#it’s the hand he used to commit every sin he’s guilty of. it’s the hand he extended into the unknown to help a stranger

[potato-lord-but-not]

yeahhh I realized that after drawing that lmao, still keeping my left handed Oscar headcanon tho. I mean. the implications. the symbolism.

Arthur being a menace and also my fav side characters evveerrrrr Noel hiiii

[peachpitfics]

Cruel Summer

Fandom: Bridgerton

Summary: Following your romp with Benedict Bridgerton in his art studio, he asked your brother for your hand! Now you're on your honeymoon, and you're getting a little bored, posing for him. A lady must find ways to amuse herself!

Length: 2.1k

Pairing: Benedict Bridgerton x fem!reader

Content Warnings: Oral sex (male receiving), Penetrative vaginal sex, unprotected sex, light bondage, food play.

a/n: This is an anonymous request for a continuation of 'Guilty as Sin'.

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Benedict Bridgerton escorting you to view his artwork, at his private studio, was just the beginning of your story. After sneaking around behind your family’s backs for a small while, Benedict gathered enough courage to ask your eldest brother’s permission for your hand. This seemed strange to the y/l/n family, not one of them had ever seen the two of you together, which showed how much attention was paid to the middle child. Benedict made sure to ask you in the Bridgerton drawing room, just before family tea, for everyone to see. He made such a big to-do, confessing his love to you, before every member of the Bridgerton family in attendance. It felt particularly safe there, amongst people who took interest in who you were as a person.

It was bittersweet to have siblings who offered their time, their attentions, and their hobbies freely. You learned so many new things from each of them, from pall-mall, to sewing, even horse riding.  In six months, you were married and moved into the Bridgerton house for the meantime, until after your honeymoon. You would never outright tell Benedict you did not want to move out, but he felt it, he knew.

“My love” Benedict whispered, shaking your shoulders gently. Honeymooning in Paris was something the two of you had instantly agreed upon. So far, two weeks of sleeping late, making love, and eating copious amounts of divine food was your only concern. Of course, there were a lot of other lovely things Benedict had planned for your honeymoon – river boat rides and romantic dinners, every moment between locations filled with fine bread, wine, and cheese.

“Yes, my love?” You grumbled, rolling away from him, clearly having not had enough sleep.

“You must wake up, it is midafternoon!” Benedict exclaimed with a chesty laugh, rolling you back into him and tickling your sides. You howled with laughter, pushing him away playfully, leaning up to distract him as only you knew how. His lips were warm and wet against your own, seductive, and luscious.

“You must come downstairs! The housekeeper has left us a feast and I wish to paint my gorgeous wife” Benedict slid his hands around your naked body, lifting you out of bed as you groaned.

“Again?!” “My darling, I’ll be painting you until death takes me” Benedict chuffed, sliding sideways between doorways and down the stairs to the sitting room.

“What if death takes me first?” You smirked back, figuring you had him cornered here.

“I have made God promise I am to go first. And even so, I’ll have every detail committed to memory and these paintings and sketches of you now to keep me company” Benedict squeezed you in his arms, he didn’t like to joke about parting ways, in any sense. It was his truest nightmare, his deepest fear.

Benedict set you down in the sitting room and gestured to what he and the house keeping staff had readied. Paint, canvas, a staging area - littered around the room were bowls of fresh fruit, bottles of wine, candles surrounded by plates of cheese, oil, and bread. You relaxed back against his chest, his arms wrapping around you, cupping your breasts sweetly. You giggle a little, planting a soft kiss on his cheek. He nodded to your position for the rest of the day, a chair with the back faced to a very high window, casting a streak of sunlight down upon the spot.

There you sat, for hardly an hour before your mind began to wander, circling Benedict in your mind like a shark in open water. You had learned to become comfortable being nude for long periods of time these days, however Benedict had learned nothing of your persuasion or power when your attentions were dashed. Your movements started slowly, daintily taking your hands to your knees, and spreading your legs wide upon the chair. Resting a little, relaxing your back and cupping your own breasts. Your fingers gently grazing your nipples. But nothing, no attention from your husband. He sat close to his canvas, squinting into the detail of his work, his realm of perception clearly inhibited. With a huff and a light moan, you continued to palm at your own breasts, fingers trapping your nipples in a pulling motion- you decided to pretend Benedict wasn’t here. Suddenly, taking notice, you watched as his brush left the canvas, his mouth hung open a little and he removed his glasses, almost tossing them to the floor.

“What are you doing, darling?” He mumbled, swallowing hard. Your hands ran down your mid-section, over your belly and down your thighs sensually, soft mewls slipped from between your lips. Benedict loved the sounds you made.

“I’m just amusing myself, continue on with your painting my dear” Your replying comment was nonchalant in the best way. Benedict almost looked offended that you would suggest he could go back to painting.

“How do you suppose I paint, while my wife ravages her own body before me?” He blinked at the audacity of you.

“Well, dear one, this is what you have chosen for this afternoon’s activities… Now, you must endure” You smiled, sliding your hand between your legs, dipping your finger in the wet warmth there. Benedict shuddered, wishing any part of him were exchanged with your finger.

If there was anything you had learned about Benedict in the last six or seven months, it was that his desire for you was consistent and all encompassing. Benedict watched on as your fingers circled your clitoris, you moaned and exhaled gently - his paint brush never did return to the canvas. Beads of sweat formed on his brow line, the hot, French summer finally taking its toll in the late afternoon. You reached to the small stool next to you, extracting the tiniest jar of honey. You looked into Benedict’s eyes, holding the jar above your body, dangling your head back and pouring a steady stream of honey over your chest. The sun glistened, reflecting little pools of light off your sticky, sweet skin.

Taking your finger, you swept up your belly from your navel, placing your finger on your tongue in clear view of him, and that was his very last straw. Benedict threw his paintbrush to the ground, thrusting himself up and out of his chair, to march across the room to you.

“What do you think you are doing, wife?” Benedict’s voice rasped, his eyes were so dark, the colour had all but gone.

“Playing, my love” You replied cheekily, sucking another nip of honey off your finger. He all but growled watching your finger slip between your lips, his breath quickening in sheer lust for you.

“Are you punishing me for getting you out of bed?” Benedict’s face was so close now, his nose tip to tip with yours. There was such tension in his jaw, his teeth clenched hard in his fierce need of you. You fluttered your lashes back at him, refusing to answer with your words.

“Do you have even a semblance of an understanding of what you are doing to me? This is unbelievably cruel,” He breathed heavily down on you, desperation flooding his body and adrenaline surging behind, “You can’t begin to imagine the things I want to do to you right now” His stubble gliding across your ear and cheek, making you shudder.

“Show me then,” You challenged, “You are my husband after all”.

Benedict’s hands slowly moved to his shirt, shedding it, and throwing it somewhere behind him. He acted with a sureness and a strength you hadn’t yet experienced, but it was drawing you in. Undoing his pants, Benedict took his hard member into his hands, stroking himself against your chest, lathering it in honey. His other hand wove into your hair, tangling the perfect hold, bringing you forward.

“Oh. Goodness. Seems I’ve made quite a mess of myself… Wife, help me clean it up” He smiled smugly down at you.

 Something feral, untamed, was unleashed inside you, your eyes darkening, “Certainly, my lord”. As your tongue reached out to meet his tip, his head lulled back in pleasure, his hand still wrapped around the base of him. Your lips parted slowly, encasing his first inch, and swirling your tongue around to suck the honey from him. Benedict exhaled headily, his breaths deep, but quick with the slightest grunt mixed in. The way he sounded, even now, made you wetter and wetter.

There was something maliciously keen in Benedict’s eyes as he watched from on high, your pretty mouth sucking all the honey off him and then some. His body gently rocked forward, his hand heaving your head forward, onto him in a more perverse manner. His head hung back in greedy caution, grasping to the very last straws of his gentlemanly nature as you sunk to the base of him, your tongue wriggling slyly underneath.

His fingers grew taut in your hair, reefing you backwards. His laugh was low, both impressed and challenged by your ministrations. In the next moment, Benedict had hauled you up and over his shoulder, he was charging up the stairs, mad with temerity.

Entering the bedroom, he threw you down on the bed, scrambling for any piece of material in reach, he began ripping. Four pieces of silk fabrics in his hands, he loomed over you in profound ownership. Your teeth sunk into your bottom lip, Benedict taking each wrist and ankle, tying them to each to their respective corner post of the bed.

“There” He stood, hands on his hips, proud of his work, “There’ll be no more of that”. Clearly touching yourself had had a dire effect on Benedict’s work ethic.

Kneeling between your thighs, his naked body unjustly out of reach, Benedict’s supercilious smile sick with goofy dominance. He thumbs over your folds, his finger descending, extorting whines of pleasure you never knew existed within you. Broad strokes of the most painful, unapologetically evil gratification. Benedict’s tongue flicked over his lips hungrily.

“I need you” The words escaped you violently, the thrill of his touch, his charming smile becoming all too much for you. He ignored you and continued another moment or two, reducing you to a begging mess beneath him.

“Shall I oblige you, my marvellous bride?” His grin was jubilant and all knowing, his hands came down on your wrists, pressing them into the bed. Benedict’s brutal, familiar kiss sown into your lips permanently, as he pushed inside of you with surprise.

“Y/n” He groaned, growled with unrepentant lust. Your eyes cast wide, the length of him stretching you mercilessly while he thrust in and out. His villainous face claiming your entire consciousness as he used your body to his pleasure, decadent facial expressions, and damnable sounds he was delivering straight to your right ear.

“You feel unimaginably perfect” Benedict groaned, your moans joining in alongside his.

Hands grasping for silk to hold onto, you longed for your own release, grinding your hips back against Benedict’s. His movements became more ferocious, keeping up with the sounds you were making. Frenetic energy began to move through your body, your ravenous thirst for him finally quenched. Every muscle in your body engaged in vivid contortion, Benedict pressing into you as deeply as he possibly could before his own body found its own powerful release.

Covered in sweat and honey, you laid tangled together for a moment before Benedict recalled your wrists and ankles were tied. He chuckled with giddiness, sitting up to admire his knots.

“You look fantastic like this, perhaps we should do this more often” He suggested sweetly. His thumb caressed the side of your face, your panting, tired body unable to give a response. Benedict littered your face and neck with loving pecks.

“We could be one person and I still would never be close enough to you. No amount of time with you will ever satisfy me. You are the centre of my world” Benedict whispered gently. Every day you were reminded of the intoxicants his poetic mind dabbled into every sweet thing he said to you.

In another instant, Benedict had sprung from the bed, running downstairs. You laughed, thinking he must be returning with some of the food the housekeeper had left strewn about his romantically planned afternoon. Instead, Benedict returned with a new canvas and his implements. Your mouth fell open all on its own, blinking furiously in his direction as he set himself up off the side of the bed.

“If you could just stay there, like that, that’d be great!” Benedict’s grin, excruciatingly exquisite, and concocting. He held himself with such pride in his agendum, cockiness seemed to fill the room in a potent manner.

“BENEDICT!?” You squealed, tugging frantically on his bindings, your laughter filled with rich resolve.

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[yourlocalsmutwriter]

Tell me something awful like you are a lover stuck in the body of a racing guy - Fernando Alonso x reader

Summary: phone sex drabble with Alonso I wrote on the train.

Pop music blares through your headphones from your guilty pleasure playlist as you're scrubbing a kitchen counter. The blonde singer's words about hating it here couldn't resonate with you more. Living with strangers was bareable. Them being students and not really sticking to a cleaning schedule was to be expected. You'd committed similar sins before. But texting your landlord to fix your water pressure while the state of the kitchen (and honestly, the whole flat) was abysmal wasn't the smartest. You hated confrontation,so it was on you to bring everything up to the guy's standards. One bit of the shared space took you an hour. You were tired. Unemployed. Done. Cold. Just as you were about to follow your astrology app's suggestion of a good cry, you get a WhatsApp notification from your boyfriend, asking you to call him.

"Hey, Fernando. Everything all right?"you say as his face pops on screen.

"Yeah, I just woke up. Figured I wanted to give you a tour of Sin City, but I think you'll have to wait a bit," he trails off.

"What, not feeling like an early bird, huh? Usually, I'd be the one bugging you to stay in bed with me and cuddle more. What's new, hmm?" you ask, curious as to why he's called you out of the blue.

He just grunts and flips the camera. Your eyes take a second to process what you're seeing. And then you focus on the tent in his boxers. As if intent to kill you both on the spot, he adds, "You know, it's your fault. Had a dream about you, and apparently, even fake you has the same effect as the real thing."

You laugh, just a bit.

"Sorry, sorry, love. Just the thought of you getting a morning boner like some teenager is hilarious." Sensing that he's about to hang up and not wanting to deal with it, there's a plan forming. The good cry you were considering a few moments before was going to be turning into a good wank. "Wait. Let me help you. Please?"

Fernando pretends to consider it for a moment. You both know that phone sex is the key to not loosing one's mind during a triple header.

"Fine." He agrees. "But you gotta put on a real show on for me, beautiful. Wanna see you ride your toy like it's me.".

"It is you,". Nando's reaction to your previous dildo was to replace it as soon as possible. You were flabbergasted that he would go through with cloning his willy, as the kit said, just to stake a stupid claim on you. All your annoyance evaporated the first time you used the new toy and came so hard you questioned every other solo orgasm before. You tell your boyfriend you'd be right back as you swiftly disappear to wash the dildo. Thankfully, no one's around to see you. You prop your phone on the edge of the bed, following Nando's example. His hand is already slowly palming his cock. You're about to spread the lube on your hands, when you realize you're still fully clothed.

"Teasing or quickie?" You ask him.

"You know the quote, honey. As much as I wanna watch you touch yourself and suck it first, on a time crunch here. So, clothes off and giddy up, cowgirl." He says.

You spread the lube on the dildo, matching Fernando's pace. God, the visuals of his cock, ready for you but out of reach was driving you crazy.

"You know what to do, baby. Rub your clit like I would touch you. Don't be cutting corners just because I'm not there to guide you on it properly." He adds.

You loved his more commanding side. Before you two had sex for the first time, he wondered why you'd pick someone his age to date. It became glaring obvious during fucking you, the way you melted against his words, how you begged him to be faster, harder, rougher, to not hold back on you. You depended on him to give you just what other partners often missed to do.

You realized that you were spacing out and returned to the task at hand. Circling your clit, once, twice and thrice and already you're wet and ready. You straddle the toy, making sure Fernando gets a premium view of how the plastic cock sinks inside of you slowly.

He groans and tightens his fist, squeezing it against the base.

"Faster, honey. Show me that I taught you how to take it. Ride it for me." He commands, needing to see you fall apart and soon.

You bite your lip and find your rhythm. Usually, when you used the dildo, it was in missionary. This position was making everything so much more intense for you it was as if you were doing it with the real thing. Speeding up, you could feel the toy going deeper, making you clench against it. You let you a quiet moan of Fernando's name, a plea, and a futile action.

"You look so good like this, my love. God, when I come back, I want to taste you as you play with this. Would you like this? To feel my tongue on your clit as you're fucking yourself on my dick, huh? Sound good, no?". Nando's fantasy reminds you of how his hands will be on you soon, how you'll fall apart on his lips, how he'll make sure to have you coming in exotic destinations, away from everything you hate here. This fuels a fire in you and you're thrusting your hips, the toy slick with your wetness.

Your boyfriend's pumping matches your speed, and you can see how he's rubbing down drops of precum down his shaft.

"Tell me when you're about to cum for me, beautiful. Let's do it together." Less than a minute later you're a moaning mess, pussy clenching against the plastic replica of your lover's cock and saying that you're about to finish. Fernando encourages you to go over the edge, to finish you both off like a good girl. And that's exactly what you do. You wish you could take the shot where he angles his cock and cums all over his stomach and have it burned behind your retinas forever. You're both panting and spent and taking a few minutes before starting your actual post-orgasm rituals and clean up.

"I'll call you again in half an hour, okay? Let me know what you wanna see of Vegas, and I'll have my driver pass it. Think I have the time to even walk into some landmarks and get you whatever souvenirs what you want. Plan and let me know. I love you, sweetheart." He says. Underneath the tough exterior and the sometimes arrogant facade was a gentle, wonderful boyfriend. Maybe you didn't really hate it here. And just maybe he was a lover, stuck in the body of a racing guy.

[honeybeedrabble]

Casanova (Cheating!Sasuke x AFAB!Reader pt. ii)

CW: Sasuke being a horrible husband/father/baby daddy (like actually he’s horrendous 😭). Throwing up (it’s a little gross, sorry), hand job, lip biting, dry humping, unprotected piv (please don’t be stupid), creampie (PLEASE DONT BE STUPID), breeder!sasuke, shoulder biting, degradation and slight praise, spitting, breast play, lmk what i missed !! (SPOILER WARNING!!!: pregnancy sex)

18+ MDNI

Sasuke went home that night a wreck. His feelings were entirely conflicted. Did he do the right thing? No- of course he did?! You were in need of help and only he could deliver. If anyone else were in his position they would’ve done the same thing. For crying out loud- you practically straddled him and barely left room for denial. Then again… Sasuke didn’t deny you the opportunity… But you were begging for it- needing it-

“Sasuke… is everything alright?” The sweet voice of his wife brought him out of his daze. He cleared his throat before taking a sip of water.

“Y-Yeah… long day…” He said softly, setting the glass back down on the table before picking up his fork and digging into the home cooked meal. The home cooked meal his wife made him. His wife Sakura.

“Do you want to talk about it-“

“No!” He raise his voice nervously. Sarada looked up from her own meal with wide eyes. She glanced from between her mother and her father, a brow raised in confusion.

“Um… Dad?” She asked.

“Y-Yes?”

“Is everything okay?” His daughter asked. He looked at her with a broken heart, the product of he and his wife’s love encapsulated in a single child, practically berating him for what he had done to their family. She knows… she has to…

“I um… Yeah… I’m fine. I’m sorry it’s just one of those days, you know? I think I’m just tired.” Sasuke shook his head, then abruptly stood up from the table.

“Going to bed already?” Sakura asked, getting out of her chair to collect his plate and bring it to the sink.

“Yeah, I think so. I’ve had a long day and tomorrow I write my mission report. Dinner was great, Sakura. Goodnight you two.” He said, walking over to the bedroom he and Sakura shared.

Upon returning home he promptly took a shower, scrubbing his whole body of the adultery he committed off, trying to erase the sin from his skin. To no avail- he still felt awful. He felt even worse staring at the bed he would share with his wife, how they slept next to eachother every night they were both home.

Sasuke wanted nothing more than to sleep on the couch- he would even sleep outside after doing what he did. But he knew it would raise suspicions, so he did what he usually would do and got into his pajamas, slipping into the soft bedding and closing his eyes to sleep.

Sasuke woke up to soft hands under his shirt, he recognized them.

“What are you doing?” he grumbled sleepily.

“Sorry, sometimes I do this to our pillows when you’re not home. Bad habit, I forgot you came back tonight.” Sakura smiled, nestling her neck into the crook of his neck.

“Don’t be sorry, we’re married.” Sasuke almost laughed.

“You’re right,” Sakura giggled, her hands trailing down his abdomen slowly. Sasuke inhaled deeply, feeling her hands break past his waistband and land at his crotch.

“What are you up to?”

“Well you said it yourself we’re married. It’s got me thinking about how intimate we used to be. How intimate we should be again.” Sakura said, her hand wrapping around his shaft. Sasukes breath hitched, his hand coming up to caress the arm Sakura had draped around him.

Sakura gently gripped Sasukes shaft, moving up and down his member, a finger tracing along the head of his cock. She bit her lip, her finger pressing into his tip to try to gather any precum he had. Sasuke felt his face grow hot, still guilty about the affair from earlier that day.

“Um… is everything okay?” Sakura asked, her hand stilling around his dick.

“Huh? What do you mean?”

“I mean… you’re still… y’know….”

“Still…?”

“Soft.”

Sasukes heart sunk. He didn’t even realize it until now. He shifted under the blankets, backing up into Sakura further.

“Here, try now.”

“Okay,” Sakura hummed, gently kissing his neck. The kisses helped, precum starting to flow out from his cock and he was about half mast a few minutes into the handjob.

But Sasuke couldn’t help it, even though he was comfortable in bed, had his wife next to him and everything he would need to get off, he couldn’t. Not when all he was thinking about was how you mounted and rode him for what felt like hours that afternoon.

“Enjoying yourself?” Sakura purred, licking a stripe up his neck.

“Yeah…” Sasuke lied. After a few more pumps he couldn’t take it anymore and with the hand he had on her arm, he gently pushed Sakuras hand off of him.

“Sasuke…?”

“It’s fine, really. I’m just tired. Let’s save this for tomorrow, please?” He asked, still not turning around to face her.

“Oh, yeah sure. I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to keep you up.” Sakura said softly.

“It’s fine. Goodnight.”

“Goodnight…”

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Sasuke woke up early that morning, he needed to get out of the house desperately. The only way he could get his mind off of you was with work. But said work was writing the mission report on the genjutsu user from just outside the village. The same genjutsu user who held you prisoner to your own urges, eventually holding Sasuke a prisoner of his own as well.

He put his pen down, unable to shake you from his brain. He left the office and took of to your house, not caring how early it was to wake you- he just needed to see you that desperately.

When Sasuke knocked at your door you opened it wiping your eyes. Your skin seemed paler than usual, your body fatigued. He felt bad, assuming he had done a number on you.

“May I come in?” Sasuke asked, looking around nervously.

“What are you? Some kind of vampire?” You asked with folded arms. “Yes you can come inside.” You shut the door behind him as he walked inside.

“Sorry to come by unannounced like this, especially this early…” Sasuke apologized. You shrugged.

“It’s fine, besides… I’ve been up for a few hours already…” You murmured softly, shifting nervously.

“Oh, well I guess it’s good timing then.”

“Maybe for you…” you said.

“Listen I need to talk to you.”

“Yeah, well so do I.” You seemed distant, slightly uncomfortable around Sasuke. He picked up on it quite quickly.

“It’s a good thing we’re on the same page then. About the mission report-“

“I’m pregnant.”

Sasuke paused. He felt adrenaline pumping through him, tensing up every muscle in his body. He could hear your words echo through his mind, over and over again. He couldn’t move.

“I…I’m sorry?” He asked, face as white a ghost, his eyes desperately searching yours to see if you were lying.

“I’m pregnant.” You said again, voice shaking.

Sasuke felt his legs give out, he fell to the ground, his ass hitting your wooden floor heavily as his stomach churned. He dry heaved, already sweating bullets. He ran to your bathroom and vomited profusely into the ceramic pot, his vision dizzy.

“That’s how I found out.” You said, leaning in the doorway. Sasuke flushed, turning on your sink and washed his mouth out, splashing his face with the cold water.

“But you haven’t taken a test yet?”

“No, but it seems pretty obvious to me that I am.”

“How can you be so sure?” He asked defensively, anxiety making him shudder.

“Don’t make such a big deal out of it. I can just go and get the procedure to get rid of it.”

“Get rid of it? Of an Uchiha baby?” Sasuke asked, heart racing.

“Calm down. If you wanted another Uchiha baby maybe you should’ve asked your wife to give you another one.” You snapped, walking away from him.

“You don’t get it, my clan is dead. It needs to be restored!”

“Sasuke for the love of everything, why don’t you fuck off? If your wife finds out about this she’ll kill me. Like… actually kill me. I don’t even know what she’ll do to you.”

Sasuke took a deep breath then let it out, holding your wrist and bringing you to your couch so you could both sit down.

“What happened between us was for the worst. It shouldn’t have happened and we both know that. But what if we just say that the baby isn’t mine? There’s no guarantee they’ll unlock their sharingan.”

“Sounds great! As a matter of fact, I’m confident I can raise your child as a single parent while you run off to your own little family and forget the two of us exist!” You sarcastically exclaimed, eyes burning into sasukes.

“Well what do you want?” He asked, standing up abruptly, raising his voice.

“No Sasuke, what the fuck do you want?!” You yelled, matching his volume and standing up with him.

“I want to pick you up and fuck you right on your kitchen table.” He growled, towering over you. Your eyes widened, the fists you didn’t even know you were clenching suddenly became less tense as you two stared deeply into each others eyes.

You narrowed your eyes at him, then quickly wrapped your arms around his neck and dove in for a kiss. You both were winded on impact, but met each other half way and soon enough tongues were being reintroduced to each other. He tasted like black coffee, and for some reason it turned you on. Knowing that as soon as he woke up and had his morning coffee he was on his way to see you. It was so fucked up, but you couldn’t deny the way it made you feel.

“You’re such a piece of shit…” You murmured against his hungry lips. He let out a soft “mmm” in agreement, unable to break the spell he was in.

His arm grabbed under your knee and pulled it up onto his hip. You wrapped your leg around him and as soon as your sexes met there was an audible sigh shared between the both of you.

“On my kitchen table you say?” You whispered, lips softly pressing against his.

“I’ll fuck you on your porch if you’d let me,” Sasuke moaned, your cunt gently humping against the growing erection in his pants. His hand left your knee and instead attacked your ass cheek with a rough smack. You let out a playful yelp, smiling at him before biting his lower lip, then licking it softly. You let it go and watched as it snapped back.

“I don’t doubt that for a second, Casanova.” You went down to kiss his neck, running your tongue along his adams apple while your hands went down to undo his black cape.

It fell to the ground with a plop, Sasuke had no interjections. Next, you unbuttoned his shirt, sliding it off his shoulders and arm. You touched his warm skin, feeling how toned his chest was. You licked his clavicle and he gently sighed, patting your ass so you could wrap your legs around his hips, you quickly obeyed.

He lifted you up and moved you to your kitchen table, practically tearing your soft pajama tank top off and revealing your soft tits underneath. His mouth watered as his eyes locked onto your hardened nipple, he quickly moved to suck one into his mouth, rolling his tongue around it.

You let out a moan that sounded like it had been ripped from your throat, your hands tangling in his jet black locks. He stuck his hand down your pajama shorts and yanked them off along with your panties. You kicked them off when they had reached your ankles and thrusted your hips up against the hard member that was just behind his pants.

You mewled, begging him to release himself from his pants, your leg wrapping around him again and licked along his jaw.

“Fuck… you want it bad, don’t you?” He asked low in your ear. You nodded, biting your lower lip and looking up at him through your lashes. He sighed then roughly grabbed your jaw in his one hand, squeezing your cheeks until your mouth became a small pout.

“Say it. Say you want me to fuck you.” He ordered, slowly unbuttoning his pants as he held eye contact with your pathetic face.

“I want you to fuck me Sasuke! Please fuck me! I need you so bad, needed you ever since I got to have you yesterday.” You pleaded. He smirked, letting his pants and boxers fall to his ankles before stepping out of them. He retracted his hand from your face and began to stroke at his cock.

“Good girl.” He praised, ramming his cock into you roughly, bottoming out before you could warm up to his size.

You let out a loud moan, legs wrapping around him tightly, the heel of your foot digging into his ass cheek, pushing his hips further into you. You clenched down tightly on his shaft, almost choking on your own spit as you whimpered underneath him. Sasuke grunted, grinding into your walls as his public bone chafed against your clit. You cupped his cheeks and pulled him in for a deep kiss, desperate for more of him. He quickly kissed you back, his mouth opening and demanding your tongue inside his mouth again.

He retracted his cock before slamming it back inside of you, too impatient to let you adjust to his size. You didn’t care, the pleasure mixed the pain that came with burning stretch of his girthy member, parting you from the inside and brushing up against your g spot had you begging for more. The feeling of his cock jack hammering inside you had you moaning so loud and so often you couldn’t kiss him back, throwing your head back in ecstasy to moan freely in your kitchen.

Sasuke couldn’t let you tear away any kisses from him and as he pounded away inside of you, rearranging your wet cunt, he tried kissing you again- landing on the corner of your mouth before licking your cheek sloppily. You ran your nails up his back, leaving behind long, thin red line along his muscular back. He grunted loud and painfully, ducking his head down to harshly bite down on your shoulder. You whimpered, clenching down on him and holding his head at your neck.

“Fucking whore…” He grunted, kissing your clavicle.

“M-Me? Y-You’re the one w-who came to my house f-for sex…” you managed to get out. Sasuke slapped the side of your ass and you let out another yelp, clenching around him yet again and dripping down your thighs.

“Don’t talk back to me.” He snapped, grabbing your face harshly, squishing your cheeks again to keep you silent. You whimpered loudly as his pace became even more unapologetically rough, loud squelching filling the room along with a sigh from him with each snap of his hips.

A tear rolled down both your cheek and your leg, Sasukes manhandling become too much for you to bear.

“If you’re not pregnant already you will be by the time i’m done with you.” He huffed, his muscular chest heaving up and down with each heavy breath he took. Your eyes widened, pussy getting even wetter at his words. Sasuke smirked, eyes narrowing.

“You want that? You want me to fuck a baby into you? Ngh- as if I haven’t already…” Your eyes rolled back, nodding your head vigorously as your orgasm quickly approached.

“Say it then. Beg me to get you pregnant, beg me to let you carry my child.” He grabbed one of your bouncing tits and spat on your nipple, rolling it between his fingers.

“P-Please Sasuke… Please let me carry your child… please cum inside me again…” You cried, legs shaking around the man’s waist.

“So fucking wet…” Sasuke moaned, his pace becoming sloppier and more desperate. He kissed you roughly and soon enough your insides were twisting in the most euphoric way possible, your toes curling as your core tightened and legs shook violently against him.

“Mph- Saaa…Sas- Mmm- Sasuke…” You moaned between kisses, your wet pussy squirting on his chiseled abs, your tight walls clamping down on his girth and strangling him for his cum. He moaned against your own moaning lips, shooting his seed deep inside your silky walls, painting you white from the inside.

You two breathed against eachother, still heavy in climax, your mind racing as you cursed yourself for letting him cum inside you again. Maybe if you’re lucky you could still take the morning after pill??

Sasuke stood up, slowly pulling out of your soaked walls.

“haah… aaahhhh…” he lightly moaned, fully retracting as he watching his hot cum pour out of you, too tired to finger fuck it back inside you.

“W-We’re so fucked…” you sighed, legs still twitching. Sasuke let out a loud sigh, bending down to slip back into his pants, pulling them up.

“I know.” He ran his hand through his hair, looking at you as you lay helpless on the table. “Listen, we’ll think of something together, okay?”

“I really hate you,” you murmured, feeling his hand run up and down your thigh reassuringly.

“I know.”

AN: please under no circumstances think i am anti sakura or a sakura hate account 😭😭 this is just a fic and more importantly it is an AU. that is all, enjoy <3

Tag List: @just-your-sensei

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GUILTY AS SIN? - M. STURNIOLO

WARNINGS: RELIGIOUS METAPHORS, edging, male masturbation, sub!matt, use of, goddess/mistress, don’t like don't read xoxo

A/N:this is one of my favorite works, I'm fucking so happy that it's my 500 FOLLOWER fic, thank you so much everyone, I love you all.

"my bedsheets are ablaze, i screamed his name..."

Matt's skin prickled with anticipation as he approached the altar. The air was thick with the smell of incense and candle wax, and the flickering flames cast shadows on the walls. He laid down and closed his eyes, feeling the heat of her breath on his face as she asked him to say the prayers she usually says. As he began to pray, he felt a surge of energy coursing through his body, a heat that traveled all across his bed like a fire. But just as quickly, his hand was pulled away and the feeling was gone, replaced by a deep sense of longing and frustration. He knew he could never attain the ultimate release he craved, not while he worshipped his goddess. Agony ripped through his throat as he screamed out the name of his goddess with all his might, his voice pleading for mercy and release from the unrelenting punishment that he was enduring.

The searing pain in his throat was almost unbearable, but he kept on shouting, hoping that his cries would reach the divine ears of his beloved deity and she would take pity on him

."...building up like waves, crashing over my grave..."

Matt had been yearning for a release from his agony for what seemed like an eternity. His mistress had been subjecting him to unbearable suffering, and he had been pleading with her to let him let go. He had been praying fervently, hoping to be heard by his higher power. Every moment felt like a lifetime, and he whispered to himself that his pleas would eventually reach his deity, and he would be granted the relief he so desperately craved.

As he stood there, gazing up at his mistress, he suddenly heard her voice. It was like nothing he had ever heard before - beautiful, yet ominous at the same time. It was as if a pure, divine creature was singing to him. The sound flowed through him, filling him with a sense of relief that he had never experienced before. He felt his chest heave with emotion as he finally let go of all his held-back tears and agony, as he began to chant his gratitudes to the sky - to the goddess that he knew was watching over him from above. It was a moment of pure bliss, a moment that he would never forget.

"...Without ever touching his skin, how can I be Guilty as Sin?"

The sensation of her touch lingered like a ghost, but he could never quite feel it. He yearned for his goddess to appear and envelop him in her embrace, amplifying the euphoria he felt. He begged and pleaded for her to reveal herself, to let her hands glide over his skin and intensify his state of bliss. However, despite his fervent prayers, she remained elusive, leaving Matt with only the memory of her touch.

Matthew found himself in a state of inner turmoil, wondering if the situation he was in was a form of punishment for his past wrongdoings. His hands were clenched tightly around his bedsheets as he struggled to maintain his composure in front of the divine figure before him, who seemed to possess an all-seeing gaze. He couldn't help but wonder how he could be held accountable for sins he had not committed, and how he could be considered guilty without ever having laid a hand on his goddess' golden, sun-kissed skin.

THANK YOU FOR 500 FOLLOWERS

[nebbyy]

How would Baldwin act if reader was on her period cause I know in the medieval period they handled menstrual cycles differently?

King Baldwin x reader - period

A/N: Aww that is so sweet! Yes you're right, it was handled quite differently and if you look it up you'd be impressed of how badass women are to have been handling so much stuff for so long with no recognition until recent times!!

Little info as always, painting is "The Deceitfulness of Riches" by Eleanor Fortescue Brickdale.

Warning: mentions of blood and period-related pain, plus some historical negligence on women's health and that's it

Okay so, in the Middle Ages period was something every woman knew of, but no one ever really said anything about

Up until very late in the time period, women were considered dirty, impure creatures, guilty of committing the original sin and to relentlessly tempt men with their mere existence

Period had become during these centuries a symbol of women's impurity and less than human nature, so they were taught from a very early age to hide it as best as they could

But do I have to tell you that Baldwin could not believe less to it?

Similar things had been said to him and his leprosy, how it was a curse that had been sent upon him by God himself for his own vanity and greed, that he was an impure man just because of something he couldn't actually control

He wouldn't see the negative conceptions of period, he'd only see your pain and discomfort, and that would be enough to tear his soul in half

He'd come up to you, gently wrapping an arm around your lower waist, unknowingly bringing you a little comfort from his mere body heat, and he'd gently whisper in your ear

"My angel, I know you're fatigued right now. Go back to our chambers and tell me what you need, I'll provide for it all in a second"

You'd try to reject the offer and change subject out of modesty and embarrassment. There's no need for his help, really, you're used to this like any other woman, the last thing he needs to worry about is your own discomfort

He, of course, wouldn't listen and just escort you to your silky bed where he'd almost force you to lay onto

He would ask you if you're too cold, too hot, if you're hungry, what you'd like to eat then, if you're thirsty, if you need company and loving touches or if you'd rather be left alone

Anything you ask for, you'll get in no time

It would probably end up with him lying next to you, gently putting a warm hand on your pelvis while he held a book on the other one, reading out loud so that you could relax and distract from your pain and discomfort

And once you fall asleep and his servants would loudly announce that dinner is ready and waiting, he'd quickly put a finger to his lips, urging them to be quiet as the love of his life is resting

This would go on for as long as you need, whether it's as long as your period lasts or just the first days. Whatever, really

Because, yes, period was considered a punishment for the sins and impurity of all women, but with Baldwin that definition could never resonate, for you're the purest, most perfect creature living in his life, and he sees this monthly occurrence as a divine test to your soul and spirit, a test he'd gladly help you through anytime

[blueberrypancakesworld]

Frollo x male!reader - Your sinful body

warning : some non con, abuse of power, implied darker theme

Summary : He should not be attracted to him, should listen to the Lord and not to his desires. He knew that the judge would reject him, hellfire was destined for him and yet lust overruled piety.

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Every morning when the bells rang in the church in Paris, someone couldn't wait to step inside. When he stepped through the doors he recognized the footsteps, he recognized the looks, the smell of paper and wine, he recognized the fabric of the long dark robe running across the floor.

The older man almost three times his age was his holy he was his angel he was his holy figure. He was the man he prayed to, his thoughts wouldn't leave him at night and even though he knew it was wrong, he wouldn't let him go.

Walking down the stone stairs quietly so as not to be heard he hid behind one of the large pillars his own bright robe with the red embroidery one of many he was one of the many young church workers he helped before he could and did all he could. But his thoughts were impure on the outside he was the young image of an angel but his inside was polluted.

A fact he silently admitted every night in front of the cross, only to commit sin again shortly afterwards when his hand went under the blanket to his center and his thoughts were full of sin. He watched Frollo walk past the pews and straight towards the altar.

The light of the rising sun shone perfectly through the large stained glass window, the bright colors beaming down on the elder. ,,Beautiful," the younger one murmured and ventured a little further, wanting to see more of the man who wouldn't let him go. Unaware that the judge had long since discovered her.

Frollo knew that the young church boy was always looking at him and following him everywhere. It was annoying, like a stupid dog following you, but what could he do? He couldn't just kick the innocent boy out. ,,Come out," he suddenly heard the older man's voice and flinched.

The cold stone of the pillar could not quench the heat of his shame. Slowly, far too slowly, hoping that someone else would come into the church, he walked slowly to the elder.

Walked towards Frollo under the bright glow of God and felt all the more guilty. ,,Church boy...you seem to be following me, is there something you want?" Frollo asked harshly, he would have asked more gently if there had been anyone else around but there was not. There was no need to pretend, you just had to follow the rules. ,,I-I well... I wanted to confess," he admitted, knowing that he had to confess and get the sin out of his heart.

Knew that only he could help him even though his own sin was the problem. ,,Confess? A boy like you shouldn't have any sins," the older boy tried to pull himself out of it, his look showing annoyance and he cursed himself for going to church. He saw the younger one's nervousness and saw how he felt desperate, which at least gave him some satisfaction.

As he broke away from the younger man and walked past him, he suddenly felt the younger man holding him. ,,Wait, Judge, please!" said the younger man, who was clutching the sleeve of the robe and didn't want to lose it. Not to lose his angel, his only chance of purity.

Anger. There was anger in the older man's gaze as he turned to him, the eyes that had tried to reject him earlier showing anger that he had touched him. ,,Sin! Don't you know that he sees everything, he knows about your sins and will clean them for you," he hissed and tore himself away, leaving him behind and yet the older man sensed that it must be something deep-seated.

Ever since he had lost his Esmeralda, the witch who had fled, his blood had been sinking through the hellfire and he needed something. He needed someone. He needed someone he could use. Someone he could close his cage around again, a stupid, naive dog who would do anything for him.

Someone who would come back to him even if he beat him, had him for himself, abused him. And as the door of Notre Dame closed, a smile formed on the older man's fine lips. The devil would get his pact. And the church boy oh he would get so much more.

After his gaze had turned back from the door to the cross, his heart filled with fear, he knelt down and prayed. Knowing that he could only pray for forgiveness, forgiveness that Frollo would not have him thrown out of the church. What he couldn't know was that he would become something himself. A bird in a cage.

Because when the door to the church opened again at night, the candles almost burnt out, his little bird was still awake. The judge's footsteps made their way up the stone staircase past the rooms of the employees of the holy house, where he had been given the list so that he would know where to go.

He stood in front of the wooden door and opened it for everyone who had the key. ,,I know you're awake," he began as he stepped into the room and saw the simple bed against the wall in the moonlight. The desk with the bible was simple and almost overlooked as well as his little bird itself.

Which looked at him like a frightened deer. ,,Judge Frollo, what are you doing here?" he heard the question, knowing that his bird was full of fear, afraid that he would report him, throw him out on the street. Without asking or answering, he came up to him and sat on the edge of the bed.

He saw how the younger man looked at him, frozen, afraid to move. ,,I know you wanted to bite...I shouldn't have been so harsh so what is it that's bothering you?" he asked his voice tinged with feigned understanding as he looked out of the small window at the moon.

It was the only witness to his sin-no, his right. He had to suppress a grin as he heard the apologetic murmur that his little bird had gotten itself into the cage.

He apologized, not seeing that it was he himself who caused the fire that burned him. ,,Forgive me my lord for I have sinned...the-the sin of the flesh" he began his gaze lowered clasping his hands together and confessing that he would be forgiven. That he would be healed.

The judge's cold, thin, long fingers moved slowly across the ceiling, the gold of his colorful rings seeming almost icy cold on the younger man's hands. When Frollo touched him, he saw his little bird flinch, afraid that he was doing something wrong, and yet the older man's look showed him that he could go on.

That it was fine if he kept going, if the silly little bird kept singing while the fire burned him. ,, I am unnatural...my love-lust-suffer it is for-" he continued with uncertainty in his voice and only lowered his gaze further, afraid that the Lord's punishment would hit him.

He felt a finger under his chin, Frollo forced him to look at him, his desperate gaze fixed on the captivating, almost seductive traps. ,,All this sin?" Frollo continued to question, pulling him closer, feeling the younger man clinging to him, afraid he would lose him.

The question hung in the small room as the moon came fully out from behind the clouds and he felt Frollo's other hand unbuttoning his shirt. With every button that came undone, his heart seemed to beat faster.

,,The sin is... you," his bird confessed what he was already thinking and only had to pull out his wings one by one until he was his. ,,Me" came almost like a question from the older one's lips as he left red streaks on his clean skin.

The pain did nothing to change what he had said. ,,And what have you done?" Frollo asked, leaving the younger man behind and rising from the bed.

Knew he only needed to take one more step. He heard the sound of his voice as he hurried after her and landed on the stone floor. ,,Wait please," he said, wanting more of the poison that would kill him in the end, the man he wanted and who would be his downfall.

Frollo paused and looked down at his bird, the sight making him smile. He was broken, desperate and all it took was a harsh hand to build him back up the way he wanted to be. ,,I-I pursued lust...because...I want you," he admitted, holding onto the older man's dark robe tightly, his hair loose, his shirt open and his red strands visible.

,,A broken angel, an unnatural one, a sodomite, and yet you are still here, sin in your heart," Frollo revealed his thoughts and placed his hand on the younger man's head, pulling lightly at the strands of hair and tugging at them.

He heard the painful sound and yet his little bird did not resist. He would never fight back again. ,,Please-please...I'll do anything," he begged and leaned towards Frollo, wanting more.

Until the older one broke away and the simple push at the younger one made him flinch. He saw how his little bird retreated, crying, afraid of doing anything wrong, and even if the tears bothered the older one, the wounded sound was all the better.

Until the metal key turned in the lock of the door and locked it. He had closed the cage and they were locked in together. Frollo sat down on the chair and pointed lightly at his thigh.

,,Show me how you would do penance?" he asked one last question before realizing with satisfaction that the youngster was coming towards him. He knew exactly what to do, how to repent, how to serve his master and sing the song the judge wanted to hear.

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[littencloud9]

hi. have my current mtp thoughts.

the moriarty siblings genuinely devastate me what the fuck. albert, who’s ridden by remorse since the day he committed his ‘original sin’, who feels his mere existence burdens william, who sees their relationship as his selfish desire and thus remains guilty for years.

and then william, who tries to carry all their sins alone, for he doesn’t want to drag albert or louis with him, even though they’re a team. he is so kind, shockingly so when you compare it to the crimes he’s committed, and he carries his sins until he can’t bear it, and EVEN THEN!! even then he only lets albert see him like this because while they’re not blood brothers, they’re bonded by their shared crime. AND YET. and yet william sees his own vulnerability as a burden on albert’s shoulders, and thinks he should’ve kept it hidden, just to ease his conscience.

and thats not even mentioning LOUIS!! [head in hands] he stays in his brothers’ shadows this whole time, simply following their plans or taking care of the mansion. and yet he’s just as capable as his brothers. AND HE LOVES THEM SO MUCH. they protect him so much but all he wants is for them to take care of themselves, and he KNOWS they’re sinking under the weight of their responsibility but he isnt ever able to reach them. and when the final plan comes in, he can’t follow through. ARGH!!!

u know what. the group dynamic made me emo too. the way none of them wanted william to die, that all of them knew there was another way, but william felt that that was the only way he can atone to his sins. that it was his destiny set since the day he was born. and they all reacted so differently—louis and fred went to sherlock for help (and when you remember that louis was ready to eliminate sherlock the moment he was no longer useful to william, it makes that moment all the more better. because thats when you (and louis too) realise that sherlock isnt a pawn in the game, never was, and instead hes a friend. and a friend was who william needed at his lowest). there was moran who couldnt bear his own betrayal (it isnt betrayal. it was his heart.) and swore his life to carrying on william’s legacy. and albert who fell back into the shadows that he once was in before meeting the others.

do u ever think how william is so shrouded in darkness and his crimes and everything. and yet he was everyone’s light. how sherlock was london’s beacon of hope, but to the lord of crime group, it was william. to sherlock, it was william. to everyone who knew him well, william was their sunshine. HEAD IN HANDS

and sherliam’s dynamic. you werent just a pawn in my game, william says. you werent just a puzzle for me to solve, sherlock says. the words you’re a friend, you mean more to me than i ever thought, i want to save you, do you feel the same? go unsaid. the game of hide and chase throughout the story. how william’s entire plan, his whole DESTINY, was to die, and how when falling off the bridge together, sherlock tells him to live. let’s live together, he says. cling onto life, cling onto the people around you, we love you, don’t go. and that care is what surprised william the most—sherlock came as a friend, he feels the same.

the way sherliam are equals in every sense, yet different, yet the same. they have the same height and mind and kindness deep in their hearts. william is london’s darkness and sherlock is london’s light. yet william has light hair and sherlock has dark hair—there’s kindness in evil and evil in kindness.

the inherent intimacy of mr. holmes to sherlock to sherly, and professor moriarty to liam. and i think it’s interesting how sherlock skipped to the nickname stage so much faster than william. for it shows that he was more comfortable with the idea of getting close than william was. william remains more guarded, not wanting to drag sherlock into madness (i didnt think he’d kill a man this early), so only in his final moments does he say sherly. only then does he accept it.

anyway. im not even done with the manga LMAO. [on my knees] this story is so well-written and so hurtful and every arc was beautiful but the characters truly hooked me. every one of them and their dynamic is so lovely (i didnt touch on sherlock and john but i LOVE them and the scene of sherlock promising to take better care of himself for john was so great and also he never got to attend john’s wedding and im gonna go cry) and real. sorry if u read through my babbling mess. xoxo 💓

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Cyno x reader

Fluff, slight angst? Reference to Sumeru archon Quest.

A/N: Ahhh Cyno my beloved main, my first five star, I adore this stupid little nerd <33 I'm cooking up more stories so I'll link a master list at some point. Not sure if I'll do a pt 2

Like and follow for more. I'll gladly answer asks in my inbox, I need more Genshin friends ( •́⁠ ⁠ ⁠‿⁠ ⁠,⁠•̀ )

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By all accounts Cyno was an intense man.

He worked diligently at his job, day in and day out. He upheld justice and punished scholars who committed any of the six sins. It was widely known that he would go through extreme lengths to inflict fair judgement on the offending perpetrators. Even to those who'd done nothing wrong, felt immense pressure in his presence.

Genius Invocation was no mere hobby to Cyno. He consumed each new magazine or article about Genius Invocation in his spare time. Whether it was tid bits about the cards, creators or what was considered meta Cyno read it. He'd enter tournaments for the game, tournaments with the prize being a TCG card he knew about it.

He had taken you seriously from the very start. You had come to the table a few minutes late, not that Cyno minded he got there immensely early since he had some other matches to play. It gave him time to set up. He had chosen his personally curated hyperbloom team with a very fancy card back.

You sat down a little nervous as the General Mahtra gave you an indifferent look. You quickly set up your thome, taking out your cards and dice.

Cyno had won his other two matches with ease his winning streak remaining unbroken. He knew he would win from the moment you pulled out your deck.

It was a troll deck. A Dendro, an anemo and a Cryo player card with the rest of the deck being the default deck. You had forgotten to switch to your proper deck and it would take too long to go back home and fetch your proper deck. You sighed feeling guilty, as though the General Mahtra in front of you would codemn you for some reason.

His gaze was intense as he waited for you to set up both of you remained in silence.

You did well during the match much to Cyno's surprise. Two of your character cards were fallen while Cyno's cards still had hp. Only your Sucrose remained.

You played a food card at 0 cost gaining an extra health point. You doubted it would do much but it was worth a shot. Cyno was confident in his cards and simply waited for your turn to end. Even though this match was meant to be friendly, Cyno's intensity caused you to reciprocate his seriousness.

You sacrificed some cards to convert your dice and then made a normal attack using your Sucrose card. That normal attack swirled the Cryo and knocked the last two hp points off two of Cyno's cards.

You were bound to loose from the beginning, and you did, but Cyno enjoyed the competition as he had in his previous matches. You sigh, the adrenaline in your body starting to come down from it's high now that the match was over. His stare was something you wanted to avoid.

"Is that your usual deck?" He finally asks as the two of your shake hands and pack up your things.

He was immensely curious about your skill at the game because you had gotten so far with such a poor deck.

"Ah, no it's a deck I use to help get my friends used to the game. I just forgot to switch it back, sorry." You reply feeling awkward, the sweat on your hands still accumulating even after you wiped it away.

"This was a very good game though, your deck was really strong." You compliment trying not to get on his bad side.

Cyno wordlessly nodded as a thank you. He knew his deck was strong, he had worked for months getting the right cards and balancing it. Cyno wanted to play against you again, next time with a proper deck in hand so he can have a better game.

Cyno couldn't shut up about you every time Genius Invocation came up. Poor Tighnari had to hear over and over how good a player you were, how each choice you made was strategic and an accumulation of jokes related.

He invited you again to play the next time he was free, which was a few weeks later. The air was still immensely awkward when you arrived at Lambads tavern. You apologised for being late again but this time your excuse was that you made sure to bring the right deck this time.

He didn't mind. One match kept escalating and then Cyno made sure to invite you to play Genius Invocation each week. Even though you were still nervous the conversation flowed easier. You eventually learned that Cyno was significantly less scary than people made him out to be. He was still scarily intense.

Eventually you met his friends, they were nice but you felt out of place. They were fun even though you struggled to add to conversation.

Cyno was intense when he eventually asked you out. It was a romantic dinner by candle light, orchestrated by Collei after Tighnari told the stubborn General Mahtra he was in love.

He was nervous, intensely so, but the manner in which you caught his attention left him at peace. It felt calm, like a morning sunrise in the desert where nothing made a sound.

Soon that intensity showed through in his love for you. The years you two had dated was easy, unbelievably easy because he adored you more than anything. Even in the nights where he'd gotten home late from a mission you were there, snuggled up in bed waiting for him to return safely.

Your relationship had gotten particularly rocky when he resigned as General Mahamatra. He kissed you sweetly that night, told you he'd be gone for a few days on a mission and he left. Like usual.

It hurt more than anything because he left you in the dark. He hugged you goodbye, as he would when he left for any other reason but he left a letter on his desk at home. A letter addressed to you when you eventually got worried for him.

The sages were corrupted and he couldn't risk you getting involved it was just too dangerous. Cyno's absence was noticeable. Dinners that were once filled with idle chatter and bad jokes were quiet. The empty house you had once shared was suffocatingly lonely.

You had cried some nights, worried sick and hoping your lover was okay. You continued on, pushed through. That letter he left you was something you read frequently, scanning over the neat handwriting over and over.

You missed him dearly and only hoped he'd return home safely, like he did after every mission.

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My dearest,

I hope you're taking good care of yourself in my absence. I know you're worried for me but this mission is a task only I can inflict judgement on. Something immoral is happening and I left because investigating in Sumeru City will put you at risk.

Please don't misunderstand my intentions love, I will miss you dearly. You are at the center of my world and everything I do, I do with you in mind.

I regret that this situation has come to this but I can not let such abuse continue on. I will answer your every concern once I return, I promise.

If anything does happen please go to Tighnari in Ghandarva ville. He'll be able to help you with anything in the mean time.

With all my love, forever yours,

Cyno

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[bimrsadler]

high honor vampire!Arthur trying to hide his nature not only from an F!reader he is growing close with (characterise her for whatever dynamic you like) but also from the rest of the gang. for ease's sake, vampires in this AU don't burn in the sun but ARE oddly sensitive to it

to be indulgent: NSFW or SFW with a lot of sexual tension over the bloodlust? size difference too to emphasize arthur maybe feeling super guilty abt said bloodlust? 👀

Unholy, Unworthy

Pairing: vampire!Arthur Morgan x f!reader

Word count: 3,300

Warnings/tags: vampire au, smut, fluff, light angst, high honor arthur, everything that comes w being a vamp (biting, blood drinking, light bloodplay) established consent w good aftercare, oral (f receiving), unprotected piv, size difference

Notes: decided to get down and dirty w the vamp smut so hopefully it’s not too much, still tried to balance it out with our beloved high honor boah

Arthur Morgan was a bad man — this he knew. Of every sin he ever committed, of every awful thing he’d done; the way he was looking at you now, the way he could smell you, made him feel the filthiest.

He watched the hot crimson trail down your finger and onto your delicate wrist, the faint “ouch” a mere whisper behind the harsh ringing in his ears. He wished you didn’t ask to see his knife and God he wished he didn’t give it to you.

“Arthur?” Your voice sounded far enough away that it was a dream. “Arthur? You there?!” Your arm on his knee woke him from his bloodlust stupor.

Taking a sharp breath he tried not to appear too shaken, but feared it was too obvious.

You laughed gently, “it’s only blood, Arthur. Would think you’d be used to that by now.”

Oh darlin’ if you only knew.

“No it’s uh — it ain’t that,” he swallowed hard. “I just hope yer okay…is all.”

“Of course, it’s just a little cut,” you placed your hand on his. “Everything okay?”

His eyes lingered on your narrow wrist and glanced up to see your concern. Guilt surged at the thought how helpless you would be if he gave into his darkness. You were a fine gunslinger, but that wouldn’t help much in a fight with what Arthur had become.

“Yeah’m fine just…” He waved his arms dismissively, too scared to let any more words fall from his lips, “clean yerself up.”

Pulling his sleeves down and tipping the brim of his hat, he protected himself from the sun the best he could as made his way from the shade of the tree, back to his tent.

Any warm beam on his skin now burned instead of comforted, but as long as he was careful in how he dressed and didn’t linger for too long, it was manageable.

Mostly going for night jobs and robberies made things easier but the gang noticed when he chose to avoid the daytime. Headaches and hangovers were becoming a thin excuse.

The inquiries slowed however when he lost his temper, reminding that he still pulled his weight just fine and brought back more money and supplies than anyone else.

But still, someday something would have to give. Arthur entertained the idea that given everything the gang does and the outcasts and misfits they brought in — perhaps they could accept him this way.

It was you that wouldn’t leave his mind though. You’d become close before the change, feelings that blossomed now burned and Arthur could not separate his affection from his bloodlust.

He had given in to his new appetite on several occasions but tried with everything in him to only go for men who were already dammed. Men who were wanted for acts that would lead to hangings, men who committed those acts but escaped hangings.

He had hoped it would make sense and feel warranted but it never did. It wasn’t a justification — it was a necessity.

But it was nothing compared to Arthur’s guilt around you. Even before the change he felt like a goddamn brute next to you, easily twice your size, rough and jagged compared to your grace and charm.

With the harm he was capable of now? He lost sleep over the shame in how he desired you.

He yearned to gently pull your smaller frame against his substantial one, to make you feel safe; to touch your soft skin and hold you, bring you flowers and make you smile.

Yet the daydreams would darken and he felt himself grow hard with want to tilt your head back and open his mouth against your vulnerable neck. To kiss and bite and make you his. To give you everything you’ve ever wanted but to take for himself.

Soft and severe, a carnivorous killer falling in love with an elegant angel.

As the evening wore on Arthur quietly emerged from his tent to journal under a tree outside of camp. It was one of the few things that kept him from losing himself completely and allowed him peace.

Hearing delicate steps approaching, Arthur turned around to see you sheepishly searching for the right words to say.

“I uh…I wanted to check on ya,” he watched amorously as you played with the wrap around your cut palm. “You didn’t seem well earlier but…if you wanna be alone that’s okay.”

This was going to kill him. He wanted your company terribly but at what cost? Standing there in your dress with concern about him, beautiful and radiant as ever. Something he felt he didn’t deserve nor could ever earn.

“Y’can join me fer a bit. But I should head to bed soon…” It was a lie of course, but the best excuse he could muster.

Sitting beside him he could feel the warmth radiating from you and smell the summer sun on your skin.

Not being able to remember the last time he felt tenderness, Arthur practically jumped as he felt your hand rest lovingly on his forearm.

“It’s a nice night isn’t it?”

The moon’s reflection danced along ripples of the lake, water lapping at the shore the only sound accompanying your nervous breaths. “Sure is,” Arthur replied.

Even in the pale moonlight Arthur could see you looking up at him with a soft smile. Your slender fingers rested on his on his solid bicep with your smaller shoulder huddled against his bulky side. He longed for a time when this would have made him feel like a protector — not a predator.

But your soft lips parted ever so slightly as you leaned closer and Arthur Morgan knew he would be a fool to say no.

Your lips met gingerly at first, exploring something new and exciting. His stubble tickled your face and your tongue teased.

The passion exploded as your bodies instinctively flowed against one another’s, hips rutting with purpose and hands roaming.

You both panted with an aching need, and as you deepened the already heated kiss you gently tugged at Arthurs lower lip with your teeth.

Arthur reciprocated, drawing blood as he did.

The sound of your heartbeat filled his ears, he could hear the blood rushing to your lips and heat and everywhere that reacted to his touch.

And the taste, warm iron sweet with the arousal of your kiss; he hadn’t fed in so long. Coming from you it was better than any whiskey or fine wine he’d ever tasted.

A last ditch effort to control his hunger, Arthur recoiled in a panic.

“Arthur…baby it’s okay, it happens.” Your voice was distant once again, background noise amongst his screaming urges.

“Sweetheart —” His drawl gravelly and tone deadly serious, “you have no idea what kinda monster I am.”

Taken aback you observed him with visible confusion. “I’ve been in the gang long enough Arthur, I know what goes on —”

“No!” Arthur hissed, harsher than he meant to. “Look…yer gonna think I’m crazy but I need ya to understand. Y’know them stories you and the girls were talkin’ about? The vampires in Saint Denis?”

Arthur paused while he watched your brows furrow in anticipation, there was no going back now.

“It’s all real, I ran into one and he…he turned me. I need you to know this so you can stay away from me. For your own protection. Got it?”

You let out an incredulous laugh. “Well can you prove it?”

Arthur wrapped his hand around your slender wrist and placed your palm against his cold chest. He watched with melancholy as you reacted to his much too chilled skin.

Letting go with a grunt, he began unbuttoning his shirt. It was never how he imagined showing his body to you; frustrated, scared and cornered, but if it convinced you…

Arthur silently showed you the many bullet and knife scars in places that should have killed — not healed; the round marks in front of his heart, the white hot slashes deep into his ribs and stomach.

“I was able to survive all of this,” he tilted his head back and bared his fangs, “because of this.”

The look on your face showed that you believed him. An unreal sense of unease and confusion sat plainly in your eyes.

“Darlin’ I mean it. Whenever I’m ’round ya it’s a hunger, a thirst. And I don’t know how long I can control it.”

Arthur defeatedly turned to walk away, to hang his head in shame and wait for the consequences of revealing the truth but instead felt your pleading hand in his.

“What if I don’t want you to control it?”

Arthur’s words caught in in his throat, utterly stunned. He watched your pretty doe eyes looking up at him expectantly.

Running your hands along the scars and slashes, you lovingly touched every part of him he had revealed in angst. His muscles twitched under your touch, the broad plains and curves exciting you on further.

“You didn’t ask for what happened to you and you don’t deserve me any less.” You were nervous but Arthur had never frightened or hurt you, and if he needed to hurt you to keep the beast at bay?

You could think of times when a little pain wouldn’t be so bad.

Biting your lip you flicked your tongue out to dab at the blood, licking languidly as Arthur stared, slack jawed and ready to explode.

Gathering your blood on your fingertip your brought it to Arthur’s lips. “Open up…”

Arthur did as he was told, wrapping his hands around your wrist and sucking at the blood on your finger with the ferocity of a starving man.

He was only driven further to give into his thirst but managed to compose himself after the small taste.

“Christ alive darlin’…”

You placed your warm palm on his cool chest. He hadn’t felt another’s warmth in so long. “I don’t want you any less Arthur.”

Arthur embraced your much smaller frame, kissing intensely. The taste of blood — your blood, sent a blazing electricity through his veins. He wanted to be gentle, so badly. But his hunger and his ache was unbearable.

“You can bite me Arthur.” Your voice was barely above a whisper, soft and timid.

Arthur let out a hungry growl in response, eager but afraid of his compulsion. “You sure?” Ain’t no one ever done this…willingly.”

You pulled down the lace of your dress that had been covering most of your neck, exposing the tendon and vein that breathed under delicate skin.

Arthur gazed hungrily as if he was seeing a woman bare before him for the first time. In a way, he was. You were the first he shared his affliction with and the first who allowed him to indulge. To do something so taboo and dangerous — so intimate.

He was in awe of you.

Eyeing you desperately, he watched as you undressed to nothing but your underwear and placed your back to the tree. Tilting your head to the side, you exposed your neck to him.

Arthur kissed your pulse point, dragging his tongue along the tender flesh before thinking better of it.

Kissing a trail down to just above your collar bone, he stopped at the junction where your neck met your shoulder. “It’ll hurt less here, I’ll try to be gentle…”

“I trust you Arthur,” you mewled.

His fangs pierced the soft skin, slow and firm, not sinking in fully until he heard you moan. His reservations eased when you reacted with pleasure instead of pain.

His grip on you tightened, sucking gently on the wounds he created. Unable to suppress his bliss, he let out a primal groan against your neck, a deep rumble from his chest vibrating against you.

Arthur’s hardness pressed against your thigh, grinding against it roughly as the blood flow painted his tongue.

Shuddering with satisfaction he pulled away to see you looking as drunk as he felt. Messy hair and lust-blown eyes; you smiled at him, dear God you actually smiled.

He felt unholy and unworthy.

Arthur noticed a thick line of blood traveling down the curve of your collarbone and the swell of your breast.

A wicked smirk overcame him as he licked at the same path the blood was moving before reaching his goal. Sucking your nipple into his mouth, he played with the sensitive peak while cleaning the blood — careful not to waste a drop or a chance at pleasing you.

Locking your fingers through Arthur’s hair you pulled his face closer to your chest, crying his name as you did.

Arthur pulled you away from the tree and urged you to lie down in the soft grass beneath it, positioning himself between your legs.

Running his rough hand over the softness of your thigh brought forth goosebumps much to his delight.

Kissing and nipping at your raised skin he gazed up at you. “Would love to bite ya here,” he ran a soothing hand over your inner thigh — so close to your aching heat. “If you’ll allow me…”

“Yes Arthur,” you replied, nearly begging.

Sinking his teeth into your thigh he sucked with more pressure this time, continuing to touch comfortingly with his sizable hand.

You watched as the blood dripped down Arthur’s chin and down your thigh, mingling with the slick gathering.

The pain was nothing compared to the arousal and much to your surprise, the throbbing in your center grew as Arthur fed.

You watched as he rutted against the grass, the sounds coming from him struck somewhere between animalistic and erotic, soft pants and deeps groans. You swore you could have come right then and there.

Arthur licked his lips with a satisfied hum. With his bloodlust becoming satiated he could think clearly again, and the only thing on his mind was making you feel good.

It didn’t matter that he wasn’t the most confident in his abilities but he sure as hell would try, and if you enjoyed it half as much as his darker side — Arthur could die a happy man, if he could die.

“How ’bout a gentler taste,” he ghosted his fingertips along your slit “…somewhere else?”

Your hips jolted forward at his touch with a whine, a clear enough answer. “So wet already…”

Moving to his target slowly and tenderly, his tongue grazed along your swollen bud teasing with light flicks.

But the needy “please,” that fell from you lips as you writhed beneath him made it impossible to keep you waiting.

Arthur buried his face where you needed him most, lapping at your heat the same way he indulged in the blood at your neck and thigh. His tongue savored the sweet warmth, a nectar of a different kind.

“Goddamn girl,” Arthur dragged the flat of his tongue along your slit and up your bundle of nerves. “I could do this all night…”

But it didn’t take long for the twitches of pleasure to start in your abdomen and flutter in your core. Any pain from the bites was long since dulled as your climax washed over you, rubbing against Arthur’s face while he held your thighs down.

Breathless but wanting more, you pulled him up desperately to kiss your slick off his lips while ripping the rest of his clothing off.

“Jesus,” Arthur broke the kiss to plant smaller ones to where his fangs had penetrated your neck. “You really do want me huh?”

Appreciating the comfort he was giving, you held him closer to your neck. “You sound surprised…”

“I am darlin’, never thought you’d want me even before my change.”

“I have wanted you,” you found his hardness and stroked slowly, “ and I still do.”

You pushed him forward by the base of his spine, encouraging him to take over. Getting the hint, he lined up at your soaked entrance.

But Arthur moved slowly, inch by throbbing inch until he was pressed deep inside your pussy. He wanted to fuck you with wild abandon, but he had been starved of love and blood for so long that he didn’t realize how badly he needed the former.

The softness and warmth of your skin as he wrapped his arms around you was intoxicating and he wanted to savor every second. Sensing his sentimentality, you slowed your need and kissed his forehead.

Arthur’s pace was slow and sultry, grinding into you like it was his on purpose on earth. And in that moment it was for him.

There wasn’t a thought in his head other than how good your tight pussy felt as he pumped in and out, feeling your wetness spread more as he did.

“Yes, oh — God please don’t stop,” you whined into his ear.

Arthur could swear that it was the most gorgeous sound he ever heard. As he pushed breaths out of you with each thrust and watched your breasts bounce, he was reassured that he wasn’t just a beast.

Maybe you tamed the part of him that needed it or maybe you liked it untamed. But either way, Arthur wasn’t afraid to envelope you, to use his power for pleasure, not when you twitched and swore beneath him.

“That’s it girl, takin’ me so well ain’tcha?” Arthur’s rhythm quickened as he rose to his knees and spread you further.

The sound of your sex and hips snapping together resonated around you as he massaged your ass, lifting you slightly.

The new position allowed for Arthur’s cock to hit deeper in your core, forcing a gasp out of you as he did.

“Yeah?�� Arthur let out a breathy laugh, “that feel good?”

“So good,” you wrapped your legs around the small of his back and thrusted in tandem with him.

Arthur exhaled shakily, the show of exuberance and feeling of your walls clenching around him made his release surge closer.

“Oh darlin’,” Arthur moaned sweetly, “I’m almost there…”

“Give it to me Arthur, fill me up.”

With those words he couldn’t pull out in time if he’d wanted to.

Arthur’s pace stuttered to shallow thrusts as his abdomen flexed, pulsing inside of you with a sharp inhale.

Pressing flush against your mound he rutted his seed as deep into you as he could, panting and groaning raggedly.

Arthur didn’t hold back with his noise, praise or indulgence. He had never let go like this with anyone and it was long, long overdue.

Clarity set in quickly for him however, full of strong and mixed emotions that he was unsure how to process; imagining that it must have been similar for you.

His priority was making sure you were okay.

Pulling you close to him he wrapped an arm around your side and retrieved a clean bandanna with the other. Peppering you with gentle kisses, he thoughtfully tended to the small wounds with water and cloth.

“Got some balms I can put on these for ya,” he proposed timidly. “Was it too much darlin’? You doin’ okay?”

“Never been better big guy,” you smiled wide and up at him, wanting to make sure he had no doubts. “A monster wouldn’t take the time to do this ya know…”

He smirked with a small chuckle, “just don’t wanna hurt ya…”

“I very much enjoyed this, and I would do it again.”

Again.

Arthur wondered how he could be so lucky to hear that word fall from your lips in reference to him.

“Well in that case, let’s getcha back to my tent… stay with me tonight?”

“Don’t you stay up all night now?”

“Usually, you can stay up with me if you want. But I’d be just as happy to hold ya while ya sleep.”

And so he did. Arthur walked you back with his arm around your waist and brought you water to drink.

After making sure you were properly cared for he laid down and pulled you close to him, pressing the side of your head to his chest while stroking your hair.

He felt like he could hold onto the summer sun as long as he could hold onto you.

[silvermoon-soliloquy]

Please Don't Wake Up

(Part One)

Summary: You have a crush on your best friend and you're sleeping over when you get hard and can't sleep; you try to rub one out quietly and not wake him up, you'll be mortified if he notices, but then he starts to stir...

cw: nsfw, m!reader x m!bf, oral (m!rec), handjob, voyeurism, mlm, thigh fucking, small dom/big sub, pwr bottom/soft top

a/n: this is the product of 3 am horny fantasies, I apologize in advance; if you're looking for slow burn, I have other stories in my masterlist for you

[image is a couch from ikea, don't judge me]

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The low hum of the TV mixed well with the softness of his breathing as the background music for yet another sleepless night. This was getting fucking ridiculous.

Ever since you were a highschooler, you’d get restless before bed, unable to sleep without a release, but it wasn’t always like this.

It wasn’t until you went to college that your best friend started popping up in your head every time you touched yourself, and even when you didn’t.

As soon as your head hit the pillow, you’d close your eyes, and bam, there he was. You couldn’t escape it in your dreams, either. Those were plagued with versions of him you’d never get to see, ones where he was all hands and all muscle and curves and…

“That’s enough of that,” you thought. You cursed yourself for thinking about him and dreaming about him, you felt like you were using him. You felt like you were going insane. The guilt made you sick, but looking down, the damage was already done. Now you really wouldn’t be able to go to sleep.

Certainly not without dreams of him and his eager hips and soft lips you just knew in your soul felt like velvet and tasted like ecstasy. A quick glance to your friend since middle school told you he appeared to be fast asleep.

You knew that breathing better than your own, you had committed it to memory, the baseline sound to the evening prayers you made to whatever would make him sleep through the sins you were about to commit.

He shouldn’t wake up for a while.

With one last guilty look over at him on the other part of the l-shaped couch, you slipped your shorts down your hips, just past where the cusp of your ass met the sheet laid out on the cushions, exposing yourself in the dimly lit living room of his single bedroom apartment.

As you slid your hand up and down your aching shaft, you thanked whatever your parents prayed to at night that he lived alone; he had since his girlfriend upped and left him years ago.

And just as it had every other night, his face entered your mind. Your twisted brain conjured up visions of him wearing nothing but your time-worn varsity jacket and a hungry smile as he swung his leg over your side and straddled you like a cowboy.

You may have been bigger than him, taller, better abs, but damn it if he didn’t make you weak. That boy could run you around all day and you’d do every damn thing that came rolling off his sharp tongue as long as he let you between his legs, or in that bossy mouth of his.

His thighs weren’t too bad, either, fuck, his thighs. You wouldn’t mind getting to fuck those thighs, those thick, juicy, supple thighs. You knew from experience how smooth his skin was, how soft and warm.

Your hips joined in with your hand as the scene in your head continued to play out, feeding off your dirty thoughts.

He was riding you there, like a good cowboy should, his hands, calloused from years of music lessons, splayed against your stomach like sprawling roots as he made those holy thighs jiggle in his unholy efforts.

You imagined his face, flushed and breathless, as he panted your name, like music to your touch-starved ears, and gazed down at you with seductive, pleading eyes.

Your knees always felt weak at his gaze, and when you thought about him looking at you like that, well, that just made the already burning heat inside you build and build and build.

Maybe you’d get back at him for the way he turned your limbs to jelly by making it so that he couldn’t walk; at least not for a little while, just long enough to hold him and make him yours. You wanted him all to yourself, damn it, why was that so hard? Was that so selfish of a thought?

You’d be reaching your limit soon, if you kept thinking like this. Your free hand came over your mouth to muffle the audible proof of your secret endeavors, but in the otherwise silent room, you heard another noise.

You shot your gaze over to where your best friend slept and realized when, instead, your eyes found his that you were no longer alone.

He was watching you.

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Part Two

[cypaira-the-skeleton]

The True Origin of the Biblically Accurate Angel of Mischief

( More under the Keep Reading)

When I first came up with the Angel Of Mischief design I didn't really have an origin for Raven's form and powers.

Just recently I came up with an origin background for the Angel itself.

Of course, in a different AU, Raven was born as a human angel with supernatural powers, and further in the future she unlocks her True form and Biblically Accurate form.

(Image shown below is from a previous post)

In reality, They used to be an actual living deity.

(I know, lack of colour, but this is from my work sketchbook so I can't colour a lot)

It served by the side of a powerful almighty god as it's messenger, and also a deliverer of grace, miracles, and hope to humans.

Their original appearance was less hostile and more tame and holy. Their eyes were a shade of crystal blue, their wings were white as summer clouds, and their Halo and pigment on their limbs a shade of pure gold. The name they previously owned was Gale (short for " Nightingale " )

Gale was praised and adored in the mortal realm. Respect was always shown to any grace given to the humans. An altar was also erected specifically for Them! They were loved, and all the Angel cared for was the well being and happiness of others.

Unbeknownst to Them, the almighty god that Gale served noticed how his loyal Deliverer was worshipped so highly; much more than him or the other gods. Blinded with jealousy, the almighty god made a pact with a demon to trick the Angel into committing a sin, so that They could learn Their place.

The god requested a curse disguised as a 'graceful gift' to be specifically handed to him, to which he personally handed it to his loyal Deliverer, which resulted in Gale gifting it to the humans.

The fake gift caused all kinds of miserable events. Hostility rose up, crops were withering, their livestock were struck with sickness, and young humans perished like flies. After some time and thinking, the people who once worshiped the Angel now cursed Their name, and the altars that once existed were destroyed, all trust lost.

Gale was distraught, not understanding how this happened, until they remembered 'the gift'. Once called up to Their almighty god, They desperately tried to explain that They must have been tricked, saying it was never Their intention while pleading for forgiveness. The almighty god actually felt a bit guilty of his actions towards his Loyal Deliverer, and was about to grant forgiveness. That is until the ruler of the demons showed up, claiming that after what Gale had done They now belonged to him.

The Angel implored Their god to not banish Them. After a short chat between the almighty god and the ruler of demons, it was decided that Gale will not belong to either realm. They instead will forget what They used to be, and be damned to linger in the Void. The Angel begged and begged, but none listened. Gale was struck down, and was now stuck in a place where it was nowhere and somewhere at the same time.

First came grief, then disbelief, and in the end, wrath. Every second it passed more of Their memory slipped away, and the more They raged, the more Their appearance turned hostile. Wings and pigments of limbs turned into ashen black, and Their eyes and Halo's hues turned to a bright burning red, matching Their new horns. Decades could have passed, and the now nameless Angel held onto their rage, and what miraculously was left of their kind soul; Their memory completely gone.

They were damned to linger the Void, but a small light suddenly shined in the distance. Curious, They approached it, feeling its presence calling for Them ever so strongly. Reaching out They could feel something different, something changing. Once the light engulfed Their body a warm feeling surrounded Them, until moments later cold suddenly struck...

And a little girl with red ruby eyes was born.

[moreapples]

But now apart from the law the righteousness of God has been made known, to which the Law and the Prophets testify. This righteousness is given through faith in Jesus Christ to all who believe. There is no difference between Jew and Gentile, for all have sinned and fall short of the glory of God, and all are justified freely by his grace through the redemption that came by Christ Jesus. God presented Christ as a sacrifice of atonement, through the shedding of his blood—to be received by faith. He did this to demonstrate his righteousness, because in his forbearance he had left the sins committed beforehand unpunished— he did it to demonstrate his righteousness at the present time, so as to be just and the one who justifies those who have faith in Jesus.

— Romans 3:21-26

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“When in Rome, Think of This”

By Jennifer Kane

We stumble forward, knowing

we fall short, reaching for a law

we cannot fulfill.

The heart bears the mark of sin,

and in our own strength,

the chasm is too wide.

No one stands whole or pure—

each step, another reminder

of our own limits.

We see the distance,

our frailty,

and bow low.

Yet grace pours out, boundless,

a gift freely given,

unearned.

Through faith alone, we are lifted,

brought close to light

that we could not find on our own.

He bore the weight,

the pain, the loss.

His blood washed away the stain,

Love's gift, full and complete,

so that we could know

freedom,

and the weight lifted.

In Christ, the law holds true—

yet mercy overcomes wrath.

He is both just and justifier,

the hand that holds us steady,

lifting us to look

into His eyes.

To the God who saves,

to the One who makes us whole,

be all the glory.

Let every voice rise in gratitude,

faith, hope, and grace,

a song that echoes

forever.

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In the previous verses, Paul made clear that human effort and the law alone can never bring salvation. Romans 3:22 introduces us to a “righteousness of God” given freely “through faith in Jesus Christ.” This righteousness is separate from the law; it doesn’t require us to meet impossible standards. Instead, it is a gift that we receive by trusting in Jesus.

Faith in Jesus isn’t about “doing” or “earning” — it is receiving. We believe in the finished work of Jesus, who came to be our substitute and took upon Himself the punishment we deserved. We don’t add to our salvation by trying harder or being “good enough.” This righteousness is perfect because Jesus, who knew no sin, became sin on our behalf, so that in Him, we might become the righteousness of God (2 Corinthians 5:21).

Verse 23 reminds us that “all have sinned and fall short of the glory of God.” It doesn’t matter if we think of ourselves as “good people” compared to others; in God’s eyes, we all miss the mark. This humbles us and reminds us that righteousness isn’t something we earn but something we receive.

Paul explains that we are “justified freely by His grace.” This justification is not earned or paid for by our efforts; it’s given without cost, purely out of God’s love and mercy. We might try to be “good enough” in our lives, but grace teaches us that God’s love and mercy are already sufficient.

The concept of “propitiation” in verse 25 highlights that Jesus, through His blood, served as the atoning sacrifice, bridging the gap between our sin and God’s holiness. Jesus’ sacrifice doesn’t just cover our sins but removes them entirely, satisfying the requirements of a holy God. At the cross, God’s justice met His mercy, creating a path for us to be forgiven and free.

Paul concludes by emphasizing that God remains just, even as He justifies us. He did not overlook our sins but addressed them fully in Jesus. The cross upholds God’s justice while opening the door to His mercy, so we can be declared “not guilty” without compromising His holiness.

Reflect on how easy it is to believe we need to “earn” God’s love or approval. But salvation is not a “reward” for being good; it’s a gift of grace. So today just meditate on simply receiving God’s love through faith. Spend time in prayer, thanking Jesus for His perfect sacrifice and asking Him to help you live out this grace in your life.

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Father, thank You for the incredible gift of grace and for the righteousness You freely offer through faith in Jesus. I confess that I fall short, that I cannot reach You by my own strength, and that I am utterly dependent on Your mercy. Yet, in love, You reached down to me through Jesus, covering my sins with His perfect sacrifice and calling me Your own. I am humbled and grateful, Lord, that You, in Your holiness, would draw near to someone as imperfect as I am.

Help me to live each day in the light of Your grace, to walk not in striving or in fear of failing, but in the assurance of Your love. Teach me to rest in the truth that Your love is unearned and unchanging, and that I am held secure by Your grace. Show me how to extend this grace to others, that they too might know the freedom and peace You give.

Thank You for the cross, where Your justice and mercy met, and for the blood of Christ that covers me completely. May my life be a song of gratitude and praise to You, reflecting the wonder of Your forgiveness and love. Shape my heart to trust more deeply in Your finished work, so that in all I do, Your name may be glorified. In Jesus’ precious name, I pray, Amen.

[marysittingathisfeet]

Seven Abominations Fill Their Hearts

Like a coating of silver dross on earthenware     are fervent[a] lips with an evil heart. Enemies disguise themselves with their lips,     but in their hearts they harbor deceit. Though their speech is charming, do not believe them,     for seven abominations fill their hearts. -Proverbs 26: 23-25

What are the seven abominations?

Proverbs 6:16- 18 tells us

There are six things the Lord hates,     seven that are detestable to him: haughty eyes,         a lying tongue,         hands that shed innocent blood,  a heart that devises wicked schemes,         feet that are quick to rush into evil,  a false witness who pours out lies         and a person who stirs up conflict in the community.

What are haughty eyes? The word "haughty" comes from the old Anglo-French word haut, which means "high." Proverbs 21:4 implies that haughty eyes are proud.

Haughty eyes and a proud heart—     the unplowed field of the wicked—produce sin- Proverbs 21:4

This is like the mean girl in high school that thinks she is better than anyone else and looks down (because she is high- haut) on others. This is pride and God hates pride.

"Pride and arrogance I hate"  Proverbs 8:13

What is the result of pride? Destruction.

"Pride goes before destruction and an haughty spirit before a fall" - Proverbs 16:18

lying tongue- this is self explanatory. Jesus view of lying shows how much God abhors lying.

You are of your father the devil, and the desires of your father you want to do. He was a murderer from the beginning, and does not stand in the truth, because there is no truth in him. When he speaks a lie, he speaks from his own resources, for he is a liar and the father of it.- John 8: 44

When we lie we make ourselves spiritually unclean.

“What comes out of a person is what defiles them. For it is from within, out of a person’s heart, that evil thoughts come—sexual immorality, theft, murder, adultery, greed, malice, deceit, lewdness, envy, slander, arrogance and folly. All these evils come from inside and defile a person.” Mark 7: 20-23.

In the Old Testament there were physical things that could defile you such as skin diseases such as leprosery, STD's, menstruation, or touching the dead. Most of these diseases made you untouchable. I think this was God's way of stopping the spread of contagious diseases. Now as for the woman's menstruation. First it gave her a rest for a week. Secondly most woman are more fertile after their menses. This was God's way of helping couples to procreate.

shedding of innocent blood. - What is more innocent than an unborn babe? But this can also be attributed to school shooters, people who abuse children, murderers, and etc. Anyone who kills for pleasure is shedding innocent blood.

However, not all unnatural death is shedding of innocent blood. Soldiers are not part of this. There are many battles in the old testament which God not only endorsed, but some he commanded. Also the law of God makes provision for the execution of the murderer (Gen. 9:6; Ex. 21:12; Rom. 13:4). The death of one guilty of a capital crime, however, was not the shedding of innocent blood.

a heart that devises wicked schemes. -

Whoever plots evil     will be known as a schemer. The schemes of folly are sin,     and people detest a mocker.- Proverbs 24: 8-9

Jesus himself said that if your heart is devising evil, then you have done that act.

"You have heard that it was said, `You shall not commit adultery. ' [But I say to you that every one who looks at a woman lustfully has already committed adultery with her in his heart.- Matthew 5: 27-28

And feet that are quick to rush into evil- not only is this person planning evil, but is quick to carry it out. -

Micah warns us what will happen to those who plot evil and/or do evil schemes-

Woe to those who plan iniquity,     to those who plot evil on their beds! -Micah 2:1

What will God do? Sure they get away with their plans for a while. I think this is God's grace trying to given them time to repent. Although, the Lord is patient, He is also just. Eventually the cup of their iniquity will fill (Genesis 15:16) and God will act.

"Therefore, the Lord says:

“I am planning disaster against this people,     from which you cannot save yourselves. You will no longer walk proudly,     for it will be a time of calamity. In that day people will ridicule you;     they will taunt you with this mournful song": -Micah 2: 3-4

Like those who plot evil, God's judgement is around the corner.

Be not deceived; God is not mocked: for whatsoever a man sows, that shall he also reap.- Galatians 6:7

a false witness who pours out lies- like the other abominations, God will judge those who do this.

A false witness will not go unpunished, and he who breathes out lies will not escape. Proverbs 19:5

In the Old testament judgement against a false witness in the old testament had dire consequences.

"If a false witness rises against any man to testify against him of wrongdoing, then both men in the controversy shall stand before the Lord, before the priests and the judges who serve in those days. And the judges shall make careful inquiry, and indeed, if the witness is a false witness, who has testified falsely against his brother, then you shall do to him as he thought to have done to his brother; so you shall put away the evil from among you." Deuteronomy 19: 16-19

This would make a person think twice about lying to the courts. But why would a person purposefully bear false witness? Perhaps they harbor dislike in their heart for that person. Revenge? Fear? If they don't lie will the powerful harm or kill them? Thus bearing false witness, can result in - a person who stirs up conflict in the community.

and a person who stirs up conflict in the community- This is a person who deliberately creates division with family, friends, work etc. Like the false witness, a person who like to create discord is usually doing it for a selfish motive. Maybe they enjoy watching the fireworks. Maybe they really dislike the person they are targeting. Maybe they feel powerful. Maybe it makes them feel better about themselves- "see, I'm not that bad. That person is worse." Whatever the underlying motive- it is based in selfishness.

A perverse person stirs up conflict, and a gossip separates close friends.- Proverbs 16:28

So what do we do if we are in conflict with another. The Bible tells us...

“Therefore, if you are offering your gift at the altar and there remember that your brother or sister has something against you, leave your gift there in front of the altar. First go and be reconciled to them; then come and offer your gift." Matthew 5: 23-24.

God values above all else how we treat other people. Jesus summed it up when he said-

So in everything, do to others what you would have them do to you, for this sums up the Law and the Prophets.- Matthew 7:12.

So what did this teach me? That I have committed some of the things God calls an abomination. I may not have done all of them, but I have done some of them. Have I ever lied? Yes. Did I ever look down on someone? Probably. Did I have enough anger in my heart to desire someone to be harmed. Sure. Therefore, I should be condemned, but thanks to Jesus' sacrifice on the cross, I am not. We all need Jesus. We all have sinned. There is no one who can say they have not.

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OPTIO

OPTIO ZeoGen Camp 2016 2016.12.16 – 2016.12.18

Opening Session: God is not controlling. God gave Adam and Eve a choice. Without choices, there cannot be love. Because with choices, Adam and Eve can choose to love God; and if God did not grant them free will -- they will not have the ability to love God.

How to make Godly choices in our lives? 1) Know His Heart. We can only know His heart if we read His word. The Word of God is the Bible. And when we know the Word of God, we will know the heartbeat of God and the will of God. 2) Know His Calling For You. When we know the calling that God gives to us, we will know the direction that we need to go. If we have no idea where we want to go, it does not matter what path we take because neither will be the right or wrong path. But once we know the place that God wants us to go, once we know the area that God wants us to be; once we know what God wants us to do -- then we can take the steps and make the choices that helps us to move towards the will of God. Only then will we be able to make Godly choices in our lives.

Sharing: "You are my son, I am your Father. Abide in me and you will bear good fruit. Your days will then be plentiful and your heart will no longer be heavy but filled with joy." Cell leader? Worship leader? – Find your peace and joy in Me. – Where is God in your life?

Session 2: 'Optio' refers to the Latin word for 'choices'. It refers to the free will and the power to choose. This power is a blessing. Aside from the power to choose, we also need to realize that there is a power of choice. This refers to there being a consequence of our choices. Although we tend to think of 'consequences' as something bad, we need to realize that there are consequences for both the good and the bad, the right and the wrong. We as humans tend to make the wrong choice and therefore we cause the destruction and the devastation in our lives.

God has given us a community. Extreme Pleasure in God's Community. Often when we think of 'pleasure', we often think that it has to be something sexual. And this is the wrong thinking and mindset that the world has given to us.

Psalm 37:4 Take delight in the Lord, and He will give you the desires of your heart.

Psalm 16:11b You fill me with joy in your presence, with eternal pleasures at Your right hand.

This is pleasure in the Lord. We need to go deeper into our worship. – We are designed to live in a community. It is for our spiritual growth.

Romans 5:12 Therefore, just as sin entered the world through one man, and death throguh sin and in this way death came to all people, because all sinned.

This verse shows that we as man, are an entire community. Like in the community of God, Jesus looks at us as the body of Christ. In the same way, if one individual in the body commits a sin, the entire body is guilty of it.

2 Chronicles 7:14 if My people, who are called by my Name, will humble themselves and pray and seek My face and turn from their wicked ways, then I will hear from heaven, and I will forgive their sin and will heal their land.

If the body repents of their sin, then God will heal our land. This is significant because whatever we do, and the sins that we commit, will affect our land and the future generations.

Every individual's sin is a part of the entire body. "You" is often used in the Bible as plural. Referring to the collective body, and not an individual. This also means that anyone who attacks us, attacks the entire body of Christ.

1 Peter 2:9-10 But you are a chosen people, a royal priesthood, a holy nation, God's special possession, that you may declare the praises of Him who called you out of darkness into His wonderful light. Once you were not a people, but now you are the people of God; once you had not received mercy, but now you have received mercy. – We have a destiny in our community. It is for one goal.

1 Peter 2:9 But you are a chosen people, a royal priesthood, a holy nation, God's special possession, that you may declare the praises of Him who called you out of darkness into His wonderful light.

Ephesians 4:11-13 So Christ Himself gave the apostles, the prophets, the evangelists, the pastors and teachers, to equip His people for works of service, so that the body of Christ may be built up until we all reach unity in the faith and in the knowledge of the Son of God and become mature, attaining tot he whole measure of the fullness of Christ.

Hebrews 13:17 Have confidence in your leaders and submit to their authority, because they keep watch over you as those who must give an account. Do this so that their work will be a joy, not a burden, for that would be of no benefit to you.

Submission to your leaders is a blessing. – We have delight in community. It is for God.

Psalm 149:4 For the Lord takes delight in His people; He crowns the humble with victory.

Zephaniah 3:17 The Lord your God is with you, the Mighty Warrior who saves. He will take great delight in you; in His love He will no longer rebuke you, but will rejoice over you with singing.

Ephesians 5:25b-27 just as Christ loved the church and gave Himself up for her to make her holy, cleansing her by the washing with water through the word, and to present to her Himself as a radiant church, without stain or wrinkle or any other blemish, but holy and blameless.

1 Corinthians 3:16-17 Don't you know that you yourselves are God's temple and that God's spirit dwells in your midst? If anyone destroys God's temple, God will destroy that person; for God's temple is sacred, and you together are that temple.

Session 3: Spiritual Preference vs. Spiritual Principle

There are moments and there are days where we feel like not doing anything. Maybe we had a bad day or we are too tired to move. Maybe we feel too defeated to come to the front and give in our all and worship. Yet, spiritual principles tells us that we should. We must. We still need to come to the altar and give worship with all our heart, all our mind, all our soul and all of our strength.

God is First Relating with pre-believers Edifying Your conscience

God is First: 1) Does it glorify God? Leviticus 11:44 I am the Lord your God; consecrate yourselves and be holy, because I am holy. Do not make yourselves unclean by any creature that moves along the ground. 2) Will it lead you to temptation or sin? 1 Corinthians 10:31 So whether you eat or drink or whatever you do, do it all for the glory of God.

Relating with pre-believers: 1) Does it affect your testimony? Colossians 4:5-6 Be wise in the way you act toward outsiders; make the most of every opportunity. 2) What is your usual behaviour? 1 Peter 2:12 Live such good lives among the pagans that, though they may accuse you of doing wrong, they may see your good deeds and glorify God on the day He visits us.

Edifying: 1) Does it build the body of Christ or cause it to stumble? 1 Corinthians 10:23 (NASB) All things are lawful, but not all things are profitable. All things are lawful, but not all things edify. 2) Is it self-seeking? John 13:34-35 "A new command I give you: Love one another. As I have loved you, so you must love one another. By this everyone will know that you are my disciples, if you love one another."

Your conscience: 1) What does the Holy Spirit say? Romans 14:22-23 So whatever you believer about these things keep between yourself and God. Blessed is the one who does not condemn himself by what he approves. But whoever has doubts is condemned if they eat, because their eating is not from faith; and everything that does not come from faith is sin. 2) Guidance from your leaders. Hebrews 13:17 Have confidence in your leaders and submit to their authority, because they keep watch over you a those who must give an account. Do this so that their worl will be a joy, not a burden, for that would be of no benefit to you.

The point is not whether we can or cannot do something; rather it is about whether or not we can surrender the rights to our rights. It isn't whether we can or cannot, rather it becomes a matter of "can we not?".

Closing Session:

John 15:12-17

John 15:8

John 12:24-26

God first loved us and chose us. Jesus wants to give you life to the full, and you have to make a choice to chose it. Loving one another is the great commandment. Winning the lost is the great commission.

We cannot bear fruit if we: – do not comprehend how much God loves us. – we push out God's love and take the love of the world.

Haggai 1:3-11

Fruits that will last are the fruits of the Holy Spirit, and the salvation of the Holy Spirit. We are responsible for our faith, and Jesus is responsible for our fruitfulness.

*We have the authority to ask anything in the name of Jesus.

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Good Morning World Daily Devotionals for October 29, 2023

Proverbs: God's Wisdom for Daily Living

Devotional Scripture:

Proverbs 27:7 (KJV): 7 The full soul loatheth a honeycomb, but to the hungry soul, every bitter thing is sweet. Proverbs 27:7 (AMP): 7 He who is satiated (with sensual pleasures) loathes and treads underfoot a honeycomb, but to the hungry soul, every bitter thing is sweet.

Thought for the Day

Abundance tempts us to be wasteful. One who is full cannot be tempted by food, no matter how delicious. Even the sight of his favorite delicacy can make him feel ill. However, one who is very hungry will eat any food, from bitter to bland, with as much appreciation as if it were honey, which was a great delicacy in ancient times. We tend to take for granted what we have in abundance. Many wealthy people are wasteful, throwing away things they do not want; even things that are still useful and could help those who have nothing. In affluent societies like ours, we can be insensitive to the suffering in other nations. I believe we commit a great sin when we continue indulging our own desires, while turning away from the cries of the poor and hungry. If every Christian gave something to the needy, we could substantially reduce the number of hungry people in the world.

Jesus went about doing good and ministering to the poor; and we, His followers, should do likewise. He demonstrated both compassion for the poor and also frugality when He provided food for the multitude of over five thousand and later of over four thousand (Matthew 14:14-21; Matthew 15:32-38). Both times, Jesus instructed His disciples to gather up the remaining fragments and not waste them.

These two miracles of feeding multitudes of people with so little food demonstrate a Biblical principle. God uses small things to bring about big miracles. People who feel small and inadequate may wonder how God could use them. God, however, delights in confounding the wise of this world by greatly using people and things that seem insignificant. "But God hath chosen the foolish things of the world to confound the wise; and God hath chosen the weak things of the world to confound the things which are mighty; And base things of the world, and things which are despised, hath God chosen, yea, and things which are not, to bring to nought things that are: That no flesh should glory in his presence" (1 Corinthians 1:27-29).

The world may despise many of God's servants, but God uses weak people to show forth His great power. A plaque hanging on my office wall reminds me of this principle. It reads, "God never asks about our ability or our inability, but about our availability." We need to remember to thank God for all that He has given us and share with others less fortunate than ourselves. No matter how little our contribution may be, or how insignificant we may feel, let us remember that our little in God's hands becomes much.

Prayer Devotional for the Day

Dear heavenly Father, I appreciate the fact that You are a Miracle Worker! That brings great comfort to me as I know, if, and when, I ever need a miracle, that I can call on You. Lord, you have blessed me so much compared to many in the world, and may I be sensitive to the needs of the poor. Lord, I do not want to be guilty of turning a deaf ear to the cries of those who are hungry. Direct my giving, and create a heart of generosity within me, so that I can be used as an instrument of blessing to the many needy in this world. I ask this in the name of Jesus. Amen. Monday, October 28, 2024, Jacksonville, Florida USA From: Steven P. Miller, @ParkermillerQ, gatekeeperwatchman.org  TM ‎Founder and Administrator of Gatekeeper-Watchman International Groups. #GWIG, #GWIN, #GWINGO. www.facebook.com/gatekeeperwatchnan www.facebook.com/ Instagram: steven_parker_miller_1956