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♡₊˚⚜️・₊✧ 𝘆𝗼𝘂'𝗿𝗲 𝗲𝘅𝗽𝗲𝗰𝘁𝗶𝗻𝗴 𝘀𝘂𝗸𝘂𝗻𝗮'𝘀 𝗰𝗵𝗶𝗹𝗱, 𝘁𝗵𝗲 𝘂𝗻𝗱𝗲𝗿𝘄𝗼𝗿𝗹𝗱'𝘀 𝗰𝗿𝗶𝗺𝗲 𝗸𝗶𝗻𝗴 ♡₊˚⚜️・₊✧

: ̗̀➛ tropes: fem! reader 𖥔 mdni 𖥔 sukuna is a mafia kingpin 𖥔 teasing grumpy x sunshine 𖥔 pregnancy trope 𖥔 he'll burn the world for you 𖥔 "my wife" 𖥔 he's a great dad 𖥔 mentions of miscarriage 𖥔 mentions of physical and sexual assault 𖥔 mention of parental death 𖥔 major fluff 𖥔 sexual content 𖥔 alternate universe 𖥔 nsfw 𖥔 he loves eating you out 𖥔 anal play (yup.) 𖥔 last warning: mdni!

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: ̗̀➛ notes: no bc i love you all so much. it's insane how much you guys have supported my toji fanfic & and my nanami fanfic. i'll def be writing a part two to both of those masterpieces (yes i have self-confidence). as someone who's always imagined sukuna as a mafia leader, i decided to say fuck it and write it. please leave a comment, like, and reblog! thank you & ily. enjoy! (p.s. pregnancy trope>>>)

You never thought you'd be married to Sukuna Ryomen, let alone carrying his kid again. Yet, four years deep into this forced marital mess, thanks to your father owing a hefty debt to the kingpin of the underworld crime syndicate, here you were.

“Look at you, Mrs. Ryomen, radiant as ever!” chirped one of your husband’s associate's wives. You had studied a name list last night, but it all escaped your memory after you passed out from sheer exhaustion.

Sukuna wasn’t keeping a hawk's eye on you like he used to when you first stepped into the public eye. Gone were the days of his glares if you messed up a name. Never once had he laid a finger on you at home, despite your assumption that forgetfulness would earn you a beating.

“Thank you." You forced a smile at the woman, your patience waning as the mayor's birthday party stretched on. It was almost the end of the night, and your feet were protesting from traipsing around in flats. All you craved at that moment was your bed, pronto.

The woman and her husband attempted to capture Sukuna's lukewarm attention through political discussions and expressing gratitude for the illegal artillery shipments from your husband's syndicate. They made no effort to acknowledge your existence by his side.

Your hand rested on your belly, a mere eight months into your pregnancy—a new personal record. The first time you conceived, Sukuna demanded an heir, and you willingly agreed, knowing that the child would provide some distraction in the expansive estate that felt like a cage. Unfortunately, at the two-month mark, you experienced a miscarriage.

Feeling Sukuna's knuckles lightly tapping your back, you straightened your posture momentarily, only to slouch again almost instantly. It was futile. The discomfort of your swollen and cramped belly made it nearly impossible to maintain a poised demeanor in the midst of the party.

Disobeying Sukuna meant facing inevitable death, a fact well understood in his dangerous domain, and you had never dared to challenge that.

"Let's go," Sukuna said, cutting through the incessant chatter of the couple. He didn't grasp your hand, only your fragile wrist, a gesture you didn't mind. Yours was not a typical love; he, Sukuna Ryomen, a most feared monster in the criminal underworld, and you, a sacrificial lamb, a trophy collected three years ago, a means to his heir.

"I'm sorry," you whispered as you exited the venue, heading towards the limousine surrounded by fifteen armed guards under Sukuna's command. "I'm so sorry—"

"Get in the car." He held the door open for you, signaling his guards to disperse and take their positions in the Jeeps parked behind.

Silencing yourself, you cautiously settled into the back seat, and Sukuna joined you, slamming the door with force. His anger was discernible, and the memory of that night, losing your second unborn child to a kidnapping, plagued your dreams. You were uncertain if the nightmares were about Sukuna's wrath upon finding you or the horrors his enemies inflicted on you during your 48-hour captivity.

Sukuna noticed your struggle with the seatbelt and contorted his body toward you. Your fingers released their grip on the belt, allowing him to pull it taut and secure it snugly around your midsection. Click. He withdrew, distancing himself from your face that had been mere inches away.

“Tedious fucking party, anyway,” Sukuna grumbled, his left ankle casually perched on his right kneecap. He always adopted a specific posture, his elbow leaning against something, cheek resting on his knuckles, and his narrow eyes a rich brown that could almost pass for a deep shade of red. He exuded an unrelenting air of intimidation.

"I agree," you unintentionally voiced your thoughts, earning a sidelong glance from him. "I'm sorry. I didn't mean to."

His attention barely lingered on you as the car roared to life. You breathed a sigh of relief, stretching out your legs and leaning your head back against the seat's shoulder. Your palm absentmindedly traced circles on your belly. Goosebumps peppered your skin from the frigidness in the car, stirring an involuntary shudder.

"Turn on the heater," Sukuna ordered the driver in his smooth, languid baritone.

"Yes, sir."

As warmth gradually surrounded the backseat, you hummed a small "Thank you" and closed your eyes, enjoying a few moments of peace.

Disorientation clouded your senses, and you dispelled it by rubbing your eyes and using your knuckles to prop yourself against the headboard. A couple of contractions ripped through your gut, causing you to groan and hiss through gritted teeth.

The enormous room was devoid of Sukuna, its black silk sheets hinting at the luxury covering you. The fireplace casted a warm glow, and a soft, dim golden light spilled from the lamp onto the floor.

In the first year of your marriage and pregnancy, your bedroom was located three doors away. You were tended to by on-site nurses and doctors, surrounded by an entourage of maids for company. Days were spent aimlessly wandering the estate, occasionally crossing paths with one of Sukuna's mistresses, their curious smirks evident as they exited his room.

The second year brought a subtle shift. You still slept alone, but now there was a surprising addition of joining Sukuna for dinner. Positioned diagonally from him, an air of restrained silence hung above your head. Yet, between the utensils clattering and quiet chewing, Sukuna's glances toward you and your five-month-old belly revealed your anticipation for the impending arrival of your child.

One of your maids had been instructed to lure you into a private conversation in the back garden, and before you could react, a group of men clad in black drugged you and forcibly removed you from the cage, which in that cruel moment felt like a sanctuary.

Most details of the monstrosities forced upon you in that warehouse have been compressed by your mind—the merciless physical and sexual assault endured for hours. They callously bragged that raping Sukuna's Ryomen's wife was a personal victory, cackling like bloodthirsty hyenas as you bled from your legs. In the thick of your suffering, you lost your second child in a pool of your own sweat and feces.

When Sukuna discovered you, when he annihilated every man along with their bloodlines, you were left as a mere shell of a woman, practically lifeless. You've existed as a walking corpse for quite some time now. Following that dreadful night, you attempted every conceivable means to end your own life—drowning, leaping out of windows, creating a makeshift noose from bed sheets and tying them around balcony railings, teetering on the edge—but every attempt proved useless. Sukuna consistently interfered at the last minute, sweeping in and enveloping you in his arms as you wept until unconsciousness claimed you for days.

Therapy provided some relief, as did the medications. Sukuna heightened security measures tenfold, keeping only those workers who served during his father and grandfather's reigns. He moved your belongings into his bedroom, sleeping by your side with a gun beneath his pillow. There were times when you would doze off in the library while reading, only to wake up in his room.

Two years seemed like an eternity in the slow process of healing, both physically and mentally, from the torment that had befallen you. Stepping into the garden was a reminder of the progress you had made, yet the hope that blossomed in your womb now filled you with a different kind of fear.

You needed your baby. Even if it meant risking your own life during childbirth. The only thing that mattered was the precious life you carried within you, and as long as your baby took that first breath, you'd welcome death with open arms.

Sukuna's bedroom door creaked open, revealing his presence.

Mink-colored tendrils of hair obscured his eyes, disheveled from their usual spiked stance. The stark white of his dress shirt was marred by the unmistakable stains of someone else's blood, and a gun dangled casually from his grasp. In the subdued lighting, his facial markings, inked tattoos designed to mask the scars of his tormented childhood, appeared more ominous than ever.

Without acknowledging your ogling, he briskly entered his bathroom.

You slipped back under the covers, pulling the comforter up to your chin, soothing the sharp twinges in your belly. The rhythmic sounds of his shower served as a background melody. Sukuna took an eternity to freshen up, nearly two hours passing before the door finally creaked open. You had kept a close eye on it, lost in your own world and trying to ignore the persistent contractions. No complaints, though – you were at the eight-month mark, and this baby was determined to make its entrance into the world.

Draped in a sleek black silk robe, Sukuna strolled toward his side of the bed, his eyes locking onto yours. "Why are you still awake?" He tilted his head as if studying an unfamiliar creature. He always regarded you with a curious interest, unearthing some new revelations about you.

"Cramps," you whispered in the dimness, even though the first rays of morning sun began to seep through the curtains.

Sukuna strolled to his side of the bed, lifting the comforter to settle down. "Do you take any medication for it?"

You shook your head. "I don't want to take any risks."

"So you're just going to endure the night with a migraine?"

Your husband seemed oblivious to the concept of cramps. He hadn't bothered to educate himself about your pregnancy or even familiarize himself with basic menstrual cycle terminology. You hesitated to bring attention to his title and position, but he was, after all, born from a woman.

How could he not know?

"Answer me," Sukuna demanded, fixing you with a cold, indifferent gaze. How could two simple words carry such a heavy, intimidating weight? Your entire body shuddered, and you swore you felt your child kick in response to his attitude, causing you to clench your teeth.

"Cramps . . . are something women experience during their period and pregnancy. They're sharp, unpredictable pains in your gut and back," you explained, finding a position that eased the cramps and calmed your baby. "It's worse when you're pregnant—like someone attached a taser to your body without a switch to turn it off."

Sukuna's brow furrowed, and he seemed pissed off as if he held a vendetta against cramps. "Will it have any consequence on the baby?"

You were really trying to be patient. “The baby is the reason why.”

He ran his hands wearily down his face, casting a stern gaze at the ceiling, his breath quickening. "Is there any way to relieve the pain? Besides medication?"

“Well,” you said slowly, “when I first started menstruating, my mother used to place a warm rubber bottle on my stomach.” The recollection of nights spent groaning, tossing, and turning with your hand clutching your stomach brought a smile. After her passing in high school, you found yourself managing the household, dealing with your drug-addicted father, and taking care of yourself all on your own.

"Come here."

Startled, you shifted your focus to your husband, who raised the comforter like a makeshift tent with one arm. "You don't have to—"

"Come here."

With caution, you edged closer, lying flat and holding your breath. Sukuna propped himself up on one elbow, resting his temple on his knuckles while adjusting the blanket up to your neck. His left hand glided up your sweater and settled on your swollen belly.

An immediate sense of relaxation cocooned you, your eyes closing as warmth radiated from his palm onto your skin. The sensation passed through to your child, who quit kicking within seconds, seemingly recognizing their father's touch. It dawned on you that Sukuna hadn't touched you since you conceived, and you hadn't realized the volume of your misery and longing until this moment.

"Feeling better?"

"Mm-hmm." You nestled your face close to his neck. All you managed to whisper, your voice tinged with brokenness, was, "Please, don't let go."

Sukuna responded only with silence.

You'd woken up screaming bloody-mary.

The security team and maids hurried into the bedroom, their eyes widening at the sight of blood staining your clothes and darkening the black sheets. In a swift response, the doctor and her team of nurses rushed in while Uraume, Sukuna's trusted aide, calmly called for your husband from a corner of the room.

In the heat of your excruciating screams, five nurses attempted to guide your breathing and encourage you to follow a pattern. Guards carefully lifted you into a sitting position, and Uraume decisively cleared the room of all men. The doctor swiftly removed your sweatpants and panties, covering your lower region with a sheet, and instructing you to push.

Your body felt numb, your eyes rolling to the back of your head, and a black vignette closing in on your vision. Your head swayed left and right, on the verge of dropping if not for Uraume's unwavering support. Despite the intensity of your grip, they held steady, their only reaction being a stream of muttered curses amid the chaotic scene.

"I can't—Uraume—"

"You will, Mrs. Sukuna. You have come this far. Giving up now is not an option."

"I don't want to die," you whispered akin to a prayer.

"You won't," they softly replied. "He won't allow it."

Uraume, a silent figure from the past, now stood by your side, offering support and encouragement. The connection with them had been minimal, limited to the formalities of a marital contract signing. They had simply muttered, “He’s not half as evil as they say,” to you before packing up the papers and leaving you in the room with Sukuna.

The room buzzed with affirmations, reassuring you that they could see the baby's head and urging you to push with each breath.

The sound of the baby's cries stirred you awake.

You snapped to attention at the sweet, reassuring sound, realizing that your baby was close to arrival—alive and ready to face the world. Following two heartbreaking miscarriages and the pain endured as Sukuna's wife, the bearer of his lost children, you were finally on the cusp of welcoming motherhood.

"Two more pushes!" The doctor's voice cut through the air.

"AGH!" A guttural growl escaped your throat as you grappled with the harsh sensations. Your body trembled, and waves of fiery discomfort overflowed through your core as you exerted yourself to bring your baby into the world.

"Come on," Uraume whispered. "You can do this, Mrs. Ryomen."

You let out a powerful cry and strained with effort, bringing forth new life. The baby and you were crying at the exact wavelength, competing against who could be louder. The nurses and attendants, familiar faces from your previous pregnancies, clasped their hands in prayer for a safe delivery. Tears of relief streamed down your face as you pushed for your own well-being.

"Blanket!" the doctor urgently called out, prompting a nurse to rush over with a soft cream blanket. "Push!"

With a final, determined push, the weight lifted suddenly.

The slippery sensation of delivering the child and the immediate release of pressure left you slumping against Uraume's shoulder. As they laid you down, the doctor directed the staff to tend to you while the baby's cries filled the air.

The doctor approached through your hazy sight and gently laid your newborn on your chest. Overwhelmed with emotion, you showered your baby with kisses, tears of joy streaming down your face. Your little one was here. They were finally here.

"Congratulations, Mrs. Ryomen," the doctor announced as the cries of your newborn gradually faded into the background. "It's a girl."

You drifted into unconsciousness.

The soft cadence of Sukuna's voice filtered through the foggy boundaries of sleep, causing you to slowly come back to life.

“Why is this brat refusing to sleep?” you heard your husband grumbling.

With a laborious effort, you rubbed your eyes, summoning the strength to lift your head from the comfort of the pillow. The scene unfolded before you—Sukuna, the most feared criminal, pacing at the foot of his bed, cradling your crying newborn daughter in his arms, unsure of how to handle his little foe.

"What do you want? Food? You don’t have any teeth yet, little miscreant."

"Sukuna . . ." you whispered, a gentle plea for attention.

Your husband's gaze snapped in your direction, relief washing over his features as he realized you were conscious. "Thank fuck." Moving swiftly, he approached and took a seat at the edge of the bed.

His brown-reddish eyes lingered on the delicate scene unfolding before him—the intertwining of your index finger with your daughter's tiny, rattling fist. A calming magic seemed to stem from your touch, instantly soothing the cries to soft sniffles.

"Already playing favorites, I see," he remarked with a teasing tone, a wry smile on his lips.

"I have to feed her." Your voice was hoarse from the relentless screaming during the delivery. A series of deadly wheezes followed when you coughed, frightening your baby once more. Her cries started again, blending with the impatient curses of her father.

He gently placed her in the cradle, his strength used to prop you up against the headboard. The room carried the scent of coconut soap, your body freshly washed, the sheets beneath you brand-new. You were also dressed in a new set of panties and a nursing bra.

"Are you sure you have enough nutrients in your body to feed her?" Sukuna asked, holding your baby girl as you unclipped the front left cup. Rather than wasting your breath on a response, you focused on helping your daughter latch onto your nipple.

You winced once she caught it, then melted back as she started drinking. “I’m fine,” you finally answered. “Body . . . hurts.”

"No shit. You pushed an eight-kilo baby out of you." Despite the crude sarcasm in his tone, Sukuna tenderly caressed his knuckles over his daughter's cheek.

"Did you want . . . a girl?"

"Why do you ask?"

"I'm sorry," you mumbled, adjusting your baby onto your lap. "I assumed you'd prefer a boy as an heir."

"I'm not my father," he declared, putting an end to the conversation. "She's got your eyes."

Your daughter gazed up at you with a curiosity remarkably similar to yours. You smiled down at her, grateful she had made it. Grateful that Sukuna wasn't throwing a tantrum over the gender of your child but instead cupping the top of his baby girl's head and brushing his thumb across her forehead.

“You got a name for her?” Sukuna asked.

“Yes, but we can brainstorm if you don’t—”

“You carried the child, you birthed her, you will name her. Whatever it is, I agree.”

Something dead stirred inside your chest. Swallowing hard, you shared the chosen name, "Nobara."

He nodded in approval, and as he pronounced her name, Nobara responded with a wailing cry. "Her tantrums will be the fucking death of me." Sukuna took her into his arms again.

"Support the back of her head and rub her back. She needs to be burped," you advised.

He grunted but followed your instructions. Moments later, a tiny burp from Nobara made you chuckle, earning a slight eye roll and a hint of a smile from him.

"I'll take the next few weeks off to help you recover from the aftermath and the stitches," he announced, rising and walking towards his work desk, where he settled into a large leather chair, cradling your newborn.

You nodded appreciatively, easing yourself down.

"Oh, before I forget," Sukuna mentioned as you settled into bed, "I've arranged a new doctor for you."

“Did you fire the last one?”

“I fired at her, yes.”

Your eyes widened. "What? Why would you—? What?"

He shrugged, cradling the back of your newborn's head. "She suggested an additional stitch for you. Said it would make things 'tighter' down there for me."

Your face flushed. “So . . . you killed her?”

"Yes," he confirmed, his gaze fixed on you with those penetrating eyes, "I don't need a mere doctor questioning whether I'd still enjoy having sex with my wife after she gave birth to our child."

“But . . . you have mistresses. Don’t you?”

He lifted a brow. “I had mistresses up until . . . ”

Up until the kidnapping.

Sukuna never spoke of the crime after he’d saved you. Instead, he expressed his commitment through actions: sleeping beside you, teaching you how to handle a handgun, keeping a protective arm around your waist at social gatherings. Occasionally, you swore you felt him run his fingers through your hair as you slept.

"I wouldn't mind if you did," you admitted, a voice inside contradicting your words. "Given what my body has been through, I would find myself repulsive for pleasure, too. I understand if you feel disgusted."

Sukuna halted the gentle strokes on your daughter's back and straightened up. "What the fuck did you just say?"

An icy shiver ran through you, momentarily numbing the pain. "I-I just assumed—"

"You know, you make a lot of assumptions about me, wife. It gets under my fucking skin that you'd ever believe I could raise a hand on you. Day and night, every hour and minute, even now, in your presence, my mind is consumed with ways to kill the fear that's taken root in you.” He was infuriated yet vulnerable, with Nobara sleeping peacefully on his shoulder. “Everyone I’ve ever met has done nothing but fear me like I’m a curse on their soul, and while I’m flattered of the monster they’ve painted me out to be, I refuse to let my wife and daughter see me in that light. Do I make myself clear?"

You . . . nodded.

“And for your information, I had mistresses up until I married you.”

You took in a sharp breath, processing the confession. "But those women—"

"Spies," he clarified, his voice low and steady. "They operate undercover in my clubs, keeping an eye out for potential threats. I haven't fucked anyone since the day I put that ring on your finger." He offered a small, almost imperceptible apology to your baby for cursing.

"Oh."

All you ever heard were twisted stories about the Sukuna Ryomen, a young man who, against all odds, slaughtered his own father to ascend the throne of the underworld criminal realm. Whispers spoke of a chilling childhood, where a mother's desperate attempt to suffocate her son in his sleep. The scars etched into his skin, concealed beneath a tapestry of dark markings, bore witness to the brutal initiation rites inflicted by vengeful uncles. In his domain, everyone prayed to see him buried six feet under.

Which is why you felt sympathy for your husband. He was lonely. Too lonely. Despite all the riches and influence surrounding him, he was stuck in a fortress where danger lurked around every corner. He had no friends, no one he could truly confide in—except perhaps Uraume. Opening up about his emotions wasn't in his nature. He kept the tough exterior, convinced that being a monster, a curse, was the only path to earning respect and recognition.

But just now, when had cut himself open in front of you and bled a human color, he was Sukuna. Your husband. The one who just became a father. A man wrapped in a comfortable robe with his hair combed down and his skin clean of dirt and blood as he held his daughter, as he gazed at you like you two were the only people meant fighting for in his treacherous world.

Sukuna noticed your silence, tuned in to your steady breaths, and lowered his lashes. "You'll ask me to touch you. Not just for the sake of having another child but for your own pleasure. If I'm not around and you need me, you will call, and I'll rush home. If this little brat gives you any trouble, I'll handle it. Hell, maybe I'll let her in on a bit of the family business for a head start."

"No," you murmured, absorbing everything he'd just said. "Not now. I want her to enjoy a proper childhood."

"Is that a demand?" Sukuna tilted his head slightly, another method of asserting authority. Yet, after all he'd shared about dropping everything for you, about making love to you, the fear in you started to dissolve bit by bit.

"Yes," you affirmed. "It's a demand."

A small smirk played on Sukuna's lips as he rose from his spot, circled the bed, and settled down beside you, with Nobara resting peacefully on his chest. Summoning all your strength, you turned to run your fingers over your baby's soft cheek and tiny, parted lips.

“She sleeps like you, Mr. Ryomen.”

“Sukuna,” he corrected, his arm covering his eyes as he breathed with a slightly open mouth. “My wife will call me Sukuna.”

Teasingly, you asked, “Is that a demand, Sukuna?”

His arm shifted low, and his reddish-brown eyes softened, stealing your breath. “Only from my wife and daughter.”

You smiled, closing your eyes. “Goodnight, Sukuna.”

In response, he wrapped his strong arm around you, pulling you close to his side, his two girls snuggled against his body.

In the beginning, you knew you didn't belong in the hell Sukuna ruled. Your father's mistakes, pilfering drug shipments and peddling them locally, had sealed both his fate and yours. With thoughts of fleeing the disgrace your father brought upon your family, you had started packing, desperate to escape the clutches of your old man.

The following night, Sukuna and his henchmen barged into your cramped apartment, wreaking havoc on every piece of furniture. Rocking in the corner of your room, Sukuna casted his shadow over you like the God of Death, bathed in your father’s blood.

Crouching down to your eye level, he tipped your chin up, leaving a splotch of blood. He used the collar of your sweater to wipe it away. In a hushed confession, you revealed the hidden drugs under the sink and floorboards, along with your father's buyer list folded in the cereal boxes. Sukuna grinned and ordered his underlings to retrieve the concealed items. Then, the chilling question hung in the air: "Are you going to kill me, too?"

"I'm tempted," Sukuna replied, "but not to kill you." His gaze fixated on your left hand, and he raised it, studying your ring finger. "You will pay for your father's crimes with your life." He held your hand in front of your face. "You will take my last name." His smirk widened, revealing perfect teeth. "Isn't that the cruelest form of death, love?"

Unconsciousness claimed you then, but after seven years of marriage, enduring unimaginable hardships, and finally welcoming a baby into the world, your answer was clear. The true torment wasn't caused by the man you once perceived as a monster but rather by his enemies.

"How am I supposed to know if Mr. Munchkin wants more tea? He's a fucking stuffed toy. Can't talk, you know?"

"Sukuna," you warned, perched on the armrest while busy crocheting baby socks for your little one on the way.

Nobara, wielding a rubber, squeaky hammer, stood up from her seat, giving her father a bonk on the head each time he let out a curse. And you often heard the squeak of the hammer around the house.

Nobara's tiara was slightly askew, frustration evident in her curled lips and bared teeth. She was growing increasingly irritated with her father's lack of understanding about the rules of her tea party. "Mr. Munchkin wants tea, Papa. Give him tea! Give him tea! Give him—"

"Fine, I surrender. Here, you little bastard. Take the whole fu—damn pot." He shoved the plastic teapot towards Mr. Munchkin, a well-loved cat stuffed toy you had gifted Nobara on her last birthday. "Happy?"

"Cup," she insisted, pointing at the tea cup in front of Mr. Munchkin.

Sukuna sighed and poured the water from the kettle into the pink plastic cup.

"Me too," Nobara added, settling back in her kiddie chair. Sukuna had barely taken his seat before she had him on the floor. "Hurry!"

"May I pour for the other toys first, Your Highness?"

"Not toys. Friends."

Sukuna shot you a helpless glare, eliciting a chuckle from you. He filled the table with tea, and Nobara, holding her small cup, clinked it with her father's, followed by her collection of stuffed animals. Sukuna reluctantly mimicked the gesture. Instead of sipping the tea, he downed it like a shot.

“Papa!”

“Sukuna, come on.”

There wasn’t any winning with his girls.

Sukuna reluctantly poured himself another cup, sipping it with an air of reluctance that mirrored a princess. Despite his resistance to the make-believe tea party, you couldn't ignore the genuine affection he showed toward his daughter. He would nod attentively when one of the stuffed animals "spoke," laughed along with Nobara, and even beautified himself with a glittering tiara, a feathered pink scarf, and deep purple-painted nails.

Sukuna was, without a doubt, a fantastic father. It came as no surprise that Nobara's first word was 'Brat.'

That night, you kissed your daughter goodnight and tucked her into her bed. Sukuna joked that he’d spent every last bit of his wealth decorating the brat’s room, filling it with the latest toys, and stacking her closet with whatever clothes she laid her finger or eyes on. She was truly the princess of her father’s heart.

"She's asleep," you informed him.

"I'll give her a kiss in a minute. Just need to finish this," Sukuna replied, pouring over his documents.

Letting out a sigh, you shuffled over, rolled back his chair, and settled onto his lap. He continued reading as you wrapped your arms around his neck, resting your cheek on his shoulder, peering at him through your lashes.

"I want you," you murmured.

Sukuna paused, lowering his gaze to meet your cheeky smile. "Later."

"It's late."

"I have to finish—" He halted as you began kissing his neck, moving up to his jaw and cheeks, tracing the contours of his face tattoos.

"Please, Sukuna," you whispered near his ear.

How could he refuse you anything when you appeared so stunning, radiating with the joy of expecting another child in your four-month-old belly?

“Take off your robe and get on the bed. Spread your legs for me.” He gave your ass a little smack as you happily skipped away, shedding your clothes and clearing the bed to settle in. With a grin, you opened your legs, propping yourself up on your elbows.

Sukuna stood up from his seat, loosening his robe as he did. He sighed, watching the moisture forming between your legs. Pregnancy seemed to heighten your lusts, and Sukuna was always ready to fulfill your needs.

“What pretty, wet cunt,” he whispered softly, leaning in to kiss your chest, trailing down to your stomach, your hips, your calling clit.

Over the years, you realized Sukuna enjoyed pleasuring you more than the opposite. He feasted on you like a starved man, whether it happened in the back of the limo, in a guest room during a party, or just minutes before a crucial meeting in his office. He insisted it was his way of relaxing, often pleading with you to spend a full hour on his face as he ate you out and drank every drop of your release. It had turned into a daily routine for him. And for you.

“Oh, Sukuna, yes, yes. Right there—ah!” Your back arched off the mattress when his tongue drove into your hole, flicking and exploring your clamping walls. His mouth was latched to your pussy, sucking it in, his cheeks hollowing rapidly. Your fingers tightened in his hair, hips voluntarily grating against his face, his sharp nose rubbing over your swollen clit.

Sukuna drew back as you came down with a muted cry behind your hand and lapped at the flow of your juices pouring out of you. His lips shone as he leaned over and gently kissed you, allowing you to taste yourself from his tongue. “If I don’t fuck you now, I will die.”

“Hurry, then.”

Sukuna pushed himself inside you, and that first wave of pleasure hit you so strongly that you sank your nails in his back and cried out heavenwards. He groaned and grunted, thrusts growing speed, his plump balls smacking against your ass. You loved that he fucked harder, faster, driving you to the brink of ruination.

After you'd healed from Nobara's birth, he would always make sure to get at least ten orgasms from you. From midnight to early morning, he'd fuck you in every possible position. But his favorite was always missionary, where he could have his eyes on you, writhing and whimpering beneath him, telling him it’s too much, he's too thick, all while using your heels to draw him in even closer.

Sukuna curled his arm around your waist and sat you up on his lap, thrusting up into you as you coiled yourself around his neck. “Oh, fuck, fuck, fuck. Your cunt was made for me, love. Your cunt was fucking made for me.” His hand threaded to the back of your head, grasping your hair and drawing your face back so you were looking him in the eyes without wavering, without bowing your head. He needed to know you didn’t fear him when he fucked you like this. It was an unspoken check-in, and when you smiled drunkenly, only then did he let you return to embracing him.

“Are you close?” you whispered.

“Not yet. I want to come in your ass.”

You shivered despite how scalding and sweaty your bodies were. “Do it.”

“Yeah?”

You nodded. “Please.”

Sukuna dragged you off his cock so you could get on all-fours, raising your ass up for him. He’s only ever been in your sacred spot a handful of times but never finished himself inside it. It appeared that tonight you were both a little extra spellbound.

Mounting himself behind you, Sukuna unfurled your ass and spit on his fingers, stroking the puckered hole. He gathered the creamy liquid dripping out of your pussy to lubricate the spot. His middle finger stretched you out, followed by his ring fingers, pushing in and out until he knew for sure you were prepared for him.

Sukuna’s steel-hard cock pushed into your tiny hole. The sight of it expanding to swallow his girthy size almost made him come right there and then. He started to move in sluggish movement, grabbing onto your waist. His hips cruised, brushing against your ass, making you impatient and push yourself back.

“Understood.” He chuckled and dug his nails into your skin, dragging out to the tip and shoving himself inside. Your face pressed into your pillows, crying and trembling as he abused your asshole non-stop. “You’re taking me so well, my love. Oh, fuck, fuck.” He rutted into you like a beast, claiming your body, rubbing your clit from the front, spanking your ass, brandishing you over and over again.

You both snapped in unison.

Sukuna sagged over your spine as he bucked in every last bit of his sloppy seed. His lips kissed your shoulder blades, holding you up by one arm. Gently, he pulled out, his cock growing floppy until you flipped onto your back, hair sticking to your sweaty, flushed face, belly slightly swollen, your tits larger in size, his release mingled with yours seeping out from your holes.

“Fuck, I love you,” he whispered, cupping your face like he didn’t just fuck your soul out of you. That smirk you’d come to love appeared on his lips. You reciprocated back, stretching out your arms so he could lean down and kiss you sweetly on the lips and cheeks and toss in a praise or two for what a good girl you were as he slid into you again, slower and more intimate with his game. “I fucking love you, Y/N.”

You smiled against his lips that continuously whispered the three beautiful words and said, “I love you, too, Sukuna,” before sealing it with a long, lasting kiss.

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viburnt · 4 months

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id love to read more about puppy dabi's lady and the tramp dynamic! could i request headcanons about how dabi met and became attached to his owner?

Hi, Anon! Thank you for requesting, lovely. Here are some headcanons for your favorite puppy boy! I hope you like them hehe.

Lady and the tramp: Doberman! Dabi meets his owner Headcanons

Dabi met you by mere coincidence and, to this day, he´s not very proud of the intentions he had when he first approached you. He was looking for an easy target to rob and you, looking like a dork with your job´s uniform (Dabi´s words), seemed perfect. He didn´t consider, however, that you felt no fear of his imposing and scary looks; hell, you even made small talk with him during the whole situation. "Ah, you need some money? It´s ok, I think I have some cash in my wallet. Is this enough?" *Confused Doberman noises* It was new for him, he´d never experienced kindness in such a way.

He was genuinely dumbfounded by your attitude towards him and something inside him simply went "Oh, ok, she´s dumb. Do I exploit this trait or..." Dabi even went as far as exchanging numbers with you, not sure of how that happened. You pretty much pulled an "Izuku Midoriya friendship move" and somewhat warmed his cynical heart.

This Doberman soon found himself keeping an eye on you from the shadows, making sure no one would bother you on your way home or to your workplace. If someone asked him why, he´d just say he was "keeping his cash cow safe", but the reality was that he was scared that your naivety would get you in trouble. It was already risky enough that you´d become close to him, what if someone else tried to abuse that dumb brain of yours? He figured it was because you had almost no experience on the streets, much like that doggie "Lady" from Lady and the Tramp. "Does that make me the tramp?" He often wondered, deciding to call you his lady for shits and gigs.

Touya is quick on picking your habits and likings, memorizing the streets you walk or what you buy at the convenience store for lunch. You also begin to reciprocate by being more open about you and your life, sharing quality time with him, and even going as far as inviting him over whenever he needs. It goes unnoticed at first, but whenever you say "Do you wanna come with me?" His tail wags with a happiness he hadn´t experienced before.

He becomes gradually more attached to you the more you start showing him the domestic side of life. Soon he finds himself waiting for the clock to mark 5 p.m. to join you on your path home; he allows you to touch him, and he allows you to approach. Hell, he becomes so comfortable with you that whenever you´re not around his brain screams "Where´s my dork?"

To put it in simpler words, he (being the tramp) having experienced life on the streets, fell for you (his lady), the one who showed sympathy and kindness to manage to tame his heart. And while he may not want to recognize it, you pretty much owned him in a way no other could.

"Do you like bubble tea? I like the flavors this store offers, so I bought you one too!" You said, handing Dabi the plastic cup. "Is this really ok? Why are you not scared of me?" The man asked, inspecting with curious eyes the drink you gifted him. "I don´t see why I should be scared, besides, I have no one to talk to. You´re a great listener, you know?" Something inside Dabi felt warm, and he wasn´t sure of what it was; the stump of his tail wagged at your words. "Don´t be so fool, you barely know me." He explained, but you only shrugged it off. "Do you wanna harm me?" He shook his head. "If not friend, then why are you friend-shaped?" You joked, earning a hearty laughter from him. Only a month had passed since your first encounter, and it was so over for Dabi: you were too damn pure for your own good, and he liked that!

Tagging the club: @dabislittlemouse , @trickster-kat , @shonen-brainrot , @shionancientsblog

#my hero academia #MHA Puppy boy Au!#dabi x reader #touya todoroki x reader

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Rank Naruto across the ages

ok...? objectifying naruto is my favourite pastime

10. Blank Period Naruto

he looks like a dork and a fed, this is what heterosexuality does to a mfer.

luckily he didnt look like this in real life, his face was still pretty round and his hair was longer. he did wear a jacket like that but with an orange uzushio shirt underneath, and orange and blue track pants like obito's.

9. The Last Naruto

he looks like hes in basic training. hate it. once again his face didnt look like that and his hair is stupid. naruto has never been one for fashion but he wouldnt dress like someone's dad at age 19, cmon now. its only slightly better than the blank period one because the scarf is a cute callback to his childhood.

8. Boruto Naruto

the outfit is fine. the haircut is awful. i like that we have matching capes. the face looks more like him than the others did. this one ranks higher than the others because of the dilf appeal but thats really all that redeems it. this scene too.

7. The Naruto that Loved me

after we lost our arms but before we got the implants. we spent a lot of time together before i left, so the manga/anime version of us feels very cold. he also wore a yukata during this time, not pants and a shirt. he said it was more comfortable that way. this is where they get closer to representing naruto as he is, so it ranks higher than the others even though im not too much of a fan.

6. Genin Naruto

hold your shocked gasps until the end. this is the version of naruto i had the most conflict with, it's probably the most painful and distant our relationship has ever been. even when we were apart as teenagers, i felt at peace with how i felt about him compared to this time period. it's just marked with fear, his obliviousness and his own problems with me and himself. but he was still mostly cute and soft here so it ranks high.

5. Enter, Naruto

the naruto you see at the start of the series. i kissed this naruto so there's sentimental value in him. but again, he really hated me and even though i thought it was funny i probably would've just preferred he didnt. the goggles are lame also.

4. Newborn Naruto

adorable and pure. i cried the moment he was born because i knew my life had changed. i want to protect him. he is my dream.

3. Naruto, the village Troublemaker

the naruto that started it all. a total dickhead. the birth of usuratonkachi. but somehow also always bringing me the peace i needed during the worst time of my life. the only reason hes here instead of 2 is because 2 was slightly cuter, but i wish i had been able to hold this version of him too.

2. Naruto, the village Pariah

i cannot understand how anyone can look at this cherub and push him around, pour water on him, scream, hit, and curse at him. he was somehow even purer than how he was as a newborn despite all the horrors he experienced as a child. the manga doesnt go into detail, the anime is more true to life but still doesnt even scratch the surface. there are still things i find out from him now that we're adults. this was the first time i saw him (except he was wearing a scarf then), and everything happened in a flash. the seed was planted in my heart.

Naruto, my hero

this is the naruto i fell in love with the moment i saw him. it's the naruto that blooms into everything he didnt exactly know he wanted, but what he did know he needed. when naruto and i die, this is probably the time period our souls will be stuck in. what else can i say about him? its the naruto who struggles the most, succeeds the most, hurts the most, hurts others the most, but we love the most because he is so human. and it gave us sage mode, which is super hot. and the general mesh shirt/half-naked beach babe vibe he gives off for a bit is also great for the eye. the naruto he is now is just a continuation of this one.

#ask #sasuke rp #sasunaru #naruto #sasunaru headcanons #this made me hungry

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theharrowing · 5 months

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Say please

Yoongi, accompanied by his best friend Namjoon, attends a kink event at an exclusive club, and he meets someone who is as handsome as he is lethal.

🤍 Pretty in Pink Yoongi x Collateral Taehyung

🤍 word count: ≈ 500

🤍 crossover episode between fics, strangers to strangers with benefits, canon compliant (idol) & not canon compliant (mafia), bdsm, poly, slash, nsfw, 18+

🤍 warnings: an allusion to smut with adult language (thinking about having sex with a stranger and mention of having an erection); Yoongi is a very good boy; Taehyung has a pretty new plaything; Namjoon is just along for the ride (a very good boy on the sidelines); Yoongi is in a new pretty pink kitten outfit; restraints (cuffed to a wooden x); impact play (struck with a flogger.)

🤍 notes: technically this takes place somewhere that won't exist until Reconciliation, but i thought this would be some fun foreshadowing. ugh, i really love these two characters and these two fics!!!

🤍 written for the Harrow's Holiday Cheer Event, requested by @sweetestofchaos 🎈 i love you, my darling Chell!!! thank you for always hyping me up and for being an amazing friend (and an amazing writer!!!) you were the first one to sign up and i wrote this so fast lmaooooo.

🤍 beta read by @neoneunnajimin

🤍 posted dec. 2023

"Say please," Taehyung growls beside Yoongi's ear, causing a tremor of excitement laced with fear to rock through him.

"Please," Yoongi whimpers, eyes screwed shut. His fingers are beginning to tingle from his hands being restrained high above his head.

Taehyung's gruff voice commanding, "Look at me," makes Yoongi gasp and open his eyes so wide he has to blink quickly a few times. Taehyung stands before him shirtless, head obstructing the bright red light that otherwise threatens to make Yoongi dizzy. His eyes are covered in a thin layer of blue lace and the hint of a smile that graces Taehyung's face is so sardonic, Yoongi shivers.

"You're doing great, kitten," Namjoon's soothing voice says from Yoongi's right, calming him instantly.

This was all Namjoon's idea, after all; gaining access to a kink event run by men so powerful and dangerous-looking that Yoongi questions whether they could have ties to the mafia. Taehyung sidled up to Yoongi fast when he walked in wearing a pretty pink mesh and lace kitten outfit and ears, and it only took about twenty minutes and two glasses of neat whiskey for Yoongi to agree to the proposition of letting the man restrain him right here, in front of all the other clubgoers, and invite him to a world of pleasure and pain unlike anything he has experienced.

"Lots of pretty idols like you come in here to be ruined by seedy thugs like me," Taehyung joked as he led Yoongi to the back of the space where there was a lone wooden X waiting for him to get strapped to. Yoongi had a feeling that had to be the case, based on all the waivers and contracts he had to sign, and the fact that everyone is required to wear a mask. He wishes Hoseok would have come; he thinks Hoseok would really like a place like this.

Although Yoongi only agreed to impact play, Taehyung initially offered to take Yoongi downstairs to a private room for a little more fun. "It's my boyfriend's club," he insisted with a large warm palm splayed against Yoongi's lower back. "We have free reign to do anything your pretty little heart desires. Is your boyfriend into threesomes? I bet I could make both of you cry."

Even with Namjoon's permission and insistence, Yoongi opted to begin with something more experimental and less sexual. Foolish of him to think flogging wouldn't be sexual.

As he stands in small pink briefs and Taehyung whips his bare skin, Yoongi tingles with desire. He imagines what it would feel like to get marked up this way while stuffed full of some handsome stranger's dick while Namjoon sits and watches.

And with each gentle strike of Taehyung's tools against his skin, the blood rushes to Yoongi's cock, and he considers asking this mysterious man to take him into one of the private rooms and ruin him a little more. Maybe once they're done here. Maybe after a little liquid courage.

drabbles are such a teeeeaseeeeee but i would have never been able to stop if i didn't end it here. what do you think these two get up to as the night continues? sound off in the notes! 🤍

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#yoongi x taehyung #taegi #taegi smut #bts poly #bts smut #fic: say please #fic: pretty in pink (make him purr)#fic: collateral #harrow's holiday cheer event 🎁

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1/ 2I need to talk about the perfect tragedy that is Atabei. Atabei who met this little boy that wouldn't kill the piglets! Who embraced the black girl with her magic and superstitions! And then _wouldn't _realize until it was too late that boy had changed. It didn't matter if it was the privation he'd experienced, or if there was this seed of awfulness always in him, didn't even matter if some part of him was guilty about it. She loved him so much for who he was before and what they'd shared

2/3 that love—one of the strongest forces for good—blinded her into doing great evil and I'm verklempt. I have no idea if the "ghosts" Ford mentions will play a role, or even if we'll learn *why* Eliza eventually "fell" (though I hope like hell some of Sirene's descendants play a role because her eight-year-old put-down of Guilford was the best fucking line so far I adore that child to pieces) Sure, she'd done some questionable shit—though considering abusive husband of Eliza I approve--,

3/3 and it would've been so easy to make her as resentful as Guilford, but that the hamartia of her doom was wrongly bestowed kindness is visceral and raw and perfect. God, sorry that got so long my epitaph will be 'thought nothing worth penning were it not verbose'

First off, sorry I didn't answer this right away. I have been mentally rereading and kicking my feet and giggling.

Secondly!

NEVER feel bad about sending long asks about Bones in the Ocean. Or any asks! That story, its world, its concepts and the types of magic, the rules... it's all taken over my brain and I am almost always desperate to just ramble endlessly about the characters and histories, especially the aspects that aren't part of the main storyline but are instead the added context around the edges of it.

Gilly always had a seed of potential awful in him, but Atabei was actually a good influence on his willingness to empathize with nonhuman creatures, because SHE did. Atabei's empathy did not extend overmuch to actual human beings, though. Even less so when it came to her love Eliza's abusive husband, who stood between the two of them and happiness and kept Eliza in a life of constant fear for herself and her daughter.

Decades later, Eliza gets far enough away from Gilly and the siren to remember herself, and to remember the daughter she left behind - she assumes to die, alone and unloved - and she 'falls' over the side of the ship. It's polite language. Everyone knows, deep down, what really happened. Especially Atabei, who never fully forgot herself, and went more than a little mad as a result of the guilt and shame and fear that overwhelmed her when Eliza was gone.

Atabei's tragedy is in aiding and abetting the evil that would ruin her life, turn her love Eliza into someone else entirely, and leave her knowing what had been done but utterly unable to speak of it, to do anything at all to stem the tide of Gilly's ambition. She used her magic when commanded, to paint the marks again, to rebuild the bars of her own cage, really.

I have thoughts on that time period, those years of her watching Gilly's children with Eliza growing up. I think she probably visited the siren, on occasion. She and Areyto probably came, at some point, to a sort of bitter understanding with each other. Each of them trapped, each of them captive and caged and knowing it, each of them used as a tool in Gilly's plans.

If this story were a video game, there would be diaries or half-erased letters stained with tears throughout the house, Atabei telling the story of her own long, dreary life, the bright spots with Eliza, the darkness that was so much stronger.

Watching her childhood friend grow into a more violent man with age and power - especially with the corruption of his slowly growing power. Watching him murder his own eldest son to take his place.

Watching the cycle start anew with the next generation, knowing even her death would not end this, as she aged but Gilly didn't.

She gave a man she cared deeply for functional immortality and far too much power.

But - know this - Sirene is instrumental, too, to the eventual end of Gilly's grand ambitions.

#gilly asks #kira asks #areyto asks #bones in the ocean

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vibingandsimping · 6 months

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first and foremost thank you for taking this up ❤️ im demi straight 😚

i am 5'3 and a kiwi 🇳🇿 i have a slim build, bleached blonde hair down near my collarbone, blue eyes and dress super light academia!! i am an intp too!

i am a super big fan of ancient greece and the roman empire, and i am a very studious girl!! i am learning ancient greek actually, and i read a lot of books on homer sophocles socrates etc . i LOVE all things ancient. i am actually pretty dorky haha, and i tend to ramble about silly things im interested in and id def win a general knowlesge game show. 🥸 but initially upon meeting me there is a wall where i sort of have to mask a lot of my eccentric behaviour . i am also suppperr fidgety and love to bite & chew on things. around my neck is my car keys and my gym membership key card, and there is.... 2 many bite marks on that mf card. 💀 anywho i am often dazing off and stuck in my own head!

i guess finally i am super used to helping people without reciprocation, and feeling useful is super important for me !! and i hate asking people for things. it is very unusual feeling when people compliment/appreciate/help me and it comes with guilt(??) i am pretty oblivious so thats cool (flaws amiright). i am super dedicated and loyal for people i love and love having sole attention and praise 🤲 i can get skeptical of ppl easily though and i overthink!

THANK YOUUUU hopefully not too long i woke up to my air conditioning dripping on me .... it's 3am

(Commissions aren’t officially open yet but this was commissioned! Matchups are closed and I am answering those already in my inbox!)

This one feels obvious but you and Gale would get along!

You both share the qualities of being studious, bit of nerds/dorks and generally seem quite alike to me. Obviously not the exact same but my initial thought was Gale. He’d fall in love with listening to you talk about your interests (and hopefully you’d reciprocate the same for him.) To have someone as interested in the finer arts and general knowledge as him is such a thrill. Not everyone has such intellectual curiosity! He personally hasn’t much need for favors, besides early on when he needs assistance with the weave, but he appreciates it nonetheless. He’d prefer quality time and words of affirmation than anything. He has the patience to sit and get to know you beyond what you mask as. Gale would definitely find you interesting no matter the type of person you were. He just wants to get to know the real you.

The dust clouded your lungs as you wiped at a bookshelf in the dungeon. This place was long abandoned and was made clear from Shadowheart’s unease. Her complaining about being uncomfortable staying in this place for too long ringing in your ears nearly the entire time. Luckily, you found some time for yourself when this expansive library was uncovered. You were always seeking neat books and tomes to read, curse your curious nature, so the dust was a fair price to pay. Your finger scanned the wall before landing on one that caught your eye. Pulling it out carefully in fear of a trap. Once in your hands you scanned it over- audibly gasping in excitement. You felt as if you hit the jackpot. You tapped your feet a couple times and gnawed your lip as you opened the pages. You always had a fixation on ancient history of Faerûn. This, in particular, was about the Great Sphinx’s and their riddles. Telling the stories of ancient philosophers and the adventures they experienced. You read with rapt attention as your party conversed. The absence of yourself must’ve been noticed when Gale approached. A smile playing on his lips at how pleased you appeared. “I do hate interrupting the enjoyment of a well written book but everyone else seems to be getting antsy. I don’t think they can appreciate the finer details of historic libraries like we do.” The last sentence was spoken with a sarcastic humor that admittedly made you smile. Instead of responding to his comment, you closed the book and held it out to him. Gale leaning back a bit as you smiled sheepishly; realizing your enthusiasm got the better of you. “You must know this book, yes?” Gale clears his throat before nodding. You continue without skipping a beat. “This is a relic! My favorite riddle from the Sphinx’s comes straight from this! A first-hand copy.” Gale laughs and gently takes the book into his hands. Flipping through the pages with utmost care. Meanwhile, you watch and gnaw your lip once more. “What creature walks on four legs in the morning, two in the evening and three at night?” You recite in expertise. The wizard perks back up and joins you in unison for the answer. “A humanoid crawls on four legs as an infant, walks on two legs as an adult and walks with a cane in elder age!” You could very well see some side-eyes from the other party members. Yet, you couldn’t bring yourself to care in the slightest. It wasn’t often since the tapdole you got to ever geek out on your interests. Nonetheless someone who shared them to some extent! Gale breaks the bated silence. “I do believe we should get going. Though, I wouldn’t be opposed to sharing a glass of wine and discussing the rest of this literature?” You only smile, nod, and follow as he leads the way back towards the entrance. Your poor lip was about chewed to bits, though.

As for an NSFW pairing… Halsin might be your pair!

He does believe you to be the most beautiful woman around. Even if you won’t share him in your heart explicitly- he will in your sheets (or wherever you’d like do to the do). Halsin can do just about anything you’d wish for. Beyond all that he is a very sweet, attentive and caring elf. He’ll make sure that every night you spend with him is just as satisfying as the last if not better. He has admired you for some time now.

Your lips clash in a shared desperation. The adventure long and the tension between you two palpable. As soon as you two settled into camp and night fell- he was on you like a beast. Hoisting you around his hips as his hands clasped your rear. Your arms slinked around his neck, the kiss feverish, as he guided you into your tent. Occasionally he’d growl into the kiss as he reeled himself inside. You both knew his nature of excitement. He carefully laid you out on the bedroll and broke the kiss to instead favor your neck. Your hair fell around you like a mock halo, golden and bright. Sucking and peppering the skin with his love. Blunt teeth grazing you each time he parted to move further down. All you could do is sit and whine pathetically as the sensations washed over. His fingers working quickly at your shirt and pants so he could admire you in your glory. You shimmied your hips to help assist him in ridding the clothing faster. Halsin straddled you a moment and watched you carefully. Pupils blown wide as his chest raised with each breath. “Gorgeous. Absolutely gorgeous. You stun me every time I see your beauty.” He makes quick work of his own restrictions. As soon as he was fully nude you could clearly see his excitement. Cock standing at full attention at his stomach as he grabs your hips. There’s a fleeting moment of fear- thinking he’s going to enter you with little foreplay. Yet, that’s cut off when he only brings your core closer to his face. Inhaling deeply between your thighs before dipping into your sex. Tongue running over the folds to capture your essence and then lavishing your clit. Your shoulder-blade’s are pressed against the bedroll but it’s barely noticeable. Most of your weight was supported by the huge elf so all your attention could instead focus on the way he ate you like a man starved. The suckling and lapping was almost audible if not for the cries that escaped your chest. He relished in them and continued his efforts twofold to hear your beautiful sounds. Heels digging into his back as he edged you closer to the brink of ecstasy. Then, when you felt an orgasm creeping up on you, he slipped two fingers in. Lifting his head from your sex momentarily to speak with such a gruff you shuddered. “I intend on making you fall apart several times tonight. Once I am satisfied I will fuck you full. Breed you so prettily so that everyone will know. As if they can’t hear your delicious voice already.”

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keroanya · 2 years

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n.sfw a-z w/ ran haitani

minors dni. 18+ have your age in your bio.

characters: ran haitani, mentions of sanzu

warnings: 18+ content, fem reader (im super sorry), ran written as a green flag

a/n: my meds are worn off and this is the only thing i can think of, so <3

A = Aftercare (what they’re like after sex)

if you’re just a one night stand, he wouldn’t care too much for aftercare. he’d at most clean you up and help you get dressed.

now if you’re his partner, it’s a whole different story. expect lots of cuddles and caring words. on rougher nights he’ll offer to run you a bath, with bath salts and everything (what a great man he is). if you’re sore he’ll be there to give you a massage. a very pleasant experience.

B = Body part (their favorite body part of theirs and also their partner’s)

his favorite body part of his is definitely his hands or his face. he takes great care to make sure they’re both presentable. gift him a special hand cream and he’ll be thanking you for days. just don’t give him a moisturizer, he’s not going to use it in fear it will make him break out

he absolutely loves your neck and your breasts. he will mark them up any second of any day. loves going to a club with you wearing a strapless dress, showing off his work. absolutely loves showing off to people who try to hit on you. the first time he brought you to a club with him, sanzu thought you were just a hookup and in turn tried to hit on you. lets say he learned his lesson after. <3

C = Cum (anything to do with cum, basically)

oh, this dirty, dirty man. will cover you with the stuff if you don’t want him finishing inside. is definitely a bit on the runnier side. it’s not too bad tasting, but it definitely is a bit saltier.

if you make him taste his own cum he will be on his knees.

D = Dirty secret (pretty self explanatory, a dirty secret of theirs)

would love to watch you fuck one of his colleagues. he finds the thought so erotic. he would also love to film a sex tape, and publish it to whatever porn site you have in mind (100% with your permission. he would never do anything without it.)

E = Experience (how experienced are they? do they know what they’re doing?)

he’s a huge flirt, but in all honesty i don’t think he’s done too much in the past. maybe with a few past partners, or a few hook ups after a rough night. when he told you he hasn’t fucked too many people it came as a shock to you. he may not be that experienced, but he listens to your requests and tries his best <\3

F = Favorite position (this goes without saying)

he’s a simple man. any position where he can see your boobs is his favorite, although he is a big sucker for doggy. loves to see you on top in any position.

G = Goofy (are they more serious in the moment? are they humorous? etc.)

he’ll crack a joke every once in a while, but for the most part is more serious. if something embarrassing happens he’ll definitely joke about it.

H = Hair (how well groomed are they? does the carpet match the drapes? etc.)

he gets it waxed. you’ve offered to wax him yourself but he was quick to protest. he is absolutely terrified of accidentally ripping something down there, so he only goes to the highest rater waxing salons.

if you are uncomfortable with someone else seeing him half nude, he’s completely understanding. if you want to be there for the appointments he’ll let you there. if you want him to stop going completely, he’ll go back to shaving normally. we love green flags here!

I = Intimacy (how are they during the moment? the romantic aspect)

it’s all up to you. if you want him to be rougher, he’ll go as rough as you want. if you’re having a bad day and want some care, he’ll be there to show you how much he loves you.

J = Jack off (masturbation headcanon)

jacks off like 3 times a week at max. usually at work when he can’t get a hold of you.

K = Kink (one or more of their kinks)

praise and bondage. he doesn’t mind being on the giving or receiving end for either.

L = Location (favorite places to do the do)

in the bedroom or in his office. third and fourth place go to the couch and the car.

M = Motivation (what turns them on, gets them going)

just… you in general 😭

N = No (something they wouldn’t do, turn offs)

ageplay or petplay. he finds it disturbing.

O = Oral (preference in giving or receiving, skill, etc.)

definitely prefers giving, but if asked he will give. he’s pretty decent when it comes to giving, although he does get rough at times. theres been a few instances where you’ve had to tell him to be careful.

P = Pace (are they fast and rough? slow and sensual? etc.)

whatever you want hun. if you let him do what he wants he’ll usually go at a faster pace.

Q = Quickie (their opinions on quickies, how often, etc.)

loves them, especially when you two are out of the house.

R = Risk (are they game to experiment? do they take risks? etc.)

100% takes risks, 100% experiments with you.

S = Stamina (how many rounds can they go for? how long do they last?)

this man… he has amazing stamina. he could probably go for 10 or so, but usually clocks out whenever you do. if he’s still turned on he’ll take care of himself.

T = Toys (do they own toys? do they use them? on a partner or themselves?)

he owns a vibrator. he only uses it on himself. if you wanted him to use it on you, he’d rather buy you a brand new one. if you want to try something that includes toys, he’ll buy them for you.

U = Unfair (how much they like to tease)

teases you so much, but if you end up teasing him back he just turns into a blabbering mess.

V = Volume (how loud they are, what sounds they make, etc.)

at home he’s pretty damn vocal. he lets you hear exactly how you make him feel. in semi-public spaces he’s a bit quieter, but definitely gets a bit too loud at times.

W = Wild card (a random headcanon for the character)

wants to have a threesome with you and one of his colleagues.

X = X-ray (let’s see what’s going on under those clothes)

a good 7 inches hard. he’s a bit on the slimmer side, and has a slight curve to the right. he’s not too veiny.

Y = Yearning (how high is their sex drive?)

its pretty high, but he knows how to keep it in check. he’ll only rub one out if its absolutely needed and he doesn’t want to bother you.

Z = Zzz (how quickly they fall asleep afterwards)

big sleepy man. he’s nearly instantly nocked out after he takes care of you. he falls asleep even quicker if you let him lay on you.

i’ve only written smut 2 times before this, so im incredibly sorry if this wasn’t up to par 😭😭 thank you so much for reading though!

written by @keroanya . do not repost, translate, or distribute without my knowledge.

#tokyo revengers x reader #tokyo rev x reader #tokyo revengers #tokyo rev smut #tokyo rev x y/n #tokyo rev x you #ran haitani #haitani ran

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☪︎New headcanons for my beloved Marius ☪︎

There had been countless words, over the centuries, that had accompanied the name of Marius. A marble god, an incarnate Christ, a legend who walked through the ages, a painter of embodied marvels in bewitching colors, a sage, a seeker of knowledge. The reality is that Marius had always heard a single word resonate within him: Keeper. He who cared for others, for centuries, others had fully experienced an immortality, in which he, had only been able to walk half. That had been his purpose and his burden, as well as his pride, to keep, to pay attention, all of that had been with him up to this modern age. So much had been silently asked of him, and Marius had always given, often, even renouncing his personal well-being. Not a martyr, far from him that word, but a defender, a bulwark for the continuity of their existence. Marius had always persevered, even in pain, even in anguish, even if many of his fears and questions and anguish came from that role of guardian. Until all that he had known and accepted was over. Everything, in a few moments, the goal, the effort, the pain and the honor. What was left was a numb soul, or rather, numb to his own pain.Much had happened and much had flown under the inexorable hourglass of time. Marius had loved again and suffered again, he had closed himself off again, and again he had let himself be tempered by the most austere part of himself. Everything had changed, with the desire and the realization of those laws that should have always marked the walking of blood drinkers through time. Marius had a purpose again, new acquaintances, new friends, always busy with something or someone. And finally, again, he felt his true self scratching insistently against the walls of his breastbone. The desire to be present had returned, to be a guardian of time. In all of this, Marius had realized that the little free time he had was precious. He had realized that the time had come to be his own keeper as well. Marius had started to take care of himself, aware that it was something he had never really done. He had pushed a lot under the mists of a 'not now' or 'there are much more important things'. Now, however, Marius, after dedicating himself with passion and attention to every task, or person who needed his attention, after, dedicated himself to that long hot bath, or to that book he had never read and always in his thoughts, to that text not translated into a language that all blood drinkers could consult, that museum to revisit, etc… Marius loved that little alcove of solitude, even if at times, he was forced to share it with his loved ones. Daniel and his films, Armand and his photos, Pandora and her studies, Bianca and her little eccentricities. And Thorne. A friendship born almost by chance, which had become authentic, generous and special. Strange to think how loving yourself can allow you to love even more those you already love deeply, yet this was what time, immortality, had brought to Marius.

Marius has never been a sleeper. Certainly not a lazy person. Never in any aspect of his life. But there was a part of him that loved the languor, the delicacy of being calm and satisfied. Those days when there was no need to be present or rush to do anything, those days when Marius opened the balcony door to let the rich spring area enter. Marius filled the large red velvet bed with every interest, books, sketchpads, notes and photos. He spent hours lying there enjoying those little things. And when the night got darker, Marius enjoyed the frivolous and perfumed breeze, dozing off, calm and serene. Those little naps were a source of great joy, often, Marius woke up from them with a smile, aware that he had walked in happy moments, with those who had been beside him, on his journey towards immortality. Satiated with all those colors that rubbed against his eyelashes, before returning to the world, a eulogy to his life. Marius was not lazy, but some things can only be appreciated with closed eyes, only with the mind of the heart. That happiness was the invitation to seek the future one.

Marius didn't like the cold, but he loved the snow. Was that division strange? Not for Marius. Marius had always been divided into extremes, everything about him held back and controlled on one side, while on the other everything screamed endless passion and abandon. But the snow, which had been tied to horrible memories, now brought joy and lightness to his soul. The snow had given him his dearest friend. The snow had brought him serenity, from a window, while a crackling fireplace took care of a delicate but joyful sharing. The snow in the present had given him, faces and aspects of the people dear to him, that he didn't think he could welcome. Like Louis who, just for once, plucked up the courage to play, throwing a snowball in Lestat's face. Smiles and precious. Thorne trying, over-gentlely, to convince Daniel, that no, the snowman they were building, couldn't hold Thorne's Viking war-axe. God only knew how Daniel had discovered it or how the idea had come to him! Pandora smiling ethereal, with snowflakes in her hair and on her face, framed by that effortless and luxurious smile that a young woman had centuries ago, when she walked like a goddess in the mortal world. And Armand. Armand who uncertain, but determined, with bright eyes and a delicate blush on his cheeks, caressed the front of Marius's red coat, trying to free it from the snowflakes. The snow didn't fall anymore, but those delicate caresses didn't stop. A delicious soft laugh left Marius's lips, a moment of stiffness touched Armand, then a frown, followed by an intensifying red in his cheeks and the sparkle in his eyes. Then the face resting on Marius' chest, and, the smile that told how, the sound of that laughter, and the beating of that heart, filled Armand with peace.

Thank you for reading!

#Marius de Romanus #My headcanon #I'm silly but happy #Louis maybe a little out of character but i want the joy #Marius #Armand #Danny #Pandora #Thorne #Marius headcanon #Marius Mondays #I can be only soft with Marius/Armand #They alredy have too many shit #Now they will have only happiness #I decide so for them

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A = Aftercare (what they’re like after sex) Ross is a big cuddler after sex. He wants to have you close, press kisses to your neck and stroke your soft skin with his thumb.

B = Body part (their favorite body part of theirs and also their partner’s) He gets great confidence from his mouth and smile, and does fear the day where a punch of puck takes that from him. With his partner’s he’s all about the eyes, the beauty of their gaze, the lashes that frame them and the emotion they can convey.

C = Cum (anything to do with cum, basically) Ross hates the mess of cum, especially having to clean it up after using a condom. So he’s more than likely cumming inside you, you just have to decide which hole.

D = Dirty secret (pretty self explanatory, a dirty secret of theirs) Ross has a mild breeding kink, but would never admit it as he’s not quite ready to commit to having children just yet - he mostly just likes to watch his cum ooze out of you.

E = Experience (how experienced are they? do they know what they’re doing?) Ross didn’t get his fuck-boy reputation without the experience. He’s had more partners than he’s like to admit to someone he’s hoping to see more seriously, but it has made him a very talented lover.

F = Favorite position (this goes without saying) Ross can be a pretty basic man when it comes to sex and enjoys both missionary and the eagle so he can have good access to your neck and breasts. But that won’t stop him from flipping you into doggy, biting your ass and fucking you hard.

G = Goofy (are they more serious in the moment? are they humorous? etc.) Ross loves a good joke, and is not shy to try to make you laugh even when you’re in he most compromising positions. There have been times where he is mid-fuck and he has reduced himself to large smiles and laughter.

H = Hair (how well groomed are they? does the carpet match the drapes? etc.) Ross is well groomed - he likes to look good whether he’s wearing his best game day suit or mothing.

I = Intimacy (how are they during the moment? the romantic aspect) Ross isn’t the most romantic of lovers, but he is working on it. He mostly leans towards slow, open mouth kisses and tender touches while he tells you how beautiful you are if he’s really trying to be intimate.

J = Jack off (masturbation headcanon) Ross isn’t much of a an of jacking off. He’d much rather be fucking you, but if he’s desperate for release and on the road he will jack off - while sexting you of course.

K = Kink (one or more of their kinks) Ross can be quite possessive - and is very much one of those frat-boy types - so he very much enjoys marking you up with hickeys where anyone can see or stumble upon if they try to encroach on what is “his”. His favorite place to leave his mark behind are on your neck, shoulders, and breasts.

L = Location (favorite places to do the do) Ross will do the deed just about anywhere (bathroom stall, beach, pool, you name it and he’s probably tried it), but has a strong preference for the bedroom.

M = Motivation (what turns them on, gets them going) If he notices the slightest of stares from you, or your touch behinds to linger he can’t help but become turned on by you. Wearing his clothes makes his cock hard, and if you happen to be wearing lingerie (he’s a sucker for a pair of lace panties) beneath one o his sweatshirt's he’s a goner.

N = No (something they wouldn’t do, turn offs) Ross is not all that into role playing.

O = Oral (preference in giving or receiving, skill, etc.) Ross prefers to receive, but when he does give it he gives it his all and doesn’t stop until your thighs are quivering around his face. He is very good with his tongue.

P = Pace (are they fast and rough? slow and sensual? etc.) Ross leans more on the fast and rough side. With nips from his teeth and forceful thrusts to fuck you hard and leave you marked up by him, but he can slow it down - and will do so after a rough game that left him sore or injured - but still horny.

Q = Quickie (their opinions on quickies, how often, etc.) Ross loves a good quicky - especially when they can fit into his pre-game ritual - but he doesn’t do them all too often. He wants to be able to enjoy his time with you.

R = Risk (are they game to experiment? do they take risks? etc.) The extent of Ross’ risk taking in the bedroom is mild choking and unprotected sex.

S = Stamina (how many rounds can they go for? how long do they last?) This man could go many rounds, over many hours. You best prepare for some 7OT kind of fucking, because Ross will go all night.

T = Toys (do they own toys? do they use them? on a partner or themselves?) He has owned a fleshlight but would never admit it, and he ay or may not still have it / use it it.

U = Unfair (how much they like to tease) Ross loves to tease you. From undressing you with his eyes, to bringing you oh so close to the edge before stopping he will do it all. Though he doesn’t like being teased himself much, he will cave all to quickly.

V = Volume (how loud they are, what sounds they make, etc.) Ross isn’t all that loud save for the occasional grunt, but he does make it his mission to make you moan out his name for all to hear - that is unless you are trying to be sneaky and not get caught.

W = Wild card (a random headcanon for the character) Ross is not beyond sexual acts in public.

X = X-ray (let’s see what’s going on under those clothes) Not too big, not too small, and a little on the thicker side.

Y = Yearning (how high is their sex drive?) Ross has a fairly high sex drive and it has earned him his reputation. He’s easily fucking you multiple times a week, and if he’s not, he’s jerking off on the road.

Z = Zzz (how quickly they fall asleep afterwards) Ross will lay around lazily after sex. He will toy with your hair, cuddle up close with you and talk about his day, his game or make jokes. He is in no rush to sleep when he’s with you, but it does come for him within the hour.

#nsft alphabet #ross colton #ross colton imagine #hockey imagines #hockey players #nhl players #nhl imagine

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Faith Amid Fear

Today's inspiration comes from:

It Is Finished

by Charles Martin

James and John, the sons of Zebedee, came to Him. “Teacher,” they said, “we want You to do for us whatever we ask.” — Mark 10:35

"'Perhaps you’ve heard it said that the phrase “fear not” or something similar occurs 365 times in the Bible, one for every day of the year. Clearly, with so many mentions, it is an important topic to God. And yet, it seems we can’t get past our fear and anxiousness. In our culture of constant information, the bombardment of distressing news presented around the clock feeds our fear. Maybe we think that if Jesus were just present right here on earth with us, we’d be less worrisome and nothing would phase us.

However, the gospels are full of situations where even Jesus’ closest friends were consumed with fear and burdened with worry. One of the most well-known stories of the disciples’ fear is that of the storm on the sea of Galilee. Even though these men were experienced fishermen, certainly capable of handling a boat in bad weather, this storm must have been severe enough to threaten their lives. All the while, Jesus was lying there, asleep.

And they went to Him, saying, ‘Save us, Lord; we are perishing’. — Matthew 8:25

After asking them why they were afraid, He rose and rebuked the winds and waves, and “there was a great calm” (v. 26). He could have simply told them not to worry; He was there. His presence would be enough. But this storm was greater than the usual ones they had faced. And they were afraid.

Perhaps you’ve been in a situation that seems more threatening than others. Maybe you’ve had scary diagnoses before, but this one is worse, and you’re scared. You’ve had fights before, but this one seems irredeemable, and now you’re afraid for the relationship. Your child has been in trouble before, but this time it’s on another level, and your mind can’t think of anything except what if?

Even though we know Jesus is always with us, it’s often difficult to remember that He can handle even the situations far beyond what we’ve experienced before.

We also tend to worry and fear when God’s timing is not our timing. We call on Him and ask for help, and He seems silent or absent. Jesus’ dear friends Mary and Martha experienced this when they sent word to Jesus that Lazarus, their brother, was ill. John recorded that when [Jesus] heard that Lazarus was ill, He stayed two days longer in the place where He was. — John 11:6

We remember.

That seems like an odd thing to do when someone you love is seriously ill. However, Jesus told His disciples that it was for “the glory of God, so that the Son of God may be glorified through it” (v. 4). Jesus knew exactly what He was doing — there was a greater purpose for His waiting. Still, it’s hard to understand God’s timing. Although Mary and Martha had faith that Jesus could heal their brother, they became fearful when the situation seemed beyond hope, when it was too late.

Are you feeling fearful today? Do you worry that this recent situation is too big or that it’s too late for Jesus to redeem it? Take a minute to consider that by the time the disciples experienced the storm on the sea, they had been with Jesus for a while, witnessing His miracles. Matthew recorded that they had seen Him cleanse a leper, heal the servant of a centurion without even being physically present, and “cast out the [demonic] spirits with a word and [heal] all who were sick” (Matthew 8:16). All this by the time they encountered the storm. If anyone should have been unafraid, it’s them. Mary and Martha were close enough to Jesus that they would have certainly seen and heard of His many miracles — healing the lame man, walking on water, feeding the multitudes. However, in the middle of their fearful situation, they, like the disciples, forgot His previous wonders. They allowed fear and worry to overwhelm them and distract them from the truth of who Jesus was.

So how do we counter that fear when the waves are crashing against us and death surrounds us? Psalm 77 gives us an answer. After starting with a cry aloud to God, the psalmist declared,

I will remember the deeds of the Lord; yes, I will remember Your wonders of old. I will ponder all Your work and meditate on Your mighty deeds. — vv. 11–12

We remember.

The Israelites also knew the importance of remembering. When they crossed the Jordan River on dry ground, Joshua commanded them to collect twelve stones for the number of tribes of Israel, so that it would be a sign to them. When their children asked what the stones meant, they would tell them of God’s faithfulness. They would remember, just as we remember. We remember the healing God has done in the past. We call to mind His faithfulness in previous situations. Will He always answer our prayers exactly how and when we want? No, but we can trust that He is with us and will bring about our good and His glory."'

Excerpted with permission from It Is Finished by Charles Martin, copyright Charles Martin.

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-Marius de Romanus headcanon

#marius de romanus #favorite character #headcanon #VC

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the eternal gospel

Today’s reading of the Scriptures from the New Testament is the 14th chapter of the book of Revelation:

The scene changed. I looked and saw the Lamb standing on top of Mount Zion, and with Him were the 144,000 who had His name and His Father’s name inscribed on their foreheads. And I heard a voice from heaven roaring like a waterfall and clapping like thunder. The voice I heard was like a symphony of harpists playing their instruments. As I watched, they began to sing a new song before the throne, the four living creatures, and the twenty-four elders. The only ones with the ability to learn this song were the 144,000 who had been rescued from the earth, virgins who had not given themselves to sexual relations. They follow the Lamb wherever He goes. They have been purchased from among humanity as the firstfruits, set apart for God and the Lamb. In their mouths, no lie was found; no blemish marred them.

I saw another messenger flying through midheaven. He carried an eternal gospel, bringing good news to all the citizens of the earth—every ethnicity, nation, language, and people.

Heavenly Messenger (with a loud voice): Fear God. Give Him glory, for the time of judgment has arrived. Worship the One who fashioned heaven and earth and created the seas and the springs.

Another messenger, a second, came along.

Second Messenger: Fallen, fallen is Babylon, the great city! She has intoxicated all the nations with the wine of the wrath of her sexual perversion.

Another messenger, a third, followed.

Third Messenger (with a loud voice): Those who worship the beast and its image, and all who receive its mark on their foreheads or on their hands, will be forced to drink the wine of God’s wrath, poured out undiluted into the cup of God’s anger. And they will face the torment of fire and the agony of sulfurous flames before the holy messengers and the Lamb. The smoke of their torment will rise throughout the ages for eternity. Day and night will come and go without pause or cessation. There will be no end to the torture experienced by those who worship the beast and its image and by those who receive the mark of its name.

Here is the patient endurance of the saints, those who keep the commandments of God and remain faithful to Jesus.

Then I heard a voice call out from heaven.

A Voice: Record this: “Blessed are the dead who have died in the Lord from now until the end.”

Spirit: Yes, they will rest from their labors because their deeds remain with them.

Then I saw a white cloud, and seated on the cloud was one like the Son of Man, a golden wreath atop His head and a sharp sickle in His hand. Another messenger proceeded from the temple and called with a loud voice to the One who sat on the cloud.

Heavenly Messenger: Take Your sickle and reap the harvest, because the harvest of the earth is full and ripe and because the time to harvest has come.

Then the One seated on the cloud swung His sickle over the earth, and the earth gave up its harvest.

Just then another messenger proceeded out of the heavenly temple. He also had a sharp sickle. Then another messenger (the one with authority over fire) came out from the altar, and he called with a loud voice to the one who had the sharp sickle.

Messenger of Fire: Take your sharp sickle and gather together the clusters of grapes from the vines of the earth, for the grapes are ripe and ready for harvest.

So the heavenly messenger swung his sickle over the earth, gathered the fruit of the vine from the earth, and threw it into the great winepress, which is the wrath of God. And the winepress was trampled outside of the city, and blood flowed from the winepress. The blood ran deep. It reached as high as the bridle on a horse and ran for the distance of about 185 miles.

The Book of Revelation, Chapter 14 (The Voice)

Today’s paired reading from the First Testament is the 3rd chapter of the book of Hosea:

The Eternal spoke with me again.

Eternal One: Go and love a woman who is loved by someone else and is adulterous. Care for her and protect her, just as I love the people of Israel even though they’re unfaithfully turning to other gods and selfishly eating sacred raisin cakes in their honor.

So I paid the bride-price for this woman, less than I would pay to own a slave: six ounces of silver, about ten bushels of barley.

Hosea (to the woman): You’re going to live with me for a long time. I didn’t buy you just for my own pleasure, and I’m not going to cast you aside. But I’m not going to let you commit adultery again—in fact, you’re not going to have sexual relations with anyone, not even me.

In the same way, the people of Israel will go for a long time without having a king or prince of their own, without having any altars or sacred pillars, and without having any way of divining answers through a vestment or images. And afterward, once their devotion is renewed, they’ll return and genuinely worship the Eternal their God, and they’ll end their rebellion against the royal house of David. In those days they’ll come trembling to the Eternal One and rediscover His goodness.

The Book of Hosea, Chapter 3 (The Voice)

A link to my personal reading of the Scriptures for friday, december 29 of 2023 with a paired chapter from each Testament (the First & the New) of the Bible along with Today’s Proverbs and Psalms

A post by John Parsons about being “in Love” before we we born:

It may seem obvious if you stop and think about it, but all of the commandments of God given in the New Testament are spoken to the "new heart" that was miraculously imparted at regeneration, that is, to the heart upon which the truth of Torah is written "inwardly" (Ezek. 36:26; Jer. 31:33). The unregenerated soul, on the other hand, is unable to receive the deeper truth of salvation, since it always seeks a reason for being approved or accepted; it searches for justification of its life in its own terms, and therefore it lives in state of ongoing despair and secret dread... The message of the gospel, however, is that God saves the "poor in spirit" - the unworthy, the powerless, the lost. If we look for a reason why we are chosen by God, we are tempted to regard God's disposition toward us as conditional and uncertain. God's love is greater than reason, however, for the LORD loves his own simply because he loves them, and that's about all that can be said (Deut. 7:8-10).

"I have loved you with an everlasting love" (Jer. 31:3), which means that God has been and forever will be faithful to us, even when we sin and otherwise break His heart... His love is one of covenant, or promise, of which nothing can nullify or prevent. "Everlasting love" (i.e., ahavat olam: אַהֲבַת עוֹלָם) means that it was present before we were born and will be present after we die. This love "draws us" by divine attraction to understand that we are beloved of God, his redeemed children, and heirs of eternity...

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Matthew 5:3 Hebrew:

https://hebrew4christians.com/Blessings/Blessing_Cards/matt5-3-jjp.mp3

Hebrew page:

https://hebrew4christians.com/Blessings/Blessing_Cards/matt5-3-lesson.pdf

12.28.23 • Facebook

from an email by Glenn Jackson:

December 29th

RIGHTEOUSNESS RESTORED

[part 1 of 8]

* Universal sin-consciousness is the parent of all the religions of the earth. Man has ever sought to rid himself of the sense of guilt and sin and the fear of the spirit of evil that dominates the very atmosphere of the world. This sin-consciousness was born at the fall. It was manifested in Adam's fear to cover his nakedness.

The revelation of God and the development of that revelation have been to one end: to restore righteousness to mankind. The meaning of righteousness, in this sense, is the ability to stand in the presence of God without a sense of sin, guilt, or inferiority.

It also includes fellowship. When Adam sinned, he instantly lost fellowship with Jehovah and surrendered his ability to approach Him. This sin-consciousness has robbed man of his faith, filling him with a sense of unworthiness that dominates human existence today.

Now we come to the problem this creates.

Has God provided redemption to take away this sin-consciousness and permit mankind to return to His presence and remain there? If God could do that, faith would be restored. Therefore, the great enemy of faith is a sense of unworthiness.

Theology has failed to interpret the plan of redemption in such a manner as to remove this sin-consciousness from the minds of those who accept Christ. In fact, most of the ministers who are classed among the orthodox continually preach sin instead of righteousness, keeping their congregations under constant condemnation rather than leading them out into liberty, where faith can function and thrive.

I have come to see that the basis of real faith is letting the Christian know that righteousness has been restored and that he or she doesn't have to live in sin-consciousness any longer.

from yesterday’s email by Israel 365:

Remembering Jerusalem, a central component of Jewish identity throughout 2000 years of exile, gave the Jewish people the strength to survive. The ingathering of the exiles of Israel in our times is the expression of the right hand – the strength of Jewish faith that never faltered.

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

December 29, 2023

The Twofold Call

“And the LORD came, and stood, and called as at other times, Samuel, Samuel. Then Samuel answered, Speak; for thy servant heareth.” (1 Samuel 3:10)

There are a number of other times in Scripture when the Lord repeated a second time the name He was calling, always at a time of great significance and urgency. Once had been to Moses: “God called unto him out of the midst of the bush, and said, Moses, Moses. And he said, Here I am” (Exodus 3:4).

God then ordained Moses to lead His people out of Egypt. When He called Samuel, it was to lead His people out of the chaos of the period of the judges and to prepare them for the Davidic kingdom. The first time God had called in this fashion was to Abraham, and then it was to confirm that he had passed God’s final test for the fulfillment of the great promise concerning the blessing on his seed. “And the angel of the LORD called unto him out of heaven, and said, Abraham, Abraham: and he said, Here am I” (Genesis 22:11).

In the New Testament, the Lord Jesus spoke thus unto all His rebelling nation: “O Jerusalem, Jerusalem,...Behold, your house is left unto you desolate” (Matthew 23:37-38). Before this, He had spoken both in grief and in encouragement to Peter, who must be prepared to lead the disciples later on. “Satan hath desired to have you, that he may sift you as wheat: But I have prayed for thee, that thy faith fail not: and when thou art converted, strengthen thy brethren” (Luke 22:31-32). Finally, when the Lord was ready to call Paul as His apostle to the Gentiles, He met him on the road to Damascus: “Saul, Saul, why persecutest thou me?” (Acts 9:4).

The last calling in the Bible is not a twofold call but fourfold! “And the Spirit and the bride say, Come. And let him that heareth say, Come. And let him that is athirst come. And whosoever will, let him take the water of life freely” (Revelation 22:17). HMM

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How to Have Faith in God: Trusting in the Truth

What is Faith?

Faith is a fundamental part of life. It is a belief in something that is not yet seen, heard, or experienced. It is a trust in something greater than ourselves. Faith is more than just a feeling or an idea; it is a cornerstone of our lives that helps us to make sense of the world. Faith in God is the act of believing in His existence and trusting in His character and plans for our lives. It is believing in a higher power who is in control of all things, and trusting Him to take care of us even when situations seem to be out of our control. Faith in God is about recognizing the power that He has to bring peace, joy, and hope into our lives. At its core, faith is an act of trust. It is the willingness to rely on something or someone outside of ourselves. It is the courage to have hope when life seems hopeless. When we have faith in God, we are trusting in His goodness and His promises to us. We are believing that He is with us in all of our experiences, and that He will bring about a good outcome in every situation. The foundation of faith in God is rooted in the knowledge that He is all-powerful, all-knowing, and all-loving. We can trust in Him to take care of us and to provide for us in any and all circumstances. Faith in God is often described as an unwavering assurance that He will always be there. It is a complete trust that He understands our needs and will meet them in His perfect timing. Defining faith in God can be difficult. When we have faith, we are trusting in a power that is beyond our own understanding. We are believing in something that can’t be seen or proven. This can be a struggle for some, as our faith is ultimately tested by our own doubts and fears. But, when we have faith in God, we are choosing to put our trust in Him and His plans for our lives. We are believing that He is in control, and that He will work all things for our good.

How to Have Faith in God in the Bible?

The Bible is a great source for understanding faith. It provides us with invaluable insight into the nature of faith, how to have faith, and how to build it. One of the most prominent Bible verses about faith is Romans 10:17 which says, “So faith comes from hearing, and hearing through the word of Christ.” This verse makes it clear that faith is a result of hearing from God and His Word. By reading and studying the Bible, we can grow in our faith and gain a better understanding of God’s promises. In Joshua 1:9, we are commanded to be strong and courageous, and to have faith in the Lord. This verse reminds us that when we put our faith in God, we can be strong and courageous in facing whatever life throws our way. It is only when we have faith in the Lord that we can put aside our fear and have the strength to face any situation. Philippians 4:13 also speaks of having faith in the Lord and reminds us that “I can do all things through him who strengthens me.” This verse encourages us to have faith in God and know that He is always with us, even in the hardest of times. It reminds us that God gives us the strength to carry on, even when it feels like nothing else can. Finally, Matthew 17:20, Mark 9:23, and Ephesians 3:20 all speak to the power of faith in God. With each of these verses, we are reminded of the power of faith and that, when we put our faith in God, He will provide us with all that we need. These verses remind us that, with faith, we can move mountains, and that we should always have faith that God will provide us with whatever we need. Faith in God is an essential part of living a meaningful and fulfilling life. By studying scriptures and understanding the power of God's promises, we can begin to understand the importance of trusting God and having faith in Him. By reading the Bible, praying regularly, and practicing gratitude, we can increase our faith in God and learn to have faith even in the most difficult of times.

How to Have Faith and Trust in God?

Having faith in God is not always easy. It can be difficult to trust a higher power that is not always visible or tangible. However, having faith and trust in God can bring a greater sense of joy and peace to your life. Here are some tips to help you have faith and trust in God. Releasing Control to God The first step to having faith and trust in God is to release control. Instead of relying on yourself to make decisions and handle difficult situations, put your faith and trust in God. When you do this, you can be sure that God is leading you in the right direction. Understanding God’s Plans Another key to having faith and trust in God is to understand that He has a plan for you. While it may seem like life is full of chaos at times, remember that God has a plan for you and will never leave you alone. Surrendering to God Learning to surrender to God can be a difficult but necessary step to having faith and trust in God. When you surrender to His will, you can have faith that He will provide for you and make sure that you’re on the right path. Having faith and trust in God can be a difficult process, but it is vital in order to have a meaningful and fulfilling life. By releasing control to God, understanding His plans, and surrendering to His will, you can have faith and trust in God. This can bring a greater sense of joy and peace to your life.

How to Increase Faith?

Faith is an essential part of a life filled with meaning and purpose. It is the cornerstone that allows us to build a connection with God and trust in His plans for us. Strengthening faith in God can be achieved in many ways, including studying scriptures, finding support, and practicing gratitude. Practical Steps to Increase Faith in God: The first step to increasing faith in God is to read and study the Bible and meditate on its teachings. The Bible is filled with many stories that illustrate God’s power and His promises to us. Reading these stories and reflecting on them can help to build faith in the Lord. Additionally, engaging in prayer and worship can help to increase faith. Prayer helps us to lay our worries and needs before God, and worship helps us to focus on God’s greatness and power. Another way to increase faith in God is to surround yourself with supportive people who encourage faith. This can be accomplished by joining a church or other spiritual group, or by finding a mentor who can provide guidance and support. Finally, engaging in acts of service to others can help to increase faith in God. Serving others can help us to remember that we are part of something bigger than ourselves and that God is present in all aspects of life. Bible Verses to Help Strengthen Faith: There are many Bible verses that can be used to help strengthen faith in God. Romans 10:17 states, “So then faith comes by hearing, and hearing by the word of God.” This verse reminds us that one of the best ways to increase faith is to read and study the Bible. Joshua 1:9 reads, “Be strong and courageous; do not be afraid or discouraged, for the Lord your God will be with you wherever you go.” This verse is a reminder that God is with us even during difficult times and that we should not be afraid. Philippians 4:13 says, “I can do all things through Christ who strengthens me.” This verse is a reminder that God gives us the strength to do anything we put our mind to. Finally, Matthew 17:20 states, “He replied, ‘Because you have so little faith. Truly I tell you, if you have faith as small as a mustard seed, you can say to this mountain, ‘Move from here to there,’ and it will move. Nothing will be impossible for you.” This verse encourages us to have faith even when it seems difficult. With these Bible verses and practical steps in mind, it is possible to increase faith in God and find the strength to navigate life’s most difficult moments. By focusing on God’s promises and relying on His strength, we can build the faith necessary to lead a life of joy and purpose.

How to Increase Your Faith in God in the Bible?

The Bible is the ultimate source of wisdom and power when it comes to growing your faith in God. It is the Word of God, and it is full of uplifting and encouraging scriptures to help you increase your faith. The Bible verse, Romans 10:17 says, “So faith comes from hearing, and hearing through the word of Christ.” This verse is telling us that to increase our faith in God, we must turn to the Word of God to hear it and receive it. When we read the Bible, we are reminded of God’s promises and power. We are reminded of our place in His plans and of His grace. When our faith is being tested, we can go to the Word of God and find hope and comfort. One of the most powerful Bible verses to increase faith in God is Joshua 1:9, which says, “Be strong and courageous. Do not be afraid; do not be discouraged, for the Lord your God will be with you wherever you go.” This verse is full of encouragement and strength, reminding us that no matter the situation, God is with us and will never leave us. Another Bible verse to help us increase faith in God is Philippians 4:13, which says, “I can do all things through him who strengthens me.” This verse reminds us that with God, we can do anything! We can rely on God and trust Him to help us in our times of need. In addition to these two Bible verses, there are many other verses in the Bible that can help us increase our faith in God. One of these is Matthew 17:20, which says, “If you have faith as small as a mustard seed, you can say to this mountain, ‘Move from here to there,’ and it will move. Nothing will be impossible for you.” This verse reminds us that even the smallest amount of faith can move mountains! It is so encouraging to know that we can trust in God and have faith, no matter how small. Another verse to help us increase our faith in God is Mark 9:23, which says, “Everything is possible for one who believes.” This verse is telling us that when we put our faith and trust in God, anything is possible. Lastly, Ephesians 3:20 is a powerful Bible verse to increase our faith in God, saying, “Now to him who is able to do immeasurably more than all we ask or imagine, according to his power that is at work within us.” This verse reminds us that with God, anything is possible. He has the power to do more than we can even imagine. These are just a few of the many Bible verses to help us increase our faith in God. As we study these verses and meditate on them, our faith will be increased and strengthened. With faith in God, we can face any situation and have hope that He will see us through it.

How to Have Faith During Hard Times?

Understanding the purpose of suffering is an important part of having faith during hard times. While we may never understand the reason for our pain, we can take comfort in the fact that God is always with us, no matter what we are going through. The Bible speaks of God’s understanding of our suffering, and how He is able to turn it into something good. For example, in Romans 8:18, we see that “For I consider that the sufferings of this present time are not worthy to be compared with the glory which shall be revealed in us.” Therefore, it is important to recognize that, even when we are struggling, God is still at work in our lives. Coping with doubts is another important part of having faith during hard times. We may be dealing with doubts about who we are, our purpose in life, and our faith in God. We must remember that God is not concerned with our doubts, but rather, He is concerned with our hearts. He knows what lies in our hearts and will never leave us, no matter how much we doubt ourselves or Him. In James 1:6 it says, “But let him ask in faith, nothing wavering. For he that wavereth is like a wave of the sea driven with the wind and tossed.” This verse reminds us to stay rooted in our faith, even when we feel like we’re being tossed around by our doubts. Finding hope in God is also a key part of having faith during hard times. The Bible constantly reminds us of God’s promises, and that we can always have hope in Him. Romans 15:13 says, “Now may the God of hope fill you with all joy and peace in believing, that you may abound in hope by the power of the Holy Spirit.” Knowing that God is always there to provide our hope and strength can help us get through even the toughest of times. It is also important to remember that God will never give us more than we can handle. In 1 Corinthians 10:13 it says, “No temptation has overtaken you that is not common to man. God is faithful, and he will not let you be tempted beyond your ability, but with the temptation he will also provide the way of escape, that you may be able to endure it.” This verse reminds us that God never tests us beyond what we can handle, no matter how hard the situation may seem. Finally, we must remember that God’s love is always with us, even during the hardest of times. Romans 8:38-39 reminds us of this, stating, “For I am sure that neither death nor life, nor angels nor rulers, nor things present nor things to come, nor powers, nor height nor depth, nor anything else in all creation, will be able to separate us from the love of God in Christ Jesus our Lord.” Knowing that we are never alone and can always turn to God’s love is a great source of comfort in times of hardship. Having faith in God during difficult times is not always easy, but with patience, trust, and an open heart, it is possible. By understanding the purpose of suffering, coping with doubts, finding hope in God, and remembering His love, we can get through anything with faith in our hearts.

How to Get Strong Faith in God?

Having a strong faith in God is integral to living a meaningful and fulfilling life. Faith in God can open up a world of possibilities for those who believe in Him, and it brings peace, joy, and hope in the face of adversity. Practicing the following activities can help to increase one’s faith in God. Praying Regularly: Prayer is the most direct and powerful way to connect with and deepen one’s faith in God. Praying regularly with an open heart and mind will bring about a closer relationship with God and a stronger sense of His presence. Prayers should be sincere and come from a place of gratitude and humility. Choosing Faith Over Fear: Many times, our faith is tested by fear. When we are faced with a challenging situation, it is easy to succumb to fear and doubt and lose faith in God. However, it is important to remember that God is always there to lend a helping hand and guide us on our journey. Choosing to have faith over fear can be difficult, but it can help to renew and strengthen one’s faith in God. Practicing Gratitude: Gratitude is one of the most powerful tools to increase faith in God. Every day, find time to be thankful for the blessings that God has bestowed upon us. This can be done through prayer, writing in a gratitude journal, or simply taking a moment to appreciate the beauty of nature. Practicing gratitude will remind us of all the good that God has done and will help to renew and strengthen our faith in Him. Having a strong faith in God is an important part of living a meaningful and fulfilling life. Practicing prayer, choosing faith over fear, and practicing gratitude are all effective ways to increase one’s faith in God. Taking the time to connect with God and feel His presence can bring a sense of peace, joy, and hope to our lives.

Finding Support to Grow Faith

Having faith in God is a personal journey, and often times it can be difficult to find the right support system to help you grow your faith. Seeking out spiritual or religious guidance is a great way to deepen and strengthen your faith. Spiritual guidance can come in many forms, such as participating in a faith-based group, attending church services, or talking to a priest or pastor. These resources can provide you with helpful advice and support to help you through your journey. Talking to family and friends about faith can also be a great way to find support. It can be comforting to talk to those who have similar beliefs and experiences, and can provide a sense of community and understanding. These conversations can help to provide clarity on your beliefs and offer you encouragement and advice. Surrounding yourself with supportive people is another great way to build up your faith. Being surrounded by supportive people who encourage you to stay positive and act with faith can help you focus on the positive and remain hopeful during times of difficulty. This support can be particularly helpful when faced with difficult circumstances or if you are struggling to overcome an obstacle. Finally, finding support through prayer can be a helpful way to strengthen your faith. Making prayer a regular part of your daily life can help you to stay connected with God and to find strength during times of need. Praying for guidance and strength can help to provide clarity and focus and serve as a reminder of the power of faith. Finding the right support system is an important part of faith building and can be beneficial in many ways. Seeking out spiritual or religious guidance, talking to family and friends about faith, surrounding yourself with supportive people, and praying regularly are all great ways to increase your faith and find the support you need.

Practicing Gratitude to Increase Faith

Gratitude is an incredibly powerful tool that can be used to strengthen faith in God. Gratitude is more than just being thankful; it is a way of acknowledging the many blessings that God has bestowed upon us and recognizing our dependence on God for the good things in life. When we practice gratitude, we create an attitude of humility, awe, and reverence for God. Writing down blessings we are thankful for can be an effective practice to increase faith in God. Writing down the good and positive things in life helps us recognize God’s presence and His goodness. Read the full article

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