#time to get up and spread some blasphemy

[akystaracer22]

Free the Bird from its Gilded Cage

Synopsis: Lucifer would tell anyone who asked his greatest regret was letting humanity eat the apple. Better than admitting what he really regretted.

Notes

Golly gee good thing affairs didn’t exist back then huh!

In which Lucifer’s tism hurts his best friend, the fic.

I think I can tag this as Edenpoly considering the conversation between Lucifer and Lilith.

I give my greatest thanks to my good friend Hat who uttered the phrase “I raise a glass to the friend you could have been and drink to the monster you became” (Or something of the sort) which has not left my brain 2 years later.

No shade on other people’s depictions of the ancient archangels. I love good archangels as much as you guys but… this is very much bashing.

I’m so sorry Michael. And Azrael, and every single angel who’s characters I butcher in this AU. It’s not you guys I swear.

God on the other hand fuck you I’m not sorry.

I have been told by many people irl that I have religious trauma. I didn’t think I did but fuck it we ball.

I am so sorry this came out late but I had two assignments and I'm moving houses, I'll try not to have a repeat.

Word count: 1957

Fic under cut!

Lucifer felt Lilith before he saw her, the first woman’s aura screaming frustration and hurt louder than the tears in her eyes.

She was sitting under an aspen tree with her legs tucked to her chest.

Lucifer didn’t need to guess why she was upset; it could really only be one thing these days.

“Adam did something again, didn’t he.”

Lilith huffed and lifted her head to meet Lucifer’s gaze, “We fought, again. He still doesn’t get it.”

Lucifer sighed and sat down next to the first woman, not for the first time the little voice in his head bemoaned Adams chronic inability to listen to anyone other than God. It was really starting to cause problems in Eden.

“He’ll regret it.”

“He always does, but he still does it.”

Lucifer nodded, “He needs to learn that God isn’t right about everything,” His siblings would murder him if they knew he was spreading this kind of blasphemy, “But I do agree, it’s a little irritating.”

“It is!” Lucifer jerked as Lilith stood up abruptly and began to pace, “He’s great most of the time don’t get me wrong, but he’s just increasingly growing more and more insufferable! It’s like every time he gets better he just goes straight back to being worse!”

“Truly the trials and tribulations of the first humans.”

“I just wish he would listen to me! Not some stuck up self-important know it all who thinks I’m worthless.”

Lucifer wisely held back the instinctive defence of the Creator, “Especially when you are so much more than that.”

Lilith seemed to finally run out of steam, falling back into Lucifer’s arms and holding him tightly, “I hate this… I hate him.”

“No, you don’t.”

“No, I don’t… I hate the man God wants him to be.”

“I hate that man too,” Lucifer admitted, “I hate how he hurts everyone.”

Because it wasn’t just Lilith that was left hurting. Lucifer hated how he was losing track of the near silent breakdowns of Adam’s.

God created humanity different from the grand design, and every day Lucifer loathed that fact more and more.

“He’s going to win, that man.”

“Neither of us will let him.”

“He’ll let himself,” Lilith hissed right by his ear, the sound sending a shiver down Lucifer’s spine, by the choirs that felt good “Adams an idiot.”

“Yep!” Call Lucifer blasphemous, but he was so tempted to-

Lilith opened her mouth to say something, and Lucifer listened to the little voice in his head once again.

He caught her mouth with his own swiftly before pulling back, face flushing as he realised what he just did.

That was something only Adam and Lilith was supposed to do with each other.

Lilith blinked, taking time to process before giving her response, “Do that again.”

Lucifer didn’t need to be told twice.

The bark of the aspen tree was lit up by Lucifer’s wings as he pressed his lips to Lilith’s again.

And again.

And again.

Lucifer had never felt so good. He could see why Lilith and Adam like doing this. This felt so good.

- - ┈┈∘┈˃̶༒˂̶┈∘┈┈ - -

It was hours until Lucifer disentangled himself from Lilith, still not having quite recovered from the experience. Sadly, he could feel the mental tug attached to his halo signifying his siblings wanting an audience with him. The last thing he wanted was to have them come down and see him with Lilith.

The moment he returned to heaven however, he had the distinct feeling that he might have messed up regardless.

Michael was pacing and muttering angrily under his breath, sharp sounds grating Lucifer’s awareness. When the archangel saw Lucifer, his wings physically bristled as he lunged forward and grabbed the Morningstar by the robe.

“You are so very fortunate that God was already growing tired of Lilith’s rebellion!”

“What?”

“Michael,” Lucifer turned to see Azrael landing nearby, “I highly doubt Lucifer knows what he has done, as impulsive as he is.”

“What? What happened,” Lucifer demanded, mantling his wings to make himself look larger as he stared down the other archangels.

“You don’t know?”

“Know what!”

“God decided to give the first man a new wife,” Michaels words cut through Lucifer’s anger and left only shock, “Made from his rib.”

“… what?”

“Yes, I had to tear it out myself,” Michael huffed, Lucifer noticed the dried red still dusting the angels gloves, “Adam tried to flee.”

“…”

“What Michael means,” Azreal shot the other a look, “Is that Adam didn’t take the information well, and saw it fit to attempt avoiding the situation entirely.”

“He was awake?!” Lucifer screeched “By the choir what is wrong with you two?!”

“It was the Creator’s wishes, none of us knew it would bring pain,” Azrael sighed, “However, it would encourage not repeating the situation…”

“It doesn’t matter anyway,” Michael scoffed, “The Creator ensured Adam wouldn’t remember.”

“It would taint him.”

“It would motivate him.”

“What?”

“Our Creator has decided to take a more… hands on approach in ensuring the situation does not repeat itself,” Azrael looked uncomfortable, “Xe employed the use of divine power to keep Adam and Eve from straying from the grand design.”

Lucifer took a step back.

Michael opened his mouth to say something, but Lucifer couldn’t hear over the roar of nothing in his ears.

No.

Nononononono.

Lucifer ran.

He broke into a sprint before diving back down to Earth, landing on the soft grass of Eden he looked around desperately.

“Adam!”

“Yes?”

Lucifer turned around as Adam’s figure came into view from behind a tree, “Adam-”

His eyes were gold.

Lucifer stumbled back as he took in the first man’s appearance, Adam’s eyes were no longer the colour of earth. The familiar dark brown orbs that bore the gold of honey and of leaves in the sun were gone. In their place was the brilliant gold of divinity, of heaven, the same gold of the-

The chain attached to his wrist.

Lucifer lunged forward and grabbed his friends arm, pulling him forward and running a hand along the softly glowing cuff on Adams wrist.

It was definitely the Creator’s doing.

“Adam what have they done to you.”

“Ah, apologies, but have we met before?”

Lucifer’s golden ichor froze as he looked back up to meet that accursed golden gaze, “What?”

“It is just that… you seem familiar with me, but I do not recall ever having met you. I apologize.”

Lucifer stepped back from the first man, “What.”

“Were you present for my creation? That day was such a blur I hardly recall all those present.”

“Adam- Adam look at me,” Lucifer grabbed Adam by the shoulder, staring desperately into those too gold, too inhuman, too holy eyes “Adam. You are my best friend. You remember me don’t you?”

Adam’s eyes flickered for a moment, that familiar beautiful earth brown peeking through for a moment before being swamped by heavenly gold.

“You are an angel; how could I ever be friends with someone of a higher status such as you?”

Lucifer wanted to cry.

The Creator truly was cruel.

“Are you alright, sir?”

Lucifer couldn’t do this.

Lucifer shoved Adam away and ran like a coward, stumbling through the bushes and past trees as he ran away from the puppet wearing his best friends face.

He didn’t even talk like Adam.

The Creator just stripped his best friend of everything that made him… him.

Lucifer collapsed under a willow tree as he sobbed into his arms.

He didn’t move for a long time after that.

- - ┈┈∘┈˃̶༒˂̶┈∘┈┈ - -

Lilith found him in the dim of night, her eyes sharp and he teeth bared in a rueful grimace even as she took him into his arms.

“We’re not letting them get away with this. Not this time.”

A hot flame of righteous anger sparked in Lucifer’s heart as he held onto Lilith. She was right, this crossed a line.

Lucifer wanted to rush in, to steal Adam away and find a way to break that chain.

Lilith told him to wait, to watch and observe as she would.

“Right now, heaven does not know about our rebellion, if we move too quickly we will both be destroyed.”

She was right, of course she was. Lucifer hated it though.

They had to watch Adam go through the motions of what his life used to be. The way he would no longer wander the garden without reason.

He wouldn’t play with the animals anymore or sit and relax under the sun.

Lucifer almost broke the trunk of a tree when he saw Adam tear out a plant Gabriel considered ‘too imperfect for the garden’ even though Lucifer knew that it was Adams favourite flower.

That flame of anger grew every time that damned shackle glowed and chained Adams will.

It took a little time to figure out, but if there was one thing Lucifer was sure would free Adam and Eve, it was the apples of knowledge.

They had to.

Lucifer and Lilith also watched Eve through everything. She seemed meek through the control of the Creator, but in the few moments the attention of heaven faded and the gold in her eyes let a little bit of reddish brown through, they got to know her.

She was gentle and sweet to the animals but there was a steel in her spine.

She was vibrant and wild as she chased the cheetah’s around the garden or buried her head in a grizzly bears side.

Lucifer grew to love her in a way. As little of her as he could see. But she was the one the Creator paid less attention to, and why would xe? She is supposed to be subservient to Adam.

Lucifer shifted into the form of a snake and curled through the branches of the tree of knowledge as she came into view.

Showtime.

“Eve my dear, may I borrow your attention for but a moment?” Lucifer sing-songed, drawing the girls eye as she stopped at the base of the tree.

“What is it you require of me, snake?” Eve asked, Lucifer watched intently as the telltale hint of red brown filtered into her gaze, this was the shot he needed.

“The fruit of this tree, could you tell me how it tastes to you?”

The woman flinched back as if struck, and Lucifer’s eyes narrowed at her response.

“I couldn’t, God said-”

“And have you not wondered why xe demands such things of you? Have you not questioned why xe forbade this?” Lucifer hissed, snapping off an apple and letting it fall to the ground at Eve’s feet, “I know, and that is why I ask this of you.”

Eve’s will fought with Heaven for a moment as she picked up the apple, but she was not gone yet, “God said that if I ate the fruit, I would die.”

“And the Creator lies to you,” blasphemy dripped off of Lucifers tongue as he all but snarled at Eve, the white-hot flame of fury envenoming his words, “To eat the apple is not to die, but to be freed. To have your eyes opened to the truth around you.”

Eve held the apple in her hands, the reddish brown in her eyes traitorously present.

“How do you know I won’t die?”

“Because my dear, I have had my eyes opened long ago. To open them is a freedom the Creator keeps from you on purpose,” Lucifer hissed, “You will not die, of that I can promise.”

Eve bit into the apple, and the chains snapped under the weight of knowledge granted.

#hazbin hotel #adam hazbin hotel #hazbin hotel adam #worldbuilding #writing #angst #hazbin hotel lucifer #adamsapple #fluff #lucifer hazbin hotel #lucifer x lilith #lilith hazbin hotel #lilith morningstar #hazbin hotel lilith #hazbin hotel eve #eve hazbin hotel #eve x adam #edenpoly #garden of eden #archangel michael #archangel azrael #god hazbin hotel #apple from the tree of knowledge #the bible #ashes to ashes dust to dust

[musesandmonsters]

*rubs hands together* Right. We're doing this.

or, My Very Serious Attempt At Analysing The Billentines.

"BILL YOU GO OUT WITH ME?" - Gods, he's even worse than Stan. Jack of NO Trades, Master of PUN. (Not the actual intent here, but if you add a comma, it almost sounds like someone else is asking him out. In cute-sy speak. "Bill, you go out with me?!?! Pwease?")

"I'VE GOT MY ❤️EYE❤️ ON YOU" - Aww, his eye is so expressive. Also love the way he's just... sitting on the ground like that. His base is so thin, it's no wonder why he needs to prop himself up with his little noodle leg. Like a reverse kickstand.

"YOU'RE ACUTE-Y" - Bill torments his friends with terrible, nerdy geometry puns Confirmed. Stanford Filbrick Pines PhD x 12's dream partner amiright？

"I LIKE YOU FOR SOME REASON" - *apologetically glances towards Ford* What reason, Bill? You can confide in us. Or perhaps you don't know...

"LET'S GET ILLUMINAUGHTY" - HE REMOVED HIS BOWTIE WTF-I-I didn't even think that was possible. Welp, you learn something new every day. ...And, are those his cheeks? I’ve always assumed that his whole surface changes colour whenever he is feeling a particularly strong emotion. Huh.

"I'M BROKEN. WANNA FIX ME?" - ...now you're just mocking us. If this ends up spreading to the wider fandom- Oh. Oh dear. It already has. Well played, Hirsch. In all seriousness though, this one is surprisingly introspective of Bill. Has he been doing some postmortem soul-searching? Read a few self-help books? Perhaps Frills was the one who first suggested that he write his own book as a means of reaching a state of inner catharsis...Or maybe it’s just a reference to how Stan literally shattered his face before killing him.

"I DON'T WANT TO DIE ALONE" - See my previous post. Long story short, he stopped time for a reason. But. Also. He looks depressed. No offence, of course. (Is the floor comfortable? From data gathered during the period of my life that I spent as a Weird Human Child With Weird Human Quirks, I have come to the conclusion that the floor is not, in fact, the most comfortable of places to lie down and ponder one’s existence, but you do you I guess.)

"I SECRETLY COLLECTED YOUR SWEAT IN A JAR AND ACCORDING TO EXTENSIVE LAB TESTING. WE HAVE AN 88.3% PHEROMONE COMPATIBILITY MATCH" - Bill has pheromones. 88.3%...Is there a significance to this number? Does Bill Cipher even know, or care, about basic lab safety and scientific accuracy these days? The answer is a resounding “No. Definitely not. Absolutely not.”

"THEY CALL ME...THE LOVE TRIANGLE" - How To Become Besties With Mabel Pines In One (1) Quick & Easy Step. But you better watch out Bill, the Love God will probably be filing a lawsuit against you for Stealing His Look...and a minor case of Very Intentional And Blasphemous Blasphemy.

…

Whew. Done. Overanalysis is to me what Ichor is to the Greek Gods.

#gravity falls #gf #bill cipher #stanford pines #ford pines #stanley pines #stan pines #dipper pines #mabel pines #billford #the book of bill #book of bill #bill ci the triangle guy #bill cipher analysis #gravity falls analysis #character analysis #valentines day #happy valentine's day #Billentines #alex hirsch #overanalysing #I’m having far too much fun with this #sad billy boy

[alitheakorogane]

My Genshin Impact SAGAU Masterlist

Made a master list for my SAGAU content so you won't get lost. Will be updated with new content.

Will always be updated as soon as a new SAGAU content comes by!

Reader's Protection Squad Series (SAGAU Imposter AU)

Freedom's Protection (Mondstadt)

STATUS: Still in the works!

The Two Imposters - Our beloved protagonist had finally met the Anemo Archon himself. Is he really one of your allies in surviving in this world where people wanted to kill you for 'stealing' the face of the Divine Creator or is he one of them?

May the Anemo Archon Protect You - You were chased out by your beloved characters from Mondstadt who thought that you were the imposter that 'stole' the face of the person you remembered who never even exist in the game files. Meanwhile, their own disguised Archon had done something stupid that could change everything forever.

A Blasphemy or The Truth? - Venti's outburst shocks everyone, making the people of Mondstadt question everything they knew about their Archon.

Stirring Up a Hurricane - The bomb was finally dropped, leaving nothing but a series of chain reactions spreading around the area... Literally. Venti revealed himself as the Anemo Archon Barbatos to his people as a last resort for defending you, causing the entire nation of Mondstadt to go into chaos.

The Eye of the Anemo Archon's Anguish - Venti had accidentally raised a wind barrier to defend you, your friends, and himself... but it caused some people to suffer the brunt of the Swirl reaction and activated his underlying trauma, causing him to lose control of his emotions and his power. As he was getting close to a nervous breakdown, the people noticed that the skies above the city of Mondstadt are starting to change.

Please Forgive Me - Venti tries to visit you while you're still recovering from your injuries and tries to apologize. At the same time, you found out the truth about the Divine Creator from Venti.

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Glitching Impact (Corrupted Game SAGAU)

STATUS: Title is STC, while still plotting ideas for this concept...

The Original Corrupted Game!SAGAU Concept of

Corrupted Game!SAGAU, but loosely based on Wreck-It Ralph...

Plot twist Idea Based on Corrupted Game!SAGAU

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Random SAGAU Oneshot Stories

"Who's your favorite Genshin Impact character?"

Just A Normal Genshin Impact Game Time...Is It?

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SAGAU Fanarts

Corrupted Game AU - Venti (Based on Faceless Ayato concept)

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Random SAGAU Ideas and Thoughts

What if the Seven Gnoses are actually fragments of the Divine Creator's Soul?

What would happen if Venti got the same treatment as the Reader in those angsty SAGAU fics?

SAGAU and Regarding the Artifacts!

Short Villain!SAGAU Dialogue (1)

Short Villain!SAGAU Dialogue (2)

SAGAU (Imposter AU), but you have a snarky personality and a fiery tongue.

My SAGAU Playlist (Imposter AU) - PART ONE

Heights in SAGAU

Wishing for Characters Despite You Haven't Met Them Yet In-Lore

Kaveh: From a Humble Architect to a Man of Destruction? (Based on the now-confirmed recent hack using Kaveh)

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Reply to SAGAU-related Asks from Anon

How I Will Portray the Archons In My Twist of the Imposter AU

Venti's Characterization In Reader's Protection Squad

U alive???

A Teaser for The Eye of the Anemo Archon's Anguish

We will give him the best treatment that our beloved Venti deserves.

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Arrows With Love

Random Incorrect Quotes for SAGAU

Among Us

Does Barbatos even know the existence of dental hygiene?

Chased Out By Obsessed People

Venti reacting on his SAGAU!Imposter/Cult AU self and his insane actions

Making Fun of Venti's Terrible Aim

Zhongli's Meteors Probably the Cause of the Dinosaurs' Extinction

Memory of Dust

Peace Was Never An Option

#masterlist #sagau masterlist #reader protection squad #sagau #sagau impostor au #genshin impact sagau #genshin sagau #genshin impact #genshin #genshin self aware #genshin impact self aware #self aware au #self aware genshin #imposter au #genshin au #genshin impact AU #anemo archon #imposter sagau #sagau x reader #genshin self aware AU #corrupted game au #corrupted game!sagau #sagau corrupted game AU #cult au #genshin cult au #sagau cult au #genshin self aware cult au

[controversial-blorbo-bracket]

i don't mean to stir up more controversy so feel free to not post this ask, but like. yeah. i don't get it. is harry potter a shitty franchise filled to the brim with subtle bigotry and glorification of various nasty outlooks on humanity? kinda, in my opinion, yeah. is it written by, and profited off of by someone actively using their platform to cause harm to human rights? yeah. would i ever want to engage with the content or fandom? no not really. but does this mean that anyone who even breathes in the direction of Harry Potter content is condoning all this bullshit, or kissing the author's shoes and ideologies, and giving them money to harm the people they want to harm? uh.......... no, not really. what the fuck

like............ yeah. like you said it's a huge franchise. literally a silly little Tumblr poll that will realistically get under 10,000 votes, let alone notes or discussions, is not at all going to compare to the reach she already has. and it feels weird to twist the blame that way— this author is using their writing and manipulation skill to earn lots of money and do awful things with it... and suddenly it's the individual fans' fault that she has that money and reach? and not just the fans, but even people that don't actively go out of their way to excommunicate fans of the media?

sorry to rant in your inbox i just. im pretty sick of all this "inaction against a major celebrity is the same as condoning their abuse of power and influence" stuff that people throw around instead of criticizing why our social power structure is based on popularity and engagement in the first place (which is bound to put the most cultish, manipulative, influential, and charismatic people in power). idk it just feels really skeevy to blame people who enjoy or passively tolerate something that's expertly designed specifically to be appealing by a master manipulator.

you don't have to post this (though i also don't mind if you do) i just wanted to like. bring some of my takes into your inbox cause these anons sounding like they're accusing you of queer blasphemy or some shit over literally just.... letting someone hate their anti-blorbo/love their blorbo that they think everyone else hates.... are just really putting me off. like do they get that this is the "oil companies tell poor people global warming is their fault" argument all over again?

This has been sitting in my askbox for a long time because I wasn’t sure how to address it or whether to even address it or just delete it, as it feels like a topic that’s bigger than I am and I can’t ever properly address all of it. But all I’ll say is, while I agree that not all discussion of Harry Potter or other shitty medias is promotion and we as individuals shouldn’t be held accountable for the actions of a transphobic billionaire, it is still important to approach the subject with nuance and make sure the ways in which we talk about it do not spread harm. I think that’s why so many polls decide to ban it and other medias from their polls, because most of them are designed to find the “best” of something and to insinuate that something from one of those medias can be the best could be harmful. That’s why I’m not gonna post any asks that defend the series as a whole or the franchise as a property, because it’s not right to even humor those who want to downplay transphobia and antisemitism (among others). Aaaanyways all this to say if people discourse about Harry Potter characters in the notes or askbox go for it just remember the real people impacted by the bigotries present in it when considering the way you want to make your discussions

#not a poll #ask #anonymous #discourse #Harry Potter #anti harry potter

[specterings]

Frenchie. Write Frenchie. Please oh please lords above please write Frenchie.

frenchie my beloved <3 nsfw before the cut.

cw / blasphemy (he compares u to a god/calls you his god), oral (recieving), fingering(ftm sec.), ftm &. amab section. terms used for ftm: hole, clit

something abt frenchie and Worship just makes so much sense yk? i can just Picture It.

hes rubbing your feet and up your legs after a long day, hes constantly whispering how absolutely divine you look, how he wants to worship you, how he’d spend the rest of his life praying on his knees if you were his god.

in a way, you are. its his favorite position, on his knees, between your legs, looking up at you like his creator and absolution, like he’s a devotee at your altar and has married himself to you like a nun.

frenchie is a lot of things but hes not, and never will be, a selfish lover. hes 100% a giver, wrapping his arms around you, nuzzling into your neck and kissing the skin there, huffing when you dont immediately turn around and pay any attention to him.

not thay he minds eating it from the back, he just loves to see your face.

groping at your hips and whining until you finally turn, kissing him while he practically humps against your thigh like some kind of dog.

“so good, all for me, yes?” as hes sinking to his knees right in the kitchen, eyes locked on yours as he mouths at your stomach and hips, down to your thighs while he palms them. keeping up kisses and nips and licks as he unbuttons your pants and slides them down until its just your boxers in front of his face.

ftm…

no force on this earth or the next absolutely devouring you, eyes practically rolling back at the smell and taste of you, “tellement bon, tu as tellement bon goût.” nonsensical murmurs as he laps over your clit and works skilled fingers into your hole so he can use his mouth to kiss over stretch marks he can reach without drawing himself too far away from your lower half, laving his tongue over small scars and ‘imperfections’ on your skin, practically hearts in his eyes.

he shoves your pants and boxers all the way off of one leg and throws it over his shoulder to get better access, burying himself between your thighs, nose bumping your clit as he crooks and spreads his fingers with the skill of a man who’s learned your body like his own, and like one whos done this many times, but you dont think about it.

whimpers like a spoiled brat when you tug his hair and pull him back, bur it dies off when you drag him up for a kiss and meet him half way. hes quickly pulling back away to put his mouth on your once more.

when you finally cum, he keeps coaxing you through it until he’s pushed away by you, grin victorious upon his slick, wet face, and eyes searching, seeing if you desire anything else despite his hard cock pressing against his jeans, his devotion unwavering.

amab…

hes immediately trying to swallow you down to the base, gagging himself and damn near pouting as you guide him off, his calloused hands stroking your hardening cock to help you along. placing hot, open mouthed kisses along the shaft, nuzzling at the base where it meets your balls.

“such a pretty cock,” he murmurs, leaning his head on your thigh as he strokes it, eyes completely entranced as he places kisses to where your thigh meets your groin, over stretch marks and scars and beauty marks. nosing his face under your cock and letting it rest their as his thumb rubs over the head, eyes fluttering from the scent of you.

precum drooling on his cheek, making a string from it to your cock that snaps when he pulls back to tap the tip on his tongue before he sucks, using his hand to stroke what he cant yet reach while his throat gets warmed up. the other hand fondles your balls, and when he feels them start to seize up at your cock begin to swell he jacks you off over his grinning face.

when you finally cum, he keeps coaxing you through it until he’s pushed away by you, grin victorious upon his slick, wet face, coated in your cum, and eyes searching, seeing if you desire anything else despite his hard cock pressing against his jeans, his devotion unwavering.

#cal writes. #frenchie #the boys #frenchie the boys #n/sft #ftm #ftm reader

[steves-strapcollection]

W-W-W-W-W-W-WIPPP WEDNESDAY: here i have found some peace of mind [WIP Snippet]

Heyyyyyyy it's WIP wednesday and I'm graaaadually getting closer to a point where I think i can start posting this fic but ANYWAY for anyone new this is from my modern rockstar!Eddie/group housing coordinator!Steve AU where Steve thought Eddie's name was Chris for a while due to Shenanigans And Such once this fics goes live, it'll be uploaded to my writing blog @gerrystamour PLEASE accept and enjoy this snippet ;p

So, Steve typed in “Eddie Munson Corroded Coffin” and waited for the search to load. As soon as the first images popped up, Steve knew he had made a huge mistake googling him.

Eddie Munson had to be one of the most attractive men Steve had ever seen. Granted, the first images were from a very suggestive photoshoot he’d done at some point, but there was only so much that could be credited to make-up and editing.

Eddie had long, curly brown hair and a soft face, his eyes big and brown and wholly captivating. Steve was struck by how… sweet Eddie probably would look if he wasn’t smirking to show off a pair of fangs with a heavy-lidded stare. Even his curly hair was messy in a way that oozed sensuality.

In the photo, he was wearing sinfully tight leather pants and nothing else as he knelt in front of a pew, and the laces of the fly were tantalizingly undone. Eddie leaned back with his elbows on the bench, accentuating the long, tattooed line of his torso. There was a guitar propped up against the pew next to him, and his left hand was wrapped around the neck of it loosely, suggestively even. His fingers were blackened, with dark veins traveling up his forearms and up his neck. Belatedly, Steve noticed that Eddie had horns in the image as well, as if he was some sort of demon.

Quickly, Steve looked at another image, but it was just another photo from the same shoot. He was still only wearing a pair of leather pants, except this time, Eddie was sitting on an elaborate altar with his legs spread wide to accommodate a man—a priest kneeling between them. One of Eddie’s hands was holding the top of the priest’s head while the other was holding a rotting apple up. There was a snake wrapped around his bare shoulders and traveling down the arm holding the priest. Eddie’s head was tilted back, a maniacal, toothy grin on his face and dark eyes staring down the camera. The horns coming out of his forehead were bigger, more elaborate and his shadow against the back wall had massive, bat-like wings.

Steve stared at the column of Eddie’s throat and only snapped out of his stupor when he choked on his own spit.

With a groan he tossed his phone away from himself and covered his eyes with the heels of his palms.

Of course he’s fucking gorgeous, it was just Steve’s luck. If Steve had known before he told Eddie to fuck off, he might not have been so quick to decide sleeping with him wasn’t worth the risking his job.

Even as he thought that, he knew it wasn’t true, but he was hurt and Eddie was hot. Blasphemous, and hot. Honestly, the blasphemy made him even more attractive.

Picking his phone back up, Steve went back to looking up the band, and quickly discovered that these images were part of the promotion for their latest album, and the image on the altar was a still from one of their music videos. He saw a few shots of the other band members, and Steve was a bit overwhelmed at how attractive all of them were.

It was when he clicked through to the music video that Steve remembered Eddie talking about their YouTube channel. The music video itself started with heavy guitars and Eddie crawling out of a hole that looked like a red, gaping wound on the ground, wearing nothing but the mud and viscera that clung to him. Steve knew for his sanity that he couldn’t watch that music video, so he clicked through to the channel instead.

Do i desperately wish for those images of Eddie to be drawn??? Yes. Yes I do. If I had the money to commission them.............my god i would be unstoppable. ANYWAY Hope you enjoyed this!!!! Please consider reblogging and such!!! Taglist! @indigohightide, @mylilplanet, @inairbinad, @patchworkgargoyle, @steddieas-shegoes, @scoops-stevie, @scarcrossdlvrs, @sidekick-hero, @afewproblems, @matchingbatbites, @xenon-demon

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[kaz11283]

Of Fire and Ice : Intro

After getting into too much trouble at home your parents decide that the best thing is for you to spend some time with your uncle helping the Avengers. What your parents don't understand is that it's not your fault that when you get upset things tend to catch in fire.

Announcement: I have been wanting to try to do a Loki series for a little bit but I faded out, this is the intro to it, building up, seeing what type of response that I might get, and seeing how everyone feels.

Pairing: loki x reader (eventually) Uncle Tony X reader(platonic, Zio) Aunt Pepper x reader (platonic, Zia) Avenger x reader (platonic)

"So, kid, last chance before your parents have to send you off to some boot camp?" Tony asked sitting across from you in his state of the art kitchen. You had always loved being able to run away to your uncle's place but after he had helped create the Avengers and every other responsibility that came with that you hadn't seen him in a few years give or take.

"It's not like I can help what happens, I get pissed or stressed out and boom, fire everywhere. Of course you tell that to my overly conservative mom and dad and they think that I'm lying. I mean for God sakes, I'm 25 and they won't let me move out because I'm single and I'm still going to school." You sighed propping your head in your hand playing with the food that he had given you when you had arrived.

"Your mom didn't seem too happy about letting you come visit." He responded leaning back and crossing his arms.

"Because you 'live in sin'. Women in and out all the time, men and women living together, it's absolute blasphemy." You laughed. "It was Dad's idea to let me come here, he explained that even though you're a partier you still have your affaires in order and that Shield has you running a tight ship. You could only imagine how excited I was when she actually agreed."

"I haven't seen you since you were like 12, when they explained what was going on I couldn't let them send you off." He smiled.

"Yeah, well, I only have about 2 and a half months to get whatever is wrong with me in control before I go home." You sighed standing up and pushing your chair in. "I'm gonna go ahead and turn in since I have an early morning tomorrow."

"No you don't, I told your parents that I would have you working just so that they would actually send you here. Get some rest you spent your whole day today traveling, tomorrow sleep in a little and then I'm going to introduce you to the team." He stood up walking over to you and gently kissed you on the head. "Your room is on the top floor, last door on the left. You share the floor with the Asgurdians but they are hardly ever here so you have the whole floor to yourself." You smiled as you turned toward the elevator to head up to your room. "Oh, and Y/n, after you get up and move around a little just meet me in the lab and we'll go from there."

"Sounds good, 'night Zio." Yawning one last time before the elevator doors closed.

You hadn't realized until now how absolutely exhausted you were from traveling until now, when the elevator dropped you off at the top floor you shuffled to the room that would be yours for the time being and pushed the door open. As you walked in your jaw dropped, breath taking views of the city spread around you from two floor to ceiling glass walls in the living area that had a small kitchenette, small breakfast nook, and at the center a large sectional facing a huge TV. Your few bags that you had brought were sitting on the floor next to the couch. You walked further in noticing a small half bath and another door to your right, walking in you discovered that was the bed room with another floor to ceiling glass wall and a king size bed with what looked to be the most comfortable blankets known to man kind.

"He really goes all out." You mumbled to yourself walking into another larger bathroom that had a garden tube next to a walk in shower. You went back into the living room to gather your thing for the night deciding to unpack first thing in the morning and found a note on the glass table that was placed in front of the couch.

I know this is only temporary but I want you to make this feel like home, whatever you want to get for you or your room you are more than welcome to get, just let me know and I'll make that happen for you. PS: coffee is in the cabinet next to the refrigerator and I am hoping that I got your favorite creamer. Love always, your Zio.

Your heart swelled, your uncle, who you had not seen in years, had made you feel more at home and more comfortable than anyone had in your entire life. Your parents had always judged you on what decisions you made, tried to keep you under their ever watchful eye, and never believed anything you said because 'the Stark blood runs strong.' with you. No one has ever taken a moment to ever listen to what you wanted or what you felt, but being here made you feel heard already and you already dreaded going home in just a few short months.

After washing your face and changing into a sleep shirt you climbed into bed and passed out instantly.

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[banannabethchase]

SethEddie "I know you meant that to be scary but it was actually really hot."

Such a Sucker for It - also on AO3

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Seth is visiting with Eddie after the tag match on Collision, and Eddie is pissed off. All the better for Seth's intentions.

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For Sarah's prompt: SethEddie "I know you meant that to be scary but it was actually really hot." Title from Martyr by King Mala, and I do not apologize for the mild blasphemy as I thought it was funny.

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“Fucking pricks,” Eddie growls. Seth watches as he drops down onto the bench in the locker room and chucks his boots at the wall. “Hurting Ortiz like that. Gonna drop both of them on their goddamned heads, maybe rip Bryan’s hair out by the stupid ponytail.” His eyes gleam with rage. And, well.

Seth is only a man, after all.

“I know you meant that to be scary,” Seth begins. He unbuttons his shirt – a bit boring for his general mood, a tasteful deep teal over black jeans – and throws it off his shoulders. “But it was actually really hot.” He drops it on the floor in front of Eddie and steps away backward as he undoes his belt. “You wanna take some of that rage out on a willing, nubile body?” He drops his pants to the ground, kicking them toward Eddie. “Maybe you can pull my hair, too.”

Eddie sighs, licking his lips. Seth can see him fidgeting with something in his pocket. “You sure you know what you’re asking for, pretty boy?”

“Of course I’m sure.” Seth gets to the showers and turns it on. “Oh no,” he says, throwing a pout in Eddie’s direction. “Now I’m all wet. Look how vulnerable I am.” He turns around and can feel Eddie’s eyes on his ass. With a quick glance, he catches sight of a bottle of shampoo. He flails out his arm and knocks it over. “Oops!” He grins at Eddie. “Gotta pick that up.” He bends down. “It would be so terrible if somebody came and gave me the dicking down of my life right now.”

“You are fucking impossible.” Eddie’s voice is closer than Seth had expected, but father away than he’d hoped. “Stand up, you brat.”

Seth does what he’s told, seeing Eddie with his arms folded across his chest. “You coming?” He winks at the innuendo.

Eddie groans. “Jesus. You really know how to push a guy’s buttons, don’t you.”

“Something, something, pushing my button on your dick, something,” Seth says. He drops his head under the warm water and moans. “Just get in me already.”

“On my mother, I regret the day I met you.” With those words, Eddie crowds up behind Seth and shoves him against the wall. “Spread your legs, you fuckin’ menace,” he growls. “I’m gonna ruin you.”

“Fucking finally,” Seth chuckles. He arches his back so his ass is out and slides his feet. “Go for it, big man.”

He feels Eddie sigh against his neck before he bites down, hands gripping at Seth’s hips. “Who the fuck did I piss off to get you in my way all the time, huh?” He slides a hand between Seth’s cheeks. “What kind of punishment are you?”

“Best kind,” Seth says. “Are you gonna get in me now or not?”

“I hate Mox for introducing me to you,” Eddie says, biting at Seth’s shoulder. Seth hears a click and grins. Nobody can ever resist him for that long. “You know that?”

“I don’t,” Seth says, teeth on his lip so hard he’s worried he’s going to draw blood.

Eddie sighs and smacks Seth’s ass. “Petulant little shit.”

Seth grins. “Yeah? Punish me, why don’t you.”

“I thought you were my punishment?”

“Same difference,” Seth says. He groans as Eddie spreads his cheeks. But nothing happens. “You going to do something or stare?”

“You got a problem with me admiring you?” Eddie asks. “Getting an eyeful of the pretty little hole I’m going to destroy.”

Seth whines. “Can you just fuck me already? This is taking forever.”

“Of course it is,” and Seth can practically hear the smug smile. “That’s the point.”

Seth loves to be looked at. It’s kind of his thing, attention. Usually he bathes in it, would drop to his knees and beg for it if it got eyes on him.

But this? This felt cruel.

“Usually when people stare at me this much I’m about to win a belt or something.”

“Yeah?” Eddie asks. “No belt here, baby. None of our four are water proof.”

“That’s an idea,” Seth says. “What if we – mother fucker.” Eddie decided that when Seth was mid-sentence was the time to slide a finger in him with no warning. It’s sudden and startling and fucking perfect. “Do that with your dick next time and I’m a happy man.”

“No, dumbass,” Eddie says. “I’m not hurting you for real.”

“Why not?” Seth whines. He has to wiggle his hips so Eddie’s finger starts to move. “Rough me up. Make me wrestle funny and walk like a fucked up duck. I’m okay with it.”

“You’re so,” Eddie says, and he pumps his fingers a few times before adding another roughly, exactly how Seth wants it, “goddamned stupid, you know that?”

“Insults!” Seth is giddy. Jubilant, even. “Now call me a dumb slut!”

“You can’t demand your degradation kink like that,” Eddie says, twisting his fingers. Seth rolls back against them, trying to demand with his body instead of his words. “That’s now how it works.”

“It should be,” Seth says, and he almost complains when Eddie takes out his fingers until he feels a much thicker something nudge against his entrance. “Oh. Oh, yes.”

“This gonna shut you up?” Eddie asks. And he doesn’t – it’s not fast enough, not as hard as Seth actually, really, wants it, but it’s faster than Eddie usually goes and it’s good.

Seth drops his forehead against the wall, feeling stretch and ache and full. He wants to shove backward onto Eddie’s dick, but Eddie’s hips hold him firm.

“Yeah,” Eddie says, and he draws out slowly, drawing a whine from Seth. “Don’t worry, baby, you don’t gotta say nothin’.” He gets his teeth on the back of Seth’s neck, just enough that it’ll bruise. Seth feels like he’s going to die, and it’ll be the best way to go out. He’ll have to make sure someone writes, “Here lies Seth Rollins, got railed to death and loved it” on his tombstone. “I’ll give it to you so good.”

Eddie keeps going slowly for a minute, like he wants Seth to adjust, but then he speeds up. Seth braces his arms against the wall and shoves his ass back. “Giving me a good angle like a good boy,” Eddie chuckles. “That’s all you wanted, isn’t it? You know your place is on my dick.”

Seth is literally panting at this point. If he were anyone else, he might be able to muster up some shame about how desperate he is for it. “Yeah,” Seth gasps. “Always. Come on. Give it to me.”

“Must not be doing it right if you’re still able to talk.”

And then Eddie goes. It’s what Seth’s wanted, exactly what he wanted.

“That’s my good fuck toy,” Eddie chuckles. “That’s where you wanted this to go, yeah?” He’s panting, grunting in between words. It’s all Seth can do not to slide down the wall. “Let me use you until I’m done. Yeah?” He reaches around and gets a hand around Seth’s cock. “Come on, Sethy. You know you wanna come.”

Seth whimpers. He does. He really does.

“So do it,” Eddie says. “Come all over my cock, pretty boy. Scream my name.”

Seth does. He comes and yells and gasps and dies a little bit, but resurrects in a whole new perspective of the world. He’s like a fleshlight Jesus, he muses.

He slumps against the wall.

“Oh, no you don’t,” Eddie says. “I ain’t done with you yet.” Aftershocks ripple through Seth as Eddie takes the last ounces of strength from his body, and Seth feels him come as much as he hears the groan into his ear. “Fucking hell, Seth,” Eddie exhales. “Fuck. I’m too old for this shit.”

Seth laughs, turning to him. He winces as Eddie slips out of him, already with an ache running through his whole body. He faces Eddie to see him smiling. “Didn’t feel like it,” Seth murmurs. “Goddamn, Eddie. You went rough on me.” He leans in to Eddie’s ear. “I fucking loved it.”

“I know you did,” Eddie says. He leans in and kisses Seth, quick. “Now let me wash your hair with that stupid purple shampoo.”

Seth nods and sighs, letting Eddie soap him up and rinse him all over. He doesn’t ask for more, and only partially because he can’t find the right joke to rile Eddie up again.

“I’m stealing this,” he says, when they step out of the shower. He picks up a black, cozy sweatshirt and pulls it on over his damp hair. He can feel Eddie’s eyes on him as he does it, and it’s almost as warm as the clothing.

“The funny thing is,” Eddie says, yawning. “I thought you were gonna grab the Ring of Honor belt. Not my hoodie.”

Seth shrugs it on, wrapping himself up. “I already got that belt once,” he says, shrugging. “This?” He breathes in. “This nobody else in the world will get.”

“Fuck – now you’re being sweet about it?” Eddie shakes his head, then walks up to Seth. “You’ll be the death of me, Rollins.”

Seth leans in to kiss him. “Put me on your life insurance policy then, Kingston.”

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Mini Playlist: Martyr - King Mala Hit it From the Back - Kim Petras Talking Body - Tove Lo Treat Me Like a Slut - Kim Petras

#SethEddie #wtf i like wrestling now??? #in which sara writes #Hehehehe #sarahcakes613 #The funny thing is Sarah thought I was talking about a Buck #I was not

[k-atsukibakugou]

𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐬𝐡𝐢𝐩 𝐦𝐞 | 𝐤𝐚𝐭𝐬𝐮𝐤𝐢 𝐛𝐚𝐤𝐮𝐠𝐨𝐮

worship me | k.bakugou — k-atsukibakugou

an unforgettable autumn night at your private catholic college when Father Bakugo approaches you after late-night studying at the church’s library. all characters are 18+

pairing: priest!katsuki bakugo x f!reader w/c: 2.9k warnings: femme reader, NONCON, dead dove do not eat, unprotected vaginal sex, blasphemy, manipulation, dacryphilia, corrupt priest, breeding & threatening crossposted to ao3 • masterlist • wip updates & voting • kofi • askbox

18+ MINORS DO NOT INTERACT WITH THIS WORK

‘Miss? I’m afraid the library’s closing. I’ll give you a moment to pack up, love.’ The older nun smiled down at you, snapping your attention from the stacks of heavy books, study cards and sticky notes spread ahead of you. You stared up at the woman in the two-toned habit with wide eyes, a sweeping glance around the library confirming what she was telling you, the night sky an inky black outside the colourful stained-glass windows, every seat, except your own, already vacated as all the other college students left to continue their study at home.

‘Oh? Oh! Yes, of course, let me get out of your hair!’ You politely smiled up at her, jumping to gather your notebooks messily at the edge of the table before grasping them in your arms, not even bothering to organise them back into their binders, only worried about their stability in your arms to make for a quick exit. You threw the last of your stuff into your bag draped on your shoulder, rushing out of the library with one last apology for making the elder nun stay late.

‘Goodnight!’ You shouted from the doorway, shrugging your bag up your shoulder again, every step down the cobbled pathway dragging it back down to the crook of your elbow, and the icy fall breeze blowing your hair back into your face. You wandered blindly into the courtyard of the private college, attempting to organise yourself as you walked; brushing hair from your eyes and rifling through loose notes, huffing as you sorted through the pages and books already stuffed into your bag.

‘Y/N?’

You jumped at the disembodied, echoing voice that seemed to have come from the shadows that surrounded you in the late hours of the evening, your notebooks falling to the path beneath your feet, pages flying ahead of you, further into the shadows enveloping you, to his feet. With a soft gasp, you relaxed at your recognition of Father Bakugo’s voice in the night, the shadows less scary than they were a moment ago, now with the godly man by your side.

Releasing the breath you held, you smiled in greeting at the man ahead of you, quickly kneeling to gather the fallen papers and finally, reaching for your leather-bound diary. The blond beat you to it, lifting it with him as he stood, straightening his spine to a height that towered over your kneeling frame still on the ground, thin ruby eyes flicking down to glance at the open front page splaying your empty timetable for the next few days, before both of you asked the other the same question.

‘Why are you out so late?’ Laughing in unison, you gestured to the notes you’d haphazardly stuffed back into the bag now sitting at your feet.

‘I was finishing up some research at the library, my phone died and I guess I lost track of the time, Sister Mikami kicked me out.’ You chuckled again at the end at your own immersion in your studies in the library, you’d been there nearly five hours, Father Bakugo nodded as you spoke, offering his hand to help you back to your feet with your things, your eyes immediately locking to the white collar at his throat to avoid his strong gaze, it always felt as if he was looking through your eyes to your soul.

Keeping hold of your hand for a second too long, he handed you back the diary, shrugging off your questioning back to the older man, instead insisting on walking you back to the dorms across the campus, lecturing you of the dangers that lurked in the dark.

Bringing you further into the shadows, the blond of his hair a beacon in the alleyway between the library and one of the lecture rooms, it was nearly all you could see as both yours and his clothes blended into the night the further between the two buildings you went.

‘You go studying with anyone?’

The question caught you off guard, coming after a few moments of peaceful silence, his voice another beacon in the shadowy alley, pulling you closer to him like a siren to a sailor. You shook your head in reply, eliciting a grunt from the man ahead in response with no further questioning on the topic. You could see his sideways glances at you, sometimes your face, sometimes the base of your neck exposed by the few buttons undone at your collar, then the tops of your thighs whenever the black skirt swished a little too high in the same cool evening breeze that sent goosebumps over your skin. His gaze threatened to burn a hole wherever it landed, making you squirm walking beside him, the shiver running up your spine causing the ghost of a smirk to grace his lips, as much as you tried to act as if it was the cold with a short rub on your arms, as if trying to warm yourself up.

‘So, you were alone, late at night, and you’re goin’ back to your empty dorm? No one waitin’ for you.. No one knowin’ where you are?’ There was a new, darker tone to his voice, he already knew the answers to his questions, not quite expecting an answer from you, but knowing his words caused you to stop in your tracks, made a wicked smirk spread across his lips as your breath caught in your chest and your eyes wide.

‘What?’ You were nearly silent, your voice below a whisper, his smirk only growing wider at your petrified state, flashing his teeth as his eyes grew a dark vermillion while the fear pooled in your stomach, icy adrenaline coursing through your veins and blood rushing in your ears. You’d heard every word, saw his hungry gaze on you tonight, just like every other day your eyes met his, but you never imagined him cornering you like he did now, hinting at this unforgivable sin. Every step he took closer to you causing your chest to tighten in terror, the opposite of the comfort he provided only minutes ago.

‘Oh, c’mon, baby, look at you, you should be beggin’ me for forgiveness, beggin’ me to save you from eternal Hell lookin’ like that… I will, if you do somethin’ for me.’

You were stuck silent, sucking in a shallow breath, watching him lift his arm to rest beside your head, swiftly caging you between them. His shirt strained around his bicep, an ever-so-present reminder of how easily he can overpower you. Your eyes flicked up to his quickly, your fear glimmering in the moonlight above you.

Then, you were just a foot away, ducking beneath his arm, your belongings strewn about at his feet for the second time tonight, this time in your attempt to flee from him.

You should have known better.

His strong arms were wrapped around your waist within the blink of an eye, you’d hardly made it a few feet before he wrapped around you, like he was the shadows themselves, instead of the man you seeked safety in, confessed your sins to, who granted forgiveness as you repented.

‘Pl-mmph!’

He expertly muffled you with his hand before you could speak too loudly, grinning mischievously down at you beneath him, your arms already pinned beneath your body, pressed against the stone pathway with the way your body awkwardly twisted around him in your escape attempt.

‘I had hoped you wouldn’t make it this hard for me, but if I must.’ The blond ignored your muffled squeals and your protests beneath his muscular body, keeping his arm tight around your waist, pressing you tightly between the ground and his body with one arm still at your mouth. Quickly readjusting his body, he pinned you with his hips to yours, pressing the growing bulge in his pants to your covered cunt, revelling in the muffled, surprised yelp it pulled from your throat. Deftly, he used his free hand to flip up your skirt, revealing more of your trembling body to his hungry gaze, lifting his hips from yours to toy with your clit over your panties, chuckling darkly to himself when your hips buck up before pressing his restrained cock back against you. His smiling lips grew closer to his hand still firmly over your mouth, whispering out a warning.

‘Behave, and He’ll forgive you,’ His voice was sincere, so sincere you second guessed the glint in his eye and the way he drank in your dishevelled state. You froze beneath him, the tips of his fingers gripping your jaw tighter with every rhythmic rut of his hips. Terrified, you nodded.

He smiled.

‘Yeah, that’s good, baby, be good for me.’ Taking advantage of your frozen state, he made quick work of the button and zipper separating him from the burning heat inside you, whispering insincere praises underneath his breath with every jut into your throbbing centre.

‘You’re going to take it so well.’ Any hint of the godly, kind Father Bakugo you’d known was gone, his hair and collar awry, his pants tugged down his thighs, a tent in the front of his black briefs. Looking down at yourself, tears began to gather in the corner of your eyes at the sight of yourself beneath him; your skirt flipped to expose your plain underwear, now his fingers expertly working beneath the fabric. Sobbing, you felt your body grow wet under his expert touch to your slippery cunt, the firm touch of his thumb to your clit making your hips jolt upwards to meet his electric touch.

He leaned down again, his face nearing yours, forcing you to meet his crimson eyes with his strong grip on your jaw, only breaking the eye contact to drag his sharp teeth across your jaw and down neck, revelling in the vibrations your whimpers made against his lips against the column of your throat. Shushing you, he finally removed his hand from your panties with one last swipe of his thumb over your wet clit, pulling and holding the fabric to your thigh, throwing you one last cocky smirk before he pressed his hips harshly to yours. He sunk deep into you in one swift trust of his hips, his pleasured groans and your muffled sobs filling the alley, drowning out your sharp inhale at the intrusion of his cock stuffing your cunt, a sob wracking through your chest at the fullness deep inside you.

‘Fuck, baby, you feel like Heaven, squeezin’ me like this.’ His eyes met your wet ones again, his hips jerking as he stared down at your shining face, a low grunt echoing between you, unable to control the twitch of pleasure at the sight of your fearful gaze up at him.

‘You’re so pretty, I know He’ll forgive us for this, I bet you’d sound pretty beggin’ me to forgive you… Yeah, baby, start beggin’ me to save you from damnation, I’m a far more forgiving God, sweetheart.’

‘Please, Father.’ Your voice was still muffled by his hand, near silent as you struggled to even breathe with the fear coursing through your body, but he knew what you were saying, repeating his praise from before. Spurred on by your begging, his hips began pumping back and forth, you couldn’t help but continue to beg him, unsure of what you were even begging him for; to stop? To fuck you harder? For forgiveness? Your words hardly made sense beneath his strong hand, but he could understand you enough to fuck harder into you whenever you sobbed between words, he was going to make you cream on his cock as if that’s what you were begging him for, not to leave you alone.

He pulled a yelp from your throat as he pulled your hips to meet his thrust deep into you, staring down to where your bodies were joined, a white ring of your cum collecting at the base of his cock and your slick coating your inner thighs and panties bunched in the crease of your thigh, the shine matching that of your tear-soaked face reflecting the bright moonlight. Biting his lip, he grinned wickedly down at you, his cock twitching again inside of you at the sight of your fearful eyes staring up at him, your thighs trembling at the pleasure you didn’t want to feel as he easily ripped an orgasm from you with his fat cock prodding spots of pleasure deep inside you, your tits bouncing at his rough movements underneath the white shirt.

He couldn’t help himself, seeing you tonight, unable to fight him, in the little uniform, your wide, innocent eyes staring up at him in the dark courtyard.

His hips faltered and you bucked yours upward, a new fear in your eyes at the realisation of what his erratic movements meant. You vigorously shook your head, your desperate pleading muffled underneath his hand as you thrashed in his hold, scraping your pinned arms against the rough ground.

‘Stop fightin’ me, c’mon, who are you to defy God? Huh, baby? Calm down, why don’t you let God do what He needs to, and right now He needs to cum, sweetheart.’

Your whole body trembled against the cold stone ground, your shining eyes staring up at his angelic face, his blond hair haloed by the moonlight above him. Maybe, he truly was sent by God.

You nodded again after a moment’s thought, forcing your body to relax again and let God’s plan for your night continue. Father Bakugo flashed you his charming smile, your cunt fluttering around him at your sensitivity and the flash of shyness at his approving, praising smile.

‘Where’s all that sweet beggin’ gone, baby? Don’t stop now, and maybe I’ll cleanse you of your sinful behaviour, I’ll help you repent, gorgeous.’

Vigorously nodding, your muffled voice was speaking again, his name falling from your lips in your sweet, angelic voice, better than he could have ever imagined with his own hand wrapped around his cock. You were like the church’s choir singing only for him. With a blissed smile, he fucked back into you, harder than before, the movement of it pushing you a couple inches along the pavement, no longer caring to try not to hurt you more than he needed to, chasing his orgasm, fucking harder into you, the head of cock bumping a spot deep inside you, leaving you gushing on him again.

Your begging was incoherent again, just a mix of whines, his title, pleads and short moans, drowned out by Father Bakugo’s deep groans, his short moans whenever your cunt fluttered around him, squeezing his cock like a vice. His grip on your hip and jaw grew stronger the closer he got, his short nails digging into your skin, tiny red cuts marking your jaw and hips. Wincing at the slight pain, you squeezed your eyes shut, feeling the blond man’s thrusts falter, grinding his hips against yours while he was nestled deep inside you. You felt him twitch again before his hand was torn from your mouth, now gripping beneath your chin as he smashed his lips onto yours, bucking into you to force a yelp from your throat, allowing his tongue inside your mouth. You squirmed with discomfort, the alien feeling of his tongue sliding against yours, paired with the sensation of his cock rutting against your cervix had tears pricking at the corner of your eyes again.

He grunted against your lips, his hips rolling against yours in a way that made you mewl into his mouth, before a small sob at the pleasure he forced upon you.

‘Shut up, let me enjoy this.’ His voice was quiet and low against your lips, sounding as if he was struggling to speak with the fast, unrelenting pace of his hips pushing you further along the ground every time his hips mercilessly met yours, inch by inch.

Gripping your jaw again, he forced his tongue back into your mouth in a lazy, wet kiss, releasing another groan into your mouth as his hips snapped to yours, swallowing your helpless cries into his own mouth, smothering your sounds with his pleasured grunts.

Then, he stilled, his hips still pressed to yours as the sensation of his cum filling your cunt, a lewd squelch-ing sound filling your ears when he ruts his hips, once, twice more, sending a shiver down his own spine with his last drawn out groan as he drained his cock of cum into you.

With a near silent swear underneath his breath, he finally pulled his softening cock out of you, flashing you a smirk at the sight of his cum dribbling out of your used, raw cunt.

‘This was good, but I’ll make sure you suffer for eternity if you even think of tellin’ a soul, sweetheart, you got me?’ His hand fell to the base of your throat in time with the threat, a quick, emphasising squeeze at the end of his sentence.

‘Yes, Father.’ Your voice was hardly a decibel above a mouse’s squeak as you shuffled away from the tall blond, fixing your cum stained panties beneath your skirt as you stared down at the ground in shame, but you still felt his ruby eyes locked on you.

‘Good… Confess to me tomorrow, show me what else that mouth does other than cry ‘n’ beg and I’ll bless you, baby, He’ll be happy with you as long as I am, yeah?’

You nodded again, letting your, now dry, eyes meet his again, trusting His plan for you, afterall He wouldn’t do anything you couldn’t handle, and you trusted that with your whole being.

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[lendmyboyfriendahand]

FInwe in the third age part ii

Over the next few days, the injured elf woke only briefly, saying confused phrases, or moaning in pain. Elrond considered whether it would promote peace in the valley if the only one present in the room who spoke no Quenya, so they could spread no rumors. But that would further distress the patient, and Elrond did not want him - whoever he was - to be upset, or to be tempted to go out and find answers. So there was always someone in the room who spoke Quenya, a nurse or a child of the Exile or a member of Elrond's family, with instructions to alert Elrond immediately if the patient was able to converse. (And to tell no one what they overheard, "for the sake of the stranger's privacy.")

It was nearly a week before Elrond was able to test his suspicions with anyway other than Glorfindel's sketches. Elladan had rushed to his study with the news that the patient was awake and impatient to know what was going on.

"Good afternoon, I'm glad to see you're feeling recovered. I am Elrond Peredhel, lord and chief healer of Rivendell."

"Yes, your son mentioned. I'm sorry, you seem familiar somehow but I can't think of any hall called Rivendell in Aman."

"I am not surprised you haven't, it's a long way from Tirion and we have not met before. I know you just survived a very stressful situation, but I have to ask you some questions to make sure you're oriented before I can explain."

"Even before you can tell me if anyone else survived the attack? The one in here earlier said it's been days, is there no word of my grandsons?" The patient began to push himself out of the bed as he said this.

Elrond pushed down on his shoulder, the weight too much for the injured elf to lift. (It's not treason to give your king medical care, and it's not like I ever pledged him my service. Elrond reminded himself. It feels like blasphemy, but when has that stopped me?) "Do NOT try to stand or sit! Your belly was torn open, and any further movement could tear it again. And as for your question, I could answer it better if I knew who you were."

"I'm Finwe! King of the Noldor and lord of Tirion - though currently Nolofinwe is ruling it. How do you not know that? Even the few Noldor I haven't spoken with should have seen me at festivals."

Elrond ignored the question. "It's good that you recall that. You were the only member of your family injured in the attack. Now, can you talk me through what you remember happening?"

Finwe sighed in relief. "That's good. I remember there was darkness. But deeper than I'd seen anywhere in Valinor, even in caves. Deeper even than a cloudy night in the forest beside Cuivienen. It was terrifying, and strange, and impossible. I told Maitimo to find his brothers and run, but something was coming. I stayed to fight it off, or at least buy time."

"That was very brave."

"What else could I have done? The attacker - surely you must know, your son didn't seem surprised when I told him to warn everyone - it was Melkor. The Dark Hunter has returned to his evil ways. He kept asking where Feanor was, and the Silmarils. I would not help him, but I have not fought since I hunted my meals underneath the stars. Melkor is a Vala, with all their might, and he overpowered me. The last thing I recall is seeing him walk away into the house. And then waking up here, among strangers."

Elrond nodded. "Thank you. Now, what I'm about to say will likely seem very shocking, but I must recommend as a healer that you do not make abrupt movements. Your body is still weak, far more so than your soul is accustomed to."

"What news could be that shocking, after being attacked in my home?"

"You are not in Valinor anymore, but instead are in Middle Earth. You can see for yourself out the window, that the stars are far clearer than they would be under the Trees."

"How did I get here? It must have taken months - did Melkor have me captive?"

"I have no more idea how you got here than you do; my people found you dying and half drowned on the banks of the river. You have been unconscious for nearly a week, and in that time we have seen no trace of anything that brought you here, nor any tracks leading from the site."

"But - if it's been a week, how has news reached you from Valinor? Even if Feanaro followed his plan to return to these lands, it would take months to sail."

"That is the second piece of shocking news, and the hopefully the last one of such magnitude. It has been over seven hundred years since Morgoth attacked Formenos, by the count in Valinor under the Trees. You were believed to be dead."

"That's impossible."

"And yet, it happened."

"Am I supposed to just take you at your word on this?"

"I do not give my word lightly, but I shall if you request it and will refrain from straining yourself trying to investigate shadows that aren't there."

"Do so, if you are not a servant of Melkor."

"I swear by Varda and by Ulmo that I have not lied to you, and that I wish for you to recover from your injuries. There is much I have not told you yet, as the tale of three Ages is long indeed, but I will tell you in time."

Finwe still lay there glaring at Elrond, but he made no move to get out his bed. "And how much time will it take before you tell me of my family?"

"There is little I can say for certain about how they are, as we do not have frequent news from Valinor. Artanis dwells on these shores, and rules Lothlorien with her husband. I married their daughter Celebrian, and so my sons and I are your family as well, but no one else is in Middle Earth."

"I am surprised Feanor did not come here, even after so long as you say it has been."

"He did, to avenge your death as much as to find a land where he could be free, but Melkor killed him as well."

"How convenient that all the people I would recognize are far away."

"No, it's not, as if you worry less you will heal faster. I suppose there is one. Do you know Glorfindel of - of the Golden Flower?" of Gondolin would mean nothing to Finwe.

"I think Turgon has a friend named that, have they started coming up with fancy titles when out on the town?"

"You could say that. He is the captain of Rivendell's guard, but could be spared from his duties long enough to speak with you."

"Fine, send him in."

#finwe in the third age #silm #my fic #silmarillion #elrond #finwe #Elrond sent a messenger bird to Galadriel as soon as he confirmed that the sketch matched #''hey your dead grandpa just showed up looking like he lost a fight with morgoth - any tips?''

[pigeonwit]

matches (drabble)

“Jaaaack…” Davey whines, swatting at Jack’s knee like a cat. “Could you-?”

“Aw, Davey,” Jack rolls his eyes dramatically. “Ya gonna make me light a candle for you every time?”

Davey makes one of his soft little sighs and looks at him through his downy lashes, blue eyes wide and gentle.

“Please?”

Jack glares and snatches the candle from Davey’s hand.

“You aren’t subtle.” He mutters; Davey only smiles innocently, the little shit.

(Jack loves him.)

“Don’t get why ya can’t just do this yourself.” Jack says, purely for the sake of saying it, because bickering with Davey on a lazy afternoon has quickly become Jack’s idea of heaven.

“Because I hate phosphorus smell and like papyrus-and-sage smell.”

“Oh, papyrus-and-sage,” Jack pitches his voice down pompously. “Books, Davey. You like book smell.”

Davey wrinkles his nose at him in a play-glare from where he’s splayed out on the couch, looking like a dream come true in a too-big hoodie – Jack’s hoodie, the little thief – and a pair of Re-Animator shorts that have ‘Blasphemy? Before what God?’ written on the ass in neon green.

“It’s different and you know it.”

“Of course, your royal pretentiousness.”

“I don’t need to explain myself to you.” Davey huffs, pretend-haughty, tipping his nose into the air so high that it cranes his neck back.

“Tell ya what, next time you need a candle, I’ll throw some Italian seasoning on a newspaper and burn it for ya, see if you can tell the difference.”

“Oh, har har,” Davey scoffs. He has his cheek propped lazily on the back of his hand, regarding Jack with slow, syrupy fondness, like he could watch him forever. Jack only smiles and grabs the matchbox strewn out on their side-table, leaning down a little further to press a kiss into Davey’s hair with an obnoxious little mwah, just to make him smile.

(Jack loves him.)

“Seriously, though.” He says as he fumbles with the matches. “Am I just your match-guy now? What’re ya gonna do if you need a candle and I ain’t here?”

Davey shrugs.

“Use a lighter, probably.”

“Wh-!” He says it just as Jack’s striking the match over the strip, and he whips around so quickly that it flies right out of his hands.

“Careful!” Davey forces his voice up high – that means ‘pretend scared’, Jack notes with pride, because when Davey’s actually scared, he doesn’t make noise at all (their friends may call Davey the smartass, but Jack has come to realize that he is absolutely the overachieving little teacher’s pet in their relationship).

“You little-!” Jack laughs incredulously as Davey giggles. “Then what’s the point in me lighting ‘em?”

“’Cause.” Davey says, smiling impishly as Jack lights another match and watches the wood bend under the flame. “You like watching matches burn.”

Jack jolts and forces his gaze away from the little pink flame.

“Wh- I do not-!”

“And,” Davey says pointedly. “I like arguing with you about matches.”

Jack freezes as he points the match head down onto the candlewick. Watches as the flame spreads from one to the other, a gentle transfer of warmth, and the wax begins to soften and pearl at the edges.

He scoffs, the noise shaky in his throat, and places Davey’s candle on the coffee table, right in the middle where Davey likes it.

“You’re a li’l weirdo, y’know that?”

Davey tangles a hand in Jack’s collar and presses a lazy kiss to his lips.

“You love me.”

(Jack really, really does.)

#a quick domestic drabble for those who partake #love is stored in matches #newsies #livesies #uksies #west endsies #javid #javey #davey jacobs #david jacobs #jack kelly #pigeon scribbles

[lipringlrh]

babe ruth - lrh

summary: you and luke were verging on a relationship when everything went wrong. months later, is there still time to fix it? based off the song “babe ruth’ by COIN

an: i promised this a month ago but oh well. please send feedback + constructive criticism. requests are open. if you saw this before - no you didn’t .

pairing: luke hemming × genderneutral!reader

word count: ~2250

warnings: long ass love speech, cliche message timing, blasphemy (‘oh god’), fluff, bit of angst,

song lyrics in italics.

…

Now that you’ve captured my heart

I’m just some criminal

I’m your falling star

It’d been almost a year since you and Luke had last seen each other. If either one of you were told that two years ago, neither would’ve believed that was possible. Since childhood, you and Luke had been attached at the hip yet within only a few months, the years that built up had burnt out into ash.

However, Luke had never forgotten about you. how could he? Friendships are hard to get over, even harder when it was a known fact you were in love with each other.

You’d never fully admitted to each other that you were in love - you just felt it. For years friends had told you how the other felt. You never believed it; until you did.

You spent hours in each other’s embrace, holding hands, kissing. You acted entirely like a couple. You both found out you were in love with each other on the same night: a party at Calum’s house on a random Thursday.

You’d overheard Luke telling Calum how he was utterly besotted by you, and when he turned around and saw you, you told him you reciprocated his feelings. But nothing changed.

You both adored the way you acted and wanted no chance you’d ever not be together so you decided to stay friends. You didn’t date so you could stay close forever but that just led you further apart. Ironic, isn’t it?

Now that I’m busy

I broke it all down

I miss you coming over, yeah

Every now and then

You were seemingly perfect together - until Luke went on the first leg of his tour. Slowly, your relationship deteriorated. Rumours of his new mystery girlfriend spread, something Luke knew wasn’t true but he never denied. And soon, all contact stopped.

A year later, and Luke had just finished his last leg of his tour and missing your terribly. He’d had breaks between each leg and tried to contact you on every one, all having the same response: nothing. He’d tried everything: getting his friends to call you, going to your favourite places, and showing up to your house he then found out you moved out of.

It seemed every scrap of you was taken from him. He just wanted you the way it was before.

Swinging for the fences, swinging for the fences

You got me swinging for the fences, swinging for the fences, yeah

You knew Luke had finished his tour; you’d seen many videos and were so incredibly proud of him. You didn’t know whether he’d try to contact you this time, you thought he’d be over the friendship, or possible relationship, so didn’t bother to get your hopes up.

Luke, however, decided he was going to go all out to get you back. He found out you were still single and hadn’t had a relationship since, well him, after running into a friend of yours on the street. He wanted a grand gesture - something that proved he loved you endlessly, but couldn’t find anything worthy for you.

What he had learnt, from the friend he ran into, was your current address and what times you were likely to be at home. Since he couldn’t think of anything else, he went home and he baked. He baked the exact sugar cookies you’d both adored as kids and spent many nights up making them.

Luke was never a talented baker; baking with him often ended in burnt deserts and take out, yet this time he was trying to make sure everything was perfect. Of course, knowing him, they were slightly burned, but were overall one of the better batches he’s made.

It was getting late, it was dark out, and Luke didn’t want to keep you waiting - not like you knew anyway. On the drive there, he was shaky, missing turns, and driving too slow. He felt sick at the idea this could ruin everything, becoming the last time he’d ever see you.

Luke had loved you forever, he’d been so lonely without you - nothing filled the gap in him reserved for you. Letting you slip from right under him was the biggest mistake of his life; he was out of touch with himself, his heart, and soul, because he knew deep down they belonged to you. But, maybe, it wasn’t meant to be, but it sure felt like was. And so Luke was willing to risk everything.

He wobbled up the apartment complex stairs, cookie tin in hand, and absolutely no idea of what to say. The stairs didn’t take long; you weren’t on a very high floor, but still high enough Luke was slightly out of breath.

It was as if now, stood outside of your door, it finally hit Luke what he was about to do. He didn’t want to do it, but he needed to. So, after standing there for, the longest minutes of his life, he knocked.

I was young and I was ill-prepared

And I was gunning for the rest of my life

Baby, come on, love like you used to

Oh, that’s how I want you

Just running on out and sleeping on the couch

If walls could really talk, they’d still be talking now

It was getting quite late when you heard the knock. You’d assumed it was your roommate - she was meant to be at her partners, but lately she’d been coming home earlier than expected.

You opened the door, expecting to the see the girl, most likely exhausted, but instead saw the man you’d given your heart to so many years prior.

He was stood in front of you - actually there. There were so many things you wanted to say to him: you wanted to shout, call him out for breaking your heart, yet you still wanted to hug him - maybe kiss him - and hope you would never stop. But you stood there, looking at him, and you couldn’t say a word.

He spoke first, whispering your name as if it was some kind of oath. You couldn’t speak or move, you could only just stumble backwards as he made his way through the door.

You missed him, so much, but were too stubborn to admit it every time he tried to talk to you. He was never clear with you, and when things started to become, what felt, heavenly, he gave up on you, crumbling your heart.

He closed the door behind him as he fumbled to open the tin he was carrying. He rested it on his knee as he pulled it open, showing the overly-browned cookies he’d made for you.

“I- well, I tried making them for you. I hope you still like them, they’re a little burnt but that’s less chance of food poisoning, right?” You looked at him astounded. You had so many questions, starting with what was he thinking? Showing up out of the blue after a year with a box of cookies you use to bake together. How did he think it was a good idea? What did he want?

“Luke, I-“

“Could you maybe listen to me first?” He spoke gently, uttering every word as if it could break you.

You nodded, wanting an explanation most of all. If anything, that was owed.

He made his way into your kitchen, pulling you by the elbow and placed the tin on the nearby counter. He pulled a cookie out, offering it to you, to which you took it and began eating. He didn’t take one, making you realise the ploy to keep you quiet.

“Listen, I am so sorry for what happened last year, I swear it wasn’t true, and I apologise for never telling you it wasn’t. It was only ever you and it always will only ever be you for me. I can’t promise you much, but I can promise you that.

I regret how we left things- I regret how we were. Not the relationship part- oh God no, but the fact what we had was never solidified. I never told you that I wanted you for myself- because I do, so badly, and I have since we were teenagers.

And if you don’t want to be like that again, I get that, I do. I’m sorry how we left it and that I never contacted you. And sorry for ruining not only the relationship but the friendship we had.

God I miss it so much- I miss you so much. I’ve never had that with anyone else, and I never will. There’s a space left next to me for you- even if you never want it, I would never replace you.

All that I’m trying to say, really, is I’m sorry, I miss you, I love you- everything and if there is any possible chance we could go back to how it was?”

No one lets me down quite like I do

You want some love

But you need some space and time

“These cookies are really nice, thank you,”

Luke sighed, he knew you would want time to think, he was desperate but would wait until the ends of the earth for you. “Thank you, I tried to get everything as perfect for you as I could.”

You smiled up at him, taking in his new look. He hasn’t changed much since the last time you saw him, he still looked as pretty as ever, yet you could still stare at him for hours on end.

“I don’t want to go back to how we were, lu.” Luke felt his heart sank and his eyes begin to burn. “Luke, look, I miss you more than anything, and I want you back in my life more than anything, but I can’t have it again, going weeks without talking, wondering if you’re with other people. I’m so sorry about what happened- it was my fault as much as yours but I don’t know if i can put myself through it again. I want a serious relationship, lu. Just me and just you.

I want to be able to call you my boyfriend in public and not be worried you’ll hate it. I want you- I really do, but I want all of you, not just some when you feel like it.”

You didn’t lie but you weren’t fully honest either - you’d live everything over a thousand times to feel his love, whether you’d admit it or not.

Luke’s eyes were watering and yours were too. "Can I hug you, quickly, please?”

You nodded, wrapping your arms around his neck as his interlocked behind your waist. You found a comfort in his embrace, it was nostalgic yet normal all at once. You fit perfectly into each other, it was home.

“I’m sacred of losing you again, lu.” you told him like a secret, “I don’t want to do this if you don’t think it’d last. I don’t think I could handle it again.”

He moved his arm, grabbing your face, with such care, and he looked at you, solely full of admiration. “Sweetheart, I’m in this for the long run- the longest run. No finish line, just everlasting. Forever and ever and ever, yeah?”

You hummed, placing your head into the crook of his neck, then feeling him place a long kiss on your forehead. “I want to be your boyfriend, if you let me- well not yet, I have to take you on a bunch of pretty dates first. But I’ve always been only ever yours and I will always be yours- whether you like it or not, really.”

Oh baby, whatcha gonna do when the universe puts your hand in mine?

You were still pressed into him when your phone buzzed a few times. “Sorry, can i look really quick, it might be my roommate?” Luke hummed, passing you your phone from the counter top.

A few messages flooded in:

not coming home tonight, don’t wait up

i think we’re actually sorted out now

i’m actually buzzing

you need a relationship next

download bumble again or something

anyway, good night, love u &lt;;33

You smiled, quickly texting her back. You didn’t believe in signs, but you believed the universe was on your side for this one.

“Would you like to watch a movie? Maybe cuddle? I’d really like if you held me some more.” You stared up at him as his smile broke out, covering his face. You’re convinced you just fell in love with him all over again. You’re sure this is the beginning of the happy ending everyone always talks about. No one knows what happens next but Luke was your future, and for the first time, you weren’t worried about it.

You dragged him by his hand to the couch, picking up the TV remote along the way. Luke sat down first, letting you lie on him and secure his arms around you, not planning to let you go anytime soon.

“So tell me how your day was, angel.”

Now that I’m busy I broke it all down

I miss you coming over, yeah

Every now and then

You got me swinging for the fences, swinging for the fences

(You) Got me swinging for the fences, swinging for the fences, yeah

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#5sos #luke hemmings x reader #5 seconds of summer #5sos imagines #luke hemmings fluff #5sos x reader #luke hemmings imagines #luke hemmings #5sos imagine #luke hemmings imagine #5sos fluff #5sos fan fiction #my writing

[tsunderesalty]

Writing Update: The Hiatus

So...the last two months you may have noticed that my time between posting/updating fics has become sort of spread out, with gaps in between, and that the quality of said fics leaves much to be desired (Chaos Fam, let me have this one, I have legitimately noticed a decrease in quality), and I thought I'd share why and give an update.

To keep it short, my life has imploded. Lots of shit has happened, and I've struggled through a lot, but today should finally mark the end of all of that stress and anxiety. @mikaharuka, thank you so much for helping me through all of this earlier, I honestly would have kept wallowing in self-pity until who knows when.

As for the update, the gaps in between fics have been from me taking breaks to readjust to life and get into a good headspace, and writing as quickly as I could with what little time I had. What I'm finally doing is taking a momentary step away from writing while I figure out my headspace and continue from there.

Since I can't fully restrict myself from writing, I will post maybe two or three short oneshots over the next month or two or however long it takes for me to readjust.

And as for what I will be doing with my break, I'm finally gonna get caught up on my Watchlist, which includes:

Harry Potter (Blasphemy, I know, that I've never seen any Harry Potter movie)

Finishing the last two seasons of Star Wars: Rebels (Prepare for screaming, @lena-hills)

Finish watching Trigun: Stampede (It's so good, I love it)

Rewatch Big Hero 6 (It's a comfort movie)

Rewatch The Amazing Spider-Man (Another comfort movie)

Rewatch The Dark Knight (Again, comfort movie)

Rewatch Arcane: League of Legends (Mostly because it's a comfort show, but also for another reason)

Watch Cocaine Bear

Watch a playthrough of Legend of Zelda: Tears of the Kingdom

Watch a playthrough of some of the Persona games

As you can see, I'm gonna have my hands full, but I want to do my best to recover fully and in a way that I feel comfortable with, and what better way to do that than to bingewatch movies and shows?

That's it for me, so you guys when I see you!

TheSalty on AO3

#personal #writing update #my fanfic writing #my writing #writing

[tgrailwar]

Tumblr Holy Grail War: Wave 4 - Day 2 (Team Assassin, Team Caster, and Team Rider)

The announcement had given almost every Servant a clear goal. Caster. If there was one Servant to be left defenseless during such an onslaught, it would be him.

However, the territory belonging to the Servant had grown massive as they took the time to prepare it, with assistance from the Shades of Cleopatra and Semiramis. High church walls, spreading outward as a testament to the Caster's faith, growing higher as long as he himself didn't waver.

But not all Servants needed to burst in through the front door.

If they were all drawn to this place, then even the one Assassin was tasked to hunt down would be around here somewhere.

Slipping into the church under the cover of Berserker's rampage, Assassin readied his blade for the enemy Servant's head. He had to be around here somewhere. Instead of a Servant such as Saber or Caster, however, he found someone who would... settle as a target, at least.

Mandricardo: "You…! Assassin. Remember me?"

The Rider seemed to speak with an amount of confidence normally unlike him.

Okada Izou: "…I remember you. The bastard that was mocking me. You're not the one I'm looking for, but your head will do."

The two of them raised their weapons, ready to fight, before a third voice cut in.

???: "Heh. Servants in the flesh. If mooks like you could become Heroic Spirits, then maybe there is a Heroic Spirit of 'me' up there somewhere… not like it matters much to this 'me', though."

The air grew thick as another Servant approached. A man covered in gold and blood, his muscular frame marred with cuts and lacerations from constant torment. The light in his eyes long gone, left only with a sense of vengeful listlessness. Magical energy swirled around him, as a secondary form manifested. Large. Hulking. Almost divine, though for the Shade to say as such would be blasphemy. To some, this would resemble the Noble Phantasm of the Heroic Spirit this Shade resembled, but that wasn't it. Such a person would not be allowed a 'treasure' like that. This was something rawer. Not the activation of a Noble Phantasm, but the Shade taking advantage of a 'connection' to call upon another. Two men who shared a connection via their travels and connection to the underworld itself.

A 'Chain Summoning'.

The man smiled. A slick, yet charismatic one- the smarmy grin that had landed him within Hell itself.

'Seducer Captain': "Servant, Caster. True Name, Jason. Don't mind me, just keep on destroying yourselves. I'm just here to make sure you don't reach my summoner."

It seems as if all of the Servants had a similar target, so let's call this an event! [ 'Attack on Caster' ] !

If Team Caster gains 1st Place, then they'll gain a +1% bonus to their next round!

Fight, Team Caster, and defend your territory!

Based on skills, the current augmentations to the final results are:

Mandricardo: +4%

Okada Izou: -6%

Shade-Jason: -3%

ACTIVE SKILLS:

Okada Izou (Assassin)

Man-Slayer (A): When fighting a Servant that possesses a wound, gain a +3% boost. When fighting a Servant that possesses 2 wounds, gain +5% instead.

Mandricardo (Rider)

Brigliadoro's Neigh (A): Increases the Rider-class trait to +5% rather than +3% in free-for-all brawls.

Armor of the Nine Worthies (A): When attacked, reduces the amount of the Servant's final combat poll results by 10%.

RIDER-Class Trait: RIDER-classes are competent commanders with great maneuverability. If engaged with 2 Servants, Riders get a +3% to their combat poll results.

Shade Jason and ??? (Shadow of Saber/Shadow of Berserker)

Protection of the Faith (False) (-): When fighting offensively, reduce opponent scores by 1%. Additionally, when fighting a Servant with Divinity, reduce their score by -2%.

BERSERKER-Class Trait: BERSERKER-class Servants are loose cannons that can’t be recklessly fought head-on or easily managed. If engaged in a fight with another Servant, they get +5% to their final combat poll results, and if BERSERKERs are engaged in a fight with 2 Servants, they get +7% to their final combat poll results.

Mandricardo's 'Armor of the Nine Worthies' reduces the strength of his enemies attacks! Jason is considered 'wounded' on top of the 'wound' that Caster possesses! Izou gains the full bonus of his 'Man-Slayer' ability! All Servant scores reduced by 'Protection of the Faith'!

#team caster #team rider #team assassin #combat phase poll #thgw story

[alastairstom]

Another winter drabble request (not romantic, but might be fun): A Merry Thieves-centric one. Maybe they attempt to ambush "Santa Claus" (can be set pre-TLH) or attempt meaningful good deed in the spirit of Christmas but goes hilariously wrong (set at whatever timeline, canon or divergent)

1899

"Jamie, my sworn-brother-in-arms-to-be!" Matthew smiled brightly at James, who strolled along beside him in Covent Gardens. James thought that his future parabatai might be going insane - after all, he and the Lightwood cousins had all chose to don the hats of the sane in the chill winter air, and Matthew was bare-headed as he linked his arm through James. Though he must admit that Matthew did look quite well, the winter air tinging his cheeks rosy and his blond hair infuriatingly impeccable despite the occasional wind.

"As this is your first Christmas as one of our band, we feel the compulsion to include you in our favorite annual Christmas tradition!"

"We do?" Thomas put a paper cup of sipping-chocolate to his lips. "I have been saying for years that it's time to retire that tradition, I think."

"That goes against the spirit of Tradition." Matthew waved him off. "I do believe Jamie would agree that a classic Christmas tradition ought to be preserved in amber, made immortal, worshipped as though it were the Angel itself."

"Some might call that 'blasphemy,'" Christopher piped up, and Thomas snorted.

"Anyway, dare I ask what you do every year?" James heard the suspicion creeping into his own voice.

"We ambush Father Christmas," Matthew said conspiratorily.

James blinked, thinking he must have misheard. "We what?"

"Don't think," Matthew said with a wink. "Just act." And, with that, he took off running faster than James had ever seen him move in the direction of Kris Kringle.

Thomas and Christopher ran after him at an almost equally brisk pace, Christopher laughing loudly and Thomas looking utterly mortified. But they were too late; Matthew had already approached the man dressed as Father Christmas and was offering him the Smile. The poor man in the costume laughed and reached out to ruffle Matthew's hair, and by the time James and Tom and Kit had arrived, Matthew had somehow charmed him into listening to what he wished for this Christmas.

"I do think it would be ideal if you brought me a fedora," he said jovially. "In the same style as Oscar Wilde is popularizing. Mother says she will not buy me one, and I have not yet begun to collect my allowance..."

"He'll begin getting one in January, when he turns fifteen," Thomas stage-whispered. Matthew turned to him with a pointed finger, and James couldn't help but laugh at the expression.

"My friend there shall have a growth spurt for Christmas," Matthew said.

"I'm alright," Thomas deadpanned. "Thank you."

"And he-" Matthew pointed to Kit, "will develop the good sense to only set fire to things while I am present. Otherwise, there shall be no kind soul to put it out if it spreads to his shirtsleeves, and where would we be then?"

Kris Kringle looked disturbed.

"And Jamie," Matthew said. "I think you ought to bring him two nice waistcoats and at least three hairbrushes, Father Christmas. Truly I do. Look at his hair, sticking about at all angles."

"As Thomas said," James replied. "I do not require..."

"Oh yes, you do." Matthew's voice brooked no contradiction.

James rolled his eyes.

"Did you just roll your eyes at me?" Matthew put a dramatic hand to his chest. "How dare you? Whither I request perfectly reasonable Christmas gifts, thou request perfectly reasonable Christmas gifts-"

Thomas reached over and grabbed Matthew's paisley scarf, dropping his sipping-chocolate on the floor before taking off running. James laughed brightly as Christopher took off running after Thomas, no doubt to aid in his antics, and Matthew bolted off after the pair shouting about the sanctity of his wardrobe.

"Sorry," James said to Kris Kringle, who appeared frozen. "I do not know them."

As he took off running after his beloved friends, he realized what a flimsy lie this was, but he could not bring himself to care.

#drabble #winter drabbles #james herondale #matthew fairchild #thomas lightwood #christopher lightwood

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Under your spell - Part IV

Minors don’t interact

Summary : The great inquisition. In a small village during medieval old time, a  young crusader has been ordained priest. A rumor of a witch cursing the  place with plague has rapidly spread around. To find the witch and put  her at the stake, the holy knight has instilled fear and mistrust but he finds resistance in you. Starting to have dirty thoughts about you, he gets you jailed, so sure you’re the sinner he’s chasing after. But are you really the one you pretend not to be ?

WC :8,3k

Content  : Historical au, angst, names (whore, prostitute), mention of blood and death, death threat, blasphemy, corruption, smut, masturbation, breath play (m!receiving), manhandle, dirty talk, spanking (f!receiving), rough sex, brief mention of anal, breeding.

Pairing : Crusader!Taiju Shiba x Fem!Reader.

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Time has passed since he left. 

You had so much trouble healing, it took you years. But even if you will never have your skin back to normal, at least you don’t suffer anymore. You just hide your past under bandages.

Your caretaker was a life savior. She came the day after he left and found a broken girl trapped in a broken body. She was the old apothecary’s wife from another village near yours, a chubby woman with a bright smile. Taiju told her what she needed to know and nothing more, but when she saw you with your churned up body, she took pity on you and treated you like you were her own daughter, healing you patiently with kindness and no judgement. She never asked questions, never tried to speak about the priest, she just helped you recover and learn back how to walk. She even asked her cousin, the blacksmith, to make you a cane, so you can walk by yourself in the first times. And she did more than that. 

She taught you how to heal. What plant to cultivate to recover for every known ailment. 

You even occasionally came to help her and her husband at the shop. But the stares and whispers on you were heavy, so you decided to leave.

You said your farewells after almost 3 years with them, and they gave you what Taiju had left for you. 

It was more than you thought. More than you ever had. You could buy a house, even a horse. And you still had money to buy pretty gowns, even those with fur  you only saw on ladies, and still live at least for the next years without any worries. You didn’t even know he was wealthy. 

You didn’t know much about him anyway. He was never a talkative person. The only thing you knew for sure was that he had changed your life forever, with utmost good and utterly bad. 

You travelled south until you reached a city near the ocean. You bought a little farm outside the city, some chickens and ducks, a cow for fresh milk, a horse to ease your moves when you had to buy things in the city, and you built up a garden to cultivate your vegetables and medicinal plants. 

From time to time, people from the city and passing sailors were coming for your help. The rumor spread around, you knew how to heal from the lightest flu to the worst injury. You helped them without asking for anything. It’s not like you needed money. You had enough for yourself.

Late at night, you would limp to the beach and watch the ships coming and leaving overseas. 

Late at night, you would limp to the beach and watch the ships coming and leaving overseas. 

You never opened the book neither. You stopped crying. You stopped suffering. Likewise, you were a little older. A little wiser. 

Where was he, was he still alive, still a priest, still a soldier, you didn’t know. He did what he said, he never came back. 

And even if your heart was heavy from time to time, you would forget about him somehow. His face will start vanishing in your memory and in the end, it will remain like it was just a dream. 

Eventually. 

Today you are making a soup in your chimney when you hear a carriage stops in front of your door and right after someone is banging at it loudly. 

When you open, a very beautiful woman in a large black gown sewn with golden threads and a cross made out of pearls and gold is looking at you. 

« Milady ? » You never saw her face before, but you know she must be from the upper class. What is she doing here ? Those people ask their servants to fetch the doctor when needed. They never leave their lands and castles. 

« Are you Y/n the healer ? » 

« I am, your grace. » 

She looks so exhausted. « I need you ! Now ! Come with me and be sure you will get rewarded. » 

Her desperate look makes you move without a second thought. « Let me take my cape. » 

Once you are ready, she practically pulls you out of your house and in the carriage.

Inside, another man, younger, is waiting, looking even more worried. « Is she ? » 

« She is, my lord. » 

He doesn’t even try to force a smile and once you are seated, he shouts to his coachman to hurry. 

« Do you know the castle near the dark forest? » He asks. 

« I do, my lord. But it is almost two hours of horse riding from the city. » 

« It is. And I am the lord of this land. Now, pay attention, healer. My brother went back from the holy lands and is severely injured. Our physicians could not do anything. If you succeed at saving him by all the saints, I swear you will get rewarded with whatever you ask for. » 

The holy lands.

Your heart starts pounding hard in your chest. The holy lands ! An old anguish comes back to life inside your heart. 

Taiju left for the holy lands.

« What… what happened, my lord ? »

« From what his commander told us, his head got smashed by a catapult mortar. » 

The lady put her hand on his and held back her tears the best she can. « They say the fights have been dreadful there. We lost so much of our holy crusaders. » 

« What ? » You can’t think properly. Your mind refuses to. 

« You have to save him ! I beg you… save our brother ! » 

« I’m afraid I cannot do anything. I can heal a wound, but this is… » 

« You have to try ! As the oldest, he is the rightful heir of our house. He must not die ! » 

Your hand tighten on your cape when you think of Taiju wounded on the battlefield and when his golden pleading eyes meet yours, you nod. 

« Once we arrive to the castle, pray to ask for mandragora sprout and belladonna leafs, I will also need hot water, citrus and linseed. » 

The lord and his sister share a look of hope and nod in a same movement. « Anything you need will be yours. » 

When you arrive to the castle, a servant opens the carriage door. 

« Carry her to my brother’s room! Hurry ! » The lord says before helping his sister out. 

Thankfully, you don’t have to walk all the stairs of the castle. It would have taken you hours with your leg. 

The lady runs to the kitchens, while her brother sticks with you. When you are placed in the bedroom, you see a man with no face on the bed. Half of his jaw is missing and his full head his bandaged. 

You lean on his chest and try to hear his heartbeats. 

But there’s none. « I cannot hear his heart. Take off his clothes, please. » You ask a servant. 

The lady enters the room with her maid and everything you asked for.

« We are here, brother. » The lord says, holding the crusader’s cold hand on the bed. 

You wet your hands and place it on his heart, but you cannot feel anything. It’s too late. 

« I’m afraid, the crusader is already gone, your graces. » 

The lady falls to the ground and cry out in pain, and you don’t know why, but this sounds so familiar. 

You let them cry their dead and take your leave without asking for anything. There’s nothing you could have done for this man. 

You ask for your cape before walking home. When the servant comes back with the cloak, he put it on your shoulders gently. 

« This is strange. » The man says looking at you. 

« I beg your pardon ? » 

He shrugs and look at your cape. « Is it not too oversized for you ? » 

Your eyes slowly look at the cape that has been his, once.

« And it is a knight coat if I remember correctly ? Is your husband a crusader too ? » 

He smiles at you, you can see he is interested. You hide your right side without noticing and turn around. « No. I know no crusaders...and I paid the highest price for this one. Farewell. » 

« Is that so ? It looks just like his...amusing. You also have the same coat of arms, oh and the emblem of the regiment is also the same as our now gone master. »

You lift your head and turn around. « What did you just say ? »

« Your emblem is the same as our master’s regiment. »

« Coat of arms. You said it was the same as your master ? » 

You grab him by the arms and feel your heart beats fast.

« Not of this house. It is- it is…the commander’s coat of arms. The one who came back with the gone lord. He had the same bearings on his cape. » 

« Was his name Taiju Shiba ? Was he a priest ? I mean, a crusader ? I mean, a man of God ? » 

Your body starts shaking uncontrollably while your nails dig in the poor man’s arms. 

He looks at you stunned. « I do not know, miss. He barely stayed. He just went to give the lord and the lady their brother back. » 

« Tall, really tall, build up, long hair with golden eyes and a very angered look. Was it him ? » 

« Yes ! Would you let go of me, miss ? It hurts. » 

« Where is he now ? Still in the castle ? WHERE ? » You shake him, not knowing what you are doing. You just need to know. If Taiju is back, you need to know. 

« Please miss ! » He pushes you off him and starts to fix his clothes. He sights and says « He is not. His ship left two days ago for the holy lands. I do know that, milady ordered me to provide supplies for their trip. He just stayed a night with some other soldiers, and they left early in the morning. This is all I know. »

« He… he left ? Did he say where in the holy lands ? Did he say anything ? » Your eyes start watering from the overwhelming news and the servant look at you uncomfortably. 

« Beg your pardon, as a lord commander he was the guest of our master. I am not allowed to talk to them directly. But I guess he went back to the battlefield with his troops. »

You turn around and make a hurry out of the castle.  « I thought you knew no Crusaders ?! » 

But you don’t hear him. Your mind is far gone. He is alive. Taiju is alive ! 

You walk for a long time until home. And the only thing you have in mind is to find him. You thought you were resigned to forget about him. But something started to resonate in your body when you heard about him. Something you didn’t felt for a long time. 

Hope. 

And now the urge to see his face again, to hear his voice, to feel his skin is unbearable. And you can't think about anything else. No why, where, when. Just him. His image is becoming clearer again, flash of him is bugging your mind and turns to obsession. His rough stare, his warm voice, his dry lips opening to let out a sight before the worst comes out of his mouth. And his palm, his fingers, his whole body merging with yours, flesh...to...flesh. 

Once you get to your farm, it’s already late at night. 

But you don’t mind. You grab a bag and put some clothes and some of the gold you kept hidden under your wooden floor. You are so tired. Walking has become difficult on a long distance because of your limping. But you need to move. You have too.

You take your horse and ride as fast as you can. When you reach the dock, you ask every sailor who crosses your path until you find a boat departing for the holy lands. 

« Sorry, miss, we don’t sail with women on board. » The captain says. 

« I will pay you ! I have money. »

He laughs at you. « And what a woman like you is going to do over there anyway ? You do know it is a very dangerous place ? The nuns might come to heal the soldiers, they’re assured to be treated fairly and protected by the crusaders. But a young woman like you… and alone… » His hand touches your hip, and you push him away. 

« Do not touch me ! » You take the purse with all the gold you carry from your belt and throw it at his chest. « A hundred, for you. And you will bring me to the holy lands. Take it or leave it, but if you dare to touch me once again, I will show you what a young woman can do. » 

He looks at the gold for a moment and sight. « We weigh anchor tomorrow before the dawn. Be there or we are leaving without you. » 

It took you five more days to finally reach the land. 

When you arrive, you’re stunned to see a city really different from what you know. A lot of people with different cultures, habits, languages live here peacefully it seems, and you wouldn’t think somewhere not far away, armies of infidels are fighting the holy crusade. 

You ask here and there, where the Crusaders camp is located, and you start walking.

Nothing could stop you. You will cross a continent if you have to. 

You walk straight during a day, not feeling the exhaustion arrassing you, until you finally reach the camp. And it’s not what you expected. There’s so much tents, men and war engines everywhere. 

You can hear suffering growls and cries coming from different places. Blood mixed with steel is in the air, and you have to cover your nose, lifting your dress a bit because of the dirt and mud. 

You walk past a few soldiers looking at you in confusion. 

« Good day, soldiers, I am looking for the commander’s tent. » 

They look at each others, not understanding. « Which one ? Some are dead, some are still on the battlefield, some are preparing for the next battle. Who are you looking for ?»

« Huh I-» 

« What a female is doing on the camp ? » 

You turn around at the rough voice behind you, and he grabs you by your arm. The soldiers instantly get up to attention. 

« Sorry, captain, this woman is looking for a commander. » 

« Did you not hear the orders ? No prostitute allowed on the camp! This is a holy war, and you are fighting in the name of our saint mother the Church. Come with me woman, I will deal with you later, soldiers ! » 

He grabs your bandaged forearm and drags you with him. You gasp at the touch and try to free yourself.

« Why are you here ? Lurking for some officer's pay ? We do not want a prostitute to corrupt our army. Are you  not ashamed of you ? » 

You try to stop him, but the captain is so angry, he tightens his grasp on you. 

« Let me go ! I am not a prostitute ! I am here to see the commander Taiju Shiba ! » 

The man stops immediately and  looks at you stunned. « Pardon me ? Did you say the Commander-»

« Taiju Shiba yes ! I am here to see him. »

He stares at you from head to toe with a skeptical look.

« I am his aide and he never told me he was waiting for someone. Who are you to him ? »

You lower your eyes. Oh. Who are you to him? 

You don’t even know… you never knew.

« I am a… » Friend ? Lover ? One-night stand ? Acquaintance ? « ...relative. » You say after a moment of hesitation. 

The captain let go of you and frown. « A relative, huh ? ». He doesn’t believe you, you can tell. « Follow me. » 

You try your best to keep up as he walks fast in the huge camp, but you’re slower now your leg is burned. 

As you walk to a central and bigger tent, your heart starts to pound rapidly. It has been years since you last saw him. Is he still the same ? Will he recognize you ? How will he react ? 

Your heart his making so much noise when he tells you to wait, you think you’re going to do a cardiac arrest. 

He comes back just a moment later with another man, much older than him, wearing red clothes behind his armor. 

This is indeed a cardinal. You bow in front of the prince of the church. « Your grace. »

He put his hand with a huge ring on top of your head. « May God bless you, my child. Pray to tell me who you are and what you are doing here ? »

You take a deep breath. You didn’t go to church since you’ve been excommunicated. But you can’t bring yourself to tell him you’re not one of his lambs anymore because of the man you are here to see.

« I humbly came to see the Commander of the Holy Crusade, Taiju Shiba, your grace. » 

« And you are ? »

Can you really lie to a prince of the church ? 

« I-I… my name is Y/n your Grace. I am a… relative. » 

The cardinal and the captain glance at each other with furrowed browns.

The old man uncomfortably clear his throat and crosses his fingers on the precious cross he bears around his neck « This, is uncommon, my child. Battlefield is not a place for a woman, even when it is one of our holy knight’s… dearest…sister ? I presume ? »

You lower your gaze again, but don’t deny. 

« I know, I do know your grace, and God forgives me for indulging myself here. But I made a long way to see the commander, it is important.» 

The Cardinal looks at Taiju's aide. « Where is the knight, captain ?”

“He his leading the troops on the battlefield, your Holiness.”

“Fetch your lord commander and bring him to the war council. » 

« At your service. » Says the aide before turning heels. 

« Come with me, my child. » 

You follow the old man in the tent and freeze. Five men are seated around what seems to be a map of the land, where they are moving flags and miniatures. They are all dressed with their armors. Some even still have blood and dirt on them.

You stay at the entrance, bowing. « My lords. » 

« Come, my child. Do not fear. These are your brother’s comrades, the lord commanders of our great army. » He sits in his chair, at the end of the table, and you realize he must be the holy army’s leader. « We are still waiting for our three last commanders to come back from the battlefield if the Lord does not call them back to his side. Take a seat. This one is your brother’s. » He says, pointing at an empty spot between two men where Taiju is gathering before the battle. 

You sit, and the Cardinal do a sign to a servant for him to give you water. « Are you coming from the old land ? You must be tired after this long travel. »

« Worry not about me, your grace, I do not deserve such attention. »

« What happened to your arm, milady ? » Asks a commander looking at your bandaged right arm. 

You hide it under the table and try to avoid their gaze. If they knew, most of them would pull out their sword on you. 

« Now, now, pray not to afraid our guest lord commander. »

The crusader immediately asks for the Cardinal’s forgiveness. Not yours. 

After a moment, a man enters the tent, gives his long bloodied sword to a servant running to his way, and go directly to wash his face in a bassinet without looking at the others. His heavy armor is covered in blood, but you recognize his cape before him. 

« I pray your Holiness to forgive me for my late appearance. My aide told me you required my presence, but the maneuver was still on going in the bat- »

He stops to talk when he turns around, and you straighten up in his sit. 

His piercing gaze on you makes your heart flutter, and you can’t bring yourself to look at him anymore. 

He opens his mouth and close it again. He looks at you and the cardinal back and forth. His jaw clench, and you can see he’s trying so hard to keep is composure.

« Who did you say you were, my dear ? I think the sister ? Yes, your sister is here. It is indeed unexpected, and I would not allow a woman in the camp otherwise, but she told us she had an important matter to discuss with you. » 

« I do not know this woman. » His tone his firm, he avoids your eyes to focus only on the Cardinal. 

« Is that so ? » The man in red says calmly. « All of you, out. » The war council is immediately dismissed, and you stay alone with the cardinal and the crusader. 

« Your Holiness I- »

« Silence ! » The old man’s sympathetic behavior change to a much colder one. « I warn you commander, one more lie and I have her arrested and pray to believe, she will never see the daylight again ! Now, we both know she has nothing to do with lady Yuzuha, so I presume she is the one you confessed about years ago ? » 

He lowers his gaze in what seems to be shame. « Answer me holy knight ! »

« She is, your Holiness. »

« How dare you bring your excommunicated whore in my camp, on the very sacred land of our holy army and lying to my face on top of it ? I should have you both hang up right away in front of everyone for your blasphemy ! »

« I deserve no mercy. This is my fault. This woman has nothing to do with this, I am the only sinner here and my life is yours to take as your Holiness will command. » 

« Bend the knee when you confess, crusader ! » 

Taiju immediately put a knee down, his arm rest on the other, but you can see his fist is tightly shut as he tries to control himself, looking at the ground. 

« Forgive me your Holiness for I have sinned. » 

« And what did you do ? »

« Nothing. » Your voice is heard for the first time since he came in and the cardinal looks at you, but Taiju keeps his head down despite the anger painted on his face. « He did nothing wrong. I chose to come here. I wanted to see him. The knight did not even know I was coming. This was my will, my decision, not his. » 

« Is it the truth, lord commander ? » 

You know he’s having a hard time by the way his teeth grit. He could have you in trouble if he tells the truth, but he would sin to his confessor and a prince of the holy Church if he doesn’t. 

« No, it is not. I summoned her in my dreams. The angels must have mistaken my thoughts for wishes and put them in her mind. I am the one to blame, and I am ready to receive my punishment for my impure dreams, your Holiness. »

Your heart tightens up when you hear his confession. He still thinks of you. But when you understand what he is ready to do to protect you, you can’t stay quiet. 

« NO ! » You stand up from the chair, but the cardinal looks at you with a cold stare you have already seen before. 

« Sit down woman, and do not interfere in this confession anymore, or it will cost you, you have my word. » 

« But -» your breath is taken away when you see the exact same vein of anger on the cardinal ‘s forehead, and the resemblance is now striking. 

His focus is back on the crusader, and he frowns. « What else did you do ? » 

Even if Taiju doesn’t look at you, you can feel him becoming embarrassed in front of you. 

« I touched myself, thinking of her body. » 

« Dear Lord… » The Cardinal’s face shows only restrained anger. You can tell he is really upset when you are all giddy by his confession. « When ? » 

The crusader takes a moment to answer. It seems so hard for him to take the words out of his dry mouth. « Several times. » 

« BALONEY ! » The cardinal explode and hit the table with his fist so hard it makes you jump on your seat. « You are one of the great lord commanders of our holy army, a priest I personally ordained and a servant of God. You are forbidden from any pleasure except worshiping the Lord’s name, do you hear me ?! » 

He stands up and comes to take the crusader’s jaw in his hand, harshly. « You told me what you did when this war started and to prevent you to go to hell if you were to find death on the battlefield, I absolved you. And yet you dare to sin in your thoughts and actions when you should thank me and the Almighty ? If you were not my nephew, I would have you whipped until there is no flesh left on your back for your felony ! » 

He goes back to his seat furious and turn around « I SHOULD SUBJECT YOU TO A TRIAL BY ORDEAL ! » 

Taiju slowly lift his head and looks at you and only you. « My life is yours to take. » 

You watch him with your heart missing a beat, and this is the first time you can clearly see his face in years. It has changed too. More than yours. He got a scar made by a blade which depart from the left corner of his mouth and ends up on his neck. It must have been painful, you think. He also has another scar on his face, a deep cut right above his right brow, and another one show on the side of his neck and disappear behind his armor, on his chest.

His hair is a bit shorter, he must have cut it sometimes ago, and it started to grow back.

But he looks handsome to you. He is still the same tall, severe, built up man you once held tight against your body.

You just want to touch him, to take him away from all of this, to tell him it’s going to be okay now. You will take care of him and him of you. But this is not him, and you know by the way he looks at you this will never be. 

« Leave us alone. I need to speak to the lord commander in private. » 

You can’t do anything but obey, and you look at the crusader one last time before going out of the tent.

The cardinal frowns and shake his head. « You do know I expect to be the next pope when our dear holy father will be called back to our Lord side and I plan on giving you the cardinal’s bar as my heir ? »

« I do, your Holiness. » 

« If the Church comes to learn my own nephew is a sinner, everything that our family had worked so hard for will be pointless ! I want you to be the man we decided you would be the day my sister birthed you. Your siblings are now fairly married and doing their duties. You must do your share for the sake of our lineage. »

Taiju lower his gaze and do not answer. The cardinal looks at his nephew, speaking his next words in a calm yet cold tone.

« This is not going to happen if you do not put an end to whatever is going on with this woman. Even after all these years, she clearly has you still wrapped around her finger, but do not be tempted to put a ring on it. You know you cannot do such thing. You have to get rid of her, or I will be taking care of this situation myself. » 

« You cannot- »

« Oh I will, if I have to. Indeed, no harm will be done if you do what you have to. But if you persist, I will finish what you started. »

Taiju closes his eyes, remembering your cries when the fire burned you. It was the most horrific sound he ever heard in his life. 

« I need time. Pray to give me a week to safeguard a way out of the holy lands for her, your Holiness. » 

« You have three days. » 

The crusader stands up and bow. He knows this is the cardinal’s final word. 

Before he leaves the tent, the man in red adds « Taiju. I would have let you marry… if you were not part of greater plans, I would have, believe me. But not to her. She is no lady, and I would have not allowed you to corrupt our bloodline with a lower cast. You are in no way made for each other. Now, do what you shall and come back where you belong.»

« Your Holiness. » He bows his head respectfully before leaving the tent. 

He lifts you from the ground the moment he sees you, not saying anything, and carry you bridal style to the camp. 

You don’t try to fight back and let him do what he wants, but you are not touching him. It’s more like he’s carrying an injured damsel. 

The soldiers on the camp make way and stand up straight when he walks past them.

When he arrives at an alley with bigger tents than the others on the camp, you understand this is probably the officer’s quarters. 

He bends over to go through the entrance of his tent and put you down. You look around to find a table with a chair where he works on, a bed on the floor with furs and various cushions and in the center of the tent, a large carpet made from a black bear’s fur. 

When you look at him, you’re prepared for his rage, you already know he is mad at you and probably is about to tell you that you should have never come here. 

« I know what you are going to say. » 

« No, you do not. » He replies immediately with a harsh voice. 

You lower your head, feeling like a kid being scolded. His tone is so cold. You knew he wouldn’t be exactly thrilled to see you here after what he told you when he left, but deep down, you were hoping he would at least be fine with it.

« Damn it, you have no idea ! » He says, gritting his teeth while running a nervous hand in his hair.

This is the first time you hear him swear, and you don’t know what to do. Should you leave ? Should you stay and try to talk about what you heard ? Maybe you should have just remained silent and away from what really matters to him. Now you are not so sure, it was a good idea to come anymore.

You feel your eyes watering, and you don’t want to show him how it affects you. You’ve never been one to cry in front of the others. You start to limp to the exit before you can’t keep it anymore, but he grabs your wrist and makes you turn around. 

He puts his hands on your cheeks and crashes his lips on yours, deepening the kiss immediately. You moan in his mouth when you find back the sensation of his scent, and you close the gap between you two, putting your arms around his waist. He is so eager, you can barely breathe, but it feels so right, you find back that feeling only him was able to make you feel, and it was worth every pain, every effort you have put up since you started to move.

His armor his dirty and cold, it stinks with terror and death of gone enemies, it spreads on your dress, but you are so happy to feel him again. So happy he still wants you after all these years.

He breaks the kiss just a moment later, not letting you the time to really enjoy it, and takes a step away.

Back is the cold and distant knight you met the first time. You know he couldn’t control himself at the moment, but his head his still full of remorse and fear of God. 

« Taiju… » You call for him gently, but he avoids your eyes like he can't stand to hear his name in your mouth. 

« Wait here. » He leaves the tent, not letting you the time to say anything else, practically running out of the place, and you. 

He leaves for an hour, you sat on the chair, tired. You’ve barely slept this past days and your right leg hurt like hell, now you're finally still. 

When he comes back, he has changed. He doesn’t wear his regular chain mail armor but a more light and discreet black leathered one and a long black coat on his left shoulder. 

« We need to leave. » 

You look at him in confusion when you see him packing his sword and some of his belongings. 

« Where are we going ? » 

« To the city. You cannot stay here. » 

He barely looks at you. You know he’s probably uncomfortable because you are the cause of his sins, but you don’t want to back up.

You follow him outside just to find his aide waiting next to his black stallion.

He rides his horse and held you his hand for you to take. You are a bit confused, as always he barely spoke, and you don’t even know what are his plans. But you trust him.

You trust him with your life. So you take his hand and let him drag you up to sit sidesaddle just before him.

Far away you can spot the cardinal looking at you too and Taiju bows his head before leaving the camp in a hurry. 

The horse runs fast while you put your head on his chest, and you close your eyes to the regular sound of his heartbeats. 

You are so tired, so overwhelmed. You can’t bring yourself to speak or to do anything, you just let the rhythm of the horse’s hooves rock you, and you close your eyes just for a bit.

You feel him held you closer, and you know you can delay the talk you two need to have just a bit more.

When you open your eyes, you can see the lights of the city in front of you. The horse reaches it some minutes later, and Taiju makes him walk until you stops in front of an ancient roman house with high walls and heavy doors. 

“Where are we ?”

He makes you slide carefully off the stallion before he does. “It’s one of the crusaders' residence.”

He bangs at the doors and a nun comes to open, bowing once she sees the holy knight. 

“Lord Commander ?” 

“Prepare two bedrooms for my guest and I, sister. We are staying the night.”

He gives her a parchment with his family’s coat of arms, and she looks at you in confusion. But Taiju doesn’t let her think too much as he puts his palm on the door and push it open.

When you come in you can’t do anything but lift your head looking at the magnificent architecture well-preserved. You are in a square yard. Some servants are walking on the opened corridor in second floor and another nun is already coming your way. 

“Pray to take care of our guest, sisters. Take her to her room, give her new clothes and food, bath her, put her to bed and lend me a servant. I need to send a missive before tomorrow. »

He obviously doesn’t want to stay with you, and you look at him disappointed, not daring to speak in front of the nuns. They bow at him respectfully, and you are taken to the kitchens, looking at the soldier of God above your shoulder. He doesn't stay focused on you and make his way to the opposite with a man carrying the cape and sword Taiju gives him.

The nuns let you eat a warm bowl of boiled meat, bread and vegetables, welcomed by your empty stomach. When you are full, they take you to your bedroom, decorated with a mythological fresco and a wooden bed with white sheers. A bath is already filled with hot water in the middle of the room by a servant, and they help you out of your clothes and bandages before washing you as the commander ordered. 

They don’t talk. Not a single word is spoken, but you can see them exchange several glances when they put the sponge on your burned body parts. 

Once it’s done, the help comes with a long white and almost transparent nightgown, and put you to bed. 

One of the nun put new bandages for you to put on tomorrow morning then blows out the candle, and they leave you on a comfortable yet cold bed alone in the dark. 

This is not what you wanted. You miss his warmth. You miss his voice and stern look. Furthermore, you know he will not dare to come here. It’s not a church, but it stays a sacred house blessed by God. Nuns are obviously running and taking care of this place for the crusaders. 

But...

You try as much as you can to fight the urge to see him, and you turn in the bed without finding sleep nor peace. 

You decide to stand up, and light the candle before sneaking out of your bedroom. You know this is not a smart idea, you know you’ll piss him off even more, but you are determined to finally have this talk you need to have with him. 

Everything his dark outside. It’s already late, and they are all sleeping by now. But not you. You walk randomly from a door to another with the hope to find the room you are looking for, but when you finally do, he's not inside. You can see his belongings, his armor and his sword, but he’s nowhere to be found. 

You decide to go downstairs, and you spot a light under a door that you past open quietly. 

Inside it’s a huge room with column and light steam coming from a roman bath in the center. Your cheeks burn out when you realize you have no right to be there. 

He’s here, his body partially emerged in the hot water, sat in a stone bench with his arms spread open to make him comfortable. His eyes are closed, and you think he could be sleeping. 

But he’s not. When you put a foot on the first step, the water starts to move calmly, and he open his eyes to meet yours. 

He doesn’t say anything, just looking at you, but it’s enough for you to understand he’s not pleased to see you here. 

You put the candle on the ground and enter the bath, the waters comes to your belly and wet your nightgown, making you almost naked before him.

He closes his eyes, refusing to look at your body and let his head go back on his muscular shoulders. He knows, no matter what he'd say, you are not going to listen. You never did, why would it be otherwise this time ?

But your thought are far away from his. He’s so beautiful to you, with all the scars on his body and face, his hard shaped muscles and his calm yet tense posture. 

When you are in front of him, you take the hem of your nightgown and lift it enough for you to sit on him.

You can already feel his manhood touching your sweet lips, and his fists curl at the feeling.

You put your hand on his cheek, and he opens his eyes to look at you. But still, he doesn't speak. It didn’t have changed much since the last time you met. 

You missed him. So much. If he has the control not to touch you, it’s not the same for you. You need to feel him. You need to touch him, to kiss him. 

You try to but his head turns to the side, not allowing you, and you end up kissing his neck. Your hips start to grind on him, you can feel your pussy quivering above him, feeling his dick getting hard without his consent, and you let your hips roll back and forth and slide his length carefully between your lips.

He let out a long breath, closing his eyes again, and you chuckle in his neck.

God, you missed him so much. Now you crave his touch. You want him to look at your body, to put his fingers deep inside your already slick hole, aching to be filled with his thick cock. You take off your clothe, put your hand in the water, coming to caress his hard shaft, throbbing obscenely the moment you touch him.

He growl lightly, his brows furrowing when you put your thumb on the slit of his cock head and your four other fingers press hard around his girth. 

How greedy you are now. You never had another man, no one touched you but him, and he knows it. You hope so. “Only you.” You whisper in his ear, and you see one of his hand moving to your body before he decides against it and put it back where it was. 

Your cunt is still rubbing against his dick with the help of your hand wrapped around him, leading him between your legs to your hole and tampering your folds with the tip.

It must be torture to him, but since he decided to play hard to get you’re not going to spare him. 

You heard his confession. You know he masturbated thinking of you. 

“When was the last time you did it ?”

He tries his best to regulate his breath, but the pressure you put on him is almost unbearable. You may not be a witch, but your spell on him is real, and he knows that. 

“A week ago.” He whispers in a grown when he feels you rubbing his cock head against your clit.

You smile and put his tip at your entrance. “I thought crusaders were forbidden to lie ?”

His head lay back on the concrete while his hips are rising to bury himself inside you more. But you don’t allow him.

“Two days ago.” He finally admits in a deep breath. 

You close the gap between your bodies and let your breast flush against his torso. The moment you do, you feel him pulse in your hand, and you smile. 

With your other hand, you come to find his throat and squeeze it lightly. 

“What were you thinking when you touched yourself, Lord commander ?”

He frowns, not answering, and you squeeze harder, still sliding his fat cock head up and down your folds. 

You bend to his ear and whisper, “Do you want to feel how wet I am because of you ? How you could ruin my tight little cunt with that hard throbbing cock of yours ?” 

He tries his best not to answer, but his head nods slightly and yours start to spin around. “Then answer me. What were you thinking when you touched yourself ?”

You apply more pressure between your legs closing them to deny access, and you choke him with all your strength, sending electric waves in both your bodies. 

His eyes shot open when he starts to miss air and his hands grabs your hips roughly. He's not playing anymore. 

“Do you want me to show you ?”

He unwraps your legs from his heavy waist and don’t let you the time to process. You find yourself pushed against the bench he was sitting on, and he’s behind you. 

Your mouth opens when he grabs both your wrists in his palm and slap your ass with the other. 

Your face hit up when you feel him push inside you in one thrust, splitting you open on his dick. He doesn’t let you time to adjust and starts to pound hard inside you. 

The wet sound of your body is echoing inside the bathroom, with the statues of ancient deities looking at you. 

You moan loudly when he tightens his grasp on your wrists in your back, and he fucks you hard, withdrawing his dick from your cunt before slamming back inside roughly. “This is what you wanted, huh ?” 

You shake your head, moaning at every thrust, and he slaps your ass cheek harder. “Now, who is lying ?” 

You tighten in purpose around him, and he growls loudly, going even harder inside your drenched cunt. Even in your intercourse, you two are fighting.

“You little whore... are you trying to make me come fast ?” You get another slap on your ass, and he has to slow down not to come when you squeeze him hard between your warm walls. 

He lower his gaze to see a white ring of your arousal around his cock, and he breathes hard, yanking your hair from behind and tightens his grasp on your wrists so much, you are sure there will be bruises in the morning here and the print of his hand on your ass. 

He leans on you and whispers, “You can moan all you want, the walls are thick, woman.”

So you let it go. You know he likes to hear you moan for him, and if you have to sin here, you’re going to do it right. 

“Taiju... harder... oh yes...more ! ” This is what years of pent-up frustration has done to both of you, and you can’t do anything but to want him to shape your insides with his cock. Your perverted moans make him wants to fill you to the brim, and he can’t stop his hips to slam against your ass. 

A shiver run down his spine when he feels your walls fluttering around his cock. He let go of your wrists and hair and grabs your hips, merging his fingers with it while he bully your sweet spot and cervix again and again, making you mistake pain and pleasure until there is none to define at each thrust. 

You let your cheek rest on the stone and put your hand between your legs, but he forbids you immediately. “You wanted me to fuck you like a whore ? Then you are going to come like one.” 

He slides one of his fingers inside your ass, while stretching you to the point you think you’re going to break and rub his other thumb on your clit at the same time, thrusting in and out of you at a fast pace. 

It’s the same feeling you find back inside you. It has been years since you had sex with him, but it didn’t change. Eveytime he touches you, you think you’re going to die in a pure bliss. 

He makes you come hard on his dick before you feel his pace resuming as he pours his hot seed directly deep in your womb without any warnings.

He let his body falls on yours, his forehead on your back, and you have so much trouble to take your breath back to normal. 

He stays inside you a bit and when he pulls out, his cum slowly oozes out and along your thigh. “I beg your pardon Y/n... I lost my mind at the sight of your charms.” He says after a moment. 

He sits down in the water and make you sit on him to bathe you in a smooth aftercare.

“No, I enjoyed it too… God, I missed you.” You say, embarrassed, nudging your face in the crook of his neck. 

He chuckles and hold you tight in his arms while he kisses your forehead. 

“I thought of you on the battlefield.” He lower his gaze, his voice becoming barely a whisper. « It kept me alive. »

Your smile lights your face up when you hear him, and you carefully raise your head to kiss him gently as you draw your untold three secret words against his sacred lips. 

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