#''hold me to my sins / but i'm too busy paying his''

[mercylie]

AND I CAN'T STOMACH THE WAY SHE'S TUGGING AT THE SAFETY 42 TEETH, WHERE'S YOUR BACKBONE, BABY? WON'T YOU DEVASTATE ME? SWITCH AND BAIT ME MAKE IT GOOD, MAKE IT LAST, ENTERTAIN ME—

[chrolloluvr]

Hi, happy to see you back❤. I remember in one of your previous works, you mentioned Mammon possibly would babytrap reader. May you please write something on this topic?

♡ Toxic!Mammon: Babytrapping Hcs ♡

Note: Ty! Also she is referring to this post. THANK YOU FOR ALL THE REQUESTS!!! KEEP THEM COMING POOKIES! ALSO IK I HAVENT MADE AN ACTUAL POST IN A WHILE SO HERE YALL GO

Female!reader, AFAB

Warnings: NSFW, toxic themes, creampie, future child, exploiting

He will babytrap you, 100%

As I have said before, Mammon likes the idea of having complete control over you, your life, and everything you do. And what better of a way to do that than making you bear his child?

He gets this magical, invasive idea when talking to one of his work buddies. He was talking about how annoying you were, even though he cannot live without you, when his co-worker mentions how much responsibility and care a woman has for her children. And the idea hits him. If you are just going to sit around lazily all day like a spoiled brat, why not add a child into the mix?

So he will have you prowled up against his chest, his cock basically stuffing you full, as he pistons in and out of your already sore pussy. Seemingly out of nowhere, telling you

"You'd be such a good mother, wouldn't you babe."

"'Wanna see you swoll with my kids, wouldn't that be somethin'-"

Which makes you feel physically ill. Raising a child with Mamm would be basically impossible. You would never raise a child with this man. Would he support you? Would he genuinley care for your baby? Oh Satan, would he even care-

Your thoughts are abrupted as Mammon stuffs you with his seed, finishing inside yours walls and painting them with a loud groan. He gives your ass a harsh slap, as he watches his cum spilling out of you. He looks you in the eyes, and gives you a daunty chuckle. He forces you to look up at him with your tired, exhausted eyes, as he tells you ohoho babe, we aren't finished until i'm done, alright?.

And he keeps that promise, with the goal of getting you pregnant. He knows the public would go feral. The King of Greed? With a child? It gives him a publicity boost, which in turn, is good for his business, and his image.

Once you find out you are pregnant, you have to eventually tell Mammon, to your dismay. Every day, he makes you take an on brand pregnancy test as he watches. He will hold the test while you pee. Yes you heard me right. So when the test says positive one day, he is over the moon. Not at the fact that he is going to be a father, but at the fact that he is now in complete control over you, and that he can use another part of you as a pawn in his twisted fantasy.

The paparazzi have a field day over this news, because he ends up almost immediately making an announcement. There are headlines, candid photos of you going forcefully outside by mammon, etc. Its like a never ending nightmare. And dont be mistaken, he would never let you out of his sights, or get an abortion. He thinks this is too good of an opportunity.

Behind closed doors, he will actually treat you very well. Feeding you, paying attention to your every need, and not letting you lift a finger. He may even go out of his way to find some stuff by himself at the store. He'll will make you go outside with him. But at times he has to do a meeting, or host an event, he will have his goons escort you places, making sure you go public routes, to get a really good look at your swollen belly.

Brings you to meetings during this time, and picking your outfits carefully. He cant have his darling wearing any disgusting maternity clothes. So he will have you perches on his lap while he sits in his seat, embarrassment eating you whole as you see the sins/overlords snickering and bickering presumably at you. He has one hand rubbing your round belly, and one hand rubbing your shoulders as Mammon discusses his newest buisness plan.

He would create a Mammon Baby Care line. He knows he will profit off your pregnancy

"Alright fellas, so i was thinking for the ladys, a Mammon breast pump, hm? Its great right? Oh! And Mammon themed bibs, ha! Sure to make me a bunch, right babes?"

People think, how could you let Mammon knock you up? Of course, millions of girls idolize Mammon, and would want to be with him. But sometimes it feels like you are the only one who is infatuated with him. So you will try to look past the fact that he got you pregnant. You'll just try to be hopeful. But it is literally impossible with the way he keeps sweet talking you, as you snap back into the sad reality that you will be having Mammons child, and raising it. No questions to be asked.

He will lead you to subconsciously feel insecure about you and your body. He will squeeze your newly chubby cheeks, glaze his fingers over your stretch marks newly littering your body, etc. And he definitely does that on purpose.

As you reach up to the half full Nutella jar in the high cabinet in the kitchen, you hear a pair of loud footsteps coming behind you. Its Mammon. You try your best to ignore him, but you cant help but feel uneasy when you feel a pair of familiar eyes on you. It is currently 1:30 AM, and he is in a really tired mood.

"You need help sweets?"

He said with a suckle voice, knowing its affects on you are vast. He looks you up and down, admiring your perfect body in his mind. Your curves, belly, and the look your giving him. It makes him want to just bend you over and fuck your brains out likes theres no tomorrow. But he cant, he just has to be extra agile with you.

"Mamm..."

"Yeah?"

"Do I look fat?"

Ohhh boy. The question you always ask when you feel like he's eyeing you up. he hates when you ask that, because then he has to make up some half assed excuse to why he's looking at you a certain way. When your pregnant, he basically has to walk on eggshells around you.

"You... look like your carrying my child, and I like the sight of that."

"Okay, do you love me?"

He pauses. One wrong answer, and you'll refuse to talk to him for weeks. You two, as of your relationship, are in a really good spot right now. You will basically do anything for him. But you are really sensitive emotionally and physically, due to your hormones.

As he walks up behind you, he lifts you up by your waist, and hold you up to the cabinet, letting you reach.

"Y/N."

He says in a low, gruff voice.

"Yeah Mamm?"

"What the hell kind of question is that. Of course I love you."

He says as you look at him, face to face. You watch his eyes never leave yours, which makes you break off eye contact in a flustered state. You then realize that he is holding you, which makes you feel insecure.

"Okay, I love you too Mamm"

"Alright, now get your sweet treat, and get the fuck to bed, and hurry up. We've got a busy day tomorrow sweets."

He sets you down, and leaves the kitchen, leaving you with yourself, your Nutella and a spoon in hand. You look down at yourself, and your huge stomach. You wonder how you got yourself into this twisted predicament. You mostly worry about your baby's future as Mammons child. Because you are aware that Mammon will only use them for his own monetary gain. You cannot escape this man, even if you try. But you can always pretend you have your own free will, and you could always just eat your silly thoughts away, as Mammon always told you.

[gilverrwrites]

Idek if it’s cannon but I’m pretty sure the supers are like in the south but anyway the thought of Kons voice having a southern twang to it is highkey driving me up a wall like esp when he’s telling u to do smt during sex

It does it for me too, I always imagine him with a smidge of an accent even if he probably doesn't have one. I'm not American so please correct my geography if its wrong. Warnings: very brief, non-graphic mention of possible choking.

Lois is from Metropolis which is supposed to be in Delaware (Southern), but I think she has more of a fast talking mid-atlantic city accent.

Clark is mid-western; Smallville being in rural Kansas, I believe. Which isn't southern, but is “country” and so there is overlap there. As the 'serious investigative journalist'; Clark Kent, he tones the accent down a lot. As Superman he turns it on a bit, plays it up for the public. At home/with friends he just talks and whatever comes out is what comes out. He also, definitely lays it on thicker for Lois cause he knows it does something for her. (or Bruce, or whoever else you ship him with).

Accents aren't genetic, so Kon probably doesn't naturally have either, however, he's around them enough to pick up a bit of a twang and maybe some key phrases. Usually he just puts it on for shits and giggles, often around Lex because it pisses him off, but sometimes he uses it on you.

The first time it was an accident, you called his name as you approached, planning on asking him something but he was only half paying attention, busy joking around with Bart, so he answers with a distracted; “Yeah, Darlin’?” Whatever had been in your head quickly left the room and so did you.

Second time, he catches you staring at him absentmindedly. He stares right back until you catch on, and then he asks with a sly smirk; “You fixin’ for somethin’, hon?” You quickly avert you gaze.

By now he's catching on. The next time he sees you, he makes an effort to compliment you, asking if that's a new shade of lipstick or if you're doing something different with your hair as he runs his fingers over the feature in reference. “Well ain'chu as pretty as a peach.” He’s testing a theory, one that you unknowingly confirm by staring at your feet and letting out a bashful giggle.

From there he starts using it more and more, pushing your buttons with a half smile and a thick drawl (that the rest of the team will give him shit for later) until he's got you pressed into his mattress. Askin’ if you gussied up just for him as he tears off your clothes. Calls you cute names while he's talkin’ real sinful. “You see what you do to me, darlin'?” With his hand around your neck, desperately grinding his sex against yours.

“Thats it, honey, say my name. Say. My. Name.” While you try to rake your nails down his back, sputtering “K-Kon-onner.” over and over while he fucks you to the edge.

“You wanna cum? Yeah? Go on, sugar, cum for me.” As he holds your face in place, looking right into your pretty eyes as he fucks you through it.

[frenchkisstheabyss]

♰ ɄⱠ₮Ɽ₳ Ø₦Ɇ ♰

♰ Pairing: vampire!hyunjin x vampire!chubby!reader

♰ Genre: horror/angst

♰ Summary: A new drug's turning vampire's feral and when Hyunjin uncovers a plot to pin it all on you, he's determined to make your enemies pay even if he puts himself in danger in the process.

♰ Word Count: 2.3kish

♰ Warnings: mentioned drug use (it's synthetic blood), blood, burning alive, mentions of violence, strong language, stabbing, vampires obviously, low key psychotic love, pet names (baby, honey).

♰ A/N: I created this to have two parts. This one is more action-oriented and the second will be more romantic. I'm just trying to do my part to give us chubby badass vampire babes whose men love them enough to commit murder, ya know?

The underground club scene can grow quite boring for a vampire. Your first few blood raves make you feel more alive than you ever did when you actually had a pulse. But the ones that follow? They become so mundane and predictable that not even the introduction of human drugs can save them from losing their luster.

Enter a new drug, Ultra, synthetic blood by vampires for vampires. Guaranteed to fuck you up. One dose opens your eyes to a world far beyond your own. It mutates your cells. Alters your brain chemistry. Turns you into a brand new beast. The power you gain is addictive and the things you’ll do to hold onto it, the sins you'll commit, you don’t even want to imagine.

But you must imagine them. You are the one who created Ultra, or so they say, and some incredibly powerful people are looking to give you a taste of your own poison. Tell me, are you prepared to die? Again?

Distorted metal music ricochets off of the stone walls of the club with the force of a dozen automatic rifles firing all at once. The occasional rapid flashing of strobe lights illuminates the darkness, giving the few hundred bloodsuckers on the dance floor the closest thing to a sunrise that they can tolerate. Everyone dances except for one weasel of a man. A dealer slinking through the crowd in his worn leather jacket handing off vials of Ultra to this person and the next.

“I won’t have to do this for long,” he tells his friend at the bar when he stops to grab a drink. This friend, a fellow scumbag, grins as he knocks back a shot, completely unphased by the recent carnage caused by the shit his companion has been peddling. “The council says once I do this they can get rid of her and make room for me.” “Make room for you? Tell me you don’t really think those rich fucks would ever let us into their secret society”

The dealer nods to the bartender to give him his usual, “See, that’s your problem. You think too small. That’s why you’ll never get anywhere.” His friend only rolls his eyes, turning to check his surroundings before he leans in to offer some advice. “I’d be quieter about this if I were you. If she finds out you’re trying to set her up she’ll sick her dog on you then you won’t get anywhere either.” “Fuck her” the dealer spits, finishing off his drink, “She can sick her dog on me. I’ll just have to put him down.”

Agitated, he slams his glass down on the bar, nearly shattering it. “I’m supposed to be afraid of her?” he mutters, shoving the other man aside to turn down a winding hallway that leads to the back door. He stops in front of the door to dig for a cigarette, wincing at the brightness of the few working lights that dangle from the ceiling of the desolate hallway. The air shifts, growing colder around him, but he’s much too busy fidgeting with his lighter to notice the change. Too lost in the ecstasy of that first drag to notice the shadow along the wall closing in on him. “I don’t even know why they have to do all of this. Should just kill her. She’s just some stupid b—”  

An ice pick pierces his neck from behind, taking every twist and turn between his muscles before emerging on the other side. The cigarette falls from his lips, extinguished by the tiny pool of blood forming in vivid red on the concrete floor. “Just some what?” Hyunjin questions, rolling the ice pick between the man’s vertebrae. The sound of metal splitting bone is music to Hyunjin’s ears. “Speak! What were you going to call her?” The man opens his mouth but no answers tumble out. Only blood and desperate gasps for air. Tears begin to form in his eyes as the reality of his helplessness sets in.

Hyunjin leans over the man’s shoulder, his large hand reaching around to cover his mouth. “I should’ve known you’d have nothing interesting to say” he sighs, almost sounding disappointed, “You’re just some stupid bitch.” The ice pick slips out smooth as butter, finding a new home in the man’s left lung followed by his right. Hyunjin moves in a blur of darkness, leaving the man spinning in circles trying to predict where the next attack will come from.

Blood pours from a dozen different holes scattered across his body. He reaches out to grab the collar of Hyunjin’s expertly pressed suit only to pull back a fistful of nothing. The coldness, he feels it now as he drops to his knees, his vision darkening. One final stab, inches from his heart, is all he feels before the bulbs in the ceiling pop leaving him in the dark. 

“Oh, Jinnie, look! Here you are!” you sing from the comfort of a rose infused bubble bath. You ease down further into the steamy water, the rose petals dancing at the surface cloaking your naked body. “Pisces,” you begin to read off from the astrology book you’ve been flipping through, “As Jupiter aligns with Neptune in your house of love, you mustn’t shy away from sharing your true feelings with your partner—” Hyunjin kneels beside you, tilting your book back to view the title. He cracks a smile, “A Girl’s Guide to Astrology 2023. After a hundred years, you still believe in that stuff?” “Mmm, maybe” you shrug, running your black manicured nails through his slicked back hair.

Resting his head on the edge of the tub, Hyunjin closes his eyes and lets you massage his scalp. He could stay like this for hours, having you read to him by candlelight as your fingers melt away all that plagues him. “What are your true feelings? You seem troubled.” “No trouble, my love.” Tossing the book to the floor, you raise his head to look at you. It never fails, even after a century together, that looking into his eyes makes you want to melt. Beyond the beauty of his features lies a softness reserved only for moments like this. For moments with you. A softness that most men of your kind lacked even before they turned.

“You’re lying to me, Jinnie. What’s wrong?” One brush of your thumb across his cheek is all it takes to break his defenses. “You know that Ultra stuff that has everyone turning feral?” You nod, not daring to ask if he’d taken it. He’d never touch something like that. Not your Jinnie. Not when he’s seen firsthand what it does. It’d be hypocritical to say that neither of you lusts for violence. But violence directed towards people who don’t deserve it? Tearing the limbs from innocent lovers in the park? Slaughtering whole families? There’s no pride in that. “I caught the guy who’s been dealing it. He’s upstairs. I think—” Hyunjin pauses, bracing for your reaction, “I think the council plans to say that you made it.”

Your iris pulses an electric red, your heart pumping a pure searing hatred through your veins. The council. Five decrepit bastards who rule their own sectors of the city under the guise of keeping the peace between vampires and humans when in reality it’s all about the money. That’s all it’s ever been about. They’re criminals, the same as any mafia you’ve ever known, and you worked your ass off for your seat among them. They could never quite accept that a woman infringed upon their little boys' club. They would’ve put a stake through your heart a long time ago if it weren’t against their own bullshit rules. 

Rule #1: We never kill our own. The Consequence: Death. 

Ultra doesn’t just make vampires kill humans. It makes them kill each other. And finally, when their bodies can’t mutate anymore, it kills the host too. If they can pin this on you then you’re dead. You, every vampire under your protection, and Hyunjin—

Not him. Never him. 

You rip through the halls of your sprawling mansion, hearing Hyunjin’s voice as if it were far away at the end of a long tunnel. “Cover up at least, honey” he insists, throwing a flowy silk robe around your wet body. You slip your arms in, not missing a beat as you grab a blade from the wall on your way to the third floor. You can hear shallow breathing as if it were your own. The stench of whisky and blood floods your senses the closer you get, nearly making you nauseous. Kicking the door into your spare bedroom, you come upon the man plotting your death.

He’s chained to the bed, his clothes tattered where wounds from the ice pick have slowly begun to heal. You descend upon him, your blade pressed to his throat, fangs bared. “Tell me everything” you demand, realizing at once that you’ve seen him before. Nowhere in particular. Here and there. In places you never thought much of. Had his appearances there really been a coincidence? No, there was a reason. He’s been watching you all this time. How didn’t you see it? “No” he refuses, licking the dried blood from his bottom lip, “Kill me and you’ll burn for it. You both know that!”

You gasp, sitting up on top of him, “Oh no, baby, did you hear that?” Hyunjin leans against the wooden bedpost, his reappearance startling the man. “I heard. Kill him and we’ll burn” Hyunjin dramatically cowers in fear, “I’m so scared. We better be careful, huh?” “Mmhmm” you agree, inching the blade away from the man’s neck and burying it in the mattress beside his head. “Jinnie, how long do you think until sunrise?” Hyunjin makes his way to the window, peeking out at the breathtaking landscape that surrounds your home.

It’s early enough in the morning for the sky to still cling to hues of dark blue as the sun creeps up along the horizon. “Half an hour maybe.” “Would you be a dear and open the curtains? It’s so dark in here.” The man’s eyes dart back and forth, watching your smile grow more devious with each curtain Hyunjin ties open. “Wait, you can’t—” the man panics, struggling against his chains. “I know. I know. We can’t kill you!” you groan, climbing off of him, “But we’re gonna. I mean, thanks to you they’ll probably try to kill me anyway, and since you won’t answer any questions you’re useless.”

Hyunjin takes you by the hand, escorting you to the door. “You go to bed. I’ve got it from here” he whispers, kissing you on the forehead. You cross your arms defiantly, refusing to move an inch. “No, we’ll finish this together like we do everything else.” Hyunjin’s arms come around your waist, pressing your plush body to his. “I always take care of you, don't I?” he asks, his hands tracing your figure. “Always.” “Then go and wait for me, okay? This won’t take long.” You glance over at the man on the bed, your mind racing with all the things you could do to him. All horrors he’d very much deserve.

“Fine but hurry. You've been gone all night. I’ve missed you.” Your lips meet, sparking something that sets your body ablaze in a different way. One that has you tugging at the buttons on his shirt as your tongue teases the sharp points of his fangs. You don’t want to break away and neither does he. Once Hyunjin has his hands on you everything around him loses its importance. The only thing his body longs for—needs as if his survival depends upon it—is you. But he manages to turn you loose for your own safety, locking the door when you leave to be extra safe.

Without another word, he circles the room slowly closing each curtain he opened only moments ago. “What happened? Change of heart?” the man taunts, trying and failing to get a rise out of him. Hyunjin grabs the vintage French parlor chair positioned by the window and drags it to the darkest corner of the room. He sits in silence, his face void of emotion, his eyes unblinking. Hyunjin’s focus is no longer on his prisoner but on the evolution of the light that breaks through the curtains.

Minute after agonizing minute passes until the fear of the unknown forces the man to ramble off everything he can think of. Insults, confessions, pleas for mercy. None of it gets the slightest reaction until the faintest sunbeam casts its light on the carpet. Hyunjin rises, locking eyes with the man for the first time as he approaches the sunbeam. “My wife always said we all have special abilities. Things that make us unique,” he says, rolling up his left sleeve. “I didn’t believe her at first but then one day I got caught in the sun.”

Hyunjin shoves his forearm into the sunlight, his bare skin exposed to what should be eating through him like acid. “Nothing, see? It takes a while for me to burn but you—I have a feeling you’ll strike up like a match.” “No, please! You don’t understand!” Hyunjin smirks, twirling over to the window, “You don’t understand. You told my baby she’d burn. You first!” Hyunjin tears open the curtain nearest to the bed, letting the sun shine in at full power. “What a beautiful morning” he hums, sliding the others open to the tune of screams that would wake the dead.

The man on the bed is burning, his skin bubbling like he’s being deep fried. In a sense he is. The heat from the sun is cooking him. He feels every pop. Every sizzle. Tiny fires ignite, charring his skin. Hyunjin watches on, the steam rising from his own skin barely a tickle. He won’t leave this room before he’s seen him burnt to a crisp, reduced to nothing more than a charred corpse for him to deliver to the council as a warning of sorts.

Threaten what he loves and this is only a taste of the fate that awaits them.

[cosmicbolognesa]

(English version) Crowley meets Samson

|| A little writing from our favorite demon, just doing his job.

『 Then Samson cried out to the Lord, saying: “O Lord, remember me, I pray, and strengthen me, I pray, just this once, O God, that I may take vengeance on the Philistines for my two eyes.

Judges 16:28 』

...

From the beginning, the idea had seemed absurd.

I mean, did they really have to go through all that trouble of tempting Delilah first, and now, dissatisfied with the results, they had to stir up the drunken Philistines to have them bring a blind and chained Samson to the feast?

Crowley took another sip of the wine that the servants were passing around in small wineskins; it was sweet with a hint of spice, good and expensive without a doubt. His feet led him through some of the guests who were eating and shouting praises in the form of chants to Dagon, though most were so drunk that Crowley thought that, if the creature existed and could hear such a ruckus, it surely wouldn't be pleased. He vaguely wondered if God truly was. The redhead then approached the crude main table, where the group's leaders were drinking. A few persuasive whispers from the demon were enough to spread mockery and begin the humiliation of the prisoner. As no one seemed to pay much attention to the man with glasses as dark as his clothing, he was able to get closer to Samson and, after another sip of wine, spoke.

"This stuff is pretty good, you know? Though, of course, you’ve never tasted—nor will you ever taste—a single drop, right?" he mentioned casually. "I mean the wine," he clarified, remembering that Samson couldn’t see him, nor the wineskin he was holding. The man turned his face slightly in his direction, with his hair covering part of his face, offering no response, too busy murmuring a prayer to God. Crowley clicked his tongue. "Yeah, um...I don't think that will do you any good. God is probably too busy right now, and they"—he glanced around—"they don't seem too interested in making peace with you. I don't blame them, of course..." he shrugged as the other continued murmuring his pleas. "Anyway, if it comforts you, I'm here to watch how 'the sins of these men will crush them'—and yes, literally! Oh well...what can I say, man? It’s probably about to happen..." he raised the wineskin towards the blind man before drinking the rest.

He made his way to the exit just as they were placing the man between the two pillars of the place, still chained. By Satan, didn’t they realize? Well, it wasn’t his problem. He just had to reap the fruits. And so he did. When the first rocks began to fall and the foundations of the place collapsed, Crowley was already at a safe distance and merely watched the rubble and the pieces of bodies sticking out from the dust and sand. Without a doubt, Samson would have his place in heaven, but there were at least three thousand souls secured for his own side.

[bruh-2004]

Seeing this photo of xdh and focusing on Jungsu's thighs I couldn't help but think about ✨ thigh riding ✨

- nsfw, MDI!

- smut, thigh riding, fingering.

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Imagine you were desperate for jungsu's attention, sitting on the edge of the bed watching him work on something on the computer, your legs brushing against each other as sinful things ran through your head.

Jungsu was very busy lately and he didn't have time to pay attention to you, much less to have sex with you or anything like that, you needed him and you didn't know how much longer you could hold out.

"Jungsu dear, could you give me at least 5 minutes of attention?" Your voice came out a little sly, deep down Jungsu already knew you needed him, he needed you too, but in his proper way he was determined to finish the job first.

“I can’t love, this is really important and I need to finish it, you know” you sighed, trying to stay patient.

"Look at me quickly then, if you're not convinced by the vision I'll solve this myself and I know you know what I'm talking about, I also know that you don't like it when I solve it without your permission" yes, he knew exactly what you were talking about.

Jungsu turned to you and his eyes lit up when he saw you rubbing your legs against each other, throwing your head back and closing your eyes tightly, the brunette salivated seeing you like that, you looked so vulnerable that he wanted to push you in the bed and fuck you hard.

"Look at my state, love... I need you so much... Please, just make me cum at least once" the sly way you spoke made him close his eyes, he nodded his head and He surrendered by putting his hands up.

“Ok, you win, come here” he slapped his thighs and you smiled victoriously.

You got up and went to him, sitting on his lap, something that Jungsu didn't know and gave a weak laugh when he realized that you were only wearing a skirt, without your panties, you moaned just feeling the contact of his jeans in contact with her pussy uncovered.

"You really needed me, didn't you princess? I'm sorry for not having time to give you the attention you deserve" you smiled, Jungsu always helpful.

He caressed your face and passed his thumb over your lips, then forced it into your mouth, wasting no time, you welcomed his finger, starting to lick it as if it were his dick.

"Damn, you do it in such a seductive way... Baby, I need to be quick, so today I can only let you cum on my thigh, okay?"

You nodded and then he took both hands up your skirt, grabbing your buttocks, giving you a squeeze and encouraging you to ride his thighs.

With every movement you made your moans got louder, the hard fabric of his jeans gave you a nice friction and you felt like it wouldn't take long for you to cum.

"Is it ok honey? Just the way you wanted?" You sighed and nodded.

"Yes love, it's great... It's so delicious"

He smiled and an idea came into his head, he took one hand to your pussy, running his fingers and starting to stimulate you, his other hand went to your waist and he pushed you back, making your intimacy pass through his knee and he made you come back closer to him slowly making your moan louder.

"You like this don't you? I know exactly how to treat you right, confirm that with words for me hmm" the look he gave you made your pussy twitch around his fingers.

“Yes yes yes, you know, only you know how to treat me right jungsu” he smiled smugly and pulled you into a kiss.

Jungsu stuck two of his fingers deep into your pussy and you practically screamed with pleasure, fucking at a steady pace jungsu hit your g-spot and you grabbed his shoulders, feeling your pussy contracting harder and your legs shaking.

"Don't hold back darling, come for me, cum on my fingers"

He left kisses and hickeys on your neck and you closed your eyes, Jungsu curled his fingers into your pussy and that was when you saw stars and came with an inexplicable intensity, you could have sworn you were going to faint.

You rested your forehead on his shoulder and Jungsu removed his fingers from your pussy, your breathing was labored and you felt him caressing your back.

"You came so well love, I'm proud of you"

You looked at him and smiled, jungsu kissed your lips affectionately.

"I made a huge mess in your pants"

He laughed and kissed your forehead.

"No problem baby, I'm going to change her, but first I'm going to help you clean up and then I'm going to put you to bed to sleep, ok?" You smiled and agreed.

"I love you dear"

"I love you too sweetheart"

And so Jungsu helped you clean up and then put you to sleep, he sang you a song to sleep and when he saw that you were practically asleep he kissed your forehead and whispered "good night princess".

[gayuu-the-necromancer]

Evil Love Blooming In The Dark Part 1 Jude Jazza ~ Premium END

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The man wearing a bowler hat recognized Mr. Jude.

With his arm around my neck and restraining me, he pressed something hard against my temple.

(.......Is that a pistol?)

Jude: "Ha, enjoying there, Kate?"

(If Mr. Jude says.....'I don't care about her, I'm not going to negotiate with you')

(At this moment, I'm will be----)

My whole body almost shakes with fear.

Mr. Jude looked at me like happily.

Jude: "......Haha. That's a nice face. Is it scary? Are you scared?"

Jude: "You want my help?"

(Isn't it obvious....!)

I was too desperate to be able to speak.

Jude: "Okay, bye then."

(........Hey!? Are you not going to help me!? Wait!?)

Man wearing a bowler hat: "I'll let the sweet reunion drama between lovers end here."

Jude: "What a pity. I won't mind if you watch us a little longer."

Mr. Jude shifted his gaze from me to the man, and his amethyst eyes squinted.

Jude: "Looks like you're doing a fine business using our rental warehouse, huh?"

Jude: "If it's just buying and selling guns and other shady stuff that's fine."

Jude: "But didn't we me a contract that you wouldn't buy and sell humans?"

(....Buying and selling humans.....)

Man wearing a bowler hat: "I was hoping you'll let me off the hook there."

Man wearing a bowler hat: "Poor people can be sold for a good price."

Man wearing a bowler hat: "It's good for your pockets and also cleans the dumps from London Harbor, don't you think?"

Jude: ".............."

Man wearing a bowler hat: "You love watching other people's misfortune, right? And you also love money. You'll have no other options other than letting me go, right?"

Man wearing a bowler hat: "If you agree, I'll return your lover unharmed."

(.....In other words, this person was doing human trafficking in the warehouse, he rented from Mr. Jude and thus breaking their contract)

(And now he's threatening Mr. Jude to let it slide)

The arm around my neck, suddenly felt----uncomfortable.

(I don't want to die. But...)

(But that will lead to this person getting away instead of paying for his sins....)

(I absolutely do not want.....that bad aftertaste)

I bite my lips to hold back my fear and looked at Mr. Jude.

I strained my throat to keep my voice from shaking.

Kate: "Mr. Jude. I'll correct...what I said earlier."

Jude: ".........."

Jude: "........Seriously, you're hopeless."

(.......?)

Despite pitying and dismissing me, somehow, the kind smile he was making right now made my heart jump for a moment.

(W-What is...this feeling?)

Jude: "I don't need you telling me what to do, so shut the fuck up."

The smile quickly faded and Mr. Jude stared at the man with cold eyes.

Jude: "Even so, you're negotiating from a very high place."

Jude: "I see you have some misconceptions about me, so I'm correcting them."

Jude: "First. You're right about the fact that I love others' misfortune and money......but you know what I like the best?"

Jude: "I like making rich people like you, who are sitting on thrones and thinking we're the only ones who are safe, fall in despair."

Man wearing a bowler hat: ".....Ha?"

Immediately after that, gunshots and screams tore through the air in the warehouse.

(W-What the!?)

The guards surrounding the man wearing a bowler hat flop down in the darkness.

Man wearing a bowler hat: "W-What the hell!?"

Taking advantage of the upset man, Mr. Jude closes the distance at once and twists up the hand holding the gun.

Jude: "Second. No matter what weakness I may have, when it comes to making contracts, I will not forgive any defaulter."

Man wearing a bowler hat: "Nn....!"

Jude: "Third."

Kate: ".....!?"

He roughly pulls me away from the man and hugged me tightly.

Jude: "No matter what decision I make, she will be leaving this place unharmed."

Mr. Jude's knee dug deep into the man's abdomen and the man crumpled to the ground.

(....He saved me again)

He was still holding me close to his chest, and I was trying my best to soothe my raging heartbeat.

(This......This is different. Not because he is saving me or hugging me)

(I'm just nervous because I was scared....yeah, t-that's why)

While I was making excuses that I don't intent to tell anyone, Mr. Jude pointed the gun at the man.

Jude: "Don't worry. I'm not going to turn you in."

Jude: "Instead, you will be part taking in a rather 'dangerous' research."

Jude: "You will soon get to know the joys of physical labor. Aren't you excited?"

The man, bubbling and convulsing, groaned in agony and fainted.

Jude: "Ellis, take him."

When called out, Ellis emerges from the darkness.

(It was Ellis who shot the guards earlier.....?)

His large hand held a pistol like it was a toy.

Ellis: ".....So, Jude? You are happy, right?"

Jude: "Do I look like I'm happy? You know what, after you send him to the lab, go get your eyes checked as well."

Ellis: "Okay."

Looking a little sad, Ellis drags the man out of the warehouse.

Kate: "....Y-You didn't kill him?"

Jude: "' I accepted this 'mission' on the condition that if I could bring down the organization, I would be responsible for whether the target lives or dies."

(Eh.....)

Jude: "I don't think bastards like him who look down on and exploit people from a safe place should be easily punished by death."

Jude: "If you commit a crime, you must be punished for it. That's how the world works. But what's the point in simply killing him if he doesn't suffer the same hell as those he harassed?"

Kate: "Wait! Wait a second!.....This was a mission!?"

Jude: "Be quiet, you're too loud. So what if this was a mission, huh?"

Kate: "So then that means, you didn't coincidently come here to rescue me when I was accidentally kidnapped........"

Jude: "It wasn't accidental. They knew I was sniffing out their business...."

Jude: "I also knew they'd try something like this if they had a chance."

Jude: "And you were hanging out with me. How can you not be a target?"

Kate: "You knew that.....and still left me alone there...?"

Jude: "Do you have to ask me every time you want to know what I'm talking about?"

Kate: "I could've died you know....!"

Jude: "Don't be silly. I wouldn't let the person, I baited, get killed at least."

(And he calls me a 'bait'....!)

Kate: "You're the worst...."

Jude: "Yes yes and I take great pride in that. Thank you very much."

Mr. Jude lights up a cigarette and leaves the warehouse as if his work here is over.

Not to forget, kicking Mr. Jack away, who was lying on the ground, moaning in pain like the rest of the guards.

..........

Kate: ".......Since my task is to understand you better, may I ask something?"

Kate: "You said you were sending that man to be a subject of research, right? .....What kind of research is it?"

Jude: "You don't have to know about that."

(He said 'dangerous'.....so it could be life-threatening)

(I wonder if the aftereffects of being there will make that man hate Mr. Jude enough to want to kill him again)

(....I frown every time I remember the look in that man's eyes....when he pointed a knife at us in the alley during the day)

(I wouldn't be able to live with that kind of killing intent from.....so many people at all hours of the day)

Kate: "The more you harass people, the more they'll hate you..."

Kate: "Isn't it tormenting to live like that?"

Jude: "Well, that's the price I have to pay for a fun hobby."

Kate: "Is it so much fun that you're willing to risk your own life to make it worth it.....?"

Jude: "......."

Mr. Jude. who was walking in front of me, stopped and turned around at my question.

(....!)

His face comes closer and the tips of our noses almost touch.

Jude: "Can I harass you till you hate me so much you want to kill me, and then we'll see?"

Kate: *gulps*

Jude: "......Hah, just kidding. Did you actually think I would be serious?"

Mr. Jude looked at me with a satisfied smile as I looked back at him in horror. He then took another puff of his cigarette.

Jude: "Seriously though, I don't get you, diligent princess."

(I don't know.....I don't even wanna know him)

(This man is arrogant, ruthless, sadist....)

(But......even though it was Mr. Jude who put me in danger today, he also did protect me)

I really had made a promise to him, without thinking about the malice that would come after....

I would not have made it through the day unscathed if it were not for him.

-----FLASHBACK------

Jude: "Don't make promises so easily, princess. I'll teach you that slowly over the course of a day."

-----FLASHBACK ENDS------

I guess he was, as the saying goes, teaching me the rules of the dark night world I had stepped into.

Perhaps it is because he knows the weight of making promises.

(....I'm extremely reluctant to thank you, but)

Kate: ".........So.......thank you.......for everything....."

Jude: "What's with that discontented 'thank you'? Can't you smile more?"

(This man....!)

Kate: "I have learned the dangers of making promises. Next time, I will be more careful."

He smiles but it was a disciplinary one.

Jude: "Glad to hear."

Laughing coldly, he grabbed my chin roughly.

Kate: "W-What....!?"

Jude: "You were smart enough to keep your promise to Victor and your promise to me."

Jude: "But I saved your life twice today."

Jude: "You owe me twice."

(Mm.....?)

The ruthless amethyst eyes glinted at me bewitchingly.

Like a cunning predator who gifts his prey and also plays with it.

Jude: " I wonder how my cute girlfriend....is going to repay me?"

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Story // Bitter End // Epilogue

[robertsbarbie]

you love your fucking part in it, begging you to pardon it. everyday i'm hardening sorrows into stone, now i'll never get away from it. ain't that dangerous? don't have a say in it. hold me to my sins, but i'm too busy paying his.

[lovevalekai]

The daughter of yestay:

Chap 1. Memories of yesterday.

• A few years ago in the Atacama desert, it is said of a supernatural being, a shepherd man who took care of the herd of guanacos and vicuñas, it is said that if he is killed or hunted without permission from the pasture, he will change his shape to that of a monstrous guanaco and makes those who had the audacity to hurt someone pay for their sins. They knew that shepherd as coquena, yestay, yastay, among other names. In 1905 his little baby was born and I named her yestalina. Since she was little, Yesti was walking and had many doubts about Mother Nature and did not understand the cycle of life. life, one day her father and she were walking together with the herds, the father was holding his little girl's hand, Yesti asked her father.

Yestalina: Daddy, I have a question.

Yestay: Tell me honey.

Yestalina: What is mother nature?

Yestay: Well, Mother Nature is the creator of these lands, and she is the mother of all creation from vegetation to animals and us.

Yestalina: It's incredible, another question.

Yestay: Yes?

Yestalina: What does the cycle of life mean?

Yestay: Well, ummmmm……. What a good question, my dear girl, the mother gives life to her as a baby, then she becomes a child because she is growing, then she becomes an adult, she produces and then she dies of old age.

Yestalina: Wow, I didn't know about that daddy.

Yestay: Now you know what the two things you told me mean.

• He grabs her by the hand and takes her away, after two years the yestalina has just turned 8 years old, she was running away from her house and without realizing it she tripped on the stone and hurt her knee, but a deer girl saw her and she ran away, when Yesti arrived she was crying, the deer girl sat with her.

?: Are you OK.

Yestalina: It doesn't hurt much, I'm bleeding.

?: Leave Czech, mmmmmmm…………. It's not that serious, but you are bleeding, don't worry, I have a cure for those pains, garlic circulates your bleeding, at first it burns, but you will feel that it won't hurt.

Yestalina: But is it going to hurt?

?: Sometimes it can be painful, but it takes away the burning.

Yestalina: “Ouch.”

• She puts it on along with a bandage, lifts it up and they go to Yesti's house, Yestalina's parents were talking to a man, it was a gray deer, in Yesti's mind he said; Who is it? Where do they come from? Why is my dad calm? The guanaco girl had many questions, when Yesti's parents saw her, she had a bruise on her knee and her mother ran away worried.

Yesti's mother: Oh daughter, are you okay? What happened? Is your knee shaved? Are you bleeding? (Worried).

Yestalina: I'm fine mom, don't worry.

• Yesti's father carried her in his arms to her room, meanwhile the deer girl with the deer man were in the kitchen doing a cure for the pain in her knee, they went to Yesti's room and cured her, luckily they didn't. She had no burning in her leg, but next time she has to be careful and watch where she goes, Yesti nodded her head, the adults went outside Yesti's room, while the deer girl was with her, taking care of her.

Yestalina: What's he calling you, I've never seen you here.

?: My name is Isi dawndancer, nice to meet you and your girl.

Yestalina: Yestalina yestay, it's a pleasure for me too... Hey, where are you from, do you look different and who is he, your father?

Isi: First I am from New Mexico, in the USA and second he is not my real father, he is my teacher and my tutor, I don't remember my parents…. But if I saw them I would be living with them and I would be very happy.

Yestalina: A…. Well, hey, do you want to play with me before you go?

Isi: Of course, I've never played with anyone, I'm just always at my grandmother's house but yes, I would love to.

• Yestalina and Isi were inseparable friends, and they promised each other that they would write letters every day, but after 108 years, Isi tells Yesti that she is in a school for monsters, she will be busy with her studies and Sometimes he answers them, a few days later he doesn't answer them.

What will happen next?

[e-m-p-error]

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Say What You Wanna But I'm Here To Stay 'Cause I'm A Mean Ole Lion (Cash & Barbie)

It's Never A Whisper It's Always A Scream A Promise We Made To Kill The Time Between (Valentino & Legiondario)

I Hate The Way The Townspeople Gather Outside They Hang On Every Breath (Vick & Valentino)

They Let Ole Al Out Of The Jail And The Man Who Paid His Bail Was Waitin' On Al To Chop Some More (Alastor ♡ Angel Dust)

The Dinosaurs Will Turn To Dust They'll Die Because We Say They Must (Alastor ♡ Nifty)

There's Someone Lurking Inside Of You That Someone Is Me (Alastor ♡ Valentino)

I'll Be Damned If I See You With Some Other Man If I Cannot Have You Then Nobody Can (Athan ♡ Ozzie)

Candlelit Loneliness I Lay On Your Side Of The Bed (Baetyl ♡ Andrealphus)

We Keep The Party Moving Till We Drink The Last Drop (Beelzebub ♡ Ozzie)

Eat With Your Hands It's Fine I'm On The Menu (Beelzebub ♡ Valentino)

Just Try And Nibble On My Biscuits And My Rainbow Cake (Beelzebub ♡ Velvette)

She's Like What'd You Say? We'll Just Let Our Bodies Translate (Chazz ♡ Barbie)

The Whole World Was Watching And Laughing On The Day That I Crashed And Burned At Your Feet (Erasmo ♡ April)

Wait Your Turn You're Greedy I Hear You (Mammon ♡ Fizzarolli)

Don't Use Him Or You'll Always Need To Feel Ozzie's Loving Little Lamb (Mammon ♡ Ozzie)

You Give Me Your Number I Call You Up You Act Like Your Pvssy Don't Interrupt (Mammon ♡ Valentino)

But The Best Story That I Could Ever Tell Is The One Where I Am Growing Old With You (Ostello ♡ Valentino)

She Says She's Gonna Break My Nose If I Don't Behave Next Week (Paimon ♡ Barbie)

My Baby's Got A Fucked Up Head It Doesn't Matter 'Cause He's So Damn Good In Bed (Summer ♡ Valentino)

The Pill I Keep Takin' The Nightmare I Wake In There's Nothin' No Nothin' But You (Valentino ♡ Angel Dust)

Erase Me So You Don't Have To Face Me Put Me In The Ground And Mow The Daisies (Valentino ♡ Chaz)

Don't Take It Personal You Know It's Just The Way I Roll (Valentino ♡ Nifty)

You'll Fall Down A Hole That's The One Place In This World That We Both Know (Valentino 💔 Ostello)

Just Your Typical Hardcore Casual Sex We're Single But We're Lovers Crazy For Each Other (Valentino ♡ Ozzie)

Let's Dig Up My Ex (Velvette ♡ Ian)

You Will Pace Around Your Cage And Wait For Night To Come (Velvette ♡ Valentino)

You Provide The Envy And I’ll Provide The Spite (Velvette ♡ Vick)

He's Sweet As Pie But If You Break His Heart He'll Turn Cold As A Freeze (Vick ♡ Valentino)

Cocaine Can't Do It Like You Do It To Me (Vick ♡ Velvette ♡ Valentino)

Darling You Love All The Drama 'Cause You're Never Bored I Am Forever Yours (Vox ♡ Valentino)

& TAGS (SPECIFIC)

Friendship Tags With @trumpet-hah

DGAF's And No Regrets Happy Hour Starts At Five (Barbie & Fizzarolli)

Friendship Tags With @strangeandun-muse-ual

Just Tell Me That You Need Me And Stay Right Here With Me (Erasmo & Missy)

History Shows Again And Again How Nature Points Out The Folly Of Men (Zeezi & Vox)

Friendship Tags With @hisslord

Yes I Know Who You Are But I Just Don't Care (Alastor & Angel Dust)

Do Not Befriend Your Food (Alastor & Vaggie)

We Are More Alike Than We Think We Are (Angel Dust & Vaggie)

A Motherly Instinct (Mimzy & Vaggie)

She May Be Crazy But She's Fine To Me (Nifty & Vaggie)

Friendship??? Tag With @spidrboots

I Don't Want Your Cruel Melody (Valentino & Angel Dust)

Friendship Tags With @seven-circlllxs

Our Soul Is The Whole Of The Law (Adam & Lute)

SHIPPING TAGS (SPECIFIC)

[maguro13-2]

The Dark Beginnings RETOLD ~ Origins of the Ink Demon Chapter 0 Pt.4 ~

*At Tokyo*

[Metal Wolf Chaos OST : Pepper]

*People Overlapping+Camera Flashing*

Interviewer : Mrs Nightsahde! Mrs Nightshade! How do you feel about the incident about a lone shinobi that took a self-proclaim sorcerer?

Hibana : Relax. All thanks to him and that cursed blade of his.

Interviewer 2 : And are you sure that you wanted to confront NAKATOMI's greatest man-made machine to defeat, Kurohagane was it?

Hibana : Kurohagane? Yeah, I've got more missions than to do for myself. Besides, I can take care of Kurohagane scrap heap with the daggers and why do I need a sword to take him down? After all...I am Hibana of Nightshade, despite being Kunoichi or a Shinobi to the Oboro Clan, I'LL MAKE THEM PAY FOR EVERYTHING!

Interviewer 3 : Do you have something in common with your kid?

Hibana : What kid? I don't know Kid, but I do have a girl at home. She's residing with me.

Interviewer 4 : And do you know what this lucky reporter has something clearly in your mind.

Hibana : Well, I'll say, I am single, I have no men or women by my side, I've got a head start. Ever since the Golden Palace was crumbled by the efforts of Hotsuma the Oboro, things in Tokyo have quite a fortune since these shadowy creatures called Heartless have appeared since the debut of the fiesty Sora himself. But I'm clearly to beginning to understand that you don't want to mess with a Kunoichi do you. But they don't call me Hibana of Nightshade for nothing. When the Oboro means business! I say we mean business to show how we faced the forces of evil itself.

Interviewer : But one question for you, Mrs Hibana of Nightshade. Did Japan's population blow up sky when eighty percent of it was devastated in some kind of explosion?

Hibana : What? Explosion in Japan?

[Messages by Michiru Yamane]

Hibana : That was 9 years ago. Joe Musashi saved that kid from the explosion

*flashback*

*DBZ SFX : Energy Explosion*

*changes back to Hibana*

Hibana : That kid he saved from all of those years ago, was a member of another family. The Nakatsukasa.

*Cellphone ringing*

Hibana : Oh hold on. It's someone on the phone, I need to have a talk with somebody. I'll be on my way to somewhere private.

*ZOOM!*

Hibana : *On the phone* Hello? Hey, Kid. Yeah I'm almost done getting off work, sweetie. Yeah, yeah, I know, this is a job and I have a place for you to be at. Look, Look. It's a grown up job and you're still a kid. I know, It's what I do on my job and you want to be a little more patient, you have to be remained silent, I heard you're doing at my place. I'll be there soon, okay. Are we good? Yeah, we're good. Well, see ya around.

*SA1 SFX : Dash panel*

Hibana : Okay, where was I? Oh yeah, Well, there is one survivor that I've known and I it's guardian have gave her a nice home.

Interviewer : Is there any more of that, any comment, Miss Hibana?

Hibana : Why yes. Today's not your day. That would be the last of Hotsuma's heroic efforts. I do have no comment at the momment this time.

*scene later changes*

Hibana : *whistling* Here I am. Home sweet home, but this home is luxury when this is closely enough to a penthouse.

*Checks the right key*

Hibana : At least, I'm still a guardian.

*Door opens*

Hibana : Hey, Girl. I'm home. Another boring day of being single, this is all the luxury that the Japanese Government has given me, a nice home, nice features, yeah...I'm a rich Kunoichi, I'm not too greedy, but that's a deadly sin that I must avoid.

Tsubaki : Oh...You're back. So how was work today?

"TSUBAKI NAKATSUKASA : Heir of the Nakatsukasa Family"

Hibana : Not bad. It was a tough one to deal with that NAKATOMI business to keep the science out of place. You are gladly like that you would be in excellency. So...Despite being trained by the Oboro, you are a Kunoichi, correct?

Tsubaki : Ah, *nods* mm. Yeah, I am a kunoichi, but I am highly trained to do all of that home work and stuff.

Hibana : Same goes to me. I've been doing a lot of business and stuff to keep people out of my reach, don't make things like the Shinobi does, Shinobi is Shinobi, I bet that Hotsuma trained to become a professional shinobi and then you decided to work for me. Keeping the glory days huh?

Tsubaki : Exactly...But you really want to throw a great punch at someone, you know.

Hibana : Oh stop it. I heard that was a no go on the Star Clan...Joe Musashi discovered that the Star Clan invasion of the village was not his fault but the DWMA is...It turns out that the Star Clan was led by a man who isn't an evil person. They are heartless, the name of those shadowy creatures that rises from the shadows we call it Darkness.

Tsubaki : Yeah...However, the Star Clan was a massive facade, you know, where they inherited by the Hoshimiya, Is the Hoshimiya responsible for the Star Clan's invasion of the village.

Hibana : It's done what it's needed to be done.

*sits down on the sofa*

Hibana : In any case, Heartless aren't the only ones that eats your hearts, they are refer to those who are the evil ones, means that they get no love or no respect, but it makes you feel wonder that they would make us too heartless if we ever needed to bring love again, even tho you have someone that you admired with somebody.

Tsubaki : *nods* Just in case...I used to have a brother, but not anymore. I was actually, the younger sibling.

Hibana : Like Masamune? That is the name of the sword wielded by Sephiroth.

Tsubaki : Sephiroth?

Hibana : He is the one winged angel guy and was usually a Shinra soldier that he used to be in the unit before he became massive. Records showed him dead after his defeat at the hands of Cloud. He wields a Katan that is Masamune, which he used it to kill Aerith.

Tsubaki : Oh...Really? That sounds amazing! Oh, I mean...That's really amazing and...That's really sad for us. But does she lived or did she die?

Hibana : Who knows? Maybe it's just our imagination.

Tsubaki : I heard that his best friend Zack died. He was a true back then.

Hibana : He was...Shinra wanted to get rid of him and Cloud lived.

Tsubaki : Right. So...That's what made Cloud to become a hero.

Hibana : Exactly. Don't feel fret yourself when you are needed with me. But just to remind you one thing for me, Tsubaki. Being a hero is such a tough and nausea job, this is how we work stuff when those that are needed in dangers and be in the hands of safety. Safety first, Safety kills. But if you really wanted to make it out alive, just keep trying and don't give in. Now that excuse me, I gotta go to SEGA, the company wants me in person. *takes sip of her drink*

*Door knocking*

Hibana : (sighs) That must be the delivery person, It's not delivery, it's whatever that is. I bet it's not the delivery person, I won't be joking around.

*Walks to the door*

Hibana : What is it this time? It better be Hotsuma or someone that I know from SEGA. I think it's Hisui *looks through peeophole* Hey, wait a sec, that's not Hotsuma. Who's there? Alright, Hisui. If you really think that this is some kind of joke to you, then I'm prove useful that you're--*opens door*

*Sword points*

Hibana : Woah, woah, woah! Watch were you're pointing that--Ehh?

Tsubaki : Mrs Hibana, what is it? *gasp*

[Aomizuchi by (Stage 7 Boss Theme 2) by Tatsuyuki Maeda]

Hibana : You're one of the Oboro. Where's the Shinobi saved Tokyo? What on earth did you...?

Aomizuchi : The leader of the Oboro is dead, He's gone from this world. But perhaps that you and girl would cooperate with me on the battlefield.

Hibana : I see. You're one Hiruko's shikigami are you?

Tsubaki : Hibana, you know this strange men?

Hibana : I know, He's the hellspawn lord that possessed a dead guy's body in which Hotsuma killed his own brother.

Tsubaki : What?

Aomizuchi : Come to Kan'ei Shrine

Hibana : What are you talking about?

*Aomizuchi disappears*

Hibana : Hey, where'd he go?

Tsubaki : *gasping in horror*

Hibana : Hey, Kid. What's wrong?

[Echo Night : Beyond OST : Track 8]

Tsubaki : Ma'am. I believe you might wanna take a look at all of this?

Hibana : ...Oh my God.

*a pool of Heartless massacred*

Hibana : That's...That's a lot of heartless, slaughtered by a weapon.

Tsubaki : Wh...What happened to them?

Hibana : They have all been slaughtered one by one. There's no blood in their stomachs, is there?

Tsubaki : Doesn't look like it's blood, say it isn't so.

Hibana : Now I understand of what he did to these heartless. He killed them all. The heartless were those that died and became like this. But this doesn't look like that this is the work of the DWMA.

Tsubaki : Doesn't think so?

[Echo Night : Beyond OST : Track 9]

Hibana : *starts scanning* Strange, there should be people or human souls that are located within the heartless, but nothing more than just a bunch of shadows that living in people skin.

Tsubaki : I remember these guys, that happened a long time ago. Heartless don't take away their dignity from others, but rather humans can take away dignity from others for their own desires. But what I desire that...I am good enough to be hero or I am to weak to show them the meaning of pain and sorrow. We have to get Kan'ei Shrine, Aomizuchi wants some information about the slaughter in the place.

Hibana : Sounds good to me, but it's read when you are. Then Kan'ei Shrine it is. Hey, Kid. I just got one question for you. Have you ever thought of becoming a hero?

Tsubaki : Hmm? I do believe so, but if being a hero is a really tough job, then I gotta do what I must gotta do. Count me in, I'll be with you, Hibana. It'll takes of what the world can do when a hero is needed to save others and those that are needed to save!

Hibana : Heheheh. Today's your day, kid. Looks like you're beginning to step forward of becoming a hero.

Tsubaki : I...I am? That'll be great! Being a hero is all too worthy! I won't miss this out! I will avenge my clan, one day. They will prove that I can guide them and lead them out of the shadows. However I will have the will...

[Shinobi Tale by Fumie Kumatani]

*scene changes*

Hibana : This will be good from Hotsuma. I bet that under the training of Ninjutsu would make her easily quick and painless. Alright, this is going to be fun.

"HIBANA THE KUNOICHI...CODENAME : NIGHTSHADE"

Hibana : So what are you waiting for? Let the Good times roll.

Tsubaki : Quite wisely.

Hibana : Hey, just because you're a girl, doesn't mean you can handle a man alone, can you? Ladies first.

Tsubaki : As always.

Hibana : First thing's first, let's get to Kan'ei Shrine right away.

Tsubaki : Ryokai.

"A NEW MISSION BEGINS"

~ Event 3 : Heroines in Action ~

[benefits1986]

Subject-Background Alignment

Snipping photos and vids more intentionally is making me more alive. Always. Sometimes. Never.

December 2023 is peppered with a lot of snipper mode when it comes to photos and vids. While I try to stay away from my phone, truth is that, I can't help but bring it out and snap away. I guess, this is me, paying homage to mother dragon's weird tradition --taking crappy photos of me to keep me sane. By crappy I mean, awkward and really candid ones. Since films are not cheap, she just made sure that the flash worked each and every bloody time. I grew up shushing this tradition because I felt that she does not have any creative gene, both recessive and dominant. But, mom did not care at all.

She was too caught up in freezing time and stories with flashes. When our compound back in Pasay was in the middle of a fire across the street, she unapologetically toted my bike and my photo album along with my feeding bottle. She told me to hold her hand and never ever sneak around for once. I was so young then, but I could still feel her clenched hand around my frail hand until now. I didn't cry because mom was full on dragon mode. She was super pregnant that time and we had to pass by the tiny alley sideways. My dad who had a super hard time finding us after the fire was averted almost whacked my mom's face. He's not abusive physically. He was just so worried about us and he didn't realize mom can walk very far from the fired up street. Mom shared that she plainly told dad that all she wanted was a place where we'd be totally safe. Dad knew mom was bleeding still so he didn't want another encounter with miscarriage.

I've told this story a good number of times, but this time, it hits differently. While nostalgia bears pain, I guess, I'm now coming into an alignment with it. Finally, this year, while I still don't want my photos taken as much as possible, I'm finding my lights and shadows bit by bit. The flash is no longer that much of an eye sore and a heart break. The trigger is no longer too haunting. The sound of the click is a bit more bearable to hear. The film dream in more than 50 shades of black and white and beyond is finally ready to be in the dark room. Or is it because one of the things I'm gonna hunt down in Japan 2024 would be my dream camera and a decent prime lens? HIHIHIHI.

I'm still learning more and more about un-CTRL + ALT + DEL my feelings. It's always a work in progress. In fact, yesterday, I saw my cousin posted a series of photos with my Tito Taurus, the OG Berdugo who's the first to make me his passenger princess with food trip sa tabing-daan on his proudly curated cars -Jeep, L200, Civic, Pajero, Musso and Patrol --all in black with tinted windows (except for the Jeep). It made me cry for a few minutes. Dad comforted me saying that he worked too much so he died too soon. He even added that I should be finishing off my deadlines so that I can have a real leave after so many things that happened especially in Q4.

Towering Tito Taurus taught me to pray even when his sins screamed in scarlet. There were so many times when I stared at him as he touched the rosary on his rear view mirror. I knew he was no saint, but he knew that he is paying for his sins like road rage and hitting the gas pedal too much. His roadtrip indulgence: Going at 180 kph without seatbelts and overtaking huge ass container trucks as he sneered and eventually step on the break. He also pushed me to my limits even when his schedule was too busy. In between his morning coffee, cigs and his daily broadsheet routine, he checked on my progress or the lack of thereof. Until now, his presence and his absence keep me on my toes. Whenever I'm faced with shit stuff which centers my career, I find myself asking: What would Tito do if he was here? I often remember him saying that while he knew I looked up to him, he told me to do better. Choose more wisely. He never mentioned about going after money or status; and I guess that's what I liked best about him. Instead, he told me to make sure I nail down negotiations. At a young age, I was dumbfounded. LOL. But, what I vividly remember are the countless times that he'd trigger debates around topics I don't give a fuck about like world news. I always lose; but he kept these nasty bonding moments coming. I tried running away from these especially during weekends, but Tito would lure me into roadtrips that I would always say yes to. LOL. Gala po talaga ako e. E gala rin Tito ko.

While mom would tell me: Saan ka na naman pupunta at sino na naman kasama mo? Tito would just wink at mom and the rest is history. For the record, I don't have hidden skeletons about my Tito. However, Tito's carino brutal vibe is not joking at all. While driving, he'd find my cheek and kurot to the max. 'Yun lang talaga maambag ko e. I remember telling him to stop a lot which he did, but seeing him find some sense of lessened stress is me compromising my comfort. When I no longer budged, Tito started upping the ante of pinching my cheeks and he wondered why I'm no longer triggered. I told him that I'm totally fine. Later, he outgrew this lambing and told me that I'm no longer a kid and that I have to look after myself better as the big world is coming soon. I didn't know what he meant then. 'Wag daw ako papaapi kahit kanino, kahit saan, kahit kailan. I was dumbfounded yet again, but, said okay. Noted. He told me that should there be any trouble, big or small, he'd be ready to show them who's the real berdugo. Syempre, takot ako kasi Tito shoots na, init ulo pa lagi and protective of me.

If there's a Time-Turner right now, I guess, I'd go back to the days where he asked me to join his work force. LOL. Even for a couple of months, I'd pray and slay it with him. Hug ko pa siya IRL with lambing. LUH.

Naunahan lang talaga ako ng pride and ego because he'd put me right beside him agad. Wala ng explanation. I knew he got more than butt hurt during his official invitation before I graduated which I vehemently rejected. He didn't budge and tried again many times. I saw his eagerness and hatred. LOL. I wanted him to pay for his scarlet sins so badly and so graphically. HAHAHAHA. But, I had to make a choice which is to look after mother dragon. I guess, this is the part I didn't open up to him. He kept telling me that it's time for me to be under his wing so that I can have a career path that's better than him. Sabi pa niya, 'wag ako mag-worry kasi 'di naman same last names namin, so it's easier for him to maneuver his way for me. Truth is that, I purposefully rejected his really logical and generous offer because I wanted to choose more wisely. I knew he hated it and that I am off to a grandiose silent debate with him. If I remember it right, he told me one time: So, diyan ka na lang talaga sa bahay? Ganyan ka na lang talaga? I said yes, flatly. No explanations. (Wala pa kasing WFH option back then. LOL.). Side Note: I had another job offer which was my then dream job so, ego pasok. Kung dream job ko nga, I rejected without mincing a word, siya pa ba? Tabi. Sorry na agad. Mom ko prio ko sa universe ko noon e. I could have been more intentional instead of disproving my Tito with more than one towering white horse with rancho pa at mga lupain. I could have told him that this is me making him proud even when things at home, especially finances and cheating mom's death are too big of KPIs for the newly adult me. I guess, I failed at aligning with him to the core.

That said, may this 2023 and 2024 be bound by intentional alignments. May I choose more wisely without pride, prejudice and of course, my seven-foot ego. May I try to make more stories happen instead of vehemently and creatively rejecting them just because I'm in deep fear of the unknown and my favorite, tabula rasa. May I allow myself to make things better be it weekdays or weekends, too. May I permit the lessons I've graphically learned to take me to places and spaces that would make epic roadtrips and food trips as I carry with me the badge of mother dragon and Tito Taurus. Kaloka. Sana maggawa ko coz, it's time, yes?

[firesmokeandashes]

Thanks so much for the tag @fire-but-ashes-too !

So, I have a lot of ships, but for the sake of my sanity I have chosen a few of my main ones and compiled a few of the quotes I got from the incorrect quotes generator

(All of these are Mha/Bnha because it's my current hyperfixation)

KatsZuku

Izuku, watching Katsuki : Ah yes. The mysterious and beautiful Katsuki , so demure…

Izuku: …I wonder what sort of melodic sounds this wonderful being makes?

Katsuki : *screaming*

Izuku: You know me, Katsuki , I don’t take any shit. You know what I say to my haters? Katsuki : What? Izuku: I say: “Please don’t hate me, I’m really nice.”

Katsuki : FIGHT ME, YOU NERD ASS SLUT! Izuku: At least try to sound slightly more sophisticated when you threaten someone. Katsuki : Oh, I'm sorry. I should ask; dost thou want to engage in a duel, my good bitch? Izuku: Somehow that's worse.

Izuku: Hold on, I can explain! Katsuki : Really? Can you now? Izuku: I can if you give me a minute to think of a convincing lie.

Katsuki, texting Izuku: Hey do you like anyone? Izuku: Yeah you Katsuki: Oh, I'm sorry we're just friends Izuku: *Yeah, you? Izuku: Oh haha sorry lol Katsuki: *dies inside*

Katsuki: Do you want to explain the text you sent me last night? Izuku: It was autocorrect. Katsuki: Autocorrect wrote "You're so hot. Please step on me."? Izuku: Yes.

ShinKami

Shinzou: Kaminari keeps forgetting which WiFi network they're supposed to use. Shinzou: So I renamed ours to "Kaminari, use this one" to help him out a little.

Kaminari: Your smile looks forced. Shinzou: That’s because it is.

Shinzou: You’re overthinking this. Kaminari: You don’t know the appropriate level of thinking, Shinzou. What if I’m underthinking?

Shinzou: Do you want to play 20 Questions? Kaminari: Sure! Kaminari: Whats your favorite color? Shinzou, laser fucking focused: Triangle. Do you like men?

Shinzou: Ha! Don't you know the trappers trap can trap the trapper? Shinzou: I must be losing it, I'm quoting Kaminari.

Shinzou: *hiding something in their coat* I think we should adopt another kid! Kaminari: No. Shinzou: Why not? Kaminari: Because when you say “kid”, you mean “cat”, and we already have fifteen of those. Shinzou: *unzips coat* Sixteen.

Kaminari: What type of dog is this? Shinzou: That’s a tortoise.

EraserMic

Shota: You spent all our money on THIS?? Hizashi, putting tiny raincoats on ducklings: They live outside. They need this.

Hizashi: I was arrested for being too cool. Shota: The charges were dropped due to a lack of supporting evidence.

Hizashi: I love you. Shota, not paying attention: What was that? Hizashi: I said I’m selling you to the zOo-

Shota: Our relationship is strictly professional. Hizashi, sitting on Shota’s lap: Absolutely. Only on business.

Hizashi: Do you care if I take the skin off this Furby? Hizashi: I want to make him a god. Once he is free of his sinful flesh, he can begin a path towards enlightenment. He will take care of us. Hizashi: I also want to softhack his circuits. Shota: I literally could not care less but never say anything as frightening as that ever again.

*Hizashi and Shota looking at a locked gate into a park* Hizashi: Aw. :( Shota: You know what they say. Hizashi: Please don’t- Shota: BE GAY DO CRIME! *hops gate* Hizashi: Frick-

Hizashi: I want a trip down memory lane. Shota: *proceeds to grab every warrior cats book they have and sets them in Hizashi's lap* Shota: I heard you needed these? Hizashi: YES! ALL OF THEM!

KiriMina

Kirishima: Hey, what’s the name of the guy who lives down the hall? Mina: His cats' names are Walter and Rose. Kirishima: That's not what I asked. Mina: That is all the information I have.

Mina: Okay, but what if we went to dinner not as friends this time? Kirishima: AS ENEMIES?! Mina:

Kirishima: That was so hot, Mina. Mina: I literally called the person who just flirted with you a degenterate dog and told them I hope they get dragged through the streets. Kirishima: I'm so in love with you.

Mina: My hands are cold. Kirishima: Here, let me hold them. Mina: My lips are cold too. Kirishima: *covers Mina's mouth with his hand*

Mina: My future partner must be brave, strong, intelligent, successful and organized. Kirishima: *steps on a caterpillar and proceeds to drop to their knees and sob while apologizing profusely* Mina: That one. I want that one.

Mina: Bro- Kirishima: No, no, hold up, rewind. Kirishima: My tongue was down in your throat just a second ago and now you're calling me bro??

Kirishima: Did you know you remind me of all 26 letters of the alphabet? Mina: What? Like J F K W S Q X- Kirishima: No, like, U R A Q T. Mina: Awwww!

And last on this post but certainly not least...

TogaChako

Ochako: Cool, any other secrets? Toga: I still sleep with the blanket I had as a baby. Ochako: Awww- Toga, stern: I use it as a gag when taking people’s pets hostage. Ochako: Ochako: There’s no punch line ‘cause it’s not a joke isn’t it?

Ochako: I’m Ochako. I’m an accountant. Toga: I’m Toga. I have a knife.

Ochako: When I met you I thought you were a real bitch. Toga: What changed your mind? Ochako: Oh, I still think you’re a bitch, I’ve just grown to like that about you.

Ochako: Okay happy campers! If you were a fruit what would you be and why? Toga: I'd be a tomato because no one accepts me as part of the group. Ochako: ... Toga: ... Ochako: OKAY HAPPY CAMPERS-

Toga: What’s up? I’m back. Ochako: I literally saw you die. You died. You were dead Toga: Death is a social construct.

Ochako: Can I have a private talk with you? Toga: Okay, as long as it’s not about tampons because I just don’t understand them.

Toga: Anyone down to take couples counseling and see at what point the therapist realizes we barely know each other? Ochako: Idiots to lovers, 20k words, angst with a happy ending.

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SOOOOOO

i was tagged by @rickie-the-storyteller over heeeereeee and it didnt let me reblog so new post!

LAFGSLKRGHLSKGH THIS IS SO FUN HELP WHY DIDNT I KNWO THIS EXISTED-

ANYWAYSSSSS

i gto very little ships (sadly) so im gonna go with both platonic and romantic ehehehe

Annexander (is it how were calling it?? idk) (@holdmyteaplease ur the expert on this give me a feedback)

Alexander: Think you can answer some questions without the usual level of sarcasm? Anne: If you can ask the questions without the usual level of stupid.

Alexander: *shatters a window and climbs through it* Alexander: *turns around and helps Anne through it* Breaking and entering is wrong Anne. Anne: Okay. Anne: Shut it Alexander, I only shook your hand because I had to. We will NEVER be friends. Alexander: Lets survive this together! Anne: I HOPE YOU DIE. Anne: Fellas, I gotta know for science. Is the opposite of red green or blue? Alexander: Technically a mix of green and blue? Anne: So blurple. Alexander: That's implying you're mixing blue and purple. Anne: Would you rather have fucking bleen? MOTHERFUCKING GRUE? Alexander: You were confusing before but now I'm scared Anne, holding a scooter: Alexander! Can I go outside and play with this? Alexander: Sure, whatever. I'm not your parent, okay? Anne, running outside: Thanks Alexander! Alexander, running out after them and screaming: NOT ON THE STREET! STAY AWAY! Alexander: It’s quick, it’s easy, and it’s free: pouring river water in your socks! Anne: Why would I do that? Alexander: It’s quick, it’s easy, and it’s free!

HELP CAUSE WHY IS THIS SO THEMMMM AKFGASKJGF

Anne and Indigo (the absolute besties)

Anne: So... what would you do if you were in bed with me? Indigo: Depends. Is your bed comfortable? Anne: Yes. Indigo: I'd sleep.

*Anne sends more than 5 messages in a row* Indigo: I ain’t reading all that. Indigo: I’m happy for you tho. Indigo: Or sorry that happened. Anne: I have a plan. Indigo: Good! As long as we aren’t breaking the law again, I’m open to hearing it. Anne: … Indigo: … Anne: I no longer have a plan.

Anne: Oh, so when crows remember people who wronged them and hold grudges, its “intelligent” and “really cool”. Anne: But when I do it, I’m “petty” and “need to let it go”.

ok... this is scarily accurate...

Alexis and Claire (friends to lovers complete dumbasses edition)(they have exactly 1 brain cell and they take turns being the responsible one. most times i gets forgotten at home)

Alexis: My hands are cold. Claire: Here, let me hold them. Alexis: My lips are cold too. Claire: *covers Alexis's mouth with their hand* Alexis: You’d be stupid to lay a hand on me. Claire: Oh, you’d be surprised how much stupid shit I do. Claire: You either buckle down and do your work or you’ll end up at McDonalds. Alexis: We're going to McDonalds if I don't do my work? Claire: NO- Alexis: What do you do for a living? Claire: I exist against my will. Alexis: Claire, I have a question. Claire: What is it, Alexis? Alexis: What color is an orange? Claire: Alexis, you bonehead! Its color is the same as its name. Just like a lemon. Alexis: I hope no one lowkey hates me. Alexis: Highkey hate me. Hate me with every fiber of your being. Alexis: Go big or go home.

THIS IS FUN. VERY FUN.

HOW TO CREATE CHARACTERS 101: NAME, BASIC VIBES AND THROW THEM AROUND IN THE INCORRECT QUOTES GENERATOR✨

tagging literally everyone i know on this one cause the world deserves to do this

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[lewisthot]

touches

summary: comforting lewis post race. rating: 18+ words: 1.1k characters: lewis hamilton x fem!reader a/n: seeing the pain lewis was in after the race all i wanted do is make him feel better, wrote this super quick i just can’t stop thinking about looking after him. so it’s probs kinda shit, dont judge!

watching lewis struggling to get out of the car pained you, all you wanted to do was run to him and hold him. you were sat in his driver's room as you anxiously waited for him.

'hey sweetheart'

finally walking through the door you ran up to him, scared to hurt him you hugged him gently as you wrapped your arms around his neck.

'are you okay? sorry that's a dumb question, how do you feel baby?'

'my back is killing me but i'm sure after a recovery massage i'll be a lot better y/n' you held his face in your hands stroking his cheek as he smiled back at your worried face. 'don't worry sweetie'

you sighed rolling your eyes. 'lewis i'll always worry about you and you don't have to put on a brave face for me.'

'I know sweetie but i'll be having chats with the team and it'll all be sorted out soon enough, now come here'

his arms wrapped around your waist he pulled you close as he leaned in kissing you softly. you let him go back to his obligations and went back to the hotel you were staying at. all you could think about was lewis, you wondered if lewis was in more pain than he was letting on, he always put on a brave face. you just needed to hold him, comfort him and shower him with affection at least in some way make him feel better. you didn't hear him at first too busy showering, till he knocked on the bathroom door.

'can i join you baby'

'only if you'll behave'

'you're the naughty one'

you chuckled at his little comment, you couldn't deny it though your mind often wandered to sinful thoughts whenever you were together let alone naked and wet. he undressed and stepped into the shower, immediately pulling you in for a deep kiss. now that you were both freshly washed you could put your plan into motion. you brought massage oil on the way back home, you weren't much of a masseuse but you know a thing or two, you just wanted to help relax him.

'baby, why don't you lie down on the bed whilst i give you a massage?'

he smiled quirking his eyebrow, 'you're so good to me. so, how do you want me?'

'naked and on your stomach'

he did as you requested and you took in the sight for a moment enjoying his muscles. pouring the oils along his back you started to massage his neck and shoulders. he let out a long sigh, a sign he was enjoying the way your hands kneaded his muscles. you slowly pressed kisses as you continued down his back and hips working his sore muscles.

'god, your hands feel good baby'

you smiled, his moans were like music to your ears. you started working on his legs from his feet, as you worked your way up his legs you climbed on top of him now squeezing his butt.

'your paying my butt a lot attention?'

you giggled, chewing on your bottom lip you just couldn't help yourself.

'lewis, you know i love your butt and besides the gluteal muscles can be very tight'

now it was his turn to laugh, sighing he closed his eyes enjoying the way your hand ran up and down his body and the soft kisses that came along with it. sure sport massages were great but having you on top of him was heaven. he could feel his cock twitch now how could he not be hard, he had the woman he loved on top of him giving him a rub down.

'turn around for me lewis'

he flipped around revealing his hard cock, you smirked biting your lip to stop yourself from grinning. it was nice to know your simple touch could have such an effect on him.

'that for me?' you couldn't help but tease him.

'always'

you held his hand massaging up his arm, you were going to give every part of his body the attention it deserved, his moans egging you on. moving onto his chest you decided to climb on top of him.

'fuck is that your bare pussy i feel?'

het let out a loud groan, you were wearing nothing but a lace nightgown, no underwear. he was already rock hard and now he could feel your throbbing pussy. forget the massage he thought, he needed to be inside of you. you didn't bother replying just nodding as you continued on with your massage, leaning down you kissed him softly but he grabbed your face kissing you harder, deeper.

'why am i lying here naked but you're dressed?'

you pulled off your nightgown, normally you'd tease and make him earn it but tonight you wanted to just focus on making him feel good.

'better?'

he ran his hands along your thighs, eyeing your body he groaned at the sight of your bare breast and pussy, a sight he adored.

'i think it's time for a happy ending'

you lifted up shuffling in between his legs, grabbing his cock you slowly stroked lewis's manhood.

'y/n...'

you took his cock into your mouth now, swirling your tongue around you sucked on him bobbing up and down his cock. he gripped your hair moaning your name numerous times, like he wanted to say something but couldn't get the words out. your pussy throbbed getting wetter, the way your name rolled off his tongue shot straight to your pussy. the deeper you took him the tighter his grip on your hair was, he loved when you deepthroated him, the way you'd gag slightly trying to fit all of him in your mouth. you could tell he was close, he was tensing up.

'fuck baby, i'm gonna cum'

you sucked on him faster, applying more pressure as you gripped the base of his cock. you were sloppy now, just how he liked it he exploded into the back of your throat swallowing every last seed as he let out the loudest groan of the evening. his hand still in your hair he pulled you off his cock to him, kissing you deeply.

'you're so good to me'

'i am too please'

'that you certainly did but i should return the favour.'

'tonight was all about you, you can return the favour tomorrow'

'tomorrow you'll be waking up to multiple orgasms.' he held your face as he stroked your cheek, looking deeply into your eyes as he let everything sink in and thought about how special you were.

'i love you y/n'

'i love you baby'

climbing off lewis you grabbed your nightgown before climbing in under the sheets. now it was time for cuddles and sleep, you planned to hold him very tight.

[greyeyedmonster-18]

mercy pt. 2

What would you do for someone you love? Would you lie for them? Steal? Would you kill for them?

(a story of seduction, sin, and crime in six parts)

disclaimer: i apologize for everything you are about to read and take full responsbility.

part 1 here

“You’ll have to forgive me, my memory's a bit—Harry put the kettle on for our guest—foggy these days—”

“Isn’t he a bit young to be using the stove?”

Petunia raised a thin eyebrow at the man, who was now sitting at her kitchen table, looking quite comfortable for someone who was there to pay respects. For someone who was in mourning. To ask about her. Someone who was just there to make conversation just for the appropriate amount of time (so they wouldn’t feel guilty for not stopping by at all) and then he was going to leave, just as everyone else had.

The longer Petunia was caught up in grief, the more she realized she was alone in this world. Grief was a barrier between herself and everyone else; loneliness sinking in and reminding her (as if she could forget) of the horrible thing that had happened.

“Don’t mind him,” Petunia said shortly, and if she were paying more attention, perhaps she would’ve noticed the way the other man bristled, light eyes focusing intently on her nephew putting the kettle on the stove. “How…did you know my husband?”

I would’ve remembered you.

Vernon would’ve had something to say about the tattoos. The earring

Petunia would’ve remembered a smile like that. If she had known lust and the law of physical attraction would be enough to put a pin in the sadness, she would’ve dreamt up this man weeks ago.

“Bowling league on Thursdays.”

“Oh, yes…yes.”

“I had only joined this year, needed a hobby to keep myself busy, wanted to make some new friends—I just came over from France, you see—and Vernon was…truly welcoming. Loudest one in the room, he was.”

“That was my Vernon.”

“Was always raving about his kids, very proud.”

“Kid.”

“Sorry?”

“We had a son, Dudley.”

“Who is the young man fixing us tea then?”

“Don’t mind him,” Petunia repeated, this time more firmly. The man's interest in her nephew was off-putting. Perhaps she could get him to stop talking, just as she had her other guests, and she could simply look. “Who…who did you say you were?”

“I didn’t,” the man said, before extending his hand, “Sirius Black.”

“…Black,” Petunia said, not wanting to meet his hand, the name whispering something in the back of her mind that she couldn’t quite place. She had heard it before. Where? Perhaps Vernon had mentioned this man after all.

“Did I say something wrong, love?”

Petunia straightened slightly and blinked, “No…no, you didn’t. You just sound familiar.”

“I would hope everyone visiting you right now sounds familiar. It'd be very odd if a stranger came into your house," he said lightly.

"I...suppose you're right. Vernon had so many friends and colleagues. Hard to keep track when--"

"Life of the party? I know that." Sirius chuckled lightly, before putting one of his hands on the table, resting near Petunia's, "But enough about me—why I don’t I give your young man a hand with the tea. What's his name?"

Petunia furrowed her brows, looking over her shoulder at her nephew on the stepstool attempting to get cups out from the cupboards, "You heard him, what's your name? Don't be rude."

"Harry, sir."

"Why don't I get those for you, Harry?" Sirius offered, standing up from the chair, Petunia taking in his height for the second time. "I really came here to check in on how you are holding up, which might be a stupid question," He told Petunia, "I'm sure you're doing the very best you can."

Sirius maneuvered far too confidently around a space that wasn't his. Vernon must have invited him over when Petunia was at the market, that had to be the reason. This man walked to the kitchen and gave Harry a warm smile, reaching to get the cups out.

“Most people don’t stay for very long," Petunia remarked.

“I’m not most people. I have no plans for the rest of the day.”

Tea was served. Sirius found coasters and brought them over to the table. Napkins as well. Had he noticed the watermarks on the wood? Tell-tale signs of lack of care since the world had ended?

Unlike the other visits from the women and the men Petunia had once considered part of her most intimate circles, Sirius sat and listened. He insisted he wanted to hear all about her favorite memories with Vernon—their wedding night, their first date, the moment she knew she loved him. He wanted to hear about family vacations and the things Petunia missed the most. He had asked when does your heart feel heaviest? and Petunia confessed it was every morning. Crying at the table with a near-perfect stranger who offered her a handkerchief from his pocket and offered to prepare dinner for the three of them.

It was the first time in a month that Petunia felt a little lighter and not just exhausted after having company.

“Thank you for indulging me today,” Sirius said, as she walked him to the front door, “It’s nice to…just talk about him sometimes. With someone who knew him like I did.”

“You’re the first person who has actually wanted to talk with me about him…” and not around him. Them.

“People don’t know what to say sometimes.”

“You do.”

“Not my first run in with grief, I’m afraid.” Sirius looked down, his hands going into his pockets and for a moment Petunia thought he might be the one to cry. She still had his handkerchief on the table…was there etiquette on giving it back? “But mine was a while ago.”

“…Does it get better?”

“No.”

And Petunia laughed. A watery, shrill laugh at the blatant honesty, which caused Sirius to smile again. Though if Petunia had been more observant, she would've noticed how it read as more of a grimace; how Sirius tilted his head to the side in an effort to cover up one of his ears at the sound. “Well…thank you for not coddling me.”

“A woman who lives to tell the tale after her husband and son pass isn’t a woman who needs coddling,” he said, “…I don’t mean to impose—”

“Hm?”

“Would you mind if I came by again? It’s just…today was really nice for me. I haven’t had anyone to talk with. I live alone, no wife or anything, and uh most days it's great but it’s been particularly hard these past few weeks. Feeling rather...lonely. I needn’t explain that to you, I’m sure.”

“I…would appreciate that.. I've been lonely too.”

“I’ll bring dinner. I’m sure you’re tired of—”

“Gods, I am exhausted of casserole,” she said, another shrill laugh escaping her lips.

“What does Harry like?”

“What’s that matter?”

“Children can be picky eaters.”

“Not this one.”

“Hm.” Sirius said and nodded slowly, “Alright then. Uhm..how’s Friday?”

“Just fine.”

“Have a nice night, Petunia.”

“You too, Sirius.” She watched until the man disappeared into the shadows of the night, listening to the sound of a motorcycle roaring to life before she shut the door, exhaling.

Something that felt like relief.

What odd company.

“Aunt Petunia, who was that man?”

“A friend of your Uncles,” she said.

“He was nice.”

“Hmm….” Her eyes went to her nephew, “Go to your room, Harry.”

--

Sirius parked his bike on the street, after driving back to London from Surrey. It would’ve been easy enough to fly back, but he had wanted to clear his head. The events of the day came back to him in waves, Sirius not believing it was actually his body sitting at the table with Petunia Dursley discussing her dead husband and son as if he wasn’t lying between his teeth. It wasn’t often Sirius said thank you to his parents—actually, it was hardly ever, Sirius mostly cursing them and wishing their rules and influence away—but he was grateful for all the time he spent lying as a child. For every half-truth, he told to escape punishment, to the bigger ones he told to keep the peace for his brother. He could rattle off a lie without breaking a sweat and that day was no different.

Poker face of steel.

Not a single crack.

Sirius kicked the stand of his bike down, harder than necessary, before walking towards the pavement, watching as Number 12 Grimmauld Place magically appeared between two homes where it wasn’t before. Magic sensed him without any qualms and he walked through the door, finally breathing a sigh of relief.

“Sirius?” called a voice down the hall.

“It’s me, Remus. And I have some shit to fill you in on,” Sirius took off his boots at the door, padding down the hallway in sock feet, into the sitting room where Remus was lounging, long legs up on the armrest of the couch, book in hand. “And I’m going to need a stiff drink.”

“I didn’t know straight fire whiskey could be anything less than,” Remus mused closing his book, “So…how’d it go?”

“Scarily well,” Sirius told him, easily moving Remus’s legs aside to take the spot next to him, legs now on his lap, and Sirius gave his partner's knee cap a squeeze, “As in…I don’t think this will be a problem at all. I’m seeing her again Friday.”

“Are you really?” Remus's eyebrows skyrocketed, "That fast?"

“You of little faith.”

“I’m not…underestimating your charm,” Remus said slowly, “It just…wasn’t the most foolproof plan we’ve ever come up with.”

“Then I suppose she’s a bigger fool than we could account for,” Sirius waved his hand, summoning the bottle of firewhiskey from the bar in the sitting room, not bothering with a glass. This occasion was one that warranted alcohol straight from the bottle. He took a swig, letting the liquid burn his throat, adding heat and acid to the wildfire lies spreading. In another life, maybe Sirius would’ve felt guilty. Lying to a grieving widow like this; taking advantage of her like this. But no matter how deep he dug, he couldn’t find a shred of guilt or shame in the caverns of his body.

Suppose he could thank his parents for that as well.

They killed people, his father killed people, hurt people, lied to people, and never blinked and Sirius had often wondered how it was possible.

They don’t serve me a purpose, why should I care? His father had told him one evening when Sirius found himself forced to endure a conversation in his father's study. One that involved his future and career and something bigger than himself. He was newly sixteen. Sirius didn’t understand and Sirius ran away as a result.

Sirius was approaching 30 now.

He understood.

Petunia Dursley served a single purpose and after that? Sirius couldn't care.

“How’s Harry?”

“Let’s just say…. it’ll be a miracle if I don’t kill her sooner.”

continue to part 3

[lamentingwclf]

Were they being honest, that 24 year old that was shipped out to Europe to his death didn't know a lot about what he wanted because he did not allow himself to want beyond that of his basic needs. He didn't see a house in his future like this, so it simply wasn't something that he thought about. He didn't know what he wanted to do with his life, so he continued working at the docks because the pay was good and his boss had turned into a pseudo father. He didn't know that the childless man was planning to leave the business to him if he returned, and that it would have created opportunities he'd have never thought of. None of this had mattered because if he had lived, he likely never would have returned to Brooklyn at all. Despite wanting to, he would not have been able to face the reality of what was going to happen, Gwen's impending marriage, or being second choice. He'd have been the one she settled for. He wouldn't have had to because Peggy Carter formed S.H.I.E.L.D. and would have recruited him immediately.

So the things this house stood for now, what he'd been able to build, it wasn't a glimpse of who he had been, but who he'd become. And as Bucky glanced at Gwen, he wondered if she saw that at all. He wondered if he'd ever stop wondering if she saw him as anything other than the idea she created of him in her head that fit her own narrative.

"This might be hard for you to hear, but I don't remember." It's a small step towards the level of honesty he's intending to present in this conversation. "There's a lot of small memories that I'm likely never going to recover." Though he wishes that he could just sit and let her laugh. He wishes he could pretend that the shared memory is there, laugh too, but he doesn't.

"You going, it wasn't meant to be a permanent thing." Another truth, though her next statement only solidifies his previous thought. She only sees the things she wants to see, and if it was easier for her to think he hated her than face the truth, so be it. "And maybe, a little, I did hate you, but probably not for the reasons you think." Not that he has any idea what that is anymore, if he had to guess, it was likely because she blamed herself for being part of an experiment Zola started and perfected on him. But he held no blame for her there. Which meant he would have to tell her why he did.

"I don't think hate is the right word. Maybe when we were kids, and things were always so easy for you and you always tried to insert yourself into problems you had no understanding of." Like the poverty. "You didn't realize how invasive or rude it was to us, but we also never told you because we didn't want to hurt your feelings. Maybe that was our fault." In a lot of ways, their continuing to shelter her was absolutely their fault, but she had wanted to be one of them so badly, they let her. "Maybe I should have hated you for telling me what I wanted to hear in the letters we sent, but not any more than I hated myself for putting all of that on you as well. I knew you bought a dress, I knew if we all survived that it was never going to be me, I knew you were always going to choose Harry. I also knew you were going to be livid when I didn't come home, be it death or by choice, because I wasn't going to be able to sit by and watch it happen, but you were going to expect me to, because it's what you would have done if roles were reversed. But I'm not you, and it was a cruelty I wouldn't have been able to forgive."

He settles his chair back on the ground and just seems to deflate from the fatigue of holding all of these things inside.

"I appreciate your forgiveness, but it's not for you to say what I choose to carry. I have done a lot of bad things in my life, both before the war and after. I choose to carry these memories and these people that Winter Soldier murdered because they deserve not to be forgotten. It's my burden, and no one can absolve me of those sins but myself." Which he'd never said out loud to anyone before. "If you truly want to show some forgiveness, if you truly want to be here and in my life, then the only thing I will ask of you is to stop flinching any time you're around me. I have never, and will never raise a hand against you, and the fact you act like I will? That's the devastating part to me.

You can come back. I will do the holidays with you. I will work through this however you think will be best. But that is my threshold. If you truly think I'm going to hurt you, then you need to stay away from me."

A nod is given when he invites her outside to the garden, and she has to fight the urge to smile. She wasn't sure that 24 year old that left her on that ship to London would have ever wanted a garden- or even said the word other than when he worked at the summer house or fell into someone's patio garden. Which happened more times than he or those on his block liked to admit. But she follows him outside and this time she can't help but smile as she looks at the wide open area...and it feels like home. Slowly the brunette goes to the swing, sitting down and begins rocking back and forth as she waits for him to speak.

What he says isn't what she expects, and Gwen can't help but swallow thickly. There was still so much she didn't know, but Sam and Sarah...they'd helped her piece together some of the puzzle and help her understand that from the moment he'd received that yellow piece of paper back in 1943 he'd hadn't had the freedom of choice until very very recently. And it hurt...and she wanted to take everything from him- all the pain, all the destruction and she wants to tell him that. But then he's telling her the room is hers and for a moment she's too stunned to speak.

"....You were planning for me to come back? You...you wanted me back." There's no questioning the second statement, because he would have never bothered telling her this if it wasn't his intention. "I thought....I thought you hated me..."

Brown eyes watch him as he balances back on the two legs and Gwen gives a small laugh. "You still do that, huh? Do you remember doing that at one of the diners near Coney Island and how pretty you thought that redheaded waitress was and you were trying to show off and you fell backwards-" Her laugh breaks up her words at the memory, her hands coming over her mouth as she laughed. "You just popped up like nothing had happened and Steve- Steve was laughing so so hard..."

Slowly the laughing stops and the grin fades, a longing for those days to return creeping in but she forces it down and nods at his next question. "It hasn't been easy- especially not those first months but they've helped me adjust. The people in town too. And the boys are so sweet and funny and...and sometimes they remind me of Russell..."

She pauses for a moment, still unable to wash down that grief yet- and she's not sure she ever would. "I...I had a lot of time to think about what you told me and you were right, when you first told me I-I was too focused on the fear of losing you- of needing you to survive that I didn't care, I didn't want to. I don't...I don't know how I feel about my parents, about my father. Maybe I never will, but- but there's a small piece of me that feels better that he was...at least attempting to make things right. There's just so much conflict about this whole thing that I don't know what I feel....but what I do know is that I don't blame you. Not in the slightest. At first I was happy you did....I don't think that anymore but...but there isn't a single part of me that holds you accountable for this. Sam told me how much you carry those things, and it's not surprising because of who you are. I hold nothing against you, Bucky, but you need to hear this so, I forgive you. I forgive you for that night...and I don't want you to hold onto that anymore."

Slowly Gwen takes a breath then stands, looking around at the yard again then nods. "The boys are expecting you for Thanksgiving. I overheard them in the kitchen a couple of times. I think Sarah and Sam are too. So-So that will be good because my things are down there but I'd....I'd like to stay here with you and we can go down there together. It's been a while since we've seen each other on the Holidays...and I think it'll be nice not celebrating the season alone- for the both of us. It'll be different, and there hasn't been a time that I haven't been around my family for the season....so I....I could maybe use a familiar face?"