#tribe twelve smut

[milkycarnations]

Kinktober 2022

|Week Two| Firebrand x afab!Reader | exhibitionism, breath play, daddy kink | 855 words

kinktober masterlist | outdoors sex, cumming together, rough sex, dangerous (unrealistic) choking, out of character(?), firebrand talks in third person, pet names, minor dumbification, fucking on the boardwalk/observation tower, firebrand is a mean dom, cunnilingus, begging

Written for @just-a-creep-babe's #creepkinks. Firebrand? On my blog? Not as rare as you think... not my best work next prompt will be sooooo much better.

"If you keep making noises like that someone's bound to hear you,"

You choked out a strangled sound from beneath him as he continued to bury his face into your pussy. How long had you been like this - propped up on the stairs of the observation tower, legs draped over his shoulders, and hands gripping onto anything for support? It felt like an agonizing four hours, but in reality, it had been more like four minutes.

It was blatant that the idea was Firebrand's. You could hardly relax and felt every wind chill and tree rustle around you. He - on the other hand - couldn't stop himself from grinding the air as he wrapped his arms around your hips and traced his tongue around your clit. He was godly at it. Each lazy flick of his tongue in soft circles made your body jump and pulled out a moan.

"You don't listen," he chuckled, "that's alright. Let everybody know what daddy does to you."

You covered your face with your hands. Fucking on the boardwalk. Why did you let your horny brain do the thinking?

He put a finger inside you while he sucked and nipped at your skin. He was still moving at a grueling, slow pace. Occasionally, he'd groan into you, the vibrations making you tremble. It was supposed to be just a quickie, but at this rate, you'd be here forever. You knew the only way to get him to hurry up and fuck your brains out would require significant begging and pleading. He loved to keep you begging.

"Please... hurry," you muttered out.

"Aww. You that scared of getting caught? Don't you wanna enjoy living on the edge for daddy?"

You shook your head and whimpered. Ignoring you, he kept fingering your g-spot. His eyes glared up at you from between your legs.

"What do ya mean no? Use your words."

"I just-" he added a second finger and quickened his pace, "I just want you to fuck me so bad,"

You sounded drunk and on the verge of tears. Though the boardwalk was secluded and empty at this time of night, it was pretty regularly used during the daytime. Anybody could walk down and see you being used stupid.

"You know those aren't the words I want to hear," he told you, grinning.

"Please, daddy," he nodded, letting you go further, "I need to be fucked, please. Take what you want, I wanna be your good girl, daddy."

"You want daddy to fuck you here on the boardwalk?"

You repeated a string of yeses, growing impatient with his fingers. You needed him and you couldn't stand waiting any longer. He pulled his fingers out and shifted above you. You felt empty and your pussy was throbbing for him. He lined himself up with you, putting his fingers in his mouth to suck and lick your cum off of him.

"Wanna taste?"

He didn't wait for a response, putting his fingers up to your mouth. You licked them clean for him, still dripping at how exposed you felt. Exposed, but all for him.

"Good girl. Now you need to stay quiet for me, okay? If we get caught, we'll have to end our fun, won't we?"

He pulled you closer as he brushed the tip of his cock up and down your slit.

"Don't worry, daddy will help take those noises out of your throat. You can share how good my cock was later."

Warm hands found your neck and softly squeezed down. Your pussy clenched around him as he hastily entered you. His pace was fast and brutal - the way both of you liked it. The lack of blood flow made your ears ring and your head fuzzy. Though his grasp on your neck shut you up, he did nothing to stop himself from whining and grunting as he rutted into you. Your cunt didn't help either - the sound of your wetness filling the air next to the clap of skin on skin. Such a hypocrite. You'd complain if you could.

Your hands found his and he let go for a moment, letting breath and blood fill your head. You let out heavy gasps, but they were cut short by him choking you again.

"I knew you couldn't do it by yourself. Don't worry, daddy'll help you."

He fucked you faster. Every spot inside of you was being hit by his cock and every thrust of his body rubbed against your clit. Every moan died in your chest as you came, your walls spasming around him. Throwing his head back in pleasure, he started muttering.

"Fuck! Yes - cum around me and milk daddy's cock." His thrusting stuttered as he filled you and pulled his hands away, wrapping them around your waist.

You both fell down from your high while continuing to grind up into each other. Your throat felt raw and you were sensitive all over. As he stayed buried inside of you, his cum leaked out of you. Together, you caught your breath.

"Now let's go home so you can tell daddy about how nice and good he wrecked you."

#creepypasta smut #creepypasta #tribe twelve #firebrand #tribe twelve firebrand #firebrand tribetwelve #tribetwelve #firebrand x reader #firebrand smut #tribetwelve smut #tribe twelve smut #slenververse #creepkinks #creepypasta kinktober #kinktober 2022

[forensic420]

the stuff i would do to this man is insane, barbaric even

#noah maxwell #tribe twelve #creepypasta #slenderverse #noah maxwell x reader #noah maxwell smut #slenderverse smut #tribe twelve smut #tribe twelve x reader #marble hornets #marble hornets x reader #marble hornets smut #creepypasta smut

[prism-after-dark]

Ngl, I've never understood why Observer is perceived as a top in the NSFW Slenderverse community. He gives off the biggest bratty sub energy ever, he'd be the kinda guy to tease you relentlessly while riding you until sunrise

#tribe twelve smut #slenderverse smut

[sundered-souls]

Inge Sjasaris

B A S I C S

Name: Inge Sjasaris (pre-EW), Inge Grymkoelwyn (post-EW, as she took her wife's last name to finally conform with her people's way... and give the middle finger to her in-laws who didn't think her good enough for their precious daughter while she was at it lmao)

Nicknames: none

Age: Early sixties

Nameday: 5th Sun of the 2nd Umbral Moon

Race: Viera

Gender: Loaded question given that I've never bothered posting about her tribe, but long story short: she's fine with being called a woman. In our modern western ways, she'd be more akin to genderqueer. In her people's way, it's hard to translate so she never bothers. Honestly any pronoun is technically fine by her, it'll never be completely right anyway.

Orientation: Whatever, but more female leaning overall.

Profession: Mercenary, alchemist

P H Y S I C A L     A S P E C  T S

Hair: I've yet to find a satisfying mod for what I have in mind but curly and mid-long, black, badly cut 'cause she tends to do it herself whenever the length annoys her too much. Rarely tied though, she doesn't like the feeling (hence the terrible haircuts)

Eyes: Grey

Skin: Dark brown, with some freckles

Tattoos/scars: A tattoo left by Louisoix's spell between her shoulder blades. Many scars scattered on her body, most faded though and none too remarkable.

F A M I L Y

Parents: Both alive, never named them x)

Siblings: Two unnamed sisters and one brother, which she doesn't know is a brother because she left before he hit puberty. He's called Solrunn and is played by @inah-ffxiv (who also plays her wife)

Grandparents: I didn't flesh out the family tree so far so.... no idea

In-laws and Other: She's married to Yersinia Bordetella, which isn't her real name if you wonder after reading Inge's family name above x) Yersi doesn't get along with her family, who's quite rich and posh, and they never approved of her choice of partner. Not that any of them care. Also in a relationship with Y'shtola.

Pets: None

S K I L L S

Abilities: The notable ones would be magic enhancing/debuffing (and healing but if you don't get hit, it's even better), war surgery, alchemy (mostly potions), botany and bow hunting. She can hear the Elementals too

Hobbies: Reading smut and romance. That's about it, she loves her job as an adventurer and doesn't take much time off.

T R A I T S

Most Positive Trait: Steadfast and kind

Most Negative Trait: emotionally constipated and prone to reproach people their recklessness before doing the exact same fucking thing five minutes later (But it's different because she knows what she's doing™)

L I K E S

Colors: she loves bright colors in general but mostly wears neutral/earthly colors herself (as to not make a target of herself). Doesn't have a clear favorite

Smells: damp soil, forests, quite a lot alchemical agents, tea, campfires

Textures: Leather, smooth polished wood, soft wool

Drinks: Tea, tea and more tea

O T H E R    D E T A I L S

Smokes: Recreationally. Did you know the Twelve will approve of your union even if you're too high to remember the entire day? Should you get lucky enough to meet them, they'll even mention it /shudders

Drinks: Tea and water. Occasionally maybe some fruit juice. Never any alcohol, it makes her sick

Drugs: Nothing other than what I mentioned above

Mount Issuance: Inge's actually in the Twin Adder and got her chocobo through them. The bird doesn't have an actual name, she whistles to call it/give it orders and mostly uses it as a beast of burden rather than a mount. Her yol is in the care of the Mols. She didn't want to take it away from its natural environment, but she visits sometimes.

Been Arrested: Never. To say that she's always a law-abiding citizen might be pushing it though...

Tagged by: @lilbittymonster (ty!) Tagging @inah-ffxiv @adrayellinaeth @archaiclumina @hakai-zonapher @feathersage @wpip-raham @the-crimson-rose @sharlayanscion @ooc-miqojak (so you can pick which character you want to do it with) @punchelf @chadhunkler @clockworkdimensions @gatheredfates @corsair-kovacs @heavensw4rd

I went through my followers list and I have more characters so feel free to ignore if you're not interested and I'll tag more people when I do it with the rest of the cast!

#OC: Inge #thank you again o/

[squarebracketsmileyface]

Favorite current ship in regards to marble hornets and why you ship it? I'm curious 👀

Also have you watched any other slenderverse series other than mh?

Okay, I'm answering this as an excuse to talk about fun stuff, but like, you seem to go after people for drawing nsfw art of Tim?? Because he's like, canonically ace or whatever? So god knows why you're asking me about my favourite ships and shit, given what I write and post about. But I like yapping so I'm gonna yap anyway. But yeah, dude, ace people can fuck.

I am an ace person who fucks. And I have some crazy ass kinks.

Anyway, so, my favourite ship is weird, because I like to THINK that my favourite ship is Jam, but I'm just so very wrong about that and my actual favourite ship is Jaylex. It's my actual favourite ship purely because of sorry it's locked, honestly. I got to make them SO fucked up together, and that's just my favourite thing to write, incredibly fucked up characters being toxic and fucked up to each other, and to me Jaylex are so perfect for that. Neither of them are good people, neither of them are monsters, they both just incredibly fucked up people who don't know how to ask for help/think they can fix themselves without getting help or doing any of the work for it. And Jay being a character who I see as like, almost completely incapable of being vulnerable except through sex and kink is just so fun for me. I love exploring characters and their issues and stuff through smut fics, it's so fun to do "character studies through sex".

Thats how I see them anyway lol. Sorry it's locked has completely warped my sense of what's canon and what's not, like, I completely forget that sorry it's locked stuff isn't canon to MH sometimes 💀 (I'm trying SO hard not to go off on another rant about sorry it's locked and Jaylex. I love them so fucking much. They're so fucking toxic 🥰)

As for other slenderverse series I've watched, I watched and loved EMH, it's still one of my favourite series even though i only really write fics about it when they're vent fics (Vinny and Evan are just soooooooo easy to project onto, y'know?). I tried watching tribe twelve but just couldn't get into it (the observer/kevin is so cute tho) and my boyfriend and i recently watched most of Whispered Faith, but mostly just ended up sticking it out for Lexx, because she's fucking gorgeous.

Oh yeah I also watched mlanderson and I really liked that. AND [My movie 14] which was super cool and a newer one. These two are my favourites behind MH and EMH.

#ask #marble hornets #everymanhybrid #slenderverse #i guess #i dont know how to tag thisssssss im so used to just tagging like everything with sorry its locked lol #i do talk about sorry its locked in this tho so i meannnnnnn #mh sorry its locked #jaylex

[layce2015]

John Wick (John Wick x Female!Reader)

Chapter 5: Paris

First Chapter

JW 4 Masterlist

(A/N: wanted to say there is a bit of smut in this chapter. You have been warned.)

"You are a child of the Belarus...an orphan of our tribe..." Katia said as a couple of men walk in, carrying a bar that was holding a cauldron filled with hot liquid metal. "You are bound to us as we are to you...in this life and the next." Katia said as they set the cauldron on a pedestal then John places his left arm close to the markings on the side where it was red hot and Katia did the same on the other side of the cauldron with her left arm.

"Your blood...is my blood." Katia said. "Your pain...is my pain." John recites. "Your life...is my life." Katia said and both of them places their forearms close to the marking and shoved them against it, burning the mark on their flesh. They pull their arms back and then they were handed a shot glass of a drink.

"Welcome back, Jardani." Katia said and they down their shot then the priest pours the vodka over their burn marks then another shot. "The Ruska Roma will support your challenge. Who will be your Second?" Katia asked him.

Few days later, John and (y/n) walk out to an open area between two buildings, the Eiffel Tower off in the distance against the foggy sky. They walk up to a table where there were a few guards, the Marquis, the Harbinger, Caine and Winston stand by a table.

John takes off his suit jacket then reveals the Crest on his arm to the Harbinger. He nods in approval and John rolls his sleeves up and the Marquis takes a chair across from one side. The table had twelve cards face down on both sides of the table.

John, after putting his jacket back on, takes the seat across from the Marquis and (y/n) walks over to Winston, who gestures for her to take the seat he was leaning against. "Under the Old Laws, only one can survive. Do you both understand that?" The Harbinger asked and both John and Marquis nod.

"Very good. Rules. The Challenged chooses first. Time?" Harbinger asked. "Sunrise." Marquis replied and he flips a card, revealing an number 8 on it. "Now." John said and he flips his card over, revealing a 3. "Sunrise." Harbinger confirmed. "Location?" Harbinger asked. 

"You come here thinking there is a way out of this world for you, Mr Wick? There is not." Marquis said then he reaches out to one of the cards. "Le Centre Pompidou." Marquis said and he flips the card, revealing a 4. "Sacré Coeur." John said and he flips one of his cards, revealing a 10.

"Sacré Coeur." Harbinger confirmed. "Weapons?" 

"If you win, The Table will honor its word. You will have your freedom. But you won't take it." Marquis said and (y/n) balls up her fist, she really didn't like the Marquis very much. The arrogance and the smarmy attitude he oozed out.

"Blades." Marquis said as he flips another card, a 14. "Pistols." John said and he flips another card, a 23. "Dueling pistols. Thirty paces. In the event that both parties survive, each will approach the other at increments of ten paces until only one remains. Rules of engagement." The Harbinger said. "No quarter." John replied.

"You know why you won't take your freedom? Because this is who you are, who you've always been. You are a killer. An orphan we plucked from the street and honed into a knife. And it is the killing that gives you purpose. A man without purpose...is nothing." Marquis taunts to John before he addresses The Harbinger. "No quarter." He said.

"No quarter. If there is nothing else, gentlemen, I will see.." the Harbinger started to say but Marquis speaks up. "A nomination." He said and John looks over at Harbinger, who also seemed surprised by this, then he looks over at John. "It is his right. Do you have a name?" Harbinger asked Marquis. "Caine." Marquis said as he nods over to Caine, who was sitting a chair off the to the side and didn't look very happy about being nominated.

"So be it. Sunrise, Sacré Coeur. Dueling pistols, no quarter. Should Mr Wick be victorious, he will be free of any and all obligation to The High Table, and his Second will be reinstated as the manager of the rebuilt New York Continental." The Harbinger said and John and (y/n) look over at Winston, who shrugs slightly.

"Should the Marquis Vincent Bisset de Gramont be victorious..." the Harbinger started to say and Marquis speaks over him. "John Wick will be dead. As will his Second and his wife." Marquis said and (y/n) fidgets in her chair at this. "Just so. Now, if there is nothing more, gentlemen, I will see you at sunrise. Failure to meet at the appointed hour will result in forfeiture and immediate execution." Harbinger said and he walks away.

John stands up from his chair and he starts to walk away as (y/n) gets up from her chair and comes up next to him. "There is no John out there. No happy husband with a normal life." Marquis said, shaking his head slightly, as John and (y/n) stop and turn to him. "There's only John Wick, the killer." Marquis sneered. "And he's going to kill you." John said and he and (y/n) walk away and Winston catches up to them.

"Your hotel?" (Y/n) asked Winston. "Yes." Winston said, like it was obvious. "You always have an angle, don't you?" John asked him. "Doesn't everyone?" Winston asked. "Let's find safe harbor before it starts." He said as he hands John a piece of paper. "There's something I need to do first." John said. "Sooner rather than later." Winston said and he, John and (y/n) part ways.

"What do you need to do?" (Y/n) asked John as they walk off. "It's more a what you need to do. Something that you should've done months ago." John said and (y/n) furrows her brow in confusion at him.

John leads her to a church with high ceilings and several candles surrounding the area. They come up to the alter and John opens a box and pulls out a long thin candle. He hands it to (y/n), who accepts it, and then John places his hand over hers and guided her hand to a lite candle. They lite the little candle then he guides her hand over to unlite candle to light it.

(Y/n) takes in a deep breath then pulls the thin candle towards her and she blows out the flame and sets it aside. She looks down and John places his right arm around her waist as a tear runs down her face. She sighs a bit then wipes away the tears and looks up for a moment before she leans her head against John's shoulder.

He places a small kiss on the top of her head and the two stand there for a moment before they turn around, only to see Caine sitting one of the chairs. They walk over to the chairs across the aisle of chairs Caine was sitting in and they take a couple of chairs.

"Caine." John greets. "John. Mrs Wick." Caine greets back. "Saying goodbye?" 

"Saying hello." (Y/n) said as she thinks of Helen. "You think your sister can hear you?" Caine asked her. "No." (Y/n) replied. "Then why bother?" He asked her. "Maybe I'm wrong." (Y/n) said, shrugging. "The dead are gone. Only the living matter." Caine said and he pulls out a pocket watch and opens it, revealing a picture of a young girl.

"After my daughter was born...I wanted to leave this life. I thought I did." Caine said. "But you didn't." John said. "We're damned...you and I, John." Caine said. "On that we agree." John said and Caine closes his watch. "My daughter's not. If it's between you and her...you're going to die." Caine said. "Maybe not." John said and Caine smirks.

"I missed you, John. It's so good to sit with a friend. And I wish I met you, Mrs Wick, under different circumstances. You seem like a good woman." Caine said. "And you seem like a good man." (Y/n) tells him and John turns to Caine. "I'll see you tomorrow." John tells him and he and (y/n) get up and walk out of the church.

(Y/n) was sitting on the edge bed of their hotel room, the day's event playing through her head. She tried not to show it but she was beyond terrified.

On the one hand, John will win the duel and both him and her will get to go back a day try to live their normal lives. Sure it'll take her a bit to get back into living a normal life after these last few months but she had faith she'll overcome this and live that happy life she had dreamed of when she first married John.

But on the other hand, John could die and then she'd be killed afterwards. In a blink of an eye, their lives will be gone.

She sighs and runs her hands over her face until she hears the bathroom door opens a door footsteps approaching. She looks up and sees John walking into the room. "You okay?" He asked her, concerned, once he saw the look on her face. "Honestly, John....not really." She said and John lowers his eyes to floor and nods, slightly.

"I know you've told me to not worry and that you forgiven me but I am still sorry for everything." He said and she nods then she looks over at him. "John..." she said and he turns his head to her, she stares at him then leans in and kisses him. He kisses her back and he cups her face in his hands and she places her hands on his neck.

They break the kiss for a moment then she leans in and kisses him again and pushes him, slowly, back on the bed and gets on top of him. He lays down on the bed and places his hands on her hips as he continues to kiss her, passionately.

They stop to kiss to catch their breathes and they look deeply into each other’s eyes before (y/n) speaks up. "Make love to me, please." She pleads, in a soft whisper, and John pushes back a strand of her hair behind her ear as he stares into her eyes.

"Are you sure?" He asked her and she nods. "If this is our last night together, I want to spend one more time with you. To touch you one more time, to feel you one more time, to love you." She said and now it was his turn to lean his head up to her and capture her lips with his.

He sits up, (y/n) straddling his lap, as they continue to kiss, passionately, and she wraps her arms around his neck, her fingers start to run through his hair. They take off their jackets and their shirts before their hands started roaming each other, fingertips touching each other's soft skin. They stop kissing to catch their breathes again then they get up out of the bed and started to discard the rest of their clothing. 

Next thing (y/n) knew, she was laying on her back on the soft, satin sheets of the bed and John on top of her. They stare into each other’s eyes again before John slides into her, she gasps then lets out a moan at the feeling of being filled as he grunts then leans into kiss her. He gives her a moment to adjust before he starts moving his hips.

And the couple started showing each other how much they loved one another. Their hands on every part they could reach, fingers digging into the flesh to leave marks, the sounds of slapping skin and heavy pants from the couple echoed the room with the occasional screams of curses and their names leaving from the others mouth.

Eventually, (y/n) comes undone and screams John's name as he soon follows after her, grunting out her name. He stills then lays on top of her and she wraps her arms around his neck and buries her face into his shoulder as he buries his face in hers. The two of them catching their breathes after the intense orgasm they experienced.

"I love you." John whispers to her, in between breathes. "I love you too." (Y/n) whispered back and John gets off of her and lays down next to her. She then cuddles up to him and the two lay their in bed for a moment, just basking in the afterglow of their love making. After about a few hours of resting and sleeping, the alarm on John's watch goes off which meant it was time for them to get up and head out.

After getting dressed and ready, John and (y/n) walk along the streets of Paris and down a set of steps to a caged door, where various homeless people surround the entrance. John walks up to the entrance of the door and hands the paper, Winston handed him, to the homeless man that was guarding the door. The paper held a symbol and the man looks at it then begins to unlock the door.

John and (y/n) enter and make their way into a subway where a radio was playing music and there were several statues and artwork on the side. They sit down on a bench for a few moments before a train pulls up to them.

It stops and the couple get up as the door of the train cart opens and The Bowery King and Winston walk out of it. The Bowery King, holding a couple of suits. "Bonjour, Monsieur Wick and Madame Wick. And welcome to La Resistance." The Bowery King greets and John goes to shake his hand.

"A little far from home, aren't you?" John asked him as they shake hands then (y/n) shakes Bowery King's hand then he places a kiss on the back of her hand. "Well, your little act of uncivil disobedience inspired me, John. I'm branching out, spreading my wings." The Bowery King replied as the train leaves.

"How goes the Grand Farewell Tour?" The Bowery King asked him. "Coming to an end." John replied. "So it seems. So it seems. Forty-two regular, wasn't it?" The Bowery King asked then he holds up a suit. "It's Kevlar, front to back. The latest in ballistic chic. Appropriate for all formal occasions. Weddings, funerals, High Table duels. After all, a man has to look his best when it's time to get married. Or buried." The Bowery King said as he hands the suit to John.

"And of course, for the lovely lady..." the Bowery King said and he holds up the second suit that looked similar to John's suit but of course smaller. "I, of course, had one made for you as well, Mrs Wick." He said as he hands the suit to her and she takes it.

All right, now. For all you bopper out there in the City of Lights, for all you street people with an ear for the action, to all my loyal listeners who know the beat of the street, tonight is your chance to make some beautiful music.

I've been asked to relay a special request from a secret admirer. It seems there's a couple of thorns in our little slice of paradise.

A wicked man and woman from the Big Apple is making a beeline to our sacred heart. We are putting the call out to deliver your hardest beats to this man and woman in black.

If you want the prize, you must finish before sunrise. This golden oldie, and I do mean golden hit, goes out to you, Mr and Mrs Wick. And remember, there is nowhere to run.

John and (y/n) had finished getting suited up when they heard the broadcast. (Y/n) gives a nervous look to the radio then at John. "And so it begins." Winston said as he holds up a goblet of wine.

"We're going to need a couple of guns." John said as he and (y/n) walk up to Winston and The Bowery King, who was sitting and drinking from his glass of wine. "I thought you'd never ask." The Bowery King said as he sets his glass down then opens up a case that held two guns and some ammo.

"Nine-millimeter Pit Viper." The Bowery King said. "How'd you get these?" John asked him as he and (y/n) take the guns. "I know a guy who knows a guy who shot a guy." The Bowery King replied as John and (y/n) check the gun. "Twenty-one round capacity magazine with a built-in compensator for virtually no muzzle flip. Fiber-optic front sight, ambidextrous safeties, flared magwell for faster reloads, two-pound extreme trigger, and for those more, how shall we say, intimate encounters, these Vipers have ferocious fucking fangs." The Bowery King explained as John and (y/n) look over the guns and see how they felt in their hands then John nods at The Bowery King.

"How close can you get us to the church?" John asked and The Bowery King does the cross gesture. "Amen." (Y/n) remarkes as the Bowery King smiles.

The Bowery King leads, John, Winston and (y/n) to a different tunnel, this time a water tunnel with a small boat. "Here we are, gentlemen and lady. Your ride." The Bowery King said as he gestures to the boat.

After getting in the boat, the Bowery King drives it as John and (y/n) sit next to each other on the side of the boat while Winston sits in the back. "When I advised you not to dip your pinky back into this pond, I didn't think I'd get wet." Winston said and he glances over at John, who looks down in guilt.

"It'll all be over after today." John assures him. "When I was burying Charon, I was torn about what to put on his gravestone. A few words to sum up an entire life?" Winston said. "Long live the King! Had mine made years ago." The Bowery King said and (y/n) smiles. "Of course you did." (Y/n) said. "Modest." Winston said. "Prophetic." The Bowery King chuckles.

"What did you decide?" John asked Winston. "Friend." Winston replied. "That's what he was above all else. A friend." Winston said as the Bowery King comes upon the location and stops. "Au revoir et bonne chasse, Monsieur and Madame Wick." The Bowery King said as he turns and holds a hand out and John takes it and shakes it. "Thank you, King." John said then (y/n) shakes the Bowery King's hand.

"Johnathan. (Y/n)." Winston said. "Winston." John and (y/n) said. "Sunrise is at 6:03. Don't be late for all our sakes, hmm?" Winston said and John nods then gets out of the boat, turns and holds his hand out to (y/n). She takes it and he helps her out of the boat and she looks up at John, her heart feeling heavy.

"Loving husband." (Y/n) said, Winston and Bowery King look up at her and John stares at her. "That's what should be on yours. John. Loving husband." She added and John looks into her eyes and the corners of his lips twitch up and she gives him a quick smile. ​​"(y/n). Faithful wife should be yours." John tells her and she let's out a small laugh and smiles.

Winston nods at this as the couple head over to the door and enter it, which had stairs that lead out to the streets of Paris.

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[pinkykats-place]

Fantasy AU BakuDeku

AO3 Fanfic Recommendations

Disclaimers!

Art is not mine! Credit to @novaneondream

None of the stories linked below are mine.

Some contain mature content so please read tags on AO3.

Note: If you read any of these stories and like them please let the author know with a kudos and/or comment!

Playing with Flowers by SilentJo

Summary: “What is all of this? Are you a grown man playing with flowers?” Barbarian Prince Katsuki had asked after the herbalist Deku bumped into him and scattered his plants and herbs to the ground. Deku's fiery response draws Katsuki's interest, enough to initiate the courtship ritual known well in his country, Kamino. But Deku has no idea why he keeps getting head-pats from Katsuki.

One Shot | SFW

How to Train Your Useless Dragon by Mikacrispy

Summary: Bakugou Katsuki needs to kill a dragon to take its teeth and become a warrior of his tribe.

But, what? Why the fuck doesn't this dragon have teeth?

— — —

Written from the promp "What if Izuku was the dragon?"

Shamelessly How to Train Your Dragon inspired.

Complete | 30 Chapters | SFW

Forever, right Kacchan? by Anonymous

Summary: Katsuki met Izuku when they were 3 years old, and he knew he wanted to keep the green haired boy by his side forever. They were each other's first friend, so it was only natural the blond wanted to keep that bond for the rest of his life. Katsuki and Izuku learn what "forever" really means to them as they grow up.

Complete | 19 Chapters

Rated - Mature

The Other Side of the Door by Dontmindme9

Summary: Izuku becomes Prince Shouto's personal servant. Because Izuku has to follow him around every day, they get really close. When Izuku gets lost while on an errand, Shouto does everything he can to find him again. Meanwhile, Izuku is saved by a wild Bakugou. Inside the angry teen, Izuku see's a side of Bakugou that no one has taken the time to see. Both take a liking to the innocent green haired boy, and refuse to give him up.

Complete | 52 Chapters | SFW

The dragon @silverynight

Summary: Now, this golden dragon with red eyes could actually kill him, besides, he's already pissed because he's hurt, someone stabbed one of his elbows and he's bleeding a little. The sword is still stuck in his skin.

"Hello..." Izuku takes a couple of steps closer, knowing Iida (one of prince Todoroki's knights) would probably tell him not to get himself into trouble. It's a good thing he's not there.

The dragon growls, as a warning, but he doesn't use his fire against Izuku so he takes it as a good sign.

Complete | 2 Chapters | SFW

Show me your thorns, love by princejaelofbabylon

Summary: “You'll regret this,” Katsuki warns weakly. “I don't know how to… I've never been in a relationship with anyone before." He bows his head. "I might hurt you, even without meaning to.”

Deku scoffs, pulling back slightly. "You underestimate me, sir." Scarred hands cup his face, and when Katsuki looks up, he sees a fierceness in those green eyes, burning bright with a determination that takes his breath away.

“Tell me, Kacchan—do I strike you as someone afraid to bleed?”

— — —

Or, a sweet little story about a retired grumpy warrior who doesn't think he's worthy of love, and the kind witch who proves him wrong.

Complete | 2 Chapters | Implied Smut

Chosen by Phayte

Summary: Barbarian Alpha Bakugou must pick his future Omega from the neighboring Kingdom-- Midoriya.

Complete | 93 Chapters

NSFW | OmegaVerse

The Chosen of the Dragonborn by s_the_queen

Summary: "Katsuki."

"That's right!"

"Blonde, angry, loud. Violent. That Katsuki."

"Uh...yep! That's the one!"

"Is courting me?"

"Mhm!"

"I'm pretty sure the last time he saw me he said that he was 'glad to be rid of my stupid fucking freckled face,'" Izuku intoned dryly.

---

Four years ago, Izuku spent twelve days healing Katsuki after discovering him in the woods. When they parted ways, he never thought he'd hear from Katsuki again.

When Mina, one of the warrior fae of Musutafu, shows up on his doorstep—he realizes how insanely wrong he was.

Complete | 2 Chapters | SFW

One Snowy Night by silentsongbird

Summary: On the night of Christmas Eve, chubby elf Izuku Midoriya is walking home during the beginning of a blizzard. On his journey to the warmth and safety of his cottage, he runs into an injured Krampus. Unable to resist helping the beast, Izuku invites him into his home to tend to his wounds. The two end up snowed in and the poor little elf ends up trapped with the beast who just wants to show his thanks.

One Shot | NSFW

if the stars align, then for us they were meant by RunawayDeviant

Summary: Katsuki and Eijirou crash land in a forest to the south of their homeland. Injured and stranded, they befriend a local nature spirit, who is much more than he first appears to be.

Complete | 6 Chapters | NSFW

Love Potion Recipe by MellowWrites

Summary: Katsuki hates dealing with customers, but this strange barbarian keeps coming around and, yeah, maybe he likes him.

One Shot | NSFW

You're gonna be the death of me (in a good way) by MiraChaDoodles

Summary: He looked down at himself and the fresh clothing Katsuki had changed him into before his freckled cheeks bloomed into a pretty pink. It was like the sun rising beneath the stars, and Katsuki found himself wishing he had time to count them. 

But then Izuku’s posture stiffened. “Where is my clothing?”

Shit.

--

Katsuki rescues an injured faery by the river and decides to keep him.

Complete | 4 Chapters | NSFW

The Littlest Things by Fantasticnic

Summary: Katsuki buys a farm where he can truly be alone but starts to notice signs of someone else around. Tiny signs.

One Shot | SFW

but the entrails are the best part! by supercrunch

Summary: The boy straightens up. He’s about half a head shorter than Katsuki, face soft and youthful and sweet. He turns to look at him properly. His dark hair shines in the dying light, basket of blooms looped over one arm and mouth quirked into a tiny half-smile. The sun hits his face and makes his eyes a bright greeny-gold, just like emeralds.

Katsuki likes emeralds.

“Pretty,” he says, reaching out and picking the stranger up around the middle. He’s surprisingly heavy, although Katsuki doesn’t mind. “I like you. Come see my nest.”

The boy hits him.

He’s stronger than he looks, turns out. Katsuki drops him and falls onto his back, pain blooming across his face. Birds sing. The sky’s a lovely shade of orange, clouds floating lazily by. The boy scarpers. He leaves his basket of flowers behind, footsteps thumping on the ground and fading away as he escapes.

The sun sets. Katsuki, lying flat on his back with a bloody nose, decides he’s just fallen in love.

One Shot | SFW

Series:Uncharted Territory by Esselle

Summary: It's Deku who decided Katsuki would be "Kacchan"; he wasn't born in the wilds, but Deku is his tribe, now. And because Deku named him, it's to him Katsuki is bound.

Katsuki has a right to him, needs to know him in every way, as intimately as possible.

Barbarian!Deku/Adventurer!Kacchan.

Two Part Series

All Was Golden In The Sky by CallMeCharles

Summary: Izuku was only ten years old when his best friend, the great Prince Katsuki, died mysteriously. With the king and queen gone, mourning the loss of their son, the kingdom falls prey to a gang of thugs. Twelve years later, everything is looking bleak when Izuku finds himself back in the castle he used to run around in as a child. A castle that is not as abandoned as he thought. 

Beauty and the Beast AU

Complete | 32 Chapters

The chase by silverynight

Summary: "OI, YOU PIECE OF–" the tall barbarian with blond hair stops once his eyes meet. He doesn't look like the friendly type.

Honestly, he doesn't want to get into any trouble today, besides, fighting could make him sweat and people will realize he's actually–

"Omega," the barbarian smirks. He smells like an alpha, a very strong alpha. "Listen, I don't usually do this, but I'll be kind to you this time, show me your neck and I'll forgive you."

Complete | 3 CH | OmegaVerse

Rated - Teen & Up

Tiny Nuisance by Mikacrispy

Summary: Elf Katsuki has been going crazy with desire over the small halfling Izuku. When his control finally snaps, the little one finds out the dangers of teasing someone twice his size.

One Shot | NSFW

Into the Dragon's Lair by bkdkwritingsdump

Summary: Prince Izuku Midoriya wishes that someone will come and save him from a political marriage to a woman he can't love, but he never expected it would be a dragon, much less that the dragon would be in love with him, and that he might... maybe... sort of... return those feelings.

Complete | 5 Chapters

Rated - Teen & Up

burn, pine, perish by kindaopps

Summary: Three things dawned on Izuku, as he stared at the slick flower petals scattered over the black words of his book: he has fallen in love with his husband, his husband did not love him back, and he is going to die.

One Shot | Contains Mature Content

Mark Me (I Won’t Let You Out Of My Sight Again) by SashaDistan

Summary: When Barbarian King Katsuki Bakugo hears his childhood nickname called out from the group of travellers, traders, and adventurers his people have just raided in order to protect them from their own stupidity, he thinks he is dreaming.

And then he sees just how much the boy-next-door has grown up and changed, and all the thing he's felt for decades rise up inside him.

One thing is for sure, he cannot let Izuku slip through his fingers a second time.

One Shot | NSFW

Mine, If Only for One Night by red_sneakers

Summary: Katsuki'd give just about anything for one night on equal footing with his clumsy, ugly, good-for-nothing, idiotic, beloved nerd.

“I.. Izu.. “ he tried. His new voice was deep and rough, like a pirate who ate cigars for breakfast, lunch, and dinner. “I.. zu.. ku.” Katsuki’s chest warmed. Izuku’s name felt right resonating inside his own ribcage, as if it belonged there and nowhere else. “Izuku.” He smiled. “M-mine.”

--

The one where jealous possessive pixie, Bakugou Katsuki, gives everything for one night as a human, to make Izuku his.

Complete | 3 Chapters

Rated - Explicit

To Fall in Love with a Dragon by Mikacrispy

Summary: Barbarian prince Bakugou Katsuki falls in love with a Dragon shifter.

{One Shot}

Rated - Explicit

Ties and Ribbons by Mikacrispy

Summary: The Spring Festival is upon them and Bakugou Katsuki has to put up with a parade of extras courting the one that ought to be his omega, Midoriya Izuku. His pride gets the best of him and Katsuki ends up striking a bet with Kaminari — he'll get Izuku's courting ribbon and the promise to mate the omega, or else he'll lose his sword.

Too bad that the omega runs away the second he sets eye on Bakugou.

One Shot | OmegaVerse

Rated - Explicit

oh, how quickly things change by SpicyJam

Summary: "… I was trying to find someone to /start/ a family with. But everyone's scared of me."

Katsuki snorts, breaking eye contact first. "You're a dragon."

"Mm…" Deku grabs his hand again, as if he's still deciding if he's allowed to touch. "… You're not scared of me, though."

Katsuki glances up. A feeling of heat pools in his belly at the smile that Deku is giving him.

"Guess not."

---

Katsuki is a dragon hunter, and Deku is the dragon that claims him.

One Shot | NSFW

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[likesmens]

I love men too…. 🤤❤️❤️

and I’m sick of racist Tumblrinas harassing you for existing. Idiots also seem to not understand that Jews and “Palestinians” (quotes because that’s not their name. The Roman empire came up with the name. The Romans were the colonizers, not the NATIVE jews) are both native to the Levant. There’s twelve tribes. It’s not that hard.

YES we both belong there at this point, but the claim that Jews aren't indigenous to the land is insane, and disproven by historical evidence!!! And being harassed sucks lol, thanks for the support. I'm glad I have my asks open so I can get cool messages like this and the last ask I answered, courtesy of the lovely @azuleopal

Also, if you're interested I should be posting some Don Draper smut in the next ~3 weeks...even if you're not into him specifically I think you might still like it (especially if men saying good girl makes you feral ssjsjsjsjshshsjsjsjshs). And anon, if you've never watched Mad Men, I urge you to do so as soon as humanly possible for the sexiness that is Don; it's irrevocably rewired my brain so that now at least three times a day I think about him using me...*ahem*...anyway...between our love for Israel and men we seem to have a lot in common (lolol), so if you ever wanna message me privately we can chat more! You seem super awesome anon 💖

#love this #asks #jumblr

[cameracorey]

OK! This is basically just an updated version of who I’ll write for since I have changed my writing style and also just in general lol.

Requests:OPEN

MARBLE HORNETS

-Alex Kralie (Smut maybe, Fluff, angst)

-Jay Merrick (probably only male readers since its cannon that Jay is gay smut-maybe, fluff, angst)

Tim Wright- (Smut (maybe), fluff, angst

Jessica (fluff, angst)

(MAYBE MORE TO BE ADDED)

TRIBETWELVE

Heads up! I do not support what Adam who is the creator of tribetwelve has done, I’m just writing for the characters.

Noah Maxwell: Smut(maybe),Fluff, angst

Milo Asher: Fluff, Angst

FireBrand: Smut(maybe), fluff, angst

The observer (Smut maybe) fluff, angst

(I don’t remember who else i can write for tribe twelve-)

EVERYMANHYBRID

Evan myers: Fluff, angst, (smut maybe)

Jeff: fluff, angst (smut maybe)

Vinny: Fluff, angst (smut maybe)

HABIT: Fluff, angst (smut maybe)

DREAMSMP

Dream: Fluff, Angst, Yandere

Sapnap; Fluff, angst, Yandere

George; Fluff, angst, Yandere

Wilbur: fluff, angst, Yandere

(I’m probably gonna add more but I’m lazy rn

#marble hornets reader #marble hornets #requests open #please request #tribetwelve #everymanhybrid #jeff everymanhybrid #evan everymanhybrid #Vincent everymanhybrid #annalog horror #creepypasta #slenderverse #one shot #dreamsmp #Wilbur soot #Dreamwastaken #georgenotfound #sapnap

[endless-weightless]

Who are you?

Requests: CLOSED

Masterlist

Requests

𓆩♡𓆪Any pronouns

𓆩♡𓆪Genderfluid

𓆩♡𓆪18

𓆩♡𓆪Māori

𓆩♡𓆪Just fanfics n stuff

𓆩♡𓆪I'm most active in the ATLA fandom right now but my interests tend to change a lot so don't be surprised if my blog starts looking a little chaotic

𓆩♡𓆪I listen to Fleetwood Mac, Sleep Token, Ghost, The Smashing Pumpkins, Pearl Jam, Rammstein, Nine Inch Nails, Stevie Nicks, Spiritbox, Evanescence, Stone Temple Pilots, Slipknot and Nirvana (my username is actually inspired by the song Endless, Nameless by Nirvana)

𓆩♡𓆪Some of the other fandoms I'm in are Ghost, FNAF, Spider-Man, Creepypasta/Marble Hornets/Tribe Twelve, Hermitcraft/The Life series, The Phantom of the Opera, and Call of Duty (Modern Warfare II and Ghosts)

𓆩♡𓆪I like writing mostly dark and mature stuff (I'm talking smut, crime, drugs) so here's your warning

𓆩♡𓆪I might actually take requests for fics in the future if people like my writing

DNI if

𓆩♡𓆪You are racist, sexist, transphobic, homophobic, ableist etc

𓆩♡𓆪You’re like barely a teenager or smth. Smut ain’t allat you can wait a few years babes

𓆩♡𓆪You’re gonna preach to me about your religion. I will block anyone trying to convert me to smth

𓆩♡𓆪You’re one of those mfs who demonise people with eating disorders, it’s not cute

𓆩♡𓆪You’re a FUCKING SWIFTIE /hj

𓆩♡𓆪You believe anything Andrew Tate says

𓆩♡𓆪You’re pro life/anti abortion

#doctor who #five nights at freddy's #coquette #Spotify #hermitcraft #life series #creepypasta #marble hornets #tribe twelve #marvel #spider man #nirvana #spiderman #spider man: across the spider verse #sleep token #the band ghost #call of duty #cod mw2 #metalhead

[forensic420]

what i have in store for y’all…it’s gonna be so dirty and nasty. absolutely vile

#creepypasta #creepypasta smut #creepypasta x reader #marble hornets #marble hornets smut #smut #marble hornets x reader #slenderverse #slenderverse smut #everymanhybrid smut #everymanhyrbid #brian thomas #hoodie #hoodie smut #tribe twelve smut #tribe twelve x reader #brian thomas smut #hoodie x reader #twibe twelve #noah maxwell

[dfroza]

A crown:

“Happy is the person who can hold up under the trials of life. At the right time, he’ll know God’s sweet approval and will be crowned with life. As God has promised, the crown awaits all who love Him.”

A calling:

“He calls us to life by His message of truth so that we will show the rest of His creatures His goodness and love.”

and a seed:

“humbly welcome the word of truth that will blossom like the seed of salvation planted in your souls”

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

James, a servant of God and the Lord Jesus, the Anointed One, to the twelve tribes of Israel who are spread across the earth: I send you my warmest welcome!

Don’t run from tests and hardships, brothers and sisters. As difficult as they are, you will ultimately find joy in them; if you embrace them, your faith will blossom under pressure and teach you true patience as you endure. And true patience brought on by endurance will equip you to complete the long journey and cross the finish line—mature, complete, and wanting nothing. If you don’t have all the wisdom needed for this journey, then all you have to do is ask God for it; and God will grant all that you need. He gives lavishly and never scolds you for asking.

The key is that your request be anchored by your single-minded commitment to God. Those who depend only on their own judgment are like those lost on the seas, carried away by any wave or picked up by any wind. Those adrift on their own wisdom shouldn’t assume the Lord will rescue them or bring them anything. The splinter of divided loyalty shatters your compass and leaves you dizzy and confused.

If you are a brother of humble means, celebrate the fact that God has raised you up. If you are rich and seemingly invincible, savor the humble reality that you are a mere mortal who will vanish like a flower that withers in the field. The sun rises with a blazing heat that dries the earth and causes the flower to wither and fall to the ground and its beauty to fade and die. In the same way, the rich will fall and die in the midst of their busy lives.

Happy is the person who can hold up under the trials of life. At the right time, he’ll know God’s sweet approval and will be crowned with life. As God has promised, the crown awaits all who love Him.

No one who is tempted should ever be confused and say that God is testing him. The One who created us is free from evil and can’t be tempted, so He doesn’t tempt anyone. When a person is carried away with desire, lured by lust, and when desire becomes the focus and takes control, it gives birth to sin. When sin becomes fully grown, it produces death.

My dearly loved brothers and sisters, don’t be misled. Every good gift bestowed, every perfect gift received comes to us from above, courtesy of the Father of lights. He is consistent. He won’t change His mind or play tricks in the shadows. We have a special role in His plan. He calls us to life by His message of truth so that we will show the rest of His creatures His goodness and love.

Listen, open your ears, harness your desire to speak, and don’t get worked up into a rage so easily, my brothers and sisters. Human anger is a futile exercise that will never produce God’s kind of justice in this world. So walk out on your corrupt liaison with smut and depraved living, and humbly welcome the word of truth that will blossom like the seed of salvation planted in your souls.

Put the word into action. If you think hearing is what matters most, you are going to find you have been deceived.

If some fail to do what God requires, it’s as if they forget the word as soon as they hear it. One minute they look in the mirror, and the next they forget who they are and what they look like. However, it is possible to open your eyes and take in the beautiful, perfect truth found in God’s law of liberty and live by it. If you pursue that path and actually do what God has commanded, then you will avoid the many distractions that lead to an amnesia of all true things and you will be blessed.

If you put yourself on a pedestal, thinking you have become a role model in all things religious, but you can’t control your mouth, then think again. Your mouth exposes your heart, and your religion is useless. Real, true religion from God the Father’s perspective is about caring for the orphans and widows who suffer needlessly and resisting the evil influence of the world.

The Letter of James, Chapter 1 (The Voice)

A set of notes from The Voice translation:

Wisdom, as James understands it, is the ability to live life well and make good decisions. Wisdom doesn’t come from old age or hard knocks. Wisdom begins with knowing and depending absolutely on God, who is never stingy when it comes to wisdom for those who seek it. He supplies all the wisdom we need when we ask. But when we try to go it alone—without God—trouble is around the corner.

God the Father is the giver of all things and is looking for every opportunity to bless us. But many people have difficulty trusting and receiving good things, even when those things come from God. The problem is that we not only have trouble trusting God’s work in our lives, but we also don’t always respond to God’s voice. People often hear the Scriptures but don’t really listen. People store truths in their brains but never put them to use. For James, the only good religion is religion lived out every day.

Today’s paired chapter of the Testaments is the 29th chapter of the book of Ezekiel:

In the 10th year, on the 12th day of the 10th month, the word of the Eternal came to me with a message about Egypt.

Eternal One: Son of man, face Pharaoh, king of Egypt, and preach against him and against all of Egypt! Tell him this is what I, the Eternal Lord, have to say:

Look, I am against you,

Pharaoh king of Egypt.

You are like a great river monster,

snaking through the streams in the Nile,

declaring, “I own the Nile. I made it, and it is mine.”

But I will set a hook in your jaws

and make the fish of the Nile cling to your scales.

I will haul you in out of your waterways,

with all the fish clinging to your scales.

Then I will take you and leave you out in the desert,

you and all the fish of your waters.

You’ll collapse in the wide open space,

but no one will bother to collect your remains

Or bury you with your ancestors.

You’ll be food for wild beasts of the earth and birds in the sky.

Then all who live in Egypt will know that I am the Eternal One.

You have been nothing more than a staff made of wobbly reeds to the people of Israel.

When they took hold of you, looking for support,

you splintered and tore their hands.

When they leaned on you, you snapped in two,

and they wrenched their backs because of you.

So this is what I, the Eternal Lord, have to say: “Look, I will march an army against you! It’s coming to slaughter your people and your animals. I am going to make the land of Egypt a lonely wasteland; then they will know that I am the Eternal One.”

Because of your arrogant utterance, “I own the Nile. I made it, and it is mine,” I oppose you and your streams. I will turn the land of Egypt into a lonely wasteland from Migdol to Aswan, all the way to Ethiopia. No people or animals will pass through there. Not a single person will live there for 40 years. I will turn the land of Egypt into a wasteland, a tragedy among tragedies, the most devastating of devastations! Any cities still standing after the war will lie in ruins for 40 years. I will scatter the Egyptians to the wind and divide them among the nations.

After 40 years have passed, I am going to gather the Egyptians from the nations where I scattered them. I will restore their fortunes and lead them back to the land of Pathros, the land of their ancestors. There, Egypt will begin again, but this time as an insignificant kingdom.

She will be the weakest of any kingdom, never gaining power and never again ruling over other nations. The people of Israel will never again turn to Egypt in a time of crisis because Egypt’s fate will be a reminder of her sins—when Israel chose to trust a pagan nation instead of Me. Then My people will know that I am the Eternal Lord.

In the 27th year, on the 1st day of the 1st month, the word of the Eternal came to me.

Eternal One: Son of man, Nebuchadnezzar, the king of Babylon, has exhausted his army with the long siege of Tyre. His soldiers’ bodies are spent, their heads bald and shoulders rubbed raw, yet they have made little progress. The king and his army have not been rewarded for all of their hard work against Tyre.

Therefore, the Eternal Lord says:

Eternal One: Look, I am going to hand the land of Egypt over to Nebuchadnezzar, the king of Babylon. He will take away her wealth—her goods and her population—by force and pay his army with the treasures he acquires there. I have given him Egypt’s land as his reward to compensate him for all the work he has done for Me.

When that day comes, I will make a horn grow for the people of Israel so that they will be confident that My deliverance is near. Then I will open your mouth so that they will realize you have been speaking for Me all along. Then they will know that I am the Eternal One.

The Book of Ezekiel, Chapter 29 (The Voice)

A note from The Voice translation:

The prophet directs his oracle against Pharaoh, but in reality the pharaoh represents all of the people. Pharaoh’s audacious claim that he created the Nile stands in clear contradiction to the fact that Israel’s God created the heavens and the earth. So God becomes his enemy, fishes the great river monster out of the river—the lifeline of Egypt—and leaves his body as food for the animals and birds of the desert. The “monster” could refer either to the Nile crocodile—a symbol of the Pharaoh’s power—or the mythical creature of chaos who opposes God but is ultimately defeated by Him. The other fishes clinging to his scales appear to represent all those who depend on Pharaoh, including the Egyptian people and those foolish enough to align with them.

A link to my personal reading of the Scriptures for Saturday, november 25 of 2023 with a paired chapter from each Testament of the Bible along with Today’s Proverbs and Psalms

A post by John Parsons about seeing the wonder:

We are instructed to see small miracles, everyday "signs and wonders..." In our Torah portion for this week (i.e., Eikev) we read: “And you shall bless the LORD your God for the good land he has given you.” (Deut. 8:10). Whenever we derive benefit or enjoyment from something we are to bless (i.e., thank) God for his goodness. Jewish tradition says that if one eats or drinks without saying a blessing, it is as if he has stolen from God. From the verse, “What does the LORD ask of you...” (Deut. 10:12), the sages infer that a person should say at least 100 blessings a day, since the word מה, “what,” alludes to the word מאה, a “hundred.” The Hebrew term for gratitude is hakarat tovah (הַכָּרַת טוֹבָה), a phrase that means "recognizing the good." The heart looks through the eye, and therefore how we see is ultimately a spiritual decision: "If your eye is "single" (i.e., ἁπλοῦς, sincere, focused)," Yeshua said, "your whole body will be filled with light" (Matt. 6:22). When we see rightly, we are awakened to God's Presence in the little things of life, those small miracles and glories that constantly surround us. The good eye of faith sees hundreds of reasons to bless God for the precious gift of life (1 Cor. 10:31). Open your eyes... The LORD is "enthroned among the blessings of His people" (Psalm 22:3).

Addictions, cravings, lusts, etc., arise from a refusal to be satisfied, by hungering for more than the blessing of the present moment. "My people have committed two evils: they have forsaken me, the fountain of living waters, and hewed out cisterns for themselves, broken cisterns that can hold no water" (Jer. 2:13). The living waters are present for us, but we will only find them if we open our hearts to the wonder of God in this moment. We can "break the spell" of continual dissatisfaction, of the power of greed, ambition, and so on, when we discover that our constant hunger is really a cry for God and His blessing. This is the blessed “hunger and thirst” given by the Spirit (Matt. 5:6). Our sense of inner emptiness is an invitation to come to the waters and drink life. So come to God's table and ask the Lord Yeshua to give you the water that will satisfy your heart's true thirst for life...

It is written: “Oh, taste and see that the LORD is good! Blessed is the man who takes refuge in him! Oh, fear the LORD, you his saints, for those who fear him have no lack” (Psalm 34:8-9). We can only “taste and see” when we are earnest however, when we seek God with passion... When you pray, lift up your heart and soul to God, asking for the miracle to surrender to Him in the truth. Where it says, "with all your heart" (בְּכָל־לְבָבְךָ), present before him all your passion and desires; your hopes and your needs, your fears and your anger; and where it says, "with all your soul" (וּבְכָל־נַפְשְׁךָ), offer before him your very soul, as if to be sacrificed in his service; and where it says, "with all your muchness" (וּבְכָל־מְאדֶךָ) offer to him all your strength, all your means, and all your dreams. Ask to be filled with the Ruach HaKodesh to be enabled to apprehend the glory of God in the face of the Messiah (בִּפְנֵי הַמָּשִׁיחַ), through whom we are being transformed for the glory of God.

[ Hebrew for Christians ]

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Psalm 34:8 reading:

https://hebrew4christians.com/Blessings/Blessing_Cards/psalm34-8-jjp.mp3

Hebrew page:

https://hebrew4christians.com/Blessings/Blessing_Cards/psalm34-8-lesson.pdf

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from yesterday’s email by Israel 365:

Psalm 23 is a familiar friend to many, and its comforting words are often recited in times of need. But how often do we stop and think about the words we are saying? As with any all-too-familiar passage, we often recite it without fully understanding the depth of the words that we are reciting.

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

November 25, 2023

The Dayspring from on High

“Through the tender mercy of our God; whereby the dayspring from on high hath visited us.” (Luke 1:78)

This is an unusual, but beautiful, name of the coming Savior given Him by Zacharias when he was “filled with the Holy Ghost, and prophesied” (Luke 1:67). In that same prophecy, Zacharias also called that coming one “the Highest” and “the Lord” who would “give knowledge of salvation unto his people by the remission of their sins” (vv. 76-77). Just six months later, Jesus was born.

The Greek word here translated “dayspring” is so translated only this one time. It refers to the metaphorical spring from which the sun springs forth each day, and so is usually translated simply as “the east.” It is interesting that it is used three times in connection with the story of the wise men “from the east” who saw “his star in the east,” and then, when they reached Bethlehem once again, “the star, which they saw in the east,” led them to the one who was Himself “the dayspring” (Matthew 2:1-2, 9).

There is one other sunrise appropriately presaged here. Many years later, the women who had tearfully watched the Lord being crucified and buried came to His sepulcher to anoint Him with sweet spices “at the rising of the sun” (Mark 16:2) immediately after He had risen from the dead. Here a closely related word is the word translated “rising.”

There is another great sunrise coming, as promised in the last chapter of the Old Testament. “But unto you that fear my name shall the Sun of righteousness arise with healing in his wings” (Malachi 4:2). He who is Himself “the light of the world” (John 8:12) will someday even replace the sun in the new Jerusalem. There will never be another sunrise after that, for “there shall be no night there...neither light of the sun; for the Lord God giveth them light” (Revelation 22:5). HMM

[scrollypoly]

C.., could I request obs nsfw alphabet if your willing to? 👉👈

Observer? Hmm, I am willing but I've never particularly thought about him before 🤔 This should be interesting~

Gonna give a general CW for stalking and dub con stuff just in case

MINORS/AGELESS BLOGS - DO NOT INTERACT, you will be blocked

Observer's NSFW Alphabet

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

Not the best but not the worst. Will make sure you aren't too banged up and patch up any wounds. You'll probably have to drag his ass into a shower though 😒

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

Your ass. No joke, he will bite it and spank it all he wants. As for him, he likes his hands and his arms. He's not too beefy, but he's strong enough to hold you up against him or the wall, and that makes him feel strong and sexy

C = Cum (Anything to do with cum basically… I’m a disgusting person)

Please let him cum on you, anywhere on you, it drives him crazy to see you with your mouth lolled open as he paints your face and tits with his orgasm 🥴

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

Honestly his dirty secret is probably that he is a bit of a sex fiend 🤭 He puts up this very controlled and quiet front, but if you push his buttons its like unleashing a monster.

E = Experience (How experienced are they? Do they know what they’re doing?)

Decently experienced, though to be fair he's watched more porn than actually fucked people. So, you might have to tell him how to do it a bit jhfjsdhf 🤭😒

F = Favourite Position (This goes without saying. Will probably include a visual)

Doggy style, or him pinning you against the wall in any way. Or any way he can film you for a good view~

G = Goofy (Are they more serious in the moment, or are they humorous, etc)

Is there a sinister kind of goofy? Cuz if there is, he's that. It's more a making fun of you kind of goofy 😏

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

Keeps himself put together, so nicely trimmed and maybe shaved to be contained

I = Intimacy (How are they during the moment, romantic aspect…)

Not super intimate. It's more fun to take you by surprise and take what he wants. He'll have a fuck buddy before a realtionship

J = Jack Off (Masturbation headcanon)

Jacks off quite a bit. He doesn't just do it to cum tho, he likes to tease himself and take his time, maybe even edge himself. Also likes to call you when he does to fluster you 😳🙈

K = Kink (One or more of their kinks)

Literally if you do not see this man as a voyeur, that is your fault and you are wrong. He probably has a stash of footage of the two of you, or just stuff he got while stalking you. Also has a thing for knives, but fr who doesn't here

L = Location (Favourite places to do the do)

Anywhere. Seriously you think any of these nasty men care about where they'd rail you?? You have more faith in them than I do, that's for sure. This fuck will be just as happy to rail you in a tiny ass uncomfy closet as he would in your bed

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

Making you flustered or uncomfy njshrf. If he has an opportunity to make you squirm and go red he will take it and abuse it~ 🤗

N = NO (Something they wouldn’t do, turn offs)

Do not tie him up he will get so mad and try to kill you, I'm not kidding. Also do not take a knife to him 😬

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

He really wants to fuck your face 🥺 he really wants to see your eyes water and hear you gag and struggle around him as he makes a mess of your mouth, wants to feel your nails dig into his hips before sliding down between your legs because you're so wet from how he uses you 😩💦

P = Pace (Are they fats and rough? Slow and sensual? etc.)

Fast and rough, will slow down to tease and hear you beg though 😏

Q = Quickie (Their opinions on quickies rather than proper sex, how often, etc.)

Loves quickies, will gladly pull you on his lap to fuck you fast and hard and stuff you full of cum and then just casually will go back to editing.

R = Risk (Are they game to experiment, do they take risks, etc.)

Totally down. Especially if it makes you squirm. Prepare to be dragged into risks as well.

S = Stamina (How many rounds can they go for, how long do they last…)

A bit higher than average, curse his human body limit. He wants to fuck you for hours, but cuz of how hard he goes he has to take a small break 🤭

T = Toy (Do they own toys? Do they use them? On a partner or themselves?)

Yes but to be fair, he probably snatched them from other people. Collecting. Don't be surprised if something goes missing from your toy box 😳🤫

U = Unfair (how much they like to tease)

A huge tease, loves to tease you until you can barely take it and then just drop it and go. He thinks its funny how much it distresses you 😋

V = Volume (How loud they are, what sounds they make)

Not super loud, but not quiet. Loves to dirty talk right in your ear and groan lowly for you

W = Wild Card (Get a random headcanon for the character of your choice)

Idk how clear I've made this so far, but this boy is not nice sdjksdjsk. He's a big sadist and loves to degrade and be mean to you. He probably met you through unsavory means as well. But if he really likes you and trusts you, he softens up and gets much sweeter. It's rare though, but not impossible 🥺💕

X = X-Ray (Let’s see what’s going on in those pants, picture or words)

Between 6.5 and 7 inches, a little skinny but gets thicker near the middle.

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

A decently high sex drive, its so hard not to rate these on a scale of one to 5. I would rank him a 3.5

Z = ZZZ (… how quickly they fall asleep afterwards)

Does not lol, he's gonna sit there and stare at you like a creep and snap a couple of pictures for good measure, before ducking out of the room and moving on ¯\_(ツ)_/¯

#observer smut #tribe twelve smut #slenderverse smut #creepypasta smut #my wriitng #my posts #nsft #kinktober

[just-a-creep-babe]

Kinktober Day 29

The Observer: Strip Tease, Lap Dance & Dry Humping

~Requests are closed~

Masterlist: x

Any tips are greatly appreciated!

The Observer sits back, cocky grin on his attractive features as he props his elbows up either side of the couch’s headrest

You puff your cheeks and furrow your brows, pouting as you try to think of a way to go about this

He laughs

“Don’t worry, little one. You’ve no reason to be nervous~”

His voice is as smooth and deep as ever, a pleasant hum in the lilt of his tone

And though it’s never failed to soothe your nerves, tonight’s the exception

You lost your end of the bargain and it’s time you pay your dues

“Easy for you to say” you murmur beneath your breath, though you know he still hears it

Damn those heightened abilities

“What’re you so worried for?” he continues, as placid as ever, “I've seen you strip countless times, in case you’ve forgotten~”

His teeth are a sharp contrast to the darkness around him as his lips curl back into a grin

You hold back a shudder remembering all the things those teeth do to you—all the sweet sounds they can pull from your mouth

“This isn’t the same” you fold your arms over your chest, feeling defensive “I just... I think I need a minute”

“We don’t have to if you don’t want to” he reassures, head tilting to the side

You puff your cheeks out again

Were you really going to chicken out of this?

No, you wouldn’t

You shake your head “N-no, I want to,” you swallow, “I want to do this”

His smile widens as he gestures vaguely with his hands “Take your time then, darling~”

A few deep breaths later, you’re pressing play on the music and trying to get yourself into the rhythm

The song is slow and sensual, with a beat that’s easy to match to the swaying of your hips as you start your dance

He leans back, though you can practically feel him take in the sight of your form, carefully drinking up your curves as step by step, you start making your way closer to him

Grin never once faltering, he spreads his legs for you to sit on the couch, just inches from his very obvious hard-on

You try not to let yourself get intimidated, forcing all of your concentration on the music and the way your body reacts to it

Swaying your hips, you dip between his legs, and the way his hands caress over your form has your whole body buzzing with anticipation

You guide his hands up and over your form, letting him get a taste of the way you feel

And just as he’s getting greedy, you stand again, still moving to the beat of the music

Already growing somewhat more confident, you make a show of peeling off your top, revealing a black bralette with plenty of crisscrossing straps and tantalizing lace

He sucks in a breath at the sight of it and your heart flutters with pride

Left in your bra with a short black skirt and thigh highs, you know you must look good, especially with the way he leans forwards, completely engrossed in your little show

You hum the words of the song, something about wanting someone you can’t have, then twirl around and dip down only to slowly move back up again, giving him the perfect view of the lacy underwear you’re wearing beneath the skirt

You look back at him as you move up again, only to find that he’s reclined once more, though he’s got a hand on his bulge and he’s palming himself through his pants

You sing along with the chorus and catch his cock twitching in its restraints

You have to hold back a smirk at the sight

Feeling completely in control by now, you give another slow whirl, hips swaying, and tease at the idea of removing your bralette before giving one last twirl and returning to face him

You return to sit on his lap, cushiony flesh of your ass grinding down against him and he hisses in another breath

Beat thumping rhythmically, hypnotizingly, you bring his hands back to your form, letting him feel your skin beneath the thin material

It has him groaning, chest rumbling in a pleased purr

You wrap your arms around his neck, feeling the muscles of his broad shoulders roll beneath skin

And then he’s leaning into your neck, his breath hot on your throat and suddenly you’re not too sure who‘s in control anymore

“Can I make a recommendation?” he asks, voice thick and deliciously husky

You bite your lip and nod, flushing, tangling a hand into his hair

His hands move to the hem of your skirt, giving it a faint tug, snapping the elastic around your waist

“This comes off”

The breath catches in your throat at the sound of his voice, a low hum that’s nothing short of enticing

Oh how badly you want him to skip over all of this and just have him fuck you numb already

But you swallow back your eagerness and roll your hips over him instead, moving until you’re standing back up

Slowly but surely, the skirt comes off, showing more and more of the smooth skin of your thighs until it’s pooling at your feet and you’re stepping out of it

You move back towards him, settling on his lap to bring yourself to grind against him again, still keeping to the beat of the song

He feels up your hips, running long fingers up your body before returning back down, guiding you on top of him

Your hands return to his hair, nails dragging into his scalp, which has him growling and rolling his leg up to bump into your clit

You hold back a whine, though part of it manages to slip free

You’ve thoroughly soaked through your panties and you’re more than aware of the way you’ve probably also drenched his pants by now

“Observer~”

You breathe his name in a moan, your body feeling like it’s on fire as you keep grinding down on him

He groans, moving up to your tits, toying with your nipples through the delicate fabric

“Aren’t you such a good little morsel” he growls

Your back arches, needing to feel more of him, but it seems the both of you have become hellbent on holding out until the other gives in

He traces down your sides before moving to your ass, where he grabs fistfuls of flesh and coaxes you to hump against his crotch

“Atta girl” he groans

You shift, and it has the outline of his member running up and down your covered slit

Embarrassed as you might be to admit it, you can already feel yourself growing close to your climax

A harsh smack to your ass has you buckling, legs almost trembling on top of him

The friction between your legs combined with the way his hands keep roaming your body and teasing your most sensitive spots has you unraveling before him

He licks a long stripe up your neck, playing with your flesh between teeth and everything inside of you tightens

“Fuck—O-obs, I’m—“ you cut yourself off with a choked whine, gut coiling, adrenaline pumping through your system like molten bliss 

“Is my little morsel going to cum?”

He forces you down against him, hard, and the intensity of his body pressing against yours is all it takes for you to lurch and moan loudly, burying your face into his neck as you grip onto him and cum

Your body shakes and reels from the overwhelming jolts in your core

He lets you come down from your high before fumbling at the clasp of your bra and the material falls away, showing your chest bare to his appreciative eyes

“I’m not done with you quite yet, little one~”

#the observer #observer #the observer x reader #the observer x reader smut #observer x reader smut #tribe twelve #tribetwelve #creepypasta x reader #creepypasta #slenderverse #creepypasta kinktober #kinktober

[forensic420]

hi!! (i finally found the ask button lolol) could i ask for something of prebrand/future noah or firebrand (whichever you'd like to write for more)?? it could be literally anything, i just need content of them cuz they're comfort characters for me :^D

thank u!!

yeah well how about i give u both 😎

Firebrand Noah

You see him in mirrors and reflections. Little notes and trinkets appearing around your house and in your belongings. He had a special way of showing he cared, either that being messages written in a cryptic language or random bruises and marks. Firebrand is an observer, always looking at you with a plain face and following eyes.

“You okay, hun?” You’d ask, looking over your shoulder while doing some other task only to see him standing in a dimly lit corner watching you. You can see he’s embarrassed and looks around frequently before he’s walking out the nearest entrance. “Okay..” Said you with a low voice.

Prebrand Noah

At this point you’re practically sobbing on your knees. You had lost Noah somewhere around the boardwalk about an two hours ago. It had only taken a giant spider for you to breakdown and cry for Noah. You whimper and fall back when you notice the worn out shoes in front of you. Looking up you find to see a man, more specifically a shaggy looking Noah with short hair and bangs.

“Noah..?” You ask, voice horse. He examines you, noticing your tear stained face and bloody hands. “Somewhat.” He responds, his voice is higher than Noah’s. You wobbly stand up, keeping your eyes on him. Prebrand searches around his satchel before taking out some bandages, which are worn out at all hell. He places them in your palm and grasps your hands, staring at you. “Take care I guess…Y/N” Is all he says before releasing your hands and walking down the rest of the boardwalk before disappearing around a corner.

#creepypasta #creepypasta smut #creepypasta x reader #marble hornets #marble hornets smut #marble hornets x reader #slenderverse #slenderverse smut #smut #everymanhybrid smut #tribe twelve x reader #tribe twelve smut #twibe twelve #firebrand #prebrand #firebrand x reader #prebrand x reader #brian thomas smut #hoodie smut

[royallyprincesslilly]

KinkToberFest Fic Collection #3🔥🔥🔥

Title: Your Body is My Wonderland 🔥🔥🔥

M’Baku x Reader {One-Shot}

Warning: SMUT, NSFW, Body Worship & Sploshing (Edible Body Paint)

Word Count: 3.8K

Note: The second man I am apprehensive to write about, or even dare to post about. M’Baku wives, please forgive me if this does not fit your king, I did try my best. As always, thank you for reading!!!! {I got a little carried away, oops.} FOLLOW THE RATING UP TOP.

***Loosely Edited/Proofread***

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It had been a long winter. A winter that had many, many problems. Problems that began with the fishing quantities and went on to a lack of resources in the harvest to divide adequately among the tribe. It was a winter for the books, and your husband, the chief of the Jabari was the one everyone looked to not only to solve the problems but calm everyone’s worries. It was a big job for one man, a job that often required long hours, sleepless nights and countless trips away with his men. So, what did that mean for everything and everyone else? Loneliness.

  It was now April; the snow and ice had melted, and the days were longer with more and more sunshine. Though the days were warmer, your nights were still chilly, even more so because your husband, the Chief, spent many of them working. It seemed there had been no time to rest. After the complex winter months, the grueling spring ones were upon you now. Crops needed tending; each family within the tribe needed their own attention from the Chief and Chieftess, diplomacy needed to be handled delicately, especially now when the big city and those of the Jabari were forging a new path—a united one.

M’Baku was gone every morning before you woke and in well past when you went to sleep, no matter how hard you tried to remain awake for him, it never worked out in your favor. You even tried to steal moments with him throughout the day in between each of your engagements. All that equated out to be were slight hand grazes, longing gazes, and near kisses. Every time you glanced at him you could see a storm brewing behind his deep soulful eyes. You didn’t know if it were from all the stress he was under, or perhaps he’d grown tired of you.

  You’d been married for barely a year now. You’d expected the embers of love and desire to still be burning brightly, but it was not, and you didn’t know why. Before you married, you’d heard quite the rumors of your chief’s appetite for all things amorous. Many of the unwed women whispered among each other of the tales they’d heard of his stamina, his technique, and even his preferences. From those rumors you’d gathered he was a passionate man who enjoyed pleasure thoroughly. When you married, you worried you wouldn’t be able to satisfy him because of your inexperience and shyness, but he was kind to you, took his time and taught you many things. You’d begun to think it was you. Perhaps he’d grown tired of teaching you and wished for a woman—a wife who could please him properly. Those thoughts worried you.

  Sighing, you walked into your Chieftess quarters and closed the heavy sliding wooden doors behind you. You pressed your back to the door, closed your eyes and tried to center yourself. It had been an exceptionally long day, and it wasn’t even over; it was barely close to sundown. You shouldn’t have been hiding out, but you were. This was the first free moment you had to yourself all day. Just as you felt yourself relaxing there was a knock. “Hanuman!”

  The knock came again, and you opened the door to see your most trusted friend on your detail, En’eyea. “I am sorry for the interruption, Chieftess; I have a message for you.”

  “A message? From whom?” She held out the folded paper. On the outside of it was the seal of your husband. It was such a formal way for him to send a message to you. Usually, he would send any messages that were not private through word of mouth through one of your maids, or even a simple note. This was not simple. You took the paper.

  “Thank you, En’eyea.” She nodded and bowed her head to you before she backed away and walked down the hall. Staring at the paper for far too long, you rolled your eyes, broke the seal that held the image of the great gorilla god, with the intricate and elaborately crafted letters “M” and “J.” it was his seal no doubt, even it demanded respect and asserted power. As you opened the note you recognized M’Baku’s handwriting.

  Sithandwa,

 I wish to see you this evening. When the sun disappears behind the great mountain, come to the Waterhouse.

 -M’Baku

  It was direct, not an ounce of affection in it besides his nickname for you. You stood there reading and re-reading the note allowing your thoughts to run away from you. Before you knew it you were more than fifteen minutes late for your next obligation.

  As you hurried there, you tried to focus on the task at hand; this was your pet project. You’d worked hard to bring together all the female members of the tribe. You wanted each and every one of them to know they served a higher purpose than cooking, cleaning and taking care of their men. You’d established opportunities for them to learn more than others thought they should. You’d fought long and hard with your husband to do it. Now every woman of the Jabari could learn and practice anything they wished. You sat with the women and listened to them all, and it was enough to take your mind off of what your husband could possibly want to see you about.

  When the last of the group left the room, you saw the sun had just about disappeared and created a dewy glow across the sky. It was like one of his paintings that hung in your martial chambers. Excusing yourself, you dressed in your furs. While it was April, once the sun disappeared there was a slight chill in the air, and the path to the Waterhouse was higher in the mountains which meant the breeze was stronger. Once you walked outside of the palace you followed the torch-lit path through the village. As you passed tribe members they all graciously nodded their heads to you and even saluted you showing their respect. Before you were the Chieftess, they all knew you and your family; they’d seen you grow from a child to a woman. You were not a stranger to the tribe.

  Once you made it to the great mountain and you began your twelve-minute walk to the Waterhouse and enjoyed the beautiful views of Wakanda at the same time. It was perfect, and you could not imagine being anywhere else on Earth. As you neared the mountain you saw a trail of flowers begin, and your feet stopped looking around you. Not seeing anyone around, you continued wondering what was going on. When the gate to the Waterhouse was in sight the trail of flowers turned yellow and red, the colors of the flowers from your wedding day to M’Baku. You bent down and took up a few petals and examined them. They were, in fact, the same flowers. Your heart began to beat rapidly. Once you stopped at the gate you took a few calming breathes and walked through it.

  The courtyard of the Waterhouse was a favorite of yours. It always reminded you of a serene garden no matter the time of year. In the winter, it was snow-covered with crystal-like icicles and winter flowers of blues and gold. In the spring it had sprigs of green grass growing from underneath the cold earth, and green leaves beginning to sprout from branches with red and yellow flowers as far as the eye could see. In summer it came alive with an abundance of colors, smells and sounds, and fall was when the air carried the fragrant smells of purple flowers across the mountains down to the tribal lands.

  The red and yellow flower trail continued to the door of the house, and before you pushed it open you noticed the slight tremble of your hand. Once you did, you stepped inside and looked around the familiar surroundings. This was a place that was meant for the Chief and Chieftess, but M’Baku opened it up for all of the tribe. The therapeutic waters and transcending views worked miracles on the body and the mind. You slowly walked through the house along the flower trail to the door when it stopped. Opening the door, you saw your Herculean built husband standing before a stone tub with nothing on but his tribal wrap around his waist. It sat just at his hips, giving you the mouthwatering sight of just how much muscle he’d added over the winter.

Where some men added extra pounds during winter to keep warm, your husband added muscle.

“Intaka encinci entle.” You smiled at the term of endearment. M’Baku held out his hand to you, and without hesitation you crossed the wooden floors to him. Once before him, you placed your hand in his. M’Baku lifted it to his lips and grazed a soft kiss across your knuckles. You unfolded your hand and caressed the soft skin of his cheek.

 “Othandekayo,” you whispered.

  “I am sorry.”

  “What are you sorry for?”

  “It has been many months since I have been a husband to you. It has been far too long since I have shown you just how precious you are to me sithandwa,” M’Baku spoke with his forehead pressed to yours. Your heart soared hearing his words especially since your day was spent worrying he felt the opposite for you. A tear slid down your face. M’Baku pulled you back and watched it drip from your jaw.

“Uyakhala. Yintoni sithandwa?” His thumb brushed across your cheek, drying the salty substance.

“I am sorry, my love.”

“Tell me what I have done.” You crashed your body to his and pressed your cheek onto his bare chest. The sound of his heart pounding was just what you needed.

“Y/N, ndiyacela.”

“It is nothing, my love. I just feared you had tired of me, feared you no longer loved me.”

You heard his heart slow before he pulled you back to stare deeply into your eyes.

“I could never. Hanuman as my witness, my love for you shall never fade, and my desire for you is relentless. It has killed me not to be able to have not even one day to show you. I am endlessly sorry. Intliziyo yam iyakulangazelela.”

You could see the passion and heat behind his eyes, and it made your skin prickle with goosebumps. M’Baku’s lips dropped to yours and softly kissed you with an increasing intensity that sucked the very air from your lungs. When he pulled back you gasped for the lost air as his lips connected to your neck and peppered kisses down to your shoulder. M’Baku’s fingers deftly unlaced and unfastened the garments on your body. One by one each layer fell to the wood floor until you were naked before him. His gaze slowly traveled across every inch of exposed flesh then you heard him suck in a breath.

“Ukumkanikazi wam omuhle.” He dropped to one knee before you.

“My king, what are you doing?”

“Bowing to my queen—my only.”

You smiled and dipped down to claim his lips in another heated kiss. As M’Baku rose to his feet, he lifted you in his strong arms and held you against his heated body. Before you knew it he was allowing you to slide down into warmed water.

“Allow me to make amends, my wife.” He dropped to his knees beside the tub and gathered the fabric along with the bar of soap and began making a lather. When the cloth swiped along your arm up to your shoulder it left a fragrant path of luscious suds in its wake.

Slowly he bathed you taking care to wash every area of your uniquely, curvaceous body. As his hands slowly traveled across your skin you noticed his eyes never left the path of the cloth he held. With every passing minute you could tell what he was feeling. You knew what he wanted. When his eyes met yours you nearly came undone right there.

“Stand for me, my chieftess.” You stood in the water, and the soapy trail slid down your body. M’Baku watched each bubble on its race to rejoin the water around your shins. His tongue snaked out and across his bottom lip. Gathering both hands filled with water he stretched onto his knees and released the cascade onto your body.

“You are so beautiful. Every inch of you, I have longed for this view for more nights than I can ever explain. His hands slowly descended your body, beginning at your neck then across to your breasts. He then gently cupped them and kneaded your flesh.

“I worship at your feet, my love. Every inch of you. Your skin is like spun honey and sugar with the grace of the purest silk.” His hands dipped across your stomach then over the full swell of your hips. M’Baku pulled you to him, and he bit onto the flesh of your belly. You hissed at the sudden slight pain. It was only momentary pain though, M’Baku’s lips were there to soothe it instantaneously. Your hands connected at the back of his head and then you felt his lips trail to your pubis. Your head fell back when you felt his lips kiss the most intimate part of you.

“M’Baku,” you whispered. It was his encouragement, an encouragement he willingly obeyed and delved his tongue between your folds. Your moans were the only sound in the great room.

Just when you were getting weak in the knees, M’Baku quickly stood claimed your lips and scooped you out of the tub before he was walking again. When you pulled away to see where he’d taken you, you saw you were in another room with a large white mat across the center. You looked to M’Baku for any clue as to what you were doing here and what he had in store. All he did was smile.

“Uyandithemba sithandwa sam?” You studied his eyes and nodded your head.

“With all that I am othandekayo,” you responded.

He smiled, kissed your nose, and walked you to the mat then lowered you onto it. Once you touched it, you recognized it didn’t feel like a regular carpet or mat. It felt textured, similar to his canvases. “What is this, M’Baku?” When you looked to him he was walking away to the opposite side of the room. You took the time to admire his frame. Your husband was the most beautiful man you’d ever laid eyes on. When he turned to look at you, you could tell he knew it. A cocky smirk decorated his lips as he walked back to you with a trey in his hands. Once he was again by your side he placed it down and stared at you. Your belly flipped, and you smiled, feeling a little embarrassed under the intense heat of his eyes.

“Lie back for my Y/N.” You did as he requested and lied onto your back and waited for him to make a move. For almost a minute, he did not; he just scanned your body. Then he opened the lids off the nine jars that were on the tray then took up a brush to dip it into one of the pots. When he lifted it the tip of the brush was coated with a white substance that looked like paint.

“You are my muse and my subject, you are my canvas, and your body will be my art, my love. I plan on worshiping every single inch of you with my love.”

M’Baku trailed the tip of the brush across your skin in swirls. The coldness of the paint, coupled with the whispy strokes of the brush made you wriggle under his expert wrist strokes. When he lifted the brush the center of your body had a beautiful swirl.

“Try not to move, my queen.” He slid his tongue across the painted swirl he just made along the entire trail of it, ending just at your collar. Once he was finished you were already a panting mess. You moaned and looked to him, his mischievous smile made your spine heat.

Again he dipped the brush into one of the jars and came away with a bright yellow paint this time. M’Baku circled each of your breasts, then dipped into another pot and painted smaller red circles around your nipples. He then inched back and admired his work before he smiled and continued his painting. Every dip into a jar produced a different colored paint that he used to decorate every inch of your skin with intricate symbols of the Jabari. As he painted across your skin he whispered what each symbol meant. “Love.” “Passion.” “Desire.” “Obsession.” “Life.” “Beauty.” “Intelligence.” “Skill.” “Power.” “Joy.” He was truly worshiping every inch of your body, not only with the attention of the brush but that of his lips and hands. No part of him left any part of you.

By the time he stood to examine his work, every inch of your skin was covered. “You are more beautiful than the rising and setting sun my love.” You were so on edge you needed more of him than ever before. As if he could read your mind he smiled “Roll for me intaka encinci.”

You rolled across the canvas slowly. Every roll you made the painted symbols imprinted into the canvas. His smile widened the further you went. You lost track of how many rolls your body did. Once you stopped he was standing above you again holding four of the jars. Without a word he poured them onto your body. Your eyes never left his. You dropped your hands to your body and rubbed the paint across your skin, up your belly around your breasts to your neck and jaw. A splash of the pain landed on your mouth, and you tipped your tongue out surprised when it tasted like berries, coconut, lemon, and other fruits that corresponded with the color. Somehow he’d made edible paint. Your realization made him smile widely. A wave of love washed through you. “Roll.”

Again you rolled across the canvas slithering your body across it. M’Baku slowly followed you until you stopped. He was now standing between your spread legs. You lifted your legs and hooked your toes into the waist of the tribal wrap he wore, and you pulled it until the fabric fell, finally revealing him to your hungry eyes. You sank your teeth into your bottom lip.

“Is it my turn, my Chief?” M’Baku dripped to his knees between your legs and pressed his heavy frame to your body. You moaned and claimed his lips as yours. His moans echoed in the room feeding the fire of your desire. His lips dropped to your neck and lapped at the flavored paint that was smeared across your skin. His movements were not slow, which said he’d pushed himself to the edge of his need. When his lips sucked, licked, and lapped at your breast you hugged his head to your body and relished the feel of his mouth on you.

M’Baku dropped his mouth lower to your nether lips and hungrily savored your taste. Slow was not in his vocabulary right now; he licked and teased your flesh as expertly as ever. His tongue quickly flicked against your swollen need, and before you knew it you’d came right on his mouth. He lapped at your juices but didn’t look as if he had any intention of stopping.

You had other plans. With all your strength, you pushed at him and rolled onto him. You were surprised you were able to overpower him, and by the look on his face he was also surprised. M’Baku smiled. “Feeling powerful, my queen?”

“You are about to see how powerful I feel, my king.”

You reached for the jars and retuned the favor pouring their contents across his chestnut skin. It was a sin for any man to possess such beauty, you thought as the colorful paints combined and swirled across his skin. Lifting the paintbrush you swirled it around the pool of paint and absentmindedly began making your masterpiece. You didn’t paint anything in particular you just had to fake it long enough to drive him crazy.

He knew just what you were doing, and he didn’t allow it for long. After a few minutes, he grabbed your wrist, and the brush fell. He pressed you to his chest and kissed you hungrily. He the slickness of the pain against your bodies made this feel incredibly erotic. You tore your lips from his and traveled across his chest down to the delicious snack that awaited you. Dropping your mouth over his swollen length he grunted and bucked his hips. The mixture of flavors in your mouth made you moan on him which made his length violently pulsate. 

After only a few minutes, M’Baku rolled onto you and settled between your thighs then thrust forward, fully sheathing himself within your heat. From the first touch of bliss, neither of you could wait any longer, and soon you were going at it like his namesake animal. Neither of you held in the sounds of your pleasure or passion for the other. Your name from his lips bounced off the walls, and his name was muffled into the canvas once he flipped you onto your stomach.

As he pounded into you, he proved to you just why he was Chief of the Jabari, just why so many in the tribe lusted after him, why he demanded attention, respect, and authority with every move he made. This man was born to be a king; this man was your king, your one and only.

You screamed loudly when your felt yet another orgasm rip through you. “Y/N!” You felt M’Baku’s strokes speed and become sloppier as he chased the release he’d denied himself for weeks. The way he hammered into you made you weak, and you knew you’d be sore for the next several days. You didn’t care, it had been way too long, and you needed every inch of him.

“More!”

Without words, he obeyed your demand and delivered one bruising thrust after another into your leaking cavern of love. “M’Baku!”

“Shower me with your love, Y/N. Let my seed take bloom!” You felt the eruption within you as he filled you. The force made you clench around him, which made him push you to the canvas again with his hand harshly gripping the back of your neck as he delivered the final two, three, four thrusts. On the last the both of your shouted in unison and allowed your pleasure to dance through you.

Your bodies shook together, and neither of you could move. Before he crushed you, M’Baku rolled off of you hooking his arm around your abdomen to keep himself buried deep inside of you. You now laid on your sides with him behind you kisses your shoulders.

“Your body is my wonderland intaka encinci entle. I will worship at its alters until my last breath.”

You smiled and settled into his protective arms and found the first satisfying sleep you’d had in months.

Glossary:

 - Uyakhala. Yintoni sithandwa = You cry. What is it dear one?

- Intaka encinci entle = Beautiful little bird.

- Othandekayo = Beloved

- Intliziyo yam iyakulangazelela = My heart yearns for you.

- Ndiyacela = Please

- Ukumkanikazi wam omuhle = My beautiful queen.

- Uyandithemba sithandwa sam? = Do you trust me, my dear?

-Sithandwa = My Dear/Dear One

**Translations Courtesy of Google.com

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