#god can strike me down for my sin but until he does i will not stop

[weirdway-jester]

another dani sketch because i am nothing but completely infatuated with her

#resident lover #daniela dimitrescu #my baby girl #any art i post of her is just her conveniently half naked in a way her abs are shown #i may be sensing a pattern #god can strike me down for my sin but until he does i will not stop #im hoping if i can line it some time later but i need to sleep first #and i need to look up better references for taking off clothes #boy i wonder why pinterest wont give me anything

[navybrat817]

Sundresses and Leather

Pairing: Tattoo Artist!Bucky Barnes x Baker!Female Reader Summary: Your first date with Bucky doesn't go as planned, but that makes it all the more special. Word Count: Over 4.7k Warnings: First date, tension, flirting, brief moments of insecurity, slight feels (it's me), Bucky Barnes (he's a warning, okay?). Graphics talent and thanks: Banner by @sgt-seabass. Divider by @firefly-graphics. Bucky edit by Nix. Moodboard by yours truly. Previous Part of AU: Sweet and Strong A/N: More Hottie and Sugar from our Sin on Skin AU. ❤️ Beta read by the lovely @whisperlullaby (thank you for spitballing), but any and all mistakes are my own. Please follow @navybrat817-sideblog for new fics and notifications. Comments, reblogs, feedback are loved and appreciated!

Tonight was the night. You were going out with Bucky Barnes. Excited for the date was a bit of an understatement. You may have told a few customers you had a date when they wished you a good day.

Thank God they were mostly regulars and seemed happy on my behalf.

"Maybe a sundress isn't nice enough," you told Tess, regretting the words the moment they left your mouth. She didn’t need to deal with you and your overthinking. Again.

"It's plenty nice. You’re going to look amazing,” she argued, going to check on the next batch of cookies. “And he can lift the skirt and bury his-"

"I thought you said I didn't have to get laid on my first date with him," you cut her off.

"You don't have to, but the visual alone will give him something for his spank bank later."

"Thank you for the vote of confidence," you smiled, but it quickly faltered.

You weren’t sure why a cloud drifted over your sunny disposition. Bucky was a good guy, a far cry from Richard. Gorgeous, kind, hardworking, the whole package. There was chemistry between the two of you that went beyond mere attraction. Maybe it was the fact that you were falling hard and fast for him that suddenly made you so nervous. You didn’t want to scare him away.

But he said he couldn’t stop thinking about me and he wouldn’t say that if he didn’t mean it.

Tess gave you a pointed look. “Stop overthinking. I’m begging you.”

“I’m not trying to,” you sighed, your nerves almost tempting you to grab a treat from the case. “What if I fall on my face?”

“Like Bucky would let you hit the ground. Even if you do stumble, that’s life. It isn’t going to change the fact that he likes you,” she said as you helped her with the cookies. You still had work to do. “The guy said he can’t get you off his mind and to text him whenever you want. He does not strike me as the type to just say those things and I know he doesn’t strike you as that type either.”

It took a moment, but your smile came back. She was right. Life wasn’t perfect and you were far from it, but Bucky liked you just as you are. Tonight would be unforgettable no matter what.

“I appreciate the pep talk,” you said, thankful that she told you what you needed to hear. “I’ll even tell you the dirty details if anything happens.”

“Hell yeah, you will. Remember, at this point, I’m living vicariously through you until I find my own hunk,” she winked. “But I mean it. Have fun tonight and get your man.”

I will.

After your shift, you rushed to change for your date. You somehow managed to arrive a few minutes early outside of Bucky's shop and took a deep breath to get yourself under control. Catching your reflection in the window, you smiled before you turned away. Since Bucky hadn’t given you any hint for what you were doing, you chose your nicest sundress and kept your makeup minimal. You looked and felt beautiful, though you wished you would’ve brought a jacket with you.

Maybe Bucky will let me borrow his if he has one.

“Holy shit.”

You spun around when you heard Bucky’s voice behind you, your heart fluttering as he met you on the sidewalk. Instead of the jeans you usually saw him in, he wore khakis, a button up shirt, and a blue blazer that matched his eyes. He had his hair down, perfectly parted on the right side. You were so busy staring at the broad, handsome man that it took you a moment to realize he was trying to hand you something.

Flowers.

“Sorry. You just… wow,” he said as you took the small bouquet, sweeping his gaze over you as your cheeks grew warm. “You look so beautiful.”

You giggled and quickly covered your mouth with your hand, butterflies in your stomach when he gently smiled. “Don’t apologize,” you smiled back, taking a moment to smell the flowers. “You look pretty ‘holy shit’ yourself.”

His nose scrunched as he laughed and offered you his hand. “So, you’re telling me I clean up well. Steve insisted on the blazer when I said I wanted to bring my leather jacket.”

“That’s exactly what I’m saying. Though I wouldn’t have minded the leather jacket,” you said. He would’ve looked gorgeous, as always. “And thank you for suggesting we meet here. We had a last minute order and I was scrambling."

"It's no problem. One of my clients was running a few minutes late and I almost had to take you out in jeans."

"I wouldn't have minded," you said. You both worked hard and understood that things would come up from time to time. "So, where are we headed?"

He cleared his throat as he led you to his car. “Well, do you want the good news or the bad news?”

Your stomach dropped a little. “Mmm. Bad news first,” you said after a moment. “Always better to end on a high note.”

“Bad news was I had planned to take you out on my motorcycle so we could have a picnic in the park. There was going to be live music and I would’ve asked you to dance,” he explained, looking up at the sky. “But…”

“The weather called for a storm tonight, didn’t it?” you mused, a wistful smile on your face when he nodded. The image of being in his arms under the stars as music drifted through the air made your heart skip a beat. It sounded like the perfect evening.

“Yeah. The band is rescheduling,” he said, tucking his hair behind his ear as he looked at the ground. “Then I thought I could take you to this art gallery nearby. They normally have these stunning paintings of landscapes and various statues, but the current exhibit is on human sexuality and reproduction. Not that there’s anything wrong with that, but maybe it was too much for a first date.”

“Oh, come on. It couldn’t have been that bad,” you argued as he stopped and took out his phone.

“No?” he asked, tapping his screen before he showed you what you assumed was the page for the gallery.

“…That’s a giant dick,” you said before you could stop yourself, tilting your head as you stared at the phone. “And does that say BALLS?”

An older woman crossing in the opposite direction gave you an amused stare before you and Bucky burst into a fit of laughter. You had to hold on his arm to keep from collapsing on the ground. It was the funniest thing you had seen since you could remember and to think you almost saw it in person.

This date is off to a great start.

“Maybe I wanted to see a giant dick and balls,” you said once you caught your breath, pointing at him when he opened his mouth. “And don’t say ‘all I have to do is pull down my pants’ or something like that.”

But I know he has a big dick. I know.

He smirked as he started walking again. “Only if you ask me nicely, Sugar.”

He’s going to kill my ovaries.

“I’ll ask you very nicely, Hottie,” you teased, wondering exactly where you were going then. “If that was the bad news, what’s the good news?”

“I managed to get us a reservation at one of the nicest restaurants in town,” he said, standing a bit taller.

He’s trying to impress me.

“That's really nice. And I’m sure dinner will be amazing,” you assured him, hoping he didn’t beat himself up over having to change his plans. It wasn’t his fault it was going to rain. He could’ve taken you to a fast food place and it would’ve been fine because you were with him.

“Speaking of, I better get us there so we aren’t late,” he said, opening the door for you to get in. “Maybe if you agree to a second date, I can take you out on my bike and have that picnic.”

“I’d love that,” you smiled, carefully putting the flowers in your lap and trying not to appear too eager that he was already thinking of a second date. You glanced around the car when he got in and drove off, noticing it was cleaner than when he took you home days prior.

Did he clean it for me?

You grinned as he hummed along to the radio, watching as he drummed his fingers along the steering wheel. “You could’ve made it as a musician if you weren’t a tattoo artist.”

“Now you’re just flattering me, Sugar,” he said. “Believe it or not, if I wasn’t a tattoo artist, I would’ve liked to be a science teacher. I loved science and everything space related growing up.”

“Really?” you asked. He would’ve been a wonderful teacher, no matter what age group he taught. “Okay. That’s another date night.”

“What? Playing teacher?” he joked, taking his eyes off the road for a second to wink at you.

“No,” you giggled, carefully shoving his arm since he was driving. “We’re going to a science museum. That's our third date. I’m going to watch you happily geek out over everything.”

“Yeah?” he asked, glancing at you after he parked the car. “You’d do that?”

“Yeah, I would. I think it would be a blast.”

I just want to spend time with you.

A soft expression took over his features when he took your hand and brought it to his mouth. His lips lightly brushed your skin, heat pooling in your gut as he made eye contact with you. The look alone made you want to skip dinner and go right to dessert. Why not throw caution to the wind?

“I’ll make it worth your while,” he promised before he got out.

You exhaled slowly and mentally told your libido to calm down. At the very least, you had to get through dinner. He went through the trouble of getting a reservation at a nice place and you weren’t about to take that away from him.

“Oh, wow. I haven’t been here before,” you said once you got a look at the name. Richard used to brag about the place, but never actually took you. From what you remember, he said the food was supposed to be expensive. You didn’t want Bucky to splurge on you.

“I haven’t either,” Bucky admitted. A fancy place didn’t seem like his style. “But it looked romantic.”

You bit your lip as he opened the door, the flickering candlelight in the entryway alone providing an intimate ambience. The date may not have been what he planned, but he clearly did his research and put thought into doing something nice for you. When was the last time someone tried to do something nice for you? When did anyone go out of their way to make you feel special?

“Hello,” Bucky said as the hostess greeted you. “Reservation for two under James.”

James?

The hostess scanned her screen before she looked up. “I’m sorry. That name isn’t coming up.”

Bucky’s cheeks turned pink when you glanced at him. “It should be under James, miss. James Barnes. Reservation for two for 7pm. I spoke with Charles. He confirmed it.”

You moved closer to Bucky when the hostess searched through her screen again. As calm as he sounded, you sensed he was anything but inside. You hoped he wasn’t embarrassed. Maybe she skipped over his name. A simple mistake.

“Charles did make a reservation for you, but he entered it for 7pm next Friday,” she said as she looked between the two of you. “We’re fully booked tonight. I'm sorry, James.”

Oh, no.

There was a tick in Bucky’s jaw before he shook his head and you wanted nothing more than to hug him. “No, that’s… It’s for tonight.”

“I’m so sorry. I can see if we can squeeze a table in for you, but it’ll be at least an hour,” she said, shifting uncomfortably on her feet. She probably expected one or both of you to make a scene. "I can get my manager?"

Bucky swallowed when he looked at you, his cheeks still pink. The candlelight danced in his eyes, but all you saw was sadness. No. You wouldn't allow that. This was your first date and it was going to be amazing.

You put a hand on his arm, his muscles relaxing under your touch. "It's okay. I know this amazing place that’s right around the corner."

"Are you sure?" he asked, the hostess visibly relaxing when you nodded.

"You have a good evening," you said to the hostess and tugged Bucky back toward the door. "I'm sure. Trust me. We may even beat the rain if we walk now."

“Okay,” he said, avoiding your gaze as you left. “Fuck. This is the worst first date, isn’t it?”

Your heart broke for him. All he wanted was to give you a nice evening and everything he tried fell through. “Not even close. And you have nothing to apologize for. Charles messed up the reservation, Hottie, not you.”

“Yeah, he did,” he said, his lip tugging like he wanted to smile. “I just really wanted tonight to be special and since I couldn’t give you the date I planned, I wanted to at least give you something nice. I couldn't even do that.”

Hearing that made you stop, even when you felt the first raindrop. "Tonight is special because you're spending time with me. That's all I wanted," you promised, squeezing his hand for good measure.

"That's really all?" he asked as he squeezed your hand in return.

"Well, not completely," you teased as another raindrop landed on your shoulder. "Maybe a kiss at the end of our date."

A wide smile formed on his face as he leaned in, not quite kissing you. "Whatever you want, Sugar."

As romantic as it was to stand on the sidewalk with him, the rain began to come down harder and had you rushing with him around the corner. “If you're still disappointed, you’ll feel much better when we eat. Antonia’s has the best food,” you said, holding out your hand in a grand gesture as you arrived. “Tada!”

Antonia's was a bit of a hole-in-the-wall kind of place. Not extraordinary on the outside, but lively and bright on the inside. The food and service were top notch. It was one of your favorite places.

“Wait, Antonia's?” he asked, a twinkle in his eyes. “This is where you’re taking me?”

“Yeah,” you replied, suddenly nervous as you faced him. Did he not like it? “Is this okay?”

“This is one of my new favorite restaurants,” he said.

No way.

"Seriously?"

"Seriously. I designed one of Antonia's tattoos. And I decided to check out the place."

He's full of surprises.

"Then you know you're in for a treat," you winked.

The hearty aroma of the restaurant filled the air as you went inside and wiped some of the rain off your dress. Antonia was speaking with the hostess as you went up to the stand. The owner was involved in virtually every part of her restaurant.

"Welcome to…" Antonia began as she looked at you, then at Bucky, then back at you. "Oh! You two… it's a date!"

Antonia looks so happy.

"Hi. And yes. We're on a date," you giggled when Bucky sheepishly smiled. It was sweet. "You wouldn't happen to have a table for two available, would you?"

Antonia put her hand over her heart and flagged down a waiter with the other. "Lover's special for these two. Go."

You exchanged a look with Bucky, who appeared just as confused as you were. "Lover's special?"

"Yes, yes. Come with me," she said, patting Bucky's cheek before she took you through the restaurant. You expected her to seat you at one of the few empty tables, but she passed them to take you to a door in the back. "Tonight is special and that means a special dinner."

Your eyes widened at the sight before you once she opened the door. There was a lone table in the middle of the room, flowers similar to the bouquet Bucky gave you sat in the center. Unlike the bright main room, the dimmed lights gave the room a romantic glow.

Perfect.

"Peter will serve you. And if you need anything, just ask, okay?" Antonia asked, putting her hand over her heart again. Were there tears in her eyes? "Two of my favorite customers. Together! Enjoy!"

You had to pause and swallow the lump in your throat once she left you alone. A restaurant owner showed more enthusiasm for your date than your mom did for anything that involved you. She likely never would.

"You okay?" Bucky asked, pulling out your chair.

"I'm fine," you replied, refusing to let the thought of your mom damper the evening. "A little chilly. I should've brought a sweater with me."

Bucky removed his blazer and put it around you, tenderness in his blue eyes as he rubbed your arms. "I can't wait to see you in my leather jacket," he said, helping you take your seat before he took his.

Oh, he's going to give me his jacket? Am I going to only wear his jacket? Fuck.

"Thank you," you said, inhaling as he rolled up one of his sleeves beneath the elbow and then the other. You reached across the table to lightly trace one of the tattoos on his right arm. "It was nice of Antonia to put us back here."

"Then why did you look so sad when she left?"

He caught that?

"She just looked so happy to see us together and I didn't expect that. It's nice that someone is rooting for us," you said, tracing your finger along his wrist before you stopped. "I'm sorry. I should've asked before I started touching."

"Don't apologize. I like your touch," he said in a low voice.

You lifted your gaze, seeing fire in his eyes that had nothing to do with the dim lighting. When he turned his hand over to hold yours, you made no move to pull away. You wished you could put your hands all over him.

"Hi! I'm Peter!" The waiter greeted as he brought water to the table. Bucky didn't let go of your hand. "I'll be taking care of you tonight."

"Only one taking care of my girl tonight is me," Bucky said. As much as you loved hearing that, you were glad he gave poor Peter a tiny smile so he could relax. "I'm kidding. It's good to see you, Peter."

"Y-You, too, Mr. Barnes. And you, Miss. You have the best cupcakes in town."

"Thanks," you smiled, quickly putting in your order before you gazed at Bucky. "So, James. Tell me more about you. How long have you been friends with Steve?"

"James is my first name. Everyone calls me Bucky," he chuckled before he shook his head. "And that punk."

You smiled softly as you listened to Bucky, not at all surprised by how easily the conversation went. Steve was his best friend since childhood and they served together before they went into business together. It was evident that he took pride in his shop and respected everyone who worked there. He carried the same affection in his tone when he spoke about his sister, Rebecca. He liked to frequent art galleries with Steve, but also enjoyed riding his bike, reading, and everything science in his spare time.

I could listen to him talk for hours.

"You know, you haven't said much about yourself," he pointed out as he set his napkin on his empty plate.

"I haven't?" You asked.

"No, you haven't and I don't want to monopolize the conversation," he said, leaning forward to give you his full attention. "I want to know more about you."

You tightened the blazer around you, unsure of what to say. "My life isn't exactly exciting," you said, wishing you could think of something clever or fun to discuss.

"Doesn't have to be exciting. I just want to know you," he said before Peter showed back up.

"Would you like to look at the desert menu?" he asked as he took your plates away.

"I think you can bring the check. We're going to skip dessert," you answered, giving Bucky an assuring smile when he frowned. "Let's go to my shop instead."

If Bucky wanted to really know you, you had to tell him more of your story. Your bakery was the only place to do it. And it would be the perfect way to end the evening.

After you left the restaurant, with Antonia asking you to come back again, Bucky drove as safely as he could to the bakery. The rain didn't let up at all. You shrieked as you struggled to get the keys out of your purse, Bucky's blazer now soaked the longer you stood there. "Why didn't I get these out when I was still in your car?!" You shouted over the downpour.

"Why didn't I bring an umbrella?!" He yelled back, putting his hands over your head as if they would protect you.

The two of you practically fell through the door once you unlocked it and shut off the alarm. "We made it," you laughed, careful not to slip on the floor. He had his arm around you just in case. Tess was right, He wouldn't let you fall. "I'll get us some towels and you have your pick of any dessert I have in the fridge."

"You have any cupcakes?" He asked.

Your breath caught in your throat when you stepped back and caught the outline of multiple tattoos through his soaked shirt. "Yeah."

"See something you like?" he smirked, running a hand through his wet hair.

Fuck me.

"I do," you said, glancing down at yourself. "But I'm freezing and I owe you dessert."

Tess might also have words if I let Bucky ravage me by the front door.

You took Bucky to the kitchen and grabbed a few towels. It wouldn't dry you off completely, but it would help. You also put on some soft music. Not to set the mood necessarily, but just in case.

"So, this is where the magic happens," Bucky said, running the towel along his exposed skin.

"It is," you said, placing your hand on the counter. "You said you wanted to know me. It starts here."

"In the kitchen?"

"In the kitchen," you repeated, going to the fridge to take a container of cupcakes out. "I used to visit my grandparents every weekend when I was growing up. My dad wasn't around and my mom said it was for family quality time, but she never stuck around. The reality was that I cramped her style and she passed me off to them because she knew they wouldn't say no."

Bucky's jaw clenched as you let him take a cupcake. "I'm sorry."

"It's not your fault," you said, gripping the lid tightly before you closed the container. "I remember crying because I wanted to take dance classes and try and make friends. My mom said I would be a terrible dancer and that it would be a waste of time and money. A great thing for a kid to hear, right?"

"Jesus," he whispered.

It wasn't exactly the happiest conversation to have, but you wanted to show Bucky a part of you that you didn't show to most people. "My grandma wiped my tears away and brought me into her kitchen. Said she had the perfect cure for the blues. Baking. And that's what we did every weekend until I got old enough to look after myself."

"Your grandma sounds amazing," he said, carefully examining the cupcake in his hand. "And baking became your passion."

"It did. She taught me to pour love into every creation I make. And that's what Tess and I do for others. If someone is having a bad day, at least they can have a treat and feel a little better," you said, pride in your eyes as you looked around. "My grandma supported my dream, but my mom almost disowned me for wanting to run this place. It isn't good enough in her eyes."

I'm not good enough.

Bucky's nostrils flared as he set the dessert down. "Your business isn't good enough for her? What the hell? It's flourishing. I can barely find a lull to come in to get some undivided attention. And your customers love you. She should be proud of you."

His defense of you was heartwarming. "Doesn't matter how successful my business is. She wanted me to marry rich, probably so she could get money from me, but I didn't. She berated me when I broke up with Richard. No matter what I do, I'm never going to be good enough in her eyes," you told him, patting the counter with your hand. "But this makes me happy and that's enough."

"That's why you were sad that Antonia was so happy about our date, wasn't it? Because your mom either doesn't or wouldn't support it," he guessed, reaching for you and pulling you into his arms. "She'll probably hate me. I'm not rich. Covered in tattoos."

"I don't care what she thinks of you. I don't need a rich guy or fancy dates. I just want someone who can provide companionship and support. Someone who respects and cares for me," you said, wrapping your arms around him. "A good, hard-working guy like you deserves the same."

It was too soon to voice it, but Bucky was the kind of man you needed in your life. Someone you could share parts of yourself with and know he wouldn't judge. A man who made your heart race beyond lust.

A partnership.

He stared deeply into your eyes and you had no idea what was going through his head, but his gaze told you so much. How could a pair of eyes be so expressive? "You're perfect, Sugar, and more than enough. You hear me?"

Tears welled up in your eyes before you blinked them away. He sounded sincere and unashamed at his declaration. You hadn't done anything to deserve such praise. "No, I'm not," you whispered.

"You are to me. You took a chance and asked me out. Soothed me when tonight didn't go the way I thought it would," he said, gripping your chin to recapture your gaze. "And you trusted me enough to share something vulnerable with me when you didn't have to. It means everything."

"I feel like I can open up to you," you said as the two of you slowly swayed to the beat. You couldn't remember why you were nervous about your date to begin with.

"And I'll take care of you. I mean it."

I hope he knows I'll take care of him, too.

"You know," you began with a soft smile. "Our first kiss was in your shop."

"It was," he smiled.

"So I think it's only fair that we have our second kiss in my shop," you said.

"You did say you wanted a kiss to end our date," he said, bringing a hand to the back of your neck, but giving you a chance to stop him.

You didn't.

Even though you expected it, you still gasped when he molded his mouth against yours. Your heart pounded furiously in your chest, making you both eager and pliant as he licked his way across your lips. When he brushed his tongue against yours and took possession of your mouth, you mewled. Desire nearly blinded you from the taste of him.

I want more.

"I don't want our date to end," you breathed, clutching his arms to steady yourself.

"It doesn't have to," he said, resting a hand on your hip. His eyes were dark and full of want. To have him look at you that way, how could you possibly end the evening with one kiss? Why deny yourself what you both wanted?

"No, it doesn't," you agreed with a coy smile. "So. My place or yours?"

So. How do we think the evening will go? Love and thanks for reading! 💙

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[delphiealmond]

A Fallen Apple From The Apple Tree

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Pairing ➸ Lucifer Morningstar x Alastor

Synopsis ➸ Lucifer Morningstar believed that Heaven was a sanctuary, the best place for a soul to be in. Growing up with his brothers was the easy part, until God summoned him and his older brother Michael to guard over the portal between realms. Slowly, Lucifer begins to see how frightful Heaven really was. Sought out to defend the sinners of Hell, tragedy strikes among the Archangels. But a familiar face makes Lucifer think that maybe defending his opinion wasn't the worst idea he could've had. Does this familiar face bring him peace? Or does Lucifer end up getting stuck in another twisting cycle of lies and betrayals?

Warnings ➸ 18+, swearing, depictions of death

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Chapter Nine (3.9k)

The room was swallowed in darkness. The curtains all pulled closed around the room, the only source of light was the bright candles that were lit aflame. The lights flickered with energy, the energy that was feeding the room. 

Each chair was taken, filled by a ruler who may not have wanted to be there. Hell was their sanctuary, yet Satan was the one to call all of the shots. Satan was the one to pull all the strings. And his up to no good son sat next to him. 

He started to freak some of the sins out, even. They had never heard of a hellborn becoming an overlord. They never heard of an Overlord becoming so powerful, they could potentially be stronger than the Goetias. 

Perhaps it was the way he sat, or the way he held himself. He wreaked of power, of independence. As if this little meeting was pure entertainment to him. Some of the sins couldn’t fully believe that such a sweet, little boy, could become a man who doomed almost all of the Wrath Ring. 

Yet, there he sat. Right next to his father. Hands folded on top of the table, while he awaited his father’s words. His ears, groomed and upright, his eyes red and devilish. He fit the role of a ruler's son, yet all sins knew he could never be anything close to it. 

“Extermination day is around the corner.” Satan muttered, leaned back in his chair as he barely made eye contact with the other sins. “And I understand that it means nothing to some of you. The angels don’t get close enough to affect you.” He glanced around the room. 

“Mammon, Asmodeus, Levi, and Belphie.” He looked among the tables at the residing leaders. 

“I understand that you have something to say about the extermination?” 

“Yeah, callin’ upon us to do this conversation is bullshit.” Mammon spoke. “I mean, we don’t even get a chance to see an angel in Greed, so I don’t know why we’re here.” 

“It’s not just that,” Asmodeus added, raising a hand. “To some,” He glared at Mammon. “This doesn't matter. But I know that the Gluttony ring as well as the Wrath ring go through quite a bit of havoc when this happens. And some of us, Levi and I, are willing to offer some kind of help to protect your rings.” He said. 

“Your offering..?” Satan asked, a frown on his face. 

“Of course.” Asmodeus frowned. “I hate to see our people get hurt. Yeah, I know they’re not my people or Levi’s people, but it’s important to know that we got your back. You call on us, and we can give you whatever you need to help.” He said. 

“Pfft,” Mammon rolled his eyes. “Makes me think maybe you’re a little too… Greedy, to be in the spotlight Asmo.” 

“I am not, thank you very much.” Asmodeus raised an eyebrow, glaring at the green clown. 

Satan took a deep breath as he closed his eyes. 

“Right now, all we know is that we’re being faced with the angelic army coming down to kill our sinners. But more importantly, the overlords.” He said. 

Alastor turned his head to his father, a confused expression on his face. 

“With the power overlords have, they have the chance to protect us, the six deadly sins. Angels know that. Sadly, overlords are our last line of defence.” 

“What should we do then…?” Bee asked, a frown on her face as she leaned against the table. “Do we hide the overlords…? They won’t listen to us.” 

“I say we do nothing.” Satan spoke. 

“Woah, serious?” Levi asked, looking between Satan and Alastor. “Dude, your son is an overlord.”

“And I know he’s going to be just fine.” Satan looked at Alastor. “Right?” Alastor eased into a smile, giving his father a firm nod. 

“Exorcists are mere weaklings upon the overlords. If an angel gets their hands on one of us, all of us will fight back.”

“Especially if it’s Miss Rosie, right??” Mammon smirked, shooting a look over at Alastor. The man simply ignored Mammon as he was raised to do. 

“Besides, among the overlords, we have our own way of fighting back. None of you sins need to worry about our own safety or your own.” 

“Alastor,” Asmodeus spoke, looking at the son of Satan. “That may be fine for Wrath, but… Gluttony doesn’t have that many overlords. I don’t know if they have any.”

“Barely,” Bee said, a frown on her face. “Gluttony isn’t about fighting, it’s about indulging in the many things provided. In food and drinks, passions. We don’t have overlords taking souls and calling upon them when needed. The closest thing we have to it is… I don’t know, maybe the hellhounds?” She suggested, looking at Alastor as well. 

The man looked between the two of them. He thought for just a moment before he smiled more, closing his eyes. 

“Very well then, I will talk with the overlords of Wrath and discuss a plan on how to keep Gluttony safe this time around. Maybe use the souls we have to guard you?” He suggested, looking at Bee. 

She couldn’t quite read him the way she could others. Taking a deep breath, she nodded before looking at Asmo and Levi. 

“Even with that in mind, I think Gluttony will gladly take some of your help.” 

“And Wrath as well.” Satan added, glancing at Alastor. The boy’s ears flattened against his head, an unimpressed expression etched into his face. “Even with the overlords, Al, we still gotta do what we have to, to stay as safe as we can be.”

“In Hell, of all places?” Alastor asked, looking up at his father. “We are in Hell, a dead body and a fight is nothing scary.” 

“It is for some of the rings.” Levi said. “Lust, Envy, Sloth and Greed are kind of well off. We don’t have dead bodies laying in the streets. We don’t have fights going on every hour.” He explained. 

“Exactly,” Asmodeus smiled. “Lust and Envy especially.” Alastor hummed, giving a small nod as his ears slowly perked back up. 

“Fine then.” 

Satan sat tall, looking at each sin. 

“Extermination day is in five days. Bee, Asmo and Levi. Be prepared.” 

“And what do we do?” Mammon asked, gesturing to Belphie and himself. “Just sit around and do nothing?”

“Carry on like nothing’s going on, yes.” Satan stood from his spot. “That’s all for today." 

“That’s bullshit..” Mammon stood from his spot. “That’s annoying.” 

Satan watched as each sin stood from their seat and left the room, yet, Beezlebub hesitated. 

Looking back at both Satan and Alastor, she had a few more questions. And maybe this might just be her chance to ask. 

“Satan?” 

“Bee, what’s up?” Satan asked, crossing his arms over his chest. 

“After extermination day, what then…? I doubt the overlords are going to want to help every year.” She gestured to Alastor. 

“Oh come now, dear,” Alastor waved his hand, a bright smile on his face. “Most of the overlords are loyal! Though I do have to admit, some of them you have to do a favour for in return for them helping, but I’m sure the overlords wouldn’t bat an eye in helping you out, my darling.” He smiled. 

Bee wrung her hands, giving Alastor a small nod. 

“What do I owe you then?”

“Me?” Alastor gestured to himself. He faded into the shadows, appearing beside her as he rested a hand against her arm. “You owe me nothing dear, hound. Think of it as a favour offered by a dear friend.” He smiled. 

Beezlebub gave a small nod. 

“Thank you, Alastor.” He welcomed her with a bow of his head before he headed back over to the table. 

~~~~

It was hours before extermination day. Exorcists were preparing, sharpening their spears and filling on energy drinks. The Heavenly sky, bright and beautiful oranges and blues as the suns began to rise among the day. 

On a day like this, Lucifer would be tucked in bed, fast asleep, Duckie to his side. Not a care in the world as he slept, dreamed of the lands he wished to touch. Yet here he stands, in front of the angelic army, exorcists behind him as he wielded the sword of God. Barely any armor covered his body as both Raguel and Zadkiel prepared to open the portal. 

Michael, beside him, held onto his sword tightly, a firm expression on his face as he readied himself. What lies ahead, neither of them could tell. The exorcists were getting riled up, ready to get their hands dirty, but Lucifer felt almost out of place. 

He wanted nothing more than to be in bed, comfortable and warm and rolling over to fall back to sleep. Yet, watching Michael, he knew he had to be here. He and Michael, it was their prophecy to do this. It was the only other way into the Hierarchy, without the years of trouble their brothers would have to face. 

“Alright,” Zadkiel looked among the soldiers, seeing their hungry movements, itching to go down to hell. Ready to shed blood among the streets of the damned. “You have 24 hours. Kill as many sinners and demons you can. Don’t get injured. Don’t get killed.” He spoke, beginning to pace back and forth in front of them. 

“You are to only touch the sinners and hellborns. If you touch any other ranking in hell, you will be punished. Take count on how many souls you’ve killed. By tomorrow, we will see who ranks the highest among you.” He continued. 

“Michael Morningstar and Lucifer Morningstar will keep the portal between Heaven and Hell safe. But, in an instance someone or something has both occupied, it is your duty to protect them with your life. I wish you all well.” He bowed his head to the army. 

Lucifer swallowed hard, grabbing onto the golden handle of the sword. He took a shaky breath as the portal opened, the symbols decorated around it, the golden glittered magic flowed like water, circling larger and larger as exorcists rushed out of Heaven, charging into Hell with no mercy. 

“Ready Luci?” Michael yelled, glancing at his brother. Lucifer took a shaky breath. He held up the sword as he nodded. 

Once all exorcists flew through the portal, Lucifer and Michael went through. Behind them, Raguel and Zadkiel stood guard from Heaven, watching among the rest of the beautiful world, unable to steal a glance down to the red, unholy section God created. 

The world around them was nearly a nightmare. The sky lingered an orange, blood red. Clouds barely drifted, almost still in the wind. The large pentagram glimmered down at them, reminding them where they were. 

Down below, the world was so large, yet seemed so small. Screams echoed through the streets. Souls begging for forgiveness, begging to be left alone. Some fought back, trying to fight against the angels, with little success. The white, angelic weapons pierced through sinners, red blood dripping and staining the streets, blending into the world of their own. 

The smell of the long dead lingered in the air, turning stomachs, and making faces green. It was a smell that was oddly familiar to Lucifer, yet Michael beside him, didn’t look well. The screams echoed through his ears, the sound of blood splattering against buildings, against roads. Michael gripped the sword in his hand as he closed his eyes. 

“You okay..?” Lucifer voiced, looking at his brother. 

“Fine.” Michael swallowed hard, opening his eyes as he looked around at the mess of what Hell really was. 

To him, it was brutal. So many sins committed, surrounding the grounds of Hell. The dirty hands of souls long lost, barely touched and reminded of what was once beautiful. He knew about this, ever since he was young. He knew the gruesome truth of Hell long before Lucifer did. Yet, looking down at it all, it felt almost fake. Like everything in the books was just a figment of words. But all around them, every inch of Hell was true. 

“How can such a place be real…?” Michael muttered. “Everywhere I look, a sin’s being committed.”

“And not just by sinners.” Lucifer added. Michael hesitated. He stole a look at his brother. The look of disgust lingered on his face, his hands gripping the base of the sword. Yet, Michael couldn’t tell what threw Lucifer off more. The sins the poor sinners were committing, or the actions of their own angels. 

“Don’t think about it.” 

Lucifer looked at Michael. 

“Easy for you to say…”

“What’s that mean?” Michael frowned. Lucifer huffed, shaking his head as he looked back down at the wrecks of Hell. 

“Don’t worry about it, Michael. Just focus.” Lucifer muttered, keeping his eyes down on the grounds of Hell. He saw things, saw souls. Saw bloodshed and murder of people who didn’t deserve it. In his eyes, at least. Yet there was no way he was going to voice such an opinion. Not in front of Michael. 

It went on for hours. The swords, though they were heavy, began to weigh more and more on their arms as they watched Angels do their jobs. Watched angels slaughter souls who were only doing what they thought was right. 

Lucifer watched as fires lit all around the city. Car crashes echoed through the streets, glass shattering as Angels forced their spears through the windshields, into the hearts of the sinners. 

The damned had no defences, not that Lucifer could see. They were either killed or to be killed. And frankly, most of them were dead before they even knew what was going on. It made Lucifer wonder what type of sins they had to commit to belong down in Hell. He wondered if the exorcist's army belonged down here instead of up in Heaven, though thoughts like that could get him reprimanded by his father. And that was something he most definitely didn’t want. 

The angels looked like they were having fun in the slaughter. Laughing with each other as they killed alongside their friends. Ruthless words spoken from their mouths that would not pass in Heaven with any chance. Things didn’t make sense. Angels didn’t make sense. 

But before Lucifer could throw down the sword, a large gold and white clocktower rang, booming through all of Hell. Exorcists stopped. Their gaze met the clock tower as some began to retreat. Twenty-four hours of hovering in the sky, watching the souls drain into the darkest pits, forced there by the angels who Lucifer thought were good. 

Some exorcists returned to Heaven with scratches, marks and bites. Some returned unscathed. Not a mark on them, yet they were covered in blood. Red and black. Colours that flashed before Lucifer’s eyes. Colours that seemed oddly familiar. 

“Lucifer!” Michael shouted. Before he realized it, Michael was in the portal, holding his hand out to his brother. Blinking, he reached up, grabbing onto his hand as he was pulled back into the Angelic world. The portal closed soon after, disappearing into gold dust that sprinkled against the ground. 

Around them, exorcists collapsed on the ground, exhausted but thrilled. Helmets thrown off to the side as smiles lingered on their faces. Blood stained their uniforms yet they didn’t bother to care. Some girls clutched onto themselves, golden blood draining from their wounds caused by the sinners who decided to fight back. 

Lucifer was careful to put the sword of God down, looking among all of the women who fought against the demons of Hell. Yet he and Michael were barely even noticed. He didn’t quite understand why they needed to be there in the first place. Not a sinner noticed them, hovering in the air. And yes, there were sinners who had wings, but didn’t bother to reach up that high. 

Sinners saw the portal, looked at the two angels and fled without a second thought, knowing their demise was imminent. 

Lucifer took a deep breath as he set down the little armor that covered his body. 

“I’m going home.” He said, looking between Michael, Raguel and Zadkiel. The two elder angels didn’t interrupt him as he headed off the platforms, away from the death he witnessed. 

“Luci..” Michael frowned, putting his own sword in its sheath. As he was about to go after his younger brother, Raguel rested a hand against his shoulder. 

“Leave him be. It’s rough to see for some.” Michael swallowed hard, watching Lucifer leave, his blue and white wings unfolding as he flew off, back to the only place he knew true comfort. 

“Is.. he's gonna be okay, right…?” Michael asked. 

“He’ll be fine.” Zadkiel said, not looking at the young archangel. 

~~~~ 

Hours had passed as Lucifer sat at his desk in his bedroom. He fiddled with his magic, playing around with the golds and blues and pinks that decorated around his fingers. Sat to the side of the desk, two little ducks that resemble Raguel and Zadkiel. Made months ago before the extermination happened. Yet, with everything that happened he should’ve been exhausted. 

He sat there though, using his magic to create the little ducks that resembled Dina and Alya. They were kind to him, and caring. He didn’t see them throughout the day, and maybe to him, that was a good thing. He wanted to still think of them as pure and kind. Not angels who murder for fun. 

Sat on his bed, a large book depicting the understanding of Hell. He hadn’t even opened it, as his fingers worked along the seams of the duck in his hand. 

He remembers spending hours working on Emily’s little duck. It mattered most to him that she received it before her big day. Perhaps a hobby that he took a liking to. Or maybe it was just something to distract his mind from the rules of Heaven. 

A gentle knock on the door didn’t even faze him as he snapped his fingers. The lock on the door turned, allowing the person outside to enter into his room. He didn’t bother to look up from his work when the soft voice spoke to him. 

“You’ve been cooped up in here since you got back…” Gabriel muttered, closing the door behind him. “Are you okay…?” He asked. Lucifer didn’t answer him. He looked down at the paper in front of him; a small doodle of Alya and Dina sat nicely on the paper. He was trying to get it right, maybe the colour of the eyes was wrong. He didn’t entirely look deep into their eyes to get the colour right. 

“Heyyy,” Gabriel knocked on the desk. “Yoohoo, big brother Luci. Are you in there?” He asked. 

Lucifer finally pulled his gaze away from the golden duck in his hand to meet Gabriel’s blue eyes. 

“Hey,” He set the duck down. “Sorry, I’ve been busy.” he leaned back in his chair, almost defeated as he looked back at the duck. “I can’t seem to get the eye colour right and I don’t feel like going back to the platforms to look at their eyes.” He explained. 

Gabriel stood there, nodding along as if he knew what Lucifer was talking about. 

“Are you gonna make one for all of us?” he asked, gesturing to the two that resembled the Elder Angels. Lucifer’s lazy blue eyes followed over to the two ducks. 

“I want to…” He muttered. “But I don’t know if I’ll ever have time.” 

“Was it that bad?” Gabriel leaned against the desk, crossing his arms over his chest. “I once read about the extermination day, and how most souls don’t know about it.”

Lucifer took a deep breath as he looked at Gabriel. 

“You shouldn’t be reading about it. It’s not for children.”

“I’m not a child.” Gabriel stood straight. “I’m a year younger than you, Luci. I can read what I want to read.” He wandered around the room, looking at the small collection of trinkets Lucifer had. 

A few small ducks sat in a row on his headboard. Sitting on the bookshelf, some items from Earth he crafted by memory. A silver globe that had the land of Earth on it. On his desk, pencils and pens along with stacks of blank papers, for his hobbies. Oh a bookshelf, several other trinkets along with small and thick books, yet they were almost covered in dust. 

“You don’t read much, do you…?” He asked, sweeping up some of the dust onto his finger. 

“I just don’t have the time to,” Lucifer spun around in his chair, watching Gabriel look through his things. 

“Do you remember when you shared this room with Mike?” Gabriel asked, finally sitting on Lucifer’s bed. “The room looks so much smaller now that I’m older.”

“Tell me about it…” Lucifer looked around. “This room was huge when we were kids. Our beds were on opposite sides of the room, with enough space between them to play games.” Lucifer laughed. “And of course I’d always win.” 

“Of course you would,” Gabriel commented, looking at the book that sat on Lucifer’s bed. “What’s this?”

“Uh…” Lucifer stood from his seat as he grabbed it. “It’s just something from Father’s office.”

“Did you-?!” 

“Shh!” Lucifer covered Gabriel’s mouth. “Don’t tell anyone. I’ll return it eventually.” Gabriel stared at him in shock. He had never known someone to steal from God himself. Especially Lucifer. 

“You know you could get into deep trouble if you don’t put it back.”

“I will!” Lucifer set it down on his desk, beside the little duck he had previously been working on. “Just not yet. I want to read it first.”

“What is it about?” Gabriel asked, wandering around the room. 

“You are so full of questions!” 

“Yeah, so what’s it about?” Gabriel went back to the desk and peered down at the red and gold book. The title's font almost threw him off but he was able to read it seconds later. 

“The Principles and Understandings Of the Underworld.” He read aloud. “Why do you have a book of Hell…?”

“I wanted to read it, to get to know what I’m really in for.”

“Ahh, the army, right?” Gabriel crossed his arms as he headed back over to the bedroom door. Lucifer didn’t say anything as he sat back down at his desk. “Was it okay…? Did you get hurt?”

“I’m fine, Gabriel.” Lucifer smiled softly to his younger brother. “Just a tiny bit shaken up, but other than that, everything’s fine.” 

Gabriel frowned, but gave the smallest nod. 

“You’re not lying right?”

“I’m not lying! Now go, I have stuff to do!!” Lucifer complained, sinking back into his chair. 

“Oh my stars, you don’t love me!!” Gabriel opened the door. “I was wondering how you’re doing!!”

“I do love you, I’m just busy! I’m fine, Gabriel.” 

The brunette hesitated at the door. He looked over Lucifer’s expression as he took a deep breath. He knew his older brother. And he knew his older brother wasn’t one to keep secrets from him. But, seeing him like this now, he understood that the older needed some time to himself. 

“Well, father said that dinner is going to be a big one. Don’t miss out on it,” He exited the room and grabbed the doorknob. “But don’t let him see the book.” Gabriel winked at Lucifer as he closed the door. 

Lucifer chuckled, a smile on his face as he looked over at the book.

#hazbin hotel #radioapple #radioapple au #alastor #lucifer #del's creativity

[beevean]

“Our esteemed guest is none other than my past self, brought here by some fascinating trick of fate that I am eager to understand. In the meantime, you shall defer to him as your Lord and Master; his word is only second to mine.”

Forced authority may be almost as humiliating as forced servitude, especially under the basis of being treated like a monster. Mathias is not allowed to protest, even as Dracula’s sharp smirk, almost as if he’s expecting to be thanked, sickens him to his stomach.

Dracula’s entourage reacts as Mathias would have expected. The monsters capable of more than basic intellect hiss and swipe their claws, or jeer and mock him, bowing until their snouts rub the floor – Mathias can ignore them just fine, secure in the fact that at least they won’t come to harm him. One of his Generals, Isaac, always glares at him with venom in his eyes and spits “my Lord” on the ground like a curse, to the point that Mathias suspects that the Lord’s order is the only reason he isn’t floating in the moat surrounding the castle yet. If the man is anywhere near as strong as his position (and his massive spear) implies, he should rather keep his respectful distance.

He has the chance to talk to the Prince of the castle. His own son! Born from his cursed self and cursed himself, but his son nonetheless. His long, fair hair strikes him, as it’s identical to Elisabetha’s, but he is told that the Prince was born from the Count’s second wife. 

(He has seen paintings of her, strewn all over the castle, depicted next to her child and her husband who nearly looks like a man. Hair like spun gold, bright blue eyes, gentleness radiating from her like light. Something about it makes Mathias uneasy, but he can’t quite put his finger on what, and so he decides that it’s best not to think about it.)

Would Mathias ever have a child with Elisabetha? He hopes so, perhaps once the Church leaves him room to breathe and rest. But he doesn’t have it in his heart to broach the topic of the boy’s father: the young prince hardly talks and won’t look at him and when he does there is profound sadness in his golden eyes. Although confused, Mathias acknowledges to be an unwelcome guest, and leaves him alone.

But it’s seeing Death with his own eyes that is too much to bear. It’s a sin too heavy to shoulder, and he nearly closes his eyes to not witness the unnatural sight. It’s one thing to win mortality, but to force it to bend to his will? How far will his blasphemy go? Having Death as his closest servant… no, he doesn’t deserve it.

And so seems to think the cloaked spirit, voice as frigid as the winter wind. “I will respect you on behalf of my Master, but I am not required to bow to you. You do not possess the key to my loyalty yet.”

“Yet?” he asks. “What is it? I beg you, tell me! It’s the only thing I will ever ask of you!”

“I do not divulge secrets so easily, mortal. I hold the knowledge of the future of every human being, when and where we are fated to meet, yourself included. You are not privy to this knowledge. Do not be so arrogant as to think you have the power to redirect the flow of your life.” The scythe gleams in the darkness, and Mathias can see his terror reflected on the blade. “You shall act according to your fate.”

“You are free to cover your eyes and ears, if you are too much of a coward to face the truth–”

“As if you’d have any reason to be honest, demon!”

“Why would I lie to myself?” Dracula’s smile is as putrid as a corpse.

Mathias doesn’t care about keeping his voice down, doesn’t care about keeping his decorum in front of a pale imitation of a man. “You want to break me, to bring me down to your level. You clearly oppose anyone on the side of God, and this is your twisted idea of a sick game. You won’t fool me!”

“Ah, now I remember why I left behind my humanity. Look at you,” the vampire sneers, and looms over him, eyes gleaming a diabolical red. Mathias cannot recognize his own face in him, nor his own voice in his cruelty. “Small, terrified, and so utterly laughable. Perhaps you have a point: it is hard to believe that we are the same person…”

But indeed, the fiend has one last trick up his sleeve, because he drags him – literally: his strength would be enough to tear the arm from his body – to a painting hidden behind dusty, thick curtains. 

And the subject is indeed his lovely Elisabetha, her grace preserved centuries later. It’s easy to assume that Mathias would commission a painting of his wife; and what would it be doing in the Devil’s castle, if there wasn’t a connection between him and its Lord? 

But the damndest proof of all is the fondness written all over Dracula’s harsh lineaments. It is unnatural on him. It is genuine. Now the vampire is a twisted mirror of Mathias.

The chipped engraving only says “I will love you for all eternity”, without the year of her death. Her death, he repeats in his mind, a nebulous concept, because surely Elisabetha is fine and healthy and waiting for him. But no, so far into the future, both her and Leon have long returned to the earth. Are they watching him from Heaven? Are they seeing him in this dreadful castle, side to side with the abomination he will become?

“I do hope that you’re done being stubborn.”

Mathias nods like a man being sent to the gallows.

“Please… please, Count. Just tell me what will happen to me.” His own brittle voice disgusts him. “I already know where my fate will bring: why can’t I know the path I will take?”

“I could reveal your future to you, and let the knowledge fester in you until the time comes,” the vampire muses. There is no mirth in him, which unnerves Mathias more than his usual malice. “But I believe you need to see with your own eyes what kind of God you insist on worshipping. What would forbidden knowledge solve, either way? You, Mathias Cronqvist, are powerless, and you will be until you shed your frivolous humanity.”

Something in Mathias breaks.

#beev's writing #castlevania #mathias cronqvist #an extract from my wip just because #i'm slowly getting into understanding mathias and his tragedy lol #i like giving him griffith-esque creepy lines but here he's too busy having a mental breakdown to be creepy

[arc-misadventures]

I’m Married

Willow: No matter how much we feel for one another. How much we desire to feel our touch upon each other’s skin. How we craze to embrace one another in the sinful, luscious pleasures of our bare bodies. We can never be together, my dear Sentinel…

Jaune: Why not, my Empress? What sea separates us for embracing what both our heart, and mind desire?

Willow: My husband… Cursed be his wretched existence, and blight that it has been upon my life, still lives. Though I expect in secret he has bed many of his chamber maids, I will mot fall into the depths of infidelity such as he has. No matter how much I love you, I will not sink down to his level.

Jaune: You value your family’s name, and your personal honour greatly your, Highness. However, your husband… A usurper unfitting of your name does you a great dishonour. However, if your suspicions of his infidelity are true, we can use that to your advantage, your Grace.

Willow: My advantage? How would such an act of a depraved, and deceitful man be of my benefit? The thought allow does me a great dishonour, as a woman, as a mother, much less as an Empress!

Jaune: Precisely as you say your, Grace. He does you a great dishonour, as a Mother, and an Empress. To which he must pay for.

Willow: Explain yourself.

Jaune: When you were married to the then Duke Geles, did you not make make vows before heaven, and the gods that you would l remain true, and faithful to one another?

Willow: We did, as it was our sacred duty to do so.

Jaune: And, if the Emperor is being unfaithful as you expect he may be, he would be in a direct violation of those sacred vows.

Willow: Meaning that he would no longer be considered my husband… He would no longer have the power, the authority, nor the burden of the crown. He could be… removed… How, brilliant of you my, Sentinel. Ao cunning, and wise. Haa… If only I had been born later, or if you had been born ealier…

Jaune: I would have loved you all the same, regardless of when, or how we met one another my, Lady. I swear upon my name it.

Willow: For the first time in a long time, I know I can finally trust such a vow. So, tell me my Knight, what should we do first to remove this disease upon my families throne?

Jaune: We must find undeniably evidence of your husband infidelity. Be it a witness, or one of the chamber maids themselves, we must have proof to legally remove your husband. And, if we find either of these, or dare say if one of them sires his bastard, you must use your authority as, Empress to protect them.

Willow: I most protect my husbands secret lover, even his potential bastard! Have you gone mad?!

Jaune: No, I have not your, Grace. Your husband strikes me as the type who will so anything to protect his position, even if it means silencing those who threaten that power. Only you have the power to stop him, so you must protect them. Protect them, and then use them as a means to overthrow your husband.

Willow: A pawn for me to use to my advantage… one he would not see coming until the trap had already been sprung. How soon can you look into this!

Jaune: I will look into it at once, but I cannot be too quick about it, and I must find others to hunt for me your, Grace.

Willow: If you go you will raise suspicion. The, Empress Knight searching out the, Emperors hand maidens will no doubt raise suspicion. It may even stir the vipers nest if you poke around where one does not one to be. Very well, you have your assignment, do you swear to complete the duty given out before you!

Jaune: I, Sir Jaune Arc, the Empress’s Knight, do swear upon the name of, Empress Willow Schnee, daughter of Emperor Nicolas Schnee, true heir to the White Throne, that I will carry out the duty you have given me, or my life be forfeit.

Willow: Good… Now, go my Knight, go and foe fill your Empresses commands, for I know you will without fail.

Jaune: Of course your, Grace.

Willow: And, Jaune?

Jaune: Yes, Willow?

Willow: When this is all over? And done with; come back to me, foe fill your lover’s desires, like none other before.

Jaune: It will be my extreme pleasure my, Love.

Willow: Perfect~!

///

I’ve been reading too many Webcomics, and Manga about nobility, and the crap they have to put up with.

I wanted to write something lewd between these two, and instead I wrote a British drama?!

Haa… If there was one like this I probably would watch it…

#rwby #jaune arc #willow schnee #jacques schnee #willow x jaune #jaune x willow

[huaenrose]

from eden: a hualian headcanon.

¡priest xie lian!

¡devoted hua cheng!

“innocence died screaming.

honey, ask me, I should know,

I slithered here from Eden

just to sit outside your door.”

the fact that hua cheng was a man recognized for using red lipstick to sculpt his beautiful lips was the topic of greatest revulsion among the conservative inhabitants of the small village of xianle, so the taicang church was the last place one would expect to find him.

yet, against all expectations, the man made himself there with devout regularity to confess with father xie lian. his attention to confessions was so great that he even used to bring with him flowers that no one noticed had one of the white petals always stained with a crimson kiss, as he never handed it over to the altar, choosing instead to offer it directly into the hands of the priest.

“father, forgive me, for I have sinned”, hua cheng begins the confession of that fateful day with an amused smile that has nothing of regret.

“proceed”, xie lian utters with a wobbly bow after swallowing hard, knowing exactly what would come next would lead both to penance.

“there is a man of god who has my attention more than god himself” the gaze of the believer is fixed on him with such intensity that the face reflected in those eyes is framed by the dilation of the pupil that consumes the iris at the same speed as the desire of the representative himself of god devours him. “I think of tearing his cassock so he can never wear it again, and worshiping him at the altar he serves. I want my tongue to speak your word and my hands to unravel the mysteries of your body. I long to get you to kneel and pray with me. I imagine opening him until my kisses and my fingers know him as his voice sings my name in praise. I need to serve me. I want my tongue to speak your word and my hands to unravel the mysteries of your body. I long to get him to kneel and pray with me. I imagine opening him until my kisses and my fingers know him as his voice sings my name in praise. I need to become the sin that fills him until he overflows in pleasure with my cum running down his thighs. I long for my scent to linger on him stronger than the incense that burns over us and weaker than the urge to have me once more.”

“do you- regret?" xie lian asks, aware that this is the moment he should be blushing if all his blood wasn't now focused on hardening his cock.

“no” the innocent voice antagonizes the perverse hand resting on the father's thigh.

“so why are you here?” xie lian's speech is betrayed by a sigh when that hand brushes his erection with the languor and elegance that hua cheng has when using it as a support to get up and completely close the narrow space between them.

“we both know that I don't come here to confess, father, but to be confessed” is the whispered answer in his ear, followed by a kiss on the center of his collarbones, below his throat: the collar of his robes separates mouth from skin, but it does not prevent the heat of lips and breath from affecting it. for the first time, xie lian wondered what it would be like to take off her cassock. maybe forever. “and I don't think I deserve penance today, for having your confession in every way but words is punishment enough for both of us.”

with that, hua cheng leaves the confessional, but not before adding openly and firmly: “I don't need your god to forgive me, I just need my man to want to burn with me.”

xie lian, on the other hand, only leaves the confessional when the problem in his legs disappears even in the face of the prospect that the other will return, leaving only the problem in his cassock: the fact that hua cheng is a man known for his red lipstick sculpting his striking lips are already a ghost in xianle, but if priest xie lian were seen with a kiss in the same tone drawn on the white of his clerical collar, it would become a calamity: like crimson rain sought flower.

#tian guan ci fu #tgcf #heaven official's blessing #hob #hualian #hua cheng #xie lian #mo xiang tong xiu #mxtx #headcanons

[theevilmaninyourcomputer]

Goooood morning everyone, unfortunately, it's that time again. What time, you ask? Well, as you may or may not know I find blogging on my phone much easier than sitting down with a computer, so when I have to write a book report, I draft something up on the ol' tumblr alt (and I shave HOURS off of what would be a day long process, because I am a ridiculously slow writer). This paper is due in a week, so in the interest of getting it done before the 11th hour, I'll be posting it here for the whole world (5 people) to see. It's funny, everytime I do this I'm struck by how short the post looks. Doing this helps me overcome the creative roadblock that is MLA formatting. Okay, fuck, *cracking all my bones*-let's a-go.

In Their Eyes Were Watching God, Zora Neale Hurston tackles intersectionality. Janie struggles to exist as a free-spirited, independent black woman, fighting against the stringent societal expectations of the Jim Crow South. Men police her appearance, dictating how she is allowed to present herself-when she can speak, what she can say. Janie's intelligence is undermined, and she is treated like an incompetent object by every man in her life. Her first two husbands, for example, refuse to acknowledge her as an equal. Joe "Jody" Starks, Janie's second partner, constantly puts Janie down, "he wanted her submission and he'd keep on fighting until he felt he had it" (Hurston 71). Janie assumes the roll of the quiet, devoted wife, but she silently resents Jody. When he dies of kidney failure, she runs off with a 20-something boy named "Tea Cake." While Tea Cake does legitimately respect her, there's still an unbalanced power dynamic in their relationship. When Tea Cake grows jealous of another man, "He whip(s) Janie. Not because her behavior justified his jealousy, but it relieved that awful fear inside of him. Being able to whip her reassured him of his posession" (Hurston 17). Tea Cake does feel that, on some level, he owns Janie, albeit less than Jody.

This brings me to my next point (it doesn't, but there's no way for me to naturally transition into talking about this), which is the thematic importance of Janie's hair. Janie's primary struggle is one of freedom-financial freedom, sexual liberation; freedom to live on her terms, go where she pleases, wear what she wants. Janie's hair is her most striking, beautiful feature. It's symbolic of her autonomy, and a means of self-expression . As Janie ages, she is (as so many women are) waved off as an old biddy, undesirable, like a carton of milk past its expiration date. People are appalled when she continues to behave like a young woman, when she doesn't immediately tie her hair up and trade her overalls for a mumu (or whatever the early 20th century equivalent to a granny dress is). Janie is unconventional, in the sense that she does not 'act her age.'

I referenced the theme of 'sexual liberation,' (which is arguably one of the most important themes of the novel, although it's mostly subtextual), often when Janie speaks of "marriage" she is referring to, I believe, marital relations. This is intruiging, and adds another layer of complexity to an already rich story. Sexual liberation, as it pertains to women's rights, is directly relevent to the subject matter in TEWWG. It's heavily stigmatised, yet simultaneously such a pure, adolescent thing to desire. Janie spends the latter half of the novel as a middle aged women, making up for her lost youth with Tea Cake. When she finally does, you know, pollinate his flower, it isn't framed as being sinful or wrong, as her grandmother led her to believe. This brings the story full circle, in a sense. TEWWG begins with Janie, "getting her womanhood" and being thrust, unwillingly, into the adult world at the ripe old age of 17. After years of repressing her sexual desire, it is ultimately very empowering for her to, not just take part in, but initiate the sexual act. Especially considering the horrible circumstances under which she was concieved. When she has intercourse with Tea Cake, it's beautiful. Tea Cake is springtime, he is the peach tree, and the bees. At long last, Janie really does have her womanhood about her, and in the end-it isn't so bad.

Ugh my head hurts.

#their eyes were watching god #tewwg #book report #essay

[lollytea]

I wonder what the full context behind the prior grimwalkers' "betrayal" towards Belos entails? Did they all catch on to his moral depravity concerning his true intentions for the witches of the B.I? Or did their disloyalty hit close to home for Belos if the WitterClones starting forming a certain type of "connection" with a witch like his brother?

NO YEAH I've been thinking about this for weeks and have been dying to ramble about it. I'm completely obsessed.

Everything revealed about Belos' insistence on making these grimwalkers raises so many questions but the best conclusion I can come to is he's completely fucking nuts, sick in the head, so consumed by a mixture of puritan values and hate for his dead brother that he keeps reconstructing him over and over again so he can live the delusion of punishing him for something he's held on to for over 400 years. The puritan values come in where Belos seems to have convinced himself that he simply wants to create an improved version of his brother, a good God abiding brother who never sinned and that he himself is a good man for taking on this difficult venture. But really, its all a sick game to him.

"It hurts every time he chooses to betray me." But does it though? Belos already had Hunter out searching for ingredients for his own replacement back when he was a perfectly obedient and promising solider. And then in the mindscape, Hunter was loyal to Belos until the very last second until Belos deliberately spelled it all out for him, then he decided "oh well looks like this traitors gotta die." Like Hunter did nothing wrong but Belos was clearly itching for an excuse to kill him. He said it was a "shame" but maybe it was the striking resemblance to his brother that made him so eager to destroy this one in particular.

And so this response to Hunter really does bring Belos' opinion of the former grimwalkers into consideration. How many of them actually stepped out of line but Belos just became bored of them and gaslit them into believing that they were traitors before slaughtering them?

I'm sure every grimwalker has a different story and I'm sure plenty of them did intentionally betray Belos. And I'm sure plenty of times this was his intention. Maybe he saw it all as some psychological experiment, pushing these boys to their limits until they snap and finally lash out, giving Belos vindication that his brother WAS an awful disloyal man who never truly loved him and deserved death, as no matter how many times he is recreated, he betrays him again and again.

I often wonder if the grimwalkers only take after the original in looks or in personality too. I assume its a "nature vs nurture" type thing where they will be far different from Philip's brother depending on how they were raised, but some character traits are simply so strong that they persist in every grimwalker to date. Like Hunter's kind heart in spite of everything he's been raised to be. I like to imagine they were all truly compassionate people who were sickened by the thought of hurting anyone. But in spite of everything, it was hard for them to not do as told when all they knew was this godawful abusive life. It makes me think of the two grimwalkers we were shown. They had Hunter's voice but they were so different from him. Though Belos terrifies Hunter, the boy still speaks loud and clear with a tendency to casually ramble. There is none of that in these Golden Guards. They're quiet, meek, and when they speak they sound so monotonous, so entirely broken. It leads you to wonder if these ones in particular even had the strength to rebel or if Belos just got bored of them.

My personal headcanon that I hold on to so tight is that all the Golden Guards who did betray Belos did so because of witches. Some made friends, some fell in love, some found parental figures, some found children. (e.g. Darius and Hunter's predecessor.) Basically a crucial trait passed down from the original was their huge capacity for love. And they spent their lives pouring love into their relationship with Belos and once it was given to them in return by people who ACTUALLY cared about them, they were willing to fight for it. They were willing to finally see that they deserved more than Belos ever gave them. And Belos, in return, gets his sick satisfaction that witches will ALWAYS be the reason that his brother is taken away from him and so he becomes more and more determined to carry out his genocide.

#sorry this post is all over the place #i got excited

[thenewdeadseascrolls]

Judges 6: 11-19. "The Calibrator."

Continuing the story of the Judge named Gideon, "the Hewer." The previous frame says Jews and Midianites "strifers" and Amelakites "hand wringers" do not go well together. No gossips, no peddlers of fantasy fictions about God's Love and His Hate. The Rab says God is always right in front of your nose and so He is, we don't need other people to tell us anything about this.

There is also a discussion about what happens in the cleft of a man's chest, how it must be fused together with the Ephod, the culmination of all the letters in the Hebrew alphabet, their numbers, their meaning, and their final outcome as a Jew who desires Ha Shem, to know all of it.

Ephod is like OM or the Takbir as it is called in Islam, it is a way to explain the infinitude of God within a single object.

Gideon completes an ultra Jewish process that states as we add the elements of the Ephod, we subtract all delusions about the rest of existence. The presence of a Ruby, a Rueben, a natural born leader, means we are subtracting the power of a total loser from influence within the character. The presence of a total loser like Donald Trump or Rob Desantis means the influence of true leadership is subtracted instead. This is why we hew, to get rid of people like this within and without.

People like Trump and Desantis want the sources of their power to come fro their ability to make other people angry with them. Real power is derived from the ability to make people happy. Unfortunately use of public office to arouse anger is abuse of power and is illegal.

Each stone in the Ephod has a dilemma such as this imposed upon it, and a real man will grapple with all of them.

The next aspect of Gideon takes pertains to our other favorite muscle, the meat. Bad meats are associated with oak trees, because they stick out. Sticking out is bad.

Good meat comes from a goat, a hairy lad who is not too bright, but nonetheless has decided to be ready to become an adult. How does one prepare a goat for its meat and save all of Israel? The story of Judge Gideon continues. First we have a discussion between the Judge and the Angel of the Lord who is always Malachiel, "the Calibrator" unless otherwise specified. He comes to Gideon in Ophrah, the "place where the stumbling block is in bloom, but God will help remove it."

In this case, as in ours, the stumbling block is a grove of oak trees that do not understand the Torah and have not done as God said and performed Manasseh, "to leave the evil behind":

11 The angel of the Lord came and sat down under the oak in Ophrah that belonged to Joash the Abiezrite, where his son Gideon was threshing wheat in a winepress to keep it from the Midianites. 

12 When the angel of the Lord appeared to Gideon, he said, “The Lord is with you, mighty warrior.”

13 “Pardon me, my lord,” Gideon replied, “but if the Lord is with us, why has all this happened to us? Where are all his wonders that our ancestors told us about when they said, ‘Did not the Lord bring us up out of Egypt?’ But now the Lord has abandoned us and given us into the hand of Midian.”

14 The Lord turned to him and said, “Go in the strength you have and save Israel out of Midian’s hand. Am I not sending you?”

15 “Pardon me, my lord,” Gideon replied, “but how can I save Israel? My clan is the weakest in Manasseh, and I am the least in my family.”

16 The Lord answered, “I will be with you, and you will strike down all the Midianites, leaving none alive.”

17 Gideon replied, “If now I have found favor in your eyes, give me a sign that it is really you talking to me. 18 Please do not go away until I come back and bring my offering and set it before you.”

And the Lord said, “I will wait until you return.”

19 Gideon went inside, prepared a young goat, and from an ephah[a] of flour he made bread without yeast. Putting the meat in a basket and its broth in a pot, he brought them out and offered them to him under the oak.

Out of the sin and dread horror of the past always comes a chance to procreate a new way of life. No matter how bad it got, or how much worse it seems like it is going to get, the human race can grind the sins called ephahs, "plagues" into flour and transcend their power.

There is no need to drop one more bomb or shoot one more gun in order to see if past accounts of their ability to cause regret are still valid. So to grind an ephah into flour is to recognize that living vicariously through the horror of others is good enough.

There is no discrete way to talk about how to put the meat in the basket, or broth in a pot. Grown men are expected to make love not war and if only they would, life could be so different. Jewish sages have always been fascinated by the change that overtakes a man when he gets his penis and how it can mean amazing things if he is cultivated from youth as to its real implications: the procreation of a mankind that does not do evil in the eyes of the Lord.

All of this begins with the pressure of the god Malachiel upon the soft foreheads of little kids and then from within as the mind grows, differentiates and becomes a Jewish god itself.

The Values in Gematria are:

v. 11:  The angel of the Lord came and sat down under the oak. We must be able to calibrate all that happens behind the penis. The threshing of wheat in a winepress to keep it from the strifers. This means scripture cannot be used to flail the self during Shabbat.

The Value in Gematria is 10598, יהטח‎‎, "will strike."

The angel says anyone who uses the Torah to decrease the pressure on mankind to become civilized will be cast out.

v. 12: When the angel of the Lord appeared to Gideon, he said, “The Lord is with you, mighty warrior.” The Value in Gematria is 5847, החדז‎ , hadaz, "An angelic horseman standing among us."

A warrior is one who tries to change the course of history. The call to action in this Shoftim aspect of the Tanakh cannot be taken for granted. The first tenet is our value for a civilized, intelligent, peaceful and prosperous way of life. Tyranny and oppression are anathema to the way God told us to live and Jewish persons are called to resist any trace of these wherever they try to take root and just like God showed Abraham with Sodom and Gomorrah kill them.

Our ideas about government have strayed from this all important channel of our energies. We are too caught up in party politics, which were originally supposed to argue taxation and representation among the wealthy and the poor. Both have a right to discuss the ways the government will use the revenue it gets, but the outcome, policy vehicles that manage the delivery of services to all persons in way that is wholesome are supposed to emerge. Our fixations with race, religion, abortions, and gay sex - all illegal in the public forum as of this date have resulted in tyranny rather than the equity God has asked us to invest in for thousands of years.

A warrior of God would lead this charge instead of the others.

v. 13: But the Lord is with us! The Value in Gematria is 11818, יאחאח‎ ‎, yahaha, "Only the one who possesses God can make and restore life."

v. 14:  The Lord turned to him and said, “Go in the strength you have and save Israel out of Midian’s hand. Am I not sending you?” The Value in Gematria is 5818, החאח‎ ‎ ‎"Haha" or "bayit" "to enter the House of Israel and take possession of it."

v. 15-16: “Pardon me, my lord,” Gideon replied, “but how can I save Israel? You will strike down all the Midianites, leaving none alive.” The Value in Gematria is 12918, יבטאח‎, yabatah, "will secure."

v. 17-18: The Lord said, “I will wait until you return.” The Value in Gematria is 11540, יאהדאֶפֶס‎, "It will be printed."

v. 19: He brought them out. The Value in Gematria is 8784, חז‎חד‎, hazahad, "the beggar."

Because our world is in a state of generalized disorder and panic, we like the Rab are beggars for an era that is free of anxiety. Even more than this, we want to be in a celebratory mood. To realize we are not because of a few shitsucking vampires does not help. We wonder, hourly, why these fully preventable circumstances are not being prevented.

Even still, we have to beg for more:

“The world is a wedding feast,” concluded Rabbi DovBer, “created for the sake of G‑d’s union with His bride, Israel. But then the wedding was disrupted, the nuptial home—the Holy Temple—destroyed. Yes, the feast is there for the taking, but its soul is devastated, its provider is in mourning.

“There are those who have no difficulty enjoying what they can of the feast. I, however, belong to the second group of beggars. I cannot bring myself to partake of the leavings of this aborted wedding . . .”

To Hew is to do more than just be rid of the causes of corruption and unncessary suffering then, it is to anticipate what has not happened yet, a global event called Mashiach, the definable end to unethical systems of faith and government that do not fit the mold of a Jewish person's scope for his life.

God says if we want to fight for the right to it then make it happen He is with us not with our opponents. If we do not fight for it, He like we, will end life without anyone to call our own.

[shammah8]

What Does Striking The Rock Mean Today?

Every Christian will agree that there is no need for Jesus to come down from heaven to die again for our sins. But do we really understand what it means today to crucify Him afresh?

Let me ask you this: When you fall into sin, what is your response? If you beg God to forgive you and you make a fresh application of Jesus’ blood so that you can be made righteous all over again, you are crucifying Christ afresh.

He is more willing to bless you than you are willing to be blessed!

If you have just been retrenched and you need a new job, what is your response? If you grumble, cry and beg God to bless you with a new job, you are crucifying Christ again.

Let me explain. In both cases, you are saying that Jesus’ work is not complete. Y ou are saying that His blood did not really take away all your sins. Y ou are saying that His death on the cross is not good enough for God to release the fullness of His blessings on you. In essence, you are saying that He needs to be crucified again to finish what He didn’t finish!

No, far from it! Jesus died to sin once for all and that one death more than satisfied God! Today, God is so pleased with what His Son has done that He is more willing to bless you than you are willing to be blessed!

Some of you may still have questions like, “Pastor Prince, I believe God wants to bless me, but He can’t because I have some unconfessed and unforgiven sins.” Unfortunately, many Christians today are still so sin-conscious, instead of Son-conscious, that they miss out on so many of God’s blessings.

Let me now address this issue of the forgiveness of sins. In the Old Testament, the children of Israel had to make repeated offerings for sins year after year because the blood of bulls and goats just could not give them eternal redemption and everlasting righteousness. (Hebrews 10:1–4) But Jesus by His own blood has obtained eternal redemption for us. (Hebrews 9:12) His blood has made us righteous forever because His blood is ever efficacious.

If man offers the sin offering, it is never enough. But if God offers the sin offering — if God offers Himself — will He provide something that is temporal and which tomorrow must be offered again? If, even after Jesus has offered His blood, we still have to resort to “repeated offerings” by begging for forgiveness, beating ourselves or doing good works every time we sin, we are actually putting the blood of God’s Son on the same level as the blood of bulls and goats! And we are also saying that Christ the Rock needs to be struck repeatedly for our sins!

What I find ironic is this: In the Old Testament, the Israelites had their sins covered for one year. Y et, we in the New Testament seem to have it worse. Today, one Christian denomination believes that their sins are covered for one week until their next confession! Another denomination believes that their sins are covered for one day — they confess every sin they can remember every night before they sleep! And can you believe that some Christians act like Jesus’ blood cannot even cover their sins for one day? In the morning, they believe that they are forgiven. In the afternoon, they believe that they have lost that forgiveness and their righteousness because somewhere along the way they blew it. So they beg God for forgiveness and ask Him to make them righteous again!

Listen to me, my friend, there is no such thing as a forgiven and righteous-in-the-morning, unforgiven and unrighteous-in-the-afternoon Christian! There is no such doctrine in the Bible!

Instead, what the Bible does tell us is that ALL our sins have been forgiven because of Jesus’ one sacrifice at the cross.

(Colossians 2:13) So your forgiveness is based on His perfect, finished work. It is not contingent upon your confessions of sins.

Just think about this for a minute. If the forgiveness of your sins depended on your confessing your sins, you would have to have perfect awareness, perfect memory and perfect confession of every sin you have ever committed in order to be sure that you are forgiven. If that were the case, no person — man, woman or even pastor — would ever be completely forgiven because no human being can confess ALL his sins perfectly. Thank God that is not how we are forgiven! No, my friend, the forgiveness of our sins is not dependent on our works. It is dependent on Jesus’ perfect and finished work!

So do I confess my mistakes or sins? Absolutely. But here’s the difference: I go to my Father and I am honest with Him because I know that He loves me and has already forgiven me.

I don’t do it in order to be forgiven.

So rest easy, my friend. If you are a Christian, you are a forgiven person, a righteous person. Y ou cannot be a Christian and be unforgiven and unrighteous. The only unforgiven and unrighteous people on earth are those who have not availed themselves of the forgiveness in Christ. Once you are in Christ, you are in forgiveness, you are in righteousness!

[stirlingmoss]

120. ​And the magicians were thrown down prostrate;

119. ​So these were defeated and reduced.

118. ​So the truth was confirmed, and what the others were doing proved vain.

117. Then We suggested to Moses, “Throw your staff,” and lo— it snatched what the others conjured!

116. ​He said, “Throw!” And when they threw, they beguiled the eyes of the people, intimidating them, having wrought mighty magic.

115. ​They said, “Hey, Moses! Will you throw, or shall we be the ones to throw?”

114. ​He said, “Yes. You will be among my favorites.”

113. ​So the magicians came to Pharaoh. They said, “Surely there is a reward for us if we are the victors.”

112. ​and bring to you every expert magician.”

111. They said, “Put him and his brother off, while you send people to the cities to gather

110. ​“He wants to eject you from your land.” “So what do you recommend?”

109. ​The chiefs of Pharaoh’s people said, “This is an expert magician!

XIV.

108. ​And he pulled out his hand and lo! It was white to the onlookers! ​

107. ​Then he threw his staff and lo! It was an apparent serpent!

106. ​Pharaoh said, “If you have come with a sign, produce it if you are telling the truth.”

105. ​“competent on the condition that I not say anything of God but truth. I have come to you with clarification from your Lord, so release the Children of Israel with me.”

104. ​Moses said, “Pharaoh, I am an emissary from the Lord of the universe,

103. ​Then after them We sent Moses with Our signs to Pharaoh and his chiefs; but they mistreated them. Now observe how the corrupt ended up.

102. ​And We did not find commitment in most of them; most of them, indeed, We found astray.

101. ​We tell you some information of those populations: their messengers had indeed come with clarifications, but they were not about to believe what they’d repudiated before. Thus does God seal up the hearts of scoffers.

100. ​Are those who inherit the earth after other people not guided by the fact that if We wished We could strike them for their sins, and seal up their hearts so they wouldn’t hear?

XIII.

99. ​Did they feel safe from the strategy of God? But none feel safe from the strategy of God but people who are lost. ​

98. ​Or did the people of the cities feel safe from the visitation of Our vengeance as they amused themselves by day?

97. ​Did the people of the cities feel safe from the visitation of Our vengeance while they passed the night sleeping?

96. ​Had the people of the cities believed and been conscientious, We would have opened up the blessings of the heavens and the earth to them; but they repudiated faith, so We held them responsible for what they were doing.

95. ​Then We replaced their afflictions with benefit, until they were relieved, when they said, “Hardships and joys also touched our fathers.” Then We suddenly seized them, while they were unawares.

94. ​Whenever We sent a prophet to a population, We seized its people with misfortunes and hardship, so that they might humble themselves.

​XII.

93. ​And so he turned away from them, saying, “O my people, I have delivered to you the messages of my Lord, and I gave you good advice. But how can I care for an atheistic people?”

92. ​Those who repudiated Shu‘aib were as if they had never prospered there; those who repudiated Shu‘aib were the losers.

91. ​Then the earthquake seized them, and come morning they lay prostrate in their homes.

90. The chiefs of the scoffers among his people said, “If you follow Shu‘aib, you will then be losers for sure.”

89. ​“We would have fabricated a falsehood against God if we returned to your religion after God saved us from it. And it is not for us to return to it unless God, our Lord, wishes. Our Lord reaches out to everything by knowledge; we place our trust in God. Our Lord, adjudicate between us and our people truthfully, as You are the best of judges.”

88. ​The leaders who considered themselves great among his people said, “We will ostracize you from our community, Shu‘aib, and those who believe in common with you, unless you return to our religion.” He said, “Even if we are averse?

87. ​“And if there is a group of you who believe in what I have been sent with, and a faction who do not believe, then be patient until God judges between us, as God is the best of judges.”

86. ​“And do not sit by every road making threats and hindering those who believe from the way of God, seeking distortion in it. And remember how you were small, and God made you grow. And see how the corrupt ended up.

85. ​And to the Madyan, their brother Shu‘aib: he said, “O my people, worship God— you have no other deity. Clarification from your Lord has come to you, so give full measure and weight, and do not withhold from people the things that are rightfully theirs; and do not commit violence on earth after just peace has been made. That is best for you, if you are believers.

XI.

84. ​And We caused a shower to rain on them: so see how the evildoers ended up.

83. ​except his wife; who lagged behind.

82. ​But his people’s only answer was to say, “Eject them from your city, for they are people who keep themselves clean.”.

81. ​“You act out your desire on men instead of women; you are indeed a wanton people.”

80. And there was Lot: he said to his people, “Will you commit indecency no nation has ever done before you?

79. Then he turned away from them and said, “O my people, I have already delivered the message of my Lord to you; and I have given you good advice; but you do not like sincere advisors.”

78. Then the quake seized them, and they lay prostrate in their homes.

77. ​Then they hamstrung the she-camel, defying the command of their Lord; they said, “O Salih, bring on us what you have threatened us with, if you are one of the emissaries.”

76. ​Those who were self-important said, “We reject what you believe in.”

75. ​The chiefs among his people who were self-important said to those considered powerless, to those among them who believed, “Do you know Salih to be an emissary from his Lord?” They said, “We are believers in what was sent through him.”

74. ​“And remember how God made you successors to the ‘Ad, and gave you a place to live on earth: you make yourselves castles on the plains, and carve out dwellings in the mountains. So remember the benefits of God, and do no evil on earth by acting corruptly.”

73. ​And to the Thamud, their brother Salih: he said, “O my people, worship God; you have no other deity. Clarification has come to you from your Lord. This she-camel of God is a sign for you. So leave her to graze on God’s earth, and do nothing to her, lest a painful penalty seize you.

X.

72. ​So We saved him and those with him, by mercy from Us; and We cut off the last remnant of those who scoffed at Our signs and were not believers. ​ ​

71. ​He said, “Indignation and wrath have already befallen you from your Lord; are you arguing with me over names you and your ancestors designated, without authority for them from God? Wait then; I am waiting with you.”

70. ​They said, “Have you come to us so that we may worship God alone, abandoning what our fathers worshipped? Then bring us what you promise us, if you are telling the truth.”

69. ​“Do you wonder that a reminder has come to you from your Lord to a man among you, that he may warn you? Remember how God made you successors after the people of Noah, and increased your stature among humankind. So remember the blessings of God, that you may prosper.”

68. ​“I deliver you messages from my Lord, and I am a trustworthy advisor to you.

67. ​He said, “O my people, I am not a fool, but rather a messenger from the Lord of all worlds.

66. ​The chief of those of his people who scoffed said, “We see you are a fool, and we consider you a liar.”

65. ​And to the Ad, their brother Hud: he said, “O my people, worship God; you have no other deity, so won’t you be conscientious?”

IX.

64. ​But they called him a liar. Then We delivered him and those with him on the ark, while We drowned those who had scoffed at Our signs; for they were blind people. ​

63. ​“Or does it surprise you that a reminder has come to you from your Lord, borne by a man from among you, to warn you, so you might be conscientious and may receive mercy?” 

62. ​“delivering you messages from my Lord, and counseling you sincerely, as I know from God what you do not know.

61.​ He said, “O my people, I am not in error; on the contrary, I am a messenger from the Lord of the universe,

60. The chieftains of his people said, “We see you are in obvious error.”

59. ​We have already sent Noah to his people: he said, “O my people, worship God; you have no other deity. I fear for you the torment of a terrible day.”

VIII.

58. ​As for the good land, its produce comes forth with the permission of its Lord; as for the bad, wretchedly little comes forth. Thus do We explain the signs for people who are grateful. ​

57. ​And it is God who sends the winds, as glad tidings before divine mercy. When they have lifted clouds heavily laden, We drive them to dead land, showering water thereby, wherewith We bring forth all fruits. Thus do We raise the dead, that you may be mindful.

56. ​And do not cause trouble on earth after order has been established; and pray to God with fear and longing: for the mercy of God is close to those who do good.

55. ​Pray to your Lord humbly and secretly, for God does not like the aggressive.

54. ​Your Lord is God, who created the heavens and the earth in six days, then ascended the throne. God causes the night to cover the day, overtaking it quickly. And God created the sun, moon, and stars, subject to the divine order. Are creation and order not up to God? Blessed is God, Lord of all worlds. 

VII.

53. ​Are they waiting for anything but its resolution? The day its resolution comes, those who forgot it before will say, “Messengers of our Lord have indeed come with truth. So are there intercessors for us, to intercede in our behalf? Or are we to be sent back that we may do otherwise than we used to do?” They’ll have lost their souls, and what they invented will have deserted them. ​

52. ​For We had sent them a scripture, which We explained clearly according to knowledge, as guidance and mercy for people who believe.

51. ​“who took their religion for a pastime and a diversion, and whom the life of the world deceived.” So on that day We will forget them, as they forgot the meeting of this day of theirs, and they refused Our signs.

50. ​And the inmates of the fire will call to the inhabitants of the garden, “Pour water over us, or whatever God has provided you.” They will say, “God has forbidden both to the scoffers,

#7:50-120 #The Heights

[choysum]

lune

I will tell you this much, just so you know I am ordinary. the one I keep writing to, the face I put up over yours- he isn’t gone. he’s just a ghost to me now, that’s the only thing wrong with him. died-and-came-back-wrong, only it’s the version where they are still themselves and it’s the one who loved them who cannot reconcile the before and after.

it’s the moon and the sea and the sun, if you want to be beautiful about it, and the moon chooses the sun and the sea can’t help but be pulled in by her anyway. there’s a post that says “the moon is very powerful tonight and im worried about the ocean because i know what its like to love someone who is larger than they realize” and and and. you know honestly I thought he was the sun when I met him. he had yellow hair then.

I write the ending myself. I decide how to be too much. the truly frustrating thing is you get left enough times, you’ll make your whole life a self-fulfilling prophecy.

the art got bigger and bigger. more elaborate projects, more obvious effort, more time, more materials, until it was practically screaming tell me to stop, until I was stitching out the words I love you so big it is killing me. the first time there was blood in it, he didn’t say anything. it became a violence I inflicted on both of us.

it’s an old story. I only have so many scripts in my hands, is the problem.

soleil

my lover is burning us down. my lover built the most beautiful city for us, I swear. oh, you should’ve seen the way the pavement glittered in the rain, all the neon and old signage, really it looked like a movie with a cheesy ending. and I wanted that cheesy ending so bad- he’s good at making grilled cheese, you know, and pasta, the guy I went on a date with last month makes terrible alfredo sauce but my lover makes the best, where did we go? oh my god, oh my god, catch me at the bank of the river crying, catch me on my knees in the wet sand and him beside me too quiet, still holding the match like he’s going to strike it up again. and what if he does?

there’s still time, to run through and douse everything. I’m not sure if I prefer things rotten or singed but I’ve lived a third of my life breathing in ash so what does it matter, what’s one more ghost town. but this! I want to crawl into your arms now and tell you every beautiful thing he ever said to me. he’s no poet, you know, but I think people like him are why we keep writing, they pluck these things out of nowhere and watch us pounce to pin it to a page.

I can’t forgive him for this. he needs to turn and speak. he needs to put down the match. he needs to say “we’ll go somewhere different, there can still be a place where it’ll be how it was”, only there won’t be, only he ruined it and how could he.

oh my god. what else is there to say. oh my god, he’s not really my lover he’s not really anyone’s lover, because if we never kiss then who could ever put him at fault, because where’s the fault? the winestain nights, darling they come to this, don’t be jealous of them they come to this. I thought he was my second soulmate, I looked into him and saw every good thing but now, he burned his own hair off and I can see his bones-! help me, oh my god I can see his bones.

and I love them still, I do. there was a time I would’ve dived into the freezing water to gather them all up, bundle them together and make something of a home for them. he won’t admit it’s burning! I would have loved every terrible thing about him, would’ve loved him with every sin. but my love, it is a good thing, it is a good thing and I am proud of it and he burned it with us, he pulled my heart from my chest and placed it in the inferno just so he could say I helped to fuel the ruin. why won’t he admit it’s burning?

my lover is turning my love sour, my love is trying to make this land somewhere I do not want to step. there is a betrayal in what he is twisting us into. I am angry.

“tell me we never get used to this.” I want to put your hands to my face. I want to put them down my throat while I scream so you can feel it, so someone else feels this. gossamer stranger, it feels a week goes by before I can eat again.

mer

I wrote another letter to him, after the sunburst. I said sometimes I think your hands are inches away from cracking me open, splintering a bone to see what would spill out. I borrowed words I’ve already said to you. I sat and I cried over my sunburns, and then I wrote it out of me and I went to the store and came home and ate well.

that letter will not join the bundle with the others, when they finally pass from my hands to his. I keep this one small, size nine font. he burned the city but I will not write it into our story. I am proud of the love I made here. I cut the dead leaves and save them in a drawer for only myself.

forgive me; I only meant to tell you who it is I write about. he infected everything for weeks. in the letter I tell him you’re in me now, you’re in my body. it was true. it will pass.

how is your heart, dearest? have you eaten?

(- I have no one else to tell of this. the thing is I love him and I want the people in my life to love him too. I’ve told only two of them about the summer sunburn and no one of the city fire. is it alright, to tell you these stories? I have so many. do you want one about us next time? what do you like to hear? I can spin you gold of any shade, do you prefer the truth or a fable? anything I tell you of us will be so caught up in metaphor even arachne couldn’t unravel it. we would be safe in the spiderwebbing.)

i think i don't have the capacity for deception enough to say you are ordinary. you seem extraordinary in every way that matters, perhaps in ones that don't as well. i can play the role of bale to your archer if that's what can bring on a little relief; surely it is harder to be the one who stayed and watched their other come back wrong than it is to mourn

"what is a confession of loveif not the original apologiy/ i love you/ i'm sorry." we have to deal and move on and maybe confess and maybe have it eat us from the inside out. when i was 9 i read with grotesque interest about the hagfish who devours carcasses just so and maybe there's a metaphor there that i can't quite crawl inside to reveal to you. can you stitch it together anyway? please?

you say he's not a poet, well, we have all been [poets] at one point in our lives? i don't think i am one. tell me the beautiful words he has said and i will fashion them wings and watch them stumble and flail and fumble and fall and take off, stuttering and self-conscious until you can be slightly more unburdened. perhaps this would be an unconscionable violation. tell me what i can do.

perhaps instead of poets we're entymologists pinning fluttering words to the canvas. is it morbid to watch for how long they try to regain flight. yes. betrayal and a thorn crown and a gaping bloodied hole in your chest and how to rebuild it all alone, i wonder? he is a plague and a blessing and whatever you make of him - he's taken you apart and now you have the right to do something similar if only it might help the slightest amount

tell me whatver you want, whatever you can share. i long for such a connection, i fear sometimes i will be alone from now until the end of time. i will answer your other letters now as i prepare for tomorrow's teaching and have an ill-advised drink

#thistledown stranger

[yhwhrulz]

Morning and Evening with A.W. Tozer Devotional: November 29th

Tozer in the Morning Prayer is No Substitute for Obedience

Granted that the man who seeks revival has stopped thinking in plurals and has narrowed his faith down to one single individual, himself, what then? How can he find that after which his soul is yearning? How can he cooperate with his hungers to the end that he may indeed be filled?

He must rid his mind of the false notion that prayer alone will bring the blessing. Normally all transactions between the soul and God are carried on by prayer. It is right and scriptural and according to the testimony of all the saints that any spiritual advance on any front, any deliverance, any purification, any enduement of power, comes by the prayer of faith. Our error is that we try to secure these benefits by prayer alone.

The correction of this error is extremely difficult for it entails more than a mere adjustment of our doctrinal beliefs; it strikes at the whole Adam-life and requires self-abnegation, humility and cross-carrying. In short it requires obedience. And that we will do anything to escape.

Tozer in the Evening YES, EVERYTHING IS WRONG… UNTIL JESUS MAKES IT RIGHT

Men and women without God are helpless and hopeless human beings. We do well to remember that sin is to the human nature what cancer is to the human body! Who can argue with the fact that sin has ruined us? Our feverish activity is only one sign of what is wrong with us - sin has plunged us into the depths and so marked us with mortality that we have become brother to the clay-but God never meant it to be so. I recall being invited to speak at a summer conference where much of the emphasis is upon fun and amusement and jokes, something like Hollywood, I suppose. After my sessions there, the pastor-director told me frankly of his wife's reaction: "Honey, after listening to Dr. Tozer, can it be true that there isn't anything good in this world?" Well, I know she had a Bible in her house and I consider her query one of the foolish questions of our times. Of course the world makes its own argument that there are things that can be considered good on the human level-but they belong to us only for a brief day. Nothing is divinely good until it bears the imprint of our Lord Jesus Christ! Men and women may argue and make excuses, but it does not change the fact that in our human society we are completely surrounded by three marks of the ancient curse: everything is recent, temporal and transient! That is why the Holy Spirit whispers faithfully, reminding us of the Christ of God, eternity walking in flesh, God Almighty come to live among us and to save-actually to give us eternity!

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[spiritsoulandbody]

#DailyDevotion Having Opposition In Your Life?

#DailyDevotion Having Opposition In Your Life? Psalm 7 6Arise and be angry, O LORD; rise against the fury of my enemies; awake, my God, order a trial; 7have an assembly of peoples gather around You and over them reign on high. 8 O LORD, judge the nations. Judge me, O LORD, according to my integrity; judge me according to my innocence, O Most High. It's another one of those places we may have trouble praying a psalm. Jesus after all tells us to love our enemies. James tells us to bless them and not curse them. On the other hand, David is leaving getting justice and/or vengeance to the LORD alone. One can understand David's anger here about the rebellion against him. He just lost his son, Absalom, who rebelled against him. Because he mourned Absalom's death, Sheba is leading Israel against him. However, when Samuel anointed David to be king, David did not rebel against Saul. When Saul was trying to kill him and he had a chance to kill Saul, David would not go against the LORD's anointed. David waited until the LORD arraigned for Saul's death. Rebelling against the LORD's anointed is rebelling against the LORD himself. So you can see a bit why David calls down the LORD's anger and fury upon them. We have feelings of wrath and anger at people too sometimes. What should we do with it? We should follow David's example and turn to the LORD Jesus Christ for justice. We should not seek ways to get revenge on people. Let the LORD sort it out. We see David here asking the LORD to wake up and order a trial. We too, in the midst of our suffering may feel like God is sleeping on the job. David wants witnesses, an assembly of people to judge the facts. David wants the LORD to judge the nations. If anything, this tells us again, David is not striking out on his own here. It is an admonishment to us to hand things over to God when we face unreasonable opposition in life, to seek God to make things right and not strike out on our own. Now David asks the LORD to judge him, according to his own integrity and his own innocence. That is certainly a ballsy move. Considering elsewhere in the Psalms it is written, “There is no one who does good, not one.” But I believe he is speaking here concerning this situation in his life that has come about. Has David acted wrongly in this situation? Well, he may have not acted wisely in it. He outwardly mourned the death of his rebellious son Absalom. This upset those who risked their lives to defend and restore David back to the throne. Then he let the house of Judah lead him back to the capital and didn't think about the other tribes who fought for him. So while these things weren't sinful, they contributed to the situation. Perhaps we ourselves should examine ourselves and see if we contributed to our own situation which has gone bad. Ultimately, this is a prayer of Jesus. Jesus could and did pray this psalm. He had his enemies who rejected his rule just as his father David did. Jesus continues to this day having enemies and opposition to his rule. We who belong to Jesus face the same enemies of Jesus. Jesus is one who is truly innocent and is perfect in his integrity. He also prays this prayer to the Father to this day as he waits for his enemies to be made a footstool for him. True he also prays for their repentance and their turning to him in faith so they are no longer enemies. As long as people reject his rule in their hearts they remain his enemies. We also join with Jesus in praying for their conversion. Can we appeal to God the Father based on our integrity and innocence? Perhaps. We should pray to God for justice but we also pray that our enemies be made our friends in Jesus Christ. Heavenly Father, have mercy upon us and in all our situations give us justice, overcome our enemies with your love and show us our own faults so we may repent of them and return to your mercy. In Jesus' name we pray. Amen. Read the full article

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[callme-barnes]

Besitos

*Pictures are not mine*

Summary: Demons can be fun, at least you know you can be. When you go out to claim a soul as yours, Bucky finds you and it only adds on to the fun.

Pairing: Demon!Bucky x Demon!Fem!Reader

Word Count: 3.3k

Warnings: SMUT (Demon!Bucky is a sin), oral sex (f! receiving), rough sex, slight daddy kink, blood kink (if you squint), talk of religion (not much), dirty talk

IF YOU ARE A MINOR PLEASE DO NOT INTERACT! THIS WORK IS FOR THOSE 18+ ONLY!

A/N: Again, this work is 18+ only!. Do not repost my work anywhere! This is a one-shot based off of a series I really want to put out at some point. I've been having a tough go of it and this work Ade me feel better to write. Please do not judge my smut writing as I am still pretty new to it. All mistakes are mine. But otherwise please enjoy and feel free to interact with me if you liked it! Enjoy ladies & gents!

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Y/N watched from the comfort of a dark corner at the bar at all the bodies dancing underneath the strobe lights of the club. It had hit its peak at about 1 in the morning, and it was the right time for you to strike the target you had come here to find.

His name was John, a pretty good looking man by human standards. Tall, dark and handsome as you once would’ve described him. Had a beautiful pregnant fiance at home by the name of Lily who was ready to give birth to a handsome baby boy any day now by what you could gather from Lily’s pleas for help. You had overheard her one night, crying herself to sleep as she prayed to God to help her make sense of her situation. She was stuck at home, waiting for a man who would go out and have fun with his friends. And other women.

She had prayed for clarity, safety and a change of heart for him. And strength and courage for herself. To be able to keep her fiance and to change what was wrong with her. Of course nothing was wrong with Lily. She was pregnant, ready to burst at any second. She was bringing a life into this world, risking her body and her health and for what? For a man who refused to change his way of life because that’s what he had grown accustomed to? Or in his words, “To be a slave to a family?”

You had found yourself in that situation once, praying to God for a man that couldn’t give a shit less if you had dropped dead. As long as he maintained his freedom and habits all was well. Instead the man you had grown to love had left you for a cute petite brunette, claiming you had been smothering him with your “jealousy” and your “excessive” calls when you only wanted to be with him.

Your praying touched upon deaf ears of course and it was then that you realized no one was out there to protect you. You were on your own to deal with the hardships of your life.

Until you met him. James Barnes.

He had been your savior when you were ready to give up all hope. Bucky, as you’ve grown to call him, had given you strength and a new life. A life devoted to taking what you wanted and not being sorry about it. A life devoted to him. But that was a tale for another time.

That’s how you ended up appearing to the poor young woman. Sat in her bed, in pain both physically and emotionally. You had appeared before her dressed in a beautiful black dress, the slit high up your thigh and a pair of your favorite black stilettos. She had been scared. As she should have been. Your power emanated before her, putting her in a trance before you disappeared into the shadows, sending her a small devilish grin.

You set your plan into motion when you saw him headed for the restroom area. He was intoxicated beyond his logical mind, which was just the way you liked them. Downing the remainder of your drink, you made your way to the back area, the sea of people splitting as you walked past them making a direct walkway to your destination. When you stood in front of the mens room, those who waited in line stared with hunger. Intensity. Desire. Your hand reached out to touch one of their gawking faces before sending him a wink and walking in after John. The light cheering on the other end of the door made you smile as you locked it behind you and walked towards the sink counter. You perched yourself on top of it, the red lights casting a hellish glow across your skin.

The stall door opened and you felt your insides twist in anticipation as John walked out, his eyes blinking to focus and his hands holding onto the wall for stability and guidance.

Showtime.

You watched as John made his way to the sinks before finally realizing he wasn’t alone, stopping just a foot in front of you. Your leg shifting up to cross over your other, the slit in your dress falling to either side to give him a nice little peek of your ass.

“Hey there handsome”

You were laying it on thick sure, but you weren’t going to lie, you were excited for this one. It hit a little too close to home for you and you were practically bursting open at the seams.

“Who...who are you?”

“I’ve been watching you all night you know. Trying to muster up the courage to approach you and talk to you”

He almost immediately dropped his guard, his vibrations shifting from reserved to open and ready. Good.

“Well hot stuff here we are. And you found me, here all vulnerable. Naughty girl”

You smiled at him as you stood up, your heels clicking on the tile as you reached over to grab his shirt and pull him close to you, pressing your body up against his own.

“Oh I can be very naughty”, you said and leaned up to kiss him. Your tongue slithered against his own, your pace slow waiting for him to respond. Which he did and quickly. His hands reached out to rest on your ass, his hands squeezing and bringing you in to rub against the hard on he was sporting. You sent him a small moan in response, obviously fake but that only spurred him on further.

His hands reached down to just underneath your ass before you pushed away from him and moved to perch yourself back up on the counter making sure to make a show of opening your legs to invite him in.

“I’ve been really lonely. I haven’t had a man in so long baby”

He was entranced by you, his focus resting on your open thighs and practically foaming at the mouth.

“You know how hard it is to find a single honest man in this city? I noticed you weren’t wearing a ring and you came here by yourself. Are you lonely too?”

This was it, the opportunity for your prey to make amends. You weren’t completely heartless, you had been human once. You had made mistakes too, so you always gave them a chance. Yet 99% of the time, they failed. So you got a chance to have some fun. Your eye contact didn’t falter as you ran your hand down between the valley of your breasts, the other trailing up to reveal the lacy thong you were wearing.

“Fuck...yes I’m....I’m so lonely”

There it was. The opportunity you were looking forward to because let's face it you knew this piece of shit was too set in his ways to repent. You sent him a smile as your fingers began to rub at yourself over your panties, letting out a small moan to coax him in.

“You wanna fuck me? It’s been so long since I’ve had a real man fuck me good”

He closed his eyes, letting out a shuddering breath before walking over and settling himself between your open legs, his hands grasping at your thighs, “Fuck me Johnny boy”

You moved up to kiss him again, this time more aggressively as your innocent facade began to slip away.

“Now I know there’s a God”

You stopped yourself from laughing or scoffing as your hands moved down to rub at his cock through his jeans, watching him as he tore his lip open with how hard he was biting down and you leaned up, making sure you pressed your body against him to give him one last little feel, moving your lips to his ear

“No God here John. Only me”

As you made your way to unbuckle his pants he hesitated a bit and you leaned back “What’s wrong baby? I thought you wanted to fuck me? Don’t you want to?”

“Yes I...fuck I do. Did you ask my friends my name? I don’t think I ever got yours?”

You watched a shadow move from behind John and before you could respond you saw him. Coming out of the shadows looking as handsome as the devil himself. Bucky.

“What does it matter? Don’t you just want to get inside me?”

As you spoke you made eye contact with Bucky from behind John’s shoulders as you leaned back and opened your legs up to give him a view. You smirked to yourself as Bucky’s demeanor changed and before John could get another word out you watched his eyes widen in fear, finally catching onto Bucky in the mirror’s reflection but by then it was too late. Bucky’s hand had reached into John’s back and grabbed onto his heart, squeezing tight before John collapsed lifeless onto the floor.

You watched him, standing up and looking down at him before shifting to Bucky with a smile, “That was my soul to take”

Bucky watched you, his eyes darkening in discontent “I really wish you’d keep your hands to yourself when taking your souls babygirl”

You leaned against the counter and shrugged, “Where’s the fun in that? Besides, how else would I get you all riled up and angry?”

Bucky was in front of you in a blink, his hand wrapping around your throat as he pressed himself up against you. The proximity of the man in front of you made you melt, your body immediately submitting to him as he stared at you. If you had a soul you were sure he’d be looking into it.

“Is that what it is? You like when I’m angry and jealous?”

You fluttered your eyelashes at him, “You’ve been so busy baby. I’ve had to fill the void with what I could take”

That didn’t make him loosen his hold or react, he just kept staring at you as if to say it was your move now and who were you if not an amazing actress.

“We both know I belong to you. And I wouldn’t want to fuck anyone else but you”

You moved your hand to grab onto his own that was pressed against your neck, leaning down to take two of his fingers into your mouth and began sucking on them. Bucky’s chest rumbled with a growl as he stood before you mesmerized, his dick twitching against his black dress pants he had on.

“I brought us an audience daddy,” you said when you pulled away from his hand a small trail of spit following your lips “You know how much I love it when people hear us fucking. It gets me so wet just thinking about all those guys out there wanting to get in my panties while my one and only is fucking me stupid”

That had done it for him, he slammed you against the mirror behind you causing it to break and fall around you as he took your lips in his, kissing you sloppy and animalistic. You let out a moan and a smile in victory, pressing your body into him not caring if you cut your hand on the shards that surrounded you. Bucky grabbed onto the point where your dress slit ended on your hip and tore the fabric open, making you gasp “This is my favorite dress”

“I’ll buy you another”

His growl tore through you, going straight to your aching core causing you to begin grinding against his dick for some relief. You reached your hand up to lick the trail of blood from your hand that was cut open making a show of it, your tongue trailing against your finger before motioning for him to get close. You pulled him into you and kissed him, hearing him moan into your mouth as you shamelessly continued grinding against him

“I want your dick daddy. Fuck I want it so bad. Need you to fuck me please. My pussy is so wet for you”

Bucky reached down and tore your panties from your body, his fingers trailing along your slit and gathering your wetness onto his fingers before slipping them into his mouth, moaning in response “Fuck you know just how to get me going little one. Want me to eat you out you little minx? Do you want to come on my tongue?”

You whined as you nodded and lifted your legs, your heels propping themselves up onto the counter to open up for him “Please. Want to cum on your tongue daddy. Make me cum please”

Bucky kneeled down in front of your open thighs and wasted no time as he leaned in and began to lick at every crevice he could reach and even some you didn’t know he could reach. His tongue worked from your entrance all the way up to your clit, making quick work of it. You moaned out obscenely, your hand reaching down to grip his hair and pressing him further into you as you grind your pussy down onto his face. You pleaded and moaned louder as he sucked and licked at you, your heels falling onto his back and digging into his skin. He hissed in response but otherwise kept at it, licking and sucking and repeating until you felt that familiar twist in your stomach.

“Oh fuck...yes please. Please give it to me, make me cum for you daddy. Shit yes!”

You made sure to be as loud as you wanted knowing the audience that had gathered on the other side of the restroom door. Bucky hit that one spot on your clit over and over again, causing your toes to curl in your heels and your back to arch up dramatically. Your eyes rolled up as you came loud and hard, your body convulsing and your thighs squeezing his head as he continued to suck. You attempted to push him away as you felt your body become too sensitive which only caused him to pin you down harder on the counter as he continued

“I...I can’t. Wait….oh fuck”

But he was a demon possessed as he kept going before you felt yourself come again, harder this time as you gripped onto the sink the pressure causing you to snap one of the handles clean off. You felt your release flow out of you as Bucky pulled away and wiped his lips with the back of his hand “Shit I love it when you do that for me”

His shirt was wet with your orgasm and he sent you a smirk as he undid his pants, bringing his cock out as he stroked it. You watched him in awe as you smiled at him, your eyes just as black as his as he reached over to pick you up and slammed you against the nearest wall. You gasped, wrapping your legs around his hips to bring him close, feeling his cock hard against your core.

“Fuck me. My pussy wants you so bad”

Bucky smirked at you before lining himself up and pushing into you fully in one thrust. You let your head rest back against the wall, unable to form a sound when you tried to moan before he began to slam up into you. He fucked you like an animal, all teeth and hands and no emotion. The air of authority fell off of him and made you moan and squeal every time he slid past that spot inside of you. Your nails made work, scratching at his neck when you tried to hold on, at his back causing his shirt to rip open and at the upper part of his ass so you could bring him closer to you.

“I want another out of you little one. I want you to cum all over my dick before I cum inside of this tight pussy you understand me? You gonna do that for me baby? Gonna….shit, gonna give me another one?”

“Oh fuck yes daddy I’ll do it. Anything for you, anything”

He pounded into you at a relentless pace, the vibrations coming off of the two of you causing the lights to flicker in small space and the doors to the stalls to shake on the hinges. When you felt your third orgasm coming you leaned in to kiss him and bite at his bottom lip roughly. You graced him with the most pornographic sounds you had in you, urging him on before you came, your walls gripping onto him like a vice not wanting to let him go. Bucky groaned and let his head fall back before he gripped your hips and began to take full control, using his strength to pull you down on him harder to get into you deeper. The force caused you to slam against the tile wall as you held onto him for salvation.

“Talk to me baby” he said as he used a hand to grab your jaw and made you look at him, “You know how much I love hearing you talk filthy to me”

Your walls spasmed around him as you felt what could have been another orgasm coming as you kept eye contact with him

“Oh daddy, I want you to come inside me. Want you to fill me completely with your cum. I want to be able to feel you inside of me for days. Please give it to me, please cum for me. You make me feel so good baby. Give it to me, fuck give it to me”

Your words drove him to the edge, his hips stuttering as he pushed into you again and he spilled himself inside of you, his orgasm also spurring on another of your own. Bucky’s hands grabbed onto you and pulled you in tightly as he rode out his release into you, pulling out slowly and pushing any cum that was slipping out back into you. You had a dumb smile on your face and you kissed him and pulled away.

“Want to finish this somewhere a little more private?”

Bucky listened to you finally hearing the cheers on the other side of the door and he smirked to himself as he leaned in to kiss you once again and set you on your feet so he could adjust himself, “You really are a bad girl”

You hummed in response as you looked in the mirror and fixed your eyeliner a bit, stepping over the dead body on the floor and you looked down “Almost forgot he was in here”

Bucky chuckled to himself and moved to take a hold of your waist. “What did this poor bastard do?”

“He has a pregnant fiance at home. Figured someone should teach him about consequences so he could use it in his next lifetime”

Bucky let out a deep but loud laugh as he squeezed you to him, “Let’s get outta here”

You smiled as you moved to unlock the bathroom door and allowed it to open a bit before walking back to Bucky and shifting out of the bathroom. You stood right outside and when you heard screaming and commotion you grinned in delight before walking towards Bucky who was waiting for you.

“Thank you”

You leaned up to kiss his cheek and looked down at you with admiration, “What for little one?”

“For blessing me with a new life worth living”

Bucky smiled as you both made your way down the busy street, ignoring the looks you got at your obvious physical state. His lips kissed your temple and he pulled you closer into him, “You deserve it. Now, my place or yours?”

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[nari-nim]

Treasure legal line kink thoughts

nari note: anyways, so I decided to compile a bunch of my kinky thoughts from my matchmaking hours event. This is a live doc, I’ll be adding and moving things around so lmk if you agree/disagree/have any suggestions 

Hyunsuk

Soft dom. 

Sensory deprivation - Obsessed with tying you up, or putting a blindfold on you, or using headphones playing the filthiest songs he produced for you to increase the intensity of sex. You look so innocent like that...maybe feeds into a corruption kink here?

Oral fixation - Big on giving. He will eat you out with any chance he gets. He will be so down to spend hours going down on you, lapping at your core, arms wrapping around your thighs, pulling you close, hands helping you arch your lower back, making sure he’s sucking into your favorite pleasure spots, not satisfied until you’re crying out from those good, good orgasms. He also just likes to see your lips wrapped around him, whether it be his cock or fingers, he loves they way your expression changes when he fucks into you or presses his finger against your tongue.

other members under the cut

Jihoon

Hard dom.

Daddy kink - he loves the rush of pleasure and control that surges through him when you follow anything he says with a sweet, “yes, daddy” as you absolutely let him have whatever which way with you. Whether it be him spanking you as he pounds into you so hard, calling you his cumslut as he fills you up or his whore as he squirts all over your face, or when he makes you orgasm over and over again until you are screaming

Strength kink - Hah he basically could cum from the way you grab onto his biceps when he rails you. Also um he loves manhandling so fucking much like he loves the rush of throwing you onto the bed or moving your body in various ways so he hits that spot just right. Loves the way you look up at him, eyes wide, breath caught at your throat and all. 

Overstimulation - Oh my god he tries to do this basically every time. Likes to see if he can push the two of you past your usual limit. Likes to fit in at the very least 3 rounds, even it’s supposed to be quick. Experiments with a variety of positions to achieve this, with a strong preference for deepthroating and facefucking. Will want you to sit on his face :)

Begging - he loves it when you to hear you beg. Feeds a little into power kink, daddy kink, and all but he just loves it when you are crying and begging for him uwu

Cum play - Sorry not sorry he loves cumming all over you and smearing it all over so you’re basically covered in him by the end. Likes to see you swallow his cum, so will fuck his cum back into you (if he doesn’t pull out) with his fingers and feed you the mixture of his cum and yours. Likes to cum down your throat or give you a facial if you’re giving him a blowjob. Likes watching his cum slide down your torso if he cums on your boobs and smear it over your stomach for a good measure. Likes how it marks you as his and how much of a mess you look like that 

Also into making you cry (:

Yoshi

Soft dom.

Breeding kink - Yoshi loves fucking you raw, cumming into you again and again, seeing him cum roll down your inner thighs, fucking it all back into you again, loving how he continuously fills you up to the brim. He loves hearing you encourage him, asking him to fill you up, telling him how much you love feeling his cum in you. Yoshi also just loves leaving marks all over your body, his favorite would be your inner thighs and upper chest region. He loves the way you just let him do what he wants with you and the way you cave into his touch.

Sir/master kink - not necessarily a daddy kink, I see him more as someone who likes to be addressed with that level of authority in the bedroom which feeds a little into a bit of a praise kink. He knows he’s good and he wants to hear it. It fuels him as he becomes the most perfect service top. 

Face sitting - Ohhh, I think he really likes face sitting! Loves hearing the way you are screaming for him as you come undone from on top of him. Loves grabbing at your thighs and ass to control your squirming. Just loves making you feel so good and hearing all of your load moans. 

Eye contact - He demands eye contact when he fucks you. Will prioritize positions where he can look into your eyes and see how fucked out you are while pounding into you. Will grab your chin and tilt your face up while you suck him off. Likes the heightened level of intimacy that eye contact gives

Junkyu

Switch with sub lean.

Praise kink - Loves to drawl filthy praises or rasp degradations into your ear turns you on. And honestly, he loves it too. The dom part of him loves to praise you while snapping his hips into you in a fast pace, groaning out how beautiful you are and how much he loves you. Loves slipping his hands into yours as he thrusts into you, moaning your name into your ear and telling you how good you feel, how beautiful you look taking him so well, and just what a good girl you are. He loves praising you when you suck him off extra good, egging you on as you take him again and again, and asking you if you liked that when he rails into you. But also loves it when you compliment him, tell him how well he is doing and how good he’s making you feel and feel the way his cock twitches inside you in response. He’s also pretty vocal, with lots of low moans and whines, so he’ll probably shyly ask you to be kind of loud as well. Nothing boosts his ego like you reversing the attention and telling him how hot he is. He is a sucker for being the best at what he does and wants to hear that from you in particular. 

Ice play - Something about the sting of the ice followed by your warm tongue drives Junkyu batshit. The sheer contrast feels so good for him and he will be a moaning mess under you. When giving, he loves to use it especially during oral sex, watching the way you squirm and whine as he teases you before eating you out.

Marking - loves to leave hickeys on you, and for you to leave marks on him but only where the two of you will find it. He’s proud of the bruises on your neck and hip area the next day. In his slightly possessive mindset, likes how that marks you as his and will ward off anyone who even dares looking at you 

Breath play - Even if it’s not full on choking, likes for either one of you to wrap your hands on the other’s neck to exert control. Likes the feeling of your delicate neck in his hands and the way your lips part in lust when he wraps his huge hands there...and also likes the full control he places in your hands when you start to squeeze. 

Mashiho

Switch with dom lean.

Lingerie kink - oh man is this man into visuals. I think he definitely has a lingerie kink because you? in that sexy thing he got for you? You definitely always have him weak in the knees and horny as hell for nothing.

Edging - mentioned this in my MTL, but yeah Mashiho strikes me as someone who is secretly into this kind of control in bed. Whether he is giving or receiving this treatment, he gets off on the neediness that just continues to build and build and build towards the final release that comes with either one of you screaming, and then not being able to move too much for a few minutes from being way too fucked out.  Likes doing this a lot, no matter if he’s subbing or domming

Orgasm control - he would be really, really into controlling when you cum. Likes the rush of power he feels and the way you listen so well to him.

Toys - Would use it more of you than the other way around, but likes to use toys to help him edge you and tease you to make you more and more needy for him

Jaehyuk

Soft dom.

Cum play - likes seeing his cum on your body, likes to smear it around you, fuck it back into you, make you clean it off his fingers. Thinks it’s so fucking hot watching you covered in him

Thigh riding - Um he loves watching you trying to get yourself off on him. A little flattered you would choose to use him like that, but mostly just likes to tease you a little while you are a needy, moaning mess on top of him. Likes to rest a rough hand on your hips while you rut into him, watching your face intently with a sinful expression

Finger sucking - likes to place a few fingers in your mouth and feeling the way your tongue swirls and sucks around him, because it helps him anticipate what’s to come

Body worship - He thinks you are beautiful and will be very vocal about it in bed. Will spend so much time appreciating every part of your body and make sure you are feeling so pleasured the entire time. Type to stand you in front of a mirror and compliment you as his runs his hands over your body, circle your clit, and dips his fingers into you.

Asahi

Switch with no lean.

Bondage kink - Loves tying you up sooooo much oh my god something about the way you look squirming so desperately for him makes him a little lightheaded. He probably won’t mind being tied up either haha. He likes seeing it as a challenge to get out of the restraints and put you in them.

Power exchange - I see him as someone who will dom the shit out of you but also find a lot of fun in giving you the power to see what you would do with it. Loves it when either one of you just gives control to the other and establish that sense of trust as you rail each other uwu

Cumplay - Every time you go to the bathroom to flush out the load he leaves in you after a particularly eventful session, he always makes sure to watch how his cum trails down your thigh, biting his lip as he considers the possibility of yet another round

Cockwarming - Also, he is obsessed with cockwarming oh my god. He also loves the comfort of having your presence in his room as he mixes away at his beats. Once he finishes a part he is satisfied with, he’ll sit you on his lap and help you into his headphones, giving you the warmest back hug as you appreciate the pure talent this man has. Good luck trying to come up with proper feedback as he presses gentle, loving kisses on your shoulder, making you melt at the tenderness of the moment.

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