#I don't care if the Jesus himself came down from the heavens

[regret-with-a-u]

Hating on the net is not enough. I need to beat the shit out of John Winchester.

[reallyromealone]

Title: fated

Chapter: two

Fandom: JJK

Characters: Gojo, Geto, unimportant ocs

Fic type: series

Pairings: Gojo x reader

Warnings: male reader, reader insert, omegaverse, Omega male reader, angst

Notes:

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Gojo had been staying with (name) for a week at this point, (name) going about his day of without any care and honestly ignoring him half the time.

Gojo was still his... Gojo self.

(Name) Was watching his dramas on the couch as he made little plush toys for the neighborhood children, Gojo had gone out to do whatever... Frankly (name) didn't care and if Gojo didn't have the power to blast off the hinges of his door, he would have changed the locks.

Gojo had Geto send him a copy of (name)s information, everything about the Omega, hobbies and interests though Gojo ignored those as they seemed to be generic Omega things to make the thorn bush that was (name) seem more delicate.

(Name) Was interesting though from the other things Geto gathered for him, and something deeply interesting.

He wasnt blood related to the (lastname) clan...

He was a descendant of a notable figure.

Sakuna.

That would explain his defiant nature.

And then came his abilities...

Jesus fuck.

At that moment, Gojo knew why they were destined to be together.

If given proper training, (name) would be an unstoppable force and it made sense on why he was the diamond of his clan as Gojo was the gift of the heavens of his clan.

Their offspring would be a monster of power.

(Name) Was asleep when Gojo came back, the tv playing a drama as the Omega slept on the couch, curled up and cozy as a few crochet plushies scattered around him. Gojo felt the urge to protect but... He didn't feel love, he was always told that when you met your soulmate you would feel endless love but he just felt... Calm.

Like he did with Geto.

Carefully he lifted (name) and brought him to his bed, tucking him in.

He would learn to love (name) as his omega and (name) as his alpha...

"Work?" Gojo asked confused and (name) nodded with a yawn "of course, what do you think I sit on my ass all day?" Yup he could definitely see how he was descendants to Sakuna now, the white haired man chuckling at his omegas attitude, he definitely wasn't some weak Omega.

Gojo knew he would have to leave soon, he had work to do after all.

But he would be back, he had to come back for his mate after all.

They both had roles to play.

Gojo noticed that (name) always read slower, more intensely "oh.... They didn't see a purpose of having me learn too much, better a pretty Omega than one who could make their alpha look inferior" Gojo with his new knowledge of (name) knew that wasn't the full truth, they kept (name) dumb so that he couldn't be a threat like Gojo was.

"I have to go back to Tokyo tomorrow..." Gojo started and (name) looked up from his dinner "hm? Finally gave up?" He asked calmly and Gojo snorted "I don't give up, I just have to take care of stuff" he said simply and (name) rolled his eyes "it would be easier if you came with"

"Absolutely not" (name) didn't even hesitate to shoot that down, as he glared at Gojo "don't feel like you need to rush back" (name) said with a bland tone as he sipped his drink "ill be sure to come back as soon as possible " Gojo fired back as blue locked with (color) and the two glared at one another.

It took a month and a half till Gojo returned "what is this? You moving into the village or something?" (Name) Asked at all the bags and boxes that sat on his engawa "nah, Geto told me courting gifts are important" Gojo said and (name) looked a mix of annoyed and disgusted "you don't need to do that"

"But I want to"

(Name) Wanted to slap him, the audacity of this man.

Alphas were really shameless.

(Name) Barely glanced at the pile of gifts in his livingroom as Gojo made himself comfortable "so ya miss me while I was gone?"

"No" (name) said simply as he sipped his drink, already feeling a headache form in the front of his skull at the other "the house smells sweeter, you get a new air freshener or something " Gojo tried making small talk and (name) wasn't too interested "no that's just post heat smell, sticks on the walls for a while" this made Gojo freeze "your heat?" When was this?!

"Yeah, it ended the other day" (name) said like it was just talk about the weather, deciding to work on his crossword puzzle that was sitting on the corner of the table "why didn't you call me?" Gojo asked incredulously and (name) glanced up and glared "why would I call you?"

"Because I'm your alpha!"

"But you aren't" (name) argued and Gojo seethed, his Infinity getting a bit stronger and (name) was pushed back a bit, a slight look of fear on his face was enough to snap him out of it and a guilty look on his face "shit, I'm sorry" he was already fucking up even more and it hadn't even been an hour! (Name) Letting distressed pharamones slip out as he whispered "you make no attempts to be my alpha, ignore me for years and then you come into my life and make demands and claims... Then you use your strength the intimidate me... You are no different than the ones I grew up around" (name)a words were like a hot knife as he curled into himself.

(Name) Went about his day as if Gojo didn't exist, the Alpha having the decency of getting a room at the local inn though it was obvious Gojo didn't exactly want to do so but after the stunt he just pulled it was the smartest choice.

Though that didn't stop him from being excessive and clingy.

"Maybe we could go on a date tonight, what is there in this town anyways?" Gojo followed (name) around at work and the Omega was deeply embarrassed as people stared and whispered "can you not bother me while I'm at work?"

"I just wanna see what my omega is up to"

"Not your omega"

"Not yet"

"(Name)?" A voice called as Gojo was a bit annoyed that (name)s attention left him to some beta man who was the embodiment of the annoying boy next door trope "oh kei, is school out already?" (Name) Checked his watch and it was already 5pm, the store would be closed soon "yeah, gave the kids some fun in the sun before school let out... It's a nice day and all" he joked as Gojo dead stared him from behind (name) who paid no mind "that's great! It's too good of day to waste truly"

"Whose this?" Kei asked and looked at Gojo with a stupid smile that made the white haired man feel the urge to turn him into a fine mist.

There was barely any cursed energy in him, both Gojo and (name) combined had enough cursed energy to keep japan lit for a generation! He was weak, the lowest level scum cursed spirit could take him down!

"He's a creep who won't leave me alone" (name) said blandly and Gojo scoffed "Gojo Satoru, his fiance"

"Not my fiance"

"Not with that attitude" Gojo fired back and the school teacher looked between them confused before smiling "well it's nice to meet you Gojo! I'm Sato Kei!" He was inconsequential to Gojo, offering his hand to him but if he was to get closer to (name) he would need to get close to his friends.

"Pleasure to meet you" (name) huffed as they interacted but decided to take the time to return to his shift and shake the tick that was Gojo off him.

Gojo should had known it wouldn't be complete smooth sailing while he was here...

"It's always schools.." he whispered as he adjusted his eye cover and walked to the building where a cursed spirit resided, he just hoped he could finish the job fast.

Gojo didn't have a lot of empathy to those weaker to him, he didn't care about them.

But he did care about his omega, even if he didn't get why he did.

And telling (name) that his beta friend was dead... He never wanted to see (name) cry like that again.

[artificialbreezy]

AN: this has been in my head for days, weeks, months even. then @as-above-so-below1000 brought it up and i said fuck it i’m posting this.

CW: somno (i swear both parties consented before never fear) husband matt gets his own warning, dirty talk (Matt the yapologist), some pet names. the usual breezy shit

Taglist - @thefallennightmare @xxkittenkissesxx @as-above-so-below1000 @abiomens @alloraiona @itsafullmoon @english-fucker @shilohrosechicken

You can join the taglist here.

WC - 929

NSFW under the cut ◡̈

You always told Matty, once there were those 2 rings sitting on your finger you didn’t care what he did. The first month of marriage was sweet, soft, loving. enjoying each other's company as much as possible before he had to leave again. you never minded, this was his job and you loved him anyway. 3 days was all this time, not bad at all. 

When he texted you that his flight got delayed and he’d be home around 3am, you were determined to stay awake. Kiss your husband, tell him how much you missed him and listen to him ramble about the shows. But when you put on Totoro at 2, you accepted fate and fell asleep on the couch. You’d definitely hear him come in. 

Matt was met with no dogs and no little wife when he walked into the house. Just the subtle sounds of the totoro credits. 

Setting his bag down, and kicking his shoes off he worked his way towards the living room. He smiled to himself when he saw his wife on the couch, half on the throw pillow, his old bloodline shirt and some knee high socks. 

She looks so soft, he thought to himself while he bent down to rest his hand on the soft of your bare thigh. 

Moving his hand slowly towards the inner part of her thigh, watching her body automatically adjust to his touch. The soft hum that came out of her mouth was all he needed. 

“Hi, pretty. Missed you so much,” his hand moved slowly to the inside of your thigh. Soft circles, watching your face for any sign of discomfort. His hand moving up and stopping right at your clothed core. “Gonna show you how much I missed you, bet she’s crying for me. Can't just leave her needy.” 

His hands ran across the lace on the band of your panties, debating with himself if he should keep them on you or ruin them. Moving down, he stopped before he could pull them away. Pressing a soft kiss to your inner thigh, “love you, so much.” He saw your eyes flutter open, “Matty?” smiling up at you he spoke - “Hi baby, go back to sleep. Just loving on you a little.” Your eyes closed with a soft hum, signaling he could continue. 

He presses his nose against your core and inhales, “fuck - this is what heaven is huh?” His tongue licks a stripe upwards, pressing a kiss to your clit. Groaning against you as you grind against him. He watches your sleep ridden state tremble against his mouth. He pulls back a little, and runs his finger through your folds before slowly pushing his finger into your crying hole. “Jesus baby, don't think you even needed to be stretched out first,” he spoke while he started to curve his finger upwards. 

His eyes were trained on your cunt swallowing his finger, nothing was more attractive to him than you sucking him in anytime he wanted to feel you. He was pulled out of his thoughts when he heard the soft whimper fall from your mouth. “Mmmm, Matty-” as your hips started moving against his hand. 

“What baby?” His tone was loving, soft. He looked up to see your eyes heavy, cheeks flushed. You've never been more pretty, than right now. “You need more?” Nodding your head, “please, ” your eyes starting to close again. His hand came up to rest on your cheek, tapping gently “cmon, open your eyes pretty. Wanna see ‘em when I sink into you. Can go back to bed after that.” 

He pulled his shorts down just enough so his cock was freed, he brought his hand closer to his mouth and spit. Wrapping his hand around his cock, he stroked himself once before lining himself with your entrance. “Matty-” he cut you off by pushing just the tip in. “There you go, c'mon honey, relax for me. Gotta let me in.” He watched you take a breath, as he sank further in. 

“Look at you, sucking me right in now. She missed me huh? God, you're such a mess.” He groaned as he ruts his cock against you. He pulls his hips out, before driving in again. “Fuck, squeezin’ me so good. Look at that, you just open up for me huh?”

You nod, drool starting to form at the corners of your mouth. 

He moves forward, pressing his lips against yours. There’s no fight, he’s taking full control. He bucks his hips a little harder than usual, just enough that you gasp into his kiss. Giving him full access to explore the inside of your mouth. 

He bites down on your lips, “missed you so much honey, so fucking much. Never leaving you again, you’re coming with me from now on.” 

His hands falls in between you two, starts rubbing soft circles on your sensitive bud. 

“You can cum, don’t gotta ask. Wanna feel it baby. Need to feel it, yeah? Please honey, i’m so close.” 

There’s no words that fall from your mouth, just frantic nodding and a whine. 

“Fuck, you’re close huh? Cmon, give it to me. I’m right here. Be my good little wife,” you cut him off with your lips against his. Grinding harder against him. With a groan, he stills his movements. Coating your walls with him. 

“Missed you so fucking much, honey bee. Gonna clean you up, go back to sleep. I’m right here.” He presses a soft kiss to your head and that was all you needed before sleep took over again.

[lostonehero]

Fuck it

Werewolf Martin

Martin knew he was fucked, it's been a week since he's been trapped in this damn apartment by this worm woman. He might of fucked up even more when he finally noticed his calender. This was so stupid that he prepared for this, but it was a freaky worm creature. He growls low and haunting. The sun was going down soon, and his landlord won't be happy in the slightest. What about the other people here. He especially got this place because it was cheap and nobody cared who came and went.

"L-look, please leave me a-alone." Martin pressed himself against his front door bracing against the thumps. "It's almost sunset."

He heard a mocking laugh. "Afraid of the dark? Listen to our sweet song, let it consume you join us, Martin."

Martin groaned. That isn't what he meant at all, but should he feel bad about what he was going to do? He didn't have control when he was hungry and he was trapped and this door won't hold him. He had two hours to convince this creature to leave, and he didn't exactly have his phone to call for help.

Time moved quickly after he finally made his decision. He could come up with a cover story. He's done it before, and hell, his mom never figured out what happened to him as a teen. He will have to get new clothes and explain the weight loss but fuck it.

"L-ast!" Martin was never good at counting his time as his words are cut off with a growling scream. Bones shifting and cracking fur covering his body. Then it's too quiet, and the thumping against the door seemed to laugh and get more violent until....

A loud blood curling howl and the door were broken into splinters. The worms did nothing to the giant wolf creature with red fur with streaks of black. The wolf growled and gave no warning when it charged and bit into the hive of a woman. Blood rot and worms were sprayed. The wolf bared its teeth and ran out of the complex.

.......

"Any news on Martin?" Sasha hums, looking over Tim, who was scrolling through his phone.

"Not since the beginning of the week." Tim shrugs. "I know double boss gave him sick leave even if he told us through text."

"I'm worried about the big guy he- " Sasha is cut off by stomping feet and gasping breath.

"I'm - I'm uh back." It was Martin. The man seemed to loom over them more so than normal his soft curves seemed to be replaced with muscular angles. His red hair was a mess on the top of his head, and his clothes seemed to hang on him. "Sorry I didn't mean to be gone so long."

"Geez Marto, you alright." Tim looks at him with wide eyes. "Some stomach bug you had looked at you."

Sasha gasps and gets up. "Martin, you look pale. Are you alright? You shouldn't come back if you are still sick."

Did Jane use his phone? Probably Martin sighs he needed a lie or half truth. "There was a massive break in at my flat, and it seems they used wild animals. The police are still investigating, and uh, I didn't just want to stay there while they investigate. A lot of stuff was ruined, nothing stolen. I don't think but I need a new door."

"Fucking hell Martin why come into work?" Tim stared at the taller man with a open mouth.

"They uh broke my phone so I couldn't explain to Elias what happened." Martin looked away with a blush.

"Jesus Martin." Sasha sighs. "Come on I'll come with you to explain things to Elias and then Jon."

"Oh, uh, thank you." Martin gives a nervous smile. "It's just been hectic."

"Oh sweetie, how about we make some tea after." Sasha hums. "Tim can pay for drinks later."

"I did not agree to anything!" Tim huffs but has a smile on his lips. "Glad to have ya back, big guy."

Martin's face was as red as his hair. "You guys thank you."

.......

Elias looked up from his desk and raised his brow in slight confusion, which isn't his normal Forte. "Martin, what a lovely surprise are you feeling better?"

Martin shifted and swallowed he wasn't nervous around his boss he kind of had the instinct to intimate him. Not that he would he needs this job and heaven forbid he finds out he lied. "Yeah, I was sick, and uh, then my flat was broken into with animals, and uh, I don't exactly have a phone at the moment." He recalls picking out broken pieces of his phone in his mouth the next morning.

Elias had that confused expression on his face, but it quickly was covered up. "If you need more time off, I can give you..."

Martin quickly shook his head. "No, I uh sir I rather keep my mind off of that. I'll just get back to work then."

"Alright then. Just stay safe, Martin. we wouldn't want anything bad happening to you." Elias smiles and waves Martin out.

Martin sighs. "I think that went well."

"Come on, now we have to tell Jon." Sasha hums.

"Oh right yeah, tell Jon." Martin takes a breath. It's bad enough that he had a crush on his boss, but it's worse because his instincts agreed with him to the point where he couldn't exactly write off his feelings. He also knew Jon was a cat person, which didn't help him.

....

"Martin...." Jon narrowed his gaze to the taller man. He could see whatever sickness he had taken a heavy toll on the man. Then, to have a break in on top of that. Maybe he could let some of the unfortunate behaviors of the man go for the moment. "I am glad you've returned."

Martin gave a nervous smile. "Thank you sir uh Jon thank you, Jon." He shifts slightly. "Would you like a cup of tea?"

Jon nods his head. "I would like one, yes."

Martin nods and quickly exits.

Jon sighs and returns to his notes. He really shouldn't be so hard on the man, but it can't be helped.

......

They were fooling around while Jon, who rarely stepped out of his office, was out. Martin always did his best not to go to work or, at the very least, leave early on the nights of the full moon. He wasn't exactly lucky today, and maybe he was being a little aggressive when he was knocked into a wall. "Oh bloody hell."

"Oh fuck me." Tim gasps.

"Is that a tunnel?" Sasha stared at the Martin sized hole in the wall.

Martin groans he could see deep into the tunnels more so than the others, but he would never admit why to them. The smell hit him, and he knew that smell, but it was fresh, and his body didn't. No, his instincts screamed at him to follow it. "Guys, we shouldn't. Uh, we shouldn't be..."

"MARTIN!" Jon shouted, and Martin didn't flinch, and if they noticed, nobody said a word. "What the bloody hell... was....that...oh."

"Hey, so didn't know you had a spooky tunnel, boss man." Tim jokes, but everyone can see the curiosity in his eyes.

"That's supposed to be a solid wall." Jon mumbles, looking at Martin, who got up dusting himself off. Be nice, Jon. "Did you hit your head?"

"N-no. I'm fine but it's getting late and we shouldn't explore this now." Martin knew the sun wouldn't be down for another 3 hours, but he also knew he couldn't trust public transport to race against the night. He didn't grab Sasha fast enough when she stepped inside the tunnel.

"Properly spooky." Sasha chuckles using the flashlight on her phone. "Come on, we investigate this stuff all the time. Now we have one at our home base. A little urban exploration won't kill us." She bites her tongue, looking back at Tim.

Tim grabs a flashlight from his keychain. "I'm with Sasha. We are employees at the spooky place. Let's unearth some spooky secrets." He's already tugging Martin along. "Come on, big guy. You'll be our muscle." He jokes.

Jon follows the three. "I suppose I would like some hard evidence." He has a flashlight on his phone as well and follows them into the tunnels.

Martin somehow made his way to the front of the group and became the so-called guide. Against his sane mind, he was following that scent he picked up earlier, and he doesn't realize how long they've been in there.

"Hey Mateo, you sure you don't need a torch?" Tim was to his side.

"O-oh yours is fine enough." Martin internally groaned he forgot to look normal. He has pretty good night vision thanks to being that, along with other enhanced senses. Speaking of which, his hand perked out, grabbing the back of Jon's sweater. "Not that way." And as if on cue, the path seemed to shift, and a wall was in place of that open tunnel.

"Dude, are you like psychic?" Tim blinks. "How did you know?"

"....smelled wrong..." Martin mumbles.

Jon blinks. "How did a wall just move out of nowhere? What even are these tunnels?"

Sasha hums and points her light up, highlighting a name. "That's a familiar name."

"Robert smirk." Tim sighs. "That guy seems to be everywhere."

Martin barely glances at Tim's phone. It was getting too late, and he knew he couldn't turn back. It was too late to backtrack he really hoped he wouldn't hurt them. He jumps at a soft touch on his arm.

"Martin, relax." Jon sighs. "I wanted to thank you for not letting me get trapped."

Martin smiles softly, and Jon swore he could see a faint glow from the larger man's eyes. "O-of course Jon, we shouldn't split up."

Jon nods. "Right, you are Martin."

They continue forward, and that familair dread was settling in Martin's core. The smell was getting stronger, and he didn't know what the state of the body would be in. He didn't know if he would be in control when... he clutched his chest in pain and fell to his side. "Bloody fuck." He gasps. He was too late, and to his left, he saw an open room and that body he was tracking.

"Martin!?" Sasha shouted as her light traveled over, revealing the large room and the dead body. She gasps and drops her phone.

Jon stared wide-eyed at the body. He's never seen a dead body before, let alone one with eyes that shouldn't still be intact.

The color drained out of Tim's face. "Holy shit."

Martin stumbled to his feet again. "Guys...." He covered his mouth, and his legs gave out with a heavy crack. He was growling, trying his best to fight this, but he knew it was futile.

"Martin, come on, get up." Jon reached out and touched Martin's shoulder. "We have to we have to report this and... and..." He felt the bone shift under Martin's skin and another loud crack.

Three pairs of eyes trained on Martin as he seemed to grow. Flesh pulled at his shifting bones and muscle. His clothes were ripped one by one as his body changed to that of a massive inhuman sized wolf.

Sasha knew she should run. She knew she shouldn't stare. Her feet felt like they were cemented to the floor. Her friend, sweet clumsy Martin, was something that was only in fantasy novels and bad romance movies.

Tim swallowed. "Easy there Martin, please tell me you're still Martin." He stepped back to the hard back of the stone tunnel.

Jon stared at the impossible. His coworker, his bumbling idiot and the sweetest man he ever met was not human. Those haunting blue eyes remained the same as he skulked closer. "Martin...?"

Martin growled and stepped closer and closer till he looked down at Jon. His hot breath came down on the shorter man. He bared his teeth for a moment before taking a long sniff. Drool dripped from his maw, and in an instant, a large heavy paw came down then...

Jon yelped and screamed, then started to laugh. "Martin! No stop, stop!" Martin pinned him to the floor, licking his face. He tried to push the lumbering wolf away, but his hands sunk into the soft fur. "S-stop! Wait, my glasses! MARTIN!"

Martin stopped and sat back, his tail thumping against the stone floor.

Sasha couldn't stop herself she approached, careful to avoid Jon on the floor. She reached her hand out on the soft fur. "YOU'RE SO FLUFFY!" She giggles as Martin licks her, making her curly hair stand up straight. "Tim, come here now. Please feel how soft he is."

Tim slowly approaches and is assaulted with the wolf's tongue. "Hey, buy me dinner first." He chuckles and scratches between his ears when he lays down. "Look at you, sweetest thing in these tunnels."

Jon gets up, barely getting any drool off his face and sweater. At least he could see since his glasses weren't broken. "He's not dangerous?"

Martin rolls over to show his belly.

"Jon, that's the universal sign that a dog likes you." Sasha squeals, rubbing his belly. "It's so soft."

"Is he still in there?" Jon's question created enough tension the room grew silent except for the panting from Martin.

Tim frowns. "He should be alright if the myths are right in the morning. I mean...WHOA" Martin has flung Tim to his back and then grabbed Sasha and Jon to sit on his back. "Hey buddy..."

A loud growl shut up any other comments. Jon held on for his life as Martin began to run hard and fast. Sasha was laughing, and Tim giggled. They exited the tunnels into the starless sky.

"Woooo!" Sasha giggles. "We're free!"

Tim chuckles, gets down, and helps Sasha down as Jon falls into the mud. "Well, good news, he's friendly, but that doesn't answer anything about him being still in there."

Jon pulls himself to his feet and sighs. "I hope he's still in there. He would make a horrible assistant stuck like this." He reached out slowly, and Martin sat down and lowered his head for Jon. "I must admit I am thankful he is friendly."

"My flat accepts pets." Tim speaks up. "Hey, don't look at me like that! How else are we going to find out if he goes back to normal in the morning?"

"Tim has a point, and I don't know where we are at the moment." Jon frowns at the lock on his hand. "Stop your insistent licking."

Sasha looks around. "Wait, I know where we are, and we're actually right by Tim's flat." She points to the sign above them, and Tim hums in agreement.

"I suppose would it be too much to ask to use your shower?" Jon sighs covered in mud and wolf slobber.

Tim snickers. "You can use it, boss. You need it more than all of us. Actually, I would say Martin could use it, but he's way too big." He hums. "Follow me."

They walk for only 20 minutes till they reach Tim's flat. He luckily kept his keys on him and opened his door. It took a lot of coaxing from Jon to get Martin inside he seemed to like him the best. Now, after that hassle, everyone git cleaned, and Tim made a small dinner for everyone and gave Martin some ground beef.

Martin was curled up in the corner watching everyone.

Sasha broke the silence. "What if he doesn't turn back?"

"I can keep him here." Tim frowns. "But he should be back to normal, right? What if this was from that animal attack in his apartment complex?"

"It was a month ago, and it would line up with the full moon." Jon returns his gaze to Martin, who was staring at him. "I well if my knowledge on folktales is correct then when the sun breaks he should be back to normal. However, it's quite iffy on if he would remember any of this."

"I mean, at least it's not like twilight." Sasha tries to joke, but all of them were tired and had different looks of work on their features.

"We should head to bed." Tim shifts. "Jon, you can have the couch. Sasha, are you cool sharing my bed?"

Sasha nods. "Jon, scream if something happens."

Jon nods, accepting the blanket, and lays down on the soft couch. He watches Martin get up and walk close to him and lays down next to the couch, making it impossible for Jon to get up without alerting the wolf. "Right. Good night Martin."

........

Martin groans and stretches. He blinks, rubbing his eyes as sunlight spills into his vision. He cracks his back and sighs. He looks around. When did he end up inside? He doesn't recognize this place, and the last thing he could recall was that they were in the tunnels, and they found a body. Oh God, did he kill them? Wait, wait... there wasn't clothing in his teeth, and he didn't feel like he had to cough something like normal when he did eat something he wasn't supposed to. He brushed himself off of the nonexistent dirt. He was naked as normal after a full moon, but he didn't have any spare clothes this time, and he really didn't know where he was.

Jon swallows, staring at Martin. He knows for a fact the man hasn't seen him. He had no idea Martin was muscular, let alone like that. He wasn't normally the type to stare or even enjoy someone's naked form, but something felt different. He cleared his throat, grabbing Martin's attention as he sat up and held out the blanket.

Martin blinks. "OH BLOODY FUCKING HELL!" He shouts ripping the blanket from Jon then covers himself then his face dying from embarrassment.

The sound of heavy footsteps of someone running then a soft gasp. "Martin?" It was Sasha. "Martin, you're back to normal."

Tim rushed behind her. "Martin buddy, you're ok!"

Martin groans and hides under the blanket.

.......

A pair of sweatpants was the best Tim could do for Martin since Martin was the biggest out of all of them. "Are you ok?"

Martin sighs. "I mean, I'm fine. Thank you for the pants, though." He frowns as all eyes were on him. "I uh to make things clear I've been like this since I was a teenager."

"It wasn't the animal attack at your flat?" Jon raised his brow.

Martin shook his head. "I may have lied about who was the animal in the attack, and in my defense, Jane Prentiss was trapping me in my apartment with her worms. I warned her, and she laughed at me. I'm normally better at keeping track of this, but I mean things happened. I was puking up these silver worms for like a week, I mean, they were dead, but they made me sick. I also accidently ate my phone because I was picking that out of my teeth. I mean, I don't really remember anything that happens during the whole wolf out thing. I get flashes sometimes and maybe dreams, but that's about it. I think... no, I definitely killed her, but in my defense, she trapped me in my apartment for a week, used my phone, and tried to fill me with worms."

"That wasn't a stomach virus, but you looked so..." Tim trails off.

"It's a side effect if I don't eat properly. Do you have any idea how painful it is to turn, let alone how much calories you burn in the process? It's a lot. I mean, I've been dealing with this for a long time, and I don't tend to tell people because they look at me like I'm crazy or think I'm a furry." Martin throws his hands up. "I'm so sorry for whatever I did, I tried to get out of going into the tunnels because the full moon, but you guys dragged me along, and it was too late, and I uh... wait, how did we get out? Also, who was the dead body?"

"We rode you like a horse." Sasha chuckles. "And uh, right, the dead body. To be fair, you did turn into a giant wolf."

"I uh good, I'm glad I helped." Msrtin looks down. "Please, I uh, please don't tell anyone."

"For a price." Tim smiles.

Martin shrinks back. "A price?"

"Yeah, you have to let at least one of us watch you." Tim smiles wider. "Just to keep you out of trouble."

"I would, but uh, I already have someone who helps me." Martin flinched as Sasha slams her hands on the able.

"Who!" Sasha shouts.

Jon thinned his lips as he felt something at the edges of his mind that he refused to acknowledge as jealousy. "It would be helpful to know who else knows." He tried his best to sound kind and not annoyed.

Martin rubs his arm. "An old friend of mine from high school kind of. Her name is Joan she's very kind and has a lot of land that's a forest she lets me roam in. She keeps to herself and doesn't like strangers."

"Oh well, you have to introduce us." Jon hums.

"That will be difficult she really is only up at night. I should probably tell her I'm ok...wait I left my phone on my desk." Martin groans.

Tim chuckles. "We'll be there regardless. You can pick it up then."

"You're right." Martin sighs. "I think I have spare clothes there."

"Why?" Sasha raised her brow.

"Uhhhh, so I prepared for the worst-case scenario wherever I work. I'm a little paranoid." Martin looks away.

"That's actually really good." Jon smiles. "It's good to be prepared."

Martin's face lights up.

[weebsinstash]

Okay so thinking of Val….

Reader overdoses, and ends up “dead” in hell. They maybe spend months down there working for Val, and just when they start to find a groove, maybe just as Val is about to make his move- BAM! Reader wakes up in earth in the ICU.

Meanwhile Val was just about to be handed a drink by his favorite server when they suddenly just disappeared? Wtf???

Reader might try and turn their life around, might try to use this second chance to aim for heaven this time knowing now there’s an afterlife. Or they might just give up, and try to intentionally return to hell.

I just love the thought of reader trying to do better, and Val having to drag them back to hell himself.

Ok but seriously, because I actually had a conversation with someone once about the idea of a Reader who is in that exact sort of situation, is basically in limbo, and Val gets so fucking upset you're still alive he deadass sends people to kill you "to bring his baby back home"

Like imagine you're in Hell doing shifts at the strip club and then you do contract work for I.M.P and one day you just snap upright in bed out of a medically induced coma back on Earth and some time later your old boss Blitzo just jumps out of nowhere while you're at the laundromat "oh hey, fancy seeing you here! sorry but, kinda gotta kill you again! A jobs a job right?" and you're just faceplanting back in Pentagram City before you know it and, like, wouldn't it be hilarious if you fell in the limo/in front of Val/on him a second time. Like jesus christ you're practically a present from Santa Claus. And he's the one who hired IMP to "retrieve you" after all, because, I mean, the way he sees it it's only a matter of time before you're back in Hell and he wants you back just as you were, as he's come to know you. He doesn't want to wait years and years and risk you being different, physically, mentally, emotionally, hell even just aging more. What if you don't die again until its of old age and you're like 96? Not an option, he will physically come up there and drag you back down himself if he has to 🙄

Or some shit like you were ACTUALLY supposed to get into Heaven but there was a clerical error, like deadass on some full absurd humor shit it was literally just that someone fucked up on a form somewhere, and so you're In Actual Fucking Hell and a cherub descends upon golden wings or some shit "yeah, so, im sorry, but, yeeeeah we made a liiiiitle mistake, yeah, no, you can't come into Heaven, you're kind of, already, down here already so, yeeeeah, sorry about that, but, we can give you some cool powers as an apology? Sooooorry, our bad" and Valentino is suddenly slapped in the face with the consequences of you suddenly no longer being so helpless against him. He tries to force you to do something and you somehow overpower him. Maybe you're about to be killed by a business partner of his before your shadow rips off of the ground and mauls the guy, or maybe you even have little demons or creatures contracted to you.

Ngl there's a story I keep thinking about where it's kind of just a big power fantasy but, Reader develops her own powers and she decides that down here in Hell, the only safety is in strength and numbers and starts her own little, kind of crime family of her own. Some real anime "we're all down on our luck and I came to your aid and now you're deathly loyal to me and we're all like family" kind of shit. You start operating in the shadows. A girl who's worked ages for Valentino gets tossed to the curb by him, and you're swooping in, "hey, I could use an actress who's good at using her looks to gather information. You need a place to stay?". One of the Overlord's goons makes a mistake that botches a deal and suddenly Valentino can't care any less and throws the man out, maybe even has him roughed up or even killed first, and upon his respawn when hes at his lowest in the gutter, there you are, "hey, you looking for work?"

You just keep amassing followers and making legitimate business connections and spreading your "new criminal name" around until, you're literally incognito as a server listening to Valentino bark on the phone "I don't care what it fuckin takes, I want you to find this son of a bitch" and I think it's funny if you become like a legitimate mobster and he only knows you by your street name and assumes you're a like an older dude like some real grizzled Italian mafia shit or something and you eventually do the Dramatic Chair Spin Reveal and he finds out this great big thorn in his side is. You, looking all cute and proud of yourself in your special tailored outfit and your being and your confidence as you stare him down and basically declare war (and maybe this like has the opposite effect and he's actually really turned on by the idea of you thinking you can go toe to toe with him and he really wants to show you what he thinks of that sexy little number you're wearing and show you your place)

Like, not exactly for Reader im general but an overall I guess MY Reader idea would be, Reader's street name is Big Blue (since Val's colors are associated with pink and red, his "rival" is thus blue) and you eventually get your own like, signature look and vehicle and all that. Valentino has his customized big pink limousines and meanwhile you're cruising around in with your goons in like a big souped up van like a real glorified shagging wagon like you're the goddamn Ninja Turtles or the Mystery Machine like, you build a BRAND. You meet Valentino on equal footing for the first time and it's him having a meeting with some of his crime partners and one or two of them is like "oh wait, we're waiting for one more person" and there you are strolling in, taking advantage of the situation to know Valentino won't take you down in front of his coworkers who you have also won the good favor of. And you just take your seat in your little navy blue pantsuit where you have that like, that one sexy look going where it's a suit with a dress shirt underneath and both are unbuttoned really low and you don't have a bra on, like, sort of look (that's just the quickest link I found for multiple examples lol)

You're sitting there puffing a blunt the size of a Cuban cigar and emanating power as you've got two absolute shit brickhouse bodyguards/hellhounds standing loyally behind your chair and you're thinking Valentino is really quaking in his high heeled boots as you show him how you can't be pushed around anymore and meanwhile he's just like internally thinking "damn she got them titties hanging out and everything, got some nice heels on too, lookin nicer than when she worked for me tf, where did this come from, suits looking nice, rocking that ice, why tf she never fix herself up like this for me 😤" and getting real jealous if another criminal at the meeting is trying to flirt/fuck w you

Why is it that I always give my longest ideas on asks for things totally different 😅

[polyamwitchymom]

My personal beliefs on the matter of divinity

(this is a long post, if you want me to get to my point, scroll down for the purple text)

I grew up in the Bible belt, both my parents were/are members of the RLDS church (Reorganized Church of the Latter-Day Saints, or as I like to call it: diet Mormonism or Mormon lite), and when we weren't attending the RLDS church, we were going to a Baptist church. My parents homeschooled me and closely monitored who I made friends with. I grew up with a narrow, but common belief that big G is up in heaven, watching and knowing everything that happens and will happen, is all powerful but uses his power sparingly, has strict rules for how he wants humans to be, and requires sacrifice of some type to be appeased (in this case, Jesus was the sacrifice, but before him, they made animal sacrifices, and at one point God asked for a child sacrifice as a test).

But all of that was ok, because there was God in the flesh as Jesus. And to be fair, Jesus seemed like a pretty cool guy, he seemed to care less about The Rules, and more about people loving one another. And then Jesus brutally died because humans are evil and the only way God could tolerate us is if someone died.

While I was told that God is perfect, I kept seeing him contradict himself and act very... "Human" like (angry, jealous, needing praise, being violent, etc). I was told that there was no way to truly comprehend him, but also that he made himself comprehensible to us/he was now comprehensible to us because of the first sin (eating fruit from the forbidden tree, gaining knowledge of good and evil).

As I got older, other beliefs intrigued me, and I had plenty of experiences that the "Spiritual Leaders" around me either dismissed or just had no explanation for, along with feeling like I was evil for having same-sex attraction. I eventually delved into polytheism, at first believing that the Christian god is not real and never was, to then believing that he is real and is just a dick. Sure, there were other gods that were dicks too, but at least they didn't claim to be perfect like he did. But then I did research as to how monotheism came about and learned that the Christian god is most likely two gods that got morphed into one over time and tradition.

So where do I stand now on Divinity, gods, goddesses, monotheism, and polytheism?

Pardon me for how woo-woo this is about to get, but:

-Divinity, The Creator, "God", whatever you want to call it, I believe it is within all things. It is life itself. It is what animates us. A fragment of Divinity is inside you and me and is what is commonly known as a "soul."

-Divinity is also within the gods, spirits, etc., perhaps to some greater extent than us, even.

-The main source of Divinity is somewhere outside of all time and all space, and can hardly be comprehended as a person. It creates infinitely, and sends itself into its creations to experience it.

-Does it love? Does it have morals? Look around you. If you've been paying attention you've surely noticed by now that there is no One Human Experience. That even among our own species, so much can vary- from morals, sexuality, culture, empathy, wants, and needs to circumstances we were born into and what we choose to do with the gift of life. No, I don't think it truly has any morality or love, or at least any that I can comprehend. I think it's main objective/need is to experience all things.

Do I worship this thing? Well, no... Not exactly. But also, in a way, yes. I occasionally work with and devote myself to various gods and goddesses. I believe life is sacred and should be preserved. I give other humans respect, and in some ways love all humans for having the gift of existence. I do my best to take care of myself and learn so I can better myself and those around me. I don't directly worship this source of existence, but I respect existence itself as it is in all things.

I'm sure I'm not the only one who has thought of all of this, but I've not heard anyone talk about the same thing and so I don't know what to call it. It seems kinda New-Age-y but not quite because I've not heard it expressed the same way. The closest I've heard is "You are the universe experiencing itself" which sums this up well but lacks nuance. Does anyone else believe this/know what this line of belief is called?

[life-of-a-dinosaur]

Current On Rotation: 06/23/23

"Euclid" by Sleep Token

It's taken me a long time to digest the album, honestly I'm still unpacking the masterpiece and the huge swings that Take Me Back To Eden took. It's unlike anything I've heard in this alternative/metal music space. But I'm also new to the metal genre.

The song that has stuck with me the most by far is the closer, "Euclid," and the track feels even more epic as it's a closer not just for this album, but for all three: Sundowning, This Place Will Become Your Tomb, and Take Me Back to Eden.

And what an epilogue this song is, from start to finish. It's almost overwhelming for me to decipher and type out as I relate so much to the song and one's personal journey overcoming an abusive relationship. Hearing Vessel finally releasing Sleep and choosing himself instead was equal parts overwhelming vulnerable and incredibly healing. I cannot imagine how he felt as a human and musician creating this song and the final chapter of this three album long story.

I honestly could write an essay for each verse of the song, but I will try and just pick my favorites.

Beginning with the second verse and the complexity of feelings after overcoming an abusive relationship. It is layered in so beautifully and to me, very meticulously. From wanting that person far from you, but also still caring for them so much that you'd bring HEAVEN to them if they couldn't find it themselves. You'd still put them first after all the hell they put you through.

"But hope to God you don't know this feeling Yet in reverse, you are all my symmetry A parallel I would lay my life on So if your wings won't find you Heaven I will bring it down like an ancient bygone"

DAMN, he'd bring salvation to them, he cares so much for them that he would literally cause the skies to fall for them. I love the use of the word "bygone," as their relationship is now a relic of the past, but also that he would gather the forces, and the power, of the past and beyond for them to see peace.

It's so powerful and confessional that he notes how similar they were, that they were on parallel paths, so of course he loved them and cannot easily let them go. There was a reason that he fell in love with them in the first place.

Then the reminiscence in the following verse and the wondering if they still think of them as the rain falls, then him admitting that he cannot see the fall leaves without remembering them. What a vulnerable admission.

"Do you remember me When the rain gathers? And do you still believe That nothing else matters?

For me It's still the autumn leaves These ancient canopies That we used to lay beneath"

You're almost like, will he go back? Does he have the rose colored glasses on? Is he lost in the nostalgia of how it was in the beginning?

But then the lyrics that were like a tidal wave of relief came through.

"The night belongs to you This bough has broken through I must be someone new

No, for me."

Jesus. I burst into tears when this part hit on my long drive in the winding canyon roads. Then I played it over and over again listening as Vessel took his power back. And I thought about all the years of work that I've done to get back to myself and I cried even more.

Then the intertwining with the repetition of the first and second verses, a copy of a copy, which is what Euclid means, as the song continues, but it's so masterful that it's not a cacophony of sound, but an unwinding of pain and love. Instead he has moved on. Instead he has chosen himself. Not the seemingly all powerful God Sleep, but himself.

The ending lines that are a callback to the opening track of Sundowning, "The Night Does Not Belong To God" with the repletion of lyrics as the song fades out was a beautiful touch and felt like a true ending of the book that was this complicated and brutal relationship.

"The whites of your eyes Turn black in the low light In turning divine And we tangle endlessly Like lovers entwined I know for the last time You will not be mine So give me the night, the night, the night."

And Now, the Night belongs again to Vessel, but it will always hold the memory of their love.

Wow. I'm crying now even as I type this out as the song plays on repeat from my laptop speakers.

I hope that if you need this song, these albums, and this band that it finds you. I hope that it brings as much healing to you as it has done for me and from what I can interpret, for Vessel as well.

Happy Spinz Everyone. <3 <3 <3

[princeofgod-2021]

LIGHT OF LIFE 519

John 1:4

DIVINE ORDER 84: God Seekers 13

Gen 4:26 And a son was also born to Seth, whom he named Enosh. AT THAT TIME PEOPLE BEGAN to worship the LORD. NET

Altar In Heaven 1

We have seen that there is [intrinsically] no need for a Physical “Sacrificial” Altar today because the perfect Sin Sacrifice (JESUS), has “once and forever” been offered on it.

Heb 7:26-27 JESUS IS THE HIGH PRIEST WE NEED. HE IS HOLY AND INNOCENT AND FAULTLESS, AND NOT AT ALL LIKE US SINNERS. Jesus is honored above all beings in heaven, and he is better than any other high priest. JESUS DOESN'T NEED TO OFFER SACRIFICES EACH DAY for his own sins and then for the sins of the people. HE OFFERED A SACRIFICE ONCE FOR ALL, WHEN HE GAVE HIMSELF. CEV

The Word of God plainly emphasized the cessation of Sin Sacrifices and focus on the [once for all] sacrifice of His Son, when we were charged not to continue in Sin anymore.

Heb 10:26 For if we sin willfully after we have received the knowledge of the truth, THERE REMAINS NO MORE SACRIFICE FOR SINS, MKJV

If no other sacrifices for Sin will be needed or even accepted by God, then there is no more need for an Altar to offer it on, right?

But are there Altars of Sacrifice in Heaven right now?

Rev 6:9 When the Lamb broke open the fifth seal, I SAW GATHERED UNDER THE ALTAR THE SOULS OF THOSE WHO HAD BEEN SLAIN BECAUSE OF THE WORD OF GOD AND BECAUSE THEY HAD THE TESTIMONY OF THE LAMB. TPT

That was the 1st mention of ALTAR in Heaven, but this was special, with an encasement [under] for housing Disciples, slain on earth.

Their Killing was akin to the Sacrifice of Jesus but with different targets.

Col 1:24 I am happy to suffer for you now. IN MY BODY I AM COMPLETING WHATEVER REMAINS OF CHRIST'S SUFFERINGS. I AM DOING THIS ON BEHALF OF HIS BODY, THE CHURCH. GW

Jesus Died for our Sins and to redeem us back to God. We suffer - and some will die - for spreading the Gospel. Such deaths are Sacrifices before God, delivered DIRECT to Heaven.

Psm 116:15 Precious (important and no light matter) in the sight of the Lord is the death of His saints (His loving ones) AMP

Take note that Jesus was received “ON” the Altar, while Martyrs are received “UNDER”.

But there are other Altars in Heaven though, and they are also akin to what we have here now.

Rev 8:3 Another angel holding a golden censer came and was stationed at THE ALTAR. A large amount of incense was given to him to offer up, WITH THE PRAYERS OF ALL THE SAINTS, ON THE GOLDEN ALTAR THAT IS BEFORE THE THRONE. NET

This Altar in Heaven corresponds with our Sermon and Prayer Altar on Earth and is for declaring Judgments and answers to our requests, Praise and Worship offerings from here.

Rev 8:5 Then THE ANGEL FILLED THE INCENSE HOLDER WITH FIRE FROM THE ALTAR and threw it down on the earth. Then there were flashes of lightning, thunder and other noises, and an earthquake. ERV

So, Altars in heaven complete correspondences between Humans on earth and God.

Now, we all know that things done on earth should be as it is done in Heaven, right?

Mat 6:10 may your Kingdom come; MAY YOUR WILL BE DONE ON EARTH AS IT IS IN HEAVEN. GNB

So why are we (Pentecostals) not using physical altars and offering incense and things on such; why is our Altar spiritual or virtual?

Again, it is all in a bid to curb abuse by “Flesh”.

Deu 4:15-16 "On the day the LORD spoke to you from the fire at Mount Horeb, you did not see him—THERE WAS NO SHAPE FOR GOD. So be careful! Don't sin and destroy yourselves by making false gods or statues in the shape of any living thing. DON'T MAKE AN IDOL THAT LOOKS LIKE A MAN OR A WOMAN, ERV

Men of Flesh are too easily swayed and get carried away by graphical representations. It’s safer to keep these “things” away from God’s services because many will improvise, upgrade and reinvent.

They’ll say: “we can’t remain Mediocre anymore”.

May God help us grasp the simplicity of His services and Worship, and may we be accepted by Him, IN JESUS NAME.

See you on Friday, as we proceed with this Subtopic.

Brother Prince

Wednesday, June 05, 2024

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[firstumcschenectady]

“Resurrecting Joy” based on Isaiah 41:4b-10 and Luke 24:1-11

I have a question I'd like you to contemplate: Which do you like more – daffodils or tulips?

OK, assuming you are now ready – daffodil fans can you raise hands and cheer? Tulips fans?

Believe it or not, I'm going to take this a step further. (I know, I know, not the Easter sermon you were expecting.) Tulip fans – can you shout out things you love about them? Daffodil fans?

Thank you.

Amen

;)

Just kidding. This Lent we've done a Bible Study on the Resurrection Narratives. We read the stories of Easter from each of the Gospels, and asked a few questions about each one:

What does resurrection seem to mean here?

Why describe it this way?

How does it feel?

How does this connect today?

As we read and discussed, we started to notice something about the empty tomb stories: they feel incomplete. The empty tomb isn't the POINT, instead it feels like the introduction to the point. The tomb is empty... ok. That could mean a lot of things, including grave robbers. But each of the gospels ends the story of the empty tomb with something to nudge us towards its meaning. Luke ends with the rest of the disciples believing the empty tomb to be an “idle tale” but Peter going to see for himself and being amazed. In Luke in particular, the empty tomb is the start of sharing stories of the post-resurrection Jesus experiences. Those experiences are the ways the followers of Jesus end up claiming that he is alive, and the work of God in him isn't completed yet. It isn't, actually, the women sharing the story (though maybe it should be) or the dazzling clothes of the angels (black? white?). It isn't the early dawn on the first day of the week or the prepared spices. It isn't even the angels saying “he is not here.”

The empty tomb points to the continued life of Jesus, but it is in fact JUST an empty tomb. The early followers of Jesus were transformed in those early days by whatever experiences they had that led them to call it resurrection, and eventually they came to understand THEMSELVES to be the shared Body of Christ, and understanding that has been passed down the ages, right to this moment, when we are together the Body of Christ alive and doing ministry in the world. The empty tomb points to LIFE.

I'm going to take this even a step further. When we say “Christ is alive” I believe that it implies “and calls us to life abundant.” Life itself, just life, isn't the point. Especially today when medical science allows life to continue far after abundant life has ended, it is easy to see that this isn't just about being alive, but about being ALIVE – about life abundant.

Christ is alive and calls us to abundant life.

Christ is alive and calls us to full, beautiful, connected, joyful LIFE.

But, it is possible that for some of us, that sounds... I don't know, really hard?

Am I off? I don't think I'm off. Our lives are fulled with innumerable stressors, real ones. We've learned that about half of our society doesn't have enough money to “make it,” and another big chunk of society lives in fear of falling under that line. So monetary stress is real, regular, and abundant. Job stress. Health concerns. Traumatic experiences of the past. Worries about our loved ones. And then, heavens, all the things in the news. ALLLLLLLL THE THINGS. There is this constant stream of information about things we should worry about, or fix, or grief, or understand, or... care about.

And the stressors and the worries and the news add up, day after day, after day, after day and maybe full, beautiful, connected, joyful LIFE feels kinda unlikely? I read an article1 recently that discussed the ways life has improved over the past four years, and that somehow people don't seem to have NOTICED. The authors, psychiatrists, suggested that the malaise of the American public today is due to unprocessed pandemic grief, “But the country has not come together to sufficiently acknowledge the tragedy it endured. As clinical psychiatrists, we see the effects of such emotional turmoil every day, and we know that when it’s not properly processed, it can result in a general sense of unhappiness and anger—exactly the negative emotional state that might lead a nation to misperceive its fortunes.” I know we all want to be over it, but between continued illnesses and deaths and long COVID, we aren't. And, further, we haven't processed it. So, there are good reasons aplenty that we aren't all feeling like we're all in on that full, beautiful, connected, joyful LIFE that we're called to.

And yet, beloveds of God, we are called to full, beautiful, connected, joyful LIFE. Even now. So, how do we do it? I came across an idea that I believe MATTERS in reading I thought I was doing for the sake of becoming a better premarital counselor. I was sitting there reading Emily Nagoski's book “Come Together: The Science (and Art) of Creating Lasting Sexual Connections” (highly recommend) and in the final chapter her teaching about sexuality and sensuality became even more spiritual. At one point she says, “Our only certainty is that one day, we won't get any more days.”2 Which is pretty much the whole point of Ash Wednesday and part of what we're meant to hold as we travel through Lent AND Holy Week.

She explains in her book the phenomenon of “savoring” which she defines as people's “capacity to attend to, appreciate, and enhance positive feelings in their lives.”3 She says that there is a Savoring Checklist, and it includes: sharing joy with others – talking about what is happening and why it is good; reminding ourselves that time is passing as a way to cherish a moment before it passes away, which could sound like saying to yourself, '”Time is short and I choose to do this with my time.”; expressing the joy in our bodies – laughing, and jumping, clapping and whooping; and finally slowing down to pay attention to the experience of joy or pleasure itself – in many of the ways we've been taught through mindfulness.4 She goes on to say that every time we chose pleasure and joy we enable ourselves to pick it again in the future and remember the pleasure and joy of the past. Then she says, “when we savor pleasure and thus highlight it in our memory, we can remember our lives as more worth living. We look back on our day, our year, even our entire lifetime, and we see less of the struggle and more of the countless moments of pleasure.”5 The memories “glitter across our memory, brighter and more numerous, when we take time to savor them.”6

OK, so the gist: to live life abundantly there is a trick: take the wonderful moments and savor them – share the joy by talking with others, notice the wonder while it happens, and let your body be full of joy. When you do that – when you savor this wonderful life that God gave you, it will bring your attention to the good, the wonderful, the pleasurable, the joy-filled parts of life, both now and over all.

It will, it turns out, move us to full, beautiful, connected, joyful LIFE. Just, enjoy the good stuff!! Savor it, let yourself be delighted when you are. And of course, this can be some of the big stuff of life. Every year I savor singing Easter hymns with brass accompaniment, and when I think back to my wedding I remember a moment in the midst of the worship service when I wished it could last forever because it was such a delight. But pleasure and joy are easily abundant everywhere too. Food tastes good (if you are lucky.) Stretching your body feels good. Laying down to rest is a wonder. Your favorite song is worthy of savoring.

And, to bring it full circle, there are pretty flowers in the world. Ones that you have now brought attention to, embodied the joy of, talked about the joy of, and … savored. Daffodils and tulips, they're pretty amazing, huh? And they are just one of the many wonders around us, gifts given by God and others to calls us to full, beautiful, connected, joyful LIFE.

Thanks be to God!

Amen

1https://www.theatlantic.com/health/archive/2024/03/covid-grief-trauma-memory-biden-trump/677828/

2Emily Nagoski, Come Together: The Science (and Art) of Creating Lasting Sexual Connections (New York: Ballantine Books, 2024), 292.

3Nagoski, 270.

4Nagoski, 272.

5Nagoski 273.

6Nagoski, 273.

Rev. Sara E. Baron First United Methodist Church of Schenectady 603 State St. Schenectady, NY 12305 Pronouns: she/her/hers http://fumcschenectady.org/ https://www.facebook.com/FUMCSchenectady

March 31, 2024

[moonshineboyz]

Sweet Dare || Eric Sohn

Pairing: sub!Eric x dom!fem reader

Genre: Smut, college house party

Word Count: 3.8k

Warnings: mention of alcohol, dry hump, slight handjob, tiny bit of choking, unprotected sex

masterlist ♡

“Truth or dare, Y/N/?” Your friend asked holding back a smug smile.

“Dare.” You didn't think much of it, already tired of being in that situation. Moreover, it was just a stupid game, it couldn't be something that bad... right?

“I dare you...” She thought tapping an index finger on her chin, looking around the circle of people sitting on the floor quietly waiting with anxious eyes. “… To sit on Eric’s lap. Like, kinda dry humping, you know?” Your eyes widened at that, a visible teasing smirk on her face now.

“What?” You scoffed. “No way I'm doing this. Not at all.” You shook your head, furrowed brows. There wasn't a minimal possibility in you doing such a thing with your friend.

You looked over at Eric, his eyes just as widened as yours, glued on the bottle in the center. Not that you thought he wasn't good looking or something of the sort, it's just that it felt weird, he was your friend after all and you couldn't think it'd be a good idea. Even though a little spark of curiosity ignited within you, but you decided to ignore.

“You're no fun.” Your friend faked a pout and giggled. “Okay, so... truth: would you sit on Eric's lap and dry hump him?” You just stared at her, not knowing why the hell she insisted in picking Eric out of all the other people in there. There was absolutely nothing between you two other than a friendship, and you were starting to worry that things would get awkward with him.

“Jesus fucking Christ, of course not.” You stated sternly rolling your eyes at the end. “Okay, next.” You quickly stretched out your arm to spin the bottle so the game could continue.

Not even waiting for the bottle to stop spinning, you got up on your feet and excused yourself saying that you needed to use the bathroom. You glared over at Eric and saw the lingering shock mixed with embarrassment in his face. You made eye contact with him for a millisecond and turned to the door, leaving the room that was filled with giggles once more.

As you closed the door behind you, your ears were welcomed again by the loud music coming from downstairs, questioning why you'd agreed on going to a house party. You made your way towards the bathroom down the hall, trying not to bump into some random drunk bodies and couples making out.

A sigh of relief left your lips as soon as you locked the door. Coming near the mirror, you noticed how your eyes were starting to get red due to the tiredness accumulated from the week. You needed to go home in that instant if you wanted to get some sleep and be able to get up early next morning. “Fuck projects on Saturdays.” You thought to yourself.

You turned on the faucet and wet your nape a bit in an attempt to refresh yourself. Looking back in the mirror while fixing some strands of your hair, a thought came back into your mind, what if you had accepted that dare? How would it had felt like? How Eric would feel like against you? You got surprised by your own mind, especially by the last question. You shook your head as if to clear your mind and get these weird thoughts away.

Getting out of the bathroom, you went straight into the kitchen, willing to have one last glass of juice or soda before going home, to which you thanked heavens for being able to find a second option to drink since you weren't having alcohol. You filled yourself a cup of orange juice, happy not to see many people in this part of the house, them being too focused on getting more drinks and some snacks, so you wouldn't have to engage in an unwanted small talk with any of them. As you were looking out the window, lost in your own thoughts about the project you had to do, a familiar voice called you.

“Y/N! Noona, I was looking for you!” You turned to see your pink haired friend coming your way. “I wanted to talk to you.”

You nodded signaling for him to continue. “Yeah? What is it?”

“Hmm, are you, perhaps... by any chance... mad at me?” Eric asked hesitantly, expression on his face telling you he was afraid of your answer.

“What? No! Why would I?” You chuckled lightly.

“Because of... that dare?” He more asked than answered you and you raised your brows. You slightly cursed at this topic being brought up in your mind again.

Waving your hands as in a “no” motion to calm his worries you said: “No, no, it's okay. It's not even you who dared me.” You offered a kind smile. “And you?” Eric tilted his head and looked at you a little puzzled, you chuckled again. “Are you mad at me? I mean, I'm sorry I said that in a rude way, I didn't mean to. It's just that it weirded me out and... you know, we're friends...”

“Yeah, I understand. And I'm not mad at you either.” You nodded at his words and looked out the window once more to avert his gaze, and in that, you missed the way his cheeks got rosy. “So... we're good?”

“Yeah, we're good.” You smiled up at him reassuringly. You finished your juice in one last gulp and placed the glass back on the counter top. “I think that's enough partying for me tonight.”

“You're leaving already?” Even though it was just a tiny bit, it was visible the sadness in his eyes.

“I'm getting sleepy and bored.” You shrugged. “How are you going home?”

“Actually, I was supposed to leave with Sunwoo and sleep at his place because we have training tomorrow. But I bet he's too busy making out with someone right now.” He let out a small airy laugh.

“Well, you can sleep at mine. I think there's still a pair of your clothes from the last sleepover we had.”

Eric looked at you and then at the floor, debating with himself whether or not he should take your offer. “Are you sure? I don't want to bother you I can-”

“It's alright, I also have to go to the campus in the morning so we can go together. Plus, my house is closer to campus than Sunwoo's.” He gave you a wide smile deciding to leave the party with you. “Have you drunk?” You watched as he slowly shook his head mumbling something about just having soda all night. “Good, so you're driving.” You said tossing him your car keys and walking to the front door, ready to leave the house.

“Wait, really?” He took hurried steps to get beside you, eyes ten times bigger as he asked. You giggled at his cuteness, fighting the urge to pinch his cheek.

“Just because I'm tired and you need to practice.”

“Wow, thank you, noona! You're the best!” Eric smiled bigger than ever.

“Yeah, yeah, just don't crash my car and don't try to kill us.” You rolled your eyes jokingly at him strongly nodding all excited. He was like a puppy.

Eric was always like that, following you around, giggly and energetic saying how nice he thought you were and how he liked to spend time with you. Sometimes you found he resembled a little kid, with sparkly eyes and talking in a rushed manner gesturing his hands. And when you laughed at anything he said, he'd open the biggest smile turning his eyes into crescent moons.

You had such a soft spot for him.

It was hard not to, actually. He constantly tried to show how much he cared for you, listening and supporting you when you needed it. Never wanting to bother or disappoint you in any way.

In the calm ride back to your house, you kept giving Eric some directions on where to turn, since he didn't know that neighborhood very well. When you got to a more known route and he didn't need more instructions, your mind began to wander. The thoughts of him being a sweet nice friend now giving space to the ones about how he could be so determined and focused. And damn, you just noticed how hot he looked when focused and serious like that.

You could tell by his stiff body that he was a little bit nervous in driving someone else's car, but you thought it just added to the hotness. His perfect side profile and sharp jaw line, eyebrows slightly furrowed. Your eyes traveled from his soft pinkish lips to his arms and the way they flexed as he grabbed the steering wheel, making you gulp at the sight. You quickly glanced from his chest to his thighs and turned your head to look at the road in front of you, cursing at how you were thinking about your dear friend.

Not much time later you arrived home and Eric parked your car perfectly, turning to you with an expecting expression waiting for some sort of feedback.

“You did great, really. Just need to remember to turn the headlights off.”

“Oh, right! Sorry.” He widened his eyes noticing the light reflecting ahead of the car and you chuckled.

As soon as you both stepped inside, you made your way to your own room, telling Eric he could take a shower first if he wanted and his mentioned pair of clothes was in the spare room. You started moving around grabbing the stuff needed for the project next morning, too distracted that you didn't even notice Eric anxiously standing at your door until he called you.

“Noona, I know you're tired but can we talk? I need to get this off my chest.” Worry and a tint of fear were written all over his face. You hummed and signaled him to take a seat on your bed, following him when he did. The boy closed his eyes taking in a deep breath. “Listen, I'm really sorry. It's just that I don't know what to do, I shouldn't but I can't stop thinking about it and it's driving me crazy-”

“About what exactly, Eric?” You cut him off, feeling anxious at him beating around the bush.

He dropped his head and closed his eyes shut, one hand intertwining fingers with the other, knuckles white from the strength he was applying. “Earlier. The dare. I wished y-... I-I just got curious ab- I'm sorry, please don't be mad at me.” He wanted to curl himself up out of embarrassment, waiting for you scold him.

But instead, your eyes grew bigger and your heart started racing. You had no idea he'd be thinking about this like you were and honestly, you found it interesting. With butterflies in your stomach, you touched his shoulder softly calling out his name saying you weren't mad, which made him look up at you but not raising his head, too afraid you'd get angry. “You want to try it?”

He sat up straight surprised at your question, avoiding your eyes. “N-no, you don't have to, I just needed to-”

“I'm asking if you want to. It's okay.” You gave his knee a gentle squeeze and it was like the air got knocked out of his lungs when he slightly nodded and said “yes” in a small voice. Cheeks immediately getting flushed, you smirked at that.

You pointed your finger, indicating Eric to sit a little further on the bed, leaning his back on the headboard and you wasted no time in straddling him. Your heart was pounding so much as you looked deep into his eyes, sensing the nervousness, so you leaned in closer and whispered in his ear for him to relax. Deciding that you needed to make him relax yourself, you planted a kiss on his jaw to which he inhaled deeply and you could see his skin already getting goosebumps, softening his body.

You ran your fingers through his soft pink locks and tugged lightly at it, to make him give you more access to the skin. Trailing open mouthed kisses down his neck you left a hickey and Eric gasped when he felt your tongue tracing the mark you just made, bucking up his hips. You felt him getting hard and started to move your hips in a circular motion, but in a languid rhythm, making him shudder with the increasing arousal, added to the way he'd been thinking about you all night since that stupid game. And the fact that he had you right there in his lap but still couldn't get satisfied made him groan in frustration, growing needier by the second.

“This needy already, baby?” A hearty chuckle left your lips. “You can touch me.” You whispered noticing how his hands were gripping the bedsheets and Eric immediately grabbed your hips, trying to pull you closer to his crotch.

“Noona~ hmm stop teasing,I-” He got cut off, breath hitching when you repositioned yourself to better align your already throbbing core to his hard cock. Grinding down onto him, Eric sucked his bottom lip between his teeth to hold back a moan, but let out a small whimper.

“Don't hide your moans, baby, I want to hear you.” You lowered your face to suck on the sweet spot of his neck, causing him to moan and grab your hips harder. “That's better.” You smiled leaving wet kisses on his skin and raking his scalp, to which the boy whined. You applied more force to the friction, seeing him writhe underneath you and finding sinfully beautiful the way he furrowed his brows with eyes closed and breathed heavily, groaning in a low tone.

You looked at his lips, slightly swollen by the biting to hold his noises and you felt the urge to taste them. Both your hands went to each side of his jaw holding his face, you leaned in closer and let your lips brush over his, softly at first, finally clashing at them when he didn't pull away. You inhaled in deeply, feeling lightheaded with the new sensation.

Eric's hands timidly caressed your thighs, but grabbed the flesh strongly the moment you licked his bottom lip and caught it between your teeth, gently nibbling at it. Your tongue soon met his and you felt shockwaves run down your spine. The kiss felt like heaven but with a tint of something lustful and vicious, just like a sweet but strong wine. And you were more than willing to get drunk on it.

The make out was messy and sloppy, filled with heavy breaths and small whimpers. You never stopped moving your hips and by the way Eric was starting to shake, digging his nails into your skin, you guessed he was close. You thought of letting him come undone just like that, but decided on something better.

You pulled away, taking in at the blushed cheeks and dazed look on his face up close and hop out of the bed. His confused expression asking why you left him like that, right on the edge of his release.

“What? I'm giving you something better instead of letting you cum in your pants.” You chuckled and he blushed harder. “Now take your clothes off, baby.”

You watched his trembling hands slide his pants off of him together with the underwear and get rid of his shirt. You stared at his beautiful naked body laying there on your bed, patiently waiting for your next move. The tip of his dick was angry red, twitching and dripping precum onto his abdomen as you slowly unbuckled the belt of your high waisted shorts. His eyes were glued on you, hungrily scanning your body and cursing under his breath about how hot you were.

“N-noona, you're so beautiful.” Eric shifted in his place, wanting you to touch him again.

Staying only in your black and red bra, you walked up back to the bed and sat on Eric's thighs, lightly scratching his abs and making him shudder. You wrapped one hand around his cock and smeared the leaking precum with your thumb, gaining a gasp from him. You pumped him slowly but with a tight grip, gyrating your wrist. The other hand sneaked up to his neck, fingers closing around it putting just a small pressure.

“Will you be good to me?” He nodded. “Use your words, honey.” You purred, voice like satin and a faint smirk playing on your lips.

The boy gulped and you felt it against your palm. “I-I'll be good, noona, I promise.”

You smiled mischievously pumping his shaft for a few more seconds before standing on your knees to straddle him in a better position. Your cunt was aching to clench around something, wetter than you've ever been.

With one hand you held on Eric's shoulder and the other guided his cock to your entrance, rubbing the tip on your folds at first and circling your clit, making you both jolt a little due to the sensitivity. You played like that a bit more and sank onto him, feeling him stretching you out and let out a broken moan. “You feel so good, baby.”

You trailed your tongue on the side of his neck, taking in the saltiness of the thin layer of sweat that was starting to form on the skin and rotated your hips teasingly, he was stuffing you so good you rolled your eyes.

His knuckles turned white from the strong hold in your waist as if you were going to disappear. He thrust up, whining as he reached deeper inside you, your pussy so tight around him. Just by the way he started panting looking at you half lidded eyes, you knew he wasn't going to last long, and to be honest neither were you.

“Be good and stay still.” You said with lust dripping from your words like they were pure venom.

You lifted your hips just to sink back down onto Eric, setting a lazy rhythm just to last a little longer and enjoy the feeling of his cock massaging your inner walls.

“C-can I kiss you?” The boy asked in a husky voice, letting out a moan in the end and you couldn't say no. You pulled him closer by the back of his head crashing your lips together and kissing hard. He whimpered into the kiss when your nails raked his nape and you took the opportunity to slide your tongue inside his mouth, swirling it around his till he pulled away heavily breathing. “Please, can I touch you more?”

You smiled to yourself, seeing how eagerly your friend seemed to want you and that made you want to tease him a little more. “What's that? You like fucking your noona, hm?” Your hand caressed his flushed cheek, thumb tracing the outline of his lips. “Tell me, baby, you wanted this so much, didn't you? Have you thought about it?” He squirmed biting his bottom lip and shyly nodded.

“Noona, please, can I touch you?” Eric repeated his question, hands itching to travel up your body to touch your breasts but you shook your head, telling him to just keep his hands on your waist or he wouldn't get nothing at all. But he could kiss it though, to which he quickly started littering kisses all over your collarbones and chest, biting onto the soft skin.

The pace of your hips increased, bouncing on his cock and letting out soft moans and dirty praises. “What a good boy. You're so obedient, baby.” He was indeed being so good to you, but it was so hard to keep his hips in place or not to use his hands to explore your body. Your hand pulled his hair to make him look up, while the other went to wrap around his throat, making his jaw drop, eyes fluttering shut. “Think I should reward you more often. What do you think, would you like that?” You scratched his abdomen again, earning a husky 'please' from him.

You started riding him in a desperate rhythm making him go even deeper, nails digging into his shoulders, his dick hitting the right spot inside you each time your hips met, to which your vision blurred, finding hard to keep your eyes open. A knot was forming at the pit of your stomach and you could already feel your release at your fingertips.

Everything felt just too much for the poor boy, amazingly too much. He was so overwhelmed by the feeling of being swallowed by your warm wet cunt and the way you looked like a goddness while riding him so good, calling him baby was making him almost lose his sanity.

“Y/N ngh- noona... shit-” Eric cried out, your walls contracting so deliciously that he couldn't help but to spill himself to the very last drop inside you, cumming while he repeated your name as if it was the only thing he knew. You drank in the way he threw his head back rolling his eyes.

“Fuck, you look so cute when you cum, baby.” You tried to maintain a steady voice but it came out shaky by how his cock was twitching. Your body began to spasm, never stopping your erratic moves to chase your own climax, with hips stuttering.

All the tension built up in your entire body snapped like electricity spreading under the skin and you bit down onto the crook of Eric’s neck to muffle your moans when you came around him, clenching so much it made him arch his back. Huffing and puffing you sloppily undulated your hips to come down from your high, prolonging the feeling of tremors running through your body.

You collapsed resting your forehead on his shoulder trying to catch your breath and when you did, you slowly slid him out of you making him sigh and started to leave butterfly kisses on the boy’s neck where you had left marks earlier to which he chuckled.

“And you wanted to go home because you were tired.” He said jokingly and you blew air from your nose lifting your head to stare at him.

“And I was! But someone was needy.” You teased back. “Now guess we’re gonna be late in the morning.” Your finger pointed at the clock on the nightstand stating that was already past 1am.

Eric shrugged, looking up at you with lazy hooded eyes, a faint blush on the cheeks complimenting his slightly swollen lips and a little bit of hair sticking to his forehead. His skin was glowing. “I don’t mind, it’s already worth it.” You thought you saw a different spark into his eyes, different from the looks he gave you all night, this was a hungrier one.

[elliemuze]

I'm about to yell into the void here. I recently made these remarks on someone else's post, but I feel the visceral need to air them aloud and pound it into some heads until it sticks.

To those of you who immediately jump in to break immersion and hijack every post that involves Pedro Pascal in regards to physical performance?

1. You must be really fun at parties.

2. You have zero authority on the matter of who is or isn't in the suit, and possess no insider knowledge whatsoever. All the "research" in the world is factually worthless, because Hollywood will move heaven and earth to conceal set presence. Photos have literally been planted on social media in the past for just such reasons, across millions of productions, for decades. Flights and hotel bookings are staged. False names are given. Character names are changed on daily script sides. I know you think you're the new Delphi, or some godsent arbiter of tracking celebrities, but you don't know jack shit. No one does. That's the point. Especially when Disney is involved, good god.

3. Just knock it off. Seriously. No one cares. Find another hobby.

Every single one of the Mando doubles deserve proper credit and applause for their outstanding work. That's indisputable. But Jesus Christ. You never saw this type of behavior when it came to RDJ being in the Iron Man suit - or literally any other double on any other production.

What is it about trying to discredit Pedro Pascal that just makes some people positively feral to "WeLL aKsHuALLy" on every single fucking post that so much as mentions him in regards to the suit? Even if he was never in the suit, which we know is not the case, your behavior and needless assertions are a huge disrespect to voice actors everywhere.

So quit tarnishing other's experience. Let people enjoy things. Your bizarre need to wave a flag around on other people's lawn while you yell at clouds for being clouds is fucking weird and frankly intolerable.

Like any piece of film, actors require doubles if they're unavailable or if something is contractually too dangerous to perform. Every production in the fucking world does this. Tom Cruise had to find a legal loophole and that's why he produces and funds all his movies himself now, otherwise he would never be allowed to partake in the stunts he puts himself through.

Every single Mando double has spoken openly about their discussions with Pascal on how the character should move, behave, carry himself, all his little tics, etc. They've praised him up and down for the dedication he's shown - both to the character Din Djarin and to his overall performance. Pascal's performance informs theirs, and has from the very start. That's fact.

People who are so desperate to make unsolicited comments or belittle Pascal's involvement have literally no proof one way or the other when it comes to who's in the suit. They can argue and stamp their feet all they want and keep trying to shoehorn themselves into relevance, but they don't know. The only factual evidence we will ever have is when the doubles, crew, or Pascal himself provide insight - which has been freely shared throughout past and present, with due respect to all involved.

Just to reiterate here in case any of this is zipping over your heads: you. have. no. authority.

This set remains no different than any other production. Yet, for some reason, an obnoxious minority of this fandom are determined to shit on everyone's cereal. "And everyone clapped," yeah, yeah, we get it, you have literally nothing else to do but wedge your opinion where it's not wanted. Quit making that everyone else's problem and figure your shit out.

Bottom line is that, no matter who is portraying the character at any given time, it's MANDO. All performances, shared as they may be, are credited to Pascal himself. This is according to the doubles' own accounts, and is a matter of public record. In turn, Pascal himself has shown his doubles nothing but deep respect and the highest esteem. Each testimony has been available on social media platforms, interviews, and behind the scenes featurettes since the first season aired in 2019.

Pedro Pascal is the Mandalorian. He was hand-fucking-picked by Jon Favreau himself, and every other person of real authority involved with the series has made it just as perfectly clear. So take your raincloud and go home.

(If any of you walking wet blankets try to pull your shit on this post, you're just getting blocked. I've said all that needs to be said, and I'm not wasting my time arguing over something so stupid and obvious. If for whatever reason you don't like the character or don't like Pascal, that's fine. Not my business. But quit projecting that shit where it doesn't belong.)

[getitinbusan]

Church

For all you dirty little sinners on this holy weekend...

A one night stand with the hottest guy in town becomes a religious experience. Pure SMUT!

You liked him, who in town didn’t? If legend was right, Jungkook's cock was as big as his ego and you wanted it.

Feeling drunk and brave you caught him alone. He was standing waiting for drinks at the bar and you suddenly felt thirsty.

Sliding up beside him you wasted no time. "Take me home."

He smiled and poked his tongue into his cheek. "Let’s go."

His hands were already under your skirt in the Uber, did he even know your name? Did either of you care?

The driver kept watch from the rear view, you may as well put on a good show. Pulling down your tank top, your breast popped out of the tight fabric.

"Fuck, you certainly aren't shy."

Jungkook whined greedily while nibbling and sucking at your nipple. His eager fingers easily found your wetness and dipped repeatedly inside you, the squelch making the drivers cock stiffer.

"I’ll shut the meter off if you make her cum in front of me."

"Keep your eyes on the road and your hands on the fucking wheel asshole."

Agrivated by the interuption he squeezed your tit while staring at the older man. "Drive faster, and if you interrupt us again I’ll tank your rating."

Pulling up to your place you broke away from his kiss to unlock the door.

"Wait is this a fucking church?" He laughed at the prospect.

Clutching his white T-shirt you pulled him inside. "It used to be, want to see my confessional?"

"I want to see everything," he growled

He moved to lift your top off but you stopped him. Pulling him by the belt loops you led him to the stark wooden confession closet.

"You weren’t kidding, shit…" he ran his hand down the robe that was hanging beside it and raised his eyebrows at the white collar.

You gave him a devilish grin, "So what? I like to roleplay."

You pushed him onto the hard bench, "If you sit here and tell me your sins I’ll get on my knees and do your penance."  

His jeans were tight around his thighs, his hard cock outlined by the taught denim. Fuck, he had to be 7 inches at the least.

Your knees hit the ground hard but the bruises would definitely be worth it.

Dragging your bottom lip through your teeth you looked up at him and smiled, "Do you want to fuck my face?"

He growled while unzipping himself. Pulling his cock out like a trophy he stroked it proudly in front of you.

Opening your mouth eagerly, he rubbed the tip across your wet outstretched tongue and smiled.

"Can you take it all or are we wasting my time?"

"Does it look like I brought you here to play?" You held him straight and stiff, taking in his full shaft till your nose was flush with his skin.

"Why’d you wait so long to introduce yourself?" he panted.

You let your lips gently slide back up the protruding veins.

"But I haven’t introduced myself at all, you have no idea who the fuck I am." You sucked one more time. "And doesn’t that make this feel even better Kookie?"

Baptizing his cock with your spit  you let your hand work his length as you sinfully stared up at him.

"Fuck that feels good."

You rubbed your hands in between his thighs, gripping gently on his testicles while sinking him into your throat again. Holding him there you moaned, goosebumps took over his skin and his head fell back.

"What do you like Jungkook, fast or slow?" you sucked.

"Fast"

"Shallow or deep?" you sucked again.

"Fuck…fucking deep."

"Hard or soft?" you swirled your tongue.

"Jesus Christ, your such a good little cock tease."

"You shouldn’t take the Lord’s name in vain Jungkook, it’s a sin." You smiled scraping your teeth gently over his tip.

Leaning back against the wall you instructed him, "Stand up for me baby."

Pulling his pants off the rest of the way you guided his leg to rest bent, on the preacher’s seat.

Beckoning his hips closer you wrapped your mouth back around his throbbing dick. Grabbing his ass you pulled him deep into your throat, his eyes clamped tightly as he began thrusting on his own.

Faster, harder, deeper just how he liked it, streams of drool falling onto your shirt as he used your mouth to get himself off.

His testicles grew tight in your hand, he was almost there. Pressing the delicate area around his perineum he let out a guttural moan and promptly blew his load down your throat.

"I don’t know what the hell you just did but holy shit I liked it." He was out of breath already.

You stood up and undressed yourself, hungry for it to be your turn.

Wrapping his strong arms around you he picked you up. "Now where?"

His cock was already back from the dead, poking at your core teasing it with his every step.

"Over here." He set you on top the wooden table, "Fuck me Jungkook, I need you in me."

You pulled his hair as he drove his cock into your wetness. "Oh god yes, fuck me…hard...please."

Each thrust hit deep stretching you out. Your pussy lips hugging him tightly oozed your milky white excitement over his length. The man not only knew how to fuck, he knew how to please. Bending his knees and angeling upwards the head of his cock rubbed perfectly over your g spot.

"You’re so good at this, your reputation is well earned."

He smiled and rolled his hips into you slowly catching friction on your clit.

"Lay back."

He licked his fingers and rolled your nipples between them. "Are you going be a good little angel and cum for me? I want to taste how good I’ve made you feel."

He gave a few more rolls into you, his name echoing throughout the hallowed space as you cried it out while you came.  

While you lay there still reeling he dropped to his knees. His soft tongue moved over your swollen cunt taking long languid licks and gentle sucks. His mouth cleaned your mess like some devilish aftercare meant to entice you into more.

He gathered the last of your arousal on his tongue and french kissed it into your mouth like a whore's communion.

"You taste like temptation."

"So don't stop," you grabbed his hand and took the lead.

He followed closely walking up the three stairs behind you. "Of course your beds where the altar should be."

"The space is designed for religious experiences Jungkook. Why don't you show me what heaven feels like?"

He sat down on the edge of the bed pulling you to stand between his thighs.

"How do you know I'm not the devil?" He sucked your nipple reverently between his lips.

"Funny you think I'm not already destined for hell." You bit your lip and he sighed, both ready to stop the banter and get back to fucking.

Flipping you quickly he bent you over the bed and rammed himself into your hole. As his balls wildly slapped between your thighs, you knew his greed wouldn't be letting you get another finale without intervention.

Reaching for your small satin pillow you shoved it snugly under you. It was no stranger to your cunt, and with every thrust your clit humped it's way to orgasm against its silky fabric.

Sweat rolled down his arm as he pulled his creamy cock out and stroked himself to his own end. His ropes of sticky cum shot over your ass in warm splatters as you satisfied yourself, moaning into the mattress.

He flopped down on the bed beside you. "That was fucking amazing...."

His breathing was labored. "Listen, I’m not really the type of guy to stick around.."

You laughed, "Did I ask to meet your fucking parents?"

He rolled up onto his elbow and furrowed his brow trying to read your thoughts. "So this was really just sex?"

"No," you shook your head. "It was just REALLY GREAT sex."

Smiling yet confused he got up and began gathering his scattered clothes. Like he'd had a sudden ephinany he turned back around.

"If I stay can I put on the collar and robe?"

[bteezxyewriter12]

Good Time/ 2

Pairing- OT7 x Named Reader

Includes- Sex from behind, blow job, cum eating, double penetration (mouth and pussy), riding, double vaginal penetration, triple penetration (mouth and pussy), missionary, so much cum, rough sex, multiple orgasms, orgasm denial, Dom Yoongi

Part 1. Part 3. Part 4

J POV

Jimin picks me up and I giggle as he brings me to the couch where Jungkook is sitting. He moves to get up but I have an idea

"Stay Kookie", I say

I get on my hands and knees bending over. Jimin gets behind me and slams himself inside and oh god he feels good.

"Damn Joanne, you feel so good. So wet.", he whimpers

"Hard Jimin. Fuck me hard"

"Whatever you want Jo", he answers as he pounds mercilessly into me. And I fucking love it

I motion for Jungkook to lay in front of me. He's beautiful too and his fucking abs are such a turn on.

"Jesus, Jungkook. I don't know what you're doing to her but she just got so fucking wet, it's falling down her thighs", Jimin groans

"I'm....I'm..not doing anything. She's just looking at me", Jungkook stutters

I lean over him and lick his abs

"Jesus", he moans

I kiss his stomach and touch him

"The famous Jungkook abs", I tease

I move my hand down and grab his erection, moving it up and down

"And the famous Jungkook cock, that drives ARMYS crazy when you thrust it to 'Baepsae' and so many girls want to fuck."

He moans again

"I get to touch it. I get to fuck it, I get to lick and suck it"

I swear he's getting harder and harder in my hand as I keep talking

"Yeah, Joanne, yeah, only you can touch it", he whines

I think I teased him enough. So I wrap my mouth around his large hard as rock cock and suck

"Fuck me, oh my god", he yells

"If you're a good boy, I'll fuck you too"

He nods, "I'll be good, I'll be good"

I take all of him in my mouth, his cock hitting the back of my throat and going a little further in. Thank god I don't have a gag reflex. I move my head up and down, licking his cock with my tongue and sucking it

I didn't forget about Jimin, whose fucking me hard like I asked. Whose making me feel so good. Like with Yoongi, I tighten my pussy on his cock while he moves.

"Oh my god Joanne. Oh my god. Don't let go", Jimin shouts

I let go of Jungkook and look behind my shoulder

"As long as you keep going hard, I won't let you go"

He nods. His grip tightens on my hips and he starts pulling me back on his cock, while he thrusts in

"Uhhhh, yes Jimin, baby you're cock feels so fucking good", I praise him

"Me? Baby you're fucking pussy is heaven", he cries

Jungkook puts his hand in my hair and pulls me back to his cock

"Please", he pants hard

Poor baby wants it to much

So I give it to him. With Jimin behind me and Jungkook in my mouth, I feel myself getting ready to cum. Jimin slams a few more times and I let go of Jungkook to scream Jimin's name, coming all over his cock

"JIMIN! Fuck me, JIMIN!"

He keeps thrusting and then he yells, "Oh god Jo, oh man", as he orgasms

He pulls out and I get up, his cum running down my legs

"Come here", Jungkook yells

"But...Jimin just came.."

"I don't care. Fuck me now!"

Shit. I like this side of Jungkook

"Joanne! Get on my cock right now and ride me until we both cum! Now!"

That's fucking sexy as hell. I move quickly and slide on his cock in an instant. God, he's so hard and thick I don't even have to squeeze him to make myself tight. His cock already fills me up perfectly. I bouncing on him, up and down, moving on him the same way I moved on Yoongi.

I glance over my shoulder at Yoongi. He watching with pure jealousy and struggling not to touch his cock. I smirk at him and he frowns more. I decide to tease him more

"How's my Yoongi? Horny?"

He gives one nod but doesn't answer

"Don't be mad baby. You're being good so far so maybe you can have me again"

He clenches his jaw but doesn't say anything

I turn back to Jungkook when he grabs my hips and starts slamming me on him.

"Pay attention to me baby. My cock is fucking you now and making you feel good. Look at me"

"Hmmm, maybe if you go harder, it'll feel better"

His eyes narrow and he starts moving harder

"Yeah Kookie. Good boy", I cry as pleasure washes over me

He slams up again and I cum instantly from that thrust

"Kookie! JUNGKOOK!"

He thrusts a few times then holds me down on him as he orgasms.

"Joanne, you're so good, oh god!"

He collapses against the couch and I climb off, more cum dripping out of me.

'I need to wipe this off', I think.

Until I'm pulled to the floor by some of the guys on my hands and knees. I feel a cock slide in me and my pussy instantly clamps on it by itself.

"Jesus, she wants more. She grabbed my cock so fast", Tae moans

"Jo, let go a little", Namjoon says

"Wha? Why?"

"Just do it"

I force my muscles to loosen around Tae. My leg is lifted and I actually feel another cock slide in with Tae's.

What the fuck? How is this possible? And so much for them not touching each other

"Who?", I start

"Jin and Tae", Hobi answers

Both guys start moving and the pleasure I feel is so intense

"Oh my fucking god. Oh fuck, fuck", I scream

"Fuck Tae, she loves both of us in her", Jin moans

"Yeah", Tae groans, "You like two cocks in you baby girl?"

"Yes fuck yes", I yell

I didn't know I could feel like this, that it could feel so good. I see Hobi sitting on the couch in front of me watching me get fucked by two if his friends. His hand is on his cock and I want it in my mouth so much

"Hobi", I call

"Yeah?"

I glance up at him, "I want your cock in my mouth"

He whimpers

"O...ok"

He kneels in front of me and I put his cock right in my mouth, down my throat and start sucking

"Joanne, fuck. Your mouth, your tongue, fuck!", Hobi shouts

He tastes good and I love feeling him going in and out of my throat

I feel a hand on my clit and turn my head slightly. Namjoon is next to me jerking off and rubbing my clit while Jin and Tae fuck me

"It's ok baby. I fuck you all the time. Let the guys have fun", Namjoon groans

I nod, still fucking Hobi with my mouth.

"I'll fuck you later ok?"

"Mmmmm"

While I'm loving this, Namjoon fucks me the best because he knows my body. And I know his. I can get him to cum in under a minute. He can do the same to me

I feel pressure building up and I don't know who, but one of them slams me and with Namjoon still playing with my clit, I cum on both of them, letting go of Hobi, screaming, "JIN! JIN!, TAEHYUNG, yes TAEHYUNG!"

"God Joanne, you feel so good when you cum", Tae groans

"Yeah, so fucking tight", Jin whines

They keep thrusting and I start sucking Hobi again, with him watching me

"Fuck Joanne!", Tae yells as he explodes, then pulls out after he finishes

I feel Jin shift and his hands grab my hips, thrusting fast and deep. I feel another orgasm and I cry around Hobi's cock as the pleasure washes over me

"Yes, yes, yes, fuck, Jo, yes", Jin shouts

He pounds in one more time and then holds me against him while he orgasms

When he pulls out Hobi starts yelling, "Fuck I'm gonna cum, move her, I want in"

Tae, Jin and Namjoon flip me on my back, Tae and Namjoon each holding one leg open for Hobi. Hobi doesn't waste anytime driving his cock in me and slamming relentlessly

"So tight. So good", he says not forming sentences.

I close my eyes, feeling the sensation of Hobi's firm cock in me. I just came twice and I feel another coming.

"Don't stop Hobi", I beg

"I won't baby. Not until you cum first", he promises as he pulls and holds me up with an arm around my back

The angle makes him hit deeper inside and I yell. It feels so fucking amazing. Hobi is good at sex too

"Hobi, Hobi, Hobi", I call over and over

"Yeah baby, say my fucking name. Tell me I make you feel better than anyone else."

"Hey", Namjoon yells

"Yes Hobi, fuck, you fuck me better than anyone so far", I repeat

"Joanne!", Namjoon yells again, surprised and upset

I honestly don't even know what I'm saying. I've been fucked so much and orgasmed so much I can't think. And the next one comes now

"Hoseok, HOSEOK!", I cry, my body shaking uncontrollably

"Yeah baby, fuck yeah", he murmurs, still ramming me until he shouts and cums too.

Hobi gently lays me back down before pulling out and collapsing next to me. I lay there for a few minutes, just breathing and relaxing

Until Namjoon comes. He thrust inside hard and pounds away

"I fuck you better than anyone Joanne. I was going to fuck you later but now I have to remind you who gives it to you good", he yells

"Yes Namjoon", I pant, "More"

Fuck he really does fuck me the best. The pleasure is running through my body and feels so so good. He drives his cock in harder and faster, knowing exactly what to do to me

"You're body listens to me", he growls,

"Cum now"

He thrusts again and I cum just like he wants.

"Good girl", Namjoon moans, "Again, now!"

And I explode on him again. He pounds a few times then holds me to him as he cums, yelling. After he lays down next to me, breathing hard

I get up, wobbling on my legs. Cum still slides down my legs when I stand but this time I don't know whose it is, since four of them came in me one after the other.

Just thinking about that makes me feel like a slut. I shrug to myself, I probably am but God did I love this.

"I'll be right back", I say and walk to the bathroom

My legs feel like jelly as I walk. I get to the bathroom, then clean myself up with soap and water.

I walk back to the living room. All the guys are laying around, eyes closed or watching me

All but Yoongi. Whose sitting, still stiff and watching me. I saunter over to him

"You're turn", I whisper to him

How I have the energy to still go I'll never know. But I don't want to be unfair to him. Everyone else got off, he should too

Yoongi glares at me but instead of being scared, it turns me on. He's so fucking sexy and he doesn't know it. And it gets me wet

"I'm not scared of you Yoongi. Never was, never will be"

It's true. He can look and even be mean but I'm not scared of him. I just give him his shit right back to him

"So you can glare at me all you want."

I grab his hand and put it on my pussy so he can feel how soaked I am

"It doesn't do anything but turn me on"

He moans and bites his lip as he slides his fingers around and inside

"So if you wanna give me an attitude, you know you'll get one back. And if you wanna act like an ass, I'll walk away, let someone else fuck me and you can jerk off.", I threaten

"No. No. I'll be good. I promise", he says quickly

"Good fucking boy"

He nods his head quickly, "Yes, I'm your good boy"

I cock my head, "cute"

I pull his hand away and he whimpers.

Big bad Yoongi, whimpering for sex. I love it.

I climb on top of him, hovering right over his hard leaking erection.

"Take it Yoongi", I whisper

He doesn't need to be told twice. He grabs my hips and slams me down on him

"Fuck!", we both scream

"Move Jo. Please Fuck me. I waited like you asked. Fuck me", he begs

"Anything you want Yoongi"

I slam up and down on him, hard and fast, moving on him like I did before. His eyes are squeezed closed and his grip on my hips are turning his knuckles white, him panting rapidly. But the pain feels so good

"Yoongi, baby, you're cock feels so good", I praise

It's true. Yoongi's cock is the biggest and thickest out of all of them. Bigger than Jungkook and like Jungkook, I don't have to squeeze him for it to be tight. But I do it anyway to make it tighter for him

"You're so tight Jo, you fuck me so well", he moans

I kiss him, putting my arms around his neck. My hand slides in his hair from the back of his neck. I'm slamming harder and harder, clenching him tighter, while he moans under me.

Grabbing a fistful of hair, I pull his head back against the chair cushion and plant kisses all over his neck. He moans loudly when I kiss one spot and I smirk against his skin. I concentrate kissing and licking right in that spot he likes

"Fuck. I don't want to leave your pussy. Please Jo, don't make me leave", he begs

"Shhh, Yoongi, you don't have to baby. You can stay", I murmur, fucking him as hard and fast as I can move

"God Jo, you're so good. I've never been fucked this good before", he whimpers

I smile, happy about that

I lean down and whisper in his ear, "Cum Yoongi. I want it so much"

He's breathing so hard but he manages to get out, "Yyyy....you first. I...fuck....I want to feel you cum on me"

Jesus, his words turn me on so much and I feel the familiar pressure of an orgasm coming. I slide up and down his shaft a few more times before I explode as an orgasm tears through my body.

"YOONGI, fuck!"

As I clamp down on his cock, he grips me tighter and puts his head against my chest, yelling while he cums.

"JOANNE baby, shit"

He leans back when he's finished, still in me and he's still hard as a rock.

"Yoongi, you're still hard"

"Huh?", he asks, his head lifting up

I get off him and he looks down. Our cum is mixed on his cock but it's still fully erect. I've never seen this before. Namjoon has been extremely horny before but it takes him at least ten minutes before he gets hard again. Yoongi just came and nothing changed. He's still hard. Wow

"Huh", he says as he looks at himself then he looks back at me

"Get on", he demands

"What?"

"Get on. You kept your promise to fuck me good and your right, I'm going to be thinking about that for a long time. But now I'm gonna fuck your brains out and you won't want anyone but me to fuck you anymore."

I smirk, "You can try"

"Then get on my cock and let me fuck you"

I get so wet and excited, I immediately slide on his cock.

"Fuck, Yoongi, you fit so good in me", I whisper

"I know baby. I don't want to be anywhere else", he replies, quietly.

Then he says, "We got an audience"

I turn and see the guys watching us, hands on their erect cocks.

"They're gonna jerk off to us", I giggle

He shrugs

"I don't care about them. I want you right now"

"Then fuck me hard Yoongi"

He smirks and thrusts up hard causing me to scream. He holds my hips again and lifts me up, then slams me down as he thrusts up. The pleasure is so fucking intense. More intense that when Tae and Jin were in me

He keeps going so hard and fast. I fucking love it. He's hitting all the right places and pretty soon he has me coming again

"Yoongi, ahhh", I scream

He doesn't stop, he gets up and carries me to the couch.

"Get off", Yoongi yells at Jimin and Jungkook

They scramble off and he lays me on the couch on my back. He rips open my legs and thrusts inside, immediately pounding ruthlessly into me. It feels amazing.

He leans over and kisses me, his tongue sliding in my mouth and I love the way it feels. He kisses my neck and down to my breast

He sucks on one of my nipples while he squeezes the other with his fingers

I gasp as the pleasure and all too soon I'm ready to cum.

But just as I'm going to, he pulls out

"Fuck", I yell

He smirks at me, "Don't like it huh?"

"No!", I snap

"Now you know how it feels"

Yeah, not fucking fun to be pulled out of pleasure like that. But I'm still not sorry I did it to him. I roll my eyes while he kisses my body, licking and sucking on my skin. He sucks on a nipple again and I'm even more drenched

"Damn Jo, you want me that much? You just fucking soaked the cushion"

I glare at him, "Then shut up and fuck me"

"Ok", he shrugs and pleasure returns to my body as he pushes in.

He puts my legs on his shoulders and slams in deeper than any of the guys went. This position makes my orgasm come much faster. Then the pleasure leaves my body as he pulls out again

"YOONGI!", I scream, frustrated

He laughs. He fucking laughs. That's it

"Hobi come fuck me now", I yell

"No he can't.", Yoongi answers

"Yes he can. He fucked me the best tonight and he can do it again."

Yoongi's eyes flash and he growls, "No he's not going to. I'm going to fuck you. I'm going to make you scream louder than Namjoon does. I'm going to be the one who fucks you the best out of any guy you ever fucked or will fuck. You'll never forget about me, the same way I'll never forget about you!"

I stare at him in shock. He'll never forget me? He actually said that? I can't think of anything to say

But then I don't have to because as soon as he's done speaking, he goes back in harder and faster than before.

Again once I get close, he pulls out. I get so fucking pissed but I don't say anything this time. He teases me two more times and I just get more frustrated

He smirks at me and kisses me. I'd turn my head but I like his kisses. He goes back in, legs still on his shoulders. It feels fantastic

I'm scared to give in to the strong pleasure because he's gonna pull out again and everything is going to stop. So I just breath heavily, not screaming because what's the point if it's just gonna stop?

"What's the matter baby?", he asks

"Nothing", I answer

"You don't like it?"

I shake my head

"I do. I love it but you're just gonna stop again and I'm waiting for that."

"Not this time baby, I'm gonna let you cum."

[roseabelle21]

No. 1

Requested by: @mirukobecomingbothered​

I might have gotten carried away with the headcanon, I'm sorry! 🥺🥺 I added a few twists of my own and I hope it reached your expectations. I hope you like it! ♥️♥️♥️

Pairings: Hitoshi Shinsou x reader, Katsuki Bakugou x reader

Status: Unedited

Genre: Fluff with a tiny weeny bit of angst.

Quick Background:

An outcast because of a 'villainous' quirk? Check.

Do you have friends? Not sure if you can call them your friends when they are all blithering idiots who want to mess with the spirits.

Does everyone think that you will be a villain someday? Every time.

Is everyone afraid of you because you look like you've been dead for the past five years but still walking above ground? Absolutely!

When do people see your cat do they automatically think that you are a witch? Yes, but more like a demon in disguise.

You shrugged them off, your quirk might be on the freaky and terrifying side but it is powerful.

Contrary to popular belief, ghosts are nice, most of the time. Maybe a bit clingy and attention seeker towards you since you are the only one who can see and hear them.

They are a nice company to be around. Most of them.

There was a time you used to hate your quirk, there never seems to be a privacy when you see those supernatural things.

You see things you wish you couldn't, things that can go beyond your imagination.

Everyone thinks the worst in you, and there are days when they get to you.

When that happens, the ghosts always have your back.

You try your best to prove them wrong, and when you got into UA and placed top 5 in the sports festival, some perspective changed, and some called you a freak.

Though they are all wimps since they can't say it directly in your face or around your friends, especially your boyfriend.

Lord knows what'll happen when someone talks shit about you around them.

They probably met Jesus soon after.

Shinsou Hitoshi

Straight off the bat, your favourite date, past time, and other couple activities are sleeping.

Him catching up on his well-deserved sleep and you calm your mind from everything.

Nothing in between.

Naps in the couch, beside the window, your rooms, maybe beside the window in the common room after stargazing.

You have to pry this headcanon from my cold dead hands.

This sleepy boi understands the pain and suffering you go through the best, especially since he's been there.

Both of you start as acquaintances.

You met him when your cat decided to give you a heart attack by running off to who knows where and not coming back for h o u r s.

It freaked you out since staying out late is unlikely of your lazy ass cat.

Despite your fatigue from training, you rushed outside to find them.

You didn't have to look for too long, you found them at the park accompanied by an Einstein inspired purple-haired guy with a UA uniform.

You let out a breath of relief, it didn't last long as anger bubbled up in your chest.

Yelling out their name that startled not only your cat and the guy, but the rest of the people at the park as well.

Shinso stared at you scolding your cat whilst bringing them in your arms.

Amused and curious at the same time.

Thinking that you took that TikTok meme "I'm alive but I'm dead" a little too far.

A chuckle that left his lips and your glare started a long interesting talk.

Both of you started eating lunch together at school with the Dekusquad.

A few teasing looks from Uraraka when he sat down beside you and greeted you before anyone else.

They started inviting him to your hangouts outside of the school and study dates.

It happened almost every day once he transferred from class 1-A.

A month after that Uraraka and Kaminari started teasing the both of you.

It confused you when they made a big deal about you and Shinsou spending more time with each other than the rest of the class.

It only confused you further when Shinsou started blushing every time you look at him or even go anywhere near him.

He finally confessed to you when both of you got stuck in the closet playing 7 Minutes In Heaven.

It was hard to listen to him because of the endless teasing of your ghost friends.

They approved of him the moment he talked and looked at you like a normal human being.

Shinsou as a friend was protective of you, knowing all of the nasty looks and what people say about you because of something uncontrollable.

And now that you're his girlfriend? Oh boy, haters can run but they can't hide.

He is the most chill person you will ever meet.

But once you decided to talk shit about his girl, just pray my dude.

Or beg for mercy.

If they are one in a million lucky ones, it might work.

But they're not so.

Not even Aizawa can stop him, cause he will turn blind eye.

Nobody talks shit to any of his children students and stay alive to tell the tale.

The both of you are his prodigies, they know nothing of the hard work you both put in your training with him.

You and your boyfriend are the best in stealth missions and gathering information.

You use your friends to gather information undetectable and Shinsou tricking the villains to brainwash them.

In short, you guys are the power couple of Class 1-A and everyone agrees.

A force to be reckoned with.

Besides, no one can pull off the cosplay of Morticia and Gomez Addams better than both of you can.

You rely on each other when times get rough and needed reassurance.

Being each other's rock to hold on and find comfort in.

Shinsou will wrap his arms around you as you spill everything to him.

Reassuring you that you are his hero, muttering sweet things in your ear, stroking your hair to calm you down, and humming you to sleep.

He knows what it feels like to hate something that is apart of you.

And he tries his best to make you see the best in the worst you think of yourself.

Everything about you is beautiful, nothing that is apart of you is worth hating.

Honestly, you couldn't wish for anyone better to be your significant other.

They can call you anything they want, but you will always be an angel in his eyes.

All of them can keep talking, and he finds great pleasure once they see your true power and find themselves speechless.

"That's my girl."

Bakugou Katsuki:

Not gonna lie, he will probably think that you are a zombie or somewhat related to them.

From the moment you walked through the door, slouched back, droopy red eyes, panda-like eye bags underneath, paper white skin that is unhealthy to look at, he was certain that you are going to collapse at any given moment. 

He scoffed, wondering how the hell you managed to get into UA, let alone the Hero class.

Were you even in the right class or are you just that tired to not see that huge ass sign at the door?

Either way, he didn't care.

So long as you don't stand in his way from being the best, which is highly unlikely to happen in his eyes.

So imagine his shock when you managed to score higher than him in the Physical Assessment Test.

What in the hell?

"Hey, freak bitch! How the hell did you score higher than me?! What are you playing at?!"

Kirishima immediately held him back and apologized profusely to you. 

Bakugou's anger at you only increased when you only stared at him blankly before rolling your eyes and walked away. 

Throughout the rest of the day, whenever he tries to call you or even go near you, he finds himself tripping over nothing or his things randomly dropping.

To say it freaks him out will be an understatement.  

However, that didn't stop him from pestering you. 

Constantly asking yelling- at you demanding your quirk and challenging you for a fight.

You're nonchalant response and sassy remarks only ticked him off.

The two on two activity was useless since you did nothing and Todoroki handled the rest. 

Cue the USJ incident and he is finally satisfied when he saw your quirk at first hand. 

Skeletons rising from the ground and villains mysteriously flying away from you when they get too close to you. 

He immediately put everything together and he is ecstatic. 

An unusual quirk but powerful nonetheless. 

Katsuki finds himself watching you in the classroom and during training. 

Finding your quirk nothing short of weird and curiosity of finding out how you use it is eating him alive.

Sometimes, he catches you talking to yourself and it only makes him more curious. 

And think that you are crazy.

The moment you agreed to challenge him was the beginning of your friendship.

He overheard a few girls that you went to school with talking about your hideous appearance and quirk when walking towards the school for training.

A slight twinge in his heart when he saw you, although your face didn't reveal anything, your eyes sure did. 

He dragged you by the arm to go faster and reassured you in his blunt way.

After that training with Bakugou became a routine.

The Bakusquad saw you both walking out of the park.

You declined their offer of going out saying that you have something to do and Bakugou just saying that he's not interested in going. 

So the teasing of when both of you will make it official happens every. Single. Day.

Be it weekends or weekdays. 

They will not stop their teasing even if they are on the verge of death.

Your bond with Katsuki strengthened when you came to rescue him from the villains and when he failed the Provisional License exams.

You were the first one to notice his change and the first and only one to confront him. 

He was shocked.

He thought he had it hidden well but not to you. 

At first, he was hesitant to tell you anything. But one hug from you and his walls came crashing down.

After that incident, you came to each other to open up.

You told him how you hate your quirk sometimes. Seeing things that gives you nightmares and paranoia.

In a short but somewhat sweet way, he told you about how those fears make you a stronger person. Physically and mentally.

He's by your side no matter what happens, he won't let you go through this alone.

To further emphasize it, he gave you a one arm hug.

He asked you out a few weeks later, quietly and all blushy face which was the first for him. 

Of course you said yes.

You both agreed to keep your relationship a secret from everyone until Halloween where - much to everyone's surprise- he joined in.

The real icing on the cake was when they saw you both in a cliche couple, Harley Quinn and Joker.

Mina and Kirishima were the first ones to realize and Denki being the last.

You are practically inseparable after you relieved your relationship. 

Anyone who talks badly about you and your quirk won't last long in the face of the earth.

Katsuki Bakugou is already explosive enough as he is, and you decided to talk shit about the love of his life?

Girl/Boy bye.

I hope you crossed everything off your bucket list cause the last thing you will see and hear is the sound of his explosions.

He once asked you about what your spirits think of him.

You were silent for a while before you replied, "I don't think you wanna know."

You know he won't stop there, he kept pestering you, again and again, every chance he gets to ask. 

Annoyed you told him.

"They think you are a crusty pomeranian and they find you amusing since it's a miracle that you still have your voice after al those yelling."

They like annoying him, whenever you both are alone, they whisper things to you that'll get you to giggle and he'll angrily question what they were talking about.

Making his things fall or mess with his hair. 

They like him for you.

As long as he keeps you safe and happy, they'll keep him safe and sound.

From the villains and the bad spirits. 

Random:

You have the perfect quirk to scare the living hell of your friends and family during Halloween season.

Who are you to deny the advantages of it. 😏😏😏

Various crosses and other blessed items by the priest litter around your room to keep the spirits away.

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Gateway Drug | Part Thirty-Four

Table of Content or Part Thirty-Three

Word Count: 4.4k

Warning(s): Explicit language, Mentions of drug abuse, Explicit sexual situations

A/N: To the anon that asked about the pictures before chapters, I gave it a shot. Let me know what you guys think. Cintia Dicker is who I've always imagined as Viv (only difference is Viv has green eyes and Cintia has blue). Have a good night guys!!

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"...We're about to go on in a couple minutes, we're already late." Duff tells me, frustrated, after explaining everything he, Izzy, Axl, Slash, and Steven have endured ever since they left L.A. to embark on their first little tour as a band, along the west coast.

The first stop was his home town, and everything from losing equipment, losing their only form of transportation, hitch hiking in suffocating heat, spending all the money shared between them for a ride, and anything else that could go wrong, happened all under 24 hours.

After getting the full run down on what all had happened once they got back home, I decided the devil works hard, but Guns N' Roses work harder.

"Well, I wish I could have gone but I'm trying to get Nikki to acknowledge Vince before they start touring." I tell him, scrubbing at a soapy dish, the kitchen phone caught between my ear and my shoulder.

"Still?"

"He offered Vince blow the other day, after Vince just got out of jail, and is supposed to be sober. It wasn't blow. It was smack." I explain.

"Oh my God, that's fucked." Duff tells me.

"Him and Tommy thought it was the funniest thing ever so I replaced all their blow with unscented baby powder and flushed the real thing." I explain and he laughs. "They've been wondering why their blow is 'broken'."

"Now, is that what Jesus would do?" He asks jokingly.

"God gave me the idea. I did it. I am a good and faithful servant." I state and he laughs again.

"Oh, I gotta go, Viv." He tells me.

"Alright, good luck." I say, hearing Steven say "Hey, Viv!"

"Steven says 'hey'." Duff lets me know and I smile to myself.

"Tell him I said, 'hey'."

"I will. I'll talk to you again whenever I can." He assures me. "Love you."

"Love you, too."

"Bye."

"Bye-bye."

We both hang up and I rinse the dish I've been working on and place it in the dish wrack.

Glancing at the clock to see it's 8:00pm, Nikki should be back from the studio soon.

I finish up on the dishes and go take a shower since I've been stress cleaning and sweating a little.

By the time I get out and get lounging clothes on, Nikki and Tommy are in the kitchen talking, and go silent when I come in

"Hey, babe." Nikki tells me innocently, he and Tommy exchanging mischevious looks.

"What?" I ask them, glancing between the two of them.

"So...I was thinking..." Nikki starts. "...You know how you told me not to buy the vette last year, right? Because it only had two seats and we might have kids down the line and it's not really a family car."

"Yeah." I reply, narrowing my eyes at him.

"Well, because I'm a responsible husband and a happy wife equals a happy life, I made an investment." He tells me and I cross my arms.

"What kind of investment, Mr. Sixx?" I roll my jaw.

"Well..." Nikki trails off, and I'm darting for the front door before he or Tommy can grab me.

I swing the front door open to see a brand new jeep in the driveway.

"Nikki Sixx!" I spin around and he and Tommy wince a little. "You bought a car?! Another one?!"

"The vette's are the town cars, baby, the jeep is for more practical use."

"Like the motorcycle in our garage is for 'nights out with the guys'?"

"Exactly!" Tommy pipes in.

In a matter of seconds, I'm chasing Nikki back into the house.

"I'm going to kill you!" I threaten him.

"Tommy, grab her!" Nikki laughs out, which only makes me even more upset that my frustration is amusing to him.

Tommy misses me buy a few seconds before I'm jumping over the couch and tackling Nikki, straddling him and pinning him by his forearms.

"We don't have the money for a new car, Nikki!" I tell him, seriously.

"The album releases in two weeks, Viv. We've got more money than you think." He chuckles, assuring me, and I let out a breath as his eyes drift over my body, raising a brow at our position. "But I can pretend we're dirt broke if you promise to keep man handling me."

"Do I need to get you guys the video camera and leave you to it?" Tommy reminds us he's still here.

"Yeah, it's about time to add Volume Three to the collection, anyway." Nikki states, the corner of his mouth pulling up in his signature smirk.

Before your imagination runs wild, none of our sex tapes are still in existence. When Tommy and Vince's got out, I knew damn well I wasn't about to be best known for a sex tape(s)...

So they were all run over in the driveway and lit on fire.

"Speaking of the release," Nikki starts, nudging at me. "Our anniversary's the next week, but what're you wanting to do for a anniversary present—"

"—Your anniversary present is in the garage. And the driveway. And require insurance. And gas. And maintenance." I correct him and he rolls his eyes.

"I meant your present." He tells me. "What do think you might want?"

"I don't know." I shrug, then I remember what day our anniversary falls on, and slowly look at Nikki, my lips pulling into a smug smile.

I'm still not sorry for what I asked for, for our anniversary. But you know what? Hungover, slightly doped up from the night before, and exhausted, my trooper of a husband got himself together long enough to endure his own personal hell.

Nikki glares at me from behind his sunglasses as the preacher leads us into prayer and I nudge him with my elbow a little so he'll at least bow his head and pretend to care.

"Father in Heaven we pray, forgive us of our sins, Lord. God, we ask that you bless this message and prepare the hearts of those that need to hear it. I pray that you continue to watch over us, keep your hand upon us, and help us to be better. In Jesus' name I pray, amen."

"Amen." We all say, and Nikki scoffs out a mocking little snicker, making me elbow him and he raises his brows.

His smug look immediately falls.

I can't see his eyes but I know he's saying, "elbow me again and see what happens."

"If you turn in your Bibles to the book of Hosea, chapter three, verse one..." Brother Harting starts, and I take pick my jacket up from my lap to get my Bible from underneath it.

I flip to Hosea 3:1, and read along in my mind as he reads aloud:

"Then the Lord said unto me, Go yet, love a woman beloved of her friend, yet an adulteress, according to the love of the Lord toward the children of Israel, who look to other gods, and love flagons of wine." He says, before looking up from the book. "To put it simply, for those of you not quite sure what that means, God is telling Hosea to marry a prostitute. The children of Israel at this time were beginning to stray from God and worship other gods and idols. They were not faithful to God. Like Gomer, Hosea's wife. I'm sure when he married her, he hoped she would stop selling herself and giving herself to other people." He explains. "Isn't it strange that so many of us assume marriage, or a child, will keep their significant other from giving parts of themselves to other people and other things when they were selling themselves to someone or something long before you even came along?" He chuckles out and I rub my lips together, a chord being struck within me. "God told Hosea to marry Gomer, and he did. But she didn't stay faithful. In fact, Hosea had to repeatedly go find her with other men and bring her back home. Now, God didn't tell Hosea to marry a woman that seemed like she could not, for the life of her, stay committed in the right path, to hurt him. God wanted to demonstrate how Israel was repeatedly unfaithful towards him. How we are all unfaithful to him at times, even when we don't realize it. Some of us even worship idols, and don't realize it. Obsession over money. Obsession over lust. Obsession over alcohol. If you are a workaholic..." He names a few examples.

"Cute, can we go now?" Nikki's grumbling under his breath to me and I don't even look at him, lacing my fingers through his, hoping to keep him quite like giving a baby a pacifier.

"I'm not saying wanting money, or having a drink with your dinner, or enjoying your work or really enjoying sex, is idolatry. It is when those things become addictive habits that consume your thoughts constantly, so much so, that you wake up one day and realize you haven't even acknowledged God in weeks. Some of us, months. For others, it's years. And when I say 'acknowledge God' I don't mean a little 'thank God' when something goes your way. I mean, getting in that comfortable space we all have when we can humbly approach God with all of our worries, concerns, hopes, dreams, and tell him about everything going on in our lives. When we take the time to talk to him like we would a friend. God wants to hear everything from us, whether it's something good that's happened, or something we need him to heal within us or help us with something we are struggling to do. He is never too busy." He smiles. "Hosea constantly chased and went after Gomer because he loved her. He made vows to God to marry her and he grew to love her. God loved the children of Israel, and he loves us. He used Hosea as a demonstration of how he always pursues and goes after his church when each of us stray, and let me tell you something, ladies and gentlemen, when Gomer got herself into a mess for the last time, she was about to be sold, like cattle. And Hosea went looking for her thinking she was up to her typical no good. But he came up on the auction she was being sold at. Keep in mind this woman had put him through years of hurt, and pain. He was exhausted, he was angry, he was broken...but he saw his wife about to be sold to men who would most definitely put her through hell, and Hosea suddenly couldn't see his wife's wrong doings. He just saw the woman he loved, the mother of his children, scared and in trouble. And he threw his hand up, and placed a bid for thirty pieces of silver on this woman. Six months worth of wages on a woman that seemed to do everything in her power to not be faithful to him."

"I think fucking not." Nikki doesn't even try to be quiet, causing a few people in front of us to quickly glance back at us.

I elbow him, harder this time, and he's grabbing at my wrist, harshly, pulling me to my feet.

Anger and frustration goes through me when he leads me through the double doors of the very small lobby.

"You're being a jackass." I hiss out the second he's pushed me into the ladies' room that consists of one toilet and a small sink.

"You're being a brat. You should be happy I even came to this bullshit." He snaps.

"One time isn't gonna kill you, Nikki. I'm surprised you're actually able to walk into a church and not burst into flames."

"Okay, fuck you!" He raises his voice and my hand is popping him in the chest before I can stop myself, "Shh!" flying past my lips.

His teeth grind together, and my thighs tense.

His hand is grabbing a fist full of my red locks, yanking my head back as he looks me in the eyes.

It's a slap in the face to him, but I can't help but let out a mocking chuckle, smiling up at him.

I completely disregard the fact we're in church, and my hands slide under his shirt, feeling his warm skin, my nails scratching down his sides.

He's letting go of my hair, reaching between us, and unbuckling his belt and tugging it out of his belt loops.

I squeeze my thighs together as anticipation starts building within my core, creating a slip between my thighs.

He's grabbing my arm and spinning me around to face the wall, shoving me forward.

My hands brace on the chipped, faint yellow paint, and he's yanking my hips back and spreading my legs while yanking my dress up and my panties down to rest around my ankles.

He gives me a moment of mercy, his hand reaching around to rub my clit while his leather restrained prick grinds against my ass, causing me to let out a quiet moan to avoid being heard.

Just as I start moving with his fingers, he pulls away.

"Bad girls don't get rewarded." He tells me smartly in my ear before I'm feeling heat radiate through my body after the sharp sting of leather hits my skin.

I take in a breath, arching my back, biting back another moan. 

By the time he's finished with lick number ten, my ass is bright red and aching, and there's a mess of wetness rolling down my legs and dripping on the floor.

I hear his belt hit the floor and he unties the laces of his pants, causing me to hum with excitement as he reaches for my hair again and turns me around to pull me to my knees.

I lick my lips as my mouth begins to water at the sight of engorged veins, aching for release as he strokes himself a couple of times, his precum beading out of his tip.

I open my mouth and stick my tongue out eagerly, looking up at him with begging, green eyes, wanting to taste him.

He looks down at me with a little grin, like he's proud he's been able to screw the submission into his innocent little "my body's a temple" Saint Vivian and corrupt her in every way that she would allow.

He gives me what I want, swiping the tip of himself across my tongue. I don't think he's expected me to wrap my tongue and lips around him just yet because when I do, he's gripping onto the side of the sink with white knuckles.

I hungrily swallow down the liquid leaking from him, thriving under his praise as he says:

"God, you're so fuckin' hot."

I press teasing kisses to his tip, down the underside of his shaft, and his balls, and he damn near collapses when I run my tongue over them before tracing my tongue back up him and taking him in my mouth.

He grabs at my hair, creating a punishing pace that's got tears running from the corners of my eyes with each thrust that has him brushing against the back of my throat.

When he finally lets me catch my breath, a line of my spit holds from my lips to his cock, so I catch it with my fingers and use it to keep jerking him off.

My pussy is beginning to throb, needing something, anything to relieve the pressure.

The fingers of my free hand fall to my clit, but it isn't quite enough.

I believe I take "bitch in heat" to a whole other level when I pull my dress up and strategically arch my back and rest my legs on either side of Nikki's right foot.

He looks at me, a little confused before I spread my thighs a little more, causing my clit to rest against the curve of Nikki's boot where his ankle meets his leg.

My eyes roll back as I begin to move back and forth, slowly against him, while still keeping my hand moving up and down on his dick.

I don't open my eyes until I feel him lift the toe of his shoe a little bit, angling the part I'm straddling to rest against my soaked sex perfectly.

My eyes stare up at him, the nails of my free hand bite into the back of his lower thigh as I use him for leverage while beginning to move feverishly against him.

He takes over on himself, allowing me to hold onto his leg with both hands as he watches me like I'm the most beautiful woman he has ever seen.

Tears stream down my face as my orgasm builds, the only thing able to come out of my mouth is "Oh, fuck" and "Nikki" in the form of breathy whimpers.

When I come, my eyes screw shut, my body shutters and I completely soak Nikki's boot.

"Face, mouth, or tits?" Nikki asks me in regards to where I want his cum.

I swallow every last drop.

After making sure my crucifix wasn't crooked, my floral Sunday dress and matching heels were perfectly put back on and my hair looked like it had never been touched, Nikki and I pretended we hadn't had a little anniversary gathering in the bathroom and returned to service in time to hear that last tid bit.

In which Nikki was pissed about having to sit through, but I suppose he did anyway without any more complaints because he knew it was important to me.

"Hosea bought his wife back, like Christ bought all of us with his bloodshed on the cross. That being said, let's throw out the idea that God only chases after perfect Christians and everyone else is no good and going to hell anyway so it's the perfect Christians' job to tell everyone else they're going to burn forever." Harting states as Nikki and I slip back inside, and I scoff, thinking of my mother. "We are all sinners, people. I've known Christians that condemn just about everyone and then go home and do the equivelant of what they were condemning others for. You can't tell homosexuals they are going to hell and there is no hope for them, and then go out and have sex outside of marriage. Or say tattoos are a show of paganism and a sin and then go home and call up your friends to gossip about other people. You don't get to decide what is and isn't a sin to better suit your lifestyle. And just because someone isn't like you or doesn't think like you, does not mean they are any less worthy of God's love and a lot of Christians need to be careful who they damn to hell because God doesn't think like human's do. Our bodies, our flesh, and our mind's are imperfect and I'm affraid many of these holier-than-thou types are going to be shocked when they end up in a place they don't want to be when they die because they spent too much time alive being too hateful and worried about how other people are living, they never looked at themselves and worked on their own relationship with God and their salvation before minding other people's. Any born again Christian who truly has God in their hearts should never, ever, feel comfortable telling someone else they are going to hell. We can disagree with someone's choices and decisions or relationships and friendships or addictions and habits or view points and opinions, and love them. And respect them. And be kind to them. And treat them like human beings and if you're worried for someone's soul, pray for them as much as you want. We are here to love and uplift others. That is the way we as Christians are meant to be because that is the way God is with us. We do things all the time he doesn't like. But he loves us enough to continously chase after us and bring us back to him, and never give up on us. And that love is open to anyone willing to accept it."

He closes out his sermon and we sing one last hymn before closing out in prayer, and head back to the car.

"Well?" I ask him and he takes his sunglasses off and rubs his eyes.

"I don't know what was more adorable: seeing you all enthused over someone that doesn't exist, or seeing you have my dick in your throat during church." He pipes, laughing. "Oh, that would be cool game to play. I could be the Pervy Priest and you could be the Naughty Nun." He suggest, his hand squeezing at my thigh in a tickling motion and I squeal, fighting to get him to stop tickling me and he finally stops."It was a good message, though. He had a very nice way of saying, 'just mind your own fucking business, cunt face'."

"Shh, Nikki!" I cringe at him saying 'cunt' in the parkinglot of a church.

"Oh, sorry, didn't mean to swear in the Lord's driveway." He sarcastically apologizes and I shake my head a little and crank the car.

Later that night, Nikki heads to Robbin's place to score some smack and blow from his dealer, before we go out to dinner, and I'm stopping by to see Duff and the guys at their rehearsal.

The clicks of my heels sound against the bare concrete where stained up carpet as been ripped up.

I see two masses of teased, blonde hair in the corner by a drum kit, a fluff ball of black, curly hair laying in the floor wear sunglasses, and teased red hair.

"Duff." Izzy states, and I turn to see him on a holed up couch in the corner, cigarette hanging from his lips.

"Izzy." I acknowledge him.

"Viv." He replies in the same tone, not bothering to look up from his guitar.

"Yeah?" Duff asks, glancing over at him to see me. "Hey!" He immediately stops what he's doing to come over, the other three boys looking up at me as well. "What're you doing here?" He asks, hugging me, and I look up at him after seeing Steven coming over here.

"Nikki and I were about to go out for our anniversary and I decided to come by since I haven't talked to you in a couple weeks. But, um, I know you've been busy I just thought I would stop by." I explain, smiling when Steven's energetic vibe spills over to me when he squeezes me to him.

"Well, we were just taking a break if you wanna hangout for a little bit." Duff offers.

I glance at Axl over Duff's shoulder, seeing he's irritated, and I let out a breath.

My relationship with Axl was about how my relationship with Vince was.

We loved to hate each other.

But not because Axl was a pig like Vince was. But because he and I were the same exact person.

I don't know if it was the overzealous religious up bringing forced upon us, or our struggles with similar mental disorders, but we both had the same nearly uncontrollable temper.

We got along most of the time, our issue, though, was that we saw things differently, and would get into heated arguments.

The longer the band stayed together, the worse Axl got.

It became more and more about him, and not so much the band.

When Steven was fired for getting too deep into heroin (as if he was the only one in the band with addiction issues) Axl had the honor Robbin, Vince, and Doc, all had been given: my fist to his face.

He was trying his hardest not to punch me back as I yelled:

"I'm not in your fucking band, I'm not on your fucking payroll, so I have no problem telling you, you're a fucking piece of shit and you need a hell of a lot more help than what you're getting right now! You're acting like a trigger happy crazy person, you have got your band members paranoid about who's gonna go next and for the love of God, Axl, of all the ways you could have handled the man that has saved your wife's life not once, but twice, you fire him for doing something you idiots were glorifying three years ago?! Get your shit together, Rose, because you're getting fucking messy!"

I had quoted him, from when he said, "get your shit together, Sixx, because you're getting fucking messy" after Duff and I had nearly been caught by Nikki.

The entire time they were on tour with us, Axl was paranoid Nikki would find out Duff and I were friendly with each other, kick Guns off the tour, and blacklist them through the label...

He got even more uptight when Steven and Slash accidentally gave me weed brownies a few days into the tour, and I was stoned out of my mind for six hours straight, and Steven, Slash, Duff, and were chasing me around and trying to make sure I didn't make it obvious to anyone on Mötley's team or Nikki, Tommy, Vince and Mick, that the supporting band got Nikki's stone cold sober wife high as a kite. Izzy just found it amusing.

One thing about Axl, though. He taught Tansy how to stick up for herself, which gave her the courage to publicly out her abusers in her agency and industry. I guess that's why I didn't kill him despite the many times I heavily considered it.

"I would hang around, but, I've really gotta get going." I tell Duff. "But I'll call you tomorrow or Tuesday and we can figure out when a good time to hangout before I go to Japan, alright?"

"Okay." He nods.

"Okay, I gotta go, Steven." I squeeze him equally as tight as he is me, ruffling his hair a little.

"Boo! Buzzkill." He protests my leaving and I roll my eyes as he steps back to his drums.

"I'll talk to you later." I tell Duff, standing on my tip toes to kiss his cheek innocently.

"Yeah. Have fun tonight." He tells me. "And happy anniversary."

"Thank you, sweetie." I say as I wipe my lipstick from his cheek. "Love you, be good." I tell them before turning to go.

"Love you." Steven and Duff say back.

"Viv." Izzy tells me as I head for the door, as his way of saying 'bye'.

"Izzy." I reply, before stepping out.

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RANT S3 P2: MIDNIGHT SUN #55 SPOILERS BELOW! and me questioning my existence

We all know how bubbly and crazy our beloved mami is, but when you look at her from this point of view in the episode deep down she's a wreck after losing the comrades she's grown to be fond of ever since she joined in the Survey Corps. Hearing her say she talks to herself about these things hurts me because many really thought she was just an abnormal person but she's really just broken

Appreciation for my bud, Moblit. You can see Hanji's world stops in slow motion after the explosion and him pushing her down the well just for her to live. In my opinion he could've grabbed her and went down the well together, but instead the last thing he thought was her and not himself. Moblit was really faithful to her, what's fcked up and emotional here was that he was the last thing she ever saw before she lost an eye. You could've imagine her reaction if they show his death in a gory way.

Thank you, Moblit. For everything..

As for the Captain he looked so desperate to chase after Zeke. Seeing as the promise he made to Erwin now we all see how much he values it. Even though he was weak, he pushed forward, he was betting it all just so he can fulfill what he had sworn to Erwin.

I know some people hate on Mikasa's aggressive behavior and protectiveness, but do you see her? She's scared, she lives in hell. Don't we all become selfish when we value something that made us feel like we're in heaven?

When he told Eren to set his feelings aside for Armin, Eren hit the nerve. He's right though, why did Levi hesitate to give the syringe when Erwin wasn't there? Because he had feelings for him (not saying romantic okay but sure for others) he wanted to wait for Erwin, he knew he would save humanity. But deep down he saw potential in Armin. He just didn't want to lose the person who gave him light.

Hearing his breath hitch when he remembered his last words and Kenny's, he felt his heartbreak because once, they were right. He had to let Erwin go, he deserved to rest. When Floch said Erwin had to suffer more and become the devil, Levi was hurt. Because he was nothing like that, he wanted to save humanity, he wanted to reach the dreams his father couldn't. What could be bad about that?

And as the commander once said,

"When I'm gone, someone else will replace me."

But we all know no one can replace our one and only commander. Thank you, Erwin...May you be united with your father.

You can never tell whether his eyes were teary or detailed, for me I just really see him teary. He couldn't accept that what he said ( "give up your dreams and die." ) had came true. He might be wishing he could take it all back, maybe things would've turn out the other way around? Never say Levi is an emotionless bastard, because you all have enough proof how emotional he is. He couldn't even afford to accept another death from a dear friend/family.

They all deserved better than that crooked world they're in.

It's sad to see Bertholdt smile with a small tinge of hope when he saw his comrades. Like Reiner at that moment he didn't see himself as a worrier, but a soldier— part of the survey corpse, a comrade. But he wasn't. He never asked to live this way, he never wanted any of the crap piled up on him. He just wanted to go home.

He never even got the chance to tell Annie how he felt...

Finally this, Levi really does admire Erwin. To the point he didn't want people to look down on him, especially after what he had done over the years he's been part of the scouts. He wanted Floch to change his perspective on him, because he didn't want him to view him as a demon, but as Commander. A human.

Seeing him and Hanji remaining, both of them are going to have a hard time accepting one another if they lose eachother (srsly don't kill them..) they have to take care of themselves together...they can't afford it. Really they can't.

And yeah I'm not writing in Caps, I'm really emotional at the moment and this broke me. I don't even have any words to explain how my heart broke and how I cried like a sissy. My heart is really heavy, this would be the last time I'll see Erwin, Bertholdt, Moblit, etc in action. Attack on Titan really is a cruel, depressing anime (I know there's a lot) if they were real right now, I hope they're at peace. Neither one of them wants to die so fast, and neither one wanted to live the nightmare.

"Armin is the one humanity needs." — Eren

That line hit me, combining the fact that Armin is the narrator and all and he did say in episode one, 2000 years from now....either everyone's dead and he's the last one remaining..I hope not.

My boi lost half of his teeth with just a damn punch Jesus it's either that's how monstrous Levi is or that's just how much we all know Eren brushes his teeth.

h-how cute.... She looks so chubby.