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seniichi · 7 years ago

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Lovely Boy (V)

Prompt: Now that his subject is home, all that’s left is to clean house of the last available toy, and present Green with his prize. He knows Green will love it. For @murdeirin who inspired the series with that amazing drawing and @askgarymfoak bc you like it too.

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To take care of the house was a big responsibility. Green trusted Gold to not let anyone in, to make sure that his greatest secret, his most hidden, base desires remained in the depths of mystery. Hiding his real home from the persistent noses of the press and the rest of the league only made Gold tired and grouchy, enough so that he was seriously contemplating a rather extreme method of extermination for the reporters who had made his life annoyingly inconvenient.

But no. Gold is a good boy. Green’s good boy. So he doesn’t stir up trouble that Green can’t smooth over. He smiles and he nods and he pretends he doesn’t want to rip their damn throats out.

(oh, how he missed popping spines out of alignment)

He’s saving his recruiter for last. He wants his prey’s Pokemon brainwashed fully, his gift to Green complete before he even thinks of touching him. So instead he’s warding off curious strays, breeding Houndoom to patrol and protect the shady woodland area Green’s home resided in, training them up so no normal news floozy could dare pierce the protective veil of the much sought-after Gym Leader.

(the travel time from near Mt. Silver to Viridian would be less convenient if Green didn’t already have a few Abra)

Green is home early today, his beloved mentor already in a towering temper, and Gold decides that even if his beloved Natu wasn’t done yet, Green needed the stress relief. He sweeps in to kiss slowly, hands buried in rich chocolate strands to draw Green out of his righteous fury.

Green responds with enthusiasm, pulling him close and caressing his body with open affection.

I’m sorry my pretty little good boy, Green whispers, breath hot against his ear. It’s been too long. Gold smiles up at him, kisses his mouth gently again and leads him upstairs.

It’s okay. I’ve got a present for you, Gold says, and he gets the lovely pleasure of seeing Green’s eyes go delightfully hungry. He leads him up the stairs into his recruiter’s room, and Green gives him a curious little look, watching as Archer weakly struggles against the wall where he lays pinned.

Not much of a present if I’m the one who got it, Green jokes playfully, though he knows how much Gold hates giving up prey. Gold pouts at him, before planting a light kiss to Green’s mouth.

Now what kind of lazy present giver do you take me for? Gold is pouting, and Green can’t help but chuckle at how indignant his cute little love seems. Green apologizes with the softest touch of his fingers down his spine, and the boy gives a happy little sigh at the feeling of Green’s hand over his body.

(the hidden strength that he kept on such a touch leash every time he chose to touch Gold)

He leads Green to a seat, kisses him again just because he can, and then pulls Archer front and center before his beloved mentor.

(he couldn’t call Green his lover even inside his own head. it made him blush too much.)

Instead, he focuses on Archer, forcing the man into a prone position before Green. His beloved Mentor’s curiosity will be sated of course, but until then, Gold will give him the best show he could imagine.

Green’s head tilts to a side when he sees Gold pull out his specially gifted knife set, gives a curious hum at him for it. Gold smiles at him, winks playfully in a way that makes Green laugh, relaxing from the tense, almost paranoid state he’d originally been in.

Oh? Do I get a show, lovely boy? Green asks him fondly, and Gold grins.

Of a kind. He takes the time to sharpen his knives, can feel the unger that pervades Green’s entire demeanor as he watches Gold prepare. Archer remains pinned in place - Gold had taught Archer how futile it was to flee quite quickly - the man was too sharp to stay unless proven otherwise.

He’s not planning on it being a long torture, slow and drawn out. Those aroused Green yes, but what he had planned was simple in it’s elegance. He yanks Archer up, so that Green can see the expanse of his flesh, untouched by any knife. He debates for a second, before deciding why not.

(senseless carnage is beautiful no matter the name.)

The first time his knife goes through Archer’s body, it’s somewhere nonfatal. The resulting spray however sprinkles over Green’s clothes, a few light droplets landing on perfectly sculpted features. Green looks surprised at the savagery of it - it’s rare for Gold to be anything less than refined.

But tonight is not about refinement. Tonight was about vengeance. With no Giovanni to harm, he metes out the personal revenge he wished he could give that monster into physical art. Green is enraptured, unblinking gaze settled upon the bloody flesh as the knife plunges in, stab after stab spraying blood all over him.

(the way Green licks his lips is utter sin, sweeping droplets of blood into his talented mouth)

He finishes it off with his trademark, scoring over the taut flesh of his throat in a glorious shower of arterial spray as his carotid is at last exposed, nearly ending the torment of which Gold had put Archer through. He’s not done of course. The knife is set aside, and he lifts Archer’s body up, one hand grasping at the still weakly moving man’s face. He laughs, crazed and delighted, as he smashes Archer’s head into the floor. He does it once, twice, three times, and keeps going until he loses count, until the man’s skull is splintered under his fingers and his face all but unrecognizable.

Only then does he lean back, fingers bloody and hands aching, but utterly satisfied. He hears the faintest little moan come from his beloved mentor, and Gold only manages to see the crazed, feral desire in his beautiful gaze before he’s dragged into a kiss that is almost unspeakably rough, all teeth and tongue and dominance to Green’s core. Green’s fingers dig into his hip,his other free hand tearing viciously at his unexposed body, forcefully ripping the clothing off of him as his beloved insists on displaying what, exactly, Gold had done to his libido.

His mentor is hot and needy against his thigh, but Gold isn’t interested in giving in quite yet. Gold is strong enough to battle with Green, though he’s not quite enough to overpower him. Even so, he fights. It’s a test of wills and willpower before Gold can spread Green’s arms wide, run his tongue over the bloody flesh. Green freezes at that, and goes pliant with pleasure when Gold’s lips worship his every inch, sucking the blood off of him.

(in return Green licks the hand he’d used to smash Archer’s head in clean, which feels so good)

He undresses Green with all the skill his practice has given him, tongue sliding over every crevice and fold of his flesh, tasting the slightly spicy flavor of Green and the coppery tang of his victim. He moans against the skin, and Gold feels Green quiver under his fingertips.

(it’s so hot when he can leash the man down. it’s like capturing a god.)

The wildness of his gaze seems even stronger now, and Gold shivers at it.

Come here my lovely boy. Green whispers the words, and he is helpless to do anything but obey. How lucky I am to have you, his words envelop Gold in warmth, fingers sliding off what’s left of his clothing, their bodies bare against one another, though the blood from his victim is close enough to touch them. Such a good boy. My lovely boy. All mine. His words are a mantra, a strong hand grasping between them to stroke both of their cocks in tandem, pressing Gold against the floor, kissing him until he cannot breathe.

Green pulls back only to allow him a brief respite, before Green does it again, this time until his head is spinning and dizzy from the lack of oxygen. It only takes a few cycles of this for him to come against Green’s talented, wonderful hand, and Green follows him shortly afterwards, though he has much more planned.

Green’s hands are messy with cum and blood, and Gold makes to clean them off. A single sticky red finger presses against his mouth to stop him. He’s glorious, kneeling between his thighs to wrap messy hands around Gold’s throat, thumb circling his Adam’s apple. He is smiling softly at Gold’s sharp intake of breath.

You didn’t think I would miss this little kink of yours? Green chuckles, straddling Gold’s hips and placing his young love’s hands on his hips. Now now, that doesn’t sound like me, does it? Green is chuckling richly, stroking his throat until it’s a mess of white and red against his skin. Three taps if you want me to stop, lovely boy. he murmurs the words sultrily against yielding lips.

(his greatest fantasy was coming true he could barely believe it he was going to die of happiness)

Green’s grasp is light, but the pressure increased slowly and steadily as Green’s hands pressed in all of the right places to rob the very breath from his lungs. He’s dizzy again, euphoria ringing in his veins and the very world fuzzing at the edges in soft pastels and splashes of blood. His heartbeat is very loud against the muted noise of the outside world, only his Green in focus.

The rush of oxygen nearly makes him pass out, but he gulps in deep lungfuls, feeling the weight of Green’s darkly pleased smile.

(there is no need for a bed, not with the way Green so delectably took care of him.)

In the morning, Gold watches the news with Green, uncaring of his naked state - though Green certainly doesn’t let him move from his lap. The report of Archer, found so brutally mauled and pinned against a wall like a sacrificial lamb is more than enough reason for Gold to spoil Green with an enthusiastic thank you.

#Inspirationalshipping #Imperialshipping #Green Oak #Rival Green Oak #Trainer Gold #murdeirin #AskGaryMFOak #GORE TW #BLOOD TW #MURDER TW #CANNIBALISM TW #[this took a few days to write out but omg i'm actually kinda pleased with it]#[now i can finally sleep damn plotbunnies]

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reallyjoanna-blog · 5 years ago

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Waiting on God

Few months ago, I had this conversation with my spiritual mentors. She subtly told me that I seem to anticipate being in a relationship to much. She emphasized that I need to wait on God and not on a person. Honestly, at that time part of me resented. Yes, I think this is my fallow ground that need plowing. My thoughts went like, 'What? Me? Not waiting on the Lord but waiting on a person? NBSB for 29 years? I even have Isaiah 40:31 as my life verse. I did this, that...but the Lord has constantly been pursuing me and teaching me (Thoughts that I have mentioned were products of pride and foolishness. Father forgive me, I do not know what I was saying. Those thoughts were gross. I loathe myself for such thoughts now). Then I prayed, "Lord, I know I can deceive myself. I can deceive others. The heart is deceitful as Your Word have said. I do not know what she sees. But You see my heart and You use people to provide counsel based on Your Word. You give them wisdom. Lord, teach me what truly waiting on You means. Lord, prune me, break me, at all costs so that I'd truly know and live out what it means to wait on You. To be satisfied on You. Help me to truly wait on You (and not wait on You to get what I want). I did not get an immediate answer. But this ECQ, I think I can grasp a bit of its meaning WAITING ON THE LORD WAITING ON THE LORD-->MOSES Having read through Genesis to Numbers (Deuteronomy for his farewell speech, he has been known for his meekness. But now to me, he is one person who waited on the Lord, not on a person,place or a thing. 1. HIS 'UNSETTLING' Born on a foreign land, from a levite family, he was hid by his parents, then he was found by the Pharoah's daughter afloat in the Nile inside a basket. It would have been nice to grow up in a palace, to be able to contend for the throne, but he still had compassion for his fellow Israelite that he murdered the Egyptian hurting him. So he had to escape to Midian. In Midian he got married, he had a kid, he may have already lived a 'quiet and peaceful' life. His wife's family seem to believe in the same God as well. But, but, one day, God appeared to him through a burning bush. I remember the same mentor I mentioned telling me, that God uses people, places and things as His provision, but never, never put confidence in such people, places or things, don't settle your hopes in such but on the Lord alone. Because such might turn to cursing (from blessing) if our trust is misplaced. Even in the begining of his ministry, Moses has already experienced a lot of 'plot twists'. Egypt, to Midian, to Egypt again then to 40 years in the wilderness. What a way to learn waiting on God. He 'unsettles' us to find our hearts settled in Him beyond all circumstances. 2. HIS LONG LONG JOURNEY I tend to be tense, I freeze sometimes when a person raises his/her voice in front me. As I read through Exodus, Moses had to face an angry Pharoah more than 10 times. He knew he did not have a talent in speaking, his fellow Israelites do not trust him. As a matter of fact even his brother and sister quarreled with him. The Kohathithes questioned his authority. As I teacher, 50 students talking at the same time make me want to go insane. I remember the quote, "When only God is at your side, you have the majority." Moses literally tasted the truth in that quote. The Lord delivered them out to Egypt through the 10 plagues, from the Red Sea making a highway in the midst of it, provided manna and quail, pillar of cloud by day, pillar of fire by night symbolizing or representing His llteral presence. Yet the Israelites grumbled. They grumbled even right after every provision. (So, do not think that Filipinos are the most complaining people in the world, the Israelites complained even in front of God, they had the audacity to do so) Each time, Moses cried to the Lord. He ran to the Lord. In that long journey, the Lord made Himself known especially to Moses. He learned that He is the Great I AM, he built and altar and called it, The LORD is my Banner (Exodus 3:15). In Exodus 33:15-16 Moses said, 'if Your Presence does not go with us, do not send us up from here. How will anyone know that You are pleased with me and with your people unless You go with us? What else will distinguish me and your people from all other people on the face of the earth.?" In the very long journey of Moses, he has known and proven that no place can be safer than in the will of God. We fear for our lives today because we are constantly informed of the death till caused by CoVid so we are confined in our homes to be safe. But Moses and the Israelites were literally in the open. Some of enemies and dangers they are made aware of. But during nights, and as they walked, there could be snakes or wild beasts along the way, but as they sought the Lord, like He said, He has carried them on eagles' wings. They can go to the Promised Land, but without the Lord's Presence, it's a journey not worth taking. 3. HIS ENDING I like watching basketball (the San Antonio Spurs), and MMA (One Championship, I sort of follow Team Lakay). So I watch replays if my teams win. It's a waste of time to watch if they don't so I check the internet for the results first. To prevent myself from being bullied and to not waste time. With Moses case, I remember our pastor used to ask us, that if we can ask God a question when we face Him, what will it be? I'd like to ask Him about Moses. Why was he not allowed to go to the Promised Land? After all the things he had to put up with. He endured the Israelites' grumbling, their rebellion. As a teacher, hearing 50 students talk all at once make me want to go insane. Imagine Moses' tormenting experience. Why can't he just go with Joshua and Caleb? If I was in his place, the moment I'd find out that I will not be able to go to the Promised Land, I'd already, drag my feet, would have felt the fatigue I never felt in the whole journey. All the grumblings would have weighed down on me. Then I might as well ask the Lord to take me. Since, my lifelong mission will not be fulfilled. Why must I still put up with these people? I might as well rest. That's me. But NOT MOSES. He was even got mad on the tribes that do not want to cross the Jordan River and go to Canaan since he himself was not allowed to go. He even wrote Deuteronomy. He did his best to lead the Israelites as long as the Lord allowed him to. At the end of his life, through divine inspiration he wrote Deuteronomy which pretty much sums up his heart's desire and devotion. Like a 'last will and testament. The Lord allowed Moses to see the Promised Land, first, before he died at Mount Nebo, second, alas, while he saw the very fulfillment of the law, the Living Word, the Ultimate sacrifice the Lord Jesus Christ. Moses knew the Law, he in his very eyes saw the how the sacrificial system worked, the holiness of the Lord, but there with his very eyes, he even saw the long-promised Messiah, the Lamb whose blood could completely cleanse every stain of sin. Moses' hope, his joy is in the Lord. So, do I know about waiting on God as Moses did? Certainly NOT. But it's a lifelong journey. It is journey worth taking, since it is what we are wired for, to wait on the Lord, to be satisfied in the Lord.

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