Already Listened Twice Today

the backrooms with cute cats roaming around? hell yeah

Are you coming with?

David Allen Hulse, The Eastern Mysteries—An Encyclopedic Guide to the Sacred Languages & Magickal Systems of the World

Road Trip w/ Kento 18+ NSFW

The hum of the tires on the highway had become monotonous—and you were bored out of your mind.

“Are we there yet?” you asked, allowing your head to lay against the window.

Kento raised an eyebrow, eyeing the stretch of green rolling past the windows. “Not entirely, no.”

“I thought this was supposed to be a getaway,” you muttered. “You know, fun. Spontaneous.”

From the driver’s seat, Kento gave you a sidelong glance over his glasses.

“It is a getaway,” he said with a slight chuckle. “We’ve been on the road for three hours, haven’t run into a single curse, and the traffic’s been ideal. I fail to see what part of this isn’t enjoyable.”

You huffed, folding your arms across your chest. “Can we at least put on some music? I’m tired of listening to some guy rambling about greek philosophers.”

He sighed, “As you wish but I did allow the auto drive for your comfort. Isn’t that spontaneous enough?”

Your grin was slow. Dangerous. “So you’re not technically driving right now?”

“No. I’m monitoring—why are you smiling like that?”

Your hand slowly creeped across the console until your hand found the inside of his thigh.

“Y/n.” Kento said firmly, his expression unchanging. Kento rarely unraveled easily.

You ignored his voice, fingers sliding upward, teasing the seam of his trousers.

“I’d advise against your suggestive movements.” Kento’s jaw tightened, his eyes still glued to the road.

“Oh come on,” you purred. “I’m just making this trip a bit more interesting.”

“You mean you’re doing something illegal while in a moving vehicle?” Kento asked coolly, though his hand twitched on the wheel. “Because I can assure you, that’s not—”

“Illegal? No.” Your hand was now palming the growing bulge. “Inappropriate? Definitely.”

“Not in public,” he murmured, already losing some of the steel in his tone.

You leaned in, lips brushing his ear. “But it’s not really public, is it? No one can see in. No cameras. And you’re not even driving.”

His jaw clenched. His pants tightened further beneath your hand. You unbuckled your seatbelt with a click and shifted yourself to get better access.

“You’re insatiable,” he muttered, voice hoarse.

You grinned as your hand toyed with his zipper. As you tugged it down, Kento didn’t resist or flinch as you pulled him free from his boxers. He was hard and already twitching in your hand. The contrast between his restraint and your shamelessness made heat curl in your belly.

You leaned down, pressing a kiss to the head of his cock, slow and teasing. He inhaled through his nose—sharply—but said nothing.

“Eyes on the road, Nanami,” you teased, voice breathy.

He was already squirming in his seat, thighs tense, and his hands gripping onto the steering wheel for dear life.

Your mouth closed over him, slow and wet, taking him in inch by inch while the car hummed quietly around you. The thrill of the open road, the sun dipping low over the horizon, and the absolute obscenity of your position made you moan softly around him.

He hissed at the vibration. You took your time, teasing and pushing him to the edge.

“God,” he murmured. “You’re going to kill me.”

One of his hands found your hair, threading through gently at first but his grip tightened every time you took him all the way. Kento bit back his moans and simply grunted, still conscious of the fact that you were both in a moving vehicle.

You pulled back just enough to speak, lips slick, eyes bright with mischief. “I want you to come in me.”

Kento groaned lowly as his thighs trembled ever so slightly. You sat back up and took off your panties.

“Y/n, please. Not here,” Kento’s voice wavered, watching your every move.

You simply bit your lip, “Recline your seat for me.”

Kento hesitantly complied, completely entranced by the moment. You swung your leg over him and positioned your already wet center above his drooling tip.

Kento swallowed, almost shaking from anticipation and a bit of fear. You sank down onto him slowly, gasping at the stretch. Kento’s hands settled on your hips—firm, but not demanding. Controlled. Like he was holding himself back.

He exhaled slowly through his nose, his brows drawn together as he watched you ride him. Not a single word left his lips.

“You’re too quiet,” you whispered, leaning forward to kiss his neck. “Don’t tell me you’re unaffected.”

“I’m not unaffected,” he replied, voice low and steady. “I’m trying not to lose control in a moving vehicle.”

You smiled against his skin, amused by the way he said it so calmly—while his cock throbbed deep inside you, and his fingers tightened minutely every time you ground down just right.

“Why fight it?” you murmured, starting to move in slow, deliberate rolls. “Just give in.”

He shook his head once, eyes flicking to the road as if that would save him. “You have no patience.”

“And you have too much,” you teased, circling your hips again. “Let me wear you down.”

Kento didn’t respond—but his jaw clenched, and his grip on your waist grew firmer. He was still so maddeningly composed, even as you clenched around him, already slick and aching. You loved the way he held it all in and you loved breaking him down, piece by piece.

You reached between your bodies and stroked your clit, moaning softly as you bounced just a little harder, the wet sounds between you unmistakable now in the quiet car.

“You feel so good,” you breathed. “I wanna make you come so badly.”

Kento drew in a deep, shaky breath. “You need to stop talking like that.”

“Why?” you asked sweetly, cupping his face so he’d look at you. “Is it turning you on?”

Kento’s head tipped back against the seat with a dull thud, jaw tight, hands gripping your thighs like they were the only things tethering him to reality.

You leaned forward, your chest brushing his as you rode him harder now, chasing that perfect rhythm. His hands slid up your back slowly, then down again, finally resting just above your ass. Still not pulling you down, not guiding you. Just there.

“You’re killing me,” he murmured, voice tight.

You kissed him then—soft, slow, and deep—and it was that kiss that finally cracked him. His hands grabbed your hips, grounding you as he began to thrust up into you, sharp and deliberate.

“Keep going,” he said quietly. “Don’t stop.”

You moaned into his mouth, your hands braced on his chest, letting him take the reins now, letting him fuck up into you with control and focus—but his breathing was starting to hitch, his rhythm faltering as you clenched and pulsed around him.

“Give it to me” you whispered. “Please.”

Kento groaned—barely—but you felt it more than heard it, his whole body tensing as he came deep inside you. His arms locked around your waist, holding you close as he rode it out in silence, only the sound of his heavy breathing and the car engine filling the space.

You collapsed against him, breathless and flushed, heart pounding.

He pressed a kiss to your temple. “You’re insane.”

You smirked. “And you’re impossible to break. But I’ll keep trying.”

love this!

You’re uncomfortable being by yourself, and it’s ruining your life.

We’re all human beings, and it’s in our nature to crave interaction. To yearn for hour-long talks and constant messages. And this is normal, it’s perfectly fine. We all experience it. 

Problem comes when it reaches a point where you can’t survive without it. When your social media becomes the centre of your life, and you can't stop checking/refreshing/posting in hopes of getting some more of that sweet, fresh interaction. When you can’t sit for 5 minutes without needing to talk to someone.

You’re uncomfortable with being by yourself. Don’t get it? Let me rephrase. You are not able to sit in your own mind and be content. You can’t be alone with your thoughts, and this trouble comes when all your thoughts are inherently negative. When all your thoughts are about how you look, all alone and pathetic. About your appearance or something embarrassing that made you feel bad.

“Aeryne— how do I combat that?”

Well…

Be okay with being boring. Be okay with your thoughts going to “what am I going to have for lunch” or “that movie I watched was really interesting, let’s think about a scene I liked” Be okay with your thoughts being absolutely mundane.

Start observing. I’m sure you’ve seen babies or little children. They give you that thousand yard stare sometimes, because they’re always observing. We live in a life of stimulation, that doesn’t need to be your phone or your social media. Look at the colour of that wall, guess how fast that car is going. Fill up your time with some good old observations.

Get used to the fact that being alone is okay. And that no one else’s thoughts should affect yours. If someone thinks sitting alone = pathetic, loner, disgusting, I think they’re in for a rude awakening that life isn’t a 2005 coming of age movie. 

Now that we’ve changed your mentality a little, let me talk about the beauty of being solitary. The way of being alone.

Being alone, and having “me” time is so wonderful. God- being able to think about myself, and only myself? Not worrying about how my replies sound to others? My tones in speech? Glorious. When you’re alone, you have no one else to appease or listen to. Only yourself, so listen.

Woah- did you realise that? You can actually hear your thoughts. In this world of action, my mind is detached from all that hustle and bustle. There’s no one else’s thoughts or words filling up my logical reasoning. Just my own. 

Treasure your time with yourself. Realise what I’ve told you, apply it and you’re going to be comfortable with being by yourself. Here’s a personal challenge, if you can:

—Turn off all your notifications for an hour.

—Observe your surroundings.

—Listen to the thoughts, appreciate them.

thank you for listening, sweet ones.

xoxo,

Saint Aeryne 

how to begin your rebranding journey (self-rebrand tips)

1. start following accounts (like mine🫶) that helps you with your rebrand. whoever you want to become, how you want to live, use social media as a way to constantly be reminded to upgrade yourself. subscribe to youtubers who live how you want to live and those who will help you with what you need help with. you use social media everyday so you might as well use it for a purpose rather than endless scrolling. change it up, it’s okay

2. this kind of goes hand-in-hand with number 1, but change your mental environment. you are the content that you consume. you are the music you listen to, you are the tv shows you watch, you are the social media you follow— all this media is being recorded in your mind. your subconscious mind perceives it as real. think about it: people who listen to sad music are generally always pretty sad. people who watch crime documentaries are usually scared and on high alert 24/7. it’s okay to enjoy your favorite music, tv shows, movies, books, etc., but be careful of how much of it you’re consuming. change it up, it’s okay

3. change your physical environment. redecorate, move, clean, organize, go outside more, do everything you need to do to change your physical environment. this can be as simple as letting in fresh air and sunlight rather than keeping the blinds closed and being in the horrible fake yellow light and air conditioning (unless it’s extreme heat or cold outside.. obviously). maybe try eating out at that restaurant instead of having it delivered. always look to change your environment and surroundings. change it up, it’s okay

4. i suggest doing the steve harvey 300 things list. if you don’t know what it is, you write down 300 things you want for yourself and for your life. read it every morning and every night. pray over it. meditate over it. and work on some of those things. it’s not enough to just read and pray, you have to do the work. feel free to look it up on youtube

5. start working on your goals today. do something. anything. maybe you can only handle one goal at a time. that’s okay. maybe you can work on multiple goals at once, that’s okay too. it’s not a race. do something right after reading this, it’s okay

helpful things to remember:

it's not going to happen overnight, relax

you must enjoy the process and not try to focus so much on just the end result

you're going to have good days and bad days. again, relax

Our second Eqqus album, Equus Caballus, is coming out Tuesday next week on May 6th 🐎 Cover: Donna Ferrato

MAKING LIFE BEAUTIFUL ༊*·˚

beauty is a high value of mine, it makes life worth living, and with that i don't mean conforming to commercial beauty standards, but cultivating a beautiful environment, inner thoughts/mindset, and lifestyle. here are some things i want to do to make my life more beautiful:

avoiding stress by doing tasks and assignments early

feeling refreshed by not staying up late

experiencing the sunrise and sunset by waking up early and being more mindful of my environment/nature

having a clean and tidy room

having an organized digital space

having an athletic and flexible body by regularly exercising and stretching

having an uncluttered mind by journaling my thoughts everyday

having a positive mindset (no self-loathing, ugly thoughts!)

making life meaningful by not only consuming, but also creating beautiful things through creative means

pursuing my hobbies (writing, drawing, singing, dancing, crafting)

eating less processed food & more beautifully prepared healthy food

being hygienic by smelling good, caring for my nails & hair, and wearing stainless clean clothing

avoiding stress by not being forced to hurry

concentrating being in the present moment

minimizing social media usage

creating a nice atmosphere with matching music

basically romanticizing my life

i hope these tips help you cultivate a more beautiful life too! i might make more blog posts if i feel inspired, because they are pretty too ;)

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