring motif in Rain World, but what’s more important is the way in which it’s conveyed to the player. The picture that’s painted is that of a world or civilization that placed a great importance on the individuals’ experience, and it’s shown through pearls or environmental details.

Here are some examples of qualia appearing in the text through pearls.

“It's qualia, or a moment - a very short one. Someone is holding a black stone, and twisting it slightly as they drag their finger across the rough surface. The entire sequence is shorter than a heartbeat, but the resolution is extraordinary.”

“A memory... but not really visual, or even concrete, in its character. It reminds of the feeling of a warm wind, but not the physical feeling but the... inner feeling. I don't think it has much utility unless you are doing some very fringe Regeneraist research.”

“This one... is authored by Five Pebbles, when he was young. There has been an attempt to scramble the data, but it's sloppily done, and most is still somewhat legible. It's written in internal language, or thoughts, so it is hard for me to translate so you would understand.”

But the most prominent examples of qualia and it’s importance in this world are the Memory Crypts and possibly ancient naming conventions. The deep purple pearl (shortened) found in Shaded Citadel states,

“In this vessel is the living memories of Seventeen Axes, Fifteen Spoked Wheel, of the House of Braids (…) Seventeen Axes, Fifteen Spoked Wheel nobly decided to ascend in the beginning of 1514.008, after graciously donating all (ALL!) earthly possessions to the local Iterator project (Unparalleled Innocence), and left these memories to be cherished by the carnal plane. The assorted memories and qualia include:”

Ancients likely mutated their own neural tissue into the cabinet beasts we see in Shaded, which were used to store their memories and qualia before ascension. Even james said once "how 5 pebs got the rot is a good hint here" in response to someone asking how cabinet beasts work, and how they're made.

Adding on to this, ancient (and iterator) naming conventions seem to be built off of the concept of qualia, with them focusing on individual images or experiences.

Nineteen Spades, Endless Reflections

Droplets upon Five Large Droplets

Two Sprouts, Twelve Brackets

Looks to the Moon

Generally, this all points to a world focused on the expression and preservation of the individual experience. You could even consider some of the echo dialogue as more evidence for this running motif, but I already have too many quotes lol.

Ascension

So now time to talk about my interpretation of ascension. In short, you turn into a worm, but I should probably explain more than that.

So its been surfacing on rw-tumblr that the light in the end of the game is called the egg in files. Although file names shouldn't be taken as fact or canon, it is pretty obvious given the birth imagery.

But something a little lesser known is what happens to the worm that takes us down to the void-sea depths. Void worms normally have a bright glowing effect, on their body, which is present for ours as well. But after it unhooks us, it swims down, and when it passes us on it's way back that glowing effect is gone.

To be honest, I don't really think this can be interpreted in many ways, but the most obvious one and the one I personally subscribe to is that the worm laid the egg. Biology and spirituality really aren't that different in Rain World, it's implied that karma is stored in the brain through Five Pebbles's slideshow. Adding on to that, we see voidspawn after eating an iterator neuron. One's spiritual state is innately tied to their mental state, and that dictates what and what they can't perceive.

And for that reason I decide to take a more biology leaning approach to what happens in the ending. At face value, we are fertilizing the egg of a void worm to be reborn into a voidspawn.

Not only do void spawn and void worms have multiple characteristics in common, (worm like bodies, tendrils/tentacles, glowing heads, void spawn look microbial and void worms are likely some of the oldest "life" in game)

but voidspawn are seen inside egg-like coverings and share the same egg light seen in the end of the game, confirmed to be the same thing by Videocult in a livestream they did.

I believe that all this points to ascension being re-birth into a voidspawn, which eventually undergoes metamorphose into a worm. Higher-dimensional beings, who manifest and give birth to a new world.

So how does this tie in with qualia? Another thing you might know is that the area in which void spawn are most plentiful is Shaded Citadel and areas in Shoreline near Shaded. And shaded is absolutely packed with Cabinet Beasts, even outside Memory Crypts. I believe these qualia-storing creatures are what manifest voidspawn.

From what we see in ascension, it still looks physical and largely based around the real world. Hunter still has his scars and see's an iterator, survivor sees the slug tree in a more mystical and formless state, and monk sees survivor frankly just looking like a normal slugcat. I think that ascension is a product of qualia. We transcend our earthly knowledge via the egg, and our own qualia is used to give birth to a new world. This is why voidspawn appear most in Shaded Citadel.

Now I won't be getting into Void-Worm theories too much here, I'm mostly focused on ascension but I can't ignore the Gnosticism parallels. For those who don't know, Void Worms heavily resemble the Yaldaboath from Gnosticism, along with sharing some similar celestial motifs.

and running with that some people theorize that, like the Yaldabaoth, void worms are responsible for manifesting the material world. Ascension seems to be a mix of the concepts of Gnosis and Nirvana, but I believe it might lean more on Gnosis.

From my limited knowledge, Gnosis is a few things, some of which being a state achieved from experiences or intuitions, and an essential part to salvation is personal knowledge. While researching a bit, I came across this text by Peter Wilberg called "From NEW AGE to NEW GNOSIS" which brings up some comparisons between Gnosticism and qualia as well.

"Gnosis is subjective knowledge of an inner universe made up not of matter, energy, space or time but of countless qualitative spheres or ‘planes’ of awareness – a knowledge obtained directly through inter- subjective resonance. It is the subjective science of this inner universe."

One thing though that has been brought up when discussing this is how this can be consolidated with the tone of the ending. It is pretty un-ambiguously happy, but if we're going with the Void worm Yaldaboath theory then that would put a bit of a sour twist on it right?

I agreed with these for some time, but now I actually think it ties in perfectly with Rain World's core themes as stated by the devs, "overcoming differences and finding empathy." I don't think the void worms are "evil" or malevolent, but I think they (and subsequently us after ascending) play a key role in demonstrating this theme.

By manifesting the physical world, we allow these souls to experience life and develop their own qualia so one day they can ascend themselves. We are shown compassion, and pass it forward.

[flowerandblood]

A Wife's Only Duty

Halloween Request Oneshots Series

[ Aemond • Targaryen x wife • female ]

[ warnings: sex content, smut, angst, toxic relation, violence, marital rape, choking, character death ]

[ description: The war changes Aemond beyond recognition, and his wife becomes the target of his eternal abuse, also in bed. One day, however, he crosses the limits and has to face the consequences. Angst, violence, marital rape, very dark!Aemond. ]

This oneshot is an Anon Request and is created with Halloween in mind, so unlike what I usually write, these oneshots will be very dark and uncomfortable. Keep this in mind before you start reading.

*English is not my first language. Please, do not repost. Enjoy!*

My others works: Masterlist

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At the beginning of their marriage he was terrified. He had no idea how to handle this young, gentle girl who, by his parents' decision, became his wife. Her presence embarrassed him, he hid his feelings behind a mask of indifference and hostility, he deliberately did not allow her to get close to him even when she tried.

He had had a few one-off adventures with servants before marrying her, but at the time he cared less for their fulfilment than for his own, treating them like vessels in which he drained his seed.

During their wedding night, he didn't know how to act, her face pale and frightened, he guessed her mother had warned her that the act would only be pleasurable for him.

He ordered her to lie on her stomach and she did so without a word. He told her to lift her hips and spread her thighs, and she did. He liked how meek and obedient she was and thought he would try to be gentle, that way he would reward her.

He heard her breathing hard and stifling sounds of discomfort as he entered her, as he began to move slowly inside her, panting hard, her hands clenched on the pillow. She was tighter than he had expected, her walls squeezing him from all sides, giving him pleasure he had never experienced before.

Unwittingly, he began to slide faster into her, panting louder and louder, her sounds of discomfort becoming more pronounced, he heard her cry out softly.

"− quiet −" He exhaled coolly, for she tightened her lips and fell silent, taking what he was giving her, cuddling her face into the pillow, obediently waiting for the end, which came soon after.

He cum inside her with a loud sound of relief and found to his surprise that he was satisfied.

"− you did well, wife −" He praised her with a low murmur, sliding out her slowly, and she breathed a sigh of relief, her whole body quivering.

He let her stay with him that night, she moved away from him to the other end of the bed and did not speak to him. The next day at breakfast, he saw that she sat up in pain, a look of discomfort painted on her face that she tried to hide by adopting at least a partially satisfied expression. She tried to start a light discussion about nothing, but he was not interested in that and remained silent.

After several of their close-ups, something changed, since she directed his hand between her thighs as he slid into her with deep, sure movements, since he discovered the point between her folds, her insides became exceptionally moist and sticky, no more gasps of exertion came from her lips, only moans, her insides clenched against him.

"− please, husband − touch me like this −" She mumbled, and he felt his manhood throbbing hard at her words, some kind of pride and satisfaction filled his chest, so he did as she asked.

That night was the first time he had seen female fulfilment.

Since then she had sought the closeness of his body herself, unable to bond with him outside of bed, approaching him in this way, and he had not spurned her. He could consider that at this point their marital life was quite successful, approaching what might be called a bond, even if only carnal, still close.

And then Luke died because of his stupidity.

He saw a change in her, her face, her eyes no longer lit up with desire at the sight of him, he saw pain and horror in her, she blamed him for starting the war, for making them no longer safe.

"What is the meaning of that look, sweet wife?" He asked, staring at her watchfully, his fingers rubbing against each other in a gesture of frustration that she knew all too well. She swallowed loudly, apparently wondering strenuously how to ease his anger.

"Forgive me. I'm terrified." She whispered, and he, without knowing why, burst into laughter. He approached her and she took a step back, her eyes wide.

He didn't like that.

"Come here. Come here, I say." He hissed, furious as she tried to pull away from him, his hand clamped tightly on her shoulder. He turned her around with her back to him and forced her to bend over, but she still tried to break free.

"− no − please − please, husband, I don't want to −" She mumbled out with difficulty, her voice and body trembling, her tiny fingers clenched helplessly on his skin. He pressed his lips to her ear.

"− you don't want to? − are you disgusted with your kinslayer husband? hm? − you swore to me, you fucking whore −" He growled furiously, struggling against her, pulling up her skirt in a violent motion, grabbing her head by her hair and pressing her cheek against the table.

She cried out loudly as he entered her suddenly and violently, panting hard, sliding into her hard and fast.

"− that's it − fucking take it −" He growled out, pumping his length into her so fast and aggressively that he felt like he was going to pierce through her stomach, her sobs mixed with her moans.

He slipped his hand between her thighs, teasing her pearl in circular, slow motions, her lips parted, horror and indecision on her face, her walls throbbing on him suddenly. He licked his lips feeling it.

"− just like that − that's my good wife − it's okay now, I forgive you −" He breathed out, fucking her with all his strength, the sticky, loud slapping of flesh against flesh echoing through his chamber. He chuckled under his breath as he felt her come suddenly, moaning and whimpering, her legs trembling all over as waves of pleasure ran through her body.

"− fucking knew it − greedy little whore −"

From then on, their rapprochements became more and more violent and aggressive because of him, because of what had happened to Aegon, because of what had happened to Helaena, because of Alys, whom he fucked every time he appeared in Harrenhal, because she was expecting his bastard child and his wife still hadn't given him an heir.

"− you drink Moon Tea, don't you? − say it, or I'll strangle you −" He growled, his cock slamming against her back wall again and again, pushing her walls to their limits, his two hands clenched on her neck. She cried out, all pale, shaking her head.

"− no − no −" She mumbled wearily, and he pressed his lips together, looking at her with rage.

"− fucking whore − you think I'm an idiot? − that I don't know? − that I don't know that you hate me, that you abhor the thought that you could bear my child? −" He wailed in despair, feeling like he was about to burst into sobs for some reason, her eyes rolled back, her breath caught in her throat.

If he had let her go then, she would have been able to tell him that she was expecting his offspring.

His hands held her neck in an iron grip until he finally reached his peak inside her with a growl of pain and relief. He looked at her face, panting heavily, her eyes empty, her body lying still.

She was not breathing.

He let go of her suddenly, looking at her with wide eyes, his hands trembling in the air. He touched her cheek and patted her lightly, as if he wanted to wake her from her slumber.

"My love? My love, wake up. I didn't really mean it, I would never hurt you." He babbled out with difficulty, his throat tighten, his heart pounding like mad, he felt like his head was spinning.

She didn't react, her absent gaze fixed somewhere far away, into nothingness, her lips slightly parted, her body soft and relaxed.

He whined like an animal, pressing his face to her cheek, holding her still warm body close, the tears he hadn't let fall for years dripping down his face.

"− I'm sorry − I'm sorry − I'm so sorry − please, forgive me −" He cried out in despair, cradling her in his arms like a small child, stroking her hair. He lowered her onto his bed again, stroking her cheek, kissing her nose, her forehead, her lips as tenderly and gently as ever.

"− please, wake up − please, I promise I'll change −" He mumbled, but it was too late, all that remained was her empty body, her heart no longer beating, on her neck bruises from the grip of his hands.

She ran away from him where he could no longer hurt her.

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[dollysilena]

no grave can hold my body down

(i’ll crawl home to her)

ryoumen sukuna, before he was a curse, was once a man.

genre: female implied reader but can be read as gender neutral, reincarnation au, unrequited feelings, unedited ngl, inspired by work song by hozier, angst angst angst

long before ryoumen sukuna was a demon, the king of curses with four arms and two faces, he was once a man.

though, that has been long forgotten in history. sometimes, he even forgets it himself. the habits of being a cursed spirit had erased whatever was left of his mortal self from hundreds of years ago. he only enjoyed the carnal desires of blood, lust, and revenge. he had long forgotten what human emotions were, jealousy, anger, love. 

atleast he thought he forgot what all those were, up until he looked at you through the eyes of his new vessel.

ryoumen sukuna was once a man, who had a lover.

he swears his blood runs cold and he wasn’t even aware that could happen anymore. there you are, standing before him, hundreds of years after you died. 

over the course of a millennium of carnage and curses, your once distinct face had become hazy with time, until eventually he chose to forget you completely. he had no use for the memories of his once-human self. he was a demon now, afterall. but what a twisted curse chance of fate it was, that the reincarnation of his past lover had manifested infront of him, no, rather, it was infront of his new vessel. 

you had no idea who he was, much less that he was inside of yuuji itadori, watching you from afar.

he hadn’t even realized that curses could still feel and it repulsed him. what use could he have for you now? a mere human had no value to him. you don’t even remember your past life.

but he remembers it all.

it was easy to chose to forget, but there’s still an echo of you in his mind. the memories still crept through him like unrelenting roots to a tree. 

he remembers the way his hands, before they were covered in markings and his nails became claws, roamed your skin under the silk of your robes, as the cicadas buzzed outside and the first petals fell from the trees above you. your skin was illuminated by lantern light as he recalled the shape of your lips, stained like they bit into ripe fruit. but the memory that sears so deeply into his mind was the way you looked at him without fear.

there’s a bittersweet taste washing over his tongue, and it isn’t blood. he almost thinks it’s sorrow. it’s too similar to fear, for his liking. he swallows it back down, and buries it deep somewhere in himself where he hopes it will rot away.

he doesn’t act, no, that would be impulsive and too human. something he used to be. instead he watches you from the eyes of his vessel. 

and from his glimpses of you, even after hundreds of years, countless reincarnations, you’re still the same. for once, his focus isn’t on the simple demonic pleasures he’s grown accustomed to, they’re on you. a foolish human, the kind he so despises.

he wishes that it was as easy to despise you.

he feels you creeping through him, and not just in memories this time. it’s like webbing ivy, slowly but surely growing and entangling him. 

he recognizes the crinkle by your eyes when itadori gets you to smile, the familiar lips he begins to crave again, and worst of all, the tenderness of your eyes when you look at him without the thought of evil whispering in the back of your mind.

he wonders that if you’re still the same now, then maybe your love is still the same too.

but no, you’re not looking at him, you’re looking at the brat he’s trapped in.

he buries the grotesque thoughts of longing deep in the chasm of what used to be known as his heart. but he realizes it was never quite gone. 

it’s sickening really, he has no use for menial things like feelings, and he has no use for you. atleast that’s what he tells himself when he sees, feels, you press a chaste kiss onto itadori’s lips.

he tries to ignore the dull ache in his bones everytime you kiss itadori afterwards. but like your feelings for the damn brat he’s caged in, the dull ache grows into kindling, and slowly burns into a fire. 

it’s been so long since he’s felt anything that he almost can’t place his finger on what it could be, but he reit’s undoubtedly hatred. it consumes him like a fever.

it’s hatred for itadori, for making him watch this stupid puppy love from his internal cage. it’s hatred for himself for being foolish enough to degrade himself, the king of curses, into yearning for a human. it’s hatred for you, for making him feel again.

then came the deal.

“one: when i chant “extension,” you’ll hand over your body for one minute. two: you’ll forget this promise– i’ll promise that i won’t kill or injure anyone during that minute.”

of course he struck the deal as a means to his greater plan, but there was a whisper of a thought… he could see you again.

it’ll only just be once, he tells himself, just to finally put an end to this idiotic pining. it’ll be the means to an ends, and once it’s over, he’ll simply find a way to get rid of you. either from his thoughts or just entirely. he ignores the way he actually can’t bear the thought of that happening.

“extension.”

he then finds himself in a memory. the one he keeps replaying over and over.

the image is nearly identical, you laid beneath him with a flushed face as your delicate eyes gazing up at him without a trace of unease. he only realizes it’s not a memory when he realizes he’s in the modern age, where you aren’t outside listening to cicadas as cherry blossoms fell, but to whatever music you have playing as you laid snugly in your bed.

“yuuji?” you hum from beneath him. your voice makes him snap back to reality.

you seemingly hadn’t noticed the switch between the two. though, there would be no way to, considering that the markings strewn out over his body were only noticeable to himself and itadori. you, stupidly and thankfully, were blissfully unaware.

“what are you doing?” you giggled from beneath him, the sound too familiar for his liking. “kiss me already.”

he’s taken aback by the brazen request until he realizes you still think he’s itadori, your lover. for a brief moment, he’s repulsed to say he considers it. he should refuse, and extend himself back to his domain. while he’s done worser things than a simple kiss, kissing you seems too… vulnerable. it would anchor him too deeply into what he thinks is human. but you, laid beneath him, pliantly and unmistakably beautiful, makes him crave it too badly enough to reason anymore.

he finds his way to you, and the craving develops into a hunger. you’re warm to the touch, the once forgotten taste of your lips now familiar again. he feels the hairs on his neck rise when your hand gingerly comb through his locks as you melt beneath him. you’re consuming every inch of him and he feels as if he’s being burned away in a fire.

no bloodlust, carnage, or other carnal pleasure could satisfy him anymore. now that he’s remembered how it was like to touch you, to be touched by you, he couldn’t go back. not now, not ever again.

but the minute is over in the blink of an eye, and he finds himself in his domain, now left with only a pit in his stomach, and the feeling of you still ghosting on his lips.

ryoumen sukuna was once a human. but you still are. and you could never love a demon.

[helpimhyperfixating]

White lie - Incubus! Jotaro x Reader NSFW | Part 1

Guess who’s not dead 😏 So uh, I’ve been working on this for a long time. Enjoy the depravity :3

CW: Corruption(attempt), monsterfucking

Word Count: 7925

Heavily breathing, your back was plastered to the thick and cold stone wall, your eyes wide as you clutched your hands at your heart, a feeble defense from what was in front of you.

The man - no, creature - skulked in front of you, his eyes calculating and slightly devious.

When he’d come up to you before, you just thought he was in costume for Halloween, just like you were - spouting honeyed words, whispering appealing promises in your ear; just another partygoer who seemed to have the same interests as you. But once he took you aside, trapped you in this abandoned part of the church, you realised it was more than that. His appearance wasn’t just a costume, it was truly monstrous.

Horns sprouted from the top of his head, angled back and twisting slightly near the end. His arms up to past the elbow looked as if they were dipped in ink, ending in claws, poised and ready - for what you didn’t know. Clothes were almost fully absent from his body, save for the cloth around his waist, tied to him via a thin strap running over one shoulder. All of that was superficial though, compared to the tail slowly swishing and curling behind him, as well as the talon like feet he sported, equally appearing dipped in ink.

“You’re so scared.” The creature observed, almost tutted, and your breathing sped up even more, causing him to take a step forward. In reaction, you squeezed your eyes shut, waiting for something to happen, a final blow, agonising pain, anything. What you instead got, was a clawed hand grasping your chin, tilting your head up straight. “I’m not going to hurt you.”

His fingers were warm on your skin, his grip strong as you couldn’t even move your head a millimeter. Slowly, you dared peel your eyes open, met with vibrant oceanic eyes watching your every move.

“…What do you want?” Your voice was but a whisper, a plea for your life even, too scared to speak up louder.

“You.”

His hand released your chin, his nails no longer digging into your cheeks as he instead traced the column of your neck with his index finger as his eyes followed the motion.

“M-Me? My soul?” You were breathless, feeling the sharp claw run over your windpipe, too scared to move, but the creature scoffed.

“I’m no demon. I don’t deal in souls. What I need is far more carnal.”

He had moved on to playing with the hood of your outfit, his eyes following the movements of his fingers until you spoke again. “What… what do you want then?”

“Turn away from your god and give in to me. Do that and I’ll leave you alone.”

He spoke that in all seriousness, a stoic and determined look on his face before he leaned forward, forcing you into a kiss.

You squeaked, grabbing his head as you immediately felt his tongue - way longer than it should be - slipping into your mouth that was still open from confusion and shock.

Your heart thudded loudly in your chest, his hands landing on your hips as he kissed you. His long tongue ran through your mouth, curling around your own and massaging it before letting go in favour of plunging as deep as it could.

You almost felt like just a vessel to his ministrations, merely stuck to let him move his lips against yours.

Gagging softly on his tongue, he finally pulled away, allowing you to breathe.

Pulling your hand up, you launched it towards his face but right before it could make contact with his cheek, he gripped your wrist.

“That’s unbecoming of you, Sister.”

Sister? Finally his words were starting to make sense in your head. Sister, God, carnal. He thought you were an actual nun. So that means, whatever he was, he was after the church?

While you were in thought he leaned close again, forcing a little surprised noise from your throat as you pushed further back into the wall behind you.

“Let me pleasure you right here. Defile you in front of your God.”

Swallowing heavily, you were stuck looking at him. He… he wasn’t bad to look at honestly. His face was handsome even, his jawline sharp, good cheekbones, he even had pretty lashes. The longer you waited, the closer he gravitated towards you, pressing his body to yours and you placed your hands on his chest in a faux attempt to push him away, only making you blush as you felt the ridges and bumps of his abs.

It was pretty clear what he was after. Yet as you looked at him, you turned less and less afraid. If he was after a nun, maybe it wasn’t so bad to play the part. You were planning to get shitfaced anyways at the Halloween party and this was basically a one night stand, no strings attached. He said it himself that he’d leave.

“You’ll… leave after?” You asked, now partly acting though it was mostly sincere.

“I won’t step foot in this church again.”

“O-Okay.” You breathed a little shaky, nervous about what you were agreeing to.

It increased tenfold when a wicked glint appeared on his face, the corners of his mouth quirking up into a smirk. Out of nowhere, bat-like wings shot out from behind him, blocking out all light from hitting you and your eyes widened in fear. Shooting forward, the small fingers on top pinned your wrists to the wall behind you, all the while the creature lifted you up against the wall by your thighs, your face now level with his while he pressed his pelvis into yours.

“Wait-“ You panicked but a squeeze to your thigh shut you up.

“Stop squirming. They’ve been there this entire time, it’s your fault for not noticing them folded up on my back.”

“N-No, that’s not it. You’re- H-Here?!” Your breathing sped up, in fact very much lying about it not being the wings. You struggled a little, attempting to pull your wrists free, but despite the thin and flimsy look of the tiny black claws, barely fitting around your wrists, their strength was unmatched.

“No one is here, no one is coming here. Would you rather we do it in your communal hall?” There was a teasing tone to his voice and you bit your lip, closing your eyes.

You honestly would rather be in your bed at home doing this, but that would probably give away you’re not really a nun and who knows what happens then. You won’t get laid, that’s for sure. “N-No.”

“Good.” Guiding your legs around his waist, you knew what he wanted and locked them around him, pulling him closer. “Stop being so scared. There’s only one thing I’m after and you’ll like it.” He whispered that in your ear, pulling back to give you a view of his face as you blushed deeply. With that, he pushed his hands under your clothes.

- - - -

Gasping, you kept your face buried in his shoulder, trying to contain your moans as he pumped into you.

Your back was scraping against the wall but you couldn’t care less, too focused on the feeling of him inside of you. He was filling up every single part of you, his dick stretching you out beyond anything you’ve ever had.

“Please, god, f-“

“Don’t go pleading to Him now.” The creature chuckled breathily, his breathing laboured as he re-gripped the arm holding you up. “Call my name instead. Jotaro.”

Despite everything going on, you were too scared to say his name, afraid it might do more than just be his name. Noticing your silent refusal, he slammed into you harshly, forcing a moan from you before you buried your face in his shoulder again, leaving him to huff in twisted amusement.

The corruption he was enacting was only second to the pleasure for Jotaro, every moan and jolt and squeeze around his member from you feeding him.

You were taking him so well, merely moaning and holding on to him like a good kitten and slowly but surely, the incubus fell addicted.

Every time he pushed his hips to yours, every time he pulled back only to bottom out again. Your body’s little jolts, the way you were drooling into his skin, how your arms struggled to break free from his wings, your fingers twitching to grab something. All of it was gathering in a warm pit in his stomach, his laboured breathing turning to panting. He’d never felt anything like this before.

Thrusting faster, your slick dripped down from how wet you were and finally he released your wrists. Instantly, your hands shot forward to hug around him, your nails digging into his back with one hand while the other shot into his hair, quickly latching onto a horn and pulling.

Forced to angle his head backwards by your pulling, a snarl left him, exposing the sharper canines he sported, all the while his wings wrapped around your back, softening the friction against the wall as you were pulled even closer.

“I can’t-!” You begged, curling your toes as you slowly reached the orgasm you had been trying to stave off for so long.

“Let go. Give in to me.” Jotaro growled, his hips snapping into yours and with that you couldn’t take it.

You came hard as you put your hand in front of your mouth to muffle yourself, pulling his horn back. Jotaro growled as you did, not slowing his thrusts down in the slightest as he fucked you through your orgasm.

And it wouldn’t be for another two before he reached his own peak, spilling deep inside of you with a satisfied groan while you were an exhausted mess, slumped against him.

-

Panting to catch his breath, the incubus released one hand from you to slick his hair back between his horns before wrapping it back under your ass, still buried balls deep within you, his spend starting to leak out.

“F…uck.”

Chuckling briefly at your profanity muttered into his skin, Jotaro sliced through the material covering your neck, nosing at your now exposed skin as he softly pressed kisses to it, latching on not long after and sucking his mark.

You whimpered a little and just to be cruel, the fiend pinched your clit, making you clench around the flesh still buried inside.

“Not so bad, was it?” He hummed after letting go, satisfied to see the large bruise forming.

Not getting an answer, the creature huffed a bit in annoyance. Did he really fuck your brains out that much?

Unfurling his wings from you, he folded them to his back, letting your legs down from his waist as he slowly sat you back on your legs. “Stand on your own now, come on.” Following his command, you shakily put your weight back on your legs instead of hanging on him, a little whine leaving you when the incubus dragged his cock out of you. “Don’t worry.” He hummed, his hands making their way under your dress before it could fall down in order to grasp your panties, swiftly pulling them up and snug to your hips. “You’re going to carry around my cum for a little while longer.”

True to his word, you could feel your panties getting soaked with his spend as it leaked out of you, yet the thick, frothy substance was unable to go anywhere with how tightly the devil had pulled your panties up.

“Take those off before the day is done and our agreement is off. I want you to feel your sin.” Jotaro stepped closer to you, pinning you to the wall with his body. “Feel as it settles here-“ His hand placed on your stomach, a blush making its way on your tired face. “-Feel how I have claimed you, here.” His hand slid down, instead sliding back and forth over the flat of your soaked panties, before pushing when he glid over your entrance, lightly pushing his finger inside you, panty and all. “Understood?”

“Under-Understood.” You swallowed, a calm washing over the incubus before you as he cupped your face suddenly. Leaning forward, he pressed his lips to yours and - though surprised - you closed your eyes, kissing back.

His hand retreated from your face and once his lips moved away and you opened your eyes, he was gone.

- - - -

The rest of the night, you stood in the corner. You felt like the scum of the earth. Not only did you have sex in a church, you had sex in a church with what you could only describe as a minor devil. And now you were standing in said church, the devil’s cum stuffed in you, leaking into your panties.

You had to lie to everyone who asked about the tear in your costume by your neck and the bruise behind it, saying your costume got caught and you accidentally ripped it open.

Once it was finally time to go home, you never walked home so fast. It was 1am by the time you got there, closing your door behind you and slumping into it, sliding to the floor.

“Fuck…” You groaned, kicking off your shoes before taking off the nun hood, turning it around in your hold to look at the tear in it.

Sitting for a few seconds, staring at it, you eventually sighed deep, throwing it to the side. “Worth it.”

Getting up, you groaned as you felt the gross feeling in your panties, quickly making your way upstairs.

Lifting the costume off of yourself, you sighed in relief. It was fun, but the thing was hot and tight and getting it off finally felt like a godsend.

Standing in just your bra and your panties, you made your way to your bathroom. It was the middle of the night but you couldn’t go to sleep this filthy.

Taking off your bra, you then started reaching down for your panties, only to stop once you held the hem.

You made a deal. He told you to wear your panties until, what was it? The end of the day?

Stopping dead in your tracks, a dread took hold of you. You… couldn’t remember properly. Did he say until the end of the day or did he say a whole day? You didn’t even know what time it was when you- Should you risk it?

Pacing back and forth a bit, in the end, your panties were just getting too uncomfortable, and the thought of sleeping with it was just too much to bear.

Taking your panties off, you instantly threw them in the bin, stepping into the shower and washing all the grime and filth off of yourself before finally getting ready for bed.

Crawling inside, your head hadn’t hit the pillow for more than ten seconds before you were already asleep.

- - - -

Sighing deeply, you pushed yourself further into your pillow before sleepily blinking your eyes open.

A scream ripped from your throat as you noticed the figure standing in the dark of your room, illuminated by the moonlight, and you scrambled to get back, pushing yourself into the corner of the wall as far as you could while staying on your bed.

You were pushing back and back and back but started to slow down when you noticed the figure wasn’t moving any closer, nor saying anything.

In an action that may be stupid, you lunged over your bed towards your nightstand, clicking on the light you had there before shooting back as the room became illuminated.

“You done?”

The familiar voice made you widen your eyes and slowly look up, now properly getting his appearance. “Y-You?”

Jotaro remained silent as he looked down at you, his arms crossed over his chest, creating a contrast with the inky flesh of his arms and the normal colour of his torso.

“W-What are you doing here?” You trembled.

It had been a week. Why was he here?!

Instead of saying something, the devil leaned closer. “How about instead of ‘What are you doing here?’ you ask ‘What are you?’.” He smirked while you leaned back, your personal space invaded.

Too scared to do anything else, you obliged. “W-What are you?”

Putting his hands on the bed on either side of you, he leaned even closer until you were a small ball cowering in the corner, his torso hanging over you. “Pissed. That’s what I am.”

Your eyes widening, you started trembling, knowing he had found you out and had come for revenge.

Seeing your shaking form however, the devil rolled his eyes. “Don’t be so scared, I told you before, didn’t I? I won’t hurt you.” Pulling back, he stood up straight again, re-crossing his arms over his chest. “It’s my own fault for not noticing.”

“What?” You blubbered. “S-So, you don’t mind that I-?”

“Took advantage of the opportunity?” The devil curled his lips in what seemed like disgust, snarling a bit which made your heart speed up in fright. “Oh no, I mind that. Like I said, I’m pissed off.” He snarled further, glaring down at you before he let up, slicking his hair back between his horns again to calm himself down. “Fortunately, I like you.”

“W-We had an agreement. You said you’d leave me be. T-The fact that I wasn’t what you thought I was shouldn’t affect the deal, cause that- that was your mistake!” You awkwardly made your point and the incubus only leaned in close again, his face neutral as he looked back and forth between your eyes in silence for an uncomfortably long while.

“Clever little one, aren’t you?” He scoffed eventually before leaning back up. You sighed in relief, until you looked at his face and saw the tiniest of uptilt in his lip. “Our agreement is not off, you’re right in that. I won’t ever step foot in that church again.”

Your eyes widening, the fiend cruelly chuckled at your realisation. “What are you going to do to me?”

“To you? Nothing.” He hummed, his tail swishing behind him. “With you? Well I was hoping for another good fuck.”

“What?” You squeaked.

Huffing out in amusement, he leaned in, placing his hands on either side of you on the bed again, leaning in close until his lips were grazing the shell of your ear. “I’ve seen your thoughts- your dreams of me.” He muttered, the smirk he sported almost audible. “Don’t be annoying, stop denying it.”

“I-I never-“

“I said stop denying it.” He growled, pulling back enough to look into your eyes. Grabbing you, he instantly pulled you towards himself before turning to the left and pinning you to your bed. “I’m an incubus, you really think any lewd thought pertaining to me goes by me?”

You squeaked softly, your hands covering your chest as you noticed his tail swishing behind him in annoyance. “I’m sorry.”

Clicking his tongue, he let go of you, instead placing his hands back on the bed. “A verbal apology does nothing for me. You know what I want.”

Your breathing speeding up slightly, you looked up and down his body before swallowing nervously. “But what if I don’t want it?” You whispered and at that, the devil suddenly pulled back, his face losing its edge as he calmly looked down.

“Then I’ll wait until you do.” Calmly moving his hand, he placed it under your chin, wary of his claws as he tilted it up slightly, seemingly analysing your face. “I’m not evil, if that’s what you’re thinking. I won’t do what you don’t want.”

His sudden calm words caused a blush to form on your face, one which he saw, making him smirk a bit. “Does my kindness surprise you, Sister?”

“I’m not a nun.” You mumbled and his eyes narrowed at that.

“Good, I needed to hear you say it. Kitten then.” He calmly spoke. “Don’t mistake it for kindness. It’s general decency. Even we Incubi have certain rules we uphold.” He smirked while looking into your eyes.

“What happens if you break them?” You mumbled, your mouth a bit dry.

At that, he sat back a bit. “The high lords break us.” His tone was matter of fact and you suddenly felt uncomfortable for asking.

Suddenly, your eyes widened slightly as something started curling around your leg. Looking down, you noticed the black shape of his tail slowly snake around your calve, moving up.

“You need to make a decision soon, little one. I won’t stay on this plane forever.”

Hearing him utter those words, you looked up, straight into his eyes. “Okay. To apologise for tricking you.”

The corners of his mouth quirked up as his eyes narrowed smugly, satisfaction radiating from him as he lowered himself over you. “Good.”

With that, he tilted his head and attached his lips to yours.

There was no gentle start as he instantly moved his lips hungrily, his hands landing on your waist and squeezing as he devoured you, leaving you barely able to breathe through your nose even.

A little squeak left you, causing the devil to hum lowly, opening his eyes to gaze at you through half lidded eyes in the kiss.

Breaking apart moments after, his tongue snaked out as he swiped it over the seam of your lips, making your eyes widen as he already moved his head down, burying his face against your throat where he started marking your skin.

“Jotaro-“

“So you do remember my name?” The incubus smirked as he spoke against your throat, instantly going back to sucking and biting, all the while your heart skipped a beat in panic.

You said his name, you didn’t think. You’d been so caught up in his touch that you didn’t think before you spoke. “I-“

“Relax. I told you before; I’m not a demon. Nor am I a fae. Names have no hold or use here.” Pulling back from your neck, the devil looked into your eyes. “For someone who’s agreed to have sex for the second time, you’re awfully distrusting.”

“What do you expect?” You countered, looking away to the side, but Jotaro was having none of that as he grabbed your chin and made you look at him.

“I have been nothing but honest in every word I’ve said. My intentions are clear. You’re the only one resorting to trickery.”

“I-It was one thing!” You sputtered, making the creature scoff.

“Honest one out of two times, good job.” As he said that, his hand travelled down and pushed into your crotch.

Squeaking, you snapped your legs shut but the leathery wings on his back unfolded again, the small claws shooting down onto your thighs as he forced them open.

“Stay put now.” There was a mocking tone to his voice, his face lowering back to yours as his unnaturally long tongue crept out again, tracing your jawline. “Let me erase any fear you have for now.”

With those words, he slowly lowered down your body, his hands trailing down your sides where he glid his thumbs underneath your shirt, starting to hike it up.

Exposing your flesh for himself, he hummed as he put his lips on your skin, feeling the softness of it.

“If you value any of these clothes I suggest you take them off before I do.” Growling that out, the devil gently bit at your skin, allowing you to feel the sharper canines he held.

Swallowing, you obeyed and took off your clothes, Jotaro pulling back only a little bit to allow you room to do so.

The moment you pulled off your underwear, he placed his clawed hands on your legs, pushing them back down straight on the bed before letting his touch trail up, his fingerpads squeezing and taking every fiber of you in.

“You don’t know what you did to me.” Growling that out, he held the tops of your thighs, squeezing firmly, his sharp nails lightly pressing at your flesh. “We incubi feed off sex.” Breathing, he lowered his head, getting down on his stomach between your legs, his eyes locked with yours. “We need it to survive. To settle our hunger.” Slowly, he moved his hands, slipping them underneath your legs before curling up around the outside and pressing down on top again, pinning you in a stronger grip.

“Yet you, you left me more hungry than when I came in.”

With those words, he lowered his head, wrapping his lips around your cunt and pushing his tongue through your folds, teasing your clit instantly.

Gasping, you jolted your hips, but his tight grip refused you from moving even an inch. Looking down, your eyes were wide as you watched the devil’s head settle between your legs, his horns menacing and dangerous while his long tongue worked your heat. “F-Fuck-“

Huffing out in amusement, the incubus glanced up at you, his tongue not slowing down as he tasted you, your arousal coating his tastebuds and making him grow heated. He felt his tail swish every time your arousal coated his tongue, his wings twitching, begging to pin you down, feel your warmth. Everything about you made him feral.

“Jot-“ You didn’t get any further as he pushed his tongue into your entrance. Gasping out, you weren’t sure whether a moan underlined that or not but your mouth fell open as you felt the slender appendage push its way into your cunt, further and further, your face flushed as you felt how deep it went. You knew his tongue was longer than average, but this was something else entirely.

Watching your reaction closely, Jotaro felt his lips twitch before he started thrusting his tongue in and out.

One wing releasing from his back, he placed it on your thigh, keeping it pinned down while his hand was now free to stretch forward, placing itself on your pelvis. His thumb reached down to rest just above your clit and with a little pressure, he pulled the skin back taut, allowing Jotaro to slip his tongue in easier.

Moaning out, your hands were gripped tightly in the sheets of your bed, your eyes rolling back as they closed, completely focused on the feeling the incubus was giving you. His tongue, reaching so deep inside you, was pushing into every wall every time he pulled back, only to push back in just the same.

Unable to help yourself, the pleasure was slowly beginning to grow, an orgasm starting to make its way through the back of your mind and to the forefront quicker than you thought possible.

Suddenly, he pulled his tongue out completely and you opened your mouth to whine, only for that to instantly devolve into a moan when he instead wrapped his lips around your clit and sucked hard.

Crying out at the sharp jolt of pleasure, your hand shot down, latching onto one of his horns, quickly followed by your other hand. For a moment, Jotaro stuttered, but then he unwrapped his arm from your thigh, bringing his hand down to push two fingers into your tight cunt.

Squeezing your eyes shut, his continuous sucking on your clit had you a moaning mess, your skin turning hot as a tightening feeling pressed into your abdomen. “J-Jotaro, don’t stop-!” You begged, squeezing his horns tight, pulling his face closer to your crotch by them, yet suddenly a moan ripped from the incubus.

Your eyes shooting open in surprise, you looked down to see Jotaro staring up at you with a dark look, his lips released from your clit while his fingers continued to softly pump into you. “Careful what you touch, kitten.”

Swallowing nervously, you quickly let go of his horns, only for his left wing to shoot forward, grabbing your wrist and pulling it back to his horn, making you wrap your hand back around it. “What?”

“You’ve started it now, you can’t let go.” He whispered huskily, his eyes drilling into yours in a way that made you clench around his fingers.

Humming at the feeling, he started to scissor the digits, pumping them in and out of you for a moment before he leaned back down, wrapping his tongue around your clit in a flexibility that made you whimper before he enveloped the bud in his lips again, sucking while his tongue moved, squeezing and rocking your clit gently.

Your back arching, your hand automatically tugged on his horn again, earning a growl from the man that sent vibrations bursting into your gut, a heat creeping up your neck as you squeezed your eyes shut, your hips wanting to shift but impossible to thanks to his tight hold.

“Jotaro, please!” You begged for release as you looked down, the incubus pushing a third finger into your cunt, still sucking your clit while looking up into your eyes. ‘Cum then.’ He didn’t need to say the command out loud for you to understand.

Panting quickly, all it took was Jotaro spreading his fingers inside your walls, rubbing the sensitive flesh before you couldn’t take it. With a sharp moan, your back arched as your orgasm burst loose, your walls contracting spastically around his fingers while he kept sucking your clit, prolonging the feeling and stopping exactly when it started to borderline on overstimulation.

Panting, you came down from your high and slumped, looking down at Jotaro and apologetically letting go of his horn that you must have squeezed to death just now.

“Good girl.” The incubus smirked as he pulled back from your clit, his fingers pulling out of you replaced by his tongue as he greedily licked up your cum.

“Fuck, I haven’t orgasmed like that in-“

“I can tell.” Jotaro hummed, leaning up. “People don’t treat you right, hm?” He teased as he slowly moved to hover his body over you. “But I didn’t tell you to let go, kitten.”

Furrowing your brows for just a second, your eyes then glided up to his horns and you understood, shyly reaching up to take hold of both horns again. “I’m sorry.”

“There’s a good kitten.” He grinned, bringing his soaked hand up and licking it clean right in front of your face. “Are you ready for me?”

Looking down, you felt your cheeks burn as you watched the devil, completely uncovered, his erection hard and prominent. Yet, something was different.

While before, his cock was something you’d recognise, now it was completely different. Thicker, a blood red with what seemed like scaled sections running down, the points of those sections pointed towards the base.

Watching your face, the fiend laughed cruelly, cupping your jaw. “It fit before, it will again.”

“B-But it’s-“

“I figured I could leave behind the alteration spell today. Given you are not a nun, I have no more fear of scaring you away. You let me take you knowing full well what I was before. And now I want to take you naturally.” He growled, leaning his face down and nipping at your jugular. “Agreed? You can trust me. It won’t be that different.”

At his words, your eyes glanced up at him again and you squeaked slightly when you felt him put the head to your entrance.

Swallowing nervously, you then nodded and Jotaro hummed lowly in appreciation, starting to push his cock into you.

Your breath hitching, you grit your teeth as you felt the head push inside, followed right by the first section, a foreign feeling yet feeling so similar as he continued to enter.

Panting softly as he felt your walls squeeze him, Jotaro stopped halfway in, huffing out a little groan. “You need to relax, kitten, otherwise I won’t fit.”

Whimpering, you looked down, already feeling fuller than last week, yet seeing how he was barely halfway in, your body tightened up even more in nervousness, your hold on his horns tightening.

“F…uck-“ Jotaro groaned, leaning forward as his hands landed on your hips, lifting you up so that your ass was hovering over the bed. “Stop squeezing so much.” He hissed, putting his forehead to yours, slightly askew so that your noses ran next to each other. “Come on, kitten, for me.”

“Sorry, so sorry.” You whispered apologetically, your eyes squeezed shut as you took some loaded breaths, trying to relax your nerves and body.

“I won’t hurt you.”

It wasn’t the words itself that made you shoot your eyes open, instead it was the way he whispered them, pressing a kiss below your eye before moving to the other.

“Let me pleasure you.” He continued, still in a whisper, his hands now massaging your hips, your muscles slowly relaxing, allowing the fiend to slip into you just a little more. “There you go, good kitten.” He smiled, pulling back from your face a little bit, only to then press his head forward and push his lips to yours.

Replacing his hands on your hips with his wings, you felt his tail wrap around your leg while his hands travelled up, cupping your face as he deepened the kiss, moving his lips passionately with yours, coaxing your mouth to open so that he could slip his tongue in.

You tasted yourself as he helped himself to every inch, your hands on his horns pulling his face even closer, earning a groan from him, his hips bucking forward, pushing even more of his cock into your tight cunt.

Moaning softly as you felt the otherworldly cock enter you, you couldn’t help but focus on everything about Jotaro that wasn’t human, and more importantly, because of the reaction he just gave.

Curious, you squeezed one of his horns again, feeling his left wing that was holding your ass in the air twitch.

Groaning softly as Jotaro pushed just a little further in, his lips still attached to yours, you slowly started pumping your hand up and down his horn.

Almost in an immediate reaction, the tail wrapped around your leg tightened while Jotaro sunk further into you, his kiss turning sloppy while you sped up, rubbing up and down the one horn.

Unable to stop himself, the incubus moaned as he bucked his hips sharply, pushing the last inch of his cock into your cunt, stuffing you to the brim while you continued to rub the hardened material on his skull.

“Fuck, kitten-!” Moaning into the kiss, Jotaro grinded down into you, spearing you on his dick as you pumped his sensitive horn, pleasure blooming in his gut.

Finally breaking the kiss, he kept his face pushed to yours, panting into the skin of your cheek while you got him off via his horn.

He didn’t think you’d figure out so quickly those were sensitive.

“Does it feel good?” You whispered and Jotaro shot his eyes open, suppressing another groan as he trailed his hands down to squeeze and hold your breasts.

“You’re smarter than you look.” He panted, lifting his face up to look at you, only to gasp softly as you squeezed hard at the base. “Fucking hell!” He bucked his hips again, growling in frustration. He didn’t want to move yet, feeling how tight you were, knowing you weren’t adjusted to his size yet, his cock packed up right against your cervix.

Opening his mouth to speak, all of that went out the window when your other hand joined him on his other horn. Double stimulated, Jotaro cursed in a language you hadn’t heard before, his hands gripping your waist with a bruising grip, his cock twitching inside you.

Feeling that, you lowered your intensity, moving to let go, only for Jotaro to glare at you. “Don’t you dare let go. Keep going.” It was an order, not a beg and with wide eyes, you bit your lip and nodded.

Stroking his horns, squeezing at the base and tips, Jotaro devolved into a groaning mess, trying to keep himself from bucking his hips as his orgasm neared.

“Fuck, keep going-!” He groaned out, nipping and biting at your neck and shoulder, his nails turning more dangerous as well as he squeezed your waist, lightly scratching.

Growling, Jotaro couldn’t contain himself, bucking his hips forward harshly as he felt himself about to blow.

“Kitten-!!” He moaned as you squeezed at the base of both his horns at the same time, his jaw opening as he sank his teeth into your neck, groaning out lowly as you suddenly felt a hot rush of cum spurt into you.

Gasping at the pain from his bite and the feeling, you whimpered, the incubus wrapping his arms around your waist as he held you close, panting as he rode his orgasm, pumping your insides full with load after load of cum, his growls low through his teeth as he stayed put.

It wasn’t until a full twenty seconds later that he finally seemed to run empty, his hips no longer twitching while he slowly let go of the bite, looking as blood dotted your skin from it.

“That hurt.” You whispered, looking up at him and for a moment, a look of regret washed over his face.

“I’m sorry, Y/N.” He mumbled, kissing where he just bit, the flat tip of his tail rubbing apologetically up and down your leg. “You did for me, what I did for you. I got carried away.”

Panting softly, you finally properly let go of his horns, bringing your hands to your chest. “Oh, well I’m glad.” You blushed, looking to the side.

Tutting softly, Jotaro reached out, his hand gripping your chin as he turned it to face himself. “No one has ever figured out that my horns hold the same nerves as my cock. No one but you.”

Blushing even harder, you felt Jotaro’s wings - which had been holding your lower half aloft this entire time - put you down on the bed, his hips shifting so that he could move with it, still buried to the hilt inside you, plugging up his cum.

“So… that must’ve given you plenty right?”

Tilting his head, Jotaro looked at you. “To feed?” You nodded at his question, yet shrunk when the man chuckled. “Oh no, kitten. I don’t feed off myself. I feed off of you. And one orgasm definitely isn’t enough. I think I’ve given you plenty of time to recover, hm?” He smugly asked, rolling his hips as he did.

Gasping, only now did you notice he was still just as hard as he was before, his orgasm doing nothing for him.

Almost as if he could read your mind, the incubus lowered his face to yours. “I won’t be spent until I’m satisfied and fed, kitten. I can go for a while.”

Biting your lip, Jotaro rolled his hips again, testing the waters to see how ready you were, his cock a considerable size thicker and even longer than your first time. Your mouth cutely parted in a gasp and the fiend hummed, folding his wings back to his back as he firmly moved his hands to hold your hips, his thrusts slowly starting up.

Before, you had only felt him enter, yet now, those sections on his cock seemed to actively work to keep him from pulling out, flaring up and dragging over your walls in a way that made all the breath escape your lungs. “O-Oh fuck, Jotaro!” You whined, earning a grin from the incubus.

“There we go. You don’t know how much I’ve been thinking of this.” He hummed, properly starting to thrust into you, picking up a comfortable pace.

Smirking down at you, his right hand moved down to where he was stuffed inside you, his wing replacing his hold so that he could keep thrusting.

“Look at you. You’re stretched around me, taking me so well. You were born for this, weren’t you? To take my cock?” He praised, placing his thumb on your clit and expertly starting to rub the little bud.

“N-No, I’m… I’m-!” You tried to form a sentence, looking down at where he was looking too, watching the base of his cock slap into your pelvis over and over while his thumb ignited a fire inside you. “Gods!”

“You worship multiple now?” Jotaro grinned, pleasure coursing through his body, your own radiating into him, making his energy spike.

“No-“ You whimpered, whining loudly when he suddenly roughly thrust into you, his pace picking up as he fucked you.

Your poor cunt felt like an overstimulated mess, his cock’s ridges roughly pulling on your walls every time he pulled out, only to feel like he pushed further in than he was before, his thumb stimulating your clit, harshly pressing down one moment, only to be featherlight the next. He was playing with you, in every sense of the word, and you didn’t mind it one bit.

His thrusts turning somewhat slower but hard, Jotaro slammed into you, the head of his cock kissing your cervix with every move, his ears twitching at your desperate sounds, his pace perfect as he leaned down and kissed you, instantly slipping his tongue into your mouth.

Languidly pumping in and out of you, you were a moaning mess, grabbing at his arms, his shoulders, his hair, even his wings, just searching for anything to properly anchor yourself that wasn’t his horns.

Yet Jotaro was experiencing wholly different emotions. With his eyes closed, he rocked into you, little grunts leaving him with every slow but deep thrust, your slick coating every part of his member, aiding the back and forth slide the incubus was doing. He was taking in every part he could of you.

He’d never had the same woman twice, it was strange. He’d never wanted to be close to anyone he fed off after the act, so why were you different? Why was it he hadn’t been able to think of anything but fucking you full again since he left you? Why was the squeeze of your walls around his cock so so so much better than anything he’d felt before?

Frustrated by his own emotions and lack of answer to them, Jotaro pulled back from the kiss, a whine leaving your throat as he sat up on his haunches, his hands moving to grip the underside of your knees, swiftly pushing them into your chest as he pinned you there, quickly pushing what had slipped out of his cock back in.

“You’re my pretty little plaything. My kitten.” He hummed, starting his pace back up, a little faster now as he hit deeper at this different angle, your breath hitching as his cock rubbed against your g-spot.

“W-Wait-“ You moaned, your hands holding onto his shoulders in your desperation, your poor cunt feeling battered from his harsh thrusts.

Raising an eyebrow, Jotaro grunted as he thrust into you before stopping, your eyes widening as he looked down at you, his thumb still rolling over your clit. “Yes, kitten?”

“No, I didn’t mean-“

“I bet you didn’t.” The incubus smirked, grabbing your hands with his free one and pinning them above your head while his wings held your legs to your chest. “I can feel how tight you clench around me, how much you want this. You want to cum, don’t you?” He hummed, his thumb ever present, stimulating your poor clit.

“Y-Yes! I’m sorry, please don’t stop.” You begged, earning a little groan from Jotaro as he rocked his hips.

“Good girl.” Sighing softly, he started his thrusts back up, beginning slow yet rapidly losing himself as he sped up, his eyes closed as he solely focused on your body. “Fuck, just like that.” He groaned.

You yourself weren’t doing any better, struggling to not squirm while he pinned every part of you, leaving you vulnerable. Something about having a literal devil on top of you, using every part of his body to pin you down and overpower you, to please you, it worked to make your cunt drip.

Panting, his chest rising up and down rapidly, the incubus looked down, groaning at the frothy ring around his cock, the evidence of his and your arousal visible and slick, causing him to pump his hips harder.

“Shit, you better cum soon, kitten.” He groaned, doubling his efforts on your clit, feeling how every thrust into your cunt made your sensitivity grow, the heat pooling in your abdomen flaring.

“I’m close.” You nodded, looking up at him, his body pristine and perfect, not a drop of sweat on him while you yourself felt like a mess, his cock dragging through your walls, claiming you in and out as you lay there, folded in half by the powerful being on top of you.

“Cum for me, Y/N.” Growling that out, Jotaro pounded into you, chasing his own high while he pressed down on your clit, sensing your orgasm.

“Fuck!” Moaning out, you arched your back, feeling yourself teeter on the edge before one final thrust sent you over, a moan ripping from your throat as your cunt clenched around the large intrusion, trying to milk the incubus for all he was worth as you came.

“There we go, that’s it…�� Muttering to himself, Jotaro panted as he continued thrusting, the squeeze of your pussy making him want to shake as he slammed into you once, twice more before stilling, moaning low as his orgasm washed over him.

Keeping you pinned in the mating press, Jotaro pumped you full of his cum for the second time, groaning deep within his throat as he did, feeling his balls empty inside you once more, his orgasmic haze only amplified by the energy and sustenance he got from yours, leaving him in a trance as he painted your walls white.

You’d never felt so full as Jotaro filled you up, his previously load packed deep within you already, his second, seeming even bigger than the first as spurt after spurt of seed entered you.

“Jotaro, it’s too much.” You whined, shaking your head as you wiggled to try and get free, but the incubus growled, his hand pinning your wrists tightening while his wings were unforgiving, keeping you pinned until he’d finish filling you up.

“Take it. I know you can.” His eyes were dark as he rocked his hips, filling you with the last of his seed, the excess already spilling out even with him still buried to the hilt inside you.

A panting mess, finally, Jotaro seemed to let up, his wings pulling away and folding back onto his back, allowing you to lower your legs while he also released your wrists, a deep breath leaving him.

“You did well, kitten.” He spoke, running the back of his knuckles gently down your temple. With a little tug, he slowly started pulling out, a whine leaving you as the ridges on his cock resisted, right up until he popped out. “You remember the deal?”

Looking up at him, your eyes half-lidded and tired, you frowned in confusion. In return, Jotaro huffed, reaching down and collecting some of the cum that was starting to leak down. “Keep this inside you.” He spoke while pushing his finger into you, pushing the cum back in.

“Ah…” You whined softly as you closed your eyes, shifting your hips and Jotaro smirked, leaning over your body.

“See you around, kitten.”

Snapping your eyes open, you were already too late as he was gone, a residual feeling of him pulling his finger free from your cunt the only thing you were left with, apart from your marked and soiled body.

[askvashthetyphoon]

A Precious Gift

 A Nai(Knives) x Fem! reader fic I made while high on mochas and pork buns lol

!!TW!! mentions of Pregnancy+ alien anatomy shit lol At the beginning it was purely professional.

You were one of the few plant researchers who could ‘understand’ the readings from the plants. Though nowhere near as effective as Vash at ‘healing’, you were usually able to bring them from the edge of panic and meltdown to some kind of homeostasis( at least, until Nai could get there). It was because of this that, during one of Nai’s raids of a human vessel, he took you in. Disposing of the others.

You’d never been happy with how the plants were treated, not from the beginning. But when Nai filled you in on the scope of the horrors, you couldn’t help but fill him in on what you knew of human history; exactly how, and why, the planet had been destroyed. You, like William Conrad, did your best to help Nai in his ongoing research and received your life as a reward.

You were attracted to him, though. Being around him was enough. Had you ever seen such a beautiful creature? The way the light from the screens were caught in a thousand rings of diamond blue? The way his hair so softly danced from the slight pressure of the underground vents, soft and feather-light?

And he knew it too, you could tell. The slight change of his downturned eyes; tightening just slightly in amusement. The catlike twitch of the corner of his mouth; almost a grin, but he’d never let a full one escape, of course. The way he’s let one of those deadly knife-ropes ‘accidentally’ brush against your shoulder, your thigh, as he went to grab something from around you. One evening about four or so months ago, everything had changed.

You’d shared a drink with him; some of the fancier stuff left behind on one of the SEED ships. It wasn’t as if Conrad would join you- he was far too melancholy for that. And drinking with Nai was better than drinking alone. It was sort of amusing to watch his reactions; he, apparently, could get drunk just like any other human.

“You want me.” He said, quietly, after a moment of content, drunken silence between the two of you after finishing off a few bottles together. You looked down into the red wine in utter embarrassment and swallowed another mouthful thickly.

“It’s understandable.” Nai paused, twirling the drink in a slow and almost contemplative way. His eyes were unusually dark tonight; a deep sapphire. Perhaps an effect of the wine. “We have those same disgusting, carnal needs as humans. I don’t indulge in them often except for with others of my kind. But…” He lifted his eyes and you felt your stomach drop. There was a buzzing, purring in the air. So thick, and electric, that you could almost see the energy.

“Tonight I will make an exception. Come.” You felt those long tentacles, a thousand, thousand knives, gently caressing your back as he stood and offered a hand to you. The metal was cold at the tips but warmer the closer to his torso. And his hand was surprisingly warm, and soft. Almost human.

Almost.

You followed.

And learned quite a bit about the anatomy of the ‘male’ plants that night. And many nights thereafter. Between the legs, Nai was female. Which was quite the adventure for the both of you, since he’d never been introduced to fingers, toys, or any other forms of pleasure.  

However, he was certainly male in every other aspect. His strange knife-tentacles, when aroused, actually turned into something completely different. Roots. They were soft, gentle, white as snow. And with beautiful blue flowers that bloomed only after he’d finished deep inside of you. Sometimes he’d slide them in the more traditional way. Other times, they’d slip directly under your skin, somehow attaching right to your womb. Afterword, they’d be able to slide away, leaving only soft stickiness. No scars, no nothing. When you asked about it later, Nai explained sleepily about how the roots didn’t follow traditional rules of this world. That they were attached to the Higher Plane, just like Vash’s. And could sort of… do what they want. Slipping through things like walls and glass and bending the laws of physics at will. If you were really good, he’d treat you to the wings as well. Not the knife-wings that he used when fighting, but the sweet, feathered wonders that seemed infinitely huge when compared to your tiny body. But he didn’t treat you to those very often.

Between endometriosis and irregular periods, your reproductive system had been screwed up since birth, so you weren’t too worried about pregnancy. But it was strange. The more time you spent with him, the less your symptoms flared up, and the more regular your cycles became. It almost felt like he was healing you from the inside out. Not that that was possible.

At first he was a horrible, selfish lover. Only concerned with his own pleasure and leaving you frustrated and wanting every time you were together. But after a while you noticed quiet changes. Beginning to ask you what you liked. What made you feel good. Paying attention to your various noises and reactions (or lack thereof). Soon, he began to understand that it was far, far better when both parties got what they wanted, and adjusted your romps accordingly. At this point, it was about twice a week. Maybe more if it’d been a particularly frustrating week for the both of you.

But something in him was softening, slightly. Often, almost unconsciously, his knives would be around you when you worked together. One of two, sometimes even three strands, gently supporting your back. Guiding you down various hallways and away from potential dangers. They were always so clean; reflecting everything around them, and cool to the touch. He seemed to like it when you ran your hands gently over the edges, so lightly as to not cut yourself. He began to linger after your romps, clinging to your arm or leg and giving you a gaze you’d never seen before as he pulled you back into bed. You found yourself spending the night at his place, showering, and getting up early together for work more and more often.

Then, it started. You started feeling sick. Not horrible’ just a general overall shittiness. Tired no matter the amount of coffee. Nauseated. You ignored it at first, dedicated to your work. Nai noticed too and seemed both annoyed and concerned, growling and huffing at you to get your human disease under control since it was affecting the quality of your work. Yet, you could tell he was perplexed. Generally speaking, you  were very healthy.

The plants began to react differently too. Cooing and clicking and purring softly when you went into their rooms. It was very strange, and made your hair stand on end.

After the disease lingered on far longer than necessary, a thought came to your mind. After work, you  tracked back in your calendar when your shift was over, counting. Three months. Three months with no period! How had you not noticed? Your stomach dropped and you felt your gorge rising, having to cover your mouth to avoid throwing up your pathetically small breakfast.

Panicked, you pilfered one of the blood tests you used on the plants to determine pregnancy. A human pregnancy test wouldn’t work; the hormones were too different. No human growth hormones to detect.

It was positive.

If it was just a plant, Nai would destroy it. You knew that in the deepest core of your being. But… your hand lingered over the spot.

You didn’t want it gone. It was Nai’s. Somewhere you’d… fallen in love with him. The gentleness. The part of him that was still kind and loving, the part of him that only you ever got to see. The way his eyes opened so softly in the morning and he gave you that silly grin. The way his body curled around yours in the middle of the night, squeezing. As if making sure you were still there. His little pet names: you were his rabbit, his doe, his sweet little dove.

Getting rid of something that was a part of him, that was his, seemed like a terrible sin.

Your only choice was to run.

You booked the tickets, packed a small bag. Your heart was racing. Maybe, you’ll get lucky. Maybe Nai would be out on one of his errands this morning.

No such luck.

“You’re late.” He murmured, tapping his watch with one of his knives cooly as you tiptoed through the room. Using one of the tentacles to lift a clipboard from one of the side rooms, sliding it into your hands without meeting your gaze.

“Um. Actually. I have to take care of an errand in August.” You managed, setting the clipboard down gently. Trying your best to stay calm, collected. But you could feel your heart racing, your legs trembling. And apparently, he could too. His eyes flicked upwards, the knives glittering as they lifted curiously, slowly, behind him. So graceful. The soft ‘shhh’ sound of metal drifting against metal.

He sighed, and they shimmered in the light. Suddenly, they were both in front of you, and behind you, totally blocking your path. He was so fast; he didn’t usually use his speed anymore with you since he knew it frightened you.

“Nai-”You moved your bag in front of your belly. You weren’t showing yet, but. His eyes followed, head tilting as he walked over to you, almost gliding. Him being so close was overwhelming. The soft scent of lemon and the sharper undertones of metal. You were overwhelmed. You wanted so desperately to tell him, for him to comfort you, to hold him.

“You’re hiding something from me dove.” He murmured and you felt the little cage get tighter around you. His hand on your shoulder, so light. You flinched and he seemed offended, a low growl coming from somewhere in his belly. He leaned into you, and you felt his warm breath as he was… smelling your skin? “Nai? What’re you-?” “I know this smell.” He murmured into your ear. And his hand was on you, lightning quick. Between your bag and your body. Cupping very gently, the spot that you’d been trying to cover. It was warmer than the rest of your body and almost hard. You gasped. He hadn’t given you any time to react.

“Hold still.” He ordered and his voice was pure ice. There was no arguing with him. Only compliance. And you whispered soft no’s, pleaded, all the while cradled in layers of his knives and in his arms as his markings began to snake up his body.

Then, something happened that both of you didn’t expect.

A soft light began to glow between the two of you. From you.

Well- from underneath his fingers. Seeming to respond to Nai’s distress and anger.

Nai quieted almost instantly, something that you’d never seen him do once he began to get riled. His thumb gently rubbing along that light in wonder and his expression softening into something like awe. A few of his tentacles arching, gently caressing that area as well. So careful that you weren’t sure if they’d actually made contact or not.

“An Independent.” He whispered, looking up at you for a moment. More boy than man for just a second, eyes an impossible blue and full of wonder. A miracle for the both of you. Something he’d been trying so hard to achieve.

It was then that your legs gave out. Most likely from stress, and anxiety. Luckily Nai always had limbs to spare. He caught you easily and curled you up to his massive chest, pressing his head to yours and making some small noise of concern. You felt his arms so strong and thick underneath you. And about six or eight of those knife-limbs hovering behind you as well; ready to catch you if you somehow managed to tumble out.

Not that you had any plans. Mostly, you were just exhausted. You grabbed onto his strange skintight garment and buried your face as he rubbed your back. “I apologize. For frightening you.” He muttered, so quietly, so that only you could hear it. You relaxed completely as he carried you around, at times even slipping in and out of the sleep that had eluded you for weeks.

Waking up when you felt him finally stop, shutting the door behind him with his heel.

“Hm? Aren’t you leaving?”

One thing you knew about him: Nai was always busy. Other than occasionally playing the piano he wasn’t exactly the type to sit around watching tv. He slid you into the bed(with blue and white sheets, of course) and sat next to you. Placing a hand over yours and squeezing.

“I’m not.” He met your gaze and you saw another emotion you’d never seen before; guilt. And concern. And self-anger. He swallowed, the knife-limbs swirling and writhing in the air behind him, showing his conflicted feelings. He’d known something was off with you. And you’d been dealing with this alone. Alone!! Carrying his child inside you! Something no other useless human had ever been able to do.

You could feel his low, angry growls; they vibrated the bed slightly.

His eyes narrowed with determination and one of those knives very gently traced along your jawline. So affectionate and gentle and racked with a slight tremor. He was so upset, more so than you’d ever seen him.

“Nai, its okay. It’s okay.” You murmured, taking the leaf-shaped metal and kissing it softly.

“No.” He said, and squeezed your hand once more. Looking into your eyes and saying with determination, “Teach me. How to care for you properly.”

[blacklampshade]

Plz Stop Posting Miguel Smut

Hey guys, hate to break it to you but Miguel is aro-ace.  The Migussy is out of bounds.  Totally true he had a wife, big agree there, but they were actually married for tax reasons. He does have a daughter which he loved very much, but they are not related by blood.  As a matter of fact, he thinks sex is “Very yucky”. I understand why you are compelled to write such things but, his body has been cultivated for the pursuit of the greater good, not the satisfaction of carnal desire (/desires) (Oh my god you guys have so many desires). That dumptruck was built solely as a vessel for justice. Soz I didn’t tell you all earlier but you guys seemed like you were having so much fun and I didn’t want to interrupt.

[littlemisspascal]

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[eldritch-spouse]

is the reader from Gifted admin's emotional support human?

In Gifted, you're the staff team's emotional support plaything that replaces the more amorous and carnal side of Admin in their lives.

This frees Admin for the future endeavor of baring Krulu's child.

Chapter 7:

" With enough... " There's a long, low hum. " Guidance, you may come to serve me. " What must have been a wispy chuckle follows, as if the idea was a tad humorous to them. " Never as a worker here. Yet the ones sworn to me need to be weened off my vessel, the future will require a certain level of distance. The sooner I fetch holes, the faster this will cease being a point of concern. "

[siyscribbles]

To love is to be hurt, so good only if it's in the hands of women

Tired of loving something that is taking too long to love me back. women aren't just 'something' nor 'some body', a concept that I reckon' another century of millennia wouldn't pinpoint of how simply influenced an individual and making carnal desires screamed by the sight of a mere counterpart of a shallow, shiny piece of clay called man.

I am being so full of ideas feeding my deadly sins, that my sloth is in limbo of pulling an effort to love anybody else, the envy of how other can and able to be loved by what I craved for, the pride of knowing I needed to wait if I want her or me or us to last and yet the greed was holding me back to tell me that I can have some fun of it while not breaking my pact with pride.

Wrath is being the mediator of the last two, incapable of deciding which sin to be committed, what morally wrong to be rightfully regret but just then, gluttony whispering temptation of nothing's wrong to have it all, why not all-in for a starving vessel of a soul. Although, lust wanted is one thing; the body that same as mine, the treasure same of what I'm hiding of, a piece of dirt sculpted disgustingly in such alluring manner to smash an individual scum of this world together.

I'm so fool for the ideas that I am slowly being degenerate and desperate, the thin line between right and wanted. Unethical and a sinner but as humane can be, I'm reduced to the needless needing to understand such love of a work created that made me as well.

I'm so tired of loving my endless yet unsatisfied passions.

[bosspigeon]

the past upon a funeral pyre

A backstory snippet for my Tav, Pyre. Warnings: references to past slavery/abuse, survival sex work, and misgendering

When he breathes the air on the western coast of the Sea of Fallen Stars for the first time, he almost weeps. So far from Thay, the skies are clearer, brighter blue. There is so much sky beyond the rocky cliffs and cruel stone walls and bleak darkness.

By now, his master’s grand manor must be nothing but smoldering embers and unnatural corpses finally given rest. When the master died, so did every last undead servant that staffed the wretched place, collapsed over whatever task they tended when the magic animating them fizzled out. He left behind a mausoleum, fled under cover of night, with as many valuables as he could conceivably carry to pay his way to Aglarond.

It was not an easy journey. His master had him trained in all manner of art and conversation, fine literature and the other myriad entertainments befitting the highest class of concubine, but none of those arts included the means to survive on his own. He could only guess which of the things he grabbed in his blind panic were actually of worth. The intricacies of economics are not terribly important to the work of a disgustingly wealthy man’s personal whore, and so he never learned them. He didn’t have much trouble, at least, when he was handing over fist-sized jewels for something more discreet to wear than the skimpy finery his master preferred for him. The merchant was left gawking at the pile of fine silk and gold ornaments he left behind. His new clothing is roughspun, dull, and poorly fitted, but he does not stand out beneath the drab grey hood, which is exactly what he wanted.

There are no doubt enough riches left behind in the smoking ruin of that cage to fill a dragon’s hoard and then some, and he takes a grim satisfaction in knowing that most of them likely burned to nothing the same as the body of the man who kept him prisoner.

By the time he made it to Aglarond, his bag was significantly lighter. It was a long trek, and he traded cut jewels and mithril chains, candlesticks and gilded mirrors for food, transport, and reasonably safe sleeping accommodations. It was uncertain going for one who had never set foot beyond the walls of a grand manor house populated by milky-eyed corpses drenched in perfumed oils to hide the smell of decay and puppeteered by the will of a madman. He left behind a life of miserable luxury, and the reality of freedom is cold nights and blistered feet and hunger pangs, but he knows that a gilded cage is still a cage, and he would sleep on cold stone floors and bleed through his ill-fitting boots for a hundred years more before he would return to the life he left behind.

When he reaches the end of his stock of stolen riches, he drops the last of his coins into the greedy palm of a sunburnt youth who tells him the comings and goings of the ships in Aglarond’s harbor, and points him towards a privateering vessel bound for Westgate in the morning.

He buys his way aboard the ship with a bottle of wine and the only skill he was taught that has any use beyond the high-echelon backbiting and peacocking of the archmages of Thay.

He hasn't told the captain his name, but then again, the captain has not asked. He's called him all manner of pet names, crude "compliments" babbled in the throes of pleasure, but never so much as bothered to ask his proper name–the one drawn in delicate script over the surface of the bottle sitting in his quarters, the one sealed with a painted succubus kiss.

A few weeks confined to the captain’s quarters tending to the man’s carnal desires is a paltry nothing compared to a century of miserable servitude, and it passes with a sort of hollow dullness. He spends much of the time lying on his back, staring numbly through a porthole at the endless sea and sky, the animal grunting and curses and tedious filth fading away under the sound of the crashing waves, the calls of the gulls wheeling by, and the siren song of a new life beyond the horizon.

"You could stay, pretty devil," the captain purrs over his shoulder. He draws his cloak more tightly around him, shuddering at the man's slimy tone, heavy with innuendo. "The ship's never had such luck on such a long voyage. I lost no men, we weathered no storms. You've been a blessing from the gods, my lovely."

He feels the captain crowding closer behind him, but he keeps his gaze resolutely on the docks, close enough now that the crew on the deck below are calling back and forth to one another, the vessel shudders and bobs beneath his bare feet as the anchors are dropped, as the sails are hauled in.

My lovely.

His lip curls as he feels the captain's breath against his cheek, hot and moist and making the golden trinkets in his ear sway and tinkle against one another. It smells of bitter liquor and salted fish. In his mind's eye, the man over his shoulder is dark-haired, elven, only just showing the signs of his seventh century in the creases on his dour face and grey at his temples, not a stocky human man marked by scars and weathered by years at sea.

His eyes do not leave the dock, closer now, the ship smoothly gliding to a stop. Just a bit closer, and the crew will lower the gangplank, and he will finally be free.

He thinks of his wings, left mounted over the grand fireplace in his master's study, a testament to his first and last flight, his first and last attempt to escape while his master still breathed. He wishes more than ever he could fly now, when freedom, true freedom, is so close he can taste it on the balmy saltwater breeze.

His wings are likely one of the few things that will have survived the fire that consumed what was his grand and gilded prison for nearly a hundred years.

"I never got your name," the captain croons in his ear like a lover. "I would have it painted on the hull of my ship, so she could always bear your gift. I would have a likeness of you carved as the figurehead, and have you warm my bed and bring my crew luck for the years to come."

Pretty words, prettier than the things the captain called him while he was beneath him, like they shared something romantic, rather than the truth of it–a transaction. It was simply the price he paid for a way to leave the ashes of his old life, could it even be called a life, behind.

The ship jolts and shudders to a final stop, he sways with the motion, and the captain sways too, but uses the momentum to slide a hand beneath the cambion's loose-fitting clothes to grope possessively at his chest.

It's instinct. His body reacts without thinking, fire blazing under his skin and bursting outwards. The captain cries out, stumbles away, and the flames dripping from the devil's skin follow like slavering hounds. He turns to face the flailing, screaming human and he can feel sparks dripping from his eyes, licking from between his bared teeth.

"You may call this ship a tomb when she sits at the bottom of the sea," he snarls as the wood begins to hiss and smoke and crack beneath his feet. "And you will never touch me again."

He does not wait to see the captain's fate. He traverses the ship's deck and crosses the gangplank, leaving a burning trail in his wake. It doesn’t take long for the crew to notice the rapidly spreading flames, and while a few of them try in vain to put them out or at least to slow the spread, others simply jump ship and swim to safety.

 He holds his head high as he turns his eyes to the sea, to the horizon where, far beyond the ship slowly being engulfed in hellish flame, sits a crumbling pile of ash and blackened stone, a funeral pyre for the man who held him prisoner, and for the girl he used to be.

[nananarc]

Ever since as a kid i was drawn to more dark, melancholic, evil, carnal sins shit. It's like the dark goddesses have blessed me with it. The more i grew up and the more confidence, self assurance, experience and knowledge i have, the more i can fulfill my role as a vessel for them. You can see it in my stuff.

Lately I have been feeling them speaking to me and bestowing me gifts a lot more than before, probably because i don't have stress from school anymore.

So, I hope to be able to show everything i have to offer to you guys one day. Slowly, I'll churn out one thing at a time, we have a lot to share.

[shammah8]

Walk and Live in the Spirit That the righteousness of the law might be fulfilled in us, who walk not after the flesh, but after the Spirit.

Romans 8:4 We must know that the baptism of the Spirit immerses us into an intensity of zeal, into a likeness to Jesus, to make us into pure, running metal, so hot for God that it travels like oil from vessel to vessel.

This divine line of the Spirit will let us see where we have ceased and He has begun. We are at the end for a beginning.

We are down and out, and God is in and out.

There isn’t a natural thought of any use here. There isn’t a thing that is carnal, earthly, natural, that can ever live in a meeting.Healing Principle #23 No man is able to walk spiritually without being in the Spirit. He must live in the Spirit.

He must realize all the time that he is growing in the same ideal of his Master, in season and out of season, always beholding the face of the Master, Jesus.

Pray this closing prayer today:

Holy Spirit, immerse me that Thy zeal will run hot in my life for Jesus Christ. May I never stop growing more and more Christlike through Your power. Amen.🤝SMITH WIGGLESWORTH

[moonlights-tears]

Peel off every soft petal

Kissed skin of her vessel

Pull her close and devour

A tender touch each hour

Prolong every inch of delight

Keeping that hunger in sight

Curled up on my loving lap

Bent upon that bottom to slap

Put in place she will gladly obey

Every night and every day

A sweet pet for carnal desire

Spark her heart a need to reguire

Kept upon a needles tip

Butterflies flourish from a whip

Hunger grows while needs grow

That voice husky and kept low

Poems whispered into ears

Only love have no fears

Be mine and surrender

All mine kept sweet and tender

[walkswithmyfather]

“The happiness of Heaven! (Thomas Sherman)

"No eye has seen,

no ear has heard,

no mind has conceived,

what God has prepared for those who love Him!" 1 Corinthians 2:9

The vessel of our soul is too capacious to be filled with all the pleasures and delights the world put together. But hereafter, our pleasures and delights shall be too great for the most capacious vessel to hold! Our glory shall be so great, that power as well as goodness, shall be given by God Himself to renew and enlarge these vessels, that they may be capable of receiving and retaining that glory. Strength and love shall go forth together, to prepare and elevate our dispositions, that they may be suitable for such a transcendent and exalted state!

At present, we are too weak to bear such a weight of glory; therefore God will immortalize us, that we may be able to sustain it! And because our eternal joys cannot fully enter into us while in this world, we shall fully enter into them in heaven.

What fool would place only a few drops of carnal pleasures into so large a vessel as the soul; and neglect the spring, or rather the ocean of unspeakable bliss, and everlasting glory!

O my soul, what a glorious day is coming, when the vessels of mercy shall be cast into the ocean of mercy, and be filled to the very brim with divine mercy! Then the soul that is love-sick for Jesus--shall lie in the bosom of divine love, and forever be satisfied with unfathomable love! Then the children of God shall have a full fruition of God, and be forever satisfied with the presence of God! The joy of His glorious presence, the fullness of His joy, the sweetness of this fullness, the eternity of this sweetness--the heart of man can never adequately comprehend.

Lord, let the glory which you have prepared for me, turn my soul from the vanities of earth!

"You have made known to me the path of life; You will fill me with joy in Your presence, with eternal pleasures at Your right hand!"

Psalm 16:11.”

(Via)

[crush3dmary]

A bit late for the ask game, but I'm gonna throw a freeform at you.

What is one question on the list that no one asked, but you were really hoping they would?

If none apply, use this as an excuse to just info-dump whatever thing you've been wanting to go crazy about!

Ahhhh my treasured mutual thank you so much for the ask!! I think I'm going to use this opportunity to info dump about my current longfic wip, because I'm really excited about it!

Philosophy of a Knife is a yugioh canon rewrite au where Bakura wins and Ryou becomes a vessel for Zorc's power. I have a lot of big plans for it, but it's really a glorified character study with an alternate interpretation of Ryou. I once heard the interpretation that Bakura is a manifestation of Ryou's own intrusive thoughts and I thought this could be an interesting thing to explore alongside the concept of an unreliable narrator as he starts to lose his grip on reality more and succumb to his more carnal urges, inspired by my very real experiences with ocd/intrusive thoughts. The first chapter is pretty canon compliant so far to the manga but I'm planning to have it diverge pretty significantly around battle city. And there will be card games! I learned how to play Duel Monsters for this! I really committed to the bit for this one. If you guys want a preview of the first couple paragraphs, I shared this in a few servers so I don't mind sharing it here too. Under a cut to be safe.

Absolute power corrupts absolutely.

Ryou would learn this the hard way—he'd always considered himself the kind of person that others don't remember, someone forgettable, his anonymity nearly paralleling invisibility. It was only when he lost that resource that he would realize how much of a divine sanction it was.

If one had asked him seven months prior where he imagined his sorry life, the last thing he would have said was "acting as a vessel for the dark God Zorc Necrophades", but even if his life before the Ring was relatively mundane, going about the motions like it were a series of small tragedies, ever since his body became communal, all he could say for certain was that his days were unpredictable at best.

Nobody had told him when he accepted Zorc's soul that the Darkness felt like fire and ice in his veins, something swimming through his arteries like the aftertaste of grief that had clouded his senses since the day he got the phone call saying they're dead, and now you're not just lonely but alone. Nobody told him that he'd feel it skittering across the hairs of his neck like the most graceful of insects, and more than that, nobody told him that nothing would slow the process of his own decay.

A panic that wasn't his washed over Ryou's body as he doubled over, coughing and choking, a malady that had nowhere to go. Jagged nails dug into the pale skin of his forearms, drawing blood that stained the tips of his fingers onyx. Soon after, one of his hands came up to rest over his open mouth, and he retched.

The moment he pulled away, he cowered with revulsion when he saw that his blood and bile were black.