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heartfullofleeches · 9 months

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Do it!! We love your ideas chief, that’s why we’re here!

Also ghoul reader is hot as fuck

[Light body horror. Angst]

Well- two important factors about ghoul reader are both their body and mind deteriorate over time, but can be rebuilt to full structure by eating human meat/brain healthy meals.

This led me to think of a "healer" ghoul reader who can sorta transfer/reconstruct the healthy cells to others and heal people that way. Lose a kidney? Ghoul Reader can create a new one and negate most side effects by eating some ground beef left in the freezer. A personal sacrifice of their flesh for another being.

Given the nature of their healing properties, Ghoul Reader is extremely caring and always puts others before themself. They make friends with the wrong person- someone who hardly cares about their well-being and uses Reader for their personal gain. They had been scarred horribly by mistakes they'd already made and without them even asking Reader starts to slowly heal them. Their body needs more work than reader's can take, but they just write the ghoul off as lazy and trying to keep them around. Reader's body mass continues to shrink no matter how much they eat. It hurts them to put so much strain on their body... it hurts so much... but they still try. They still keep that "friend" in their heart and notebooks so they'll never forget them when their memory blanks. They care about their friend. They love them. They want them to be okay and love themself for who they are-

But they never knew how truly rotten that person was - inside and out.

"Finally... All those horrid scars were a damper on my social life. I'm even more beautiful than I was then. That being said, I can't be seen around something like you. It was fun."

That isn't what friends are supposed to say.. After all they did for them... Gone without even saying goodbye. That was the ghouls first time being betrayed to such caliber- and it crushed them. They wouldn't feel this pain if they were just another mindless creature, but they were proud of the person they'd become. The "normal" human being who walked around same as everyone else. They were just like them... only rotting... maybe that person wasn't so wrong to leave them behind...

Ghoul Reader shuts off from the outside world after that. They stick to their routine as it's all they've ever known, but they've lost that rosy view of the world. Is it worth making friends anymore? What's the point of trying if they'll just be abandoned again? They were more human than the people around them. Unlike them - they felt pain. They wanted to forget it all - so they did. Most of it at least.

While out one night reader notices a musky scent in the air. So faint only their nose would catch it. They follow the trail to a body lying behind some dumpsters - stab wounds having torn deep holes through their vital organs. Their pulse was weak - fading. Despite all the pain they've been dealt, Ghoul couldn't let someone die for another's mistake. They fixed up the near corpse and waited for them to wake up so they couldn't get home safety.

"Ugh....I'm still alive....lame...who the fuck are you?.."

Ghoul Reader explains everything that lead up to the encounter and their healing capabilities.

"Eh....with how my nights gone - I'll believe anything at this point. Thanks for the help, bud."

It was nothing. Ghoul Reader gets up to leave.

"Aye! Where ya going? You save people's lives on the regular and expect nothing back? Lemme treat you to dinner. Know a good spot close by and I still have the wallet I was gutted over. Let's get going already!"

Reader learns more about their new acquaintance. A petty thief trying to get on the right track in life. They spun some wild story about seeing a guy dropping his wallet and them trying to return it with the guy flying off the rails and accusing them of stealing it. The details were spotty, but Reader nodded along to every word. They needed a place to stay for the night as their home was too far to trek back too at that hour. They give Reader the rest of the cash in the wallet in exchange for their couch and they become the first real friend Reader makes.

Everything Reader gave they always tried to give back double. The near death experience gave them a new outlook on life. It was something to be cherished and not thrown away so easily as they had in the past. They wanted to share that new view with their only friend. Reader was a better companion than people they'd know their entire life. A little bitey when they got hungry, but everyone gets a little cranky when they're starving.

The friend gets a call over. Reader had skipped breakfast and wasn't sticking to their usual diet. They sat alone, unable to move and succumbing to the painful cramps of hunger. They begged their friend to bring them meat from the store, but their friend wanted to end their suffering as quickly as they could. They pulled out their trusty switchblade, embedding its teeth in their pinky finger. Ghoul Reader tries to stop them.

"Y/n, you saved my life. It's as much yours as it is mine. I'd give anything to properly replay you, but I'll never be able to and I don't mind living with that debt on my shoulders if it means we're together. This is the least I can do for you- so shut up and eat my damn finger."

A week after Reader tries them their finger back there's a knock on the door. Their friend refused treatment seeing it as a marker of their loyality to reader. They make sure reader is well fed at all times. A face reader has seen before stands behind the door. Some model they've seen on billboards and flyers. What could someone like that with them?

"Y/n. I know you probably don't want to see me after what I've done, but I need your help. I got into an accident after a few drinks last week. Nothing serious before you ask, but I've got these bruises and I have an important party to attend this Saturday. I'll allow you to be my plus one if that fixes things."

....

"I'll be out with a friend Saturday, but thank you. I can still fix you, but if you don't mind me asking - how do you know my name?"

Reader leads them to their couch and heals their spotty face all while the stranger is left bewildered. They're acting like nothing happened. Why are they acting like nothing happened? Who was this new friend and who the hell was that standing by their bedroom door?

"Are you seriously going to play this game?"

"What do you mean?"

"Pretending like you don't know who I am. That's harsh even with everything that's happened."

Ghoul Reader backs away from them.

"I've seen you in pictures, but that's it. I don't know who you are."

"It was cute at first, but I'm not playing whatever game you're trying to start. You know who I am."

Ghoul Reader racks their brain for answers, but there's no result. They begin to hyperventilate. "I don't....I don't know who you are....Stop it, please!"

"Not til you say my name. I'll own up to my part when do that simple thing."

They grip at their face, talons catching on their softened skin. "I don't know who you are...Don't make me remember..... Get out.... GET OUT!"

As the stranger leaves and heads towards their car a notebook flies out reader's window - aiming for their skull had they not stepped out of the way in time. Inside are pages of filled with scratched out ink held on a weakened spine. It was a miracle they held together. The pages stick togethered, water damgaged by crusted specks of blood and smaller dots of a clearer fluid. The words written were near illegible, but there's a few key points they could make out. A birthday, the begining and ending characters to a person's name, a repeated phrase pieced together over the various pages. Don't forget. Never forget.

They'd been erased completely from reader's conscious mind. This notebook had been kept to prevent that very thing from happening. All those precious memories thrown away. The stranger was happy with the life they'd been robbed of - but no one had ever been their for them like Reader had. A new stain falls to the page.

Flipping to the final page, a note slides off the back cover.

"Come here again - and I'll erase you permanently."

It wasn't reader's hand writing. The person in the window holds up a new journal - comforting a sobbing ghoul on their shoulder.

#yandere x reader #yandere x you #yandere headcanons #yandere imagines #yandere insert #yandere scenarios #yandere #yandere blurb #yandere oc #tw yandere #yandere angst #zombie reader #yandere drabble

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blackhakumen · 2 months

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Mini Fanfic #1186: Jailhouse Bros. (Tekken 8)

5:34 p.m. at Urban Square's Police Station.......

'Sound of a Cell Closing Shut'

Jin: (Sighs While Sitting on One Side of the Long Seat He's Sharing with Hwoarang) I knew I should've kept riding by and ignore you when I still had the chance.....

Hwoarang,: (Lounging Around on the Other Side of the Seat) Don't be such a drama queen, Kazama. I always ended up coming here more times than I can even try to count. You'll get used to your stay eventually.

Jin: (Rolls his Eyes) With you as my cell mate, my doubts are measurable

Hwoarang: (Glares at his Rival) Hey, I am treat to be around! At least compared to your smart ass.

Jin: (Raises an Eyebrow) Is that so? Then, why would a "Treat" like you, go out of your way to help me during the war?

Hwoarang: (Scoffs While Crossing his Arms Together and Turning Away) Isn't it obvious? You were literally the one and only key we have to save the world from pure chaos, so it's no brainer for any of us that we decided to work with you. It seems like you needed the help too considering how out of it you've been feeling lately.

Jin: ('Sigh') You're not completely wrong with that observation. Despite everything, It's honestly a miracle that I was able to pull through till the very end. I don't even think I'd still be here right now if weren't for you and everyone else's help, so.....(Smiles at Hwoarang a Bit) Thanks for that. Truly.

Hwoarang: (Lazily Waves at Jin) Yeah, whatever. Speaking of which.....(Slowly Turns Back to his Rival) How are you feeling now after you fought your old man alone? You didn't really......you know.....

Jin: No. I spared him. Risky move on my part, but I'd rather not continue the cycle of trying to kill one another any longer, no matter how much he deserves it. But on the bright side, neither of us have the Devil Gene anymore, so he probably won't do much other than trying to punch me really hard.

Hwoarang: (Snickers a Bit) I bet he ain't happy about that one bit-

A loud scream of a very long "NOOOO!" Is suddenly heard from outside echoing inside the very police station, ringing both of the boy's ears.

Hwoarang: ............('Clicks Teeth') Case in point. We're never gonna hear the end of it, are we?

Jin: (Rolls his Eyes) Considering how vengefully insane he is, I doubt we'll hear the last from him anytime soon. (Takes a Bit of a Deep Breath) But it's fine. I'll be ready to take on as many times as he wants to fight. I'm through running away from my problems.

Hwoarang: (Simply Nodded with a Small Smile on his Face) Good. (Starts Smirking Now) I'd hate to kick your grumpy ass again.

Jin: (Scoffs While Smirking Back at Hwoarang) Again? Last I checked, I've beaten you twice already. In the ring and on the road.

Hwoarang: Okay, first off, you only gotten lucky on that fight. Let's not sit here and forget that I was molly whopping your ass in the first half of the match, okay? And second, like fucking hell did you beat me in that race! I was on the lead ever since the very moment we started and you know it!

Jin: What I know is that I had far more of a chance of winning it all than you could ever hoped of accomplishing.

Hwoarang: (Went Back to Glaring at Jin) Careful, Kazama. We may be cooped up in this small cell, but you ain't too far off from another kicking session.

Jin: You're more than welcome to try. I'll dodge every. Single. One.

?????: Alright, that's enough outta you two for the night.

The duo turns to see the officer waking by their cell along with an older man with dreads, walking with a cane.

Officer: 'Specially now that you have this gentleman gracious enough to bail both your hides outta here.

Jin: (Instantly Recognizes the Old Man Along with Hwoarang) It's you.

Hwoarang: Old Man Smith!?

Leroy: In the flesh. I ain't the only one here to get you out though.

Leroy's puppy, Sugar, happily sticks her head out on the left side of the cell, letting out a bark, while the person carrying her, Xiaoyu, slowly sticks her head out as well. And yeah......she does NOT look happy in the slightest.

Hwoarang: (Stares at Xiao's Glare Towards him and Jin)............('Clicks Teeth') You know, I don't really mind staying in here for a bit longer actually-(Starts Walking Back ti his Seat)

Jin: (Immediately Grabs Hwoarang by the Back of Gi Collar Before Dragging him Out of the Cell) Come on, before she comes over and kill you in there.

Hwoarang: GAH- Hey!

Moments Later Outside of the Station.......

Xiaoyu: (Walking Out of the Police While Scolding her Two Boys with Her) ('Groans') I can't believe you two! We JUST ended a whole wide war against G Corp and yet here you guys are getting yourselves arrested over a dumb motorcycle race!

Jin: In my defense....(Points at Hwoarang Next to Him) He's the one who challenged me to race him in the first place.

Hwoarang: (Comically Glares at Jin) Oh, so we're snitching now then!? (Angrily Points at Jin) You accepted the damn challenge!

Jin: True. But I wasn't the one trying to kick me in the middle of the road.

Hwoarang: Well, maybe if you weren't hogging my space, I wouldn't hafta kick that much- (Felt Someone Slapping him on the Arm) ('Smack') Ow! (Turns to Xiaoyu) Why did you hit me?

Xiaoyu: (Pouts at Hwoarang) Because, Hwo, you can't go around kicking people you like in public. Especially if one of them happens to be our very own boyfriend!~

Jin: And here I thought you loved me.

Hwoarang: (Turns Back to Jin) Oh shut your trap already, Kazama! You know damn well I still love your ass to pieces! (Turns Away While Pouting and Blushing a Little) You just get on my nerves sometimes.....(Points at Xiaoyu) Same goes for you too, shortie!

Xiaoyu: (Smirks a Bit) Quit getting yourself and Jin into so much trouble and maybe I'll consider getting off of your case for the rest of the year.

Jin: Don't bother, Xiao. (Smirks as Well) Knowing him, it'll only last a few weeks until he ends up back in the slammer.

Xiaoyu: Nah. I'd give him four days tops at most.

Hwoarang: (Comically Glares at His Boyfriend) Hey, have some faith in me at least, you assholes!!

Xiaoyu: Bit what kinda partners we'd be if we didn't give you little hard time?~

Hwoarang: Normal ones maybe!!

Leroy: (Chuckles Lightly While Walking Sugar on a Leash) Those two never gave you an ounce of break, huh boy?

Hwoarang: (Groans While Facepalming Himself) Ohhhh you don't even know the half of it.....But hey, gramps?

Leroy: (Turns to Hwoarang) Hm?

Hwoarang: How's Master been doing in hospital? If you don't me asking.

Leroy: Baek's doing just as fine as he always been. 'Kept asking about you a lot these days, said you need to visit him more. I didn't tell 'em about you getting locked up today, so you don't have to worry on that front.

Hwoarang: ('Sighs in Relief') Thanks, gramps.... The last thing I wanna do is make him have another heart attack.

Xiaoyu: (Starts Gushing Up Over her and Jin's Boyfriend) Awwww~ You're still worried about your dad, Hwo?~

Jin: Guess the Street Punk really does have a heart after all.

Hwoarang: ('Scoffs') Oh piss off. I've always had a heart.

Jin: Then why don't you show it off that often?

Hwoarang: Cuz unlike you nerds, I have an actual reputation to maintain.

Leroy: (Raises an Eyebrow) Of being a hoodlum?

Hwoarang: (Forms a Cocky Smirk) The Strongest Hoodlum that ever lives.

Jin: (Gives Hwoarang a Deadpinned Look Along with Everyone Else) Right....

Xiaoyu: You're impossible sometimes.

Leroy: No wonder why your old man been stressing over you....

Sugar: ('Whimpers')

Hwoarang: (Comically Glares at Everyone) Again! Piss off, all of you!!

@cyber-wildcat

@ma-lemons

@caleb13frede

@albion-93

#tekken #jin kazama #hwoarang #ling xiaoyu #leroy smith #sugar #kazuya (mentioned)#tekken 8 #takes place after hwoarang's ending in 8 #and the good ending of story mode as well #humor #jin x hwoarang x xiaoyu #edited

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steeltraptrainer · 29 days

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"She is alone." Ferro's voice is a strangled groan. It was one thing to know it from a game, but like this... "She is alone."

"Getting her father won't be pretty, Ferro." Giacomo grimaces, tries to hide his face in the fabric around his neck. "If we can even do it. You know how that fight goes."

"I know. Arc above, I know. Xerneas have mercy on him." Ferro's fingers curl into tight enough fists that the gloves creak. "We have to try regardless. Summon him with the bell, get through the cleric beast? Then find him at the graveyard."

"It's a plan. You take the music box. And stay closer back."

"I can still become living bolt paper, Momo."

"Doesn't mean you are going to be at the frontline. Like hell am I going to get you close to that thing's claws."

"Hypocrite. Fine." Ferro scowls a bit. But they have a job to do. Shoes on cobblestone, slick with dirt and grime and blood. Not good. No even footing. They had spoken with the man in the window yesterday, had tried to give him a bit of hope for his health. They aren't sure if it worked. They don't know if they can help him more. "What do we do if we can't help?"

"Pray. Hope. Escort the girl. Girls." Giacomo swallows past the lump in his throat. They're almost at the right place. The bell on his belt feels heavy when they eventually ring it. Two, three, four, fog. A tall man, eyes bandaged. He is breathing heavily, mouth ever so slightly open.

"You have called?" His voice is nowhere as deep as it should be at his size.

"Yes, sir." Ferro's voice cracks a bit. Ugh. Puberty.

"Getting younger every year..." The man shakes his head. "Where to?"

"The bridge. One of the Clerics." Giacomo motions while talking, only remembering afterwards that the man likely cannot see it. "Can you help us?"

"Hrm... Yes. Lead the way." His steps are heavy yet surprisingly quiet. "... How old?"

"I'm 17. Ferro just turned sixteen last week." The man winces at those words.

"Fight carefully. Do not use too much blood."

"Wouldn't dream of it." Ferro grumbles. "What's your name, sir?" There is a suspicious pause, as if the man is consciously trying to remember it.

"Gascoigne. Father Gascoigne."

"Nice to meet you, sir." Ferro has manners, and he can use them, at least. "I... I think we met your daughter." A stumble in steps. "She worries about you."

"I... I cannot go home. Not when the Hunt is still on. Not when there are beasts around." There is longing in his voice. "She was inside?"

"Yes. We talked through the window."

"Good. Very good." The two scourge beasts on the bridge fall easily to the man's axe. And then... The cleric beast. It is humongous. And it makes Ferro raise his hackles, makes him spark. "Be careful. The clerics make the worst beasts."

"Don't have to tell us twice!" Giacomo's gloves creak as he holds the axe in a white-knuckle grip. Their first proper fight. Their scalps itch. Eyes. Obviously.

It is frantic. The bridge wasn't meant for a three man cell fighting a beast the size of a house. The noise, the squelching. It is disgusting. Ferro can see the blood fog up, practically red hot in the cold evening air. But they chip away. Bit by bit, with tenacity neither of them thought they had. Ferro's cane separates, the serrated whip segments shearing into flesh. Gascoigne grunts as his axe severs a finger, makes the beast step back with a deafening whine. Giacomo severs a tendon. It begins to topple. There are wounds all over, but not enough to make them collapse into the Dream. And eventually... eventually they finish. Gascoigne's blunderbuss rings out like the death knell it is. The corpse dissolves into fog and mist before it even hits the ground. The same fog that begins to billow around Gascoigne.

"Take care tonight. Stay alive." His voice is far raspier than before, a hidden growl in it. "Farewell."

"Thank you for helping." The teenagers simultaneously fall into a Hunter's Salute. As the fog takes Gascoigne away, they can feel the world waver.

A n d

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#rotomblr #pokemon irl #pokeblogging #dreams of hunting arc

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stiffyck · 1 year

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Stiff I am so sorry, I was meaning to write chapter 4 of AAP, but my brain decided to put off the world building by throwing out ten pages of late story, Mumbo POV that I'm eventually going to have to rewrite from Cub or Scar's pov. As an apology for no new chapter, I offer you a little of that mess to tide you over. Be aware, there are spoilers for end story, though they are mild. It takes place after Mumbo comes back from his break.

Scar had been giving him a wary look as he landed, wobbling slightly until he managed to pull his cane out of his inventory. Then he shifted slightly, scratching the back of his head and looking away towards the horizon. Next to him Cub was giving both of them a deeply unimpressed look, however the majority of it seemed to be directed at Scar. Cub whistled something quietly, which seemed to jolt Scar out of whatever fugue he'd been in.

"What no! No, of course I wasn't…I didn't…I was just…"

"I'm not the one you should be saying that to."

Scar sighed, running a hand down his face before tossing the ponytail back over his shoulder before squaring them and finally managing to make eye contact with Mumbo.

"Er, uhm, hi Mumbo. Long time, no see." He trailed off awkwardly with a wince, and the blue on his cheek and the tips of his ears darkened. He shuffled in place a bit. "How…uh how have you been?"

Mumbo honestly couldn't stand the mutual awkwardness anymore so he decided to put an end to it.

"Oh for goodness sake, stop waffling and get over here," he said, opening his arms a bit.

Scar was in his arms in a second and he gave the other man a careful squeeze, mindful of the new appendages. Though this close he could see they were actually attached to the remnants of flesh limbs, with redstone wires littering the skin around the base. He recognized the handiwork, and also realized that until now, unlike Cub, Mumbo had never seen Scar's wings, or seen him in his vex form at all. The reason why, was now staring him in the face.

Then he stiffened as his two brain cells managed to spark a memory and he realized what he was seeing. Scar's skin was stained distinctly blue, a fairly vivid color of it, not vex gray blue. In fact, the particular shade of blue, at least within the game, was extremely distinctive, belonging to a single thing, or rather a single creature.

When he stiffened, Scar pulled back. He seemed to be bracing himself for something, though Mumbo wasn't sure exactly what. Luckily the brain cells seemed to be cooperating and he came to a realization. How many times had Scar been forced to live through this realization since managing to get his wings back? How many times had he had to explain his existence because of other people's assumptions?

Mumbo dearly wanted answers, but he didn't need them immediately. Instead he gave Scar a smile, squeezing his shoulders before carefully stepping back, making sure Scar was steady before letting go.

"It's good to see you, Scar. Your base looks magnificent."

Scar was clearly caught off guard by his comment because his double take was almost comical.

"Huh?"

Cub whistled something, which was obviously an insult based on his smug smile and Scar's indignant look.

"I'm gonna get you back for that later, Cub," he said, giving the vex a jabbing point. Then he turned back towards Mumbo. "Thanks, Mumbo. Welcome back. I hope your break was enjoyable. " Behind him his wings twitched and shifted, clearly showing his nervous energy.

Please enjoy and hopefully I'll get the actual chapter out by Monday (though with the stream weekend I make no guarantees)

-The Weird Nonny

PS: This did help my brain sort some things about the world building out, because Mumbo is a Player, and thus I got to see things from a player perspective for the first time.

ANFNJFJDNSNWE OMGGGG I LOVE THIS SO MUCH JSNXJSJS

Also no rush with a new chapter, its your fanfic after all!!!

#stiff talk #asks #gtws #allay scar #mumbo #cub #au rambles

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olpie · 1 year

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Do you have any head canons about little things Beth and Daryl might have done off screen to help each other out at the prison? They’re both always so elbow deep in keeping Team Family running in that era, you know?

Ohhh this is fun to think about. To answer your question, no I didn't until you asked. 😂 I love read prison set fics but I haven't ever thought about it too much myself as a writer. I'm sure I can think of more but these are the ones that popped in my head first.

(PS sorry almost all of my head canons mainly revolve around Judith.)

- Beth sometimes can't get Judith to sleep to save her life. One night, Daryl comes inside after a long day of working and hears Judy fussing and Beth trying her hardest to keep her quiet and get her to sleep. He comes to her cell and takes Judith and starts talking to her. Judith quickly falls asleep to the sound of Uncle Daryl's voice. From then on if Beth can't get Judith to sleep, she finds Daryl and he knocks her out within minutes. One day, it's nap time and Judy is fighting sleep so she goes to Daryl. He is cleaning a kill and can't hold her. Beth suggests that he just talks to them and maybe it might help. Sure enough the baby goes to sleep listening to Uncle Daryl.

-Beth sees Daryl stressed one day. He looks like he has the weight of the world on his shoulders. Beth knows Judith makes him happy. Beth approaches him with Judith. "Looks like you could use a baby break." She hands him the child before he can refuse. Judy smiles and babbles at him pulling a rare smile to his lips. He looks down to Beth and says thanks. Baby breaks become a thing between them.

-Beth and Daryl both get the least sleep out of everyone in the prison and they both shower at the oddest times. Daryl comes in the cell block one night and hears Judith wide awake. He goes to Beth's cell to find her looking worse for wear. He teases her about looking like the dead. She jokes and says she probably smells like them too. She hasnt been able to find time to shower with Judith plus all the work she does around the prison. Daryl tells her to go shower and he takes Judith. It becomes an unspoken routine. He will wake up early take his shower, then after he finds Beth awake with Judith. He takes the baby for her and she goes to shower.

- Anytime Daryl need anything stitched up, his clothes, his flesh, he goes to Beth. She doesn't make a big fuss if he's hurt and she's the only one that can sew. He is constantly ripping his clothes. Whenever he teases her, Beth threatens that she's gonna sew sleeves on all his shirts.

#Bethyl #beth x daryl #twd daryl #twd beth greene #daryl dixon #head canon #judith grimes #prison era #the walking dead

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dfroza · 7 months

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“Whenever you cross my mind, I thank my God for you and for the gift of knowing you.”

Today’s reading of the Scriptures from the New Testament is the 1st chapter of the letter of Philippians:

Paul and Timothy, slaves of Jesus the Anointed One, greet you, our friends in Philippi—those set apart by Jesus the Anointed—and we greet the elders and deacons who serve with you. Grace and peace be with you from God our Father and the Lord Jesus the Anointed.

Whenever you cross my mind, I thank my God for you and for the gift of knowing you. My spirit is lightened with joy whenever I pray for you (and I do constantly) because you have partnered with me to spread the gospel since the first day I preached to you.

I am confident that the Creator, who has begun such a great work among you, will not stop in mid-design but will keep perfecting you until the day Jesus the Anointed, our Liberating King, returns to redeem the world. It is only right that I should feel such admiration for you all—you hold me close to your hearts. And, since we are partners in this great work of grace, you have never failed to stand with me as I have defended and stood firm for the gospel—even from this prison cell. Before God I want you to know how much I long to see you and love you with the affection of the Anointed One, Jesus.

Here’s what I pray for you:

Father, may their love grow more and more in wisdom and insight— so they will be able to examine and determine the best from everything else. And on the day of the Anointed One, the day of His judgment, let them stand pure and blameless, filled with the fruit of righteousness that ripens through Jesus the Anointed.

All this I pray, with a view to God’s ultimate praise and glory.

I have good news, brothers and sisters; and I want to share it. Believe it or not, my imprisonment has actually helped spread the good news to new places and populations. Word has spread through the ranks of the imperial guard and to everyone else around me that I am in prison because of my faith in the Anointed One. My imprisonment has instilled courage in most of our brothers and sisters, so they are trusting God more and have been even more daring as they speak the good news without fear.

I am well aware that some people out there are preaching the message of the Anointed One because of jealousies and rivalries. Their motives aren’t pure. They’re driven by selfish ambitions and personal agendas, hoping somehow to add to my pain here in prison. And I also know there are others who are preaching the Anointed from true goodness, motivated by love. They wish me the best because they know I’m here in prison in defense of the gospel.

So what do we do then? Listen. What matters is that in every way, regardless of the motives—whether pure or shady—the great story of the Anointed is a cause for joy. I will continue to rejoice because I know that through your encouragement and prayers and through the help of the Spirit of Jesus the Anointed, I will soon be released from this dark place. I don’t expect that dishonor and shame will plague me in any way, but I do hope that I will continue to be able to speak freely and courageously about Jesus, and that now and forever the Anointed One will be glorified and placed above all else through this body of mine—whether I live or die. For my life is about the Anointed and Him alone. And my death, when that comes, will mean great gain for me. So, if it’s His will that I go on serving here, my work will be fruitful for the message. I honestly wouldn’t know how or what to choose; I would be hard-pressed to decide. I lean toward leaving this world to be with the Anointed One because I can only think that would be much better. To stay in this body of flesh—even with all its pains and weaknesses—would best serve your needs. Now that I think of it, I am sure of this: I would prefer to remain to share in the progress and joy of your growing belief. When I return to you, we will celebrate Jesus the Anointed even more.

So here is what I want you to do: conduct yourselves as true and worthy citizens of the Anointed’s gospel, so that whether I make it or don’t make it to see you, I will at least hear that you continue to stand, united in one spirit, single-minded in purpose as you struggle together for the faith in the gospel. Don’t be paralyzed in any way by what your opponents are doing. Your steadfast faith in the face of opposition is a sign that they are doomed and that you have been graced with God’s salvation. And now, you have been given the privilege of not only believing in Jesus the Anointed, our Liberating King, but being chosen to suffer for Him as well. You have seen me suffer for Him. Since I’ve been away, you’ve heard of the other agonizing conflicts I’ve had to face. Now you know firsthand the pains of this battle.

The Letter of Philippians, Chapter 1 (The Voice)

A note from The Voice translation:

Even in difficult times, Paul remains faithful because he realizes that the kingdom and the message of the Anointed One are more important than any one messenger. Paul uses his own willingness to sacrifice himself as a model for believers to follow. He directs them to be good and faithful citizens of the heavenly kingdom, no matter what opposition they receive.

Today’s paired chapter of the Testaments is the 43rd chapter of the book of Jeremiah:

When Jeremiah finished giving the people this answer from the Eternal their God—and he did tell them everything that is recorded here, just as he promised— Azariah (son of Hoshaiah) and Johanan (son of Kareah) and all the other overconfident men in that group spoke.

Leaders (to Jeremiah): These words are lies! The Eternal our God didn’t tell you to say, “Do not go to Egypt and settle there.” These are not His words at all. They are the words of Baruch (son of Neriah), your secretary. He is trying to turn you against us so we will be handed over to the Chaldeans, when they come back. If we listen to his counsel, we will be killed or taken into exile in Babylon.

So Johanan (son of Kareah), all the other army leaders, and all the people refused to obey the Eternal’s command to remain in Judah. So Johanan (son of Kareah) and the other army officers gathered up all the Judeans who had survived and returned to Judah from the countries they fled to. This vast company of refugees included the men, women, children, and daughters of the royal family and everyone else who Nebuzaradan, captain of the imperial guard, had left in the care of Gedaliah (son of Ahikam and grandson of Shaphan). Jeremiah the prophet and Baruch (son of Neriah) were also forced to join the company leaving Judah for Egypt. And so it was that this vast company of Judeans entered the land of Egypt in disobedience to the voice of the Eternal. They traveled as far as the northern city of Tahpanhes.

While they were in Tahpanhes, the message of the Eternal came to Jeremiah.

Eternal One: While everyone from Judah is watching, pick up some large rocks and then bury them in the clay of the brick pavement at the entrance of Pharaoh’s palace in Tahpanhes. Once you’ve done this, give the people this message from the Eternal, Commander of heavenly armies and God of Israel: “I am sending My servant Nebuchadnezzar, king of Babylon, to Egypt. I will set his throne over the exact spot where I’ve hidden these stones, and he will spread his royal canopy over this exact spot. He is coming to attack Egypt, and he will bring death to those destined to die, captivity to those destined to be captive, and war to those destined to die in battle. I will start a fire, and then he will burn the temples of Egypt’s so-called gods. He will take these idols back to Babylon. He will pick through the land of Egypt as easily as a shepherd picks clean his robe. And once he’s finished, he will return home unharmed. He will tear down the obelisks of Egypt in the temple of the sun. Yes, he will burn down the temples of Egypt’s gods.

The Book of Jeremiah, Chapter 43 (The Voice)

A note from The Voice translation:

Egypt is not where Jeremiah or Baruch want to be, especially since God clearly tells these Judeans—survivors of the Babylonian attack on their land—not to go there. After all these years, Jeremiah again delivers a difficult message to an unreceptive people, this time in Egypt. And once again, he is instructed to act this message so that all can see and clearly understand. Many years have passed since Jeremiah told God he was too young to be His prophet; but here he is, an old man, still performing strange and difficult feats to make His point.

A link to my personal reading of the Scriptures for friday, October 13 of 2023 with a paired chapter from each Testament of the Bible along with Today’s Proverbs and Psalms

A post by John Parsons about the the significance of the Aleph-Bet:

“A person has two eyes—one to see the greatness of G-d and the other to see his own smallness.” - Menachem Mendel of Kotzk

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The Torah begins with the letter Bet (בּ) rather than the letter Aleph (א) to denote God's humility. The letter Aleph is the first letter, the king of the alphabet, and the letter that begins "I AM" (i.e., אנכי) - the first word of the Ten Commandments. The letter Bet, on the other hand, is the second letter that means "house" or "home" (בּית). This suggests that the Torah begins with the focus not on the "I" but on creation, the household of God. And though God did not wish to be the center of attention, so to speak, Aleph and Bet together spell the word "father" (אב), that is, the One who oversees the household of the world in love. As it is written, "Every good gift and every perfect gift is from above, coming down from the Father of lights (אֲבִי הַמְּארוֹת) with whom there is no variation or shadow due to change" (James 1:17).

Aleph is a silent letter, representing God in His ineffable glory and life (אֶהְיֶה) that forever precedes all things (Isa. 44:6, cp. Rev. 22:13). Yeshua described Himself as the "Aleph and the Tav, the First and the Last" (הָאָלֶף וְהַתָּו הָראשׁ וְהַסּוֹף), the One who encompasses all Reality and gives out its strength (Aleph) before the house (Bet) of creation in sacrificial love.

It may be wondered why we would say that God is humble... Well, it is certainly true that the LORD is self-effacing, self-forgetting, utterly unselfish, absolutely noble of heart, and so on. Moreover we are commanded to emulate God, who is merciful, gracious, slow to anger, abounding in steadfast love, etc. (Exod. 34:6-7). Most of all we are to follow the example of Yeshua, YHVH in the flesh, who willingly emptied Himself and took the role of a humble servant (Phil. 2:6-7). Yeshua himself said, “Take my yoke upon you, and learn from me, for I am gentle and lowly in heart, and you will find rest for your souls” (Matt. 11:29).

[ Hebrew for Christians ]

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Psalm 100:5 reading:

https://hebrew4christians.com/Blessings/Blessing_Cards/psalm100-5-jjp.mp3

Hebrew page:

https://hebrew4christians.com/Blessings/Blessing_Cards/psalm100-5-lesson.pdf

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And another:

The 18th century Torah sage Vilna Gaon taught that the Hebrew word “bereshit” (בְּרֵאשִׁית), which is the very first word of the Bible, may be thought of as an acronym for meaningful spiritual life.

The first letter, Bet (בּ), stands for "bittachon" (בִּטָּחוֹן), a word that means complete trust in God’s love for your life. The next letter, Resh (ר), stands for "ratzon" (רָצוֹן), or the desire to live according to God’s will. The central letter Aleph (א) stands for "ahavah" (אַהֲבָה), which is the love for God and for our fellow man (Deut. 6:5; Lev. 19:18). The letter Shin (שׁ) is for "shetikah" (שְׁתִיקָה), or “keeping silent,” which is the cardinal virtue of godly self-control and wisdom (James 1:26; 3:1-18; Psalm 34:13; Prov. 13:3, etc.). The letter Yod (י) is for "yirah" (יִרְאָה), or reverence for God’s authority and dignity; and finally, the letter Tav (ת) is for "Torah" (תּוֹרָה), the study of which brings transformation and sanctity to your life (Psalm 19:7; 119:105; Prov. 6:23; Matt. 5:17-19; 2 Tim. 2:15-16).

Torah begins with the word 'bereshit' (בְּרֵאשִׁית), which may also be understood to say 'God created the world for the sake of the beginning.' All the Creator asks is that you make a beginning, that you turn in the right direction." Repent and believe -- what? Believe that you are loved, you need God's compassion and healing in your life... Indeed, we never really get past the first steps made in earnestness toward God. In that sense we are "always beginning," since we never get beyond the need of the heart to turn to God. We are all incomplete, awaiting the end for which we were created, and therefore we are always calling on the LORD, always abiding in Him, always seeking His face... We begin, we end, and in everything Yeshua is the Center of our hearts...

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Psalm 33:6 reading:

https://hebrew4christians.com/Blessings/Blessing_Cards/psalm33-6-jjp.mp3

Hebrew page:

https://hebrew4christians.com/Blessings/Blessing_Cards/psalm33-6-lesson.pdf

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from yesterday’s email by Israel 365:

According to the medieval commentator known as Rashi, the light of God is a reference to the Messiah. This divine light, coupled with His unwavering truth, will to lead us back to His presence and the sanctity of the Temple. Upon reaching this sacred ground, the author pledges to vocally celebrate God’s glory, complemented by harmonious harp melodies.

Today’s message (Days of Praise) from the Institute for Creation Research

October 13, 2023

Day of Fire

“For a fire is kindled in mine anger, and shall burn unto the lowest hell, and shall consume the earth with her increase, and set on fire the foundations of the mountains.” (Deuteronomy 32:22)

The Bible clearly teaches that the Lord will judge Earth with fire. The Lord promises to make a new earth where those who humbled themselves to receive His righteousness can live without fear of evil. To do that, He will first rid this fading world of those who are bent on wrongdoing. “The earth also and the works that are therein shall be burned up” (2 Peter 3:10). This is not mere metaphor. The very foundations of the mountains will burn.

Mountains are rooted in continental crust, which reaches far below the earth’s surface toward the deep mantle. Such depths are already broiling, as lava reveals, but its temperature will intensify, according to Scripture.

Isaiah did not mince words, warning repeatedly of fire to come. “And the light of Israel shall be for a fire, and his Holy One for a flame: and it shall burn and devour his thorns and his briers in one day” (Isaiah 10:17). “Thou shalt be visited of the LORD of hosts with thunder, and with earthquake, and great noise, with storm and tempest, and the flame of devouring fire” (Isaiah 29:6).

Those who reject these warnings will be caught willfully unaware when the day arrives “when God shall judge the secrets of men by Jesus Christ according to my gospel” (Romans 2:16). Whoever will accept this message can prepare for this day of fire. For those who seek salvation, “ye are not come unto the mount that might be touched, and that burned with fire” but “to Jesus the mediator of the new covenant” (Hebrews 12:18, 24). BDT

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Binding Vow - Getou Suguru

*PLEASE READ: No minors allowed. 18+ Only. All characters are aged-up in my work.*

TW: Fluff, Jealousy, Cannibalism? (talk of being eaten), Kissing

Word Count: 3.0 K

AN: There isn't any smut in this but I'm debating about writing a part two which will contain smut and darker themes. Message me and me what you guys think and if you're interested in part two! (This is my first time not writing smut so I hope it came out well! ) Also, This is based slightly on the plot of JJK Movie/Volume Zero so SPOILERS.

Reader x Getou Suguru

It felt heavy. Existing. Since your first wretched breath, you hated the thought of life. Breathing, moving, existing. The rattling of bones, the fragility of skin, the garnishing of teeth were all so overbearing. You were sly and weary of the strange beings that would pass you by. You learned to transform into something that looked of them. Mock their language and follow their mannerisms. Whatever the moving piles of flesh did you adjusted accordingly until you decided it was time for you to give them the gift of death.

You’d give sweet release to anyone who crossed your path at the end of your invisible exchange. Sending them back from the place you came from seemed to be your only purpose, especially since you couldn’t go back yourself. You tried and understood they were much more fragile than you. Yet you were a giving and gracious entity, couldn’t they see that? It wasn’t until a righteous pure human crossed your path did you realize your mortality. He called himself a shaman but you saw him as the devil reincarnated.

No one of that strength or of that purity could bound you before, yet there he stood, over your prison. A cave now bound with metal that the Shaman laid right before your eyes, using an earthing technique. He repeated a chant while you lay in pain, laying multiple ofudas across your cell. You felt your energy weakening and hoped that would be your end, almost wanting to thank them. Yet, you shook with anger when you heard their voice as he walked away, muttering about how he can’t do away with a wicked beast like you just yet. Death was too generous after the number of lives you took.

So you waited for your end or escape. And waited.

And waited.

Years passed, yet the ofudas stood strong. Their markings never fade from the years of weathering. Touching them only sent an electrocuting pain down your entire frame, leaving your hand smoking and fingertips burnt. You used to try and call for help but realized you were invisible and unheard. Other small creatures would pass by, muttering the same phrase over and over again as if they knew no better. Such wretched things. You could probably put them out of their misery if you weren’t so weak.

The more time passed, the more overgrown the forest became, hiding you from the world. There was no reason to try anymore. You slept and slept and slept, realizing it was the closest thing to an end you’d ever receive.

You curled further into your spot until rustling was heard outside your cell. Your original form's ears caught the vibration, letting them flip to hear the movement. Heavy steps. An older, heavier human perhaps. They’re too strong to be that of a child. The rustling continued until they stopped outside the branches and vines that covered your cell. A chant and the forestry was immediately blown away. You shook as you forced your frame to sit up, peering at the entrance of the cave to see… a man?

He stood tall, taller than the men you’ve seen before. He had long beautiful hair and a handsome face. A strong build and dark robes covered his frame. He had a glint in his eye, the same you used to have when you copied the common folk who passed by your land.

“You poor thing,” He spoke, causing you to twist your head in interest. He… he could see you? “A Kitsune Curse locked on the abandoned countryside. You’ve been stuck here for hundreds of years.” You felt uneasy. This… This man was different from the mortals that would pass by. Different from that devil of a shaman. With saccharine words and a soft smile, you knew these were good behaviors yet your body reacted differently. Pressing yourself further into your corner, you almost preferred to be invisible again.

You watched in silence as he ripped at the seals covering the cell bars. He gripped at the bars, pulling them apart with brute strength causing you to tremble in fear. Did he come to end you? Let you finally rot away from this heaviness of a form?

“What is it you desire?” He smiles down at your worn-out form.

With a heavy tongue and unused mouth, you gently move your face muscles to say the one thing you’ve been desiring your entire existence.

“Death”

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A few years have passed since Getou saved you from your countryside prison. You made a vow. After you help him reach his new world order, he’d grant you a noble death. He’d eat and consume you whole. Your sweet flesh would be pulled apart, bones dematerialized, and this faint heart of yours would cease to beat all for him. You’d be destroyed in a vat of his stomach acid and sent back from where you came. The thought warmed you, made your skin buzz with excitement at his promise to you. You looked down at your pinky, remembering his wrapping around yours into a promise.

You resided in his temple and learned so many things under Getou. The humans who came to see him saw him as a God. A witch doctor. A man of righteousness and purity. Some would join in devotion to him and others would donate millions of dollars for his exorcisms. You would squirm and bite your lip in desire, watching him pull other curses so easily off the humans they latched too before he swallowed them whole. Would he do the same to you? Would he take you in bites? Your blood pumps at the thought, losing yourself in your maladaptive daydreaming.

“Daydreaming again are we?” His timber voice sounded from behind you, causing you to jump. His hand reached out to steady you, causing you to lean into him. A balance of trust between the two of you grew over the years.

“Just excited, you seem so close to your goal,” You admit, knowing he had the followers, the budget, and you, a special grade curse. This line didn’t seem to excite him though. He hummed before sliding his hand out to your hip and pulling you closer into him.

“And you to yours,” He spoke and you watched his mouth, white canines peaking out making your skin flush. The pink-haired woman who seemed to handle his PR came up to the two of you, asking for him alone. He smiled at you one last time, muttering a quick, ‘i’ll be back soon, stay here,’ before letting you go. You immediately missed the warmth of his hand but slid around the temple making your way out to the garden.

Getou was hard to read. Things have been slow lately. He’s been mulling over facts and checking over everything more lately and yet the vow you two shared seemed to be put on the back burner. Your jealousy started to get the best of you as your claws ached at the thought. Your mouth frothed over as your fangs elongated. Part of you mulled over the fact that what if you were just being tricked by yet another Shaman? Through his dark eyes and calm demeanor, you didn’t know what the sorcerer of the estate was thinking.

You took deep breaths as you heard steps nearby. Slowly compose yourself, and morph into a more humanesque form before turning to see Getou standing behind you.

“You don’t listen very well do you?” He says with a smile, though you knew he didn’t approve of your inability to follow along lately.

“Needed some air,” You lied as he reached for you once more.

“Would you like to know the next step of our plans?” He asked as he held your hand and led you to sit with him. You looked out over the garden, not bothering to look at him until he rubbed his thumb over your knuckles.

“Do they concern me?” Sitting and waiting to be useful seemed to be your biggest issue. Patience is a virtue though, and good things come to those who wait.

“Mmm,” he ignored your question. “There’s someone who can help push our plan into motion. A young boy, he has a great amount of power that we can utilize. He uses a special grade curse but if we can harness her,” you tensed and moved to pull your hand away, “Then we will be unstoppable in creating a new world.”

Were you not enough? What made her so special? You didn’t know until you saw the duo in action at an elementary school by Getou’s side. Yuuta and Rikka loved each other. She was willing to cut through curses for him and protect him with her life. You gulped as you saw her demonic entity destroy the building and she did it all with a pretty ring adorned on her claw.

She looked… happy? Happy to be by Okkotsu’s side. Happy to tear anything apart for him. She loved him? Curses can love? You gritted your teeth as Getou happily pocketed Yuuta’s student ID and instructed you both to head back to the estate. Your stomach dropped and a pain beginning in your heart fell with it. It pooled in your stomach, causing you to shake and your skin to heat up. The human skin you wore was almost cracking at the seams in a fit of rage and jealousy. As Getou took more steps you felt your curse energy start to pool over, causing him to turn around in a hurry. If too much gets out, it would blow your cover.

The moment his fingers touch your shoulder, you snap out of it, looking at him with calm eyes while you visibly watch him panic. His eyes darted across your completely human features again, his hand reached down to yours, seeing regular pristine nails on display.

“We’re heading back right?” You question, slyly tilting your head as you meet his gaze. He nods and you calmly start to walk back. You mentally affirm yourself to not question anything now, not when the enemy was so close and could detect you.

Back at the estate, the family was as lively as ever as Getou went over his plans. Nanako and Mimiko bickered amongst themselves, cheering with glee about finally putting an end to the ones that did them wrong. Other dedicated sorcerers knew that his plan was almost foolproof. Rikka was their saving grace. Once she was a part of the family, things would finally be picking up. Everyone cheered for her and how chaotic she would be over the death of Yuuta. A vengeful curse manipulated by none other than Getou would bring good fortune to the clan.

You stood behind Getou with crossed arms, and your head tucked in, looking at the ground. As he spelled out the plan, it seemed to no longer include you. At the most, if Yuuta didn’t accept Getou’s proposal, he’d need you to morph into him and act as a double for The Curses of the Night Parade in Shinjuku. He didn’t even mention you truly fighting anyone and even then the plan was to not fight Gojo Satoru or any of the higher grade Shamans. So what was your purpose?

As the group cheered and threw back pails of ale like water, you turned to take your leave. You moved through the temple to reside in your room. The human form started to fall apart with each step. Clawed hands, pointed teeth, and a long tail formed. Your skin ran hot and your eyes flashed their original color. You walked with a hunch on all fours, as your gums throbbed with the desire to pull something apart. You wanted to rip at flesh, to dismantle anyone in your path, yet you had to play copycat? Was this some sick joke?

You could sense him before you could see him. One breath and you ease yourself back, allowing for a hybrid appearance to show your anger without the aggression in it. It was a warning, one he’d be smart to acknowledge. Getou didn’t even bother knocking. He walked into the room to see you pressed into a corner, glaring at him almost like when he first met you.

“Poor thing,” He stated before sitting in the middle of the room. You refused to come closer to him, opting to keep your distance from his suggestive aura. The need to submit in his presence was too natural when he was close by. Only with space did you find clarity to question him. “Did I upset you?” He spoke with a bland tone. He knew he did, but he knew if he didn’t ask you wouldn’t speak.

You could feel a sharp prick in your eyes. Why were you here? If not to be eaten and be served an honorable death, then what was your purpose. Were you not deemed strong enough to take out those shamans? Why weren’t you allowed to put an end to them? None of it was making sense. And why? Why if Getou knew that curses could react and emote like that were you treated no better than a dog on a leash?

“Why are you doing this?” You asked, tongue heavy and jaw aching.

“To make a new world order?”

“I mean with me… Why are you doing this to me?” You said. “I want,” You swallowed and clawed at the ground. “I want you to…” Flashes of Rikka and Yuuta cross your mind as you struggle to find the words. “Our Vow…”

“You want me to end you? Swallow you whole?” He questions, resting his head onto his palm while observing you. Such a strong curse, broken down into hiding in a corner and trembling to get basic words out.

“I want you to honor our vow. I want to be as happy as Rikka.” You almost whisper the last part as Getou works out your emotions. You’ve been a bit more reactive lately and he knew that, but he didn’t realize how much you were changing your perception of things around you. “You. All you do is talk about her. All you do is get excited to have her, to eat her. Everyone wants you to consume her. Why does she get to go first?”

The anger in your tone started to inflict your words. The hybrid form you took on struggled to maintain as your words slurred. “You made a vow!” Your fangs grew as your eyes zeroed in on the man in front of you.

You couldn’t help it. You quickly lunged for him, wanting to tear something apart, anything, even him. He quickly enclasped your arm, moving as fast as you. There was a rush of movement as he twisted to get you underneath him. You clasped your hands around his throat as he pinned you down. His long hair covered your view as you tried to pull his face down into yours. You snapped your jaw shot, trying to bite him. If he wouldn’t eat you then you’d let him reach the same fate many others have while clasped in your jaws. Getou pressed you harder into the floor, settling his weight over you and laughing as he brought himself closer to the jaws of death.

“This is why you’re acting out? What a spoiled curse I own!” He clutched at your neck as well, manipulating his cursed energy into his hold. The force caused you to wince in pain. You could easily overpower him. You both knew it but you allowed your body to fall lax as whined out.

“Be a good fox and put your claws away for me,” he said. You didn’t listen, instead opting to turn your head away from him. There was a pause in silence as he leaned down to you.

“I need you, I apologize,” He whispers softly against your large ear. The sensitive fur jumped at the touch while you gasped. “Stay with me, I can make you as happy as Rikka if you stay by my side.” He proposed. “If not, I promise to consume you once we have Rikka. I’ll let you die.”

“Getou,” You said before looking at him directly. Deception and betrayal became easy to read due to your innate abilities. You scanned his features looking for an ounce of suspicious behavior and found none. You weighed your choices before nodding. “O-okay,” You felt your insides warm-up at the thought of being his. “I’ll stay by your side,” You confessed.

He dipped his head lower, slotting his mouth over yours, causing you to squeak in surprise. Your ears dropped from their pointed position, and your eyes lowered while enjoying his lips pressing into yours. Your body heat felt like it was rising, you could imagine Getou laughing at the blush of your skin, but instead, he moved his lips, pressing more into you, before pulling away and repeating the motion. His tongue swiped against your lip, causing you to open up. You felt unsure in your movements, allowing Getou to move his tongue against yours as he pleased. You pressed your thighs together underneath him, trying to contain some weird addictive feeling that simmered in your core. You’ve never felt like this before.

His hands abandoned holding you down to move across your body. He’s touched you before, the small of your back, your shoulder, your hair, even yanked on your tail once, but it never felt as euphoric as this before. A series of small pecks are pressed across your face before he presses his lips to yours one last time. You feel speechless as you stare up at the man that many have called a God. He pressed his forehead against yours, closing his eyes in contentment that the new vow both of you will honor.

“Once this is finished, I’ll take you somewhere nice beyond the temple walls. I’ll show you whatever you want in our perfect world,” You couldn’t help the way your heart skipped at his words or the way you only wanted to press your lips against him more.

“Promise?” You question him, nuzzling your nose against him so he’d look down at you.

“I promise.”

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Confessions

Shawn x reader.

Word Count: ~1.5k

Warnings: Drinking/drunkenness, blink and you'll miss it angst.

// * // * //

You rested your head back against the front passenger seat of Shawn’s Tesla and closed your eyes. “I drank too much.” He had picked you up from a girls' night out with your friends. You had been ready to go home before the others and Shawn had told you to never hesitate to call him if ever you should need to.

“Just don’t puke in my car,” he snickered. “We’ll be home in ten.”

You rolled your head to the side and met his eyes as he glanced at you. “You really didn’ have to come,” you said softly.

“Of course I did. I wanted to make sure you got home safe.”

“But your friends...”

Shawn had had a few of his friends over at his place that evening. He had chosen to not drink much himself, anticipating a possible call from you.

“It’s just Brian left. He crashes there all the time.”

“When am I gonna meet ’em?”

“When I’m ready to share you with them,” he smirked.

“’m yours,” you whispered, small smile on your lips, and closed your eyes again.

The thought of you being his made his heart skip.

// * // * //

Once in the elevator, you placed your hand on Shawn’s shoulder for balance and slipped off your heels. You exhaled in relief. “That’s better.”

He took your shoes in his own hand and when the elevator door opened, he said, “Hold on to me, honey.”

You bubbled, “’m not so drunk I can’t walk!”

“I beg to differ. You almost bit it getting out of the car,” he teased.

“You have good reflexes,” you said, wrapping both of your arms around his bicep as you started down the hall.

Stopping in front of your door, Shawn asked, “Where are your keys, Sweetheart?”

“In here. Somewhere,” you mumbled, letting go of him to dig through your clutch.

“Give it here. I’ll find them.” Cell, cash, credit card, dark pink tinted cherry lip balm, a-ha, keys, and, “Condoms? I didn’t think you were that kind of girl.” He smirked, trying to conceal the disappointment in his voice.

“’m not but the twins are,” you giggled.

It shouldn’t have mattered if the condoms had belonged to you. Still, Shawn found himself profoundly relieved.

Unlocking the door and stepping inside, he set your heels on the shoe rack and hung your clutch from a wall hook.

He led you to the kitchen and made you sit on one of the stools at the island. “Let’s get some food in you. You’ll thank me in the morning.”

You watched intently as Shawn cut an avocado, removed the pit, and scooped out the flesh. He mashed it and added small pinches of garlic, sea salt, and pepper and then put two slices of whole grain bread in the toaster.

“I haven’ been drunk since college... "I do stupid things when I’m drunk.”

“We all do stupid things when we’re drunk,” he chuckled, taking a glass from the cupboard and filling it with water.

He was about to pass it to you when you said, abruptly, “I kissed some guy at the club.”

He lost his grip on the glass. It hit the ground with a crash and shattered.

“Shit.”

“Lemme help,” you said, starting to move from the stool.

“No, you need to stay right there while I clean up. I don’t want you to get hurt.” He laid a dishtowel over the mess before retrieving a new glass and trying again. This time he successfully placed it before you, followed by a slice of avocado toast. “Eat.”

You ate dutifully while Shawn sopped up the water and swept up the glass. He found a post-it and wrote:

No bare feet in the kitchen!

He stuck it right where you would see it in the morning. He wasn’t sure if he’d gotten all the slivers.

Shawn polished off the second piece of avocado toast himself while leaning elbows and forearms on the kitchen island across from you. “Finish your water too, angel.”

“Thank you for taking care of me,” you whispered.

He smiled tenderly. “You would do the same for me. Now, come on. Time for bed.”

He followed closely behind you as you made your way to the master bedroom. It would be the first time he had been in your room; he was undeniably curious. He slipped his slides off just outside the bedroom door and crossed the threshold.

It was a stunning space. King-sized, hard maple, canopy bed, likely custom made, with matching bedroom furniture. The bed rested on a large rug which felt ridiculously plush beneath his bare feet. Above the low-rise dresser hung a 50” flat screen television.

Shawn was pulled from his perusal when he heard you apologize. “I’m sorry.”

“Why?”

“I feel guilty.”

“For what?”

“For kissing someone else.”

“You can kiss whoever you want, babe.”

“’cept you,” you sighed. “He wasn’ even a good kisser. Too sloppy. Too eager.”

“Of course he was eager. You are gorgeous. And darling, in this dress...”

“Which I can’t wait to get outta.” You reached behind you and started to unzip it.

“Whoa,” Shawn said, spinning away, flushing.

You giggled and hiccupped. “I’m not gonna get naked in fron’a you! I just need outta this damn dress! Help me!”

He stepped up behind you and moved your hair to the side.

While he slid the zipper all the way down to where it stopped at the dimples above the swell of your bottom, you confessed, "He coulda been your twin. Or maybe I jus’ saw your face in his ’cause you’re always in my head.”

Before Shawn could even digest that, your dress fell from your body to the floor. He groaned softly. You were wearing a blush colored, lace, strapless bra and matching thong panties. He looked up at the ceiling and breathed deeply. This would be an inappropriate time to get aroused, but damn if you didn’t have the most amazing body he had ever seen.

Suddenly unsteady, you swayed on your feet. You reached out to grab the bedpost, almost missing it, but Shawn was there to catch you, again.

He chuckled. “I need you to sit down so I can find you something to wear to bed without worrying about you faceplanting.”

“I should take a shower.”

“In the morning, love. I’m afraid you’ll stumble in the tub and hurt yourself.”

“I gotta’least wash my face an’ brush my teeth.”

Shawn stood beside you, holding your hair back, while you scrubbed your face pink and brushed your teeth. He then had you sit on the chair at your small vanity while he went to choose something from your dresser drawers.

He returned with a pair of white boy short underwear with rainbow hearts all over them and a white racerback tank top.

“I like these,” you said about the boy shorts. “But I don’ want this.” You handed the top back to him.

“What do you want instead?”

“Can I wear your shirt? It’ll smell like you an’ I’d really love that.” He was wearing a simple white button-down.

“You’re lucky I’m wearing a tank top underneath, and that I have a hard time saying no to you,” he chuckled, undoing the only three buttons that were fastened, slipping it from his shoulders, and handing it to you. He then waited on the other side of the door to give you privacy to change.

You exited the bathroom, thankfully seeming to be a little more stable on your feet. He bit softly on his bottom lip; he liked how you looked in his shirt.

“Come on, babe. Into bed.”

You crawled to the very middle of the mattress. He retrieved the brush from your dresser and positioned himself behind you. He gently brushed your hair out before loosely braiding it. That way, should you wake up sick, at least your hair would be out of the way.

When he had finished, you glanced back at him over your shoulder. “Do you really think I’m pretty?”

“You are the most beautiful woman I have ever known,” he said softly, tucking a loose strand of hair behind your ear.

“Then why don’t you want me?” you whispered.

He kissed your shoulder and breathed in the scent of your soft, warm skin mingling with the smell of himself from his shirt. His heart began thumping in his ears. You probably wouldn’t remember any of this in the morning, which made him braver than he would be otherwise.

“I want you, more than you can imagine, and that scares me,” he murmured. “You were…unexpected. You walked into my life and turned my world upside down so quickly; it’s making me question everything. I feel unbalanced around you.”

“’m sorry, I didn’mean to.”

“I wouldn’t wish it any different,” he smiled tenderly.

Shawn helped you settle under the covers and retrieved a glass of water and two ibuprofens to set on the nightstand beside the bed. He also moved a small wastebasket to within arms’ reach.

He crouched down to level himself with you and gently asked, “Do you really want to kiss me?”

You exhaled, your words almost imperceptible, “Every damn day.”

He took a deep breath. “If you remember any part of our conversation tomorrow, I’ll let you,” he promised. “Damn the consequences.”

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ddarker-dreams · 3 years

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FINALLY SOMEONE SAID THE TRUTH.

I admit that i enjoyed act 3 but it feels like really rushed i have so much complain with that.

The build up until act 2 was so good it give us so much premise but the final blow si meh. Sorry that i want to share thing long rant with you

1. Why the final talk is with yae, no offense to her but we need ei to explain not to mention she witness khaenriah downfall so she can give us more information, i feel like they do it for the plot armor so they can just keep dragging this

2. So many things that quite inconsistant, the shogun is show no mercy to anyone that even did a little thing outside what she think its right, how come she can still have a talk with signora, when sara is falling like that, and also there is no clarification about sara right now.

The traveler was so done at first they refuse to help thoma and ayaka at the beginning. But they seem so happy and forget everything how come they are not RAGE ( okay maybe this is to bias and personal) when this nation provide nothing about our siblings information and also why they are not mention anything about their problem in ei stroy quest. Its nonsense! She is right in front of youu, ask about your siblings, ask about khaenriah, ask about ukmown god!!. How come they can just forget like that. Also mihoyo really waste the potential about twin things i thing ei will give us so much help bcs of the sympathy that we both rn lost our twin but noooo.

3. Kokomi seem lost some brain cell, she make a very succesfull grand intro but she become meh in act 3, how come a great strategist like her let the sus sponsorship slip just bcs they are desperate, not to mention her screen time is really small and her role seem so unsignificant and it feels lile she is a plain npc.

4. The awesome world quest that we have done doesnt get any mention at all! Inazuma owe us so much with cleansing sakura, thunder sakura, tatarigami, obarashi quest. It has so much potential that yae or ei or anyone else aknowledge what traveler has been done but nooo.

cracks knuckles... i suppose it's time for my promised dissertation. interestingly enough, you touched on a lot of the main issues i had with chapter III.

i think that if i had to pin the main issue, it's a lack of overall cohesiveness? we were jumping all over the place without the chance to ever flesh things out. inazuma is a smaller cast, but i feel like we didn't get to see any of them shine. since i'm most interested in the genshin characters, i'll break down my problems by going over everyone and their (lack) of impact on the story.

was ayaka not questioned or placed under suspicion for being close to thoma before his escape? i wanted to see her broken up over her duties as they relate to the yashiro commission, paired with having someone she genuinely cares about in danger. it would've been an interesting struggle if she was forced to choose one or the other. instead she just kinda took a back seat.

speaking of thoma, i don't even have anything to say, because he just... was there? for .0001 seconds. said "lol this sucks ig" and that's about it. i know we're going to get a story for him in the future since he's a 5* but i'm not getting my hopes up 😭 then in the raiden shogun's character story, man is peachy keen! be upset with the raiden shogun! have some inner conflict! even if it's just using loaded language because he's under surveillance for going against the raiden shogun, that'd be so cool. saying something like,

"Traveler, what's with that expression? Oh please, there's nothing to worry about. We're under the Statue of the Omnipresent God's protection. Nothing bad has ever happened here." *wink*

i also don't know what to say about gorou. he was... there....... i think. what is he fighting for? what are the stakes for him? what makes him place so much trust into kokomi? i'm out of things to say about him because i don't remember anything he did or said.

kokomi... oh kokomi... i was so hyped. so excited. i thought that maybe we could see a foil to the raiden shogun. that she'd have a moment where she's forced to realize, just like her opponent, sacrifices must be made that will hurt people who will never understand why she made them. or maybe something to show her military prowess. but instead she just accepts a mysterious patron's help (?), sees her people aging like the grateful dead from JJBA, and goes oh well. that sucks. what can ya do. oh bye traveler i guess, good luck with that. ????????????? HUH... similar case to thoma where she's gonna get a character story but like. she won't be the leader of the resistance anymore. that was her whole shtick. they took her shtick away. also she forced me to interact with more NPCs whose names i've already forgotten so i'm tilted about that still.

KUJOU SARA... AN INJUSTICE. A DISGRACE. a slap to my woman loving face. the build up was there. yae miko's comments about sara probably knowing the tenryou commission is involved in shady dealings, but is choosing not to think about it. sara being forced to confront reality and challenge her adopted father with the truth. being able to blaze a new path for herself in the process. when she started running to the raiden shogun i was ultra hyped up. sara, a devotee to the shogun for so long, was about to see her god interacting with the same people who led inazuma to this awful state. how would she react? would she stay ignorant, like yae miko so coyly said, choosing to look away in favor of following her god's footsteps? or would she be forced to recognize the raiden shogun isn't as divine as she once thought, and challenge her belief system?

we open the door to see the raiden shogun. the loading screen ensues. the camera pans to the ominous room, clouded in darkness, hinting at the ominous confrontation that is to come. the music takes a serious timbre. and then...

well fuck that potential character arc i guess. (we still don't know what sara made of any of this since she poofed out of existence from the story at this point)

kazuha also was handed a similar treatment. we've been with him for a while longer now. he is our introduction into inazuma, the one who first gets us emotionally involved by regaling us with the bittersweet tale of friendship that led him to becoming a wanted criminal. a kind soul who loves nature yet was dealt a cruel hand by fate, forced to watch his home nation turn into a hostile place, where his dear friend ultimately perished as a result. we get the scene with his friend's vision lighting back up. he parries a block from the raiden shogun, in the same area where his friend was killed by her. the parallels. the drama. except this time, he wasn't too late. he protected the traveler where he "failed" to protect his friend in the past. did he feel redemption at this? or was it a bittersweet reminder of what could've been?

WELL i guess we'll never know because we didn't get to talk to him again 😭 idk who got a bait and switch worse, him or sara. jesus christ mihoyo.

then we have signora. why is the raiden shogun talking to her? does she know about the gnosis being taken, and if she doesn't, what was her plan to get it from the archon? what does she think about scaramouche? and oh, okay, we're fighting here now. good fight + god tier music. pog pog. okay, now we've beaten her up, and raiden shogun wyd— wait no not signora her lore is still on CUPS not YET raiden shogun and— ah she's dead. okay. non nerds who didn't read artifact lore are going to know nothing about her. signora has such an interesting story, and yet... well. ok.

then we get raiden shogun redemption (?) arc. i was hype for this as well, though at that point, idk why i bothered being hype. i knew they were gonna do a cute power of friendship something or another, and i'm good with that, so long as it's executed well. what i was envisioning was like seven different buffs to correspond with the seven different visions, the dreams of those whose ambitions were stolen serving as the spear to penetrate the raiden shogun's heart of stone. maybe a hydro vision giving us extra healing for a time, with the voice acting over it being like,

"Even if the rest of the world forgets us, let our will carry you through this one final time. Succeed where we couldn't, Traveler."

so on and so forth.

but instead we got— you get the idea at this point. why bother spelling it out anymore.

at that point i was surprised the raiden shogun didn't go "oopsie woopsie!! we made a fucky wucky!!!" because that was the vibe i was getting. i love ei, don't get me wrong, but i wanted to see her challenged with what she had done to inazuma in the past year. maybe meeting NPC #2345259 who lost her sister to the vision decree or something, reminding ei of the love she held for her sister... being forced to come to terms with the extent of what she's done in pursuit of eternity.

anyway. please for the love of god mihoyo hire better writers for the main story. that is all i ask. thank you.

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dragon-kazansky · 3 years

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Say please | Helmut Zemo

Requested by anon

Warnings: SMUT! Female Reader!

It's been a while since I last wrote smut, so I hope I do Zemo justice 💕

Thank you @cherry-season for the Russian pet names.

Seven years is a long time to live without the person you adore most in the world. Not once had you stopped thinking about him though. Baron Helmut Zemo had been on your mind every hour of every day since he was taken from you.

Now, you were lonely, but you could only imagine what he had been through. While you still roamed around on the outside, he was confined to a cell with nothing but his books and his memories for company.

Tonight, while he was here with you, you would give him a far more memorable night than any other. It had been too long and you needed him.

You were tucked up in bed, naked as the day you were born. You didn't plan on messing about, this wasn't going to be a might of just passionate fucking. You were going to make love to him like the world was ending.

Zemo enters the room wearing only his robe. The door closes with a click and he stands with his back to it. His eyes automatically land on you as he stands there.

He was thinking exactly the same thing as you, it would seem. However, you were not about to let him have control.

You hold one hand up, beckoning him over with your finger. His lips curl into a mischievous smirk as he takes purposely slow steps toward the bed. He walks around until he reaches his side, standing there in the low lamp light. His hair is slightly damp and his cologne overwhelms your senses, even from where he stands.

"Great minds think alike."

You grin and sit up slightly, the bedding almost dropping all the way down, but it doesn't. Your bare collarbone is enough for him to know you're not wearing a single thing under there.

"You're overdressed."

"It would seem that way, yes." He pulls lightly on one end of the belt keeping his robe closed. The knot unravels and the belt falls loose, the robe falls open. He was wearing nothing else.

Your eyes travel from his face, down his neck, his chest, all the way down to his very prominent erection.

"Already?"

"Well, when you're all I think about, it's always hard," he gives a sly grin. His eyes focus on how you run your tongue along your bottom lip.

"Get on the bed, my love."

"You're giving me orders?"

"Yes, I am. Get on the bed Helmut."

As Zemo drops the robe to the floor and climbs onto the bed, you throw the sheets off you and get on all fours. You make him lay back, head against the headboard, as you crawl over him. His hands rise to hover over your waist as you bring tour face close to his.

Your nose is overwhelmed by the scent of his cologne and the soap he had used. He smelt good. With slightly parted lips you inhale that scent.

His hands settle on your skin, a need for him to touch you. You settle in his lap and run your hands over his chest. His erection twitching under you. Oh, how could you resist? You roll your hips over him and watches he stutters for a moment. His hand clench at the flesh on your waist.

"You're playing a dangerous game," he hisses quietly against your lips.

"I know. I like danger." You give your hips another roll and kiss him, swallowing the groan he lets out. The kiss is slow, tongues fighting one another. One of his hands trails up your torso to your breast, fondling it harshly. He has you gasping into him.

"How do you like it?" He growls, catching your bottom lip between his teeth.

"I love it, but I'm having my way with you," you say, grabbing his hand and bringing it down to your clit. "Put those fingers to good use, Baron."

His claims your lips again. His fingers work their magic. It starts with just one finger rubbing at your entrance, prodding at you, getting you to squirm in his lap. When you roll your hips over him a third time, he inserts it into you. You have to break the kiss to moan. You look him in the eye with a slight glare. He smirks.

With one hand, you dig your fingers into his hair and pull his head back, you go in to kiss his bare neck, but use your teeth to nibble at him instead. In response, his finger slides in and out of you quicker. You're most likely leaving a mark or two on him.

You lick over the bite mark and sit back up. His lust filled gaze is on you again. He inserts a second finger and try to bite back the groan. It doesn't matter either way, the rise and fall of your chest tells him all he needs to know about what he's doing to you.

"Faster." You groan into his ear.

He pumps his finger faster into you. Your other hand, runs over the hair on his chest, making its way down to his aching erection. Your fingers curl around him and you feel his fingers halt for a second.

His head is tilt back, his eyes staring right at you, lips parted. You run your thumb along his length to test his reaction. You see the way he glares at you. He's begging you with his eyes to do something. Agonisingly slowly, you pump your hand up and down the length of him.

"Don't stop on your end."

He does not play nicely. At the speed his fingers are moving, you're finding it very hard to focus on what you're doing. You can't let him take back full control. You squeeze him, rubbing the tip with your thumb. He slows down. You find your rather again, speeding it up slowly. Painfully slow.

"Y/N." He gives off a warning tone, but you're not paying attention to his voice.

He has to stop pleasuring you because of what you're doing to him. All of a sudden you're speeding up and building up the pressure.

"Y/N!"

You stop. His chest is rising and falling quickly. He goes to grab at your hips again, but tour grab his wrists and push his hands down. You lift your bottom off his lap, letting his erection standing there without anything to rub against. The cool air on his penis makes him feel all the worse.

"No touching," you warn him.

You let go of his hands and pleasure yourself right in front of him. You use one hand on his shoulder as support as the other is busy focusing in yourself.

All Zemo can do is watch.

A part of him wants to take you here and now, but the rest of him is enjoying the show you're putting on for him. He can't resist breaking the rules a little bit. His hand covers your breast, rolling his palm over your nipple. You glare at him, but don't make a move to stop him.

The knot in your stomach tightens. You keep going, pumping those fingers in and out, in and out. You tilt your head back and feel his hand on your breast squeeze.

You soak your fingers as you ride out your first orgasm of the night. When you've come down from your high, you remove your slick fingers from your clit and settle on his lap again. Zemo's erection pokes at your tummy.

"Want a taste?"

His hand is around your wrist in seconds. He brings your hand to his lips and instantly shoves then into his mouth. He sucks on each digit, his tongue running over each finger. The warm wetness of his mouth already turning you on again. You pull your fingers from his mouth slowly.

"Delicious," he licks his lips.

"I wonder how you taste."

You crawl backwards until your face is level with his crotch. He can only watch as you poke your tongue out to lick the tip of his dick. It sends a shiver down his spine. His hands clutch as the sheets on either side of him.

To really make the torment last, you lick along the underside, slowly. The pace you were torturing him with was painfully slow. You were playing with him and he hated it as much as he loved it.

You take the head into your mouth, sucking lightly to start with. He groans, but it's more out of impatience than pleasure. The way you're looking at him tells him you know what you're doing to him.

"Perhaps we should get to main event, my darling?"

You sit up, using your hand to attend to him instead.

"Are you enjoying the attention I'm giving to you?"

Zemo sits up some more, trying to ignore what you're doing to him. He reaches out for you. You let him, deciding to give him a free pass right now. He pulls you back up the bed so you're basically draped over him again, he claims your lips in a hungry kiss.

"I'm done playing games," he growls against your lips.

You kiss him again and situate yourself over his erection. You tease him a little further by rolling your hips over him again, this time with a little more pressure. He groan that escapes his mouth sounds more like a warning this time around.

"котенок."

"What does that mean?"

"Give me what I want and I'll tell you."

"I was suppose to be the one in control here," you mutter, glaring pathetically at him.

"Oh, I'm giving you control, Schatz, but let the wolf have some fun too."

"Any other pet names you to get out before I fuck you senseless?"

Zemo lets out a deep rumble of laughter.

"Mon amour. Anima mia. дорогая."

"OK, I get it. You can speak more languages than I can." You roll your eyes.

"Which one turns you on the most?" He asks, grinning smugly at you.

"All of them."

You align yourself perfectly and take him slowly. His hands on you hips will later definitely leave bruises on you. Once you've taken as much of him as you can, you sit there smugly. Your stubbornness to rile him up is working. Zemo gives a little thrust.

"Ride, my love."

You bring his lips to yours in another hungry kiss, starting slow. The pressure he is applying to your hips with his hands really is indicating he is done with your shit, but the more impatient he is, the more joy you get out of it.

You ride him a little faster. The kissing gets sloppy as he tries to match your quick pace. When you reach the perfect pace, where he hits the right spot, you tip your head back as you clench around him. His grunts and groans are much quieter compared to your own, but you know you're giving him what he wants.

Play time was over.

You look at him as you bounce up and down on his cock in utter bliss. His half lidded eyes are on you and he grins. You can't help but reach up and caress his cheek, he leans into the touch. His arms snake around you and pull you as close to him as possible. He buries his nose into your hair, inhaling the beautiful scent that is simply you. His teeth graze along your neck, the sensation causing you to clench against him further.

"Oh~ The things you do to me," he groans right into your ear.

His sharp thrusts are getting a little hard to keep up with as you lose yourself completely to him. Your nail claw down his bare back as your moans grow in volume.

The knot in your stomach is growing tighter. You practically push Zemo back against the headboard and take hold of his shoulders again as you focus all your attention on riding him hard and fast.

You can barely focus on his hazy gaze. The knot becomes too tight to bare and it's his name that breaks past your lips as you cum all over his cock. A few more sharp snaps from him and you feel him fill you to the brim. You feel every twitch, every drop, inside you.

You sink against his chest. His arms encasing you against him. He presses kisses to the shell of your ear, his pants fluttering your hair. He lets out a little chuckle.

"What's so funny?" You whisper, eyes closed and hand brushing through his dark hair.

"Nothing. I was just wondering who enjoyed that more?"

You chuckle softly.

"Was it worth the wait?"

"More so." He lifts his face from your neck and looks at you. He kisses you softly, savouring the taste of you. You smile, lifting your head away from his.

"I should get off you now."

"I'm not complaining," he mutters quietly.

"Well, maybe we can stay like this a little longer." You rest your against his shoudler, lips brushing against his neck gently. He settles his head against yours and closes his eyes.

He relishes in your warmth. It's going to be a little messy when he pulls out of you, so he will savour this moment of comfort before he starts cleaning up after the pair of you.

He had missed you greatly.

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yandere-sins · 3 years

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omg i’m such a dumbass i can’t believe i missed your prompts😭 if it’s not too late can we get some window with suna? he’s just so perfect for it. hope you’re doing well!💓

Awa, you didn’t miss them at all! Thanks for requesting, I hope you’re doing well too ♥ I decided to make a continuation of the Kitsune!AU I did with Suna before here so I could work on his character more.

Window - “…How fucking dense are you?”

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You started buying groceries for two.

It was utterly idiotic that you tolerated that... person’s demands. Especially when you could barely afford to feed another person. More than once, you found yourself holding your phone, dialing the police. But when you looked up, seeing him merely laying on your couch watching TV, you completely forgot what you wanted to say. He didn’t look menacing. He didn’t even try to scare you like a robber would. And how would you even start to explain the fox ears and tail to anyone?

A hunter might have been a better option. But were they and their guns effective against mythical creatures as well? You tried to research it, google for every information you could find, but aside from stories and myths, there were no hints on the internet that this man should actually exist. If you believed the old tellings, they weren’t as uncommon to see back then, but their population seemed to have decreased with the humans taking over most parts of the world.

Thinking logically, that was still no reason for you specifically to endure him. Especially if it were the humans having the upper hand, he should be afraid of you, rather than the other way around! So what if you were nice enough to feed him?

You still couldn’t understand why he was sticking around you.

His ears folding back, Suna finally turned to you, glaring at you in annoyance. “Why are you staring?” he asked, and you flinched, noticing how you had peeked around the corner for too long. It was hard to avoid him, considering he took up a lot of your living space, but you were still reluctant to interact with him. “Just come over here if you want to watch the show.”

Truth be told, he never looked as if he was enjoying what he was watching, but you had seen him put on the same kind of program again and again over time, so surely, he must have taken a liking to it either way. “Is that... your favorite show?” you asked timidly, approaching the couch with a reasonable distance. Even if he was annoyed from your staring, he did invite you over, and it was as good of a time to ask him to leave as any.

“It’s alright,” he replied, and his tail gave a slow wag, making you think he did like it. “Cool, cool...” you mumbled, shooting the TV a short glance, the flashing of bright colors and the loud voices of the moderation appalling you. Suna’s attention returned to you, his eyes giving you a slow, appraising look up and down before he patted the free space next to him on the couch. “Sit,” he kept inviting you as if your presence standing next to the amenity was dissatisfactory for him.

Making this step was harder for you than you thought at first. Hesitantly, you slid on the cushion furthest away from Suna, pressing up to the armrest on your side while he was leaning on the other one, watching you from the corners of his eyes.

Why you even followed his instructions was puzzling, but you hoped he’d take what you were about to say better when you made him comfortable. Clearing your throat, you announced, “So, when do you plan on leaving...?” avoiding to look at him even after you finished speaking.

“Leave what?” A yawn escaped him before his attention shifted back to the program on TV. “My home... this house. Here?” was your lousy explanation, and fiddling with your fingers, you noticed that you were growing nervous with every silent second between you two.

“I don’t know--”

“I’m not going to feed you anymore.”

These words left you the second you heard his dismissive tone of voice and without much consideration. Simply, you were too scared to listen to his rejection. You wanted him out and rather yesterday than tomorrow at that. “I... I can’t keep feeding you. It’s too expensive; I’ll run out of money,” you tried to explain, hoping this was enough to persuade you.

“Huh...” he grumbled, his fingers tapping against the leather on the couch. “I don’t want to leave,” he eventually mustered to say, taking a deep breath before sitting up straight. “But you can’t stay...” you disappointingly replied.

“Can’t I?”

“No,” you said firmly, standing your ground.

Inching closer to you, his presence was suddenly unnerving. You wondered what the point was in closing in the distance, not sure what he would do. “I can’t feed you anymore a-and, uh, you are over... over-staying your welcome!”

It sure didn’t help that he was leaning towards you, slender features and pure skin soon covering all you could see. Black hair as you looked towards the ceiling, an unpredictable expression when your gaze graced his face.

“... How fucking dense are you?” he asked you suddenly, using harsher words than you had ever heard him do before.

Next thing you knew, he had your hands restraint, pushing your upper body back to bend over the armrest. The burning you felt of the strain in your back was your smallest concern at that moment; instead, you immediately focus on thin lips brushing down your neck and to your collarbones. “I’m not going anywhere. I’m staying.”

“B-But I-” you stuttered, trying to convince him and find a peaceful solution. Twisting and turning your wrists only revealed Suna’s strength, something he hadn’t used on you before, so you never had a chance to find out about it until now. “You won’t get rid of me just because you don’t feed me, you know.”

“What?” you squeaked, so sure of yourself that all your research had shown that animals who lost a source of food would move on. You had bet your entire confidence on this fact. “I don’t even need food,” he explained, seemingly reading your mind.

“Then why... Why did you stay?”

What followed was a long pause. So much so, you noticed your back pain again, twisting your torso to appease it and also moved your head around to free yourself of hair blocking your view. There was a vase on the coffee table. If only you could reach it, you’d have a chance of breaking free. But being able to see again, you noticed something moving rather excitedly behind Suna’s body, his tail wagging putting every dog to shame.

No second later, you felt the sharp pain of fangs in the soft flesh between your neck and shoulder, and you flinched hard at it, only worsen the feeling. “Ah-!” you wanted to cry out, but the sound got stuck in your throat as he loosened his jaw, moving slightly more to the right to bite down again.

This time, you felt the tears shoot into your eyes, shock, pain, and fear covering your senses. “Who knows~” he chuckled, seemingly amused about your reaction. Pulling away from you, you could see the bloodstains around his mouth, almost making you faint as you could ultimately realize that he did, in fact, bit you twice just now.

“Maybe I stayed for you? I couldn’t wait to get a bite for sure. Want me to eat you up?”

He leaned down again, and this time, as weak as you felt, you could see your life flashing before your eyes, especially when you felt his tongue drag over the wounds he had just induced. In what must have been a survival instinct, you managed to shove your hands into his shoulders, his grip having weakened as he didn’t expect you to resist. The next moment you were free, falling off the couch and to your feet, gone in the blink of an eye. You only stopped when the door to your bedroom closed behind you, and you locked it, sinking to the ground.

You had nothing on you; no phone or cell, nothing to make yourself known to the outside world. If you climbed out the window or exit through the door, you were almost sure you were a feast for the fox. There was barely anything you could do to calm your racing heart or stop hyperventilating as your mind desperately thought of alternatives. If this was just one of his jokes, you were taking it way too seriously, but how could you know?

How could you know what was true and false about the grinning fox spirit standing in front of your bedroom door, licking his lips in delight?

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feelings are fatal (17/24)

pairing: bucky barnes x reader, past steve rogers x reader

word count: 3,346

summary: After the events of Endgame, you struggle to come to terms with what you’ve lost, though you’re learning that you still have something to gain.

chapter warnings: swearing, violence, creepy men

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a/n: HEYYYYY HAPPY TWO YEAR BLOG BIRTHDAY TO ME!!!!!

Bucky’s heart was pounding as he finally shook the last of the Hydra goons that had been chasing him, glancing every which way just to double check.

He didn’t feel good about this.

It hadn’t even been ten minutes since the two of you had gotten separated, and he hated it. Granted, he always hated being away from you, had since you were fifteen.

Back then it was because he didn’t trust the Red Room instructors. Now it was because he was in love with you and being away from you made him feel like a part of his heart was missing.

Speed walking towards the entrance of Coney Island, he dug his phone out of his pocket and dialed Pepper’s number.

“Oh, my god, thank god. What the hell is wrong with you?” Pepper demanded angrily of him. “Do neither of you know how to answer your phones? Are you okay?”

“I don’t know,” he said. He could hear his blood pumping in his ears. “We had to separate so I could try to lead the bad guys away, but they just… disappeared. I’m heading for our meeting spot now.”

Morgan and a few other kids were babbling in the background about how their day had gotten cut short, but he knew that the littlest Stark would understand better than anyone else once they explained to her.

Pepper was suspiciously quiet for… a long time. A long, long time.

“Pepper?” Bucky whispered, his voice cracking.

There was an unspoken question between them.

What if he’d fucked up?

Should he have stayed with her?

What if they’d gotten to her?

And one that was looming over his head, heavier than ever.

What if he never got to tell you how he felt?

“I’m here,” she said reassuringly.

“What if…” Bucky’s heart cracked inside of his chest. His throat was closing up with each passing second, his flesh palm sweaty. Keeping his grip on his cell phone was becoming a challenge. “What if I n-never g-get to tell her h-how I feel?”

“Don’t think like that.”

“God, I’m so fucking stupid,” he cursed as he made his way to the aquarium. His eyes flickered around the crowd, almost hoping he’d see the two women from earlier. They would’ve recognized you and might’ve seen you.

But there was no sign of them.

“Those fucking special skills or whatever would really come in fucking handy right now,” he cursed. With the way people were parting like the Red Sea in front of him, he knew he probably had his less-than-friendly expression on.

His Murder Face, as you called it.

Or his Resting Bitch Face, according to Sam.

Bucky ran his vibranium hand over his face as he tried not to panic. For one, he hadn’t even gotten to the meeting spot yet. Most likely, you were there waiting for him and he was worrying over nothing. “Tony and Natasha will haunt me forever if I let something happen to her.”

A sigh resounded over the phone. “You didn’t let something happen to her, Bucky. Hell, we don’t even know if something is wrong with her yet. But they both know that you have… you have literally devoted your entire being to taking care of her, protecting her. You did what you thought was the best option in the moment. And maybe… Maybe there was no getting out of that ambush without something happening to one of you.”

Rounding the corner to the tunnel, his heart stopped inside his chest.

You weren’t there.

“Bucky? Bucky? What’s going on? You there? What’s happening?”

It was like the world around him had gone fuzzy, and all he could hear was a ringing in his ears.

You weren’t there.

You weren’t there, and it was all his fault.

He told you to go to the tunnel.

How fucking stupid was he? The tunnel was possibly the worst place he could’ve told you to go to. It’s closed off, a literal tube with water all around you except two very small exits that were easily blocked.

What had he done?

Slumber had come easy for you for once. You were so exhausted, even your bones weary, from dancing all day. And by all day, that meant for over twelve hours because of your sadistic new instructor.

The last one had been… disposed of.

You’d woken at sunrise as usual and gone straight to ballet, only for the instructor to not let you go after the normal three hour class.

The rest of the girls filed out of the dance studio, some glancing back at you in curiosity.

There was no worry in their eyes. It was every girl for themselves these days.

If you thought real hard, you could remember a time when you all looked out for each other. You would braid each other’s hair, give a warning if any of the instructors or Madame B were near. If someone didn’t wake up when they were supposed to, the girls would shake her awake and help her get ready on time.

But that time was no more.

Those that ran the infamous Red Room didn’t like when their… students banded together. Things were better for them when you all hated each other and sought ways to sabotage the others.

It made you more likely to kill during a sparring session, and they only wanted girls who were willing to go all the way.

“Is there something you needed from me, madam?” You asked, your hands folded behind your back, spine straight, your chin high.

Good posture had been beaten into you within a week of arrival.

You didn’t forget a lesson like that anytime soon.

The instructor was new to you girls, though you had been told she wasn’t new to the Red Room. She’d been one of you, once upon a time.

One of the few who had survived to graduation, and then lived long enough after to be brought back as an instructor.

“I’m told you’re a prodigy,” she drawled as she slowly walked towards you, her platinum blonde hair pulled into a tight ballerina bun much like your own. While all of you girls wore black leotards, hers was a pale lilac, a shimmering rehearsal skirt tied around her waist that swished around her thighs. “That you are Madame B’s new pride and joy… Though, just based on your dancing, there is absolutely nothing to be prideful of. It is a surprise to me that you haven’t been… taken care of.”

The implication was clear.

Just based on that morning’s class, she thought you were bad enough at ballet to be killed.

Was it possible she just wanted you executed now? Was she about to do so?

Even though Madame B would be pissed, there were more girls that they could train. She’d only be upset for so long before she’d have a new prodigy, a new pride and joy.

Before the Soldat would have a new trainee.

Before your Soldat would have a new trainee. All the other Soldats could have all the trainees they wanted, but your Soldat, your Seven… The thought of him training another girl made bile rise up in your throat.

“Do you have pointers for things I could work on, madame?” You asked, shoulders tensing as she circled you. Like a vulture ready to scavenge a dying animal.

“I simply thought I could lend you some extra practice time,” she said, a sickly sweet smile spreading over her lips as she looked you up and down. “And don’t worry about Madame B and your other instructors. I already let them know that I wanted extra time with you today.”

The way she was speaking was setting off alarms in your mind.

“Perfect,” you said clearly, not letting your fear show. The instructors could smell fear and would use it against you until your heart stopped beating.

“Do you know the role of Aurora in the Sleeping Beauty ballet?” She asked, eyes cold. When you nodded, she chuckled. “Good. You’ll be dancing it on pointe, start to finish. Now.”

You were shocked when she then turned and started the music, but you did as she said.

Now, Pyotr Ilyich Tchaikovsky’s Sleeping Beauty is his longest ballet ever, at almost four hours long.

And you danced all of it.

“Below average,” the instructor said, glaring daggers at you. “Again.”

You needed water desperately, your lungs fighting for air as you pretended to be unbothered by having done that by taking slow, even breaths.

But you had to do it again.

And again.

Every time you finished, she gave some comment about how your dancing was shit, how you’d never be good enough.

At this point, you wished she would simply kill you and get it over with. You were exhausted and your muscles felt like they were going to give out at any moment.

“MALEN’KAYA!”

You fell out of your pirouette in your shock, gasping as your ankle twisted and you fell to the ground. “Fuck!”

Your Soldat stormed into the dance studio as you looked up, eyes wide.

When had he gotten back? He’d been on a mission for the past few days, and fuck, you’d missed him something fierce.

“Soldat,” the instructor breathed out as she stopped moving, staring up at him with blue eyes. “Remember me?”

“Yes,” he said, glaring at her like she was a pile of dog shit he’d stepped in.

She moved towards him, her hand coming to rest on his chest. “I was hoping to see—” She was cut off as he raised his hands to hold her face. The harsh woman looked so… soft for him. “I missed you. Did you miss me?”

“No,” he snarled, his voice dropping almost an octave. “You should’ve thought twice before touching my malen’kaya.”

The light that had been in her eyes when she first saw him quickly disappeared as she realized she was totally, and utterly, fucked.

Your heart caught in your throat as he so easily twisted her head, a loud snap ringing through the air. He let her limp, lifeless body fall to the ground with a thump before turning and rushing to you. The darkness that had been in his face was long gone as he pulled you close, his hands running over you to try to find sources of injuries.

It took you a moment to realize he was speaking, your ears ringing as you stared at the dead woman on the ground.

“—you okay? What the hell happened? Who allowed this?” He asked, talking a mile a minute as he checked over you. Once he finally got to your pointe shoes, he took in a shaky breath. “I have to check,” he said as he reached for the pink ribbons tied around your ankles.

In the two years since you’d known him, you’d never seen his hands shake like they were.

Your eyes locked in on his face, his brows furrowed and his cheeks flushed, as he tentatively untied one of your pointe shoes. He slowly slipped it off, his breath catching in his throat as he looked at your foot. It was only when the second one came off that you finally looked at the damage.

Well… You were sure your feet could have looked much worse after dancing for over twelve hours, but… It still wasn’t pretty.

“I’m okay. It doesn’t hurt that bad,” you lied, trying to soothe him.

He was usually much more composed than this, his face harder.

Even when he was feeling a bit nicer, a bit softer, it was nothing like this.

The Soldat shook his head, looking absolutely pissed. “You don’t have to lie. Never lie to me.”

“I’m not lying,” you insisted. “But that might be because right now, they’re numb, so I can’t feel anything at all from about my ankles down. But that does mean I didn’t lie.”

You were attempting to joke with him, lighten up the mood a bit. However, he definitely didn’t seem to be taking the bait.

When you glanced over at the windows, for some reason you were surprised to see how late it was. “Oh.”

“Yeah,” he drawled as he scooped you up, leaving your pointe shoes behind as he carried you to the locker room. The man was somehow almost completely silent as he set you on a bench and grabbed a first aid kit out of what seemed to be thin air, before gently cleaning away the blood.

Water was dripping somewhere in the locker room, the droplets hitting the tiled floor with soft clinks.

“You were gone,” you whispered, eyes trained on his face. He was still so handsome, even with the frown lines that were starting to appear. Not that you could blame him, everything he’d been through would more than warrant a few wrinkles. “You were gone so long…”

The Soldat’s eyes were soft, despite being the color of the ice that coated the windows. “I know… I can’t stand being away from you, but if I didn’t go… They’d find some way to punish me.” His rough flesh hand cupped your cheek. “And I think they’re starting to catch on that the best way to punish me would be through you, malen’kaya.”

For a second, you thought he was gonna kiss you. From the way his eyes flicked down to your lips and back up again, you could’ve sworn on your life.

But then he took in a deep breath.

And his hand left your cheek.

You tried to push down the disappointment that welled up in your throat, biting your lip.

“Come on, malen’kaya,” he said as he finished wrapping up your poor feet. “Let’s get you to bed.”

The other girls were already sleeping when he carried you into your room, each one of them with a single wrist handcuffed to the bed frame.

“Hate knowing that you’re locked here all night,” Soldat said, his lips brushing against the shell of your ear as he approached the only empty bed in the room. “It’s like… putting a lark in a cage. I don’t like it.”

“I know,” you said. “But… It’s just how it is.” You looked up at him with bright eyes as he laid you down and tucked the blanket in around you, making sure you were nice and cozy before he took your left wrist and cuffed it to the metal frame.

“Get some sleep,” he murmured, brushing his metal fingers along your cheek. “I’ll see you tomorrow.”

Oh, God…

Everything hurt…

Why did everything hurt?

It was like your head had been shoved under water, but your eyes were too heavy to open.

“—gotta take the video and send it.”

“How do we know he’ll come?”

“Oh, he’ll come. He’ll always come for her.”

Who was that? The voices sounded vaguely familiar, but not quite.

“His precious malen’kaya.”

You slipped back into unconsciousness even as you fought the darkness coming over you, slumping down again.

The clock ticked obnoxiously loud as you sat in the diner booth, your knee pulled up to your chest. A cold cup of half-drank coffee was sitting on the table in front of you.

You’d been waiting over an hour for him to show.

The lunch rush had come and gone, and the waitresses—in their rockabilly uniforms and roller skates—were shooting you pitying looks.

“This is fucking ridiculous,” you huffed as you got to your feet and slammed a crisp twenty dollar bill on the vinyl table top. “He asks me on a fucking date and then doesn’t fucking show. How fucking typical.”

It had only been two days since the mission where he’d asked you out on a date. Your ankle was wrapped, and you were under strict orders to rest.

So, of course, you’d dragged yourself out to this diner that he insisted on taking you to.

Well, meeting you at since you really, really didn’t want to deal with the awkwardness of riding in the same car.

If you were being honest, it hurt. A lot. You’d gotten your hopes up over the past two days, tossing and turning at night as you dreamed of what would happen on your date. Would it go anywhere? Would he end up being the love of your life?

You hadn’t had a crush on anyone since…

Well… Since your Soldat.

You missed him so fucking much.

And he wouldn’t have stood you up.

“Fuck Steve Rogers.”

Your face was flushed as you headed home, storming through the streets of Manhattan to the Avengers Tower. You needed time to stew, and the subway would be too fast.

“I should’ve just stayed home and taken that fucking bubble bath,” you huffed as you got in the elevator and rode up to the residential floors. Even if it had been meant to be a casual first date, you’d done your hair and stressed over your makeup, wearing your nicest pair of leggings and sneakers that didn’t have mud on the bottoms.

And even if the plan had been for it to be casual, you’d been looking forward to flowers and a kiss on the cheek, stealing a fry from his plate and maybe playing footsie under the table.

Just a little.

Like other girls got to do.

The elevator music was getting into your head, and there was no doubt it’d be haunting your dreams. But when the doors opened onto the common area floor, you were just about ready to burst into tears.

Because Steven Grant Rogers was sitting at the kitchen island and eating a sandwich as he laughed at some joke Rhodey made.

You couldn’t believe him. Was this his plan all along?

Steeling yourself, you straightened your spine and walked with purpose, planning on walking right by without even acknowledging him.

But of course, that wouldn’t be your luck.

As soon as Steve caught sight of you, he froze, his blue eyes going wide. Breathing out your name, he quickly scrambled to his feet. “Wait! Wait! Please! I’m so fucking sorry, I completely forgot!”

“It’s fucking fine, Rogers. It’s clearly a sign that this is was a bad idea in the first place,” you said, your voice cold enough to freeze him again.

“What?! No! Please, I’m just…” He groaned as he followed you onto the elevator that would take you up to the other residential floors. “I just had three meetings before noon and completely forgot! That doesn’t mean I don’t want this date with you!”

Taking a breath, you turned on him, glaring at him like he was a piece of dog shit on your shoe. “You know what the cherry on top of this is?” You asked with a laugh. “My first fucking date of my entire fucking life, and I get stood up. Fuck you, Rogers. Fuck. You.”

You’d successfully shocked him, and left him looking like a guppy, his mouth hanging open as he watched you leave him standing there.

When you came to again, you actually found the strength to open your eyes.

The room around you was like every stereotypical hostage room you’d ever seen in real life, and in movies.

Almost like the one Olivia Pope had been in on Scandal.

Though, you had a feeling that this one was real and wasn’t just a fancy set in a warehouse.

“Where am I?” You asked yourself, trying to take stock of everything. “Okay. Head hurts. Expected that. Don’t feel any sharp pains… so he probably shot me with a tranquilizer and not a bullet… Which is probably better for my chances of escape.” It was so fucking cold, your entire body was trembling. “No phone, so no way for the others to track me. Same clothing I was in… so at least there’s that.”

Your voice died as you heard movement beyond the black steel door in front of you, watching as it slowly opened. Your heart sank as you realized who was standing in front of you.

“It’s been too long, malen’kaya.”

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A “knowing”

“Whenever you cross my mind, I thank my God for you and for the gift of knowing you.”

Today’s reading of the Scriptures from the New Testament is the 1st chapter of the letter of Philippians:

Here’s what I pray for you:

All this I pray, with a view to God’s ultimate praise and glory.

The Letter of Philippians, Chapter 1 (The Voice)

Today’s paired chapter of the Testaments is the 9th chapter of the book of 1st Chronicles that looks back to the exile and return to the land of Israel:

All the tribes of Israel were recorded in the book of the kings of Israel; then Judah was exiled to Babylon for their unfaithfulness to God.

At the end of our exile, the first people who returned to their cities were Israelites, Levites, the priests and the temple servants.

Some people from the tribes of Judah, Benjamin, Ephraim, and Manasseh lived in Jerusalem: Uthai the son of Ammihud, son of Omri, son of Imri, son of Bani, son of Perez, son of Judah. From the Shilonites were Asaiah (the firstborn) and his sons. From the Zerahites were Jeuel and 690 relatives. From the Benjaminites were Sallu (son of Meshullam, son of Hodaviah, son of Hassenuah), Ibneiah (son of Jeroham), Elah (son of Uzzi, son of Michri), Meshullam (son of Shephatiah, son of Reuel, son of Ibnijah), and 956 relatives. All these were leaders of their clans.

From the priests were Jedaiah, Jehoiarib, Jachin, Azariah (son of Hilkiah, son of Meshullam, son of Zadok, son of Meraioth, son of Ahitub—the chief officer of the temple), Adaiah (son of Jeroham, son of Pashhur, son of Malchijah), Maasai (son of Adiel, son of Jahzerah, son of Meshullam, son of Meshillemith, son of Immer), and their chiefs. These men totaled 1,760 workers in the temple. These were all talented men fit for service in the temple.

The Levites who returned included Shemaiah (son of Hasshub, son of Azrikam, son of Hashabiah, son of Merari), Bakbakkar, Heresh, Galal, Mattaniah (son of Mica, son of Zichri, son of Asaph), Obadiah (son of Shemaiah, son of Galal, son of Jeduthun), and Berechiah (son of Asa, son of Elkanah). They lived among the Netophathites.

The gatekeepers, who guarded the entrances and performed other daily chores, were Shallum (stationed at the king’s gate in the east), Akkub, Talmon, Ahiman, and their relatives. These were the gatekeepers for the congregation tent and monitored activities there (as their fathers had ruled the camp of the Eternal One as keepers of the entrance): Shallum (son of Kore, son of Ebiasaph, son of Korah) and his fellow Korahites. Phinehas (son of Eleazar) ruled them previously, and the Eternal was with him. Zechariah (son of Meshelemiah) was gatekeeper at the entrance of the congregation tent. All the men who were gatekeepers numbered 212. They were recorded in the local genealogies and were chosen by King David and the seer Samuel.

They and their sons guarded the gates of the temple and the congregation tent. The gatekeepers were stationed on all sides: to the north, south, east, and west. Their relatives joined the gatekeepers once per week to keep them company. The four chief gatekeepers (who were Levites) had the important task of controlling the chambers and treasuries in the temple. Because guarding was their primary task, they spent their nights watching the temple and opened it each morning. Others were in charge of the vessels of service; the vessels were counted as they were brought into and taken out of the temple. Still others were in charge of the sanctuary’s furniture and utensils, and of the flour, wine, oil, frankincense, and spices. Some of the sons of the priests mixed these spices. Mattithiah (a Levite and the firstborn of Shallum the Korahite) was responsible for things baked in pans for offerings. Some of their Kohathite relatives baked the unleavened bread used as showbread every sabbath. These are the singers, the chiefs of the Levites during their own generations, who lived in the chambers of the temple in Jerusalem free from other service because they worked day and night. All these men were the chiefs of the Levites during their own generations, and they all lived in Jerusalem.

Jeiel (the leader of Gibeon) lived in Gibeon with his wife Maacah. Their firstborn son was Abdon, then Zur, Kish, Baal, Ner, Nadab, Gedor, Ahio, Zechariah, and Mikloth. Mikloth fathered Shimeam. These lived with their relatives in Jerusalem, across from their other relatives. Ner fathered Kish, whose son was Saul (father of Jonathan, Malchi-shua, Abinadab, and Eshbaal). Jonathan’s son was Merib-baal, and Merib-baal’s son was Micah. Micah fathered Pithon, Melech, Tahrea, and Ahaz. Ahaz’s son was Jarah, who fathered Alemeth, Azmaveth, and Zimri. Zimri fathered Moza, whose lineage descended four generations: Binea, Rephaiah, Eleasah, and Azel. Azel had six sons: Azrikam, Bocheru, Ishmael, Sheariah, Obadiah, and Hanan.

The Book of 1st Chronicles, Chapter 9 (The Voice)

A set of notes from The Voice translation:

It might seem strange that the Jews’ genealogy continues seamlessly from pre-exilic Judah and Israel to their return home, especially since the generations of people who live in exile are lost from the list. But it is important that those who return, who become known as “Jews” while they are exiled in Babylon, are connected to the Israelites. The Jews are the continuation of God’s covenant, so they should remember the long history of faithful ancestors and use them as examples in building the new Israel.

All priests may be Levites, but not all Levites are priests. Priests are descendants of Aaron, Israel’s first high priest, and perform sacrifices in the temple. Levites who are descendants of the other Levite patriarchs perform all the other duties necessary in the temple; they are elders, custodians, musicians, assistants, handymen, gatekeepers, treasurers, etc. All jobs are equally necessary to the functioning of the temple, so no one of them should be more highly regarded than another. Even the high priest is no more important than the young Levite who sweeps the floor every day.

A link to my personal reading of the Scriptures for Thursday, january 26 of 2023 with a paired chapter from each Testament of the Bible along with Today’s Proverbs and Psalms

A post by John Parsons about the nature of time and the moon:

The following is related to this week’s Torah reading, parashat Bo (i.e., Exod. 10:1-13:16), concerning the significance of the Torah's calendar...

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The calendar of ancient Egypt, like our present Gregorian calendar, followed the course of the sun. The sun symbolized the power of the Egyptian sun god Ra (Re) who was also considered the creator and giver of life in some Egyptian myths. As far back as 2700 BC, Ra was regarded as the great god of heaven, King of all the gods, and lord of the resurrected dead. The daily rising sun was a symbol of creation (or the “eye” of Ra), and the shape of the pyramid is thought to represent the descending rays of the sun. The Pharaoh, like the sun, was sometimes called the “son of Ra” and said to oversee everything upon the earth (note: the name “Ramses” can mean “Ra bore him,” though it is more likely that Amenhotep II [a name based on the merging of the gods Amun and Ra] was the Pharoah of the Exodus). Interestingly, the Hebrew word for evil or bad is ra’ (רַע), and the ayin ha-ra, or “evil eye,” might derive from this association. From a “macro” perspective, the call of Abraham out of Mesopotamia (Shinar-Babylonia) can be thought of as the beginning of God’s judgment of the religion/mythology of ancient Egypt...

The very first word of Torah indicates the awareness of the significance of time - בְּרֵאשִׁית - "in the beginning..." (Gen. 1:1), and according to Jewish tradition, the very first commandment given to the children of Israel (as a whole) was that of Rosh Chodesh (ראש חודש), or the declaration of the start (or head) of the "new month," particularly with regard to the first month of their redemption (Exod. 12:2).

In other words, Passover month was to begin Israel’s year (i.e., Rosh Chodashim). Note that the word for month (i.e., chodesh) comes from the root chadash (חָדָש), meaning "new," and therefore the Passover redemption (chodesh yeshuah) was intended to mark a "new beginning" for the Jewish people. And indeed, God marks the start of our personal redemption as the beginning of our life as a new creation (2 Cor. 5:17), just as Yeshua is the "first of the firstfruits" of God's redeemed humanity (1 Cor. 15:45-49). God wanted Israel to look to the moon as their timepiece. Just as the moon wanes and disappears at the end of each month, but returns and waxes again to fullness, so we suffer until the return of our beloved Messiah Yeshua, who will restore the glory of God fully upon the earth.

In Colossians 2:16-17 the Apostle Paul writes, “Therefore let no one pass judgment on you in questions of food and drink, or with regard to a festival or a new moon or a Sabbath. These are a shadow of the things to come, but the substance belongs to Messiah.” But what does verse 17 mean? The Greek text reads: ἅ ἐστιν σκιὰ τῶν μελλόντων, τὸ δὲ σῶμα τοῦ Χριστοῦ, but note that the shadow (i.e., skia: σκιὰ) is of the things to come (τῶν μελλόντων) - which was written in reference to the future at the time of Paul’s writing. The word translated “substance” (i.e., soma: σῶμα) is perhaps better rendered as “body,” and may refer to the body the Messiah, i.e., the followers of Yeshua... In light of this, we may wonder whether we ought to concern ourselves with the “new moon” - and the Torah’s calendar - or not?

To attempt an answer, we first must reaffirm that we are not under the terms of the Sinai covenant but the New Covenant, and therefore we are not technically obligated to observe the appointed times of the Torah’s calendar any more than we are obligated to keep kosher, or to sacrifice an unblemished sheep during Passover, or to elevate the weekly Sabbath above other days of the week (Rom. 14:5-6). However - and this is significant - according to the prophet Isaiah, in the Millennial Kingdom to come people will indeed observe Rosh Chodesh and the weekly Sabbaths: "It shall be that from one new moon to another, and from one sabbath to another, all flesh shall come to worship before me, declares the LORD" (Isa. 66:23). Moreover, the prophet Ezekiel further mentions that Rosh Chodesh will be observed in the future Millennial Temple of Zion (see Ezek. 46:1-7).

So these verses indicate that there is an eschatological (i.e., future) dimension to Rosh Chodesh and therefore it is part of our future heritage with the LORD God of Israel. And while we are certainly not “legalistically” obligated to observe the Sabbath or the new Moon, we nonetheless recognize that they are part of the divine calendar that the LORD God Himself instituted, and that they therefore have spiritual application to our lives as believers living under the terms of the New Covenant (Gal. 4:4). Never forget that it was Yeshua who was the Rock that followed the people out of Egypt and who led them to the revelation at Sinai; it was Yeshua who spoke the Torah to Moses! And later Yeshua told his followers that he did not come to do away with the Torah and the words of the prophets, but said on the contrary that every “jot and tittel” of the Torah, that is, every letter and stroke of each letter (קוֹצוֹ שֶׁל יוֹד), was to be fulfilled “until heaven and earth passed away (see Matt. 5:17-18). However, since heaven and earth have not yet passed away, the Torah has its place in our theology and practice. As members of the remnant and household of Israel (Eph. 2:12-20), we don’t “have to” observe the moedim (holidays, appointed times) - but it surely is an honor and great joy to do so, especially when we appreciate how the glory of Yeshua is revealed in each of them. After all, Yeshua the Messiah is “the same yesterday, today, and forever” (Heb. 13:8).

For more on this subject, see “Parashat Bo: The Significance of the Moon” on the Hebrew for Christians website, and listen to my discussion of Isaiah 66:23 (link below). Shalom chaverim!

[ Hebrew for Christians ]

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Isa. 66:23 reading with 5 minute discussion:

https://hebrew4christians.com/Blessings/Blessing_Cards/isa66-23-jjp.mp3

Hebrew page:

https://hebrew4christians.com/Blessings/Blessing_Cards/isa66-23-lesson.pdf

Significance of the Moon:

https://hebrew4christians.com/Scripture/Parashah/Summaries/Bo/The_Moon/the_moon.html

Torah Calendar overview:

https://hebrew4christians.com/Holidays/Calendar/calendar.html

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A message about the monarchy from yesterday’s email by Israel365:

Today’s message (Days of Praise) from the Institute for Creation Research

January 26, 2023

The Summary of Divine Grace

“Who is a God like unto thee, that pardoneth iniquity, and passeth by the transgression of the remnant of his heritage? he retaineth not his anger for ever, because he delighteth in mercy. He will turn again, he will have compassion upon us; he will subdue our iniquities; and thou wilt cast all their sins into the depths of the sea. Thou wilt perform the truth to Jacob, and the mercy to Abraham, which thou hast sworn unto our fathers from the days of old.” (Micah 7:18-20)

The lengthy passage above is quoted in its entirety because, coming as it does at the end of Micah’s dual prophecy of imminent judgment of the sinful, rebellious nation of Judah and of the coming glorious reign of the Lord, it sums up the work of God’s grace in dealing with iniquity. Each of the three verses quoted describe a part. Such grace:

Pardons iniquity (v. 18). As sinners, we have the assurance of mercy instead of judgment. God pardons our iniquity, passes by our transgressions, and retains not His anger. Why? “Because he delighteth in mercy.”

Subdues iniquity (v. 19). As forgiven sinners who have tasted of His grace and mercy, we have assurance of deliverance in time of temptation. Why? Because “he will have compassion upon us.”

Performs what it promises (v. 20). When circumstances surround and difficulties discourage, we have confidence in the inheritance of covenant promise, just as Jacob and Abraham did. Why? Because “thou hast sworn,” and God’s own reputation is at stake.

Israel refused to respond to the warnings of the prophets to turn from their sinful ways. In doing so, they missed God’s great blessing and reaped His wrath. May God grant us the wisdom and conviction to accept His mercy and compassion and to believe He is still trustworthy regarding His promises. JDM

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I love to be the bearer of horny news

I uuhhh wrote a quick lil’ something for Karl Heisenberg and a female reader??

Warnings: Extremely dubious consent / borderline non-con due to drugs, oops :’)))

Can also be found on my AO3, TheWeirdDane, under the name, “Into the Maw of the Wolf”.

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Being a full-time prisoner was not how you had expected to spend your twenties, less so being a prisoner to Lord Karl Heisenberg of the village. He wasn’t necessarily a bad captor, but you preferred your freedom, like so many others.

He seemed to rarely shower, his grey-black hair always appearing greasy and his barely-more-than-stubble beard always scratched your face when he leaned in to sniff you. Yet, even so close, he didn’t reek, didn’t smell foul. In fact, he barely had any scent whatsoever, save for that of the cigars he always smoked.

“How are you today, my little thing?” came his powerful voice, slithering through the darkness outside the small cell. A warning, some might say, but you were generally well-behaved and had never made an escape attempt.

That was, until now.

You had no idea about the layout of the place he kept you.

Making a break for it could prove successful - or it could prove fatal.

“I’m fine. Not really much to do here,” you replied and did your best to keep calm.

Karl laughed and entered the cell, having to bend forward slightly to fit through the door. In his hands he carried a tray with a plate and a glass. On the plate was some bread - was that mould on the crust? - and in the glass, a clear liquid that was hopefully just plain water.

Upon seeing the glass, you realized how thirsty you were, and Karl had barely sat the tray on the small ‘table’, which was really just a few slabs of rock piled on top of each other, before you reached for it and gulped down the liquid.

It stung all the way down your throat, but you only noticed this when you had emptied the glass, and your eyes widened. You looked up at Karl who grinned menacingly and squatted down in front of you.

“You really shouldn’t drink that quickly, or you’ll feel sick.”

“What... what did you give me?” you whispered and released the glass, letting it fall to the ground where it shattered into a million pieces.

He hummed and leaned in to sniff your cheek and temple, his stubble scratching your skin. He inhaled deeply deeply through his nose and exhaled through his mouth, a pleased sound leaving him.

“Sit down, my dear,” he murmured, but when you didn’t obey him, he shoved you back, and you stumbled over a couple of rocks that eventually made your ass connect with the ground. You hissed in pain.

“I said, sit, thank you.”

Scowling at the man, you noticed how your vision began spinning. Slow at first, but the longer you waited, the faster and harder the world spun. You reached out to put a hand on the wall for support, despite already sitting down, and you breathed faster.

Karl moved close and put a hand on your cheek. As if you were a puppy wanting to receive pets, you leaned your head into his hand, and he snorted.

“What did... what did you give me?” you asked quietly, words already somewhat slurred.

“Nothing long-lasting, I promise.”

“Fuck... fuck you,” you whispered and pushed at his chest. He didn’t budge, but merely laughed, and then he pushed you. Like a drunk, you fell on your back, and Karl was over you in a second.

His hair fell around his face like heavy, grey-black curtains as he straddled your waist, and his gloved hands wandered your chest. They squeezed your breasts, and he tilted his head at the quiet gasp that left you.

“So soft,” he hummed and squeezed tighter, tighter, tighter, until you whined in pain, and he stopped. “And so responsive, too. You’ll feel so good, I bet,” he continued, his voice a low, quiet rumble. “In fact, why don’t you undress for me, sweetheart?”

You weren’t stupid - despite being drugged, you knew what he was up to.

Slowly, you shook your head and tried to buck him off, but he was heavier and stronger than you and effortlessly kept you in place. He even chuckled at your pathetic attempt of getting free.

“No? Do I really have to do all the work around here?” he sighed dramatically and grabbed the hem of your dirty shirt that was long enough to act as a dress, and tore.

The shirt was torn in two so easily that even you could have done it. It was old, worn, and filthy, but it was the only clothes you had down here, and feeling it rip and fall away made you gasp and shudder. You wanted to cover yourself, but Karl squeezed your arms close against your body with his legs, so that would take power you didn’t have.

He looked down at you, his glasses hiding his eyes and the brim of his hat nearly hiding his face.

“A man... removes his hat when... a lady is present,” you mumbled and blinked rapidly in an attempt to get the world back into focus. It was futile.

“Indeed he does, but I see no lady,” he practically growled. “Just a pretty, little play-thing.”

His hands moved from your breasts up over your chest and collarbones and finished their journey upon finding your throat. They stroked gently, almost fondly, and you felt your skin begin to perspire.

Your skin started feeling too tight for your body, or perhaps like your bones grew too big for your skin, and you were desperate to scratch and whine, but your arms were still locked firmly against your sides.

At least you could still whine out your discomfort.

“Now now, I know it might be unpleasant, but shh, wait, my dear, give it time to work.”

His hands, gloved but warm, stayed on your throat and caressed the flesh until the discomfort began dissipating and your body filled with warmth. Gradually, you relaxed and became pliant, even to the point where you didn’t try to push him away when he tryingly moved one leg, freeing your arm.

“There’s a good girl,” he practically purred. “Now, sit up for me so we can get this dirty shirt off.”

Your body felt like you had been fed lead, and you struggled to sit up. Whether he was impatient or genuinely wanted to help, Karl reached under you and pulled until you sat upright, and he watched as you, almost frantically, shucked out of your shirt so you were completely naked before him.

You looked up at him, lips slightly parted, and he tilted his head.

“Tsk-tsk-tsk. Did you get too much?” he mumbled and reached for your face. His fingers tipped your head back so your eyes got caught in the pathetic excuse of a light. You whined at the brightness. “I know, I know, kitten, let me take a look at you, okay?”

Your cheeks burned, but everything was spinning and swimming, and you felt so heavy you were afraid of falling backwards, so your long and slender fingers curled tightly in his dark khaki-green coat.

Karl mumbled something so quietly that it must’ve been for him only, and carefully examined your eyes, pulling your eyelids so your eyeballs were more visible.

“Damn it,” he hissed and let go of your face. He was about to pull back, but, sensing this, you were overpowered by a sense of dread, and you tugged on his coat while another whine escaped you.

“Don’t... don’t leave,” you whispered, surprised to find your voice so swirly and soft, and looked down, embarrassed at suddenly being so needy. Especially for your captor - what the hell had he drugged you with?

Karl chuckled darkly and cupped your face. Before you really knew what was happening - everything was still messed up - you felt his stubble against your lips, and then his mouth on yours. You opened your eyes wider, then slowly closed them when heat surged through you, and you clutched at his coat.

A small, almost timid moan left you, and Karl snorted softly, and his hands shifted so that only his thumbs were on your cheeks, the other fingers on your neck. It pulled a sigh from you, and you opened your eyes a sliver, finding that he was looking at you. It was hard to see in the dim light and with your impaired vision, but his pupils appeared to be dilated.

“Good girl,” he rumbled and slowly pushed you to lie on your back. You obeyed without a fuss, but when it looked like he was about to pull away, you whimpered and tugged on his coat again.

“Don’t worry, kitten, I won’t leave you,” he promised and stroked a finger from your lips, down over your chin and chest, before he shuffled back enough to spread your legs. The air fanning over your cunt was like a bucket of cold water to the face, and you gasped loudly before trying to close your legs again.

He tut-tutted at you and gave your thigh a light slap, after which he ran a finger between your folds.

The touch was firm and strong, and it sent sparks through you, making you gasp again and clench your hands into fists.

“It feels good, doesn’t it?” he rumbled, and although you couldn’t see him - you had closed your eyes to the swimming and spinning of everything - you had a feeling he was watching you. He stroked you again, pulling a whimper from you; a whimper that stretched into a shaky moan when he slipped the finger inside you and, without warning, began thrusting.

Just like the initial touch, the thrusts were firm and came quickly, and it didn’t take long before your breathing was tattered and in rags. Your hands were fists, and when he moved his finger in a particularly good way, you weakly banged them against the floor as a cry escaped you.

“Don’t be shy, pet. Down here, you can be as loud as you want,” he practically purred, and then he inserted another finger, and the thrusts increased in power and pace.

Now gasping and panting and moaning for your life, you reached a clumsy hand out to grab hold of him, and you found his arm, and you squeezed it tightly as he continued to fuck you with his fingers. They were thick and gloved, and the seams of the gloves scratched against your insides, but... it was good. It didn’t hurt like it should, instead made it feel rougher, more brutal, and, as it turned out, you were all about that.

“Please,” you whispered and craned your neck, staring back into the wall behind you, when he had to use a bit of force to shove in a third finger. “Please, don’t--- don’t stop...”

“Oh, I don’t intend to. I’ll keep going until you beg me to stop.”

“Will--- will you stop then?”

“Not a chance.”

You don’t know what had come over you that had you whining for more - it was sure to be the drug, whatever it had been. Karl Heisenberg was greasy and nasty, and if he stooped low enough to drug you, then he was anything but a pleasant man.

Yet, when he removed the belt from his pants, you couldn’t help but wonder if he would perhaps smack you with it. If he would wind it around your neck and pull until you were gasping for air. If he would tie your hands together to restrict your movement.

You couldn’t tell if it was the drug talking, or if the drug had simply eliminated the barriers that had been there, meaning you had always dreamed of those things - and frankly, that scared you.

Karl wound the belt around his hand and pulled down his pants. At the rustling of fabric, you lifted your head, eyes wide, and stared at him. He wasn’t wearing any underwear, and his cock, even though only half-hard, was huge.

“Do you like what you see?” he asked with a smug smile and took it in hand, stroking it slowly and groaning with each stroke.

You couldn’t help but nod, and before you knew of it, you sat up, and your mouth watered so much that it spilled over your lips.

“Do you mind giving me a hand? Or, heh, a mouth?” he grinned.

He didn’t wait for an answer before he fisted his hand in your hair and pulled you forward, pushing his cock in your face. You moaned and tried to lick him, but then he pulled you back by the hair, and although it hurt, it didn’t hurt as much as being denied licking and sucking his smelly cock.

You whined and looked up at him. He had removed his sunglasses, and as you gazed into his eyes, he grinned.

“Trust me, kitten,” he murmured and slowly pulled you forward again, smushing his cock against your cheek. A moan escaped you, and you didn’t break eye-contact as he ground himself against your face.

When he first moaned, it sent a shiver down your spine and another whine rolled out of your mouth.

“That’s it, good girl,” he growled repeatedly as his cock twitched and grew hard, and the second he was completely erect, he pulled your mouth against his cock. You didn’t waste any time in opening wide and closing around the tip of his cock.

He was widest just below the head, and only marginally more narrow by the base. Just an inch or two shy of being as wide as a closed fist, it was a struggle to take him in your mouth, but the heat in your belly and chest forced you to do your best, not to mention the hand in your hair.

You gagged, struggled, and squirmed, but he was adamant that he remained in control, and moved his hands to your face to more efficiently control the speed at which you worked.

His cock stretched your lips as wide as they could, and a bit more, it felt like, and he growled loudly as he fucked your face. He tasted bitter and salty, and now that he was exposed as well, he reeked, enough that your eyes watered - although that could be from the gagging as well - but you found that it only fueled your lust.

You realized, after a minute or two of struggling to suck him off, that your thighs were sticky with your own juices, and you whined weakly.

“Does it feel that good, pet?” he asked, his voice rough, and stroked your cheek with a thumb before slapping you. It shocked you, and your eyes widened, yet it set your loins ablaze.

You moaned feebly around his thick girth, and he raised an eyebrow.

“Do you like that? Being slapped?”

Your cheeks answered the question by heating up, almost embarrassingly so, and you didn’t need to moan or whine or whimper to indicate that yes, you did indeed like that very much.

The next slap stung, and tears welled up into your eyes. His thrusts came harder and faster, the tip of his cock pushing down into your throat and making you gag each and every time, and the tears spilled and trailed down your cheeks. He moaned and hissed, and the sounds were deliciously gruff, making you squeeze your thighs together and close your eyes tightly.

“Look at me,” he snarled, and your eyes immediately snapped open to lock on his face. “Good girl,” he then praised and stroked your cheek, and you could feel his cock twitch in your mouth and throat.

A few seconds later, and he pulled out, making you cough and breathe deeply.

“There’s a good pet,” he murmured, and the stroke of your cheek was followed by a sharp slap that rattled the teeth in your skull. You let out a soft sob, but it was out of pleasure and far from pain.

You rubbed your thighs together and breathed hard and fast, and Karl picked up on it like a bloodhound picking up on a scent.

“Lay back for me, doll,” he ordered, and oh, how wonderfully gruff and deep his voice had become!

You obeyed, of course, without making a fuss, and looked up at him as he lowered yourself onto your back. He grinned and licked his lips. Your gaze, less spinning and more normal, fluttered to his cock, glistening with pre-cum and your spit, and you whimpered upon imagining what it would feel like in your cunt.

“Please, hurry,” you whined and spread your legs in invitation. He accepted the invitation and pulled on your legs until his cock pressed against your cunt.

“Are you ready, kitten?” he asked on a growl, but didn’t wait for an answer before he slammed inside you, making you cry out and lean your head back. He groaned and grabbed your thighs to keep you in place as he fucked you.

His pace was quick and merciless, and his cock forced itself deep in you, battering against your cervix with each thrust and making you scream with pain-laced pleasure.

His stench was much greater now as it mixed with sweat, and your eyes watered again, but you couldn’t help but moan and sob in delight as Karl pounded into you, filling you so good.

“What--- what can I call you?” you asked brokenly, and felt your stomach tighten up and fill with heat, and you knew you weren’t many minutes away from reaching euphoria.

“Anything your filthy little heart desires,” he groaned and slammed inside you, faster and faster, and you had a feeling he was close, too.

“Sir,” you gasped, and uttering the word made your heart skip a beat and your cunt clench.

Karl moaned loudly and let your legs fall to the ground to instead lean down on top of you and kiss you. It was messy and sloppy, and there was saliva everywhere, yet you couldn’t remember having been happier or felt better.

“Sir!” you cried out as the knot in your stomach suddenly came undone, and euphoria washed over you while your cunt pulsed and clenched rhythmically.

Karl let out a feral growl and mercilessly fucked you through your orgasm until he, too, reached his climax and spilled inside you with a thunderous roar. As he released himself, the sounds of him slapping against you became slick and wet, and it was equal parts disgusting and delicious. You could feel his cum and your juices drip out of you in a wonderfully filthy combination.

“Sir--- please, don’t stop,” you sobbed and wrapped your arms around his neck, kissing him like your life depended on it. His stubble scratched you, and it was the most amazing feeling that nearly sent you into your second orgasm.

He only stopped when his cock went flaccid, and then he pulled out with a shaky groan.

Cum and juices oozed out of you, and your fingers twitched in his semi-long, grey-black hair.

When he moved away, you whined pathetically, and in return, he chuckled and planted a kiss on your stomach.

Then he got up from the ground, looped the belt back into the hoops of his pants, zipped up, and picked his sunglasses out of a pocket of his coat.

“The pleasure was all mine, little pet,” he murmured and slapped your thigh gently before moving to the cell door.

You whined again and sat up, looking up at him and only vaguely registering that your vision no longer swam or spun.

“Don’t go, please,” you whispered.

“Don’t worry, I’ll be back before you know it. You need lunch, too, right?” he said with a grin, winked, and exited the cell, locking it behind him and leaving you all alone, with only the rats for company.

When his footsteps receded and eventually disappeared, you curled up on yourself and tried to get some rest.

It was useless - even without the drug, you couldn’t stop thinking about him, and you couldn’t wait for him to come back.

#text #not monsterfucking #resident evil 8 #karl heisenberg #dirty talk #dubious consent #non-con #age difference #light dom/sub tones #reader #reader insert #female reader

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conniespringerblkwife · 3 years

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Betrayed... Again (Final)

(Eren Jaeger x Female Marleyan Reader | NSFW)

Part 1, Part 2, Series List

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A/N: This story will have slight season 4 anime spoilers, if you have not watched it. For the last time, I am not pro-Marleyan, just a story that came to mind. Also I want to thank the people who supported my story. It will be great if you guys could leave feedback.

Warnings: Slight Spoilers, Angst, Smut: Female oral (receiving), Fingering, Rough sex, Over stimulation

Summary: Nurse Y/N thinks the people of Paradis are growing on her. Is it because of their ignorance? Or is it because she is in love with one of them.

*3,305 words*

Songs I listened to while writing:

TiO (Take it Off) by Zayn

The commander would occasionally lift up their glasses as they read a book about Eldian history. They offered you tea but you declined because you didn't trust them; you didn't trust any of these people. You then wondered if there were others that were kidnapped just like you on this island. If you could find your people, you can probably come up with a plan to get out of here.

"How much do you know about Eldian history Nurse Y/n?" The commander asked you as they lifted their glasses for the nth time. You stayed silent. You didn't need to say anything to this devil. Also how come they didn't know anything about the Eldian history? Arent they technically Eldians?

The commander then spoke again, "Nurse Y/N, I think we can be friends and work together. Aren't you a nurse? Dont you want to help people?"

"Help my people, not you island devils." you scoffed and crossed your arms as your eyes traveled to the floor. "What do you want?"

"I'm curious to what kind of history you learned over in Marley to make you guys hate us so much." This made you look up.

"You seriously don't know." They stared at you blankly and that's when you knew they were telling the truth. "You're ancestors betrayed us Eldians in Marley." You said sternly, "We have been oppressed for thousands of years and you get to be hidden behind walls, unaware of the tragedies your ancestors have committed."

You were now looking at them and they splayed their hands across the table. "But that was a thousand years ago? What about the people now? The millions of people that lost their lives? Why did they have to die?" The way they innocently asked these questions made you sick to your stomach. You couldn't believe they were serious about everything coming out of their mouths.

Before you could say anything else, Levi walked in. "I'm taking Nurse Y/n back to her cell. Get some rest Ha-Commander." You heard him stuttered over his words, and you assumed he was trying not to say the commander's name.

Walking through the hallways with Levi back to your cell was silent, until you stopped and turned to him. "Levi, do your people really not know anything?" He continued walking and you rolled your eyes as you followed along.

You were now in your cell as you sat on the edge of the hard bed staring at the floor. "Even if what you know is true or not, it's not like that anymore. My comrades didn't sacrifice their life for this." Levi said and then left you with only the light from the candle flickering.

Your stared at the ceiling as you laid in bed, thinking about your childhood.

In Marley, once you turned a certain age, you need to start thinking about what you want to do with the rest of your life. Some thought about becoming a warrior or a teacher, but you decided to become a nurse.

The moment you chose that for yourself, that's all you were taught. You took history classes, but it taught you the same phrase that was pounded into you since you were brought into this world. "You must serve Marleyans if you want to end oppression" or "The Eldians on the island are devils."

You hated Marleyans, but you were taught that it was your ancestors fault so you had to serve them in order to atone for their sins. You always wondered if the traitors were the reason why Eldians on Marley suffered. Maybe if they all were dead, your people could be free.

You thought about how your mother would make sure you had your armband on before going out to the public. You have heard horrible stories about Eldians being punished for forgetting their armbands or wearing them wrong. You didn't know why you were crying, but you couldn't help the tears spill and run down the sides of your temples into your hair because you were laying on your back. You then heard someone whisper your name and your head quickly shot up. It was Eren.

Your heart leaped out of your chest as you stared at the man before you. He was wearing an olive shirt with black pants and his hair still in a bun. You threw your legs to the side of the bed and walked towards him. You wrapped your hands around the bars and pressed your face between the gap. "Eren what are you doing here?"

He walked closer to you, "I'm here to see you, now stand back." You noticed he had a key in his hand and wondered how he got it. He opened your cell and next thing you knew you were in his arms.

Your head smuggled in his chest as you involuntarily sniffed him and noticed he had an earthy scent.

"I'll be leaving in a few days," He whispered against the top of your head. You pulled away and looked into his emotionless eyes.

"Where are you going?" Your fists scrunched up the sides of his shirt.

"To finished what I started." You knew exactly what he meant, and before you could protest, he was kissing you. Then there you were again melting in his arms, as you pulled him to your chest.

Eren gently pushed you onto the bed and slid his hands under your shirt to circle his thumbs around your nipples, while squeezing the outside flesh. Your legs wrapped around his waist as you grounded against his clothed erection. "Eren," you said his name in a breathy tone when you felt him kiss and suck on your neck.

Your gown was now scrunched up to your waist as he kneaded your thighs with his huge calloused hands. His hands slowly maneuvering to your waist, teasing the band of your underwear. One of his hands slid over your clothed folds and rubbed it gently while his other hand played with your left breast. You started to squirm from his slow intimate touches. You just wanted him inside of you. "Eren please....I just want you."

"Just wait a little longer. I want to savor you." He took off his shirt and settled himself between your legs. He pulled your panties down your ankles and kissed your inner thigh. Eren brought his face to your heat and licked your slit up and down, then circling around your clit. You grabbed his hair and wrapped your legs around his shoulders.

He slowly entered two fingers inside of you, stretching you out slowy as you pulled at his hair. The man admired the way your pretty hole swallowed his fingers.

You felt his hair tickle the skin inside of your thigh as he continued thrusting his fingers in and out of you.

You pulled at his hair to let him know his fingers wasn't enough and that you wanted more of him. "Eren please...I want all of you."

He scissored your opening and met your pleading eyes. "Be specific" His voice slicked with lust, causing you to clench around his fingers.

"I want you inside of me." You whined.

"What do you want inside of you love." He wanted you to beg for him. He wanted to know if you submit yourself to him, all of yourself, no matter what.

"I want...I want your dick inside of me." As if a switch went off, Eren removed his fingers and pushed himself inside of you, giving you no time to adjust from his fingers to his girth. (Girth is such a funny word to me, I couldn't stop laughing)

You knew you were far gone as you watched Eren moved in and out of you at a rapid pace. Marley Y/n slowly crumbled at each of his thrusts. Your pride nearly faltered as he whispered dirty words in your ear and proceeded to kiss and suck your neck, marking his territory. You were his, you belonged to him. You were drunk off of Eren, and you didn't care.

Your brain was now fuzzy after having an intense orgasm that you didn't realize Eren came inside of you.

But he still didn't stop as pounded into you and rubbed your sensitive clit. You clawed at his back from the over stimulation and you could see the steam of him healing.

Eren collapsed on top of your body and slid his hands to your back. His ear rested on your chest as he listened to your rapid heartbeat; his breath fanning your exposed skin. "I love you." He said softly as you slowly drifted off to sleep.

You were startled awake as you felt cold water splash you. You were greeted by Levi holding a barrel that once had water. "Get up." He said coldly.

As you stood up, your legs almost gave out on you and last nights events came back to you and you felt your face heat up in response. You also noticed Eren was gone, he must've left after you fell asleep. "You've been asleep for half the day." He stated and you noticed he had clothes in his hands. "Put this on." He said and left the room.

It was another gown, you noticed, but this one was scratchy.

You and Levi were once again walking through a hallway in silence. But this time he was the one to speak up, "Eren's gone...Have any idea where he could be?" Your heart pounded against your chest at his words. He said he would be leaving in a couple days.

"No. I haven't seen him." You didn't know why you lied. Well it wasn't a whole lie you didn't know anything about Eren's plans.

"No need to lie if the evidence is all over your neck. " Your hand went to your neck instinctively and you knew it was because Eren marked it up. Before you could explain yourself, the blonde boy from earlier was running towards you two. "Levi!!" he rested his hands at his knees trying to catch his breath. "One of the rooms blew up and Chief Darius was there.." He paused and looked down, "He didn't make it." He then stood up, his breathing now calmed, "There were a few survivors but are wounded very badly and we need help." He then looked over at me, "Arent you a nurse?"

You nodded your head and he continued. "Can you please help?" You made contact with his blue eyes that threatened to spill with tears.

"I can try."

The man laid unconscious on the floor and you took note of the burnt patches that littered his arms, he was lucky there weren't any on his face, just a few scratches.

You kneeled down beside the man examining the intensity of his wounds. "He would heal soon." You looked around the room for any oils and noticed they didn't have any. "Do you have any oils or remedies?" The all looked at you in confusion as if you were speaking a foreign language. You realized that Paradis was not advanced in their society, the consequences of living secluded behind the walls.

"Do you have water and cloths." You had to resort to an older method that would probably take the healing process longer. After you received the items, you wrapped the man's arms with the wet cloths.

'Thank you," The blonde hair boy said to you. "I'm Armin." He held out his hand and you took it, you felt nothing hostile coming from the boy. Was perhaps these people were growing on you?

You sat out on a balcony alone (You didn't plan on running away after Levi threatened to slice your throat) staring out into the distance thinking. You thought about everything. You thought about if everything you learned in Marley was all a lie. The hatred that has been built into your brain to despised the people on Paradis. What if that was a reason to keep you all divided? You were just a nurse, you weren't a warrior, you wasn't capable of fighting. All you could do was help after the destruction not during.

You didn't realize Armin and another person walked in, until they sat in the open chairs on the side of you. On the right was a woman with black short hair and a scar on her face. She was so beautiful.

"Nurse Y/N this is Mikasa." Armin introduced her and you two greeted each other with a nod. "Have you heard anything from Eren?" Armin spoke and you looked away.

"No."

"Please, we know he was with you last." His eyes lingered to your neck and you both looked away blushing.

"He just told me he would be leaving in a couple days and that he had to finish what he started." You whispered, "And then we made love."

You noticed the the black haired woman clenched her fists after you said the last part. "Come with us Y/n." She then said.

As you three were leaving, you all heard a crash from one of the rooms, followed by shouting. Armin and the woman rushed towards it and you followed along. You were greeted by a blonde girl trying to stab another little girl with brown hair. Mikasa was quick to grab her arm while Armin snatched the knife from her hand.

On the side there was a little blonde boy laying unconscious, and you immediately recognized him. "Falco?" Tears threatened to spill as you rushed to his side. "What happened to him!" Half of his head was bleeding and you noticed he smelled like wine.

"I'm sorry, " You heard someone say from the corner. Why was there so many people from Marley here, you thought. You recognized the man that spoke, it was Niccolo. He would prepare dinner for the staff and patients in the hospital back in Marley. "Niccolo what did you do?" You said sternly. His head was now in his hands as he sobbed.

"He protected me." You heard the brown haired girl whisper.

"WHY!!! WHY DID YOU KILL HER!! SHE WAS NOTHING BUT KIND!!" The blonde girl screeched clawing at Mikasas tight hold.

As if the situation couldn't get worse, the devil himself, pranced in. Eren. It was as if time slowed down as you all watched him lift up his hand that was slit and had blood dripping from it. "Mikasa, Armin, Y/n, I have to tell you something."

"Eren." You breathed out his name.

You, Eren, Mikasa, and Armin sat at a round table with your hands on top because he threatened to kill you if you didn't.

"Eren what are you doing?" Armin spoke up first.

"I need to tell you guys something." Eren responded. You took this time to get a good look at his face. His eyes were cold as he stared at the blonde boy. He was slightly pale and looked like he haven't slept in days, but he looked fine yesterday you thought.

"What made you go attack Marley on your own Eren?" Armin spoke again and a lump caught in your throat as you remeber the tragedy that took place not that long ago. Eren stayed silent and his eyes now rested on the table. "Did Zeke and Yelena really trick you into joining them?"

"I am free." Eren finally said and me, Armin, and Mikasa looked at each other in confusion. "The choices I make are decided from my own free will."

"Eren don't listen to them, you're being manipulated." Mikasa spoke this time, her voice straining. "You killed kids and other innocent lives Eren!" Her deep black eyes flickered to yours. "And you even fell for one of them." You looked away tears threatening to fall. "I know you care about us more than anyone!" She was now out of her chair and pulled at her red scarf, "Eren you are kind! I know you're not like this! Remember when you gave me your scarf..."

"Hands on the table Mikasa." He interrupted her, "I had a brother to brother talk with Zeke and knows a lot more about titans than Marley."

-You furrowed your eyebrows, brother to brother? Zeke as in Zeke...Jaeger. Your mouth hanged slightly agape from this realization.

"Armin you still visit Annie don't you?" He focused his attention to Armin and you noticed how his jaw flexed. "Do you think that's your own free will?"

The blonde boy's eyes were now blown wide while Eren continued, "If memories are what shaped people, part of you is Bertholdt...Within you is the enemy with feelings for another enemy."

"Eren." you croaked your vision blurry, but the tears wouldn't fall.

"You have been manipulated by the enemy Armin."

"Eren thats enough!"Mikasa shouted.

"You too, Mikasa!!!" He shouted back causing you to flinch. You gripped at your gown to calm yourself. "The moment I told you to fight your instincts were awakened...Your people were designed to protect Eldia's King."

"No, you're wrong...It was because of you Eren." Her mouth hanged agape as tears spilled from her eyes.

"Those who aren't free live like livestock." He paused, "I always hated you Mikasa. I hate you for living like a slave, willing to obey any orders I give. IT disgusts me. You disgust me."

"Eren!!!" The blonde pounced on top of the table with rage, but was then slammed to his stomach by Mikasa. The boy gasped as he looked up at her.

"Your entire life has been a waste because you didnt make your own choices." Eren spoke again but calmly and Mikasa let go of Armin as if she realized that what he has said so far may be true.

Armin took this oppurtunity to land a punch to his face. You quickly got out of your chair because the table flipped over. Before Armin could get another punch in, Eren hit him twice as hard and threw him against the case of wine. The whole shelf came tumbling down and you knew the blonde boy wasn't going to win. Eren continued punching his face with all of his strength and his face started to swell up rapidly. All you could do was watch. This wasn't Eren. "You know why we never fought before." Eren grabbed him by his shirt and kneed him in his stomach, "Because it wouldn't be a fair fight." He threw the boy to the ground. You could barely see his blue eyes anymore.

You don't know what compelled you to rush to the boy, but you found yourself checking his neck for a pulse. He was still breathing but was unconscious as you rested your hands on the side of his puffy face. "What is wrong with you?" you said, then looked up. Your tear filled eyes met with Eren's cold ones. "I thought you cared about us?" You rubbed the blonde boy's hair. "You're the real slave." You spit out and he scoffed.

"Who you calling a slave?" He clenched his fist, "You betrayed your home because you fell in love foolishly believing that I actually cared about you." Your heart dropped hearing his words. "Let's go." He said to a few people, assuming that they are on his side. "And bring the kid that killed Sasha." You forgot the kids were still here and you watched as the girl with brown hair was hauled away as she kicked her feet.

You watched as Eren left the room. The blonde boy head rested in your lap and all you felt was nothing. You weren't mad nor sad. You were just nothing. You wish you could feel one emotion, but you couldn't. "It was all a lie." The words fell from your lips as you replayed Eren's words in your mind.

You were betrayed...again.

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